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[theworidentire]

I feel most days like I’m trying to hand-rehabilitate a badly traumatized animal when it comes to myself.

This isn’t even an angst post, I’m thrilled beyond words that I think maybe– maybe!– I can get to the school in NY I was supposed to go to originally. I’ve been trapped in the Midwest for years lmao and I got here by basically an accident.

I keep joking that I’ll never break myself of the urge to just run away by night– I don’t think I ever will, sincerely. But this isn’t running away if I can swing it, it’s finally getting something and somewhere that I really really wanted.

I feel as if I’m cursing myself by confessing to it aloud but I think it can work. I think I can allow myself to be tentatively hopeful, even if not outright celebratory.

[kwanisms]

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➮ yunho × fem!Reader

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summary: All throughout her formative years, Y/N has always harbored a bit of a crush on her best friend’s brother, Yunho. Having not seen him for years, she doesn’t expect those feelings to come back when she joins the Jeong’s on a family trip to a cabin in the Alps for the holiday. When she meets Yunho and his girlfriend, she’s hopeful that she can finally move on.

genres/themes/au: angst (if you squint really hard), fluff, smut; holiday travel, holiday, best friend’s brother; non idol au, holiday au, best friend’s brother au, friends to lovers au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, thoughts of infidelity (no actual cheating), physical injury, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: here I am with the kick off to this holiday collab! I had a fun time writing this and really enjoyed how it turned out. She's kind of lengthy but are we really surprised? That's pretty on point for me lmao Thank you so much for reading and if you like this please consider reblogging! Also make sure to check out the others as they come out! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: lots of heavy petting, unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering (f receiving), size kink, praise kink, use of pet names (baby, angel, kitten, etc), choking kink (f receiving), daddy kink, dirty talk, soft dom!Yunho, sub!Reader, Yunho is smitten, like head over heels for MC and she is too. They’re just obsessed with each other. If I missed anything please let me know!

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For most people, the one constant in their lives is their best friend and for you, it was no different. Meeting Yumi on the playground in elementary school would bring with it not only a friendship that would last but it would also bring with it your first love.

Yumi was the middle of three children. She had a younger brother, Gunho, who always annoyed her whenever you came over, wanting to join in on whatever the two of you were doing. Typical kid brother stuff she told you. Gunho wasn’t as insufferable as Yumi made him out to be and he was nice enough so you weren’t really that bothered by his presence.

Yumi also had an older brother, Yunho. He was in middle school the first time you met him, though you and Yumi weren’t that far behind him. Yunho was polite and friendly towards you while simultaneously teasing and taunting Yumi, something she said was also typical brother behavior.

You first realized you had a crush on Yunho when you started middle school and saw him in the hallways between classes. You could feel it whenever he smiled or laughed at something his friends said, or the way he went out of his way to make sure you made it home safe before walking Yumi home.

Your crush on him blossomed and grew even into high school. Even when it became clear that he didn’t see you that way, you still hoped in the back of your mind that Yunho might notice you or that he felt the same way but then he graduated and was off to college.

You hoped that with him gone, you might finally be able to move on and for a bit, you did.

Until he came back from college for winter break. 

Seeing Yunho even more grown up stirred up all the old feelings you thought you’d buried, and you were reduced to a bumbling mess when you walked in on him, shirtless, in the kitchen in the middle of the night when you were looking to get a bottle of water.

As quickly as he came back, Yunho was gone again, off to college. When you graduated, you and Yumi chose to attend the same college, one Yunho didn’t go to. Another year and another winter break, Yunho returned once again bringing with him a girlfriend this time.

Seeing Yunho with someone who wasn’t you gave you the final push you needed to move on.

Or so you thought.

When Yumi asked you a week ago to join her family on a trip to the Swiss Alps as your family decided to spend the winter in the heat of Australia, it didn’t dawn on you that a family trip meant Yunho would be there too. You were mad at the way your body betrayed your years of repression, heart skipping a beat upon seeing him now, years later.

He’d matured into a very handsome man, taller than you remembered with broad shoulders. His hair had finally returned to its natural color after he experimented in college with bleach and bright colors. You fondly remembered the time he came home during break with bright blue hair and nearly gave his mother a heart attack. While you thought he looked good in any color, you’d always had a soft spot for his natural hair.

As you approached the group, you saw Yunho wasn’t alone.

He’d brought a new girlfriend who you learned was named Seomi.

You smiled politely when you greeted the pair and had you been paying attention at all, you would have noticed the way Yunho’s eyes lingered a little longer on you as you turned to greet your best friend’s parents. It had been some time since you’d seen the brothers and even Gunho had grown up and was starting to look a lot like Yunho, tall but not as tall as the giant of the family.

The flight to Zurich was a long one and thankfully, you had one layover in Istanbul which was an experience in itself but after a few hours, you were back on a plane bound for Switzerland. The first flight, you sat between Yumi and Gunho but the second flight had you seated next to Yunho by the window while Seomi had the aisle seat.

To say it was awkward was the understatement of the century. You spent most of that leg of the flight trying to sleep or listening to music downloaded to your phone. Whatever you could do to avoid speaking to or looking at Yunho.

Arriving in Zurich made you feel like you were part of a traveling circus; Yumi lost her luggage, Gunho left his carry-on in the overhead compartment and had to go back for it, Seomi misplaced her passport but found it in Yunho’s bag. It felt like you and your best friend’s parents were the only ones who had it together.

From Zurich, you were to take a bus to the village of Siebnen. The bus ride was mostly quiet, the sun coming up as you drove through the empty streets and slowly made your way out of the city. The village was at the base of the Alps and you’d never seen such tall mountains before.

The sight of the perpetually snow capped mountains looming over the city as the bus headed closer and closer to the next stop had you more and more excited for the trip. You were practically bouncing in your seat next to Yumi who was taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm.

Once you reached the village, your travel group disembarked from the bus and made your way to a car rental place to pick up a van to take up the mountain roads. You were in the very back with Yumi and Gunho with Yunho and Seomi in the middle seats.

The ride up the mountain was just as exciting for you as the bus ride had been and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring out the window, taking in the grandeur of it all. The rolling farmland was interspersed with forests as the road wound up the side of the mountain, climbing higher and higher as the road got steeper.

As you passed a small farm, you were whisper-shouting to your best friend about the cute sheep when the van turned onto a road that led into a vast forest. The forest grew more and more dense as you climbed even higher still. There were remnants of snow from the most recent winter storm and before you could ask how much longer, the van turned onto a dirt road, driving a little slower.

You twisted in your seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the lodge where you were to be staying. Yumi’s family had rented a massive lodge for ten days and you’d only learned during the layover that Yumi’s extended family would be there as well. 

It dawned on you that this would be your first time meeting her cousins, aunts, and uncles.

As the van rolled to a stop, you were far beyond the reaches of your normal excitement as Yunho and Seomi first climbed out, followed by Gunho, Yumi, and finally you were the last to be let out, stumbling as your foot caught on one of the seatbelts. Yunho managed to catch you before you went down.

“Whoa,” he said, chuckling. “Someone is excited.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, making him chuckle again. “Don’t apologize for almost falling,” he replied. “Just be careful,” he added with a wink. You thanked him again and awkwardly scurried away to join the others at the back of the van to collect your luggage.

The lodge was mostly empty, save for a few family members. You followed Yumi to the room you would be sharing for the next ten days which happened to be next to the room Yunho and Seomi were sharing. On the other side of their room was the room where one of Yumi’s aunt and uncle were staying.

Once you had dropped off your luggage, Yumi dragged you down to the main living area to meet the rest of her family. Her aunt and uncle were on her maternal side and they had three kids as well. 

The eldest was a girl with waist length hair named Haneul. Yumi had told you she was in college. The middle child was a boy named Jun-seo who was in high school, wore glasses and carried his Nintendo switch everywhere. The youngest was in his last year of elementary school and his name was Ju-won.

You greeted them politely but the moment Yunho introduced Seomi, all attention was on her and you were able to breathe easily. You hated attention more than anything and now that the attention was on someone else, you felt a lot better. At least until dinner.

Attention was divided with some focusing on Seomi and wanting to know every little detail about her and Yunho’s relationship while a few were more interested in Yumi’s best friend from childhood. You answered all the questions thrown at you despite feeling like a blinding spotlight was on you.

The next day brought with it more snow and more family.

This time from Yumi’s father’s side. His sister and her husband and their two kids. Twin boys named Kang-min and Jang-min. You learned they were around your age and while being nearly identical, they had vastly different views, opinions, and interests. Kang-min was more the quiet type. He loved sports and academics and was a model student in college. After graduation, he found work as a nutritionist.

Jang-min on the other hand was much louder, more boisterous, and loved a good party. He landed a job as a journalist, writing for an advice column. His interests were more in the home. He loved to cook and bake, and you learned when he had a little too much wine, he got overly friendly.

You found him to be very funny and found his shameless flirting harmless.

Everyone else thought it was kind of funny, too. Well, almost everyone.

Yunho made his distaste of Jang-min’s actions known pretty quickly when he noticed Jang-min’s hand lingering on your knee a little too long. He didn’t even hide it, instead calling his cousin out in front of the whole family.

“Is it really appropriate for you to be touching her like that?” he asked his cousin as the latter leaned against you, his hand perched on your knee as he laughed at a joke you made. The laughter subsided almost instantly and Jang-min looked at his cousin with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked. Yunho glared at the younger man. “Just keep your hands to yourself,” he retorted. “She’s not your family. You can’t just touch people like that.” You felt your heart sink, not for yourself but for Jang-min who recoiled, crossing his arms over his chest immediately.

“Yunho,” his mother chastised. “Jang-min didn’t do anything wrong,” she continued. “And Y/N didn’t say anything about it bothering her,” Yumi added, turning to look at you. “Was it bothering you or making you uncomfortable?” she asked softly. You shook your head. “No,” you replied.

“Jang-min’s just a touchy person. I get like that sometimes when I drink,” you added.

Yunho said nothing, instead excused himself and got up from the circle, heading upstairs, Seomi on his heels.

That wasn’t the first time Yunho had told off one of his cousins for getting too close to you. He did the same thing a couple days later. The parents had all gone to bed as had the young ones leaving you, Yumi, Yunho, Seomi, the twins, Haneul, and Gunho sitting around the fire pit outside on the patio.

Instead of wine, Yumi and Haneul had gotten into the liquor stash and made drinks while the others had opted to drink beer. After Jang-min had gotten another scolding from Yunho for his behavior, the younger man had picked a spot furthest from where you sat, putting you between Gunho and Yumi. You were nursing your drink when Haneul spoke up.

“Why don’t we play a game,” Haneul said, looking around the circle. You glanced at Yumi who nodded. “What did you have in mind?” she asked excitedly. “I swear if you say Truth or Dare, I’m out of here,” Yunho grumbled, Seomi flashing him a smile.

“Truth or Dare is so juvenile,” she added with a nod. You looked away from them to Haneul who seemed to be deep in thought. “What about Paranoia?” you offered, regretting it the moment seven pairs of eyes landed on you. “What’s that?” Kang-min asked, leaning forward to see you better around his twin.

“It’s a party game,” Jang-min answered quickly. “You sit in a circle and one person whispers a question into another person’s ear and then that person has to answer the question out loud for everyone to hear. It has to be a question about someone in the group like ‘who do you think gives the best hugs’ or something similar. And then if you want to find out the answer, you have to drink and then ask. If the person doesn’t want to tell you the question, they also have to drink,” he explained.

“Sounds complicated,” Kang-min murmured. You wracked your brain for another game. “Oh!” Yumi said quickly. “What about Ring of Fire?” You let out a laugh. You knew all too well what Ring of Fire was as you had both played it a lot back in college. “If we want to play that, we’re gonna need to go inside,” you reminded her. “We have to sit at the table.”

Yunho glanced up at you and then to his sister. “I’m down,” he replied, looking at Seomi. “You want to go in? It is kinda getting cold out here.” Seomi nodded. “Yeah,” she answered. “Let’s go in.”

Once the fire had been dealt with, the group moved inside, sitting around the table while you and Yumi worked to set up the game. You found a pack of cards in one of the end tables in the living room while Yumi hunted for a large cup. Once you had your supplies, you started setting up.

“Has anyone played this before?” Yumi asked as she set the cup in the center. You noticed everyone shaking their heads as you cut the deck and set the cards in piles face down around the cup in the center. “Everyone is going to need full drinks,” you explained.

There was a brief pause as everyone grabbed refills. Once they were all sitting back down, you and Yumi took turns explaining the rules of the game.

“If you draw an Ace, that’s ‘waterfall.’ Going around the circle clockwise,” Yumi explained, drawing a circle in the air with her finger. “Each player starts drinking their drink consecutively and you have to keep going until the player before you stops.”

“If you draw a two of any suit, that’s the ‘you’ card. You point at someone else to take a drink. Likewise, if you draw the three of any suit, that’s the ‘me’ card and you have to take a drink,” you continued. Yumi nodded and continued the explanation. “If someone draws a four, that’s the ‘girls’ card and all girls have to take a drink.”

“That’s kind of sexist,” Haneul complained but Seomi waved her off. “It’s just a game,” she replied. “Five is the ‘thumb master.’ Whoever draws this card has to discreetly put their thumb up which everyone has to copy. The last person with their thumb up has to take a drink,” Yumi continued.

“How many rules are there?” Kang-min asked. “As many types of cards there are,” Yumi said with a shrug. “Six is the ‘boys’ card and all boys have to take a drink. Seven is the ‘heaven’ card, which is similar to thumb master only you have to point up to the sky. Last one to do it has to drink,” you continued.

“What’s eight?” Seomi asked. “Eight is ‘mate,’” Yumi answered. “What’s that?” Seomi asked, tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy. “You pick someone to be your ‘mate,’” you answered. “If you have to drink, so do they for the rest of the game.”

You didn’t miss the way Seomi flashed Yunho a mischievous grin.

“Nine is the ‘rhyme’ card: if you draw this card, you have to pick a word and then we go around the table and everyone has to come up with a word that rhymes with that word. Ten is the ‘category’ card. You pick a category and everyone has to name something in that category, anyone who can’t come up with something for either nine or ten has to drink,” you added.

“Okay, so what is Jack?” Yunho asked, looking up at you. “Make a rule,” Yumi answered. “You get to make up a rule or forfeit that has to be obeyed throughout the game. It’s sort of a power card,” she explained. “And Queen?” Yunho asked again, his eyes still on you. “Question Master,” Yumi answered quickly. “You have to ask the others questions and they have to answer with a question. Whoever doesn’t answer with a question has to drink.”

Yunho nodded, eyes still on you. “And what about King?” he asked. “Fill up the cup,” you answered, nodding at the cup in the middle. “Pour some of your drink into the glass and whoever draws the fourth king has to chug the entire contents.”

Yunho’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Okay,” he said, sitting up and looking down at the cards in front of him.

“Let’s play.”

The first round was a mess, trying to re-explain the rules of the game each time a card was drawn that you resorted to writing the rules down for each person who asked for clarification. The second round was a lot better. You drew a six and laughed, pointing at Jang-min who playfully glared at you as he took a drink.

When it got to Yunho, he pulled the 8 of diamonds. Seomi glanced up at him, expecting him to pick her but was surprised when Yunho instead picked you. “Now you have to drink every time Yunho does,” Yumi said as Seomi picked up a card. She drew a two of Hearts and immediately pointed at you.

You raised your glass and took a drink without complaint. Yumi had mixed something together and it tasted amazing. It was so good you weren’t sure if there was even any alcohol in it. “Your turn Kang-min!” Seomi said, positively beaming as she smiled at him.

Kang-min drew the first King of the night, grimacing as he reached over to pour some of his beer into the glass. “Ugh, this is gonna be so gross,” Gunho said when he pulled a king from a different pile and poured some of his drink into the cup.

Haneul drew a ten of Clubs and pondered for a moment before calling out her category. “Christmas movies!” she said excitedly, turning to look at Yumi. “Elf,” Yumi answered, turning to you. “Jingle All the Way,” you said softly. Gunho said Miracle on 34th Street and it continued back around to you.

“Die Hard,” you blurted out. Seomi pointed at you. “Drink! That’s not a Christmas movie!” she said excitedly. “Yes it is,” you replied. Seomi shook her head. “No it’s not! It’s an action movie,” she argued. “That takes place during Christmas,” you added. “It’s a Christmas movie.”

Seomi turned to Yunho for help but he merely shrugged. “She’s got a point,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s also listed as a Christmas movie on Hulu,” Jang-min offered. “It’s your turn Gunho,” Yunho said, looking at his younger brother. “Home Alone,” he said without hesitation. “Nightmare Before Christmas,” Yunho said, turning to Seomi who hesitated.

She took too long because Yumi, Jang-min and Haneul all pointed at her. “Drink!” they said in unison. Seomi begrudgingly took a drink and glared at Yumi who shrugged. “Them’s the rules,” she said, unphased. “It’s just a game, babe,” Yunho said softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

The next couple rounds had Gunho pulling thumb master, Yunho drawing the Me card which you had to drink with him. Yumi drew the third king and poured half of what remained in her cup into the center cup. You held your breath as you drew a card and sighed with relief at the little nine looking back at you.

“Nine,” you announced, flashing the card. You pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a good word to make everyone rhyme with. “Dime,” you said, looking at Gunho who stared at you. “Like, the currency?” he asked, making sure he heard you right. You nodded. “Lime,” he continued, turning to Yunho. “Crime,” he stated, turning to Seomi. “Grime,” she said, looking you directly in the eye.

“Chime,” Jang-min chirped, turning to his twin. “I’m,” he said, looking proud of himself. “Mime,” Haneul said excitedly, turning to Yumi. “Prime!” Yumi shouted, apologizing when several shushed her. “Climb,” you said, turning to Gunho. “Rhyme,” he said smugly. Yunho chuckled and shook his head. “Sublime,” he continued. “Time,” Seomi said quickly.

It continued back around to you. “Thyme,” you said softly. “The herb,” you added. “Lyme,” Gunho said. “Like the disease,” he clarified, making you and Yumi burst into laughter. Yunho fought the urge to laugh as he stammered out “slime.” It fell to Seomi again who froze. “Oh shit,” she cursed softly, lifting her glass to take a drink. “We kind of exhausted all the options,” Jang-min said with a laugh.

Gunho pulled the eight of clubs and pointed at Yunho. “Doesn’t that mean whenever I drink, Yunho and Y/N have to drink?” he asked, looking past you at Yumi. “Like a chain reaction or something?” Yumi nodded. “It does!” she answered. “Sorry Y/N,” she added with a smirk.

When it came around to you again, you luckily pulled the eight of Hearts and smirked at your best friend. “Alright, mate,” you said with an evil grin. Yumi groaned loudly. “I knew you’d do that,” she grumbled as Gunho pulled the three of Diamonds. “Alright drinking buddies, let’s go,” he said, taking a drink. Yunho followed, as did you, then Yumi.

Yunho pulled the four of Spades and laughed maniacally. “You have to drink twice, Yumi,” he said, sticking his tongue out at his sister. She glared at him but did as he said. Seomi pulled her card and stared at it for a solid six seconds before Yunho glanced at it and gasped.

“She pulled the last king,” he said softly. “Oh… looks like you gotta chug the drink in the middle!” Jang-min said excitedly while Kang-min looked on with mild curiosity and disgust. Seomi took a deep breath but as she reached for the cup, Yunho took it instead. “I’ll drink it for her,” he said, lifting the glass. “She’s got a weak stomach. I don’t want you getting sick,” he added in a soft tone, looking at her.

Yunho downed the contents quickly, grimacing as he set the glass down. “Alright,” he said, coughing. “Is that game?” he asked, looking around. You glanced at Yumi who looked back and shrugged. “We could keep going,” she suggested. “Until all the cards are gone.”

You shook your head. “Let’s just call it there,” you suggested. “The King’s cup is gone,” you added. “We could always shuffle the king cards back in,” Jang-min suggested but you shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said as Seomi started to get up. “Let’s call it a night. We have plans tomorrow anyway,” Yumi said.

The group split up, heading to their respective rooms to get ready for bed.

The next morning, Yumi woke you up early so you could shower before the trip into the nearby town. According to her, it was a small picturesque town, already decorated for the holidays. You both dressed in silence, heading down to the dining room for breakfast.

Yunho was already sitting at the table, Seomi sitting next to him with her arms crossed over her chest, a slight pout on her face. “Morning,” Yumi said as she took a seat, leaving an open seat next to Yunho. Rather than taking it, you sat on the other side of your best friend.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to join you, Haneul sitting beside you while Gunho took the seat between his sister and brother. Breakfast went by in mostly silence as everyone was still waking up and eating. After eating, you followed Yumi back up to the room to finish getting ready for the day.

Once everyone was ready, you all piled into the vans outside and headed for the village. The drive down didn’t take that long and soon, you were looking out the windows, catching glimpses of the architecture, roofs blanketed in snow, and holiday decorations everywhere.

You were in the very back again, this time with Yunho and Seomi while Gunho and Yumi sat in the middle seats. Yunho sat in the middle, you on his left, and Seomi to his right. You opted to stare out the window the whole time as to not stare at Yunho or make eye contact.

Last night, the way he stared at you while you explained the rules of the game stirred something inside you and you didn’t really want to revisit whatever it was that was coming back to life inside. Not to mention the way your heart jumped into your throat every time his thigh brushed against yours on the bumpy mountain road.

Once you were in town, vans parked, You scrambled out with the others and gathered around so the older adults could explain the rules. You were allowed to go off on your own and explore but everyone was to meet up for lunch at a specific location. Once this was explained, you were free to go off on your own. You took off with Yumi, Haneul tagging along so she didn’t have to go with her brothers or with the twins and Gunho. Yunho and Seomi obviously went off on their own and you were able to breathe easily.

Yumi ended up dragging you and Haneul to a little boutique that caught her eye and although there was nothing you were interested in, it was still fun to watch Yumi and Haneul shop and try things on. After the boutique, you wanted to step into a shop full of crystals and glass to check it out. There was even a demonstration of glass blowing near the back that you couldn’t seem to pull yourself from.

Eventually Yumi and Haneul dragged you away and the next shop you stumbled into was a jewelry shop. You were looking at the necklaces with Haneul when you heard her gasp slightly. You looked up and followed her line of sight, spotting what she saw.

Yunho and Seomi.

The latter was looking at rings and you felt your heart stop, bile in your stomach rising as you tasted something sour in the back of your throat. You looked away, not wanting to witness whatever was going on over there as Haneul waved frantically at Yumi, drawing her over so she could point.

Yumi stared in awe before grabbing both you and Haneul and dragged you out of the shop onto the sidewalk to peer through the window. “Is Yunho going to propose?” Haneul asked softly as she stared into the shop. Yumi shook her head. “I have no idea. I don’t even know how long they’ve been dating,” she answered. “It can’t have been long because I’ve never heard about her before.”

You tore your gaze from the couple inside the shop, your eyes landing on a bookstore nearby. “Hey,” you said softly, tapping your best friend on the shoulder. “Isn’t the twins’ birthday coming up soon?” you asked. Yumi turned to look at you. “Yeah. Which reminds me, I need to get them gifts.”

You pointed at the bookstore. “Kang-min likes books, right?” you asked. Yumi nodded. “Yeah, mainly manga but he also likes horror books,” she answered. “Let’s go in there. Let Yunho and Seomi have their privacy,” you suggested. The other two thankfully listened and the three of you headed across the busy street to the bookstore.

After the bookstore, the three of you stopped by a small courtyard with all kinds of statues. Yumi wanted to take some pictures and you obliged as the three of you squeezed together to fit in the camera’s view. As the day wore on, your stomach started to rumble and Haneul complained of being hungry. Checking her watch, Yumi saw that it was almost 1 pm and looked at her phone.

“We should probably head for the restaurant,” she said softly. The three of you headed back, walking down the busy sidewalk, chatting. It was mostly Haneul and Yumi chatting as you couldn’t get the image of Yunho and Seomi in the jewelry shop out of your head.

You thought you were past this. The fluttering of your heart when he was around was one thing, but getting so jealous it made you nauseous was another thing entirely. You’d never once felt that way before. It made you wonder what was wrong with you. Yunho wasn’t yours and he never would be but you still couldn’t let go of these feelings.

“Y/N?” you heard Yumi’s voice pull you from your thoughts. “You alright?” she asked. The two of them had stopped and were looking at you with concern. “I’m okay,” you murmured. “Just feeling a little nauseous,” you added. “You want to go back to the lodge?” Yumi asked. You shook your head.

“I’m sure it’ll go away when I eat.”

You didn’t want to ruin the trip because of your unbridled jealousy so for the sake of your best friend, you’d swallow it and suck it up. You’d have to at some point.

The restaurant was a cozy place with a lot of nordic patterns. The three of you were shown to a backroom where the rest of the family was already gathered. The only three seats left were between Yunho and Jang-min. Before you could ask Haneul to switch you, she sat down next to her cousin while Yumi took the seat next to her.

‘Fuck.’

You moved and sat between your best friend and her brother, trying not to look at him.

Immediately, you picked up your menu and looked over the options. “What’re you gonna get?” you heard a voice ask. Looking up, you met Yunho’s gaze. “I’m not sure yet,” you replied softly, turning your gaze back to the menu. “Maybe the chicken.”

“Chicken is always a good choice,” Yunho murmured with a nod as he looked over his own menu. I might get that too,” he added. You said nothing, instead looking at the menu as if you hadn’t decided yet. You were just trying to avoid conversation or eye contact with the man next to you.

When the server arrived, you took turns ordering your food and drinks. Once the menus were taken away, everyone fell into comfortable conversation. Everyone except you.

“So Y/N,” a voice said, snapping you from your thoughts.

You looked up to see half the table’s eyes were on you. The speaker was Haneul, Jun-seo, and Juwons mother. “How long have you known Yumi?” she asked. You turned to your best friend before looking back. “Since we were in elementary school,” you answered. “We’ve been friends for years.”

“What do you do for work?”

You sat there, answering mundane questions about your life, letting the family get to know you a little more. Most of the questions were tame, consisting of inquiries about your work, your life growing up, your friendship with Yumi. Until someone brought up a question that made you want to sink into the floor.

“And you aren’t seeing anyone?”

You thought you felt Yunho tense up beside you but it had to have been your imagination. You shook your head. “She’s been on a few dates here and there since college,” Yumi offered, trying to take the attention off you. “But she hasn’t met the right person yet.”

You were thankful when the conversation shifted to talk about Yumi’s love life, or lack thereof. You had settled back down in your seat and were patiently waiting for your food to arrive so you had an excuse to not answer anymore questions.

“Are you okay?” you heard Yunho ask softly. Looking up, you met his gaze and nodded wordlessly, looking away from him. “I’m fine,” you lied with a forced smile. Whether or not Yunho bought your act you wouldn’t know because before he could respond, the server returned with a few others, bringing your plates out.

The arrival of the food meant most of the party was eating rather than talking. It was a nice reprieve and you hoped soon that you could return to the lodge and call it a day. Seomi and Yunho were speaking in hushed tones before Yunho shook his head and Seomi got up, excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Yunho excused himself and got up to follow.

You exchanged glances with Yumi who shrugged and went back to her food, you following her lead not long after. Yunho returned moments later and sat back down, looking mildly annoyed at something. You took it upon yourself to check on him this time.

“Everything alright?” you asked softly, making sure not to draw any attention. Yunho gave you a smile and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said just as softly. “It’s nothing,” he added. You chose not to push it and resumed picking at your food, most of your appetite having left soon after your food arrived.

“You want to get it to go?” Yumi asked as the server eventually returned with the check and to go boxes. You nodded and thanked her as she handed you a box. You said nothing as you scooped your mostly uneaten chicken pasta into the box and closed the lid, setting the plate aside and waiting for the group to start making its way to the exit.

Seomi finally returned and declined to take her leftovers, leaving her meal mostly uneaten at the table.

Once the bill was settled, you followed the group out the door, Yumi at your side and slowly made your way back to the parking lot where the vans were sitting. The ride back out of town and to the lodge was quiet and you chose to sit in the middle seat with Yumi while Yunho, Seomi, and Gunho sat in the back.

Upon arriving back at the lodge, you followed Yumi inside, putting your food in the fridge and headed upstairs to shed your layers and put on some more comfortable clothes. Once you were done, you joined the group downstairs as they sat near the fireplace while Mr. Jeong got a fire going.

You watched the younger boys play before Mrs. Jeong and Haneul’s mother called out that the hot chocolate was ready. Yumi offered to get you a mug but you declined before telling your best friend you had to use the bathroom. On your way to the room, you passed Yunho and Seomi’s room and heard them arguing in hushed tones. You weren’t sure what was being said but you didn’t stick around, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door quickly.

After finishing your business, you opened the door and bumped into Seomi who glared at you. “Watch where you’re going,” she snapped. Before she could push past you into the bathroom you stopped her. “Then don’t stand in the middle of the door when I open it like some sort of creep,” you snapped back and walked past her, passing Yunho who stared at you as you walked by.

You didn’t see the way he looked after you as you reached the top of the stairs before you headed back down, nor did you see the way he glared at Seomi. Back downstairs, you took up your previous spot beside Yumi. “Everything okay?” Yumi murmured as you grabbed the blanket on her lap and pulled some of it over you while nodding.

Soon, the parents were rounding everyone up to play charades. You were put on a team with Yumi, Yunho, Seomi, Gunho, and Mr. and Mrs. Jeong. You weren’t entirely in the game and after the first round, you excused yourself, getting up and heading upstairs with the excuse that you had a headache.

Only a few minutes later, Yumi joined you, asking once again if you were okay. You lied and said you were and that you just wanted to rest and get some shut eye because of your headache. She offered to get you some water and aspirin which you thanked her for.

Once you took the medicine and drank some of the water, you settled down in your bed and closed your eyes, drowning out the sound of excited yelling downstairs.

At some point, you passed out and when you awoke, your phone told you it was nearly midnight. You heard Yumi groan as she rolled over. “Really? This is a family vacation,” you heard her grumble in the dark. It was then you were made aware of the squeaking sounds and slight knocking that you assumed was from a bedframe hitting the wall and you felt your stomach churn.

It sounded like it was coming from the next room over which was… Yunho and Seomi’s room.

“Gross,” Yumi grumbled. You pulled back the covers and got up slowly. Yumi turned over and looked at you from the moonlight filtering between the curtains. “Where are you going?” she asked suspiciously. “Water,” you croaked, grabbing your empty glass and got up, pushing open the door and shutting it behind you out of respect.

In the hall the sounds were a little louder and you hurried down to the first floor, trying not to imagine what exactly was happening in the room next to yours only to freeze upon seeing Yunho standing in the kitchen, light from the fridge illuminating his figure. He turned and noticed you standing in the darkness.

“Hey,” he said softly. You forced yourself to move, walking around him to the sink. “I thought you were…” you trailed off as he grabbed the milk out of the fridge and moved to pour some over his cereal sitting on the counter. He put the carton back and shut the door before moving to turn on the light over the sink. “Thought I was what?” he asked, grabbing a spoon and sitting at the counter.

You shook your head and moved to get some ice from the fridge. “I heard noises,” you admitted. Yunho snorted and you turned to face him. “That’s coming from my aunt and uncle’s room,” he admitted. It woke me up and so I thought I’d come down here and have some cereal,” he added.

“Hoped they might be done by the time I finish and head back.”

You nodded and turned away to get some water. Silence fell over the two of you as you sipped on your water and Yunho ate his cereal. Finally he spoke, breaking the tension. “You’ve really grown up,” he muttered and you looked up to find him staring down at his bowl.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” he added with a chuckle. “I was going to say your boyfriend is a lucky guy until it was revealed earlier that you don’t have one,” he continued. You said nothing instead holding your glass firmly as he continued to eat his cereal.

The only sounds that could be heard were the heater working to keep the house warm, the crunch of Yunho’s cereal and the slight squeaking and knocking coming from upstairs. “You really don’t have a boyfriend?” he asked finally, looking up. You shook your head.

“No,” you replied.

More silence followed your admission. You fought the urge to add that no man ever compared to him but you knew that would be crossing a line and you could never come back from that. Better to just let it go and move on. Let him propose to Seomi in peace and move on with his life and be happy.

He deserved that.

“What about a girlfriend?” he asked, throwing you completely off guard. He looked up to meet your gaze. You stared back at him in stunned silence. ‘Girlfriend? Did he think you were…?’ You shook your head. “N-no,” you replied. Yunho shrugged. “I wouldn’t judge you if you did,” he added.

You shook your head more firmly. “No,” you replied. “It’s not like that,” you continued. “I’m just not interested in anyone right now.”

‘Anyone who isn’t you.’

“Oh.” Yunho said, getting up from his seat. He’d finished his cereal and the sounds upstairs had finally subsided. How long had you been standing there in silence? How much time had passed since you came downstairs?

Yunho stopped in front of you, reaching around to place his bowl in the sink. “So there’s really no one?” he asked softly. You shook your head, looking up at him. He smiled softly. “Good,” he said firmly, making you tilt your head slightly.

“Boys suck,” he added and you couldn’t help but laugh at this. It was a sound Yunho hadn’t heard in a long time. A sound that he didn’t realize he missed dearly. How much of a fool he’d been for trying to stay away from you these last few years.

“We saw you today,” you blurted out suddenly, taking both yourself and Yunho by surprise.

“Saw me?” he asked. “Where?”

You’d already blurted it out, you might as well be honest.

“In a jewelry shop,” you answered. “Yumi wanted to look at something in there and we saw you and Seomi. She was looking at rings…” your voice trailed off. Yunho stared at you, unable to read your expression. “I was looking for a gift for my mother for Christmas,” he admitted.

You suddenly felt very small and stupid for saying anything. “Of course,” you answered. “Sorry for assuming,” you said softly before downing your water and turning away. Yunho grabbed your arm gently. “Seomi assumed as much, too,” he admitted. “She thought we were there for that as well.”

You looked down at his hand gently but firmly holding your arm. “That’s why she was looking at rings but I told her I wasn’t planning on proposing any time soon and that I was there to buy a gift for my mother, and that’s when she got upset. That’s why she was so distant at lunch,” he added.

You nodded silently. He didn’t need to tell you any of this. Why was he telling you this? Yunho let go of your arm. “Sorry,” he apologized suddenly. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he added. “Maybe it’s because I’ve always felt comfortable with you.”

You glanced up at him, finding him already staring down at you, the dim light over the sink casting him in a low glow. “I’ve always found it easy to talk to you,” he added, stepping closer and closing the distance between you, trapping you against the counter.

“I’ve always felt like I could tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge me,” he explained softly, resting his hands against the edge of the counter on either side of your waist. “Like I could be myself and you’d accept me.” Your heart was hammering in your chest, blood pounding in your ears and almost drowning out his words.

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned closer, his lips inches from yours.

A door opening upstairs broke the silence and Yunho took a step back immediately. “I should probably get back to bed,” he said as he turned away from you. “We have a busy day tomorrow,” he added. You watched as he turned to glance back at you before turning away and heading for the stairs, leaving you in the kitchen clutching your water glass as you stared after him.

‘What the fuck just happened?’

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The following morning was the ski trip and you were dreading going to begin with. You weren’t the best with athletic activities, especially in the snow but Yumi had begged and begged the night before while you lay in your beds until you finally caved.

Now as you were in the back of the van with Yumi and Haneul, you were regretting your decision and would have rather stayed at the lodge and done nothing. The ride to the ski lodge wasn’t far thankfully for those that wanted to go skiing but unfortunately for you.

You chose to try skiing with Yumi, Haneul, Yumi’s mother, and Haneul’s mother. Kang-min chose to ski instead of snowboarding with his brother and the others. As you strapped in, you glanced up to where Yunho was helping Seomi into her snowboard boots, making sure they fit.

You were finishing strapping your ski boots on when Yumi sat next to you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” she asked, a little louder than you would have liked. Yunho and Kang-min both looked up. “You begged me to do this,” you hissed back. Yumi nodded thoughtfully. “And I’ve thought about it but I remembered you aren’t the most coordinated on snow or ice.”

You glared at her, cheeks burning. “It’s fine,” you hissed. “You begged me to come and now we’re here. I’m not backing down now and ruining the mood.”

You got up and walked over to the instructor to get your skis. You weren’t sure why all of the sudden Yumi was asking if you wanted to do this when she was begging you the night before.

Once everyone had the correct gear and was ready, you headed outside and over to the lift that would take you to the top of the slopes. There was an orange partition between the two sides. One side was where the skiers were, to the right the more advanced skiers were flying down the hill whereas to the left, closest to the orange fencing, was where the beginners were.

On the snowboarding side it was almost the same set up but mirrored. You rode the lift up with Yumi and Haneul, holding onto your ski poles nervously as the lift climbed higher and higher. Behind you sat Yunho and Seomi with Gunho and in front of you was the twins and Haneul’s mother. 

Your best friend’s mother chose to stay at the lodge for the time being.

Once at the top, you scooted off the lift and awkwardly shambled over to the side to wait for the instructor. Kang-min skied over and stopped beside you. “You okay?” he asked softly. You nodded, staring at the slope. “Just take it little by little,” he offered.

“You will fall,” he added. “But it doesn’t hurt. The snow is really soft.” You watched as he patted the snow with his ski. “Very powdery. Good skiing conditions.” You smiled at him as the instructor finally arrived. You watched as he explained the basics and let Yumi and Kang-min go first.

“Go slowly,” the instructor said as you moved to the edge of the summit. “Take your time.” You finally took the plunge, pushing yourself over the edge and started sliding down the slope to the first stop. The instructor joined you, commending your form but telling you to uncross your skis.

You tried again, heading down to the next part, cursing as your skis crossed again.

This continued until you reached the bottom.

“You’re doing really well,” the instructor said. “But you keep crossing your skis,” he added with a chuckle. “It’s so weird to try and hold them straight,” you admitted. He nodded as he started towards the lift. “You wanna go again?” he asked.

You weren’t looking at him. Instead you were watching Jang-min slide down the slope next to the one you’d just skied down on his snowboard. “Could I switch?” you asked, turning your head. “Maybe snowboarding might be better for me.” The instructor nodded and beckoned you to follow him back to the lodge and inside where you removed your skis and boots. He brought over a pair of snow boots to check the fit before helping you lace them up and make sure they were snug.

Afterwards, he grabbed the snowboard and handed it to you. “You can put it on at the top,” he said before grabbing his own board, having also switched the skis out. The ride up was silent as you looked around. Yunho and Seomi were at the top, off to the side chatting. When you reached the top, you hopped off the lift and walked over to Jang-min who smiled at you.

“Changed your mind, eh?” he asked as you set the board down and stepped on, watching the instructor make sure your boots were secure. “I couldn’t keep my skis straight,” you admitted with a grimace. “You joined us?” Yunho asked, scooting up to the other side. You nodded as Seomi also joined. “Alright, you three go ahead. I’m sure she doesn’t want you watching her as she goes down,” the instructor said, waving them on.

You watched as they took turns. Jang-min went first and you could see he’d done this plenty of times before. Seomi went next, looking every bit as graceful as Yumi did on skis. Yunho went next, stopping at the peak to look back at you. He gave you a salute. “See you at the bottom!”

You watched as he went next and you were in awe. You had no idea Yunho was so skilled at snowboarding, pulling tricks you’d only ever seen on TV. You were suddenly very aware that it was your turn next. The instructor had you go first and you half expected to lose your balance and tumble but you were surprised how much easier this was than skiing.

It didn’t take you long to get the hang of it and soon you were zooming past the instructor as he laughed. “You’re a natural at this!” Jang-min complimented as you joined him at the base of the slope. He held up his hand for a high five and you reciprocated as the instructor checked his watch. “I have a class soon,” he announced, looking up at you. “Will you be alright on your own now?” he asked.

“Yeah, she’s got us,” Jang-min said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

“We’ll keep an eye on her!”

And just like that, you were no longer in need of an instructor. You spent most of the time with Jang-min who was content to join you on the beginner slopes while Yunho and Seomi continued down the intermediate side. Kang-min eventually swapped his skis for a snowboard as well and joined the two of you, taking turns between you and Jang-min

Half the morning had gone by and you were really getting the hang of snowboarding. Yunho called break time and the group headed into the lodge for lunch, shedding your gear by the door. You ordered half a sandwich and a cup of soup, sitting next to Jang-min and Yumi as you excitedly told your success story to your best friend. “Maybe I’ll switch too,” she said with a smile.

“You’ve never even stepped foot on a snowboard,” Gunho said with a snort. Yumi glowered at him. “Neither had Y/N before today,” she snapped back. You nodded. “There’s no way I believe that,” Yunho said suddenly from the other side of the twins. “You’re a natural at this.”

Your cheeks grew warm at his compliments and you busied yourself with your soup. “She really is,” Kang-min chimed in, looking at you with a smile. “Skiing didn’t seem to be your strong suit but snowboarding definitely is.”

Heat spread from your cheeks to your ears at the sudden increase of praise thrown your way. Although you typically hated attention, you had to admit that it felt nice to be praised like this from time to time.

After eating, you sat by one of the fires, warming up while letting your food settle.

“I think Kang-min likes you,” Yumi said softly as she sat next to you. Glancing up at your best friend you knitted your brows together. “What?” you asked incredulously. She smirked at you, settling back in the seat beside you. “Kang-min. He’s been all over you today,” she said softly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” You shook your head slowly.

“Not really,” you admitted. You glanced over where Kang-min sat with his twin, playing a card game with Gunho and Yunho. You looked away quickly and turned back to your friend. “I’m sure he doesn’t,” you replied finally. Yumi shook her head. “He’s totally into you,” she whispered as Haneul walked over and sat on the ottoman in front of your chair.

“Who’s into who?” she whispered, looking between the two of you. Shaking your head, you tried to play it off but Yumi jumped at the chance to get a second opinion. “Kang-min,” she said flatly under her breath. “I’m pretty sure he’s into Y/N.” Haneul’s brows rose and she looked at you quickly.

“He is?” she asked, more to you than to your best friend. You shook your head. “I think Yumi is imagining things,” you replied. Your best friend groaned softly and turned to face you. “You want me to go ask him?” she asked and you slapped her leg. “No,” you hissed. “I don’t want you to ask your cousin if he’s into me. That’s so weird!” you hissed.

Yumi shrugged and looked at Haneul. “I don’t think it’s that weird but okay,” she replied.

After warming up for a bit, the group decided to head back out again. You pulled your gear back on, slipping into your feet into your boots. As you were lacing them up, Yunho knelt down by your feet. “Make this a little tighter,” he murmured, undoing your work and redoing the laces. “You want it to be completely tight and snug. Otherwise you could twist your ankle, get blisters, or even break your ankle” he explained.

“Th-thanks,” you murmured as he looked up at you with a smile. “No problem,” he said, getting up and heading outside. You stood up, following him with Jang-min and Kang-min behind you. You decided to ride up with the twins while Yumi and Haneul rode up behind you with Haneul’s mother.

At the top, you waited for Jang-min to go first before following him. You wanted to ease back into it so you went a little slower. Kang-min flew past you laughing as he made a beeline for his brother, making you chuckle as you finally reached the bottom. 

You headed back up, this time letting both Kang-min and Jang-min go first before you started down the hill with Yunho waiting at the top. You decided to go down the big slope like before and were gaining momentum when your eyes caught sight of something sticking out of the snow. Before you could evade, your board struck whatever it was and you went tumbling down with a yelp.

“Y/N!” you heard Kang-min yell. Your ankle was throbbing as you tried to roll over. “Y/N!” said a panicked voice. “Are you hurt?” You groaned in pain as they grabbed your arm and pulled you up into a sitting position. “My ankle,” you groaned, the pain shooting up your leg from your ankle.

You felt someone fumbling with your helmet before pulling it off. You looked up, squinting in the bright light at Yunho as he set your helmet aside and looked you over. “You didn’t hit your head did you?” he asked. You shook your head. His hands moved down to unclasp your boots from the snowboard.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked as Seomi came to a stop nearby. “Is she alright?” she asked. Yunho waved her to go on. “I got this, babe!” he called as he looked up at you. “Which ankle hurts?” You pointed to your right foot. Yunho was quick, calling for Kang-min and Jang-min to get your gear on their second pass down before unlatching his own snowboard.

“I’m gonna carry you down to the lodge,” he announced. “Come on.”

He knelt down, back facing you so you could climb on. You were hesitant but in the end, you leaned against his back, allowing him to pick you up and carry you on his back down the mountain. You heard Yumi call your name from the base of the ski slope and looked over.

“What happened?” she called as she made her way over. “She took a tumble,” Yunho called back. “I’m taking her inside.” Your cheeks burned as Yunho carried you into the lodge. You were carried inside and taken to the side where Yunho gently set you down and guided you to sit on one of the stools against the side wall. You did as he instructed, watching as he unlaced and carefully pulled your boot off.

Yumi had removed her gear and was moving to sit beside you as Yunho pulled your sock off. “Don’t you think a medic should look at her?” Kang-min asked, peering over his cousin’s shoulder at your ankle. “What do you think I went to school for?” Yunho huffed as he carefully rolled your ankle.

Seomi was standing nearby, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t look happy.

“Without x-rays,” Yunho started as you winced. “I can’t say for certain but it seems to be sprained,” he said softly. He rolled your ankle in the opposite direction and you let out a whimper. “Sorry,” he said softly. “But it’s definitely sprained at the very least.

You watched as he pressed against the joint gingerly. “I don’t feel any popping,” he murmured. “Can you move it yourself?” he asked, smiling slightly when you were able to roll your ankle yourself. “It’s definitely not broken,” he finally said. “We’re gonna need to stabilize it,” he added. 

Jang-min hurried off to find an employee and ask for the first-aid kit. They returned and Yunho looked through it. “There’s nothing in here to stabilize it,” he murmured as he sifted through the contents. “Does it need to be stabilized?” Yumi asked as her brother looked around. He nodded.

“It really should be so she doesn’t hurt it any further,” he answered. “Will this work?” you heard Yumi’s mother ask and looked up as she pulled out a wooden stick from her purse. “It’s a back scratcher,” she explained. Yunho smiled up at his mother. “This is perfect,” he said. “Thanks, mom.”

You watched as Yunho worked, using the scratcher to stabilize your ankle, wrapping the joint with as much gauze as he could before taping it off and covering the whole thing with your sock. “She should probably go back to the lodge,” he added as he cleaned up his mess. “I can take her back,” he offered, looking up at Yumi who shook her head. “I’ll do it,” she replied.

“You should stay,” you interjected. “I don’t want you to miss out because of me,” you replied softly. Yumi waved her hand. “Nonsense,” she replied. “I don’t care. You’re my best friend. I’d be a horrible friend if I stayed while you went back to the lodge alone. Besides, I’m done skiing anyway,” she added.

Yumi turned to her mother who offered to drive back anyone who was done for the day. Haneul agreed to finish for the day as did her mother. The twins, Gunho, Seomi, and Yunho agreed to stay and Yunho would drive back when they were done.

Yunho helped you out to the van and to get in with Yumi’s help. “Don’t put any pressure on it until I can properly wrap it. Make sure to ice it for twenty minutes. Then put heat on it for twenty. Back and forth with the temperatures,” he instructed before closing the door and backing up to watch the van reverse.

You watched him until the van turned and he disappeared from your view. “Are you feeling okay?” Yumi’s voice asked softly from beside you. You turned to look at her and nodded. “Yeah,” you admitted. “It doesn’t hurt that much now.”

The ride back was silent as you stared out the window of the van, watching the scenery change and pass by. It felt like no time at all had passed when you were pulling up to the lodge. Yumi and Haneul very carefully helped you out of the van, helping you up the steps into the lodge and Yumi made sure you got upstairs to your shared room. Yumi took a shower first, cleaning off before coming out.

“The others are back so you might want to take your shower now before they do and all the hot water is gone,” she announced. You got up and limped over to the door with your toiletry bag, towels, and clean clothes. As you limped towards the bathroom door, the bedroom to Yunho and Seomi’s room opened and Seomi exited, glaring at you as she exited and walked down the hall with an annoyed huff, entering the bathroom and slamming the door.

You let out a sigh and started to turn back to the bedroom when Yunho appeared. “Oh, Seomi just went in there,” he said, noticing your toiletry bag and towels. You nodded. “I know,” you replied. “She rushed past me to get there,” you admitted. Yunho frowned at your words. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “You can go before me,” he offered. “Thanks,” you murmured and started to make your way back.

“How’s your ankle?” he asked, looking down. “S’okay,” you shrugged. “The gauze seems to be coming loose.” Yunho nodded silently, looking back up. “After your shower, I’ll wrap it again. We stopped on the way back to get some stuff from a pharmacy,” he explained. “Thanks,” you mumbled and limped back to your shared room with Yumi who frowned as you entered the room.

“I thought you were going to shower,” she said as you hobbled over to your bed and collapsed onto it. “Seomi beat me to it,” you muttered, rolling onto your side, facing the wall. “That bitch,” you heard your best friend grumble and rolled back to look at her. “I thought you liked her,” you said.

Yumi shrugged. “I did but when I saw the way she glared at you when Yunho was carrying you into the lodge, it just rubbed me the wrong way. And when I was walking back here, I could hear them arguing. It wasn’t very loud but I could still hear it,” she explained.

“Then you were in the hall, holding your bathroom stuff and she just walks in there cause she’s not slowed down by an injury. That makes her a bitch.” You snorted and rolled back to face the wall, closing your eyes. Maybe you would just wait until everyone else had gone so you wouldn’t be in the way.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Yumi was gently shaking you awake. “Seomi is done in the shower,” she said softly. “And I think they’re fighting again so hurry up and get to the bathroom before someone else does.”

You scrambled to get up and hurried out of the room as fast as your ankle would let you, passing the door to Yunho and Seomi’s room which was ajar and like Yumi had said, you could hear them bickering back and forth. Seomi definitely sounded angry but Yunho was surprisingly calm.

You dared not stay and eavesdrop and instead hobbled down to the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and turned the lock before moving to start the shower and undress, unwrapping your ankle and setting the gauze and backscratcher aside before stepping into the scalding water with a sigh.

You went about your business, washing off the events of the day and allowing the hot water to soothe any aches and tense muscles in your body. After you were finished washing and you had rinsed the last of the conditioner from your hair, you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel and started to dry off.

You sat on the toilet, lid down, so you could dry off without putting unnecessary pressure on your swollen ankle. Once your body was dry, you pulled on your clean clothes, snatching up the dirty ones and carefully started to hobble back to your room.

Once inside, you tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper in the room and sat on the bed, starting to dry your hair with the extra towel. Yumi had disappeared, no doubt downstairs. You wondered if you should make the journey downstairs for dinner but one look at your ankle told you that was a bad idea.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking at the door. You turned as the door cracked open and Yunho peered in. “Is it okay to come in?” he asked and you nodded, watching as he pushed the door open further and came in, holding in his hand an ankle brace.

“I got this at the pharmacy,” he said as he moved to kneel in front of you. “You already got your socks on, good,” he noted as he carefully took your foot and inspected it. “Does it still hurt?” he asked, looking up at you. Shaking your head you looked down at his hands.

“Just when you put weight on it?” he asked. You nodded wordlessly. “Good,” he noted with a nod. “Means it’s not as severe as I initially thought.” You said nothing as he put the brace around your ankle, making sure to strap it tightly. “There,” he said softly. “You should have no problems walking,” he added as he looked up at you. “But just be careful. You should rest before dinner,” he continued.

You nodded silently as he got up and moved towards the door. “And sorry again about Seomi,” he added quietly. “Sometimes she’s… a little tough,” he said, hesitating for a moment. “Get some rest,” he repeated. “See you at dinner.”

You watched as he exited, pulling the door shut behind him.

You were left alone for only a moment when the door opened and Yumi entered, Haneul and Kang-min on her heels. “Are you okay?” Kang-min asked, sitting beside you on your bed. You nodded. “I’m fine,” you replied. “It’s just a little sore at this point.”

The four of you froze as you heard a slam next door followed by muffled shouting. Haneul moved to close the door, drowning out some of the noise. “I don’t think they’re gonna last,” Haneul murmured, moving to sit on Yumi’s bed. “And good riddance if they don’t,” Yumi muttered, drawing Haneul and Kang-min’s attention.

“I thought you liked her,” Haneul whispered, looking shocked. “I did until she cut Y/N in line for the shower,” Yumi grumbled. “She’s also weirdly overly possessive of Yunho. She got mad at Y/N because Yunho was carrying her after she got hurt,” Yumi explained. “Like, what did she want her to do? It’s not like Y/N could walk.” Their words fell to the back of your mind as you zoned out.

You were feeling tired from the events of the day and yawned. “Are you tired?” Haneul asked, noticing. “Do you want to nap?” Kang-min added. You nodded. “Yeah, sorry guys. I’m just really worn out.” Kang-min immediately got up as did Haneul and Yumi. “We’ll go talk outside. You get some rest. I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready,” she said softly as the other opened the door and exited.

You thanked Yumi and laid back down as she shut the light off and closed the door with a soft click. Not long after, you were out like the light.

Yunho closed the door and started for the stairs. He was getting sick of this. He was tired of the fighting and the arguments. And over what? Seomi wouldn’t even tell him why she was upset, only that she was and that it was his fault. How could he apologize for something if he didn’t even know what he did?

At first, he gave in and apologized the other night after the drinking game just to keep the peace but this time around, he wasn’t going to apologize until she told him why he was apologizing. He reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed Yumi, Haneul, the twins, and Gunho sitting outside around the firepit.

He walked over, pulling open the door and stepped out. Whatever conversation they were having died the moment he stepped outside. “I think I’m gonna help mom with dinner,” Haneul muttered, getting up and walking past Yunho and back inside. The twins exchanged looks and got up. “I think dad said something about needing help with firewood,” Kang-min said to Jang-min who nodded.

They disappeared inside the house and Yunho was left with his siblings sitting quietly as they avoided eye contact with him. Yunho looked between them before moving to sit down. He glanced back at the door first before speaking. “Alright,” he started.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why are they avoiding me?”

Yumi glanced at Gunho who looked back at her and shrugged. Yumi narrowed her eyes at her younger brother before sighing. “It’s because of your girlfriend,” she replied. “Because of Seomi?” Yunho asked. “What? Why?” Yumi sighed again, looking towards Gunho for help but the younger merely shrugged again. “You’re no help,” she snapped.

“Seomi is kind of…” Yumi trailed off. “A bitch,” Gunho mumbled, earning a smack from Yumi. “She’s kind of a lot to handle. She’s been pretty nasty to Y/N for no reason,” Yumi clarified. Yunho looked between his siblings. “What are you talking about?” he asked. Yumi sighed heavily.

“First time I noticed it was during the drinking game. I think when you chose Y/N as your mate, Seomi got mad which I don’t know why. If you had picked her, she was gonna have to drink every time you did,” Gunho mumbled, picking at his sleeve. Yunho snorted.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t pick her. I didn’t want her to have to drink every time I did.” Yumi nodded, shifting in her seat. “And we get that. Hell, even Y/N gets that but Seomi must have thought you were picking Y/N because you like her or something which is, again, dumb. Y/N is my best friend and you’re my brother. If it hasn’t happened already, it’s probably never going to happen,” Yumi said softly.

Yunho forced a smile. 

It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it before; being with you. There was something different about you. Something Yumi’s other friends lacked. You were funny, intelligent, confident, and you didn’t really seem to take shit from anyone. You had your head on your shoulders which was more than Yunho could have said for some of Yumi’s other friends at the time.

Yunho was also well aware of the fact that he was your first crush, possibly even your first love, though he never actually heard it from you directly. He had only heard it second hand from a friend of his who claims to have somehow overheard you telling someone else. Someone who wasn’t Yumi.

When he initially heard it, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. You had never made it obvious that you liked him so he thought maybe his friend was pranking him. After all, he was in high school and you were still in middle school at the time, but he would be lying if it didn’t cross his mind again when you finally started high school. Or when you came back from your first year of college. He never wanted to cross that line, in case you had moved on and gotten over your crush.

If it was even true to begin with.

Despite whether or not your feelings for him were real, his for you were definitely real. So he forced himself to move on, forced himself to date people who weren’t you and hoped that by doing so, he might actually get over the silly feelings that lingered in the back of his mind. Only it didn’t actually work. 

When he brought his first college girlfriend home for winter break, he was certain he’d managed to move on but when he saw you coming out of Yumi’s room, all grown up yourself, his confidence that he’d finally managed to move on soared out the window.

He was back to square one.

It was after this that he stopped coming home during breaks as often and focused more on spending time with his friends. He and his girlfriend at the time had broken up after that trip, and it wasn’t until Yunho met Seomi that things seemed to start getting easier.

Whether that was because you weren’t around or because of Seomi herself, he couldn’t say for sure.

His relationship was far from perfect but he really did like Seomi. He thought he might even love her but when he saw you show up at the airport for the trip, he knew he was screwed. He couldn’t tell if your indifference towards him was because you’d truly moved on or if it was you trying to avoid him.

He just didn’t know. And how could he when the two of you barely spoke this trip. You had seemed uninterested in him, in what he’d become and done with his life. He thought if you were really past it, then maybe he could actually move on with Seomi but his resolve was further put to the test when you injured yourself. He was down the slope before you even fully came to a stop.

He had been mid conversation with Seomi one second and the next he was rushing down the slope to get to you. To make sure you were okay. He could chalk it up to being a concerned physician but he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. It was clear from the moment you showed up at the airport that he wasn’t truly over you and he might never be.

“She also got too excited when she thought Y/N had fucked up on the Christmas movies and then again when you took Y/N’s side,” Gunho continued, pulling Yunho out of his thoughts in time to see Yumi nodding. Yunho laughed this time, surprising both his siblings. 

“Because Y/N was right. Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Just because it’s not some cheesy Hallmark movie doesn’t mean it doesn’t count,” he explained.

“And then again today,” Gunho continued, ignoring his brother. “When Y/N got hurt and you carried her into the lodge, Seomi looked pissed,” he added, looking at Yumi who nodded again. “I saw that firsthand. It’s stupid. It’s not like Y/N could walk. She just twisted her ankle. She was injured.”

Yunho shook his head. “Why would she be mad at that?” Yunho asked. “I’m a physician. I help injured people at work all the time!” Yumi and Gunho shrugged simultaneously. “Does she ever get really upset when you’re around other women who aren’t family?” Yumi asked.

Yunho wracked his brain. “Now that you mention it…” he trailed off, noticing the way Yumi and Gunho exchanged glances. “And she’s been upset most of this trip because you’ve been around a girl who isn’t family. Picking her in a drinking game, helping her when she got injured, picking her side when she was right about something,” Gunho listed. “She’s clearly jealous of Y/N,” he added.

“Why would she need to be jealous?” Yunho asked, looking at his younger brother. “She’s not jealous,” Yumi said, shaking her head. “She’s insecure. She thinks that Y/N could pull you and she feels threatened by her.” Yunho stared incredulously at his sister.

“Seomi is my girlfriend. Not Y/N,” he retorted. “She has no reason to be insecure. I’m with her.” Yumi shrugged. “In her mind, that doesn’t matter,” Yumi replied. “In her mind, you’re going to leave her for someone better. Someone like Y/N.”

Yunho’s heart skipped a beat but he played it off with a scoff, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s just dumb,” he muttered. “Has Seomi said anything?” Yumi asked, Gunho turning to look at his older brother with mild interest. Yunho shook his head. “No,” he answered. “She’s upset, I know that, but when I ask why, she refuses to tell me. She just wants me to apologize. I did the first time, but I’m not apologizing again until she tells me why.”

Yunho watched Yumi shake her head. “She’s expecting you to read her mind which is never going to happen. She…” Yumi trailed off, averting her eyes to the firepit. “She what?” Yunho asked. Yumi looked back up. “She sounds exhausting and to be honest, I think you deserve better. You deserve someone who isn’t going to treat you like this.”

Yunho’s brow rose at Yumi’s admission. He looked to Gunho who said nothing, instead staring blankly into the fire. “You think Seomi and I should break up?” Yunho asked. Yumi nodded. “As your sister, yes. I think you two aren’t good for one another. But in the end, what I think doesn’t matter. What matters is what you think. It’s your relationship after all,” she replied.

Yunho watched as Yumi got up and walked around the firepit towards the door. “You have to think about what makes you happy though, Yunho. Not what makes other people happy.”

Without another word, Yumi opened the door and entered the house, leaving Yunho and Gunho by the fire. Yunho turned to the younger who sighed and got to his feet as well. “I’m getting a little chilly out here,” he announced. “See you inside,” he added walking past Yunho, leaving the eldest sitting there, stunned into silence.

Was this really how his family perceived his relationship? Was this how you perceived his relationship? Did everyone think he was some sort of idiot, dating Seomi without realizing the kind of person she was? Yunho sat for a moment longer outside before getting up and heading inside.

He and Seomi had some talking to do.

You woke up to total darkness, groaning softly as you rolled over.

“Morning sunshine~!” you heard your best friend say in an amused tone. You looked over to her side of the room to see she was sitting up in bed, a small light clipped to her book. “What time is it?” you grumbled, voice cracking. “Like eight,” Yumi answered, checking her watch for verification. “Did I miss dinner?” you asked looking back at her. She nodded, turning on her bedside lamp, casting a dim yellow light around the room.

“But I brought you food~!” Yumi said in a sing-song voice, getting up as she set her book aside. On your bedside table was a plate covered with another plate. “We just finished so it should still be kinda warm,” Yumi said as she got up and walked over. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I brought a bit of everything.”

You looked up at your best friend with sparkling eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered as she uncovered the plate and handed it to you. “It looks so good,” you said, holding back the urge to groan. Yumi snickered at your reaction, picking up the utensils and handing them to you.

“Just eat, you weirdo,” she mumbled, patting the top of your head and moving back to grab her book. Instead of getting back in her bed, she moved over to climb into yours, snuggling up next to you as you ate. “You want me to read to you?” she asked, looking up. You nodded as you took a bite.

You ate in silence as Yumi read aloud from her book.

As you were finishing your food, you could hear hushed voices on the other side of the wall. They grew in intensity and you could tell it was Yunho and Seomi. You glanced at your best friend who had stopped reading to listen, her eyes meeting yours.

“Wonder what they’re fighting about,” you murmured, turning back to your food. “Probably because Yunho offered to bring you dinner earlier,” Yumi muttered nonchalantly. You turned to look at her. “What?” you asked. Yumi looked up at you. “Yeah. You were sleeping so I didn’t wake you and then the twins asked where you were so I said you were asleep and I didn’t want to bother you ‘cause of your ankle. So Yunho offered to bring your food to you, like I’m not sharing a room with you,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Seomi’s been mad at him for other things too but I think this just kind of set her off.”

As soon as Yumi said that, you both jumped as you heard a door slam shut and someone stomping down the stairs. You looked at Yumi who looked back just as wide-eyed. “What was that?” you wondered out loud. Yumi shrugged and got up as the door to Yunho and Seomi’s room opened and more footsteps were heard running down the stairs before the front door opened.

Yumi rushed over to the window to see what the commotion was. “It’s Seomi and Yunho!” she whisper-shouted at you. “What are they doing?” you asked. “I think they’re yelling,” she replied. “Standby.” She set her book aside and carefully unlocked and opened the window a crack.

The distant voices of Yunho and Seomi could be heard arguing but you couldn’t discern what they were saying. “You’re being unreasonable,” Yumi whispered to you. “That was Yunho.”

“I’m not being unreasonable. You’re the one that’s in love with someone else,” Yumi continued to whisper the entire conversation to you. “I wonder who she’s talking about.”

“I’m not in love with her! How many times do I have to say it?”

“It’s written all over your face. You’re bad at hiding it. You’ve probably been cheating on me with her--”

Yumi frowned. “Oh hell no,” she hissed, pushing the window open some more. “Yumi!” you hissed, throwing a pillow towards her but falling short. “Hey!” Yumi yelled out the window. “People are trying to sleep here! Take your lover’s quarrel somewhere else!” Yumi shouted.

“Stay out of this, Yumi!” you heard Yunho’s voice shout.

“I’m trying to sleep!” another voice shouted out the window and you recognized it as Gunho.

“Stop shouting! People are sleeping!” yet another voice shouted.

“They’re getting in the car,” Yumi whispered to you, watching the van no doubt drive off into the forest before she turned to look at you, shutting the window. “I wonder where they’re going,” Yumi continued as she moved back to your bed. “Who knows,” you muttered, resuming picking at your food. Yumi noticed and sat up. “Are you done eating?” she asked softly. You nodded and thanked her as she took the plate.

“What are friends for if not to bring you food and take the plate away when your leg is all gimpy?” she asked, chuckling as you cursed at her. Yumi returned and grabbed her book, moving back to her bed. “I’ll let you go back to sleep,” she said as she climbed back into bed. “Thanks, Yumi,” you said again and she smiled up at you. “Any time,” she replied, turning the light off and plunging the room back into darkness.

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The next morning, you woke to a light knocking on your door. Yumi was still in bed so you weren’t sure who it could be. The door cracked open and Haneul peered in, smiling at you. “Breakfast is ready,” she announced. “Do you want to come down or if your ankle still hurts, I could bring something up?”

You shook your head. “I’ll come down,” you replied, pulling back the covers as you sat up. “Thank you, Haneul,” you added. She shut the door and you grabbed a pillow, flinging it at Yumi who whined in protest. “Breakfast is ready, dork,” you called, pushing yourself up.

Your ankle wasn’t as painful today but you still couldn’t put all your weight on it.

You pulled on a pair of sweats and walked over to Yumi’s bed, grabbing your pillow and hitting her twice with it. “Come on,” you mumbled. “If I’m up, you need to be,” you said but she refused. “Get up or I’ll eat all the bacon,” you grumbled and she sat up quickly. “Don’t you dare,” she growled.

Once Yumi was dressed, you headed downstairs. Yumi waited while you took it easy, one step at a time. The rest of the family was already sitting around the table, save for Yunho. You wondered where he was and hoped he was okay.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wonder for long because Yumi asked for you.

“Where’s Yunho?”

“He’s in his room,” you heard Mrs. Jeong answer. “He had a hard time last night,” she added. You glanced over at your best friend who stared blankly at her mother. “So he made it back?” Yumi asked, drawing Mrs. Jeong’s attention. “He did,” she replied plainly.

“Alone?”

“Yumi,” Mr. Jeong said suddenly. “Knock it off. Your brother doesn’t need this right now.”

“It’s fine,” another voice said and everyone looked up to see Yunho had joined the group and was moving to sit between Gunho and his father. You looked away, busying yourself with your breakfast. It was a simple congee but you added a fried egg and some bacon to yours.

“Seomi left,” Yunho continued, addressing not only his sister but the entire table. “We broke up,” he added. “I’m sorry dear,” Mrs. Jeong said softly. Yunho forced a smile. “Why?” Jun-seo asked, looking up from his game. “It wasn’t working out anymore,” Yunho answered.

You glanced up in time to see his gaze pass over you and linger before he looked away. “Well, maybe some time in town will help,” Mr. Jeong said as he continued to eat. “We’re all going,” he added. “Dad,” Yumi said suddenly. “Y/N can’t walk. She twisted her ankle yesterday, remember?”

Mrs. Jeong nodded. “Oh, that’s right,” she said softly, looking at her husband. “I can stay here,” you said quickly. “You all go. Don’t stay back on my account. I’ll just stay in our room or something.”

Mrs. Jeong looked worriedly from you to your best friend. “Alone?” she asked. Yumi shook her head, opening her mouth to speak but Yunho beat her to it.

“I’ll stay behind,” he announced. “I’m not really feeling a trip to town. I’d actually rather stay here.” Yunho looked down at his plate while his parents exchanged glances. “Are you sure?” his mother asked. Yunho nodded, forcing another smile. “Of course,” he replied. “And who better to stay here with her than a physician?” Haneul’s father chimed in.

It was settled and after breakfast, you leaned against one of the wooden posts by the front door as the rest of the family headed out, Yumi stopping to make sure you were sure you wanted to be alone with Yunho. You nodded and told her to go have fun. Once they all piled into the vans and drove off, Yunho shut the door and turned to you. “So,” he said softly. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I’m not sure,” you replied. “But I think I want to rest upstairs.” Yunho nodded wordlessly, moving over to  where you stood. “You want me to carry you or you want me to just spot you as you climb the stairs?” he asked. Your cheeks burned and you looked away from his face.

“I’ll climb the stairs,” you murmured and moved to the base. Yunho followed, making sure you got to the top safely. Once you were back in your room, he waited by the door. “If you need to go downstairs for anything,” he said, hand on the doorknob. “Just call out. I’ll get you whatever you need,” he added before leaving.

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to will yourself to go back to sleep but you struggled. As you lay there, you could hear the wind outside pick up, howling and rattling the windows in their frames. You carefully climbed out of bed and limped over to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer out and find that snow was blowing around. ‘A snow storm?’ you wondered silently.

You headed back to your bed, grabbing your earbuds from your bag and lay back down, plugging your ears and starting some music. Closing your eyes, you let the music lull you back to sleep, thankful the music was able to drown out the whipping wind.

When you woke up again, it was darker. You checked the time and saw that it was almost 5 pm. It got dark a lot faster than it did back home and you weren’t used to it yet. You sat up, reaching up to rub your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up carefully.

You limped over to the door, pulling it open to peer out into the hall. “Yunho?” you called out. You were met with silence and decided not to bother him. You decided you could make it down the steps. You’d just have to be careful. You exited the room and made your way down to the main floor, taking it one step at a time and hobbled into the kitchen to get some water.

As you were opening the cabinet, you heard the back door open and turned to find Yunho carrying an armful of firewood. “You’re up!” he said as he moved to set the firewood by the fireplace and hurried over. “Here, let me,” he said softly as he stopped behind you, easily reaching the glasses and picking one out for you. “Why didn’t you call me for help?” he asked with a chuckle.

You moved to get some water from the fridge. “I called out but you were outside so I figured I’d just be careful coming down the stairs,” you explained. Yunho removed his coat and moved to hang it up along with his scarf and hat. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Yunho asked as he moved back to where you stood.

You took a sip of water and nodded, setting the glass on the counter. Yunho stared at you, eyes searching your face. “Is it still snowing?” you asked suddenly. Yunho nodded wordlessly. “Yeah,” he finally said. “My dad called,” he added. “Said if the snow doesn’t stop soon, they might have to stay in town.” Your heart jumped at the thought of having the entire place alone with Yunho.

“So we’ll be here,” you said plainly. Yunho nodded, looking at you but not quite seeing you. “Alone,” you added to which he continued to nod. Silence fell over the two of you but it wasn’t awkward. It was full of tension though. After a few moments, you finally broke the quiet.

“Sorry about Seomi,” you whispered. Yunho’s snapped up to meet yours. “What?” he asked softly. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “I’m sorry about Seomi.” Once you clarified what you said, Yunho’s expression softened. “It’s alright,” he replied. “It was never going to work out anyway,” he added.

“Why do you say that?” you asked curiously. Yunho smiled more to himself than to you.

“I think deep down, she was just a replacement for something,” he explained. “Or rather for someone.”

You watched him carefully as he no doubt was thinking to himself. “What do you mean?” Yunho looked up at you, lips parted but before he could say anything, your phone rang in your pocket. You sighed, pulling the device out. The screen read Yumi’s name and you held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”

You swiped the answer button and held the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you asked.

“Y/N, it’s Yumi,” you heard your best friend say. “Yeah, what’s up?” you asked, glancing up at Yunho who was leaning against the counter across from you, a small distance between you as he watched you carefully. “The locals said the storm isn’t stopping any time soon,” Yumi started.

“We’re gonna have to stay in the town tonight,” she continued. Your heart started to hammer in your chest. You were going to be all alone tonight. Alone with him. With Yunho. You glanced up at him, his expression growing more and more concerned. “Okay,” you managed to squeak out.

“Be safe. And hopefully we’ll see you in the morning,” you added. “Oh,” Yumi said suddenly. “Dad said to tell Yunho to bring in more firewood in case the power goes out up there. The stoves are gas so you should be fine on that.”

You nodded though your best friend couldn’t see you. “Got it,” you answered. “Be safe,” you repeated. Yumi repeated the sentiment and hung up and you set your phone down on the counter. “That was Yumi,” you started to explain. “She said the storm isn’t going to let up until tomorrow,” you continued.

Yunho nodded, waiting for you to go on. “She said they’re staying in town so we’re on our own tonight.” Yunho seemed to relax visibly. “And she said your dad said to bring more firewood in the house, just in case the power goes out.” Yunho nodded towards the fireplace. “I brought in three armfuls,” he explained. “That should be enough,” he added.

You nodded slowly as the conversation with Yumi started to fade away. “So,” you said softly. “What were you going to say before Yumi called?” You swore you saw a mild panic flash over Yunho’s face before he laughed it off. “Oh that? It’s nothing,” he murmured. “Just me rambling.”

“Forget I said anything.”

You reached forward, grabbing his wrist. “No,” you replied. He turned to look at you. “No?” he asked. You shook your head. “No, I’m not going to forget it. So just tell me.” Yunho hesitated before swallowing thickly. “Deep down, I think she was a replacement for someone,” he finally said softly.

“For who?” you asked, looking up at his eyes staring back at yours. ‘For you,’ you imagined him saying. Yunho hesitated a moment longer before speaking. “For someone I can’t have,” he finally said, your heart sinking into your stomach. You let go of him quickly and pulled back. “Oh,” you said shortly.

“I see,” you added, turning away from him. “I thought…” you trailed off. ‘Don’t,’ you told yourself. ‘Don’t do that. Don’t tell him that.’ It was Yunho’s turn to speak. “You thought what?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said quickly. Much too quickly. You hoped that like your childhood crush on him, he wouldn’t notice but you should have known better. Yunho noticed almost everything about you, even if you didn’t know it.

“Tell me,” he said softly. His voice was somewhat closer as he spoke. “What did you think?”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter,” you said, choking back a sob that threatened to escape.

“It does to me.”

The dam holding back your tears broke and you let out the smallest whimper, ducking your head. “Y/N?” Yunho whispered. You felt his hand on your arm as he turned you slowly. “Talk to me,” he said as you fought to not face him. “It’s n-nothing!” you stammered.

Before you could move away, Yunho turned you to face him, taking your face in his hands and making you look up, meeting his gaze. “Why are you crying?” he asked, thumbs brushing your tears away. “It’s stupid,” you sobbed. “Don’t ask me.”

Yunho leaned closer, pressing his lips against your forehead.

The action was so intimate and unexpected that it caused your brain to short circuit. “If it’s upsetting you, it’s not stupid,” Yunho whispered, lips brushing against your skin. “So, tell me.” You shook your head rather than answer.

“Is it because you thought I was talking about you?” he asked.

You froze again. ‘Did he know this whole time?’

You slowly raised your eyes to meet his brown ones. “Is that it?” he asked softly.

Without a word, you nodded, maintaining eye contact. Yunho hummed, caressing your cheek slowly.

“You idiot,” he said softly with a smile. “I was talking about you.” Your eyes widened. “You were?” you squeaked. Yunho nodded. “Of course I was. I thought I had been obvious before but I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Y/N,” he murmured.

“Y-you have?!” you squeaked again. Yunho nodded. “I tried to move on, date other people but none of them lasted because they weren’t you. God, this whole time, I wanted you. I didn’t want anyone else but I thought you’d never go for it. Yumi is your best friend and she’s my sister. Dating your best friend’s brother? She’d never allow that. She’d hate me forever if I ever hurt you. So I stayed away. I tried to forget about the way I felt about you but each time when I thought I’d made progress I would come home and see you and everything would fall back to square one.”

You stared up at him as he rambled. 

“I tried so hard not to love you. To let you go and move on. I tried so fucking hard,” he said, his voice breaking as he held back tears. “But I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t go on pretending I don’t want this,” he said, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs again. “Pretending that I don’t want you,” he added.

“Pretending like I’m not completely in love with you.”

Your hands reached up to grab his shirt, pulling him down and crashing your lips against his, catching him off guard. His brief pause passed and he melted into the kiss, one hand moving to the small of your back and pulling you against him as he kissed you deeper.

You let out a quiet moan as his lips parted yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and finding yours. Your fingers loosened their grip on his shirt as he pressed further against you. Without a word, he scooped you up, setting you on the counter before his lips were back on yours, hands wandering as he slotted himself between your thighs.

You moaned as his lips moved down the side of your neck, hands gripping your waist tightly. “God, you sound so pretty,” he murmured against your ear. “I’ve thought about what you sound like,” he continued. “Wondered what you taste like, what you feel like.”

You felt a chill run up your spine. “I’ve wanted you so bad,” Yunho continued, lips brushing against your pulse point. “So many times, I wanted to take you to my room when you were spending the night and drown in you. Pin you to the bed and make you beg for release,” he continued, groaning when you whimpered in his ear.

“What’s stopping you now?” you whispered. Yunho groaned, pulling back to take your face in his hands firmly. “Tell me you want this,” he said urgently. “Tell me you want me. I need to hear you say it.” You looked up at him, searching his face before finally answering him. “I want you,” you managed to say in a shaky voice.

Yunho let out a growl, pulling you into another kiss, parting your lips, his tongue meeting yours in a frantic dance for dominance. You started to pull at Yunho’s shirt, pulling it out of the way so you could fumble with the ties of his pants. “Wait, wait,” Yunho mumbled, grabbing your hands and halting your movement. You looked up to meet his gaze.

“What?” you asked, worried you might have done something wrong. He shook his head. “Not here,” he mumbled. “You deserve better than to be fucked in the kitchen like some cheesy porno,” he continued. You opened your mouth to protest but Yunho was gone before you could stop him.

He disappeared up the steps leaving you alone in the kitchen. You heard him rushing around on the floor above, his footsteps echoing through the floor before he started to descend the steps. You turned to look over your shoulder as he came into view, carrying an armful of blankets and pillows.

“What the--” you trailed off as he tossed the linens down in front of the fireplace before moving around behind the sofa. You watched as he pulled the sofa back, the wooden legs making a slight screech as they dragged against the wooden floor.

Next to move was the coffee table before Yunho started fumbling with the blankets and pillows. You started to move over to where he was kneeling to get a better look. As he came full into view, you could see he had created a sort of bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. You stared incredulously at him as he worked quickly before he looked up and met your gaze.

“Hey,” he pouted. “Back in the kitchen,” he ordered. You chuckled as you hobbled back over to wait for him. Once he was satisfied that the nest was comfortable enough, he was back by your side in the kitchen, guiding you back onto the counter. “Where were we?” he murmured, leaning in.

“Before you so rudely ran away?” you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. “Hey,” he whined. “I had to improvise. I didn’t want to try to force you to climb the stairs and besides,” he added, pulling back to look at you. “And if the power goes out in the middle, at least we’ll still have the fire for warmth and light,” he continued. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “We’ll have more than the fire for warmth,” you retorted. Yunho leaned in closer. “Only if you want to,” he answered. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t-” you cut him off, pulling him into a kiss, smirking internally as he groaned against your lips.

And just like that, the brief pause so he could set the mood in front of the fireplace was forgotten as you felt his hands wander, one moving to the small of your back and pulling you against him as his tongue explored your mouth again. “Fuck,” you heard him groan as he pulled back, lips trailing down the side of your neck. “Can I mark you?” he groaned, pulling away to look at you.

You nodded silently, chest heaving. “Just not my neck,” you admitted. “Yumi might see,” you added. Yunho’s fingers toyed with the hem of your tee shirt, eyes searching yours for permission to remove the article. You nodded and allowed him to pull it off you with ease. His eyes scanned your frame, taking in parts of you he’d never seen before, only imagined.

You resisted the urge to cover yourself even if you were wearing a bralette. Yunho said nothing, instead bringing a hand up, hesitating as he looked up at you through his lashes. “May I?” he asked, waiting for your consent. You nodded wordlessly, wanting to feel his hands all over. You want to feel him everywhere.

“Please,” you finally croaked out. “Please touch me.”

Yunho’s hands were on you in an instant, one cupping over your chest as the other moved to the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss, one that took your breath away as he guided your movements. “Come here, angel,” he murmured, sliding his hands under your ass as he stepped away from the counter, carrying you from the kitchen to the living room.

He carefully set you on the couch before kneeling in front of you. “Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable,” he started, looking up at you, the light from the fire dancing over the both of you. Slowly, you cupped his cheek, almost melting when he leaned into your touch.

“Don’t stop,” you simply said. “I want this. I want you,” you reminded him. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Yunho gently pulled you from the couch, sliding you under him on your back against the blankets. “God, I don’t even know where to start,” he murmured, his hips slotting between your thighs as his hands held him up. “I want to touch you everywhere, kiss you everywhere.” Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. “We have all night,” you reminded him.

“Take your time.”

Yunho did just that, kissing you slowly as one of his hands moved along your side, squeezing your hip and moving down to your thigh, pulling it against his hip and grinding against your core. You could feel the weight of his cock in his pants press against you, almost throbbing with the need to release.

“Yunho,” you moaned as he kissed down your neck to your collar. “Hmm?” he hummed against your skin. “Please touch me,” you whined. He chuckled lightly, his breath hot against your skin. “I am touching you, baby,” he replied. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

Hearing it come from him was something you’d always wanted but never expected. He wasn’t holding back anymore. “Please, Yunho, please,” you begged, trying to wiggle your hips but his weight held them down. “Shush,” he mumbled, planting soft kisses against your collar. “Be patient, baby.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt Yunho’s lips move over your chest, feeling his breath through the thin material of your lacy bralette. “This is in the way,” he grumbled, pulling back and slipping his fingers under the fabric. “It needs to come off,” he added.

You allowed him to pull you up to pull the offending article off and toss it aside.

You laid back slowly, cheeks burning under his gaze as he took in even more of your form. It wasn’t an entirely new experience for you, being topless but being topless in front of your best friend’s brother who you happen to be in love with was certainly a unique experience.

“God,” he murmured, tearing his gaze from your exposed skin to look up at your face. “I’ve never told you how fucking beautiful you are, have I?” he asked, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek. “I’ve thought about this moment a hundred different ways,” he continued, whispering into your ear.

“About what it would be like to have you underneath me like this. To have you laid bare for me,” he continued, kissing back down to your chest. “To be able to take my time and kiss your body over and over. To taste every inch of you.” You let out a gasp as you felt his tongue against your nipple, taking it into his mouth with a gentle suck. Your fingers combed through his hair as he teased the sensitive nub, his hand moving to cup your breast and knead it softly.

“Y-Yunho,” you whimpered as he pulled back, his mouth moving to the other side and repeated the same actions, taking your pert nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Each flick had your back arching, quiet moans slipping past your lips and your panties starting to stick to you.

Yunho started to kiss down your stomach, stopping to nip at your hips. You moaned louder as he sank his teeth into your skin. “Shit, Yunho,” you gasped as he pulled back and continued kissing down to the waistband of your leggings. “May I?” he asked again and this time you nodded fervently. “Yes,” you answered quickly. “Please.”

Yunho moved slowly, pulling your leggings down past your hips before sliding them down your thighs and pulling them off completely, leaving you in your panties. Your cheeks burned as he took in the sight before him, his hands moving to your knees to hold your legs apart.

“Yunho,” you whined, closing your eyes. “Don’t stare,” you continued. You heard him chuckle softly. “This is the first time I’m seeing you like this,” he replied. “Let me savor it, baby.”

Your cheeks continued to burn under his gaze as he studied your body. Finally, his hands moved up your thighs, stopping at your hips. “Look at me,” he said softly. You did, eyes snapping open to meet his gaze. “There you are,” he added, making you whine and try to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t,” Yunho warned, taking your wrists and pulling your hands from your face, leaning over to pin your wrists against the blankets as he hovered over you. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see all of you,” he continued, one hand moving down to your cheek before sliding over your neck, marveling at the size difference between the two of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tiny,” he murmured, fingers lightly closing around your throat. You let out a whimper and Yunho’s brows rose up quickly. “Oh?” he asked softly, squeezing just a little more, making you choke on your own words. “Really?” he asked, mildly amused. “Choking, huh? I never would have guessed.”

You tried to glare back at him but couldn’t hold the seriousness in your gaze as he squeezed gently again, your lips parting as a shameless moan slipped out, making his lips twitch as he fought against a smirk that threatened to spread across his face.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, pulling his hand from your neck. “For later,” he added as he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You moaned as you felt him grind against you again, the gusset of your panties covered in your own arousal and sticking to you uncomfortably.

Yunho noticed you shifting under him and looked down at you. “Is it uncomfortable?” he asked, lifting his weight off you. Shaking your head, you grabbed him but the hips and pulled him back down, resting the weight of his cock against your core. “My panties are just…” you trailed off.

Yunho cocked his head to the side curiously. “They’re just what?” he asked almost innocently. Your cheeks and ears burned in embarrassment. “Sticky,” you finally managed to get out. Yunho said nothing, instead keeping his eyes trained on your face as he rolled his hips, grinding against you.

“Would you like me to change that?” he asked softly, maintaining eye contact. You hesitated. Did you want him to remove your panties just yet? Were you ready to be that exposed to him? You were almost entirely naked under him yet he was still clothed. You shook your head. “It’s not fair for me to be the only one exposed here,” you said.

Wordlessly, Yunho sat back, reaching behind and grabbing the neck of his shirt before pulling it off over his head and setting it aside, leaving him in just his sweats. You allowed your eyes to sweep his frame, taking in the sight. You’d seen him shirtless before, spending many nights over at Yumi’s when you were younger but you never allowed yourself to really look, always averting your eyes in the past.

He was muscular but in a lean way. His shoulders were broad as you remembered and he’d filled out even more since the last time you’d seen him without his shirt. Your eyes continued to travel further and further, catching sight of a light trail of hair that started under his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his sweats.

“Better?” he asked, his tone amused as he watched you stare at him. You reached up, grabbing his shoulder and pulled him down to meet your lips in a rushed kiss. He’d spent so long working you up slowly and now you were more than desperate to have him.

“I know I said we have all night,” you murmured between kisses. “But I really need you right now.” Yunho chuckled against your lips, hands sliding down to your hips. “You’ve been very patient,” he agreed. “I think you deserve a reward for that.” Without another word, he dragged your panties down, discarding them rather quickly.

You waited with baited breath as his eyes wandered, taking in the sight of you completely naked under him. His eyes stopped briefly at the spot between your thighs before he looked back up to meet your gaze. You kept your eyes trained on his face as he leaned over you, his hand moving between your legs and groaning as he collected your wetness. “I’ve barely done anything,” he noted as he looked down, seeing his fingers already coated.

“S’because it’s you,” you murmured. Yunho looked back up, pressing his fingers further between your lips and easily finding your clit. You let out a gasp as he slowly started to draw light circles, watching your face as he explored. He was clearly experienced but it was still a new experience; a new lover.

He moved faster, still keeping the same pressure. It was teasing. It was enough friction to keep you on the edge but not push you further. “Yunho please,” you begged. It only took one plea for his fingers to move down and sink two into your entrance, making you moan loudly.

“Like that?” he asked softly, curling his fingers against the spongy spot inside you, making you gasp and your thighs try to close around his arm. Yunho pushed your thighs apart, leaning against one to keep you spread open for him. As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, he inspected you, keeping his eyes on the place where his fingers disappeared.

Your thigh tried to close and Yunho grumbled, moving his free hand and taking yours, moving it to your thigh. “Hold your legs open before I tie you down,” he growled. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you did what he instructed. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your stomach before scooting further down.

Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt his tongue against your clit. It was slow, deliberate, and hot. “I’ve wondered what you tasted like for years,” he murmured. “It’s better than I imagined.” With renewed vigor, Yunho’s tongue lapped at your sex, flicking against your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. The stimulation started to build tension and you felt your orgasm approaching.

Yunho must have felt it too because he pulled away, his fingers slowing to a stop. You whined, feeling defeated as your climax ebbed away. “Shush,” you heard him whisper. “It’s okay, baby,” he continued. “I just need you to hold off a little longer for me.”

Yunho gave your sex a light lick before he pulled away, fingers continuing to move and curl, scissoring you open slowly. “Yunho, please,” you pleaded, unshed tears filling your eyes. “Just a little more, kitten,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Just a little more,” he repeated. Your thighs shook, your impending orgasm slipping away once again when he stopped. You were about to protest when you felt him add a third finger, groaning as you felt the stretch against your walls. “You’re just so tight,” Yunho groaned as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. “I have to take it slow or I might hurt you.”

Despite your begging and pleading, Yunho took his time, opening you up until he was satisfied. You were an incoherent mess as he finally removed his pants and underwear, moving between your thighs and groaning as the underside of his cock rubbed against your wet folds.

“Look, angel,” he instructed. You opened your eyes and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to look down between your thighs. Yunho had rested his cock on you and you felt your stomach churn slightly at the sight. You knew Yunho was a big guy in general but the sheer size of his cock had you already seeing stars. The tip reached just under your navel and you were certain there was no way he’d fit all of it in you.

“So big,” you commented. Yunho chuckled slightly, carefully pushing you back onto the blanket. “I’ll go slow,” he reassured you, pulling back and taking himself in his hand. “Just tell me to stop if it hurts,” he added. You nodded as you felt him press the tip against your slit.

“Deep breath,” he added. You inhaled slowly and as you exhaled, you felt him push the head of his cock past your folds. You groaned as you felt it start to fill you. Yunho took his time, massaging your hips as he slid in slowly, inch by inch.

You winced slightly, prompting him to stop and whisper words of praise as you tried to relax. “That’s it baby,” he murmured. “Just relax. I’ve got you,” he added. You willed your body to relax, sighing as he continued. It felt like ages before he stopped.

Your body has seized up again and Yunho was coaxing you through it. “It’s okay angel,” he whispered, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips. “Relax, baby,” he added. “Relax and let me in.”

You groaned as he slid further and further, his size filling and stretching your walls. You tried not to clench but subconsciously, your cunt fluttered and constricted around him, making him groan as he tried to bottom out. You were certain he’d never fit it all in but to your absolute surprise, he did.

His hips met yours and he stilled, groaning as he dropped his head into your chest. “Fuck,” you heard him curse, his voice muffled. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groaned. You felt him give a tentative thrust, as if to make sure his cock was fully buried in your pussy.

“So f-full,” you stammered, the tears flowing freely now. “So big,” you added. Yunho lifted his head and cupped your cheek tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Feels good?” he asked and you nodded quickly. “Feels s-so good,” you moaned.

“So fucking good.”

Yunho chuckled, his breath fanning over your skin as you felt him start to retract slowly before snapping his hips forward and filling you in one thrust. You gasped out at the feeling. “Does it hurt?” he asked suddenly, stopping. You shook your head. “N-no. Feels so good,” you answered. “Keep going, please.”

Yunho pulled back and thrust into you again, setting a slow, heavy rhythm. Your walls constricted, trying to keep him from pulling out and sucking him back in with ease. Moans and mumbles slipped from your lips as he moved. You looked up, meeting his intense gaze.

“God,” he groaned as his hips stuttered for a moment before he was pounding into you, one hand holding your thigh open, the other keeping him from collapsing onto you. “Fuck!” he swore, eyes fluttering shut as he continued to thrust, his hips meeting yours.

You could feel him deeper than anyone had ever been, moaning with each thrust.

“So small and yet you take me so well,” Yunho groaned. “Like you were made for me.” You whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Does it feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Do you like how good my cock feels inside you?”

You nodded wordlessly, moans slipping out instead of words. “Oh shit, do you see that, little one?” he asked, his eyes now glancing down at your stomach. You raised your head to see what he was looking at. You could see a slight bulge every time he thrust into you. “It almost doesn’t fit,” Yunho said with a smug tone.

“My cock is almost too big for you, kitten.”

You moaned as he took your hand, placing it over the spot halfway between your navel and sex. You moaned, feeling the tip nudge against your hand. Yunho groaned, pushing your palm down as he thrusted into you. You moaned loudly.

“Fuck, you sound so good, baby,” he murmured, hips slowing as he pushed himself up. You groaned as he grabbed your waist, pulling you up so your ass was resting on his thighs as he thrust further into you. “Hng! Yunho!” you gasped as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Oh shit,” he cursed. You felt him pull out entirely, making you whine at the empty feeling. Yunho rolled you onto your stomach, grabbing one of the pillows to put under your hips, propping you up for him as he re-entered you from behind. You moaned into the blankets as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix.

“That’s it, baby,” Yunho groaned, holding your hips in place as he pulled out, snapping forward and filling you with one stroke. He set a much faster, more unrelenting pace, thrusting into you to a beat only he knew. You grabbed onto the blankets, trying to ground yourself against the power of his movements as he pounded into you, the sound of skin against skin drowning out the crackling of the fire and your whimpers.

“Yuh-Yu-Yunho,” you moaned, walls clenching repeatedly around his cock and pushing both of you closer and closer to the edge. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever existed,” you heard him growl. “So you know you’re mine and mine alone.”

“M’gonna make you scream my name, baby,” he added, leaning over your back, one hand moving around to grab your throat firmly. You moaned, walls squeezing around him as your orgasm washed over you without warning. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it kitten. Cum on this cock like a good girl.”

Yunho continued to fuck you through your orgasm, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined as he continued to thrust into you, keeping a firm grip on your throat. “You gonna cum again?” he murmured in your ear. “Y-yes,” you whimpered, walls already fluttering around Yunho’s cock, gripping him tightly.

“Gonna let me fill this sweet little cunt?” he asked in your ear, giving you a hard thrust. “Y-yes, daddy,” you whined. Yunho let out a growl. “Daddy, huh?” he asked, rolling his hips and making your eyes roll back. “That’s a new one,” he continued. “Alright, baby. We can go with that.” 

“You like it when daddy fucks you from behind?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes daddy,” you repeated. “Say it,” Yunho growled, pounding into you, burying himself to the hilt and making you squeal. “I like it!” you cried out. “Say it. All of it,” Yunho repeated, pounding into you once more. “Yes, I like it!” you almost screamed. “I like it when you fuck me from behind, daddy!”

You felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper as his cock pistoned in and out of you, making your eyes roll back again, stars filling your vision. “That’s right, baby,” he growled against your skin. “This pussy is mine. You’re mine.” You nodded wordlessly but that wasn’t enough for Yunho.

“Say it.” he ordered. “I’m yours, daddy,” you answered.

“And who does this pussy belong to?”

“It’s y-yours, daddy,” you choked out, tears flowing freely and streaming down your cheeks.

“Good girl,” Yunho groaned. “Oh fuck, you’re such a good girl. You’re my good little girl, aren’t you?” he moaned. Your second orgasm was approaching, your cunt convulsing around Yunho’s cock as his thrusts grew more erratic and sloppy. The sound of his cock thrusting into you was audible over the crackling of the fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you heard him curse. “M’gonna cum,” he warned you. “Where you want it, angel?” he whispered. “I-inside me, daddy, please,” you moaned. “Please cum inside me!” Yunho let out a low growl, hips slapping against your ass with renewed eagerness, groaning into your ear as he came, filling your cunt with his release.

You felt more and more of it pump into you, filling you almost to the brim as he continued to fuck his cum into you. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, god, I love you,” he whispered as he continued to thrust, his movements slowing. “I love you so much,” he continued. “Tell me you love me, too, please,” he murmured against your shoulder.

“I love you, too,” you moaned as he finally stilled, burying his cock deep inside your walls with a huff.

The only sound other than your ragged breathing was the crackling of the fire as you both came down from your respective highs. You didn’t dare move until Yunho did and for a while, you were certain he’d fallen asleep on top of you until he finally shifted.

He pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, grimacing as some of his release spilled out of you, running down the insides of your thighs. “Don’t move,” he instructed and got up, grabbing his underwear and pulling it on before walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a towel.

You heard the water run briefly before he returned, wiping the insides of your thighs and carefully wiping your skin clean of his cum. “Are you okay?” he asked as he helped you roll over onto your back. “I’m great,” you said, your voice almost far off, a dazed expression on your face.

Yunho chuckled as he continued to wipe you down before grabbing your shirt and helping you into it.

Once he was certain you were clean, he tossed the used towel onto the coffee table and laid down next to you. “Did you mean it?” you asked finally as he pulled a blanket over the two of you and pulled you into his arms. “Mean what?” he asked, watching as you turned in his hold to look at him.

“When you said you love me?”

Yunho’s expression softened and he pressed his lips against yours tenderly. “Of course,” he answered. “I do love you. It’s always been you, Y/N. I only want you,” he continued. You snuggled against him, listening to his heart beating in his chest. “Did you mean it?” he asked after a moment and you nodded immediately. “Mhm, I’ve loved you for a long time, Yunho,” you replied.

“For me, you’ve always been it.”

You pulled back to look up at him. Yunho’s lips spread into a grin before kissing you again, a bit more passionately. “Yumi isn’t going to like this,” he added softly. You shrugged, no longer caring now that you knew your feelings were reciprocated. “I think she’d rather us be happy,” you said softly.

“We’ll just have to break it to her easily. We were both stupid and in love,” Yunho replied. Your eyes fluttered shut as you started to drift off.

When you awoke it was to the slam of a distant door. You opened your eyes slowly, bright light pouring into the room. You were still lying in Yunho’s arms on the floor in front of the fireplace. You relaxed as Yunho snored softly. The next moment the front door opened and your eyes snapped open.

Before you could scramble away from Yunho who was starting to stir, you heard an all too familiar voice.

“What the hell is all this?” Yumi shouted. You sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes as you looked up at your best friend who was glaring down at the two of you. Yunho pushed himself up. “We can explain,” he said quickly. Yumi narrowed her eyes before her expression softened.

“Oh you don’t need to explain,” she said, chuckling. 

“I’ve known for years that the two of you were hot for each other. Just waited for it to come out.”

You turned to look at Yunho who looked just as stunned as you.

“Just do me a favor,” Yumi added, making the two of you look at her.

“Keep the fucking to a minimum, or just keep it down,” she asked.

“I forgot to buy earbuds.”

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Student teacher!Abby Headcannons

Part 1, Part 2

tags / cw: AFAB reader, reader has a sister, fluff, making out, swearing, smut, mentions of tribbing, mentions of oral sex, mentions of fingering, carnival date, student teacher!Abby

Student teacher!Abby who spends the next fortnight absolutely enthralled with the image of you - butterflies in her stomach that she had met you once, and storm clouds over her head that she had met you once. God, how the fuck could she forget to ask for your number like that? I mean what was she, some shy middle schooler confronting her crush??

…Pretty much.

Student teacher!Abby who tries her hardest to keep on teaching despite the fact, distracting herself with making activities for each science class and staying later than usual to mark books each day. But Abby who, upon noticing the students trail out of the class as the main teacher packs up, realises she had once again stayed until pickup, could now only think of you, and of how the two of you had met.

Student teacher!Abby who realises that this is how you two met, and holy shit this is how you two could need again. And just like that, 2 weeks of distracting herself break down, you now on the forefront of her mind once more. And she thanks whatever god is up there that your little sister happens to be the student she is closest and talks with the most, because trying to find her solely to ask when you may be picking her up again will hopefully seem less suspicious and fruity than she thought.

Student teacher!Abby who wastes no time darting out of the building and to the cul-de-sac next to the school - work be damned - as she tries to find your little sister. If she’s fast enough, she’ll be able to catch her before she gets picked up by her dad.

Student teacher!Abby who freezes when she notices what car the girl gets into, belonging not to some random middle aged man, but a woman - you. And initially, Abby contemplates turning around and heading back into the classroom before anyone sees her. But then she watches as your head turns in her direction, following where your sister is now pointing at, and she has no choice now but to walk up to your car and talk to you both.

Student teacher!Abby who walks up to the drivers side while calling out your name and is met with a shocked but seemingly happy look from you (and on your end, you’re just all giddy that your sister’s smoking hot teacher remembered you)

Student teacher!Abby who doesn’t know what to say after finally meeting you again and groans internally because fuck, she didn’t think this far, trying to save herself by engaging in small talk - the traffic, how your sister is going on class, the goddamn weather even-

“-A Date”

“…..what?”

“We-” you clear your throat.

“We should go on a date, Abby”

Student teacher!Abby who agrees entirely too fast (much to your amusement) thankful that you interrupted her with your proposition. But then she realises that you hasn’t decided on where and when. Nervously, her eyes flit around for any ideas - because there’s no fucking way she’s taking you on a boring coffee date - and she noticed the Ferris wheel in the distance, about 7 blocks away.

Student teacher!Abby who asks if you like carnivals, to which you let out a breathy laugh at what she’s insinuating before nodding. She leans over the side of your car, resting her arms against the roof while smiling.

“Uh, is Saturday good for you?”

“Mhm. I can meet you there at around 6”

“You got it, babygirl”

Student teacher!Abby who smirks at the reaction that gets out of you as she stands back to let you drive out, noticing your sister giving her a thumbs up from the backseat (that makes her laugh) and once you’re a ways away she drops the whole “cool” facade and panics because holyshitshejustscoredadatewithyou.

Student teacher!Abby who spends the rest of the week thinking about what she’ll wear and say and what the both of you will do at the carnival.

Student teacher!Abby who keeps bugging your sister during recess on your favourite food and favourite stuffed animals in the hopes that she can win you those prizes, to the point where the poor first grader gets so fed up that she rolls her eyes at her teacher’s antics.

“I heard my sister say to her friend that she’s ‘really gay’ for you or something. I dunno what that means but I don’t think you need to worry that much, Miss Abby”

Student teacher!Abby who chokes on her coffee at that.

Student teacher!Abby who waits for you at the carnival entrance, checking the time every other second and nervously shifting her stance until you arrive. And when you do, it takes a moment for Abby to remember how to breathe because of how beautiful you look.

Student teacher!Abby who makes a joke about how you got all dressed up for her and you playfully push her away while laughing as the two of you walk into the carnival grounds.

Student teacher!Abby who takes you to the food stands first, asking what you want to eat & drink before buying it for you - there’s no way she’d let you pay for anything tonight and she makes that quite clear, much to your protest.

Student teacher!Abby who find you both a spot to sit down at before setting down your food and locking eyes with you from across the table.

“Nice view?” She jokes.

“Yea, actually” Abby lets out a huff of laughter before shaking her head. You join in before repeating what you said.

“I’m serious! Abby you’re like, really pretty”

“Yea well, your sister already told me you thought that”

Student teacher!Abby who breaks down into an even bigger fit of laughter as she watches your face turn into one of shock and embarrassment as you promise that your sister won’t ever see the light of day again.

Student teacher!Abby who really enjoys talking to you as you both eat, hanging onto every little thing you say. You share that your sister is actually adopted, and that you moved to this city only a couple years ago, and she shares that her full name is actually Abigail, and that she wants to teach in a high school later on.

Student teacher!Abby who keeps on talking with you long after the food has been eaten, until you both agree to check out all the rides and games.

Student teacher!Abby who lets you drag her to the high striker game, where you have to hit the hammer down as hard as you can to win the prize. She lets you go first, and watches as the puck makes it fairly high up the tower before falling again, winning you a small rubber duck.

Student teacher!Abby who goes right after you, hitting the hammer down hard. But this time the puck rises all the way to the top, winning her the biggest prize. She looks at the staff member who stares at her incredulously before handing over the giant stuffed teddy bear.

Student teacher!Abby who immediately gives it to you, promising that this is only just the first thing she’ll win you.

Student teacher!Abby who plays almost every other game and goes on all the rides with you that night, and walks out of the carnival with you while you’re holding the largest stuffed animal collection on earth.

Student teacher!Abby who follows you to your car and helps put all of the stuffed animals in the trunk. And holy shit, she tries not to stare at your ass as you bend over to place them inside. She helps you close the door before leaning against the car, looking at you in thought.

Student teacher!Abby who doesn’t speak at first, the only noises being from the carnival and the crickets chirping in the car park. She traces your features with her eyes - still adjusting to the dark night compared to the bright lights of the carnival - before asking softly if you had fun.

Student teacher!Abby whose gaze sinks down from your eyes, lower, lower, as you match her tone and say that yes, you did, and that you’d love to do this again.

Student teacher!Abby who is too busy glancing at your lips to realise that you’re doing the exact same thing, until you whisper a soft “c’mere” as you pull her by her shirt and kiss her hard, lips moving in tandem with eachother as her hands trail up and down your back, drawing small noises out of you.

Student teacher!Abby who pins you against your car and pulls away to take a breath, before kissing you once more.

Student teacher!Abby who groans as she feels you tugging lightly on her braid, moving her kisses down your jawline and to your throat. And in between every kiss and suck and mark she leaves there, she asks lowly, her place? Or yours?

Student teacher!Abby who can’t for the life of her keep her hands off of you as she drives your car to her apartment, pinning you to the car, and the elevator, and her front door as you make your way in. And when you pin her to the wall of her hallway, she lets out a surprised gasp into your mouth before telling you to jump up.

Student teacher!Abby who waits until your legs are wrapped around her waist until moving her hands to your ass and walking to her bedroom. And maybe she was a little rough when she slammed her door shut and threw you on her bed, but Jesus Christ did it you on.

Student teacher!Abby who made sure you came so many times that night, until you couldn’t feel your legs afterwards. Making sure that you would remember how her tongue and fingers felt in you, against you, on you.

Student teacher!Abby who let you take the lead after she had her way with you, letting you touch her just as much. And the sight of you, all beautifully fucked out and breathy as you rubbed your clit on hers, would now be forever imprinted on her brain.

Student teacher!Abby who made sure to clean you both up afterwards, and then pull you on top of her to sleep. Well, not before sleepily making out with you again, but cmon, it’s not like she could resist.

Student teacher!Abby who wakes up before you, watching how the early days of sunshine scatter across your face. She traces circles on your naked back until you wake up. Groggily, you regain your bearings and remember where you are as you look at Abby and smile

And finally,

Student teacher!Abby who thanks the fucking lord that she got moved to the elementary school to teach.

[lettersofgold]

-> it’s nice to have a friend — jude bellingham  

genre: fluff | warnings: drinking

word count: 3.9K

it’s nice to have a friend by taylor swift

You weren’t superstitious but you never changed the wallpaper on your phone  -  it was of the two of you. It was a rare occurrence that you and Jude were sitting still, but when you weren’t, the two of you were joined at the hip. Jude was his dad’s shadow and you followed suit, always a few steps behind the Bellinghams. Your dad was one of the referees in the Sunday League Jude’s dad played in but, more importantly, a good friend of his so he didn’t mind the pitter-patter of an extra pair of feet following him as he warmed up. His wife thought it was nice for Jude to have someone his age to play with. It became customary to hear the two of you squealing and laughing. He found it adorable. It was hard to be upset when the two of you watched him like he was a hero. 

It's the same adorable thing that you found in the photo. You and Jude couldn't have been more than five, sitting side by side on the grass in ridiculously oversized football shirts. Jude’s hand was high in the air, waving to the camera with a megawatt smile, and you sat beside him, lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed in, mimicking the smug look Jude’s dad gave when he scored a goal. Jude’s dad would discreetly find you in the crowd when you came to a match, and you always made the meanest mug at him that you could. It would take all he had not to laugh at your tiny scowl. As the years passed, you became a staple in the Sunday league games. Everyone knew you by name, happy to entertain you and Jude,  letting the two of you bounce around the field before matches. And when the matches started, you were with Jude, bundled up and watching intently.  Your dad would be busy running the show, and his dad would be busy being the show. Jude’s parents weren’t sure who took that sweet photo of the two of you. But they kept it for years.  At some point, Jude gave that photo to keep, as you always joked you needed something with proof that you were friends when he became a star. That didn’t change nearly a decade later. 

You couldn’t remember a time not being around football, and when your father retired, your family found themselves settled near the Bellinghams. Your entire elementary school experience was a blur, but the highlights of walking home with Jude were clear in your memory when you thought of your best days as a kid. The after-school walks were your favorite part of the day, even on the days when the cold made you feel like you were a walking popsicle. Jude always listened as you rambled on about all the things you learned and how you were excited to have finally been on the winning kickball team. 

“Shoot!” You murmured. 

“What?” Jude asked, watching you rummage through your backpack. 

“I lost my gloves,” you were freezing. Without a second thought, Jude offered one of his. 

And later that night, when his mom was fussing at him about not keeping his stuff organized and together, his response had her taken aback. He explained how cold you were and how he had given you his other glove so that you could make it home without being too cold. She smiled at her husband as she recounted the story, saying it was the cutest thing, how adorable the friendship had become. She kept an eye on the two of you, noticing how you two naturally gravitated to each other. It continued into the preteen years; the two of you played on the same kids league teams. Jude always had your back - he made a point of getting revenge on any player who tried to bash you because you were a few inches smaller. He always searched for you if the crowd became too big and always asked his mom if you could tag along to any post-game activity. When middle school came, the two of you saw each other a bit less. Jude had become fully engrossed in football  and you in your various sports. And still, you two rode home - the ride being you talking and Jude listening, nodding, hanging on to every word. 

“Wanna hang out?” Jude would ask when it finally came for the two of you to depart ways. The answer was always yes, there wasn't enough time in the world for you to hang out with Jude. He was your best friend, and you were his.

“Sure, sounds like fun. We can watch old matches,” you responded. His eyes beamed with pride as you sat on the living room floor, watching highlights of England’s matches. It was electrifying each time you watched. His mom had to be tired of hearing it. Still, she never said a word about the two of you rewinding the goals  - listening to the crowd's roar probably a hundred times and warning you not to knock over any decorations  that sat neatly atop the entertainment center as you mimicked the iconic celebrations. It got to the point where the night felt empty without the two of you replaying the match before your parents called you home. 

As the years passed on and you two found yourself in high school, seeing each other less and less, you found your friendship stayed vital to sitting up on the roof of your house watching the sunset. Through your awkward teenage years, Jude had been by your side. He was your shoulder to cry on when your first crush didn’t ask you out as you had hoped. He wrapped you in his arms and told you that it was all going to work out. And it did. Your crush was soon forgotten as you prepared to go to a college preparatory school across town.  You transferred schools over the summer and dove head-first into all the academic clubs that your schedule allowed. Your parents wanted you to focus on your academic career, and you wanted to go to university in the U.S. He was there for you when you failed your first test and reassured you that you would ace the next one - offering to let you study with him so you wouldn’t feel alone. They had high hopes for you and weren’t afraid to voice them. Jude, on the other hand, was all sports all year round, and when he wasn’t training, he was hanging around your house as you tried to make sense of it all. He was the person who could get you to slow down. He took you around town to get food at your favorite place before bringing you home to sit on the roof. Most of the time, you sat in silence, letting the bustle of the neighborhood fill the air as songs played out on Jude’s phone. 

“Twenty questions?” Jude always asked. It was his way of saying he needed to talk. The sky swirled with pink, and the air had grown chilly. The coolness of the air had you pressed against Jude’s side, leaning in a bit closer to tease him about his vague answers. He had a habit of talking but saying nothing at all. 

“Gonna tell the truth?” You laughed, and he followed as he bumped your shoulder. And he did tell the truth. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, unsure of where to go next, and most of all, he missed having you in his classes. He missed being able to laugh with you in the hallway or the stolen looks when the teacher made a ridiculous comment. The thought of him missing you made you blush, but you didn’t overthink it; he was your best friend. Jude’s athletic abilities were becoming more evident to his dad, his coach, and even to the scouts that were coming to see him play soon. It was the most Jude had said to you in months. He usually kept his cool, but you could see the burden all over his face. The air of coolness that Jude had vanished as he spoke to you - telling you about all the academies that were sending him letters, telling him that their training ground was the best place for him to be. He wasn’t sure football would be his whole life, but everyone had seen it clearly before he did. It was making him doubt what path was the best to take. 

“Been so stressed out…” He sighed, laying his hooded head on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, me too. You aren’t alone in this,” you assured. 

You unwrapped your arms from your knees, and as soon as your hand was free, Jude snaked his long fingers between yours. And the warmth of his hand rushed through your whole body. As the next song filled the air, you felt yourself pulling him closer - reminiscing of him holding your hand and pulling you through the football field. You were also confident he knew where he was going and would never steer you wrong. That feeling flooded you as you held his hand in yours. You were convinced that despite what was coming, he had your back.  Birthdays and boyfriends came and went. ACTs and SATs filled your summer, while football filled his. You were focused on getting a scholarship to get to your dream college. But monthly dinners with the Bellinghams stayed the same. Up on the roof with Jude, you laughed and dreamed of all the things you could be. Up on the rooftop was where he decided what team he would play football at - hundreds of miles from where you would go to school in the United States. The number of tears you cried on graduation day would have been embarrassing if it wasn't for Jude squeezing your hand and reassuring you that things would be okay, slinging an arm around your neck, and pulling you close just as he always did. And things were more than okay - despite being miles away, you two grew closer than ever before. 

He watched with care as you blossomed in college, smiling at each set of photos you texted him, laughing at the voice memos you sent ranting about the assignments you had due or the parking tickets you somehow accumulated while being in lecture. He always answered the phone when you called, loving to see you bundled up in a hoodie in the library, constantly reminding you to text him when you made it back to your dorm safely. You frequently texted him blurry photos of your TV whenever he appeared during matches - for a while, you lovingly referred to him as a gum guy; you never saw him without a piece of gum. He was there for each Facetime call during your drunken nights in an Uber back to your place, listening to you ramble on and on about whatever guy you had been seeing. None of them measured up to you, he always told you that, but he never made you feel bad. Just warned you to be careful. 

No matter how careful you were, you fell for a guy sophomore year, and he unquestionably broke your heart. To Jude, the details didn’t matter - the douche was not worth the details. He wanted more than anything to do what he always did, which was to wrap his arms around you and remind you that things would be fine.  He had never felt so helpless. He reached out to Trent. A guy on the national team he trusted to give him advice. Trent was stunned when Jude laid it all out to him. 

“This sounds like a movie, like a cliche movie,” Trent laughed. Jude chuckled, but he still felt uneasy. 

“She’s my best friend, and uh, yeah, this guy broke her heart,” Jude mumbled. 

“Just remind her of who she is, man. She sounds like she’s got her head on straight. Heartbreak will have you feeling like everything you’ve ever known was a lie. If you stay in her corner - everything will be fine.”  Jude nodded, taking it all in. Before he got up to give you a call to check in on you, Trent grabbed his arm and gave him advice that left him reeling. “And if you love her, you should tell her.”

Jude took the advice tenfold and was fully invested in your friendship. But could never bring himself to utter those dangerous three words. He helped you make sense of all your internship prospects,  pretending to be an interviewer when you needed to practice or letting you recite your speech to him repeatedly, even after matches, even when he was tired and needed to be up in the morning for a flight. He gave you morning pep talks for your finals and voice memos, telling you that no one was more fit for the internship you were applying for. 

“I wish you could come to El Clasico. It's going to be insane,” he admitted late one night. But it was selfish of him to believe that it could work out. You had far more on your plate than he did. You were halfway across the world, days away from starting an internship while balancing classes. 

“I do, too,” you mumbled, trying to hide the smile that dared to spread across your face. 

When you made it to Lluis Companys Olympic Stadium., you called Jude’s dad so many times you were sure he would be annoyed when he figured out where you were in the stadium. You managed to get lost, and trying to avoid being spotted by Jude didn’t help, but when you heard his voice booming through the suite halls, everything felt normal. You felt five years old all over again.

“Let me get a look at ya, c’mere girl!” His dad had engulfed you in a hug before you could even take a proper look at him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and eyed you carefully. A smile reached his eyes, and you felt tiny under his gaze. He was always an authoritative figure, a second dad - you were hoping he was proud of all that you had done. 

“It’s like looking at your mother, a spitting image. ” He laughed. 

“She says hi. So does my dad. He said he’s starting to forgive Jude for choosing Real, kinda.”  That comment earned a hearty laugh from Peter. He urged you to follow, turning to say his two cents about your dad. 

“Jude could play for anyone, and your dad would be unhappy. He just loves Liverpool so much.” This was true. You and Jude were like two peas in a pod, and his dad and your dad were the same. Your family was his family. You guys always had each other's backs. Nestled in a suite with his family while watching Jude play in El Clasico was surreal. When Jude scored, the crowd celebrated with him. You were sure your voice would be gone by the end of the match if tears didn’t come first. 

After the game, walking through the stadium took your breath away and put into perspective how far Jude had come in such a short time. You found yourself in awe of the field: it still elicited the goosebumps you had as a child, knowing that your best friend had his dreams realized. You looked to his dad for confirmation that you could hop onto the pitch. He gave you a thumbs up as he called Jude to see how long he would be. You had purposely ignored his messages the past two days, and you were sure he was panicking a bit. You made sure to flash your pass to security before entering the pitch. You spun around slowly, taking in all the seats that people slowly left - you remembered the last match you ever watched in person. It was with Jude and his, going to watch Birmingham play before he signed for them. Seeing nearly 56,000 people cheering on Jude today made a lump in your throat, and you willed yourself not to cry. It was a difficult task. 

“I know you're going to celebrate, but hurry. I just need to talk to you," His dad said through his phone. Jude had no clue. 

When he walked to the pitch, he almost didn’t notice - his head was in his phone, and ironically, texting you, asking if you were okay.  

“So what’s a girl gotta do to get a free jersey?” You teased, crossing your arms and giving a faux-angry look.

That hearty laugh and boyish smile sent you a feeling through your stomach you knew all too well: it was him all along. He nearly trampled you, running up to hug you. His laugh echoed through the area as he spoke.

“I can’t believe you! How did you find the time for this? You start an internship  in a few days?”

“I always have time for you, Jude. I couldn’t miss a match as amazing as this,” You paused, realizing how that had sounded as soon as it left your mouth. “I mean El Clasico? This was the best match I’ve ever seen. ” You pivoted, trying to make light of it all. You two talked about how you hid your travel plans and were helped by his dad. He was stunned but eager to show you around, replaying all the little things that happened on the pitch. 

After the ensuing celebrations, you sat on the bed in your suite. Jude, who was just as tipsy as you, insisted he return with you in your hotel room and even declined the post-match club hop from his friends. The two of you found a nice restaurant and changed into more formal clothes. You sat, laughed, talked, and ate the most delicious food until the waitress informed you that the restaurant was closing. The two of you walked hand in hand back to your hotel room until you felt like your feet could no longer handle the arch of your heels. Hopping on Jude’s back seemed silly, but he insisted. With your arms loosely around his shoulders and legs crossed against his abdomen, his hands on your bare skin made you stir crazy. You didn’t realize how touch-starved you were, how much Jude’s touch made you feel at ease, or how you wanted more. The jersey he got you sat on your lap, and you traced his gold number gingerly, unable to believe all that had happened over the years. Jude was changing in the bathroom, his voice deep as he talked about the match. He peaked around the corner, taking you in, and you smiled in return. You weren’t quite ready to end the night despite the tiredness you felt in your bones; the feeling of your bed was tempting. 

“Want another drink?” You called out to Jude, moving over to the mini bar. 

“I never say no to a drink,” he mumbled, walking up behind you. 

By the time you finished making the pair of cocktails, you had to abandon your heels - grabbing Jude’s hand to steady yourself. The release of the pressure caused you to moan, and you chose to ignore Jude, clearing his throat and stepping away from you.

Curled up against the headboard and drink in hand, you listened to Jude talk about how his favorite moments that led him here. Being this close to him made you appreciate the strength of your friendship. You would never be able to adequately explain how proud you were of him, how much you adored him. The crinkle of his eyes as he laughed and his boyish smile all brought on a set of feelings that made you realize how you loved him. You were staring at his at this point, no doubt. But you didn’t care. These moments were few and far between, and with adult life coming soon, you knew this would be just a memory one day.  Jude turned to you, scanning your face before finding your eyes. Jude had kept an eye on you all night. It was hard to put his focus on anything else. Watching you interact with his friends, his teammates, and his dad - who dragged you around as if you were his daughter - only solidified how much he wanted you to continue to be in his life, how he wanted to put you first, how he wanted to show you off as his, without having to explain that you were just friends. Of course, he loved you as a friend. It was nice to have a friend, but god, he wanted you so much more than that. 

“I couldn’t have done this without you, ya know.” He admitted. You chuckled lightly and failed at resisting the eye roll. 

“Your drunk, babe,” you muttered sarcastically. 

You noticed how much he immediately broke eye contact after you called him babe, and you wondered if you had made a mistake until he continued. 

“Uh, no, uh, I mean it. You have always had my back.” 

“And you’ve always had mine. It’s what we do, Jude.” 

“I know. I just mean there are very few people in this world who would fully understand what my life has been like. You call my bluff and don’t care about the fame. With all the pressure, you reminded me it’s all worth it. You reminded me this is what we always dreamed of.”

You took the rest of your cocktail to the head, and Jude put the glass on the side table, moving closer to you. 

“And when I think of the things I’ve wanted, you’ve always been in that picture. Along with all the stress that this life brings, you’ve been the one who hasn’t blinked twice about the difficulty of it all.” He admitted. 

“Jude-” was all you could dumbly say. You knew what he meant. You knew, and you felt it, but you could not voice it. But you felt compelled to be closer to him, cupping a hand behind his neck before sitting on your calves in front of him. You searched his eyes for a moment, and you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. Mixed with the liquor, that feeling made you want more than simply being his best friend. It made you want to show him how much you adored him. You don’t know how long you sat in front of him, but when he finally connected his lips to yours, you were thankful that you weren’t standing. The taste of him was more than you had ever hoped; kissing him felt like you had found a missing piece of your heart. That piece you had looked for in every man before. His lips were so soft against yours, and his kiss was so slow you found yourself unable to fathom how you had gone your whole life without it. You wrapped your hands around his neck with a tighter grip, your thumb tracing up his Adam's apple slowly, softly. You had touched him so many times, but this time was different. It wasn’t with roughness or playfulness, now, it was gentle and eager. He pulled you into his lap, and for a moment, you thought he would pull away for air, but he didn’t, simply wrapping an arm around your waist. The passion behind his touch was evident, and when he finally pulled away, you were out of breath. 

“Jude, I’m only here for two days-”

“Doesn’t matter. We can stay in bed for the whole weekend, and I don’t care. You feel like home to me, and I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

tags: @fallinforerling @808heartz

[bratzforchris]

Can you do dad headcanons for Nick? (Obviously not female reader I was thinking adoption or something)

Or uncle headcanons for any of them!

-🎀

Dad Life

Dad!Nick headcanons because this fandom is SEVERELY lacking dad!Nick content :) There are two parts here: one of dad!Nick to younger kids, and one of dad!Nick to older kids because I feel like he would be the type of person to foster/adopt teens. No warnings!

Dad!Nick with younger kids ♡

☆ when nick decides that he wants to have kids, he genuinely does so much research and makes a well informed decision!

☆ whether through adoption or a surrogate mother (remember, there are different ways people can have kids <3), he is genuinely so excited to meet his baby and falls in love with them immediately

☆ the "newborn scrunch" his baby does on his chest the first time would definitely make nick cry

☆ matt and chris are always willing to help out during the first few months of the baby being home

☆ "oh my god, how did your blowout get through your onesie?"

"welcome to fatherhood, man"

☆ once he gets the hang of it, nick is genuinely the baby whisperer. whenever baby sturniolo wakes up in the middle of the crying, all it takes is some funny faces and an ariana grande lullaby in the rocking chair to get them right back to sleep

☆ nick leans more towards girl dad, but he would be happy and love his child any way <3

☆ even when the terrible toddler phase comes along, he always keeps his cool and makes it a point to never shout/get overly angry, which is a large contrast to his youtube days

☆ genuinely one of those dads who is always doing cute little handprint crafts with his baby

☆ "i'll give you a dollar if you tell your uncle chris he has a big forehead"

☆ nick's kid(s) know how to stand up for themselves. their daddy teaches them to always be kind, but not let people walk all over you. no one is bullying them off the swings

☆ he loves to play pretend with his kids because he usually ends up laughing too. pirates, princesses, you name it

☆ "daddy! i'm a princess locked in a class, save me!"

"weren't you just a ninja, honey?"

☆ running after his kids is 100% a full time job, because they take after their daddy with sassy mouths and chaotic behavior

☆ on a serious note, nick never shies away from hard conversations. he's always honest and explains everything as best as he can to his babies

Dad!Nick with older kids ♡

☆ nick gives off foster/adopt for teens, mostly because he knows teens can feel excluded since a lot of people want babies, and that's just unacceptable

☆ he's actually so accepting of all the kids that come into his home, no matter what

☆ he makes sure they have everything they need to feel confident, because he knows how hard high school can be

☆ always makes sure they get their driver's license if they want, have a working cell phone, and have money to go out with friends

☆ "dad, this guy broke up with me because i 'wear too much makeup'"

"honey, looking like THAT...he should be trying to learn from you"

☆ as much as he tries not to be, he's the parent that cries ar every homecoming, prom, graduation, etc

☆ definitely lets his teens have their style (within reason). he'd definitely be okay with fun hair colors and certain piercings

☆ nick loves to be of homework help where he can. it's an easy in to get his teens talking to him about how they feel

☆ overall, nick is just genuinely the best dad anyone could ever ask for, no matter how old his kids are <3

tags ♡: @aemrsy @jake-and-johnnies-slut @mattsfavwh3re @suyqa @chrissturnswife @mbsbaby @herxyz @ilovejohnnieg @lovingchrissposts @caffeinatedscorpio @bunny-cotton @emmagirouard @athaliahxoxo @bitchydragonparadise @dumpling-to-eat @ilydeaky @soggyslugg169 @not-phone-guy @books0fever @stingerayyy2 @strnlvr @sunsetsturniolos @mimi-luvzyu @mayhem-72 @faygo-frog @oobleoob @idek3000hi @runasvengence

note ♡: if you'd like to be added to my tag list, click here <3

[myosotisa]

there are bones in my closet - s.h.

Steve Harrington x Reader

‖  summary: You can't control what your scars have done to you, but you can control what you're going to do about it and who you're going to trust with them.

‖  tags: hurt/comfort, post season 4 volume 2. contains content referring to anxiety, depression, ptsd, unresolved trauma, and their symptoms. you comforting Steve and Steve comforting you. written all in one sitting and unedited, so sorry if there are mistakes. i'll go back and fix them at some point.

‖  word count: 3.8k

You both had scars; seen and unseen.

Some of his were physical. Puckered pink and tight scar tissue on either side of his torso, a smaller section on one shoulder. A straight, light line of discoloration across his throat. The special glasses he had to wear and the pills he had to take to keep the migraines at bay.

The rest were less obvious. A tensing of his shoulders whenever something flew by him and he wasn’t expecting it, even if it was as small as a bee. White knuckle grips, and sometimes a full body flinch, at the crack of thunder or flash of lightning. An uneasy feeling that led to irritability when he had to go outside while it was foggy. Wide, panicked eyes when he woke up in the middle of the night with a scream in his throat. His protective nature morphed, shifted, grew into something that could sometimes feel stifling. The anxiety that accompanied the fear behind the protection.

When you first got closer to Steve Harrington, it was easy for you to tell he had ghosts following him wherever he went. You knew because you had them too.

A tendency to jump or freeze at a loud noise or when someone raised their voice. Hints of subtle pain hiding behind your eyes around the holidays, your birthday, when people talked about their family and you forced a smile. How you could go from the life of the party, talking and laughing and helping everyone, and start to go quiet so quickly, sometimes entirely without warning. The way it wasn’t unusual for you to disappear for days at a time, no one knowing you were simply buried in your covers and unable to emerge. And sometimes, even when you were right next to him, right next to anyone, you would still feel so far away.

Steve was haunted by things that had long since died and you were too.

The first time you saw the signs in him was early April 1986.

You’d barely known him then. Both of you had known of each other in school but that was pretty much it – orbited different planets in the same solar system. When you met him again, or for the first time really, at the donation drive at the high school, he wasn’t at all what you remembered. King Steve was wearing a little name tag and folding shirts, pants, towels, and anything else set before him and then organizing it into piles just like one of your colleagues had asked him to.

Although pretty busy trying to wrangle a few other volunteers who seemed to have bitten off more than they could chew when it came to washing the bedding on the cots lining the gym, you couldn’t help but catch glimpses of him. How he had a heated but whispered argument with Robin Buckley from a year behind you, and then smiled like a proud father as she made peanut butter sandwiches. Turned into an absolute mother hen when a curly haired brunette walked by him with a limp, leaving his station to usher him over to a set of chairs and gave him what looked like a finger wag before ruffling the boy's curls. He only went back to folding when an older man, who you recognized as one of the people staying here, came and sat down next to the boy, waving Steve off with a shaky hand.

A few other preteens came by and talked to him, the only one you recognized being Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother Mike. He spoke with all of them with what could only be described as fond annoyance – like how you would talk to a younger sibling or a best friend. It intrigued you, for lack of a better word. An earthquake had shattered Hawkins and here was Steve Harrington: folding an endless number of fabrics that just kept growing, greeting anyone who tried to talk to him with a charming smile, and looking out for a select group of what appeared to be his friends.

After a particularly long conversation with two local moms, you noticed it. The smile was more forced, his responses less enthusiastic, shoulders rolling forward and eyes closing with a deep breath when he thought no one was looking at him.

He looked exhausted. The kind of tired sleeping can’t fix.

When another local came and chatted him up, carrying most of the conversation as Steve replied politely, and then clapped him on the back – he choked. A tightening of his chest, his neck, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a few coughs. The man looked worried, asking him if he was okay, if he had hurt him. Then brown eyes blinked open wide again and flickered around wildly. His shoulders started to fall and rise faster, a flush creeping up his neck.

Your bleeding heart cracked a bit more as you stepped inbetween the man and him.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” you glanced back at the man, who gave a hesitant shrug before making an escape, and you returned to the wild eyes of Steve. “Volunteer coordinator here, do you think you could come help me with something?”

There was water collecting in the corners of his eyes as they glanced from you to the room like he was looking for a way to escape. His voice was slightly hoarse when he tried to respond, “I… I, uh-”

Lightly pressing the tips of your fingers to the clenched fist of his hand, you lowered your voice as quietly as you could. “Just come with me.”

His eyes squeezed shut, a single errant tear sliding down his pink cheek, before he gave a stunted nod.

You could feel eyes on your back as you walked with him off of the floor and into the swinging door of the kitchen.

Struggling with the weight, you pulled open the heavy metal door to the walk in fridge and motioned him inside. He didn’t question it as he stepped in and you followed behind him.

The space was small but not claustrophobic, large wire shelves on either side as the heavy door softly closed behind you. Eyes searching, you landed on a long plank of what looked like frozen pork ribs.

“Hold this please,” was the only thing you said as you thrust it into his hands. His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion but he took the slab, the ice cold object ending up nestled into his chest. Perfect. “Thanks, now just wait here a minute,” you inched past him, both of you having to rotate in order for you to get past without touching each other, “I have to grab one more thing.”

You didn’t. You didn’t need the ribs either. But you opened up the faded white ice chest in the back of the walk in and started digging through it, looking for nothing. Your companion didn’t say a word in the enclosed space, but you could tell the cold was doing its job as his breathing started to slow down. After pretending to dig for another few minutes, you stood up straight again and let the lid fall closed before hopping up to sit on top of it.

Steve was standing there dutifully and holding the frozen meat close to him just as you’d asked. The flush rising up from his chest had been replaced with pink nose and cheeks from the cold, dry air, and his chest rose and fell at a more reasonable rate. The panic in his eyes had abated and the tears blinked away as his head slightly swiveled to look around the metal container you both were in.

“You can put the meat down now if you want.”

He startled a bit, gaze returning to you having not realized you were sitting there watching him. “I’m sorry?”

“I didn’t actually need your help,” you offered plainly, motioning to the pork he was basically hugging. “The cold helps the panic go away.”

His head drops to look over the plastic bundle in his arms. “The…? No, I wasn’t-”

“It’s okay, Steve. You don’t have to explain.”

A few moments passed as Steve’s grip on the meat shifted before he set it back on the shelf you had taken it from. Now free, his arms crossed over his chest and he shifted on his feet slightly. You took your own few moments to slow down, to breathe. To let the cold air recover you as much as it could before you had to go back out there.

Go back to grieving widows and broken families and people suddenly without homes or possessions. People crying, screaming, trying to make sense of something senseless. Some looking out for ways to help, some desperately seeking help no one could reasonably provide. You would keep going until your heart bled dry and then just a little farther, just to go back to your empty apartment and do it again the next day.

But it was what you could do. It was something you could do. A way you could help.

Rescuing Steve Harrington from having a panic attack in a crowded school gym was a way you could help even when you felt like you were falling apart at the seams.

His voice is gentle when he asks, “how did you know…?”

That he was panicking? That the cold would help? That he needed help?

“Guess when you know what it feels like, you know what it looks like.”

He seems to quietly consider your answer as he quietly considers you. Eyes searching, posture guarded, energy unsettled. You want to show a kind smile, open palms, telling him sweet words that will settle him, do the job that you’re supposed to be doing here.

But you’re so exhausted. The kind of tired sleeping can’t fix. And you just need a few more minutes before you put the act back on.

Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to have found it, because his arms fell from his chest, one lowering to rest on his hip as he leaned the opposite shoulder against the shelf beside him.

“Do you, uh, have any other tips and tricks?” He hesitantly asks, his gaze locked on your dirty sneakers.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

The first time he saw yours was early June 1986.

The two of you had spent a steadily increasing amount of time together as he continued to volunteer to help at the makeshift shelter and you continued coordinating. When it was possible, the two of you would end up on a station together and you’d get a few more clues into what exactly were the skeletons in Steve’s closet. Hushed conversations about a friend in the hospital, about a friend they’d lost, about one they’d gotten back. Stories like you heard every single time you worked, but these felt different. The more you watched, the more you saw the string that tied all of them together. How it wasn’t just Steve looking out for his people, but them looking out for him and each other too.

A group of people that made no sense to be together but bonded in a way that couldn’t have happened peacefully.

Sometimes he would be talking to one of them – one of the preteens, or Robin, or Nancy Wheeler, or Jonathan Byers, or Joyce Byers, or the newly revived Sheriff Hopper – and would nervously glance your way like they didn’t want you to hear. You pretended not to.

If you could have stopped listening, you would have. But you heard and processed everything around you whether you wanted to or not.

Regardless of some of the strange things that floated into your ears, you never said a word about it. Never talked about the scar on his neck, or the scars on his sides you had gotten peeks at when he reached for something up high. Never asked why sometimes his whole body would start to react as if he was in a life or death situation, never questioned what triggered those moments. Never mentioned that when you weren’t working together, you could feel his eyes on you like a hawk, like you were one of the people he looked out for now too.

Never admitted how terrified that made you.

In return, he never asked why you would suddenly disappear for an hour and re-emerge with frozen fingers. Never pressed when you told him you were fine even though you couldn’t say it convincingly. Never forced you to talk when you fell silent or made you feel like you had to act a certain way or fulfill a certain need for him.

He just needed someone. Someone who knew, but didn’t know. Who saw the weight, saw the string that wound tight to him and his friends, saw when the mask started to crack and needed to be whisked away from prying eyes, and didn’t ask to know anymore than that.

You needed someone too. Someone who knew, but didn’t know. Who could see past the performance, see when the shadows drew in tighter and started to choke you, see that you were trying so fucking hard all the time. You needed someone who would understand that you were going to fight tooth and nail against the idea of needing someone – a trapped animal lashing out at anyone who tried to get close because they didn’t know if they were going to set it free or make the killing blow.

You didn’t know Steve could be that person until he proved it.

The day had started off shit. You’d woken up in a haze and debated if this was one of the days that would make you bury your head in the sand and wait for the storm to pass. Your first mistake was deciding to get up and go back to work anyway.

Your second mistake was putting Butter Handy Andy on dish washing duty.

You’d been talking to Vickie McAdams about the supplies you all had available for making dinner tonight when a huge crash came from inside the kitchen. Completely unprepared for a sudden noise that loud, you couldn’t hold in the yelp, couldn’t mask the way your entire body tensed, couldn’t help the way you immediately stopped in the middle of your sentence. Frozen, heart stuttering an uneven rhythm in your chest, the contents of your stomach kicking up, and people were staring. People were staring. Everyone was looking at you and thinking there was something wrong with you and you’re weak and broken.

Sweet, sweet Vickie, with a concerned furrow to her brow and a calm smile, asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

It took 75% of what you had left to put the act back on.

“Yup, just spooked me a little.” You laughed and then she laughed and then it felt like you had saved it, fooled them, protected yourself. It felt like the eyes were off of you.

Well, all except 2.

Your third mistake was stepping in between two men who had started an argument by the missing persons board.

Already running on fumes, you really should’ve thrown in the towel an hour ago. But giving up wasn’t a skill of yours and all that awaited you at home was silence and skeletons, so you kept the engine running. The disagreement had started quietly but quickly escalated into a screaming match in front of everyone in the room. Having forgotten yourself, gotten lost in the role you were playing as a coordinator and a leader, you’d immediately approached and tried to talk them down. Neither paid any attention to you and more people were starting to gather, either to watch or concerned they needed to do something. A baby nearby started to wail and the murmur of the gathering people grew and all the noise continued to grow into a tidal wave that rushed in your ears.

One of the men raised a fist like he was going to throw a punch. You rocketed forward, putting yourself between them with your hands out to try to stop him. And you did – the forward motion of his fist stopped. But then his other hand fisted in the fabric of your shirt near the collar and he tossed you away like you were nothing. You stumbled and then fell, gasping out in pain and shock as your tailbone made contact with the shiny, wooden floor.

The crowd descended then; pulling the two men apart before either of them could come to harm. People rushed for you, throwing out questions of ‘are you hurt?’, ‘what were you thinking?’, ‘are you okay?’ as hands you didn’t know forced you back to your feet. There were so many eyes and so many questions and so many hands and everyone was so close and everything was so loud and you couldn’t see and you couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t move and you couldn’t talk.

You ran.

Pushed your way through the small circle of near strangers that had formed around you and settled into a run toward the swinging kitchen door. Through the door, past where Andy was still dropping pots and pans into soapy water without a care in the world, past the walk in fridge, and out the back doors. The sun was setting but the air was still hot and humid and choking you as you kept fucking running. You didn’t know if anyone followed you, you didn’t even try to look. You just listened to the frantic beat of your heart that told you to keep going or else it would be the end of you.

Your feet carried you to a familiar place that you hadn’t seen in a few years. You ran out of breath and had to stop just as you reached the bleachers along the mile track behind the school. They were coated in shades of orange, making the dusty track beyond them look even older as the sun carried down toward the horizon.

Despite your lungs and legs not being able to run any further, you were still thrumming with adrenaline, muscles tensed, chest tight, heart and mind racing out of control. You couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get back in control.

A hand lightly tapped your shoulder and you swung.

Steve Harrington dodged your fist like a man who had taken more than his fair share of punches.

“Woah, hey, just me,” he offered calmly, hands coming up in a surrender gesture. The wire rim glasses were a recent addition, only a month or so old. You’d overheard one of his friends joke that maybe if he had taken one less knock to the noggin he wouldn’t need them. Hurt eyes or not, they flickered over you, caught sight of the heaving of your chest, the blood shot eyes, how you panted out between your teeth and arched your back like a cornered animal.

You certainly sounded a bit like one as you barked, “What the fuck do you want, Steve?”

He instinctively stepped back at the venom in your tone, eyes widening slightly in surprise. His mouth opened, closed, opened, and said nothing. The fear in his eyes quickly abated and then his expression fell. Not into one of pity or worry, like you normally expected. No, Steve looked at you like someone who knew, but didn’t know. Someone who understood. And it broke you.

Denim covered knees hit dust as you fell on them hard enough to hurt. You didn’t feel it, the physical pain, too distracted by the agony of your bleeding heart cracking your chest wide open. A sob tore from your throat as you buried your face into your sweaty hands and shook with the force of your tears. Gasping in a few sharp gulps of air as the cries continued to force themselves out of your mouth.

Firm, warm arms circled your shoulders and forced you off your knees and onto your ass and thigh, legs off to one side as your upper body made contact with a solid chest. His grip around you was tight, almost bone crushing, and despite the way you thought it would trigger you more, it was grounding. Something solid, something real, something physical while everything else felt like sand running right through your fingers. Despite the unexpected comfort offered, your sobs continued.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair, barely audible due to your crying. “You’re safe.”

The word ‘safe’ made your bleeding heart shatter into pieces, another sharp wail leaving you as your nails started to dig into the skin of your face. Almost like he knew, Steve momentarily released one of his arms to force your hands away from your face and press them into his chest, encouraging your fingers to fist in his shirt instead. You obliged subconsciously, hands twisting in his loose t-shirt as you pressed your eyes into his shoulder instead. Satisfied, he returned both arms to his tight circle that held you pressed to him.

You don’t know how long you both sat there on the track behind Hawkins High School. Long enough for the automatic lights to flick on over the field and the sunset to dip into golden reds and purples as night crept closer. Long enough for your ass to fall asleep and for your crying to stop and for your breathing to return to normal and then even longer than that.

He didn’t pull away until you did, and even then it was with reluctance.

Making eye contact for the first time, you didn’t think before the words tumbled out of you. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he replied, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like his shirt wasn’t damp with your tears and he hadn’t followed you out here while you ran like your life depended on it.

Wanting to argue that you had plenty to be sorry for, instead you shifted gears to the part of you that desperately wanted to give some kind of excuse or a reason to what had just occurred. “I swear, I normally don’t-”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted you with a kind smile, one hand giving your knee a soft squeeze before returning to his own lap. “You don’t have to explain.”

The shattered bits of your heart that lay in the wasteland of your chest thumped once, twice.

“Thank you,” it came out of you as barely a whisper.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, eyes warm and gentle. “I’ve got you and you’ve got me.”

Thumped once, twice beneath the fear.

“I’ve got you and you’ve got me.”

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You're Good Together, Man

Anonymous request - Joey's friend comes to town, and everyone's shocked that Joey doesn't like her in a more than friend way. When Chandler gets nervous during a conversation and leaves upset, the reader follows him to see what's wrong.

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Walking up the stairs in the building I finally found the right apartment door knocking three times on the door until it opened, revealing Joey, my best friend. "Hey Joe, I finally made it."

"Hey y/n. I can’t believe you could come this weekend. Oh you've got to meet my friends across the hall." He told me closing the apartment door behind him.

Nodding my head, yes I followed him across the hallway. We entered the apartment seeing a few different people all hanging out on the couch. There was a blonde girl, another with black straight hair and finally a third girl with light brown hair. I saw there was one guy that was wearing a bright blue shirt but had similar hair to one of the girls meaning they were siblings. “Hey guys this is my friend Y/n from school.”

“Hey everybody.” I raised my hand with a smile.

The girl with dark black hair came over to me. “I’m Monica, so how do you two know each other?”

“We met when he was first looking for acting jobs. My father was holding auditions when we met. And this guy knows how to have fun watching movies and ordering pizza.” I shrugged my shoulders nudging Joey.

The girl with light brown hair came up and hugged me. “I’m Rachel. So Joey, have you two ever dated or anything?”

“Me and Y/n.” Joey started laughing.

Covering my mouth I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Joey and I had never considered being in a relationship together. Hitting my hands on my knees I was still laughing. “We would never work out. He’s like a brother to me. Always has been always will be.”

“Yeah. How you doin’ don’t work on her.” Joey replied with a cheeky smile.

The guy that was wearing a blue sweatshirt and sat on the couch spun around joking. “Was it because of your snoring or was it because you're crazy enough to not go out with your friend.”

“I’m not afraid of asking her out.” He replied to the other guy.

Clasping my hand together I sit down at the table. The last guy that looked like Monica came over to me suggesting a nice offer. “Hi I’m Ross, Monica’s brother. Well how about I take you out to dinner while Joey is at his audition.”

“No! You’re with Rachel or whatever is going on between you two.” Joey pointed his finger.

Ross throws his hands away from his side. “What’s wrong with me taking her to dinner.”

“Because you are with Rachel.” He said.

Rachel made a face. “Joey, we’re not together now. I broke up with him a few weeks ago.”

“But then you 're telling us how much you missed him after a few glasses of wine.” The blonde named Phoebe teased her.

Rachel started getting nervous and I could tell there was something going on between them. Joey had told me that he had two friends who had an on and off again thing. “Guys, I don’t like Ross anymore.”

“Sure that’s what they all said before you wake up in the middle of the night and scream oh my gosh I love Ross.”

Ross rolled his eyes. “Not helping Chandelier.”

“Oh sorry I was talking about pizza.” Chandler chuckled at him.

I smiled, shifting my gaze over to the Chandler guy. It had been a while since I had been on a date. Since my father was an actor most of the guys that seemed interested in me were ones who wanted a part in his shows or movies. If they didn’t get the part then I wouldn’t see them again. “Chandler, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh no I prefer being alone and horny.” He answered my question by rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you seeing anybody or just pining over Joey?”

Joey throws his hands up. “Stop hitting on her.”

“You’re just denying your feelings for her.” Phoebe smiled.

Joey stomped around the apartment pointing fingers at his two guy friend’s being all dramatic over their teasing on whether or not we had feelings for one another. “There’s nothing going on. You aren’t dating her and you aren’t dating her.”

Chandler got up from the couch walking up to him. “Wait why me. I get Ross but me. Am I so crazy that no girl would go out with me?”

“You and Ross repel women all the time.” My best friend explained before I watched Chandler move past him and shut the door quickly behind himself. Watching the door for a second I don’t know what came over me but I get up to my feet slipping through the door and across the hallway.

Shutting the door quietly I noticed that Chandler was laying on the couch and there was half of a pizza missing from a box on the floor. “Hey, are you open to sharing some of that pizza with me?”

“Actually Joe, I want this pizza for the rest of my life.” He sat up hearing me laugh at his comment. “Y/n, oh sorry sure.”

Kicking my shoes off at the door I went over to him I plopped down on the couch beside him. We ate pizza in silence until I remembered what he had said earlier. “So is this how you get all the girls to your apartment huh. Mistake them for your best friend and then apologize with pizza?”

“Actually, no. I have decided that I would rather die alone.” He replies to me.

Shaking my head I nervously smiled. “You joke a lot.”

“Yeah sorry I started using jokes as a safety measure after my parents got divorced. It works on the ladies at first but here I am sitting with you shoving my face with pizza.”

“Oh you mean like this?” I throw pepperoni at his face.

He shakes his head smiling and throwing some at me. I leaned forward trying to grab a full on slice and throw it across his face. But I fell off the couch when he tried to catch me and we tumbled to the ground together. “Oh geez Y/n.”

“Awe sorry for the mess.” I apologize seeing that we were both covered in red pizza sauce and cheese now laying on the floor with him on top of me. “Crap it’s late and I have to take two different trains to get home.”

Chandler focused his attention onto mine and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to date you. You had a fun side that was easy to get along with. You didn’t find his nervous joke gag weird. “You could stay here tonight if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude. This is your apartment.” I sat up where he offered me his hands helping me to my feet.

He laid down on the couch with open arms telling me to lay down with him. “I live with Joey. Trust me your company would be less crazy. I’ll even stay up with ya till you fall asleep.” I nodded laying down with him on the couch curling up on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall on the floor and we remained that way until we fell asleep together.

A few hours later the apartment door opened again and Chandler lifted his head up quickly waking up seeing Joey was back. He panicked feeling Y/n fully asleep on his chest so he couldn’t run away like he wanted. “Joe, it’s not what it looks like. I’m not messing around with her I swear.”

“Shhh you’ll wake her up.” Joey raised a hand to his mouth.

Chandler eyed his roommate confused. “Aren’t you mad after you said we couldn’t date her?”

“Nah man. She has been through some bad relationships in the past that’s why I said no to Ross.” Joey smiled reassuringly seeing a smile on your face when she snuggled up against Chandler more. “You two would be good together.”

Chandler went to move his arm shocked that he said the words. In such a short time he had found himself wanting to spend more time with his friend. “You’re not gonna be mad if I ask her out?”

“Ask away brother. Don’t wake her up now..” Joey crossed the room pausing outside his room before leaving the pair alone. That next morning you were more than happy to say yes to a date with Chandler.

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[oconswrld]

That smile on your face, makes it easy to trust you.

Girl with the smile. - Sergio Pérez x Reader.

summary: Checo finally gets to talk to the girl he's been smiling at every day.

The sun hit her face so beautifully, like an ancient greek goddess. There are so many words Checo could use to explain her beauty, yet none ever captured the breaths she takes away. Every drill, every motor sound blurs and the world slows when she smiles right back at him.

It's been a race season filled with smiles from her. Teeth showing, or even just a grin that he couldn't get enough of. The amount of times he has caught her staring can't be counted, but it also works vice-versa.

Y/n is her name, she's Adrian's new protégé. They never crossed paths enough to talk, maybe the fact they were both blushing even at the sound of each other's name helped with the avoiding too.

The moment Sergio saw her relaxing outside the garage on her phone, he just knew it was time to finally talk to her. Those bambi eyes she always had moved up to look at him. And that damn smile came out again. Y/n's pink lips pulling and her perfectly asymmetrical teeth showing.

" Hi! " She started the conversation with a light giggle at his presence. Locking and setting her phone down, leaning forward to show him how much she was interested in talking to him.

His legs shook, being at her full mercy. She could simply walk away from him and he'd still watch her walk away with a love-sick look. A permanent blush stuck on Sergio's face at her attention to details.

" Hey. " Showing a tight lipped smile to her.

" I'm Y/n! How are you Checo? " The way she talked so gently yet so confident in her own knowledge made him want to listen to her for eternity. Her accent is heavy on the way she says his nickname. Heavenly and simply beautiful.

" I'm good. It's finally the moment for us to talk. " Light pours over his back, highlighting the way his eyebrows move closer while pronouncing words, as if to not trip over himself. Y/n never saw Sergio do that with anyone else. It made her chuckle.

Her hand finds her drink, taking a quick sip only to resume her talking.

" Been looking for you every day and night I'm here. " Laughing at her own middle school crush.

" I've been wanting to hear your accent slip through when you're talking to me, not to those interviewers. " He stated, remembering the times he saw her embarrassed over not knowing the english words for something.

" If you want it, i will grant it to you, Sergio. "

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schecoperez: That smile on your face.

yourusername: taught u so well abt Miguel babyy🥹

landonorris: Y/n really taught Checo about Girl with the tattoo before she did anything else🤨

maxverstappen1: I literally don't wanna see you look at each other with those lingering stares anymore..

yourusername: stfu lil bro. im chewing on your set of tires the next pit stop😤

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MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER (DAY #3: LOVE LETTER EVENT)

contents: steve harrington x reader. nsfw! At a matchmaking event in Hawkins, you and Steve are introduced to each other for the first time and let's just say - the sparks fly. for clarification, steve is about 27, 28. word count - 2.3k

notes: welcome to day 3 of the love letter event; i hope you all have enjoyed it so far! i dont even care if this fic is hasty in the plot, i love a good hook up with stranger!steve. point blank period.

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“Could this get any worse?” A blonde girl with a name tag that reads ‘Anna’ says, shaking her head as her eyes scan the room. “I thought we would be meeting real men not these boys.”

You can’t help but laugh, feeling pleased that other’s feel similar to you. You’re at the first matchmaking event in Hawkins, standing in the gymnasium at Hawkins High School as you mingle with the opposite sex in hopes of finding a potential partner. However, the selection was less then subpar, and you were debating going home.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, the concept sounded a lot better when I saw the flyer, now I’m wondering what I’m doing here.” You respond to ‘Anna.’ The girl sighs in response, swirling the wine in her glass, her bracelets clinking together. A beat later, Anna speaks up again. “Happy Valentine’s Day to us, I guess.”

Your eyes look around, seeing the large group of people that mingle about the room. Cutout hearts made from red and pink construction paper are taped to the walls, adding color to the bland gymnasium. Many tall, standalone tables are scattered around the room, covered in tablecloths, host Valentine’s decorations in the middle of the tabletop, chocolate Hershey kisses scattered around. It looks like a high school dance.  

There must be a hundred people that attend the matchmaking event, you had overheard the hosts of the event that it was a bigger turnout then they initially expected; an even fifty men and fifty women. When you saw the flyer for the event when you walked out of Melvald’s General Store, you thought it would be interesting, something to get you out of your comfort zone and meeting people. An event created just for young adults to meet each other, spark conversation, and foster romantic connections; what could be better? Though, now you stand in the gymnasium, watching poorly dressed men, men who couldn’t even make eye contact, exert larger than life egos and flaunting how they’ll ‘get lucky’ tonight. It didn’t help that you got all dressed up, spent close to an hour picking out the right outfit, applying your makeup flawlessly, styling your hair just right. It was a bummer; the night had had so much potential.

 There wasn’t a single cute guy you saw at the event, and you had really tried to be open minded too. You let men sweet talk you, let them think you would give them a chance, but none of them peaked your interest, none made you curious. That is until Steve.

You are about to throw in the towel, standing against the wall with several women who were feeling identical to your feelings, but something tells you to give it one more go. “Wish me luck,” you whisper to Anna, pushing yourself off the wall. Anna offers you a sympathetic smile, lifting her glass towards you. You spy an empty table, deciding to park yourself there and allow anyone to approach you. You wobble in your high heels, the color of them pink to make your outfit cute and colorful, but you confidently stride over to the empty table that is at the other side of them room.

Once you reach the table, you take a sip of your wine, letting the liquid trickle down your throat. You wish you drank more when you walked into the event, it would have made the experience so much more tolerable.

You play nonchalant, casually resting on the tabletop. Instantly, Steve Harrington is captured by your presence as he notices you from the across the room. He notices you’re all alone and he is quick to get to you before anyone else. Steve rounds behind you, stepping off to the side to announce his presence to you. “What is a beauty like you standing all alone over here?”

You smile, a hot flush washing over your body. Not only is this man that stands in front of you the most attractive man at the event, he’s also the most attractive man you’ve seen in your entire life. “Waiting for a guy like you to come talk to me.” You say, a playful smile lingering on your mouth.

Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m glad I came over here then. You’re y/n?” Steve says, squinting to look at your small nametag. You nod, mimicking his glance, you squint and get a look at his nametag. “And you’re Steve?” Steve leans towards the tabletop, nodding. “Steve Harrington. Also known as your next boyfriend.”

You raise your eyebrows, amused by his answer. There was something that was different then the other guys you have met so far. He’s seemingly got an edge to him, something that makes you curious and want to get to know him. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly attractive, a sweet twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Is that so?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

Steve nods, taking a sip of his wine. “If you let me.”

You smile, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks. You laugh softly, shaking your head. You like that he’s confident, playful, but not arrogant. “You’re just cute enough that I might let you.” You say, placing your glass on the table beside you. You decide in this moment that you’d let this ‘Steve Harrington’ ruin your life.

Steve smiles, amusement playing across his face. Steve is slightly mad at himself as he lets his eyes graze over your body. Steve had come to the matchmaking event to find a partner, a girlfriend, it was time for him to settle down. He had left his playboy habits in the past, trying to mature over the several years he has been single, but Steve can’t help but let thoughts of bending you over enter his mind; it’s hasty, Steve knows that. 

“Is that so?” Steve says, mimicking you. You smile, laughing lightly. You nod; giving it up easily was not part of your plan for tonight but as the minutes pass by with Steve in your presence, your plans change quickly. “Met anybody tonight that peaked your interest?” Steve asks, looking past you to the crowd that continues to mingle behind you.

“Just you,” you say, biting your lip.

“Ah,” Steve says, putting his attention back onto you. “So, there’s a chance I could ask you to dinner and you’d say yes?”

You shrug. “There’s a possibility.”

Steve continues to be amused by you, shaking his head. “Is there a chance I could drive you home before anyone else approaches you and takes away the small possibility I have?”

You laugh. You had already been ready to leave and you were grateful that you didn’t have to take the bus back home. “Certainly.”

After retrieving yours and Steve’s coats, you take a walk across the parking lot, instantly greeted by the brisk, February air. You close your coat across your body, attempting to conserve any body heat. Steve walks beside you, ushering your body across the parking lot to his station wagon. Once you approach the car, Steve walks you to the passenger seat but he pauses.   

Steve gives you a look, one that you received many times from men. His eyes exhibit hunger, a deep interest in getting to know you beneath your clothes. You debate it in your mind, though you already know you’re going decide. Should you ignore Steve’s inviting look, only accepting his proposal to drive you home? Where’s the fun in that? Sure, it’s a bit crazy to hook up with someone after you met him only a short while ago. It is Valentine’s day after all, love is indeed in the air.

You let Steve grab ahold of your hips, his mouth finding yours with ease. Upon contact, you taste the light flavor of the wine they severed inside at the event, his tongue swiping across the bottom of your lip. It has been so long since you’ve been touched, your body instantly obliges by making your cunt slick with arousal. Steve leans you up against the side of his car, his body pressing against yours. His strong hands cup your face, your arms wrapped around his middle, as you help bring your two bodies together. There is a sense of urgency in his movements, his fingers tremble with anticipation.

Maneuvering around your body, Steve pulls open the door to the backseat of his station wagon, gently pulling you to the side to encourage you to get in. You break your mouth from his, backing yourself into the backseat of his car. Your heart pounds against your chest, the anticipation beginning to take a toll on you. Steve climbs into the car after you, letting his body hover over yours. Leaning back slightly, Steve pulls the car door shut, and begins to pull his jacket off, tossing it into the front seat. You follow, your fingers fumbling as you unzip the side of your dress, shrugging it off your body. You’re left in your undergarments, watching Steve as he strips his clothes of piece by piece.

Once Steve’s shirt is off, exposing his bare chest, which your hands immediately explore, and he’s shrugged his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, you lean back on the seats, parting your legs. Steve positions himself over you, letting his mouth re-connect with yours. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve mumbles against your lips, his fingers toying with the straps of your bra, gently pulling each strap down. You hook your fingers into your panties, pulling them off swiftly. Your fingers move quickly to the band of Steve’s boxers, working to pull them off too. At the same time, Steve continues to work at pulling your bra down, pulling it further down your torso, exposing your nipples. Steve breaks his mouth from yours once more, planting kisses from your jaw, down your throat, to your chest. Cupping your breast with one hand, maneuvering your breast into his mouth, his tongue brushing across your nipple. Upon contact, your head throws back, your fingers moving from his boxers into his lush hair.

Steve can’t take the anticipation any longer, reaching down his body to shrug his boxers off. Before you have any time to process, Steve pushes himself into you, your legs tightening around his waist. You gasp, your hands gripping Steve’s biceps. Steve moves inside of you at an even pace, beginning to stroke your sensitive spot, encouraging your eyes to roll into the back of your head. You whimper, his large size asking your cunt to accept his size, though you had never delt with anyone quite as large as Steve.

Your grip around Steve’s bicep tightens, his cock stretching you out. With each stroke, you feel Steve immerse himself deeply in you, small grunts escaping his mouth. You moan softly, against Steve’s skin, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, placing kisses in between grunts. Though it’s freezing outside, cold breezes finding its way into the car, the heat from yours and Steve’s bodies makes the inside of the car hot, fog beginning to form on the windows. The pleasure courses through your body, you reach up in response, your fingers brushing the cold glass of the windows. As Steve moves between your thighs, your legs part, your leg resting against the front seats of the car. “Fuck, Steve.” You whisper, your back arching against his movements. Steve’s name feels foreign rolling off your tongue, though you feel as if you could get used to saying it on a regular basis.  

Steve can barely contain himself as he ruts into you, taking glances at your face which enamors him. Steve has known you for a short while, in reality – less than half an hour, and Steve hopes he gets to know you mor just beyond sex in the back of his car, but at this moment, Steve has never experienced a cunt that wrapped so tightly around him. Steve leans up off your body, lifting your legs so he’s cradling your legs against him, as he strokes into you. He gazes down at you, watching your eyes flutter shut, your lips part, soft moans escaping your lips, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. Underneath the two of you, Steve’s vehicle rocks, reminding Steve that you are in a public place, and that your activities go unnoticed.  

Steve shortens his strokes, his breath becoming ragged as he begins to get closer to finishing. Your body craves him more, your skin tingling under his touch, as your core begins to tighten in your lower abdomen. You whine softly, the pressure building inside of you by the second. Steve’s slow movements aren’t curing your need for him, lifting your hips you grind against him, making up for his slow movements. Steve moves his hands down, his fingers locking around your hip bones, pulling your bottom into him. Steve groans, his eyes fluttering shut, his eyebrows knitting together, as he feels you move against him, at your own temp. And it feels heavenly to him, curing his intense lust for you. Without warning, Steve finishes deep into you, one last moan escaping his throat.

At the same time, your body tenses, an orgasm ricocheting through you. Your legs twinge, shaking around his body. You slump against the seat, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You’re breathless, your chest rising and falling, as Steve removes himself from inside you. Steve inhales several times, attempting to regain his breath. “Wow,” is all Steve says, his limbs loose and weak, as he leans against the car door.

You sit up, noticing the handprint you had made on the window, the bottom of the handprint dripping down, similar to the horror movies. You smile softly; the sex had been that good.

“Can I still take you home and out for dinner later this week?” Steve says, pulling his clothes back onto him. You smile again, looking towards Steve. “Definitely, I’d love that.”

[vodika-vibes]

I would love to see Wrecker with Topaz in the winter! Warm soup, cozy fireside snuggles, and just sheer cuteness! 💕

Silent Night

Summary: After Wrecker and the Batch’s Medic are stranded in the middle of a winter wonderland, Wrecker decides to make the best of it.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 725

Warnings: None

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: This one fought me at every turn. I knew what I wanted it to say, but I'm not sure I managed to make it as soft and sweet as I wanted. Oh well, Happy reading!

“You know, you’re pretty good at this, Doc.” Wrecker says with a grin as his gaze drifts from the fish he’s cleaning, to where the team medic is crouching next to a roaring fire. 

The light from the orange flames gives her an almost ethereal look, and Wrecker has a look away before he gets too distracted. “Well,” She admits as she clears a space of snow, as best as she can, and pulls the tent out of his kit, “Mom and dad divorced when I was a kid. And while mom had a nice house, dad wasn’t so lucky. So his weekends were usually spent camping.”

“So you could probably clean this fish then?” Wrecker asks, as he glances at her curiously.

She smiles sheepishly, “Well, dad did show me how, but you’re doing a wonderful job.”

He grins at her, and sets his knife to the side, “Well, as it happens, I’m done anyway. You have everything set up?”

“Yep. Just toss everything in the pot.”

Wrecker does as she instructs, and watches as she adds a few packets of seasoning, as well as some dehydrated vegetables, “I’m guessing your dad had you doing most of the cooking?”

“Yeah. Well, he wasn’t very good at cooking, really. So it was either learn to cook, or me and my siblings were going to end up with tapeworms or something.” Wrecker sits on the flat rock that she found…somewhere…and starts cleaning his knife.

“You know, you don’t talk about your family often.”

She glances at him, “Well, there’s not really much to say, is there?” She drops the contents of a second package into the pot, and then sits next to Wrecker, “My family is just average.”

“I’m not sure what an average family is,” Wrecker points out, “Though I bet Tech could tell me.”

She laughs, “Right, right. Well, there’s mom. She was a housewife up until she and dad got divorced, and then she got a job at the local elementary school getting me and my siblings free tuition. Dad was a firefighter who had a gambling issue. And then there’s the kids, my other brother, me, and our younger sister.”

“Well, you’re a doctor. What do your siblings do?”

“My brother is a chef at some big name restaurant on Coruscant. My sister is trying to become an actress, though she’s only really starred in commercials.” She shrugs, “Like I said, normal. Your family is so much more interesting.”

He laughs, “That’s one word for them.” Wrecker finishes cleaning his knife and stashes it away, “Are you comfortable?”

“Hm?”

“It’s kind of cold.” Wrecker points out.

“Oh, I’m alright. The fire is helping, and Hunter insisted I wear cold weather gear for this mission.” She hesitates, “Do…do you think-?”

“I’m sure they’re fine. Tech is there, after all.” Wrecker drapes an arm over her shoulder and tugs her against his side, “We’re the ones who have to camp outside in the snow.”

She smiles shyly, “I’m not worried.”

“No?”

“I have you here, don’t I?” She asked with a small, almost flirty, smile.

Wrecker’s heart flips nervously, “I…uh…”

She tilts her head, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, Doc. I’m just…I’m not Hunter or Crosshair, I’m not used to flirting.” Wrecker admits.

“I’ll stop, if you want.”

“Well now, I didn’t say that.”

She laughs, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, “I like you, Wrecker. You’re fun and you make me laugh and you make me feel safe. I’d like to go on a proper date with you, if I can.”

Wrecker blinks at her, “You…you do?”

“Yeah, if it’s alright.”

“We don’t really…there isn’t much time for proper dating-” Wrecker stammers, “And I don’t get paid-”

“I do get paid, and, well, it doesn’t have to be a big thing, Wrecker. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Well, in that case, can’t this be considered a date?” Wrecker points out.

She looks startled for a moment, and then she beams at him, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” She lifts to her knees slightly and presses a light kiss against his cheek, before she settles next to him again.

Wrecker presses his hand against his burning cheek, a wide grin that he isn’t even trying to stifle. 

Being stranded here isn’t as bad as it could be.

[natspookie]

highschool love

highschool fic, not proofread

(natasha has a normal life here:)

NATASHA

monday

She fit in perfectly, like the missing piece of the puzzle, into my class. She was a new student and everyone wanted to be her friend, even me.

She sat at the middle of the class where I could see her while I was at the back with one of the last seats... last names.

"Everyone! As you may have noticed, we have a new student. Y/n, would you like to give an introduction about yourself?" Everyone looked at her and she didn't seem to mind. 

Y/n.

She gave a smile and stood up at the middle of the class. "Good morning everyone! I'm y/n y/l/n. I'm 16 years old and I've just moved from New York and.. I don't know much about Ohio so if any of you would help me out, I'd deeply appreciate that" she laughed

 "I enjoy baking, stake boarding, and ballet. And I adore 007 films.. I guess that's all" She smiled at the teacher who looked pleased before going back to her seat where people were already whispering to her.

She adored 007 films. My favorite.

".. Alright everyone, please get ready for your first class, have a good day!" The teacher said and left us to wait for our teacher. Thankfully this wasn't the school where you had to walk to different classrooms.

"Nat.. psst!" Carol whispered as she walked to my seat. Her seat was beside y/n's. Because of my best friend's loudness, y/n turned to me and smiled before turning back to the person she was talking to."Yes?" 

"I want to be friends with Y/n. We should invite her to the group or that party you have on friday" She said excitingly "Alright, you do it" "Why me?!" I rolled my eyes "Because you suggested the idea, genius" 

"Can't we get Jane to do it? She's nice and no one would ever turn down her offers"She muttered. 

I sighed and walked toward Jane's seat. Carol followed and we sat around Jane. 

While Carol was convincing Jane, I looked over to Y/n. 

I met her gaze and she smiled sweetly at me. I admired how beautiful she was. She definitely looked like a ballerina, she had perfect features. "Hi" she said loud enough for me to hear when I didn't say anything after the smile.

"Hello" now carol and jane had turned to us. Carol kicked my leg, this b- "Um.. I hope you don't mind but could I eat with you guys today? I don't really know much people" she laughed, moving closer to us.. the seat beside me.

"No. I mean- No we- We don't mind- we would love that." I rambled and she laughed and nodded. "Good to know, Natasha"

"How'd you know my name" I choked "Name tag" she pointed with a small smile

at that moment i wanted to sink into the floor

But i was brought back to the way my name slipped effortlessly out of her mouth made me almost choke on air but the teacher came and I walked back to my seat. Almost.

I didn't pay attention to class at all, I knew all this anyways. I fixated my attention on the y/h/c in front. I watched as she would write down everything the teacher was saying without looking with her black pen. 

"Miss.. Romanoff, would you be so kind to tell us what is the answer to this question?" I turned to the board and solved it in my head quickly "twenty thousand meters" I answered

"Correct. Though next time please don't act as if the answer is sitting on top of Miss Y/l/n's head" 

That, was another moment I wanted to die and sink into my chair. I closed my eyes for a second and when I looked at y/n, she was already looking at me with a smile, a reassuring one.

God so help me today.

After our 2nd period we had a recess break. And as I was putting away the notebook I had used for our project, Y/n was there. I stood up and grabbed my jug. "Ready?" She asked and I nodded, making our way to the hall. "Nat!" Carol caught up to us "Yes?" I looked over my shoulder, going down the stairs "Were you ditching us to spend time with your new friend?!" Jane scolded me beside Carol.

"I-" I looked at Y/n who held in a laugh "You know where our spot is. And you know how crowded the hallways get" I reasoned but really I didn't want Carol teasing me with some shit.

"You guys have a spot?" Y/n asks and I nod. She's about to go through the cafeteria doors when I held her wrist and directed her to the field where some other students were. I blush at the contact and let go.

I can feel her looking at me but I bring out the blanket we always use and lay it across the grass.

It wasn't hot today nor was it too dark. 

"So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" I gulped my water while Carol was interrogating this poor girl. "Not my type" she bit some healthy granola bar.

"So you're gay?" Carol asks making y/n crack a laugh "Figuring that out" She laughs and opens her bag for her water jug "You do ballet!! Is that why you're eating that fit bar? I used to eat those too" Jane asks and y/n looks at the bar. 

"Yes. And I mean it's not that bad but I do miss sweets.." "Natasha used to do ballet" Carol says making me look up "Really?" Y/n smiled, she's a very smiley person. "Well- erm.. not anymore but yes" "Good to know. Maybe one day I'll convince you to dance with me " she drinks her water and I hum. She could ask me once and I would probably say yes. 

"Y/n why'd you move..?" Carol asks and lays on her side.

"My mom got transferred here" and that question game Carol had went on the whole break. I did figure out she had an older sister, a pet cat and other stuff.

For lunch y/n was called to the guidance counselor for some papers about moving. "Natty's got a lil crush" Carol teased and I threw the blanket at her before setting it up.

"No I dont" I huffed "You have lovey eyes for y/n" carol giggles. "Shut up" "Atleast try to hide it, Nat. Erm-um- i-um- i love you" she 'mimics' me

"Hey jane you know that one time carol's cat scratched her eye and she claimed she fell off some flight of stairs?" Carol gasped and jane laughed.

"Hey jane, you know that one fieldtrip Nat was acting weird? Natasha shit her pants" Jane laughed louder

"I was 4!" I glared at her "Awe I'm sorry! When I was 4 I got out of diapers" "Cierra tu boca puta" I muttered "What?" "Nothing"

"Seriously though, whats up with you and y/n" "what do you mean whats up? I met her 3 hours ago" carol just shrugged 

When we got back to the classroom y/n was the only one there since it was early. She was writing stuff on papers. "Y/n!" Carol said excitedly as if she hadn't seen her 20 minutes ago. "Hey Carol! How was lunch?" She put the cap back on her pen. I continued fixing my stuff.

"It was alright I guess. Also, Nat is having a party on friday.. you coming?" I quickly looked at Y/n.

"Sure! Can I have your number?" She turned around to me with her arm slung over the chair. 

She doesn't want it in that way Natasha.

"Yeah.. can I borrow this?" I walked towards her and held up her pen and paper. She nodded and I wrote my number down. "Thanks!" I saw her write my name neatly with a heart beside it and I told myself I was delusional for thinking it meant something.

Students started to come in and I just went back to my seat, still looking at Y/n. Probably that's what happened the whole day.

"Hey Natasha!" Y/n caught up to me before I made it down the stairs, ready to go to the other building to pick up Yelena. "Yes?" I stopped by the side of the stairs. 

"I just wanted to say thank you for today. I was really nervous for my first day and.. well I'm glad we're friends.. Actually I haven't asked you that- Sorry.. Do you want to be friends" She rambled and I nodded quickly. I can work with friends. 

"I'd love to be your friend" I match smile "Okay well I'll see you tomorrow!" "See you!" And then she's gone. 

Pull yourself together Natasha.

tuesday

"Morning, Natasha!" I furrowed my eyebrows when everyone was in different seats... Y/n was next to mine. "Oh- right. Our teacher changed the seating arrangement. They said the alphabetical one was just temporary. Your seat is still the same though" I dropped my bag to the floor and hummed. How am I supposed to do this. It also didn't help with the fact the tables were now by twos.

So I was beside beside her.

"That's nice, seatmate" I smile 

The first period was actual hell. I couldn't help myself and I would turn to look at y/n often and she saw me atleast twice. Of course after the first time I just had to do it again. I missed her old seat.

"You don't take much notes do you?" Y/n glanced at my notebook full with random doodles during our 10 minute break interval.

"No" I shake my head and lay my head on the table.  Clearly 3 hours of sleep wasnt enough for me. 

"Draw me" She said when my random sketch page was open. It wasn't in a demanding way, more in a way her voice went a little higher as she offered. "What?" "If you want to" She shrugged.

I grabbed my pencil and looked at her hesitantly. She turned her chair fully over to mine. "You sure" She nodded and smiled.

I only got to drawing the outline and her eyes before our teacher came in. "There's always later" she said with a smile before our class started. Later

We did that for the rest of the day, me memorizing her features while trying my best to put them in paper. During our recess and lunch we stayed together at the stairs outside the library, without Carol and Jane.

"I think it's done" I say nervously and she sits beside me very close. "I love it.. you even drew my scar correctly!" She smiled at it with awe. Below her chin she had a very faint scar. She told me she fell down the stairs and it left a scar. Then the bell rang, of course it had to be cut short "Thank you" "Thank you.. anyways we should go" She stood up and dusted her uniform before holding her hand out to me.

Did she want me to hold it?  I mean.. no shit Natasha.

I took her hand and we raced through students to make it back in time. We were a giggling mess by the time we made it back in our seats, Carol doing wiggly brows at me.

friday

The week had been better than any other. On Wednesday, Carol and Jane announced to us they were busy with a group work so we had to eat alone. Bullshit. Not that I minded though.

Now me and y/n would eat alone. I even heard someone explain we were now the friendship duo. Friendship, hm.

"I'll see you tonight at your party, Tasha. See you!" She left before I could reply. Aside from Nat, I hated nicknames, but the way she said it.. I never complained.

Usually, I wouldn't give two shits about what I was wearing. the teenage men would ogle me and i'd say no, maybe a few girls, but now... I was trying to impress someone, even if it was a subconscious doing.

nat😜💪

Im ready.

Wru?

carol

on the way!! Soooo whatcha wearing for y/n😊

nat😊💪

for y/n?!? what are you on

carol

Atleast I’m self aware

nat😊💪

goodbye

I peeked out the window and saw y/n get dropped by a gorgeous other woman and my heart sunk. What if she had a girlfriend?! She wouldn't even like me, what was I thinking?

i made my way through my crowded house and opened myself a can of coke. “nat! hey” y/n exclaimedn, walking over to me “hi” i smiled and walked off as she frowned

it went on like that for 2 hours, me being petty basically. that was until she walked over and leaned to talk near my ear over the loud music.

“nat im going soon, wanna go walk around for a bit?” I stood up and followed her out the door.

it was silent, walking through houses until y/n sighed.

"God Nat I thought you liked me" Y/n said so calmly kicking a rock. I almost got whiplash when I turned to her "What?!" "Nat, I heard you get teased by Carol the whole week." "So..?" What do I even say?!?

She huffed. "Natasha on my first day of school, around 10 people were asking me out and asking me to eat lunch with them, and i don't mean that in a bragging way, but i wanted to eat with you. I didn't just ask for your number for the party, i wanted to talk to you outside of school, the seating placement was we got to pick our places and I chose to be beside you, I spent 40 minutes sitting still because I was looking at you and spending time with you. and i hate parties! I only went because of you. Now you're telling me you're going to go on a date with that girl who is a bitch to everyone???" She stopped walking to look at me

“You had your girlfriend drop you off tonight hm?” She scrunched her face up “Ew, ew, ew! That’s my sister! Is that what this was all about?!?” My eyes widened “oh” “yeah.. oh” she sighed

“i feel like an idiot, im so sorry” i looked at her “well.. maybe you could be my idiot” she murmured against my lips and i leaned in to close the space.

[minkkumaz]

WHAT'S THE ANSWER FOR ME + YOU?

although woonhak was deemed the golden boy of your school, he lacked in academics. when he goes to the pretty girl (whom also has a tad bit of a crush on him) in the library for math help, how'd he know you'd be this cute?

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.1k TAGS adults dni. so much fluff it hurts. mutual pining. OMI NOTE my sweet boy omg i love writing for him. tbh i wrote this as a distraction for the other woonhak fic i started oops. not proofread sorry for mistakes hehe

november was cloudy, as if the sun was too shy to peek over the soft blankets that covered the sky. despite the dreariness, his spirit was always there. kim woonhak was the golden boy of your academy. the school’s star athlete, good at winning over hearts and games.

though he had far from perfect grades, he was good at getting away with an f every now and then. however this wasn’t the most ideal.

sometimes you sat inside of the library, taking in the smell of new books. you had no practical reason to be there, but the quiet environment was good enough for you. you weren’t used to the popularity scene like he was. and though everything in your heart was telling you to talk to him, you just couldn’t.

that specific day, you settled on the floor with your back against the hard books. notebooks, pencils, and a laptop was sprawled out everywhere, but not so much that people couldn’t walk past you. you had an immense headache from cramming in an assignment last minute. because of this, you hardly noticed the body that was towering over you, until he spoke.

“hey! your name is y/n, right?” his voice was alluring like honey dripping down your throat, and a striped cardigan draped over his messily buttoned shirt and slightly loose tie. 

but in that moment you froze. admiring him for so long wasn’t considered as practice for actually talking to him.

“hi, yes! um, am i in your way?” you hurry to scoot away but he hesitantly places a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“no not at all!” he tells you anxiously. in his mind he was thinking you were much prettier in person.

“then what’s up?” you felt small in comparison to his large figure. 

“the counselor sent me over to you actually! she said i’d find you here.” he explained, “i need someone to tutor me.”

“you need a tutor?” you questioned with a confused expression on your face.

“yeah.. they’re going to pull me out of basketball if i don’t get my math grade up. and a little birdie told me you were one of the best.” he grinned at you happily and held his hand out for you to get up.

“oh! well i think i have some time right now. i just finished my assignment so you’re in luck.” you quickly grab your things and shove them into your bag before taking his hand.

the touch of his hand on yours made the both of you blush, swiftly pulling away after you were on your feet. you followed behind him to one of the nearest tables, setting your things down beside you before taking a seat.

“so ahm, what specifically were you needing help with?” you ask, pulling out your math notebook and flipping through the chapters.

“literally everything! like how do you even add exponents with different bases?” he whined next to you, letting his head fall onto the desk. 

“no i totally get how that can be tricky!” you laugh, “here i’ll write down an example.”

conversation throughout the rest of the study session flowed smoothly. despite it being your first proper interaction, he knew how to make you smile. 

a stupid joke here and then, sometimes a wink, or his hand grazing slightly against yours. what were you even saying?

meeting up became more frequent between the two of you. it came to the point where you met every tuesday and thursday for the remainder of the month. he wasn’t difficult to teach, but there were time’s he’d zone out in the middle of your mini lesson.

you wondered what went on in his mind, but every part of you wanted to hope you were the one he thought about.

“woon! are you even listening to me?” you frown, snapping your fingers infront of the boy.

“yes yes, i’m sorry i’m just a little sidetracked today.” he sighs, scribbling nothings onto his paper.

“we have our math exam next week and you’ve been doing so much better than when we met for the first time. you can’t be lacking on me now!” you pout at him. it was maybe your eighth time studying in the library together.

“you’re just so pretty, it’s distracting.” he says quietly, not exactly loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you tilt your head a little.

“nothing! it’s nothing i promise.” he leans his head back, groaning, “there’s just this problem i’m really having trouble figuring out.” “what kind of problem, i’m sure we can find a solution to it.” your interest was piqued. why would he get so worked up over a math problem?

“i don’t think i’m ready to ask you yet, i want to try to figure it out on my own first.” he sighs into his hands, barely getting a glimpse of you through the cracks of his fingers.

“you want to figure it out on your own? when’d you get so independent without me?” you fake a sad expression.

“okay okay, i’ll write it down for you then. but close your eyes!” he gives in, ripping off a sticky note from the pad you took out earlier.

covering your eyes, your other senses seem to heighten. you can hear the rough writing of his pencil against the note he stole from your pile of supplies. he hesitates in between what you can only assume are numbers, before you feel him press the paper against your forehead.

“open your eyes now.” 

your vision is covered slightly from the note, so you can hardly see him fidgeting with his hands. when you peel it off to read, you’re met with a very mysterious question.

‘what’s the answer for me + you?’

“huh? what does this mean woonhak..?” you squint, re - reading the same words over and over again.

“um..” he laughs nervously, “i just don’t want us to be just friends yknow? i really really like you.”

“woon i–”

“i don’t know i just think i’d be a little heartbroken if i had to see you smile so prettily everyday and not be able to call you my.. girlfriend.” he rambled, “but you don’t have to say anything yet! don’t even worry or anything i know this is kinda sudden and we’ve only been hanging out for so long but–”

you interrupt him with a gentle kiss against his lips. he smiles against yours, placing his hands perfectly against your flush cheeks to pull you closer.

“i really like you too, woonhak.” you let your head fall heavy into his hands after finally pulling away, staring at him blissfully.

“i guess i have my answer then, right?”

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Eddie Munson Smut HC (Pt.1)

[ ⛧ ] Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [ ⛧ ] Warnings: Talk of sex, pet names (princess), mentions of kink. [ ⛧ ] A/N: This is total trash. I haven't written one of these in a while. I didn't want to make this super long, so there might be a part two at some point. Below the cut are 26 random smut-related Eddie things.

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Let's face it, he's a total Daddy. He's all about you, taking care of you, showing you off, making you laugh and smile.

At the same time, he doesn't hesitate to take control of you.

He's always attentive, especially to your body. He's one to take mental notes when you really enjoy something and he'll do it again.

But he won't cross your hard limits, he's going to learn what you can and can't handle and go from there.

Heaven forbid he feels like he's crossed them though. It would break his heart and he turns into a total softy wanting to make sure you are taken care of and to let you know he's sorry.

He's great with aftercare after a rough fuck session.

All he'll want to do is shower you with praise, clean you up, cuddle, and smoke a joint with you while his fingers gently touch over any marks he may have left on your body.

He's the kind of guy that really enjoys fucking you to his favorite vinyls/cassette tapes/cds. So hopefully you have the same taste in music. Better enjoy Ozzy, Dio, Van Halen, Def Leppard, Mötley Crüe, and others.

He's not afraid to start singing the lyrics of metal love songs in the middle of sex because he knows it's going to get you to laugh and giggle.

He's got magic fingers. Seriously, he really knows how to use them and loves to watch you squirm against them.

And he'd never take off his rings when fucking you. He knows that you like the way they feel against your skin, especially when he's gripping at you.

Once getting past his shyness, and becomes more comfortable with you, he's kind of a risk-taker. At least when it comes to getting laid with you.

He doesn't hesitate to let you know what he wants in the middle of school. Even if it means bringing you into the janitor's closet for a quick make-out session.

He'll even take you out to the back of his van while skipping class just because he's aching to feel you around him.

"Come on Princess. I need you, right now."

Don't hesitate to pull on his hair during sex. He loves it. It'll make him moan and growl.

He'll whisper in your ear sweet nothings and turn around and whisper what he's going to do to you later, and it will be filthy.

He's obsessed with touching you. Grabbing at you. Smacking your ass as you walk past him.

During sex, he loves to leave little finger bruises against your hips and thighs and hickeys against your collarbone and neck.

He's going to want to mark his territory and then show it off.

Depending on his mood or the kind of day he's had, Eddie is either going to fuck you roughly or he's going to take it nice and slow.

He has days where, when he's down, or just having shit luck he'll really take his time and lose himself in you.

He'll become very kissy and touchy, a little more so than usual. He's going to have this need to feel you close and forget about whatever was bothering him.

On some days he sets the mood, lighting candles with music softly playing.

He can be romantic in his own adorable sort of way.

But don't be surprised if he picks up one of the candles to drip wax into your skin. He loves the way wax looks against your skin.

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[starfall-jade]

Not your shade of green - Josh Kiszka

Summary: Reader has had feelings for Josh since childhood, and has had to deal with watching Josh with other girls for so long. Tonight wouldn’t be any different……or would it?

TW: Pining (because it hurts so good), angst (if you squint),Mentions of Alcohol and drinking.

The realization that you had feelings for Josh hit you like a ton of bricks. In the 8th grade when Josh had asked a girl named Jamie to the winter formal with him. It was big and extravagant and you hated it. You tried to convince yourself you hated it because grand gestures give you anxiety, but you knew you really hated it because it was Josh and he was doing it for someone else. You were jealous.

You had become very acquainted with the ugly green monster throughout your friendship with Josh. There had been many weeks of dodged calls and texts after he landed a date, and sudden "family emergencies" at hangouts when Josh invited someone he was interested in to tag along. You were ashamed. Yes, but you couldn't explain the feelings you harbored for Josh, they had kind of just always been there and you didn't think they would ever go away.

You thought you would grow out of your jealousy, and maybe even find the ability to be happy for Josh and search for your own happiness. But, every guy just seemed lackluster when compared to Josh, not as funny, or loving, or attractive. In your mind no one would ever measure up to Josh, and to be honest that thought terrified you. What if you could never move on?

So, that's how you found yourself the night of the holiday party at the Kiszka’s. Already in a bad mood from a long week at work, filled with frustrating customers and your boss grating you about a late project. And being forced to move around the stuffy room of people trying not to bump into anyone on the search for your friends certainly didn’t make your week any better.

Finally your eyes met the outline of the longer haired twin, “Jake!" You called out over the music to get his attention. He was casually leaning against the wall sipping a cup of whatever spiked drink was in the large punch bowl.

"Y/n! Hey, I didn't know if you would make it tonight!"

“Well I thought I would drop by for a little while. After the week I’ve had I could definitely use a few drinks.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jake laughed as he brought you into a friendly hug.

You continued to talk to Jake and were in a very serious drinking game of trying to spot the cringy flirting attempts from others at the party. Needless to say you were a few drinks in and could feel the thoughts in your head getting muddled the more you drank.

“Have you seen Josh? He wouldn’t stop talking about you possibly coming tonight." Jake started back up a conversation after you both called a truce on the drinking game that likely wouldn't have stopped until one of you was on the floor.

“No, you were actually the first I saw when I came in.”

“Oh there he is!” Jake pointed across the room and your eyes followed until they rested upon his twin. Josh was wearing a casual brown jumpsuit, his signature mix between a mullet and mohawk of curls styled to perfection. Josh was of course the center of attention, standing in the middle of the room, talking loudly while surrounded by way too many people.

You continued to stare in that direction, deciding to yourself that you would catch Josh later when he wasn’t surrounded by most of the people stuffed into the house. Then, you caught sight of a particular someone that was standing beside Josh, Gemma.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach, either the alcohol was setting in or that green monster was rearing it’s ugly head.

Gemma was a friend of yours from school, but the two of you hadn’t been friends since you introduced her to the boys. You had spent weeks if not months telling Gemma about the 4 boys that were such a vital part of your life, she had insisted on meeting them as “they sounded like fun”. Only when she did meet them she spent the entire night flirting with Josh.

You wouldn’t have cared very much at all, but the week after Josh was only talking about how big of a crush he was developing on Gemma, that’s what broke the dam walls and your jealousy came rushing out resulting in you avoiding Gemma like the plague from then on. You really didn’t set out to avoid her, but every time you thought about talking to her you were reminded of Josh’s feelings. She would talk about Josh complimenting her outfit, or Josh wanting to take her out, or even about the movie nights with Josh she would spend cuddled into his side.

At some point Josh and Gemma’s relationship fizzled out, feelings were compromised when the boys started to take their music more seriously, and Gemma also set out to make a name for herself as part of an all girl rock group. That fact about Gemma had contributed to your jealousy, not only did she have a great personality, show stopping looks, but she could also play guitar in the league of some of the greatest in history. Why wouldn't someone be attracted to someone like Gemma? And now that her band was hitting success just like the boys, her and Josh seemed to have even more in common if that was possible.

Now, Gemma was standing as close as she could to Josh, her hand resting on his shoulder as she laughed at something Josh was saying. Everything was too much, her laugh too loud and abrasive, her hand too close to his neck, his smile too genuine as he watched her movements. You were not drunk enough for this.

“Jake, I think I need another drink.” The words were followed by a small huff as they exited your lips. But you turned to see that Jake had already drifted towards the group of people surrounding Josh and Gemma at the center.

You trudged over to the small table covered with various spiked drinks and a few bowls of chips and other snack foods, a sour look no doubt taking over your face, you were starting to think you should have just stayed home. Standing by the drink table nursing your much too strong drink, Alone, is how Danny and Sam found you, bright smiles stretched across their lips as they looked over your figure. You flashed them a smile which despite your best efforts didn’t quite manage to reach your eyes.

Noticing this, Danny’s smiling face dropped into a look of slight concern. About to speak up and ask you if everything was okay he suddenly heard Sam’s voice drift over the loud music and other voices filling the room, “You look like someone kicked your puppy.”

“Oh thanks Sammy, that’s just what a girl wants to hear.” Your eyes rolled exaggeratedly, a dry laugh accompanying the dramatic facial expression.

“What he means to say is, everything okay?” Danny interjected before Sam could reply back to your sarcasm with no doubt more sarcasm.

“Yeah I’m all good. Just had a work week from hell and all the yelling in here really isn’t helping.” The half-truth flowed from your lips surprisingly well. Danny had always been your designated person to approach if you ever needed to talk which made it that much harder for you to hold back spilling every detail about the feelings festering in your chest.

“Well if you think I’m going to let you wallow in the corner alone all night, you’ve clearly never met me.” Sam said as he began to drag you by the wrist toward the small group of people dancing near the speakers. You didn’t have time to protest as Sam moved so fast causing your feet to follow the direction of his pulling, finally Sam slowed his pace, the two of you directly in the center of the dancing bodies. Danny soon joining and immediately starting to dance around with Sam, their interesting choice of moves causing laughter to tumble out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but joining in their dance moves, feeling your spirits beginning to lighten as you moved around ridiculously.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the feeling of the music, the flow of the song controlling your body movements. Soon, almost everyone attending the party had moved to the speakers and began to dance, bodies bumping into bodies, couples way too close for comfort. You opened your eyes at Sam's command to "watch this", he pointed at a couple across the floor who were practically eating each other's faces and clawing at each other's clothes. Your face scrunched up in disgust as Sam giggled at your reaction, your eyes drifted over Sam's shoulder to the two figures swaying a few feet away.

Josh and Gemma were dancing to the slow beat of the newest song the DJ chose, but what specifically caught your eye was Gemma's hand, it drifted from Josh's arm up to his neck. She used the hand to direct Josh to look down at her face, a smile making an appearance on his face as soon as he faced her. Your face fell as you watched their interaction, your heart twisting in your chest at the way she touched him, the way she made him smile, the way they couldn't stop talking for more than a few seconds. You always found it easy to talk to Josh but eventually every conversation would drift into comfortable silence as you enjoyed the presence of one another, or so you thought. You suddenly wondered if Josh saw the silence as awkward rather than comfortable, he seemed to enjoy talking to Gemma so much why wasn't he this way with you?

You were put off of dancing at this point, not wanting to stay in the same area and being forced to watch Josh and Gemma dance together as they excitedly rambled and laughed together. You stepped back up to Sam and shouted that you needed some air joking that your social battery was running low when he began to ask what was going on. You shoved your way through the countless bodies before reaching the front door, you let out a huff as you stepped out into the cool night air settling yourself into one of the deck chairs. You were wrestling with your feelings, you knew you shouldn't be acting this way, but every time you looked at them together you couldn't help the immediate jealousy that washes over you.

The door opened and you glanced to your side to see Josh's figure emerging from the house, his eyes looked over you for a short while before he moved to sit in the chair beside you. "What are you doing out here?" Your voice came out quiet, your eyes casted down to the wood floor of the deck. You knew the second you looked at Josh you would feel even more foolish for your jealousy than you already felt.

"Should I ask you the same thing?"

"Where's Gemma?" You chose to ignore his prior comment for fear of outing the real reason you were sitting out here instead of enjoying yourself in the party.

"What?" His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as you finally allowed your eyes to glance over his facial features, you felt foolish. You didn't want to admit that you were jealous of Josh spending time with Gemma, you wished you could say as long as Josh was happy you'd be happy as well but you knew that wouldn't be true.

"You guys seemed to be joined at the hip in there." Okay, so your attempt at hiding your jealousy was not going as well as you'd hoped it would go. Your mouth was moving before your brain could stop the sarcastic comment coming out of your mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Josh chuckled softly, the look of confusion still present on his face,

"Josh, we don't need to talk about it," You sighed and tugged your knees up to your chest, your head resting on them "you can head back inside, i'll be fine."

"And leave you out here all alone? I don't think so."

“I’m not a kid anymore, I think I can handle spending time on my own.” Your chuckle was short and breathy, nothing like you. And of course Josh realized.

“But you shouldn’t have to?” Josh’s eyes were so incredibly soft when he looked at you and at times you thought that was a sign of hidden feelings for you, but you were slowly being convinced it was just a manifestation of the pity he must feel for you.

The boys had amassed worldwide success and yet they still felt the need to always include you, their dear old friend. You however had put your dreams on the back burner as requested by your parents in favor of a “more stable career”, a more stable career that you were miserable doing everyday. Josh was always your biggest cheerleader, stating that he would always have your back if you wanted to chase your dreams, but you could never bring yourself to overcome the fear of what you would have to lose to gain the life you dreamed of. Exactly the way you felt about your feelings for Josh.

“What ever happened to Logan?” Josh broke the silence, the only other sounds being the slow rock of his chair and the soft blow of the wind. He kept having to brush his curls back up from the spots they claimed on his forehead.

“He was a total loser. He asked me on our first date when I’d be willing to meet his wife.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious. He really asked you that?” Josh sat up slightly in his chair his hand landing on your shoulder as his eyes searched your face for any sign of your words being a joke.

“Yeah. And then when she pulled up to pick him up I practically ran to my car.” Your laugh this time was loud and genuine, “guess I don’t have the greatest history with picking the right partners.”

“That’s because you’re not looking in the right place.”

“And where should I be looking Josh?”

“Maybe the boy that’s been in love with you since he was twelve? That would be a good place to start.” Your brows immediately furrowed at Josh’s answer, but mostly at his tone. He spoke like it should be obvious who he was speaking about, as if this boy was right in front of you.

“Who exactly is that?”

“Me.” He was so matter a fact i that moment you swore it took your breath, your eyebrows met in the center of your forehead as a sure sign of how hard you were mulling over his words. He had to be joking, there was no way that Josh held the same feelings for you as you’d always had for him.

“If this is a joke it’s not very funny.” Your heart was racing, seized by the disbelief washing over you.

“No jokes here pretty girl.” Then, Josh’s hands were cradling your face, his soft brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

“When I first realized I had feelings for you I thought if I waited long enough or went on enough dates with randoms they would eventually go away, they never did. And I can’t pretend anymore. Y/n, I think I might love you.” A huff of air left your lips at Josh’s confession, almost like his words sucked the very breath from your lungs.

“Josh, I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since I met you. And every day since I fall more in love with everything that you are.”

Josh’s hand suddenly rested on the back of your head, pulling your face to meet his in a feverish kiss. A kiss that had been waiting far too long. Your bodies in sync like they were meant to be pressing into one another, your hands tangled in Josh’s shirt as his migrate into your hair.

“Y/n are you out here? I’ve been looking for your every- oh.” You pulled away from Josh’s lips at the sound of Sam’s voice as he rushed out the front door with Gemma a few paces behind him .

“I knew it!” Gemma exclaimed a smile resting on her full lips, “Cmon Sam, let’s leave the lovebirds be.”

Gemma sent you a wink as she pulled Sam back inside the house by the sleeve of his shirt as he rambled about owing Jake $20 because he thought Josh was “too chicken to make a move”.

Once the door was shut and the two of you could return to your private little bubble, Josh leaned down to press his lips back to yours. This kiss was shorter than the previous but no less filled with love and intimacy.

“It’s nice to know they had bets on us.” Your forehead was resting on Josh’s as you giggled at his lighthearted comment.

“Bets on you, and I for one am glad you weren’t too chicken.” His hands trailed up your back before suddenly drifting to pinch your sides, causing you to try squirming away from him to no avail.

When you and Josh returned to the party, it was hand in hand with grins stretched across both of your faces. When Jake noticed the two of you his face lit up in a smile, clearly happy for his twin and one of his closest friends.

“Cheers to the new happy couple!” Jake raised his solo cup, causing others in the room to raise theirs in tandem, either with the knowledge of what they were raised for or simply too drunk and rowdy to care.

You were convinced that the happy expression couldn’t be wiped from your face as you and Josh spent the remainder of the night dancing away, tangled in each other without a care in the world. You wished little you could see this right now, you got the guy that you had spent over half your life wishing was yours and you were in total disbelief at being able to call him yours.

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Steddie #80 😘😘😘

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#80: “Teach me?”

@steddieas-shegoes as requested 😉 I hope you like it!

“I’m bored,” Steve mumbles, upside-down on Eddie’s bed, head hanging off the edge.

Eddie snorts. “You’re the one who came over here, Stevie-boy. Pretty sure that one’s on you.”

Steve groans, throwing his hands above his head. It exposes a strip of skin between his shirt and his shorts. His bellybutton is right smack-dab in the middle, and really, what else is Eddie meant to do?

He pokes it.

Steve yelps, flails, then glares at Eddie, who is silently dying of laughter. This is it, this is how he goes. Goodbye, cruel world, he sees the light.

Steve pushes him off the bed.

He chokes on an inhale, coughing. This is really how he goes. Much more likely, in any case.

He eventually gets ahold of himself and stops trying to hack up a lung. Or a kidney. It felt more like a kidney, he decides.

During his brush with death, Steve was looking around his room, unconcerned with the boyfriend he’d almost murdered. “Teach me,” he says suddenly, turning startling hazel eyes on Eddie.

Eddie blinks. “What?”

Steve points at his guitar excitedly. “Will you teach me?”

“You… want to learn how to play guitar?”

“Yeah.”

“…huh.” He considers it for a few moments, then nods and stands, looking around his room. “Where-” he mutters to himself for a moment, then gasps, snaps, and runs out of the room, throwing, “Don’t move!” Over his shoulder.

He returns shortly with an acoustic. Boyfriend or not, nobody is touching his precious.

Heh. Precious. He vaguely wonders how long it’ll take Steve to get annoyed at him for using a Gollum voice, then realizes he’s dating a reformed mean girl who can still out-bitch him, and that he would probably get bored of the voice before Steve would get annoyed by it.

Then he realizes he’s been standing in the middle of his room staring at Steve. Oops. “Here,” he grins, handing over the guitar before moving to grab his ring. Err, guitar. Honest mistake.

He sits across from Steve on his bed, grinning. “Okay. First things first, learning the parts. The three main parts are the head, the neck, and the body.” He touches each part as he says it. “On the head are the tuning pegs, which connect to strings, which connects to the bridge, all the way down here on the body. The vertical lines on the neck are called frets. Those are how you know where to put your fingers. You want to put them directly behind the next fret, which we’ll get to in a minute. Let’s go over the strings, okay?” He strums each of them, one at a time. “E, A, D, G, B, and E again.” He grins. “Guess how my Momma taught me to remember the names.” Steve raises an unsure eyebrow, which is a fair reaction. “Eddie ate dynamite, good-bye Eddie.”

“Eddie!” Steve splutters, laughing.

Eddie laughs back. “What? It’s what she taught me!”

Eventually they calm back down, and Eddie plays a chord. “Here. Copy my fingers.” Steve does, and Eddie has him strum, one string at a time. He nods. “That’s a D chord.”

Steve snickers. Eddie furrows his brows. “A dick-ord?” Steve asks, laughing loudly at Eddie’s entirely unamused face.

Really it’s an act. He’s trying his hardest to keep it together, to stay collected, the teacher.

He fails very quickly, joining Steve in laughter.

“That was terrible,” he informs his boyfriend, who really just looks proud at his terrible joke.

“You laughed too,” Steve reminds him.

Eddie considers this, then shrugs. “I’m terrible. We all knew that.”

Steve squawks in mock outrage. “Hey, that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!”

Eddie collapses in giggles. “Babe,” he says, trying to school his features. He finally succeeds and looks, wide-eyed, at Steve. “You’re ridiculous.”

They both collapse in laughter again. Finally they calm down and Eddie does his best to teach Steve a few more chords.

Steve sighs at the end of their impromptu lesson. “I guess we’ll see how much of this sticks.”

“You’ll get it,” Eddie promises him. “It just takes practice, that’s all. And I’ll always be here for help if you want it.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

Steve keeps at it whenever he can, practicing until his callouses resemble those of his boyfriend, until he’s able to play any chord, until he’s able to pull Robin aside one day and ask her for a favor.

It takes time—a lot longer than it took Eddie, Steve’s sure—but eventually, he and Robin figure out a song. Chord by chord, note by note, they write it out in a way Steve can remember it. And chord by chord, note by note, Steve plays it until he is sure he gets it right.

It’s just in time, too; Eddie’s birthday is coming up. Steve practices every day leading up to it. At least once a day, more if he can manage it, until finally, the day arrives.

He drives over to Eddie’s house as soon as he’s sure he’s awake. “Happy birthday,” he tells his boyfriend, who beams and hugs him in thanks.

“So I do have a present for you,” Steve starts, “but it’s not something I can wrap. And I’m going to ask a huge favor of you.” He leads Eddie back to his bedroom, chuckling when he sees the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I know where your brain’s headed,” Steve chides. “That’s not it.” Eddie looks confused as Steve stops by his electric guitar. “I know no one touches your sweetheart,” Steve starts. “But I’m asking to. Just for four minutes, baby. I can do it without, but you know how different it’ll sound.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve. “What are you planning?”

Steve just smiles and mimes zipping his lips. Eddie smiles like he can’t help it, first just a little quirk of his lips, then all at once, shaking his head as he chuckles. “Alright. Four minutes,” Eddie teases.

Steve nods, suddenly nervous. He’s glad the song starts out slower; there’s no way he could rip out Master of Puppets right now.

Eddie must see his nerves, because he grasps Steve’s hands. “Hey,” he says, looking Steve in the eye. “Whatever it is, I’m gonna love it. Okay? Doesn’t matter what it is, how long it takes, if you mess up. I’m gonna love it. Okay?”

Steve takes a breath, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Okay.” He nods, takes another deep breath, and begins.

The Last in Line starts off pretty easy, and the way Eddie’s eyes light up makes every second learning the song worth it, even with the minute amount of picking he’s doing.

“No fuckin’ way,” Eddie breathes, grinning at Steve. Steve grins back.

He has no idea.

Steve continues playing, starts to sing when he’s supposed to, and Eddie jumps off the bed, dancing around his room. “No fuckin’ way!” He exclaims, and still Steve just smiles.

He has no idea.

Finally, at around three minutes in, the part he was most excited to show Eddie begins. It requires all his concentration, so he only notices after the guitar solo that Eddie had crept closer to the bed and was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, looking up at Steve with what can only be described as a besotted expression. He’s got the end of his sleeve in his mouth, and Steve knows him by now, knows he’s trying to keep calm, knows he doesn’t know what to do with his emotions and feelings. Steve isn’t sure he’s ever loved Eddie more.

Finally he finishes the song. Eddie doesn’t move, not until the guitar’s put away and Steve’s grabbing his hands. “I think you broke me, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, looking up at him with a wondering sort of expression. “You… you learned that? For me?”

Steve smiles and nods. “Robin helped a bunch. Like, it wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t helped.” He bites his lip. He’s sure he knows Eddie’s tells, but still, anxiety creeps up. “You- did. Did you like it?”

“Like it?” Eddie huffs an incredulous laugh. “I’m restraining myself because I think I might fuckin’ propose if I don’t. I- baby,” he says, so full of love that Steve tears up a little. “I’ve never had anyone put this much effort into me before. Well, besides Wayne. But I- you-” he shakes his head, lets out a wet chuckle. “Fuck. I love you. Fuckin’ hell, babe, I really think you broke me.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to Steve’s shoulder, then lifts his head to bite gently at Steve’s shoulder.

Steve, who knows his boyfriend, who knows he bites when he gets overwhelmed, promptly falls even deeper in love with him. “I love you,” he offers softly. “And hey, don’t feel like you have to restrain yourself on my account.” He gently lifts Eddie’s chin, grinning wildly. “Proposal aside, I want to know how much you liked it.”

Eddie nips at his nose. “I can’t tell you,” he says honestly. “I don’t have the words.” An impish grin begins to grow. “But I might be able to show you.”

Steve grins back, wide and in love. “Show me.”

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Lover Of Mine

Chapter 3 of ‘You Don’t Go To Parties’, which is clearly not a oneshot anymore

Part 1  Part 2

Summary: Sam has an odd habit.

Tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! BEWARE!! Masturbation, somnophilia (???? kinda not really, Sam’s having a sexy dream), hair pulling, dirty talk, fellatio (again, not really but technically), sleep talking, general steaminess

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I have never been more grateful that I never have to look any of you in the eye. 

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Danny knew that Sam was a big talker, but not like this.

As much as Sam liked to chatter, it seemed that he did even more of it when he was sleeping. Danny recalled his first sleepover with Sam in middle school where he was woken up in the middle of the night by Sam laughing raucously, muttering something about soccer practice, and then falling silent again, leaving Danny staring up at the ceiling with a confused chill down his spine. It only seemed to ramp up as they got older, with Sam sitting up and having entire conversations by himself in his sleep, many of which were egged on by Danny and the twins. There were entire folders on Danny’s phone full of evidence of this amusing habit, but Sam always scoffed and waved it off as if it wasn’t even him in the videos. 

But these days, Sam and Danny were sleeping in the same bed nearly every night, which meant that Danny had a front row seat to Sam’s sleepy babbling. He didn’t mind the hour or so he lost of sleep throughout the night listening to Sam, feeling more than content to rest his chin in the crook of Sam’s neck and watch his eyelids flutter as he mumbled to the people in his dreams. On the nights that Sam had to work late and couldn’t sleep over, Danny found himself restless in the silence of the night, oftentimes turning on a podcast and burying his face into one of Sam’s shirts in a desperate attempt to replicate the experience that he now couldn’t fall asleep without. Across town, Sam would be having a similar time, pressing his back against a wall of pillows and pretending it was Danny’s firm chest, sorely missing the rise and fall of his breath that always lulled him into a deep, dream filled sleep. 

For the longest time, Sam never shared what he dreamed about. He’d shrug and smile innocently when asked, enjoying the private thrill of getting to replay the events of his dream for the rest of the day. Because the truth was that the dreams that Danny was so invested in hearing about were the ones that had him in a starring role almost every night. Sam couldn’t quite remember when it started, but it had to have been back in high school when he’d woken up from that first dream where Danny had wrapped his hand around Sam’s throat and opened his eyes to a feeling he didn’t even realize he’d been harboring towards his best friend. He had been terrified when Danny had first told him he’d heard him say his name in his sleep, certain that one day he would mutter one of the filthy things he was always whining to the Danny in his dreams, but so far he’d only ever been caught saying out of context snippets that didn’t put him at risk. Considering his track record, it seemed inevitable that Sam would say something a little more incriminating, and he was waiting with bated breath for that day. Or rather, that night. 

-

“Did you set an alarm?”

“Duh,” Sam scoffed, setting his phone on Danny’s nightstand.

“Hey, man, you’re the one who forgot to set an alarm and missed our river rafting field trip,” Danny pointed out, propped up on his elbows while he watched Sam crack his neck and shake his head in annoyance.

“Yeah, one time when we were 14,” Sam muttered. “You need some new material, Wagner.”

“I have, what, 10 years worth of material?” Danny grinned sweetly. “I’ll find something.”

“I hate you,” Sam smiled, craning his neck for a quick kiss. “‘Night. Sorry I have to wake up so early.”

“It’s fine,” Danny assured him as Sam turned the lamp off and pulled Danny’s arm around him. “I have to work at noon anyways.”

“When are you going to give me a private golf lesson?”

“You know I teach children right? It’s the least sexy job in the world.”

“Maybe I just want you to stand behind me and tell me what to do,” Sam teased, backing up further against Danny. Danny laughed and squeezed him closer to his chest, grazing his nose against Sam’s neck to elicit a satisfying shiver.

“You don’t need a golf lesson for me to get behind you,” Danny whispered in his ear, kissing the rosy shell of it and nipping Sam’s earlobe. “I can teach you any ol’ time.”

Sam grinned and reached his hand back to cup the sharp cut of Danny’s jaw, running his fingers over the miniscule stubble as Danny kissed his way up and down Sam’s neck at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You’re killing me,” Sam whispered back, pulling his hand away and tugging the covers closer around them. “Keep this energy for tomorrow night, I’m so sleepy tonight.”

“Fine,” Danny whined goodnaturedly, planting one last kiss on Sam’s cheek and curling around him protectively, wishing there was a way to hold him closer than was physically possible. As he listened to Sam’s breaths even out and his grip on Danny’s hand loosened, Danny drifted off to the thought of all the ways to keep Sam as close as he could. The word “love” drifted around them, but he let it slip away as he himself slipped into unconsciousness.

-

“Danny…”

Danny’s eyes opened ever so slightly, his body and mind weighed down by the peaceful sleep he was still half in. The blankets were tangled between him and Sam, whose head was pressing against Danny’s chin as he fidgeted.

“Mm?” Danny mumbled, unsure whether Sam was awake or not.

Sam giggled in response, the sound muffled in a way that clarified Danny’s suspicions of him being asleep. Danny woke up a little bit more, kissing the crown of Sam’s messy hair and pulling him closer, running his thumb along Sam’s collarbone as he waited for Sam’s next one liner.

“Danny,” Sam repeated, his lips barely moving as his unconscious self animated his sleeping body. “When did…?”

“When did what?” Danny asked quietly. He liked this part of Sam’s sleep talking, when he tried to get as much information as he could out of him so he could try and build some semblance of an idea about what was going on in Sam’s brain. 

“What?” Sam echoed, giggling again. 

“You’re funny,” Danny whispered, his stomach fluttering with adoration as Sam chuckled and then sighed in his sleep. The fluttering picked up when Sam’s soft sigh suddenly turned into a drawn out sigh that hitched at the end with a full body shudder that vibrated against Danny’s chest.

“Yeah…” Sam trailed off, letting out another sigh that morphed into a quiet whine that was over as soon as it started. Danny was more than awake now, laying motionless with his heart racing as Sam arched against him lazily, his backside pressing against Danny’s boxers that were quickly becoming strained.

 “Sam?” Danny asked, his voice barely above a whisper, just to double check that Sam was in fact asleep. This was new, really new, and Danny was surprised at how excited it was getting him.

“There,” Sam said louder, squirming again and letting his arm flop back against Danny’s neck. “There. Yeah. Wh-no. Wow.”

His fingers twisted into Danny’s messy hair and yanked, making Danny yelp in surprise, but not loud enough to wake Sam from his dream. Sam’s grip was ironclad, and Danny panted in sudden, unexpected pleasure as he was forced to look at the ceiling, his member pressed with achingly delicious pressure against Sam as he continued to mutter incoherently and sigh. It was usually Danny with Sam’s hair twisted in his grip, but Danny was surprised at how much he liked the feeling of Sam’s nimble fingers holding him in place, even if he wasn’t awake. His body was alive with want and need, but Sam was sleeping, and he wouldn’t dare do anything without having discussed it prior, so Danny decided to just go along with whatever Sam continued to do.   

Sam finally let go and brought his arm back, letting it dangle over the side of the bed as he seemed to relax, letting out a quiet sigh as Danny tried to catch his breath and calm the adrenaline rushing through him. Danny moved finally, flipping over onto his back with his arm still trapped under Sam’s head, swallowing thickly as he looked down and realized just how hard he was. He closed his eyes and started to distract himself, thinking of a blank white space as he attempted to even his breathing and fall back asleep. However, his attempts were quickly thwarted by Sam squirming again, unconsciously mirroring Danny by turning onto his back and casually stretching his arm out over Danny’s stomach. Danny turned his head to take in the look on Sam’s face, which was a soft puzzle of knitted brows and open lips with a small drop of saliva that shone in the corner of his mouth. He looked so sweet as he settled, but Danny couldn’t help but feel the tension inside him stretch even more as he kept his eyes on Sam’s moonlit profile. Sam’s lips started moving again, gently bobbing open and close, and Danny groaned and shut his eyes again to push down the feelings that imagery stirred inside him. 

“Fuck,” Sam breathed, and Danny groaned again. “Please.”

“Please?” Danny asked, unable to help himself from playing into Sam’s dream scenario. “Please what?”

“Please,” Sam whined in the pitch that made Danny’s head spin. It was pure kryptonite to Danny’s usually firm will, and a sure guarantee during their most intimate moments that Sam would get whatever he wanted. 

“Speak up, pretty boy,” Danny whispered, opening his eyes again to see that Sam was pouting a little. He held back a smile at the sight. He was a brat even in his sleep. 

“Hmm,” Sam huffed, a dramatic sigh escaping him as his hips bucked up against the sheets. “More.”

“More?” Danny mimicked softly.

“More,” Sam asserted, his voice slurred from sleep but still as needy as he was when he begged like this usually. “There.”

“Sam,” Danny choked out, unable to say much else from the lust gripping his throat and body. This was pure torture. He couldn’t touch Sam or even touch himself without feeling weird about it, so he was forced to watch Sam writhe and moan from touches of a version of himself that he was dying to be in that moment.

“H…” The words faded, but rose again with a whine as Sam’s head tipped back into his pillow, his neck arching gracefully. “Harder…”

Danny couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled over onto his front and put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, shaking him gently, whispering his name repeatedly like a fervent prayer. Sam jolted and his head jerked forward before falling back again, his eyes snapping open and blinking in confusion as he came to.

“What?” Sam asked anxiously, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, looking around the room before turning to Danny. He read his expression in a second, his panicked confusion calming into a curious wonder. “Danny? What?”

“You were talking,” Danny started, cutting himself off by hooking his hand on the back of Sam’s neck and pulling him down into a relieved kiss, Sam’s lips warm and his sleepy breath heady. “In your sleep.”

Sam pulled back slightly, his face flickering with sudden recognition and his features flooding with instant embarrassment. He looked down at his lap and ran a hand over his face when he saw the tented fabric and small bloom of wet on his underwear, something that had gone unnoticed by Danny but rendered him speechless as Sam groaned in shame.

“Fuck, I was worried about this,��� Sam muttered from behind his hands. “What did I say?”

“Lots of things,” Danny answered, moving Sam’s hands from his face and holding them to his lips, kissing his knuckles. “Mostly ‘Please’ and ‘There’ and ‘Danny’...” 

He matched Sam’s cadence and breathiness when repeating his pleas and Sam groaned again, flopping face first into his pillow and letting out a muffled yell.

“I’m mortified,” Sam mumbled. “Please forget you heard any of that.”

“Is that what you dream about?” Danny asked gently, settling onto his side and running his fingers through Sam’s rumpled waves. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me?”

Sam was silent, letting out a huff and coming up for air by turning away from Danny, facing the dark expanse of his room as Danny let out a soft laugh.

“Hey,” Danny rasped when Sam looked away, causing Sam to obediently but hesitantly meet Danny’s gaze again. “Tell me about your dream.”

“It’s not embarrassing, come on,” Danny insisted, his hand roaming soothingly down over Sam’s shoulders and side, now unable to keep his hands off of him. “It’s kind of…I don’t know. It’s kind of hot.”

Sam was silent again, but let Danny pull him against his chest and turn him onto his back. Sam smiled despite his embarrassment and put a hand over his face again to mask his flushed cheeks, but Danny grasped his wrist and held it down next to Sam’s head. He climbed over Sam and watched in satisfaction as the smile fell from Sam’s lips and was replaced by a wide eyed stare. 

“No,” Sam whispered, a familiar defiance creeping into his tone.

“Sorry?” Danny asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“No,” Sam repeated, drawing out the “o”. 

“Wrong answer,” Danny replied in a sing-song, grinding his hips down into Sam’s, eliciting a gasp from Sam at the friction against his still sensitive erection. “Tell me.”

“We, uh, we-” Sam stuttered as Danny casually reached down and palmed him through his shorts, the wide expanse of his palm sliding up and down slowly. “We were at my old dorm, but my roommate wa-was gone. Fuck, Dan, come on.”

“Keep going,” Danny hissed, gently circling Sam’s tip through the fabric, the sensitivity in his own erection growing by the second. 

“It, well, it was that twin bed, so we kind of had to, you know, squeeze together,” Sam choked out, letting out a quiet cry as Danny added himself to his grip on Sam, their lengths pressed together.

“Like that?” Danny teased, his voice hoarse as Sam thrusted slightly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam babbled, nodding enthusiastically. “Well, I mean, you were behind me and, uh, you know.”

“Is that when you started saying something about ‘Harder’?” Danny continued on, nonchalantly freeing Sam’s dick from his shorts and shivering at the relief of skin on skin. 

“Baby,” Sam mumbled, his eyes fluttering close and his mouth falling open in a silent moan as Danny kept his relentless, painfully soft pace. 

“Don’t give me that,” Danny chastised, as if he wasn’t already dangerously close to his own climax. “You don’t get anything until you tell me about the whole dream.”

“I did!” Sam wailed, dragging his nails down Danny’s chest and arching further into his touch. “You’re being mean.”

“Sammy.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Sam drew in a shaking breath and, to Danny’s surprise, opened his eyes and made burning eye contact with him. His pupils were wide and his low lids gave a sultry appearance that made Danny’s heart nearly seize. “We were fucking in my dorm. Hard, th-the way you like when you don’t even let me get all my clothes off. Like this. I was, uh, pulling your hair.”

“I remember that part,” Danny grinned, his hand starting to shake as he unconsciously sped up while recalling the moment. Sam flushed even harder than he already was.

“Jesus,” Sam laughed, his breath choppy. “Did you…like it?”

“Don’t tell me I-”

“Yep.”

“Very much,” Danny answered honestly, moving his hand away and smothering Sam’s immediate complaint in a deep, gasping kiss. Sam’s hands immediately grasped handfuls of Danny’s hair and curled his fingers in at the root, anchoring Danny’s head to his as he took control of the kiss and peppered Danny’s open mouth in fast, desperate kisses and bites. 

“You had my head all pressed into the pillow,” Sam whispered against his mouth, relishing in the sight of Danny’s eyes widening in a near pleading way. “That happens a lot in my dreams. I’ll get the upper hand but never for long.”

“How…” Danny’s voice faltered between kisses, the very real possibility of his impending orgasm coming without a single touch starting to crest. “How long have you been having dreams like this? With me in them?”

“Since I’ve been loving you,” Sam breathed, his face pinching with raw emotion and sincerity as Danny searched in his eyes, his mouth agape as they panted in synchrony. Danny swallowed, his hand leaving its firm grip on Sam’s wrist to smooth the sweat slicked hairs off of Sam’s forehead and admire him for a moment. This was one of his favorite looks on Sam, when all he could do was blink up at Danny like he was the only thing in the whole world he’d ever cared to pay attention to.

“Is that okay?” Sam asked, his voice small and uncharacteristically shy.

“More than okay,” Danny promised, dipping down to give him another sincere kiss that he felt Sam smile into. He kept his lips close to Sam’s as he spoke again. “How did the dream end?”

“I don’t know, you woke me up before the good part,” Sam chuckled, nuzzling his nose against Danny’s.

“What would be the good part?” Danny asked with a wicked grin, making a show of licking his palm and taking Sam’s length back in his hand. Sam opened his mouth to answer but the words died on his tongue as Danny started working his hand on him again, his eyes rolling into his head as he zeroed in on the sensation. 

“Hey, focus,” Danny scolded. “Or is this the good part?”

“Uh-uh huh,” Sam agreed, writhing under Danny as his climax built, signaling a rapid approach. “I’m close, please.”

“I bet it ended with you whining like that,” Danny hummed right in Sam’s ear, drinking in the scent of the remnants of his cologne mingling with the sweat settling on his skin. He chuckled lowly at the sound of Sam’s breathing quickening. “Like a slut. But you’re always so good for me. So sweet, my sweet boy.”

Sam keened high in the back of his throat, noises stuttering past his lips as Danny quickened his pace again and started leaving heavy, spit slick kisses on Sam’s neck. 

“Give it to me,” Danny directed. “Come on, angel, finish that dream.”

Sam did just that, letting loose a stuttering moan as he rode out his climax and painted Danny’s fist and arm with his release. Danny whispered a string of praises into Sam’s ear as he calmed down, his eyes fluttering shut and smiling as Danny pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Good job,” Danny cooed. Sam snorted.

“Shut up,” he murmured, licking his lips and drawing in deep breaths. “Fuck.”

“Good one?” Danny asked as he reached past Sam’s head and grabbed a handful of tissues to clean up.

“Yes,” Sam admitted meekly, watching quietly as Danny wiped off his arm, giving him a small smile. “How are you?”

“Great,” Danny smiled back, tossing the tissues in the trash.

“You could be better,” Sam hummed, sitting and giving Danny a look up and down. “You didn’t get taken care of.”

“Didn’t you say you have to be up early?” Danny joked. He wasn’t saying no, though. He was painfully aware of the situation in his lap and the severe lack of Sam’s touch on it. 

Sam shrugged, not offering a response while he maintained eye contact and slowly started pulling his hair back into a ponytail. 

“I’ll be late then, I guess,” Sam smiled, pushing hard on Danny’s chest and sending him falling backwards with his head nearly hanging off the end of the bed.

“Sam?” Danny laughed, propping himself up on his elbows and feeling his cheeky smile fade as he saw the mischievous look on Sam’s face. Sam’s fingers started curling over the waistband of Danny’s boxers.

“Let me tell you about the other part of my dream,” Sam smiled innocently. 

Danny started to say something witty in response, but found himself suddenly unable to speak when Sam’s head dipped down. He became immediately distracted by the motion of it and suddenly was unable to think of much else for the remainder of the night, his thoughts still hazy after they had been cleaned up yet again and eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

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