#highschool sweetheart!sunday

[sharkiethrts]

prompt: meeting highschool sweetheart! sunday for the first time. oh, just how charming he tried to be

relations: sunday x reader

notes: this is modern au! with little relation to the actual story. There are NO YANDERE THEMES in this particular work, I'm more focused on picturing the human side of Sunday (without the detrimental effects of the dream master's manipulations).

warnings: none.

He talks a lot. Though you find that every word he says tend to fill with immense knowledge that seemed to peruse all the right places that clicked all the content your teacher had tried to impart upon the class. At this point, he made the teachers' comments seem more like an add on to his lessons. A rendition, almost.

He doesn't seem to have ever possessed a single vacuous thought in his life.

He's resplendent, too. Which added onto the charm, even if the classmate had found the subject particularly boring, they'd have to focus their gaze on him at least. If his charms hadn't worked (how, even), then his commanding presence should do the trick. Even when he wasn't speaking, you found that your gaze often found their way so incredibly naturally to him.

You think he knows of his charm. Otherwise, why would he be so confident in offering to relay the summary of Kafka's 'metamorphosis' so eagerly to you as an accompaniment to your reading.

"Kafka's self esteem has essentially pledged itself upon the approval of his family, which led to the derelict condition of his heart at the post-climax of the story..."

His voice is nice too. If the noises of the library are a cacophony of miserable sounds, his seems to have conducted all of it into an irie melody. You find yourself wondering whether his interactions with you have been a combination of polite passes and a shackled formality to maintain with another. You aren't an idiot, though you can be rather forgiving to details, you certainly haven't missed the unctuous smile and words he gifts to another.

You'd like to think that you'd be able to catch it when his facade starts showing but with the way his golden eyes introduce you to a drowning reverie, you start to doubt it.

It's not your first interaction, since his eager summarisation of Great Expectations two months ago, he hasn't stopped approaching you.

A part of you start to suspect that he had planned this. Every Friday, twelve forty-five, at the fiction corner.

You'd once change your schedule, moving it an hour later and happened upon Sunday impatiently waiting by the non-fiction corner, just two steps away from the fiction corner. When your eyes met, you think you saw a hint of splendor relief. You had quickly turned away. So you missed the rest.

"Are you perhaps tired?" His questions brings you back to reality, your eyes blinking furiously from how dry it had gotten by the past minute of you completing gazing off, "I understand that you had biology just prior to this, so I'd understand if you'd prefer to talk about something... easier to swallow... Macbeth, perhaps?"

There it is again. His not-so-subtle-now-that-you've-caught-on way of leading your time together to become a plethora of unending adventures. He doesn't offer to walk away but rather, a simple remedy of a new book. Sometimes a longer one, he had tried to sneak Harry Potter in once. Sneaky boy.

Seriously though? Macbeth for an 'easier-to-swallow' alternative? Now he's getting sloppy.

You test him.

"How about we part ways for now?" His eyes turned cautious. You decide to push it further, "I don't wish to burden your... already crowded responsibilities," you're certainly aware of his role as the golden boy of the Oak family, "Nor do I wish to force more ingratiating words out of you," You're certainly aware of his hidden affections for you by now, "Now that I think of it, haven't this been going on for... three months? That doesn't sound too fair to you-"

"-Two months," He cuts you off, his eyes now looking slightly strained. His posture taut, "You shouldn't be worrying of anything of the sorts, I'm completely happy to revise any type of stories you're interested in..."

That reminds you, your lie of being interested in Metamorphosis. You're sure that he hasn't read of it, yet, with his superb recounting of it to you? He must have spent his week revising.

"You don't need to be so... genteel," You smile, knowing exactly what a fool you're making of him, "I'm not exactly the most exciting conversation partner."

"Nonsense!" He cuts you off again, suddenly forgetting his manners, "You make me feel excitable things, I can assure you-" His cheeks suddenly turn red. His mouth closes. Then opens. And shuts again.

You let out the cheekiest smile you can possibly muster, "... Excitable, you say?"

You watch his neatly folded collar wrinkle for the first time.

"Nothing scandalous!"

You weren't thinking of such but now you're certainly curious, "I'm not quite sure I believe you."

Oh, did his tie loosen? A new sight to behold indeed.

Best to come at twelve forty-five sharp next week then.

[wroteclassicaly]

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Dry humping, Steve comes in his pants, language, overall NSFW, mild mentions of roleplay with Steve’s old highschool title, some touching, & Steve tasting the reader off his fingers.

A/N: I get extremely thirsty for Steve, especially when we get new JK content (we’ve been fed)! This fic was inspired by this post… Hope y’all enjoy?! 🤭❤️

If you ask Steve Harrington what his favorite smell is, he’s always going to have the very same answer. You. Hell, you accumulate all of his senses; taste, touch, sight, hearing, and smell. When he isn’t looking at you, doesn’t have his hands on you, isn’t buried with his tongue between your legs or his fingers inside to sample, hear your soft whimpers or pleads, loud yells during your sassier moments, your voice crying out for him, when he can’t smell your perfume on your soft skin, maybe even your body lotion - whatever product you like to lather on — he goes insane. So it’s no surprise that your chlorine soaked skin had driven him to his very brink, causing a defined pout to capture his Cupid’s bow as you slighted his advances to go and take a post-pool bath. No amount of that cute little pearly white smirking that he did, promises that he didn’t mind - none of it worked.

Steve had sulked to the guest shower, retreating after in a new pair of jeans, relaxing on his living room couch, nursing a beer and a sturdy irritation. It wasn’t hot, no, the AC worked fine, but as he ran his hand through his fuzzy sternum-clad mane, his imagination had catapulted beyond reason. He wanted you. His tongue was slick but it wasn’t with you, his fingers dry, his nose inhaling his own apple and cedarwood body wash. He’d looked over and it wasn’t you he saw, just a condensed soaked brown bottle overflowing on the coaster.

“Stevie? Is that the last beer, baby?” He perked immediately, the soft pudge of his stomach squishing against his belt as he leaned up to indulge in two senses; sight and sound.

You’d brought your own toiletry bag, and he was smacked in the face with your delicious fragrance. That, and your baggy t-shirt with a faded logo on it that you had thrifted for lounging purposes, complete with your white cotton panties that had a pink daisy on the crotch.

He needed you.

You barely have time to wash down some sips of your boyfriend’s beer and he’s wrapping his arms around you from behind, letting out a growl in your ear as he falls back onto the couch with you. “Jesus, Steve.”

“I know it’s Sunday, but only King Steve is here, honey.”

“Are you still in your glory years, babe?” You snort softly, even though you are aware of what he’s about to respond with.

“You’re the only one that can call me that now, and, as I recall, “— he cuts himself off, leaning into a sitting position, taking you with him, “— it makes you cum pretty fuckin’ hard, sweetheart,” he rubs a calloused thumb behind your ear, trickling down towards the lobe, before continuing, “and you love how mean I get. Just like highschool, but your pussy is all for me this time.”

You let him maneuver you onto him into a straddle, watching him collapse onto his back, his hands on the fat of your thighs, blown hazel scattering those green specks into the black expanding abyss of his pupils. You don’t bother to deny it, you love playing the nerd that he never looked twice at and he takes on that crowned cocky role, letting your old highschool hierarchies stay in the past, but being able to have fun with them. You take his defined digits as he offers them to you, linking together, pushing them beside his head as you press to him, breasts smashed into his naked chest. Steve expected to take control, ravage you first, however — you shock him. Your teeth nip at his stubble bitten chin, licking your way underneath his jawline and across his jugular, just in time for him to swallow against your kisses. Apparently you’ve needed him just as much, if the newly accumulated warmth in your panties is anything to go by.

Steve can feel it sinking through his denim wash jeans, that sopping wet spot in your cute little panties as you begin to roll your hips back and forth, thighs tightening around his trim waistline. You raise to a height, moving above him, tossing your head back and letting your eyes close. His thick cock swells embarrassingly fast, even for him. You give little mewls in response, taking your still linked hands up and sliding them beneath your shirt, encouraging him, but never letting him get his fill without your guiding hands. Steve surrenders to it, sweat already slicking his chest and matting the hair back, his dick painfully pressing on his zipper.

He tries to plead for you to let him get some relief, but you merely shake your head, too caught up to register. He’s so thick and warm beneath you, dragging along your soaking wet cunt just right, his bulge helping stretch your overly damp underwear over your clit on every thrust of your hips.

“Shit, shit… Honey, are you soaked? Feels like — fuck!”

He pushes your hands out of the way and rips your shirt over your head, you helping him discard it with an audible cast off, automatically letting him play with your tits. His thumbs rub, fingertips pinch at your nipples. His tongue is dry, wanting to kiss you, taste the cream from between your thighs, lick your salty skin. Through his quickening pulse that rushes through his ears, the glassy haze in his eyes — Steve looks down between your legs. He whines, giving you a heightened sense of power and pride.

His view is rewarding, aside from his raging need to cum, he sees the saturated, sticky crotch that darkens the daisy decor on your panties. And it’s seeping out all over him. A sudden tightness latches onto his muscles, clings like a vice, tickling him with an electrifying ache. His eyes widen, lips parting, a desperation he wasn’t aware could come from him appears, “Honey, I’m cumming. Baby, please —“

His toes curl, thighs tremble against yours, his back arching into the raw and untouched stimulation, and you push down, rocking in harder, faster. He’s done for. You spread your legs a little wider, right in time to see his orgasm darken his jeans in a rather… large patch. He’s crying out and panting your name, all the veins in his throat tensing and constricting as he rides the last of it out. It beckons you into helping yourself, his combined essence mixing with yours as you pull your underwear to the side and gently rub your clit back and forth across the mess, the scratchy material wet enough to not hurt.

“Good girl, that’s my sweet fuckin’ babygirl..” Steve has found his voice again, releasing one set of laced hands, reaching to spread your lips apart, his other palming your breast, before sliding up your neck to squeeze and letting his thumb press into your mouth. “Yeah, s’ a good sweetheart for me, sucking on my thumb as you rub this little clit in my cum,” he flicks your button with his thumb, “feel powerful making me cum like that, don’t you? Haven’t done that in years, baby. See what you make of me?”

He’s babbling, disbelief that he resorted to being unable to hold it, that fire too strong, his desire too carnal for you.

You lose control now, bowing over and letting his thumb rest at your lips, both hands raising to suction to his wrist. He licks his parched mouth, pushing his hips slightly to tilt you over the edge and into his hold. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, honey. Holy-fucking-shit!”

The coil in you snaps and Steve sees that translucent cream pour out of your opening and drip onto his jeans. You moan out his name, thighs quaking beyond your control, and you don’t protest him raising up to steal the last of your orgasm in a kiss, his thumbpad slowly working over to your clit to assist your climactic completion. Your heart is racing, lips parting from his with a smack, his finger stilling, swiping through your drenched seam to sample, bringing it up to finally have his favorite taste. You’re grinning, eager to pounce, knowing this night is not over.

Still, you can’t resist the urge to tease, trying to ease the shaking in your jello-fied limbs. “Mhm, looks like you’re gonna need a shower, King Steve, because the nerd just owned you. Can we time travel into 83 to tell you about that?”

With a still heaving, curly and chestnut colored set of tresses, Steve gets that look in his eyes. “You better get your ass upstairs, little girl. You’re wet enough to take me, so we’ll see who truly owns who.”

Mutual parties that belong to one another, but Steve is ready to play and you’re not ready to playfully argue…

// Eat me paragraph //

[issamultistan]

fuck the attitude. | park sunghoon

paring: highschool!sunghoon x fem!reader

wc: 2,905 (two thousand, nine hundred, five)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, mentions of alcohol/drugs and the use of them, not proofread

contents: dom!sunghoon, brat-ish!reader, partygirl!reader, (at first) shy!sunghoon, mean!sunghoon, sunghoon has four fwbs, mentions of hyung line and txt's yeonjun, dirty talk, degradation, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, nipple play, spanking/slapping, fucking in a strangers bed???, use of “sweetheart” , “slut”

notes : INSP BY THIS??? CAPTION??? HELLO D-D SUNGHOON WAS TO HOT PASSING AWAY I NEED HIM OHMYGOD. this was supposed to be a horny thought but i got carried away... LMAOOO

also the way this a year old 😭😭 sorry i disappeared on y’all fr … I ALSO FORGOT TO ADD EVERYONE IS LEGAL 18 OR OVER 18 !!

“what?” sunghoon questions when you abruptly disturbed his concentration.

“c’mon it'll be fun, hoon!” you smile at the male. sunghoon grimaced when he heard the endearment, were the the two of you that close?

well, no.

it all started back in the beginning of senior year, only a few months ago, where you first met sunghoon in your sketching class. he was very quiet at first, too quiet for your tastes. i mean, you were the school renowned party girl. you could be seen at any party that your high school held, no matter if you knew the hosts or not. on the other hand, sunghoon was very different from you. he kept to himself, only having a few close friends, yet still was known as the “pretty prince on ice.” after all, he was amazing at figure skating. your personalities were so different; at least at first.

when you asked sunghoon to attend a party with you, sunghoon nearly wanted to run out of the classroom and never talk to you again. why would you want sunghoon to tag along some stupid party with a bunch of horny and drunk adults?

“okay, no. i am not going to a stranger’s party.” sunghoon drops his sketching pencil to look straight at you. “i don’t wanna go.” he finalizes.

you groan quietly, “why can’t you have some fun? i’m sure heeseung, jay, and jake are gonna be there too.” you smile at sunghoon when you mention his friends. he knew you were going to drag them in soon enough.

“i told you, y/n. no. besides, i have practice.” park sunghoon was lying straight out of his mouth. he only had practices sunday through thursday, but of course, you didn't know that. closing up your notebook you took a good look at the boy across from you.

“no wonder you’re a virgin.” you say, barely above a whisper.

“excuse you?”

a slight laugh exits your mouth, “i mean, if you never go to parties, you surely have never dicked a girl down before. if you have, you’re probably terrible at it and you probably haven't even drank or done drugs.” you chew on your bottom lip as you see sunghoon’s face contort from disgust to anger.

park sunghoon was mad. like really mad.

before the boy could say anything, the school bell rang throughout the campus building, cutting off any words that could've left sunghoon’s mouth.

when you packed up your stuff, you lean against your shared table, “i saw how you got mad, if you wanna prove me wrong, pull up to daniel choi’s house. i wanna see you there, hoonie.”

a slight smirk appears on your face to the point sunghoon wanted to smack it off. the fake sweetness that laced your words got him even more annoyed too. oh, he’s going to prove you wrong.

he’s sure of it.

after the small conversation you had with sunghoon, you wondered why he got so mad. like of course he would since you insulted his sex status, but what made him nearly yell at you? it surely couldn't have just been he was a virgin, right? or the fact he didn't drink or do drugs? it was genuinely the first time you saw sunghoon experience another emotion other than just neutral. even if it piqued your interests, you simply swatted it off your mind.

“hey, y/n!” a voice calls out from you down the hall. you look back and you see jake sim, a friend of yours and sunghoon.

“oh hi, jake! what's up?” jake rarely ever talks to you, even if the both of you had the same calculus class last period.

“hoon’s mad at you.” a slight downturned smile hooks his mouth as he says his words.

you rolls your eyes at him, “i wonder why.”

jake sighs, “he won't say what got him so mad, he just kinda said it was your fault.” the boy shrugs his shoulders as the two of you enter into class.

as the two of you sat down to whatever seat you wanted, you purse your lips, “all i said was he was a virgin because he never went to parties.”

the blond boy stares at you weirdly, as if you said something offensive. “you said what?”

“it’s not that big of a deal, he just can’t take a joke. like if i said that to you, you’d take it lightheartedly, right?” you look at jake expectantly.

“y/n, it doesn’t work like that… besides, what do you know about hoon?” jake scoffs at your previous words.

“let’s see, he’s quiet, ice skates really well... and that’s it. he’s really plain.” you laugh at your own words.

“yeah, and if you were closer to him you’d know he has like four girls on his dick right now.”

what.

“sunghoon? park sunghoon. mr. pretty prince on ice? no way.” your mouth twisted a bit at jake’s sentence. was he really being serious?

“you didn't know? he has a lot of friends with benefits type relationships. all of the girls he’s fucked always say he’s like a sex god.” jake whispers as he sees more students enter into the once empty classroom. “if you don’t change your attitude, he's probably gonna fuck it outta you.” jake jokes before the class bell rang, signaling classes were slowly going to go into session.

for the rest of class, you couldn’t think of a single thought about calc. all you could think was sunghoon.

four friends with benefits? fucked many girls? a sex god? he’d fuck your attitude out of you? what other secrets did sunghoon hid from you? well, you didn't have to take long because just in a few hours, you’ll see.

the clock strikes 21:35 (9:35 pm), meaning daniel’s party would start soon. daniel, or previously known as yeonjun, was an alumni of the current high school you were attending. you first met him in year 9 (freshman) year when he was in year 12 (senior). he quickly became the older-brother-type friend that you would become closer to as the years pass. even though daniel was committed to his college courses, he still had that high school wild party side in him. so every once in awhile, he’d host parties at his (insanely large) house.

as you take a look at the time, you start to get ready, texting your friends now and then, deciding what to wear. once you finished getting ready, you take a glance at the clock again. 22:18 (10:18pm). perfect.

you finish yourself up and met your friends outside as all of you drove to daniel’s house. even if you were already having fun with your friends, a particular someone stayed in your head. butterflies were swarming your stomach as you kept on thinking of jake’s words, “if you don't change your attitude, he’s probably gonna fuck it outta you.”

what were you thinking? it’s not like sunghoon was going to fuck you... unless?

the smell was just putrid. sex, alcohol, drugs, sex, alcohol, did you say sex yet? it was only half an hour into the party and yet you can see multiple people passed out on daniel's living room couch, a bunch of horny teenagers trying to suck their faces off, a group trying cocaine for the first time, park sunghoon looking so fucking hot, and— park sunghoon? didn’t he have practice?

too dumbfounded by the way sunghoon looked, daniel spotted you. “y/n!” you nearly knocked daniel down by jumping into his arms and hugging daniel. “you’ve grown so much! how’s been senior year?” he asks, trying to stabilize himself from nearly falling back first.

“it’s been great, danny.” the nickname brings a wave to nostalgia as he gives you a red solo cup of some random alcohol you could care less about.

time passes and you surprisingly haven’t drunken much nor did any lines of coke, smoked a blunt, touched molly— you get it. instead, you kept an eye out on sunghoon. as said he has specifically four girls he has his hands constantly. what a player. you internally roll your eyes at the man only a few feet away from you in the kitchen. sure, he was attractive. it’s not like he could pound you until your brain is fucked out in the best way, making sure his cock is brushing so deep in your pussy— what the fuck.

daniel thankfully interrupts your stupid thoughts by pushing you another cup of alcohol, “drink?”

you smile at his completely drunken state, “thanks, danny.”

“i think that should be enough for tonight, sweetheart.” the deep voice made you flinch, making your back hit the person’s chest. it's none other than park sunghoon, in the flesh, looking obnoxiously hot.

“who are you to decide how much i drink?” you quirk an eyebrow at the taller boy, taking a liking to the nickname.

“i just think that some people shouldn’t drink too much.” sunghoon says nonchalantly.

before you can properly retort back something witty, daniel stands on the kitchen counter. “i’m just gonna say this once because i’m probaby gonna be wasted soon but let’s do a cheers because i say so!” daniel was wacked out of his mind but, it was a funny kind of wacky. you raise your cup along with everyone else in the room and cheers with daniel. you take a glace back at sunghoon and instantly regretted it.

as he rose his cup, he bites his lower lip attractively, making his dimples become prominent to the eye. he then downs his drink in one fast gulp, sighing from the alcoholic drink afterwards. “you’re staring too hard, sweetheart.”

“i’m not.” this time you were the one lying out of your mouth. “why would you care? didn’t you have practice to attend? or your little girlies?”

a scoff comes from sunghoon, “sorry i lied, sweetheart. i don’t need them either, i have better things to do.” he presses a hand against the counter next to you, practically caging you in his body.

“like me?” you joke at first.

“yeah, like you.” a smirk appears on his face as he looks down at you. sunghoon knew too well what he was doing. the eye contact was unbearable, your breathing became ragged, and your drink moving around in your cup due to how shaky your hands have gotten. you bit your lip to silence yourself of saying anything more embarrassing.

“where’s that little y/n that teased me for being a virgin, huh? because all i see is a little slut just begging for my cock in her.” sunghoon playfully moans in your ear as he says the word “begging”.

gluping down the nervousness you try to think of something to say, “i’m not begging unless... you... i don't know... fuck the attitude outta me.” you mock sunghoon by moaning “fuck” and restating the words jake told you earlier.

“oh, i will.”

sunghoon immediately pulls you to a random room upstairs in daniel’s house and pushes you towards the bed, making you bounce lightly on the mattress.

“i’m gonna fucking ruin you.” and that’s what sunghoon did. stripping you from your jeans and panties, he latches his lips over your clit, sucking harshly at the bud. your hands find his black roots, pulling him closer to your cunt.

“so fucking needy, aren’t you? you’re so cock hungry for me, huh? haven’t even done anything but sucking on your stupid clit.” sunghoon mutters against your labia. his voice vibrates against you in the best way possible.

“fuck— yes i am— only for you!” you weakly murmur, unable to create full sentences with the amount of pleasure sunghoon provided. his strong arms wraps around your thighs, pushing you down to the mattress. your legs also find their way around his head, making his tongue fully insert itself into your hot cunt. lapping at your juices, in just a few minutes, sunghoon’s face became all messy. your voice raises in pitch as you sputter out, “coming— sunghoon!”

even if your high came crashing down, sunghoon smirks against your cunt, “yeah that’s right, come for me, say my name when you come.” a smack against your ass rippled through your veins as sunghoon kept on devouring you whole. with that, sunghoon bores his eyes into your as he flattened his tongue right on your cunt. you couldn’t look away. it was too much, you were so close coming undone over sunghoon’s tongue again.

“no— sunghoon— too much— want your cock.” your voice trembled but you tried everything you could to at least sound coherent enough.

“hmm? too much? don’t you mean too good? you’re gonna take everything i give you, got that?”

you felt like you were on cloud nine. even if sunghoon was just eating you out, he looks good doing it. a little too good. a smug smile as he eats you out, his nose and mouth all up in your pussy, and his strong arms hooking under you to make sure you don’t move. everything was so attractive.

with one last flick of his tongue, you came for the second time that night. you weren’t the one who would have multiple orgasms but, you might just have to try it because of sunghoon.

in such a short amount of time, you came twice. all from sunghoon eating you out. jake wasn’t joking around. sunghoon is like a sex god.

your thighs immediately clamp up after sunghoon removes himself from your pussy. he raised up to take off the layers he had on him but he laughs at you once he sees you trying to regain breaths, “awhh, is my tongue too much for you sweetheart? i didn’t even finger you. this stupid little cunt just loves coming, huh?”

one of his hands fiddle with his jeans, taking them off, while the other slides to your slick cunt and slaps it a few times. each time more and more of his saliva and your cum splats on his hands, causing him to get impossibly harder.

“i’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard you’re crying for me to fill you up.” sunghoon grunts as he presses his tip on your opening, gaining the wetness on his cock. you simply moan back, you wanted his cock. you wanted to go dumb on his cock. that was all you needed.

once his cock fully slides in you, he takes no chance and starts roughly thrusting into you. it didn’t take that long for you to start moaning his name again. the bed was rocking to his motions, your hands on his chest trying to have some balance while his hands are secure on your thighs; pushing them along to his pace.

“ngh— sunghoon, fuck! more please, please sunghoon i need more—!” you mindlessly babble. you were experiencing so much pleasure, you didn’t even know you wanted more. your brain and your heart were jumbled up together.

“yeah? more? you want more you needy slut? alright, i’ll give you more.” hoon starts peeling off your top and bra, fighting the urge to just rip them off. he then grabs your sensitive nipples and twists them. the shocking pleasure has you nearly screaming for sunghoon. there’s so much happening, you couldn’t care if anyone could hear you outside.

“does it feel good, y/nnn?” slurring his words near the of you name. “look at you shutting your eyes, you love this!” sunghoon laughs as he kept on having a stable pace. his cock is so loose in you and the tip is practically abusing your cervix over and over.

sighing, moaning, groaning, grunting, whimpering was the only thing left in the room. along with sunghoon’s cock in you, of course. you were at the brink of that knot completely snapping in your stomach. it was so close; it was right there. tears even start dripping down to your cheeks, not in sadness or pain. but in delight.

the waves of pleasure were crashing down soon. they were waves crashing slowly. you needed those waves where they’d crash down fast. third orgasm was even better than the first.

“sweetheart, you’re crying? crying on my cock? fuck— you’re desperate to come.” sunghoon grunts as another bead of sweat starts dripping along his hairline. he was on the edge too, he needed it as much as you. a barely heard “mhmm!” escaped your lips as a response.

“god— sunghoon! use me— wanna have your cum in me— please!” you creak out. sunghoon laughs at your poor attempt of talking.

the warm, nearly silky feeling of my white strings of his cum was all in your pussy. snug, full, and filled. sunghoon’s arms gives up and falls right besides you.

“don’t ever say i’m a virgin again.” sunghoon groans as he takes his thrown off t-shirt to clean off yours and his cum off of you and him.

“i was just joking! hoon— fuck. you are a sex god.” you can’t help but laugh a bit.

“sex god??? who told you that.”

“… jake.” you reply.

“whatever, at least i got to prove it to you that i’m not a virgin.” hoon rolls his eyes at you.

“yeah but, i sure don’t think we can still be friends after this.” you sigh, looking at the ceiling above you.

“who said we were?”

“what?”

“who said we were just friends?”

who knew sunghoon wanted to fuck from the start?

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[slutnali]

snippet sunday

i would call this a 6 sentence sunday but well, this is wayyy past 6 sentences. this is from an old oneshot but i changed the pairing up. maybe i'll finish it.

Despite the muffled music coming from the main showroom downstairs and moans belonging to another patron only a room over, Anetra snaps out of her daze upon hearing the alarm go off followed by a sharp knock at the door.

“Give us a minute!”

It was a simple reminder notifying them that their time slot was up, though, without skipping a beat the brunette suggests in a murmur,

“What’re you thinking, baby? Wanna spend more time with me?” To make matters worse, as if she’d known Anetra would need a bit more persuasion, those plump lips continue trailing along her jaw ultimately reaching right below her earlobe.

As intoxicating as Mirage was with her lingering touches and honeyed whispers, Anetra sobers up some— well, enough to take a glance at her phone screen and read the time.. It was nearing two am and unsurprisingly the only missed texts she had were from the groupchat with her friends.

“I, um—” She shakes her head as if willing away the pent up desperate need and want for Mirage that’d built over their time together. “I have a boyfriend.”

She thinks the confession would be enough to ruin their exchange and that she’d (rightfully) be annoyed with her, but Mirage doesn’t seem the least bit phased. 

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

Her reply is blunt, perhaps somewhat unkind, but at least she’s honest.. And the realization hits like a bucket of ice cold water had been dunked over her head. 

This wasn’t just Anetra going out to have fun on girls night, she’d practically cheated on her highschool sweetheart with a stripper... even if they technically hadn't done anything other than kissing and groping.

Another knock at the door has their gazes meeting in the middle once more with Mirage tilting her head and twirling her ponytail, “Time is ticking babe and my time equals money.”

[chrissy-n-eddie]

AU where Chrissy and Eddie grew up in two different small Indiana towns but meet later when they move to the same Big City. Eddie runs a rock bar with his buddies and Chrissy is recently (very messily) single and living in the apartment above.

They meet for the first time when, on a busy Friday night, water from Chrissy's apartment starts leaking through the light fixtures and all over the bar. Eddie goes up and bangs on her door until Chrissy answers, with soaking wet hair and skin pink from the bath wearing nothing but a puffy towel. She can't stop apologising (it's not even her fault, it's some kind of plumbing issue) but Eddie is immediately lovestruck. They stand there chatting for twenty minutes while everyone's sitting downstairs in the bar with the lights out. And they find out they've lived one town over from each other their entire lives. They exchange numbers. Y'know. Just in case there's ever another emergency.

Eddie likes to rota himself in for the Sunday dayshift. He's always hungover, but it's slow -- only a couple regulars. And usually he snacks on salted peanuts and works his way through the stack of sci-fi and fantasy novels he keeps on a shelf beside the bar.

Chrissy starts coming down regularly and has an apple juice or a seltzer, curled up in one of the booths. She brings a magazine down the first time, but ends up starting the Hobbit when she asks for a recommendation and Eddie talks about it for about ten minutes straight with this enthusiastic intensity that makes her blush. And they get drunk together after his shift sometimes.

Chrissy is horrifically bad at pool. Eddie is completely charmed by this and tries to teach her. The first time, Chrissy almost knocks his teeth in with a too-enthusiastic shot that Eddie just manages to dodge. He still ends up with a massive bruise by his collarbone. Chrissy almost cries with guilt, but Eddie practically pisses himself laughing and then keeps pulling down the collar of his shirt for the next week to show everyone his big purple bruise.

She comes to see Corroded Coffin play on Thursday nights, always drinking some wild concoction of a cocktail that Eddie shakes up for her and slides across the bar to her for free under the guise of 'recipe testing'. And later when he's revved up and sweating from the show, he takes her for a spin around the beer-sticky floors, their hair whipping around to the beat of all the rock and metal music Chrissy's never heard before.

And Chrissy is fresh out of a six year relationship with her highschool sweetheart and only just starting to find herself. She spews the whole sordid story to Eddie, too drunk and after closing one night, over one of the booths while he hands her bar napkins to wipe her tears. And then he tells her he's sorry and makes her laugh into her drink so hard it all comes out of her nose. Chrissy says she wishes she knew him in highschool.

And what Eddie doesn't tell her then is that he's pretty sure he's already in love with her. That every time he looks at her he wants to kiss her. That meeting her is probably the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Instead, he says he wishes he knew her in highschool, too. And she grins at him so big and goofy and pretty that his heart almost caves in, and he decides that yeah, he can wait for her to find herself, or whatever. He can wait until she's ready. Of course he can. If anything is worth his patience, it's Chrissy Cunningham.

(of course, Chrissy is in love with him too. they figure it out eventually)

[annamaria-hawkins]

Still here

One: The one after the summer vacation

Eddie Munson x female OC/Original characters x female OC (platonic);

No specific physical characteristics mentioned, only some minor outfit descriptions

Synopsis : The one where the Hawkins High sweetheart shows her true colors to the towns freak metalhead.

Trigger warnings: mentions of grief, death, mental illnesses, struggles with depression, fluff with even more angst, basically a self insert that I made to comfort myself in the middle of the night, huge warning for mentions of terminal illness. If you're not comfortable, please do not interact.

Side note: this is my first ever work, and English is not my native language, so I'm sorry if this has some errors

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The fall of 1985.

To some it was the most stressful time of their lives. Freshman taking their first steps into highschool, seniors freaking out about what will they do after the school year ends. Not Eddie though, Eddie had his fair share of stressing over senior year. More than once. But this year, this year is going to be his year. He can feel it. Even more so after stepping into his first class solid 20 minutes late and seing the only free seat was next to her.

Veronica Stinson.

The transfer student that came to Hawkins at the end of last school year. Everything that was known about her within the first week was her name, that she was a straight A student, and that she was possibly the nicest, kindest soul to step into Hawkins High. How it was even possible to both be in good relations with the cheerleaders, as well as the shy bookworms, theater kids, and the school band, nobody really understands. But one thing was for certain, she was the golden girl. The little miss princess. And damn, did Eddie love the little princess' attention.

Veronica startled and turned to her right as the well known long-haired metalhead very dramatically took his seat, immediately turning to her.

"Hey there sweetheart, did you miss me this summer?" He teased, as he proudly took out a single crumpled piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and a pencil that seemed as though it went through a warzone.

"Did you wake up and immediately decide to be the vain of my existence today?" She replied, half jokingly.

It was in their nature to tease each other, considering the end of last semester they had to work on a history project together, which ended up being 3 pictures glued on a piece of cardboard with crooked text written in glitter gel pens, due to them using most of their time that was supposed to be dedicated to the task, actually sitting on the hood of his van, exchanging funny anecdotes of their lives while he smoked some weed. The teacher was honestly pleased that they even managed to do anything at all, considering Eddie's previous work throughout the years.

"Well we have months of catching up to do, sweetheart. It was of course in my best interest to start as soon as possible, so how was your summer back home?"

To that question, Veronica visibly tensed up. There wasn't much that Eddie knew about her family, but one thing was sure that everybody knew, and that was that the Stinson family was close. Very close. Mother working at the counter in a local store, father working in Hawkins Post, oldest daughter a student in Indiana, and their youngest daughter a straight A senior. Veronica's friends always knew that, while Fridays and Saturdays were mostly free, Sundays were an absolutely no for any sort of social hang out. Sundays were reserved for family time, going to dinner, catching a movie in the cinema. It was always heartwarming to see a family that was so close and enjoyed each other's company.

So when Veronica looked obviously upset to the given question, it made Eddie curious. Or better said, worried.

Before he could ask anything further, their attention was taken by their teacher threatening with after school detention if they keep on talking. Just as the bell rang and Eddie was ready to continue his questioning, Robin Buckley was already by the door, waiting for her friend so they can skip on to their shared Music class together. With Robin, Veronica seemed relaxed, smiling and laughing at another Robin's rant about Steve being a dungus, as she would often say. So maybe Eddie didn't see right, maybe it was all just in his head.

Until the lunch period came around.

As he entered the lunch room, ready to look for some lost sheep willing enough to join his evergrowing Dungeons and Dragons club, he failed to notice that a certain someone is no where to be seen. It wasn't until later, when he was walking towards his favorite drug deal spot, the little bench and table in the woods near the school, that he heard quiet sobs.

Cries so soft, yet not even seeing the person, he could hear the pain, the pure suffering echoing through the woods. He started slowly approaching, making sure not to make too much noise as to not alarm the person, until he came close enough to take notice of the dark purple knitted sweater. The same sweater he saw earlier that day.

"Veronica?"

The girl in question jumped up at the voice, quickly wiping her face with her sleeves. "Oh hey Eds, sorry i occupied your spot." She said, putting on a smile, as if she wasn't crying her heart out mere seconds prior. "Do not worry, my kind nobleman. I will be out of your hair in no time." Eddie didn't know what was scarier, that the girl in front of him managed to put on a smile after being so upset, or the fact that if he didn't hear the cries he would've believed that smile.

"Hey, it's okay. This is your space as much as mine, sweetheart. But, are you okay?" He couldn't help but worry. He never saw Veronica in distress. Never without a smile on her face, lighting up the room whenever she entered. Cracking jokes with Crissy, and the next moment asking Eddie how is his campaign going. "Me? I'm fine Eddie, no need to worry!" Picking up her bag from the ground, she started walking away until Eddie grabbed her bicep, stopping her. "I know we usually tease each other, and we sure have a lot of laughs honey, but if something's bothering you, you tell me. Alright?" He sounded so sincere, so gentle, it made Veronica's facade almost fall. Almost.

"Don't worry handsome, everything is under control."

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The next few weeks felt just like the old times. It seemed like everyone was starting to get used to the usual schedules and hectic lifestyle of being a highschooler, the laziness of summer slowly but surely being replaced by stress of upcoming assignments and tests. The Dungeons and Dragons club, also known as Hellfire, welcomed their new meat into the assemblé. Dustin, Lucas and Mike seemed like the perfect addition to the group, although they claimed that their friend Will was far superior in the game, given his title of their own Dungeon Master from back in the day.

All felt right in the world until Eddie noticed one Monday morning that Veronica didn't seem to show up at their shared classes. Neither did she show up the next day. Nor the day after that. It was on Thursday that he finally approached Robin to ask where her usual partner in crime is. "She's home, dipshit. She didn't feel good." That was the one and only reply he got that day, so he had no choice. He had to go see her.

Knocking on her front door, he doesn't get a reply. He doesn't even hear footsteps inside the house. Just pure silence, emptiness. He was just about to give up after his third attempt when he heard glass shattering inside the home. Thinking of the worst imaginable, he quickly turned the knob, discovering that the door was actually unlocked, and he had quite a sight to see upon entering. At the top of the stairs looking directly at the entrance, sat Veronica with a broken frame, glass all around her, crying like her life depended on it. Rushing to her side, he carefully picked her up, making sure that she wouldn't get cut by any surrounding glass around her, and went down the stairs to place her carefully on the sofa in her living room.

"Sweetheart, what happened? Did someone hurt you?" He couldn't stand the idea of anything happening to her, and keeping his composure and not freaking out in front of her took the most strength he had.

"I can't do this anymore, Eddie. I ca-can't. It's too much. It-it hurts to mu-much." She couldn't calm herself even if she tried. Every deeper breath felt like a stab to her lungs. She felt like she was drowning. Drowning, without anyone to pull her out.

Eddie couldn't understand at first. What in the actual fuck was going on? Nothing made sense to him until he saw it. On the little table next to the couch, was a framed photo. A man in a nice button up shirt, looked freshly shaved, probably on some kind of celebration. Black and white. With a teacup candle lit next to it. He knew that man, he saw him leave her house in the mornings when Veronica's car broke down and she needed a ride to school.

Her father.

"Sweetheart please, calm down for me okay? Breathe with me." He tried to get her to take deep breaths with him, but all he got in reply is even more sobs and Veronica shaking to the point of Eddie believing this wasn't just crying anymore, it's a whole panic attack. "Okay darling please look at me, okay? Can you tell me five things you can see? Can you do that for me, baby?" He prayed that this would work. It had to work. It worked all those early nights in the trailer back when he first started living with Wayne. His uncle always knew the right methods of calming him down, and Eddie was not about to give up until he was certain you were fine.

"I-I can't. It hurts. It fu-fucking hurts. I can't take i-it anym-more!" The sobbing turned into yelling as she started shaking even more. "Please baby I know you're in pain and you're scared but please, listen to my voice. Focus on me and my voice, okay?" He took her face in his hands, the coldness of his rings seemingly taking her attention for a split second, which gave Eddie the perfect opportunity.

"Remember your first week of school? You were wearing that white blouse with the wide sleeves and your long black skirt, curled hair and everything, looking like a true little witch from Salem and shit, babe." That last comment managed to get a sloppy smile on her face, reminiscing on the the first day, and their first meet. "You looked like such a lost little puppy sweetheart, I swear you managed to melt even the coldest of hearts like mine. And even when later on in the day Carver told you to stay away from us freaks, you proudly took our side. Told his snobby ass to learn how to be a decent human being before ever approaching you again. That was when I knew you would become one of my only true friends." He skipped the part where he felt like his entire world stopped the moment her sweet voice asked him where the economics classroom is, or how his heart skipped a beat when he heard her defend his honor, or how he couldn't wait for the stupid summer to be over with so he could see her cute face again. He placed his head on top of hers, one of his arms wrapped around her, while the other one stayed free in case she didn't feel comfortable enough for a big bear hug.

"You, Veronica Stinson, are something this shitshow of a town was missing for years."

Veronica's breathing calmed down enough for her to actually register in her mind what is happening, but the tears didn't stop falling. It was a while before she managed to speak up in a raspy voice.

"We moved to Hawkins thinking it will be better for us. We won't be in the big, busy, loud city. We will be at peace. And we will be surrounded by these trees and we will take walks and go to the movies and we will all be okay. It wasn't until i finished the semester that he got worse. First was the pain in his arm, and we all told him to stop working himself to the point of exhaustion. He always put himself last, even when we begged him not to. By the time we went to our hometown, it was already late."

"We couldn't do anything, the doctors wouldn't do anything. We were forced to watch him struggle in his bed for weeks before he was even hospitalized, and even that didn't matter because we got the call after two weeks, the nurses giving us their condolences."

Now it wasn't only Veronica crying. Eddie couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he couldn't believe that for days, weeks, she would show up in public like she was perfectly fine.

"Ronnie, I am so sorry. I didn't know-"

"Of course you didn't know. Nobody knows. I don't blame you. But when you're the little miss perfect, no one cares to check in. It's all great when I can help others, I have the perfect life, the perfect grades, everything that has to do with me is perfect, and I help everyone around me whenever needed. But did anybody even dare ask anything? Do you think that Crissy or anyone of my so called friends even noticed I was miserable? And the funny thing is, you were actually the only one besides Robin who even noticed i was gone. That's the sad truth, you're always good enough when you can help others, but when you're the one needing help, people won't even bat an eye."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, before saying the most painful truth she's been hiding in herself for months.

"I pray to lord every night not to wake up in the morning."

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This is part 1 of a multipart series, I am still not sure for long I will make the said series, we will see as time goes on. I hope you will support this little work of mine and i wish you all only the best!

[katsukikitten]

hi kitten i would love to hear more about kitten x akaza

🙏🥺✨️

ps ilysm kisskiss

Oh my good Leese 😭 which version of him?

I have two fav aus, they're modern. One he's a drummer 🥴 and we're actually like highschool sweethearts but my aus are complicated and his band manager thinks the girlfriends of the bands are holding them back so he sets it to look like the band members cheated. So I leave, get my life together but because I still love him I vague on Twitter and his resolve to give me space is waning.

My other fav one is moving across country to escape my old life and not realizing my roommate was going to be a guy. The landlord being his uncle and he says he'll move out but I tell him he's fine. He acts very much like a boyfriends would. He likes me right away always takes care of me even when I'm being a stubborn brat. We cuddle (accidently) on the couch of our clean apartment, burning through half a candle when we accidentally fall asleep on a Sunday afternoon. He'll get a call from his friend and his pretty girlfriend who invites over for Sunday dinner. We'll agree but take our time getting ready. Slow fuckin on the couch and Hakuji (Akaza) will take the long way on his motorcycle when the weather is nice because he knows I like to ride with him.

In all my aus, unless he's a demon, his hair is black and his eyes are blue (human form of him actually) but he keeps his throat tattoos, his arm band tattoos, and his finger tattoos.

Thank you for asking weese 🥺 I love you lots too 🥺 I'd love to hear about your selfships 👀

[clivepreaker]

[TIMOTHY OLYPHANT, CIS MALE, HE/HIM] ever heard about [CLIVE PREAKER]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [ARTICULATE & MODEST] but also [IRREVERENT & PASSIVE], no wonder they’re called [OVER THE HILL]. According to local legend, they’re [FIFTY-TWO] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [THE ROAD TO CAIRO by DAVID ACKLES ] following them. Some say they carry [A WEDDING BAND THAT’S NEVER LEFT HIS FINGER, LOU REED MIX TAPE, and A ROPE TIED BRACELET ] and have been traveling with [THE MILITANTS].

long biography .

google doc.

about .

It was supposed to be what he wanted, it was everything he was supposed to do. Clive made sure he followed that template to a T, anything and everything he was told to do. The checklist of life. Work hard to give your wife the life she deserves, attend church every Sunday, say grace before every meal, visit your parents on holidays. It wasn’t new, or groundbreaking, highschool football co-captain, marrying his highschool sweetheart, settling down into this life together. Kristin, she was a cheerleader, with a smile like the summer’s day. And enough warmth, Clive thought it just might be enough for the both of them. For him this life was always so close to perfect that it didn’t matter it wasn’t.

He grew up on the rougher side of town, but his parents did their best to provide most days at least. His father was a cowboy, working on the ranch on the other side of town, the same place Clive would get his first job. Bruises under the sleeves of his shirt, hands learning calluses as he hauls out hay bales with the rising sun. For the longest time, it felt like there was no rest. Just a gnawing, ever present ache. He thinks maybe it was a loneliness he’d known his whole life. It turned out it was the same echoing emptiness his father also felt. That would be evident the day he found him. Everyone else told themselves it was an accident. Good men with accidents don’t go to hell after all.

Clive’s not sure he’s ever consciously made any decisions in his life, or if everyone else has just told him the life he should be living. “You’re a bright young boy, Clive. Don’t waste that.” His mother would tell him, maybe she was right. Maybe he wanted her to be right so much he let it be so. He’s not even sure he would have asked out his wife if his best friend hadn’t told him to. He doesn’t think he would have even asked for a daughter if it wasn’t for her asking in the quiet of the night. But he could never blame her, he’d know the way he was distant some days, hard to love. It must have been lonely.

When they lose their daughter, she was only twelve. Clive thinks he should have known that she would have been poisoned by the same overwhelming cavernous emptiness he’d tried to swallow most days. He tells his wife he loves her, and he does. Always and forever there for one another.They try to stay strong for one another. But god how he’d pray he could do so much more for her. That was what he was supposed to do right? Everything felt like it would be collapsing, but that was just the thing about the white picket fence, you were never allowed to show the weight it had. But when life takes punch after punch after punch, that veneer gets harder to hold. Loosing Kristin felt like it was his final breaking point, but the lord clearly felt as if he could handle losing his job as well. At first he drank too much, stumbling out of bars back to his car, and driving to some abandoned lot just to save the embarrassment of admitting that he’d failed.

Even now there’s still something of a sadness staining his smile, that’s settled deep in his bones. But he tries to keep lost in this life. The stories others have to offer, the community of those around who seem just as lost as he feels. And then there’s the days that keep him here, those days where fresh air fills his lungs, and even just for a moment it feels like for the first time in his life, things are going to be okay.

aesthetics .

pinterest .

[sharkiethrts]

will probably post a highschool sweetheart!sunday (modern au) in a few hours just to prepare for an english exam tomorrow afternoon. don't mind if i sneak in a few... unconventional vocabularies in there..

Do check it out though :)

[mad-hunts]

✿ :)

hellooo, and happy sunday, @lvebug!! first, i just wanted to say thank you for being interested in barton's character + interactions with him and that i think andie seems like honestly SUCH a cool character. but without further ado, let me get started on this relationship meme and give some context behind the different things that are chosen: bolded dynamics are ones that i could definitely see, italicized ones are ones that i could maybe see, and striked-through dynamics are things that i can't really envision between our characters.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

okay!! so, now that i'm done with the chart, let me just put a little disclaimer here: just because i might've marked something on here doesn't mean that it's set in stone, as i know that dynamics between characters can sometimes change over time and if you have ideas of your own as to what kind of relationship they could have, then i'd love to hear them and we could definitely plot them out together if you'd want to do that. i don't want to make you feel stuck with these things after all BUT for now, i just wanted to sort of explain why i marked friends and frenemies on here, as i feel like having some background behind that could help. but it has to do with the ' fake friends ' tag that i marked in bold in the friendship section and whenever i marked it, i was thinking that because barton does sometimes make friends with non-villainous people to curb his loneliness or sometimes just because he feels like he has to ( for instance, if they were working in close proximity for a while with other, he would not want to appear suspicious around them ) and so there could potentially be a kind of artifical and/or just sort of untraditional friendship between them on barton's part. though, i'm sure if they were to become friendly towards one another, that andie would probably not participate in the whole ' fake friends ' thing so i really only marked that for him.

or, i could maybe see barton trying to form a friendship with her because of how their circumstances are, but ending up figuring out that... huh, they really don't seem to share a lot in common because of how barton is and as a result, he inadvertently begins to dislike her secretly inside since he's kinddd of a hater ( okay he is very much one LOL ) even though there is nothing wrong with andie as a person and thus, that is how the frenemies tag was brought about. as for her possibly being a good influence on him — i could perhaps see him helping her out with one of her events in the case because he got dragged there or something, though to be honest, i'm nottt entirely sure whether that is something that andie would do so please correct me if i'm wrong at any point during this little discussion thing. but yeah! him being a bad influence would be him not doing overtly illegal things around her, of course, but perhaps victimless things around her because he obviously doesn't want her to catch on that he's a literal murderer... like, perhaps trespassing, orrr stealing? IDK, feel free to tell me your thoughts on that because it seems like andie is a pretty incorruptible person, but barton is also like one of the worst villains in gotham in the way that he simply does NOT care and will do bad things just because he can 💀 so perhaps that could work and perhaps not?? like i said, feel free to share any thoughts you might have with me about this either in dm's or in the comments, as i'm totally open to discussion but other than that... i think them having a conflict of ideology is arguably very likely to happen and would cause them to butt heads + them having a hero - villain dynamic. i could alsooo kind of see barton slipping up eventually if they were to become friends, or artifical / untraditional friends in his case, and him turning into an enemy of hers later on so that's where i got that one from (': but yesss, i think that's pretty much it, so i hoped you liked this little meme and feel free to shoot me a dm or comment on here if you'd like to discuss / explore other possible dynamics between andie and barton!!

[destisea-a]

@oneireth asked: ✿ *peeks in here* for sunday and briar...

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  "family" friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off "family" matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

okay so right out the gate, i think they'd at least be friends. briar helps where he can to minimize damage. but it's really hard to keep up with how quickly things seem to be sinking. which is where the 'dying friendship' comes in. because everyone is being pushed kind of to their limits here? briar is growing increasingly restless and eager to leave, and well, considering everything, that is nearly impossible for him to accomplish. because it does beg the question of; would sunday even allow it? maybe it's just me but he seems like he's got some very real abandonment issues. plus briar separating from the family goes against this idyllic picture of harmony. the only reason nothing has really happened, is due to briar not taking steps to leave. he's simultaneously terrified of fleeing, and feels as if leaving would be a betrayal.

relationship prompt

[ontheroadrp]

GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, CLIVE PREAKER (timothy olyphant fc)  

life on the road can be tough, but we’re glad you and yours made it to taos!

Basics

[TIMOTHY OLYPHANT, CIS MALE, HE/HIM] ever heard about [CLIVE PREAKER]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [ARTICULATE & MODEST] but also [IRREVERENT & PASSIVE], no wonder they’re called [OVER THE HILL]. According to local legend, they’re [FIFTY-TWO] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [THE ROAD TO CAIRO by DAVID ACKLES ] following them. Some say they carry [A WEDDING BAND THAT’S NEVER LEFT HIS FINGER, LOU REED MIX TAPE, and A ROPE TIED BRACELET ] and have been traveling with [MILITANTS]. [chester, 25, they/them, aest]  

Biography

suicide mention tw, death mention tw

It was supposed to be what he wanted, it was everything he was supposed to do. Clive made sure he followed that template to a T, anything and everything he was told to do. The checklist of life. Work hard to give your wife the life she deserves, attend church every Sunday, say grace before every meal, visit your parents on holidays. It wasn’t new, or groundbreaking, highschool football co-captain, marrying his highschool sweetheart, settling down into this life together. Kristin, she was a cheerleader, with a smile like the summer’s day. And enough warmth, Clive thought it just might be enough for the both of them. For him this life was always so close to perfect that it didn’t matter it wasn’t. 

He grew up on the rougher side of town, but his parents did their best to provide most days at least. His father was a cowboy, working on the ranch on the other side of town, the same place Clive would get his first job. Bruises under the sleeves of his shirt, hands learning calluses as he hauls out hay bales with the rising sun. For the longest time, it felt like there was no rest. Just a gnawing, ever present ache. He thinks maybe it was a loneliness he’d known his whole life. It turned out it was the same echoing emptiness his father also felt. That would be evident the day he found him. Everyone else told themselves it was an accident. Good men with accidents don’t go to hell after all.

Clive’s not sure he’s ever consciously made any decisions in his life, or if everyone else has just told him the life he should be living. “You’re a bright young boy, Clive. Don’t waste that.” His mother would tell him, maybe she was right. Maybe he wanted her to be right so much he let it be so. He’s not even sure he would have asked out his wife if his best friend hadn’t told him to. He doesn’t think he would have even asked for a daughter if it wasn’t for her asking in the quiet of the night. But he could never blame her, he’d know the way he was distant some days, hard to love. It must have been lonely. 

When they lose their daughter, she was only twelve. Clive thinks he should have known that she would have been poisoned by the same overwhelming cavernous emptiness he’d tried to swallow most days. He tells his wife he loves her, tries to stay strong for her. But god how he’d pray he could do so much more for her. That was what he was supposed to do right? Everything felt like it would be collapsing, but that was just the thing about the white picket fence, you were never allowed to show the weight it had. But when life takes punch after punch after punch, that veneer gets harder to hold. Loosing Kristin felt like it was his final breaking point, but the lord clearly felt as if he could handle losing his job as well. At first he drank too much, stumbling out of bars back to his car, and driving to some abandoned lot just to save the embarrassment of admitting that he’d failed. 

Even now there’s still something of a sadness staining his smile, that’s settled deep in his bones. But he tries to keep lost in this life. The stories others have to offer, the community of those around who seem just as lost as he feels. And then there’s the days that keep him here, those days where fresh air fills his lungs, and even just for a moment it feels like for the first time in his life, things are going to be okay.

Stats

(this is a rough idea, they may change by the time i post my intro)

Athletics +1

Burglary -3

Contacts +2

Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.) -2

Deceive -1

Drive (like, actual driving ability) +2

Empathy +2

Fight +1

Investigate +2

Lore (Kinda like knowledge) +2

Navigation +3

Notice +2

Physique +2

Provoke 0

Rapport +2

Resourcefulness +1

Stealth -3

Will 0

Extras

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[perfectlypinkduck]

Fictional novel

I was asked by my old highschool sweetheart if I wanted to go to our HSR?

I said no because I don't like parties at all and that's way too damn many people who either are still mentally slow and mean and stupid.

I told him I rather hang out with him and his parents and sister and her kids.

He said great, he drove to my place yesterday and he knew I was in town because the whole entire town tells him everything when it comes to me.

His kid adult now called my kid they're still friends and asked hey I seen your mom yesterday where's she staying?

Then my daughter calls the old hss and they visit on the phone and she says by the way fyi my mom is in town and you know where she stays go see her.

Surprise her but don't rat me out lol

He drove that big ass truck in my yard yesterday and honking that horn and I was laughing and I went outside to see him.

I forgot how well his momma cooking is because that guy grew up and all 6'6' got out of the truck. Damn and he's solid and not any body fat on him

He brought me some home made bread from his momma and a bottle of wine from his dad and chocolate from his sister and brothers and his kids gave me daisies.

Then his one brother is a pastor at their own church and he called me and said you better be in church service Sunday girl I know where you live lol.

We my family and your family all grew up together and yes we know your pregnant and you don't worry about a thing here.

I said I know all three of you boys ate your veggies well when you were a kid

You three are like walking talking trees haha.

He said well you have your personal body guards if you need us. Besides we own this town for the most part we can hide you anywhere haha

We were on speaker phone and his daughters calls me aunt bla bla and they were yelling happily hello and so forth.

We hung with his brother and I said I will hang out with you and your family but no church right now and he laughed at me and said we'll see about that come Sunday chuck will be here to pick you up.

He said, momma wants to see you do you feel up for a ride.

I looked at my Stomach and I thought what if I get sick and John said my family helped out when you were pregnant with the other three we know how everything triggers you smells everything.

Don't worry we have a pool and if you want to relax you can borrow some big clothes and sit in the pool.

I made him promise to tell no one else.

We were at his house tonight and we're talking about all of my crap and momma ann said you can stay here with us if you want.

I said no, John said I will be checking on her every day.

So, I asked can we go get ice cream and John pats my belly and said some one else is making a request I see.

Let's go little lady and he helps me up into that big ass monster truck of his

Ice cream here we come he said.

John said so we're are we building it at?

Building what I asked?

Your house because you need to settle down and get healthier and your exhausted.

He said, I still own my own construction business and as soon as we are done with what we are doing now we will start working on your house.

What about your dad's house in Texas I can can move it here.

I said can we talk about it later and he said okay.

So, the town knows I am back and peace and quiet isn't going to happen for a while.

That family is going to keep me busy and man they know how to pray and they know Jesus very well.

Heavenly protection all devils from hell are nervous around this family.

Just going to bed and I am tired,

[hansolmates]

give me the night

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summary; minghao has long stopped clinging to the love you and him created years before. when he sees you however, new seeds are already sown.  paring; photographer!minghao x student!reader (f) genre/warnings; exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff bc this couple is so shy n’sensitive, feelings of longing, pining, casual alcohol consumption w/c; 1.2k prompt; “i’ll meet you halfway.” a/n; for the cwc’s valentine’s gram event! this is for you yunn @starboywoo​ i hope u have a wonderful lovable weekend enjoy!! 🖤 🖤 🖤 

He’s a sensitive soul. Junhui makes a point to always poke and prod at Minghao’s soft heart, calling him gummy and doughy and full of love. 

Malta’s pretty. It’s muted, but delightfully charming. It doesn’t have the obvious romantic appeal that Paris or Rome has, but it’s still beautiful. It’s obvious due to Minghao’s constant clicks of his phone, his starry eyed expression when he sees the strung up lights at the pier, and the bounce in his soles when he stumbles upon road after narrow road of clunky cobblestone paths. 

“She goes to school here, right?” 

Junhui is walking backwards, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He’s smirking at Minghao, knowing how testy he gets whenever you’re brought up. It’ll only take one push for Junhui to stumble, Minghao muses. Then, he can go back to the townhouse they’ve rented and sketch, or watch television, anything other than drinking. 

Mingyu has been waiting, pregaming and trying his luck with the pretty girls seated at the table opposite him. 

It’s then Minghao chokes on his saliva and realizes that you’re seated in the very middle, unbeknownst to Mingyu’s apparent ogling. 

Junhui immediately swivels Mingyu to his attention, forces Minghao and a seat, and orders a round for them in the matter of a minute. Junhui has a mission tonight, and it’s to not warble around and carry a broken heart (or two) home. 

The tiny table you’re pressed up against is cramped to the brim, and you’re surrounded by a hearty group of friends. Your jewelry sparkles against the little tea candles in the centerpiece, cheering with a shot glass to some random thing a boy is shouting. The liquid spills across your bracelet, but you still drink eagerly. You’re beautiful, more beautiful than what the social media and his memory could remind him. 

You left your home country for this prestigious study abroad program in the beginning of college, evidently ending your love story with your highschool sweetheart. Minghao’s over it, he really is. If anything that’s lingering in his heart, it’s the memories of having so much fun, so much love between each other. You two are far different now, and neither of you would be able to go back to that fleeting youth. 

Honestly, Malta is one stop out of many for his spring break. He thought his two days here would be over in a wink, and he could move onto the other niche destinations Mingyu and Junhui planned.

Minghao underestimated the fact that Malta’s tiny, and you’re at the heart of it. 

Just as fast as you’re there though, you’re getting ready to leave. The night is still young, yet you stumble to your feet like you’ve been out all evening. Your friends tell you to get a cab, saying it isn’t safe to walk home alone. 

“I’m not walking home alone, a friend is here,” Minghao hears you say, and he wonders if someone’s waiting outside for you. Someone tall, handsome, potentially his replacement. It makes Minghao sink into his beverage, swallowing away his unwarranted jealousy. 

Yet you come to his table with confidence, holding out a hand to him. 

“Take me home?” you pose this as a question, yet the flicker in your eyes betrays your need for his immediate acceptance. 

Everyone’s looking at him, he thinks absently. He can hear your friends whispering and giggling to themselves, while Mingyu is audibly drooling next to him. Junhui is reaching for you, clawing across his lap to invite you for one more round before you head off. 

“Come for breakfast, Junnie,” you placate, tugging Minghao by the sleeve of his hoodie before he can catch his breath, “we should leave now,” you say, waving politely at Mingyu. You have no clue who he is because Minghao befriended him later in college, but from Minghao’s peripheral vision your eyes are pointed in minor affliction. He knows that look too well, like you have the urge to close his jaw and put him in his place. 

“Sure,” Minghao follows you out of the tiny bar, and he subconsciously inhales at the sight of the full moon and the hint of fresh air.

His steps slow once he makes it outside, the heat feeling like honey as he trudges half a step behind you. His eyes linger from your casual spring dress, to the kitten heels that buckle at your ankles. The cobblestone is uneven, but you walk through it like a seasoned exchange student. He doesn’t know where you’re going exactly, but wherever you end up he’ll follow. 

“You didn’t come over to say hi to me,” you say shyly, your hands fisting in your marigold clutch. 

He can’t help but smile at your sudden meekness, knowing that confrontation, especially one where there’s only two parties, makes you nervous. Especially so, considering you made such a grand gesture of attention and now that you’ve gotten it, you're overwhelmed. 

"You looked too pretty, I was intimidated," Minghao replies honestly, and his heart perks up hopefully at the heated flush that spreads across your face. 

The two of you talk into the night, throwing back and forth each other's new lives. Your muses have changed, your happiness is dependent on your dreams, all as it should be. 

Minghao thought he would run out of things to say, as he is the one who stayed home all these years. Yet, you ask eagerly about his studies, the amazing places he’s seeing and the work he’s proud of. You ask about the concrete city you can’t help but miss. He then asks about the limestone that encapsulates your world. The new kind of love that you’ve been craving, a love for yourself and the investments you’ve made in your successes. 

It’s different. It isn’t quick or to the point like your relationship once was. This one grows, a seed buried in the night sky. This one is a new relationship waiting to be tended. 

The walk home went fast. Even though you two stopped for gelato and admired the passing ships, the journey felt too short to Minghao. You live in a boarding house with other foriegn exchange students, a nondescript townhouse that’s warm and soft and oh-so perfect for you. 

"Thanks for taking me home," you murmur, in fear of your neighbors overhearing you, "even though I kinda didn't give you any choice in the matter." 

"Always," Minghao shakes his head, unable to think of a scenario in which he'd ever say no to you, "I'll always meet you halfway." 

He can’t bear to look into your eyes anymore. They still glow like before, a sparkle that reminds him of city lights and now, the lit-path down a cobblestone road. 

Before he can second guess the signs he turns to leave, but your figure curls around him like a warm blanket on a Sunday morning. Your nails curl into the soft cotton of his heathered hoodie, clutching him like he'll evaporate on the spot. Your cheek nuzzles fondly into his back, and he instinctively relaxes into your touch. 

"Stay the night," you request, already pulling him back into your room. 

As always, he can never say no to you. 

[discoveryfemslashfortnight]

Saturday Prompt: Alternative Universe

About & Prompts - Guidelines - Ao3

In the works you create for Saturday the 23rd and 30th of July, as well as on the 06th of August, you can reimagine the Star Trek characters from their place in canon into all the different worlds there are in fiction, or place them in a setting inspired from real life!

You can also stay in the Star Trek world but change it a bit for a ‘Canon Divergence’ AU like the suggestions below, and for a list of more specific AU ideas like fantasy worlds and suggestions for modern settings, click below the cut :)

Canon Divergence:

Different time/ different Star Trek show/different Starship

Getting-together where the couple is already together in the Mirrorverse/ a different universe

Mirrorverse AU where everything is just slightly different to the Prime Universe instead of completely Dark

No Mirrorverse

No time-travel

No war/ Philippa Georgiou lives

Staying in the Mirror-Universe

Switched Starfleet Ranks or Specialties

Modern Setting:

Car Breakdown

Celebrity

Childhood Best Friends

Childhood Sweethearts

Coffee Shop AU

College

Disneyland/world

Dogwalking

Game Show Contestants

Gamers

Highschool

Kiss Cam

Locked in a Playground

Meeting at the Airport

Musicians

Sports

Zookeeper

Fantasy/Mystery:

Angels and Demons

Magical School

Soulmates (soul marks/ words/ dreams/ sight/ ...)

Vampires

Wings

Wizards

Zombies

Other AU ideas:

A/B/O

Crossovers with other fandoms (meeting those characters, crossover ships,...)

Historical (middle ages, ancient greece, ancient rome, victorian era, wild west,...)

Pirates

Pride & Prejudice AU

The second prompt for Saturdays is ‘Episode Tag’!

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[kpopaddicted06]

The Neighbour – one shot

Summary: I didn’t knew moving would bring so many changes in my life.

pairing: ATEEZ Wooyoung x reader

genre: highschool au

type: fluff, angst

words: 8k

warnings: mention of - panic attack, anxiety, drugs, gang, violence; school bullying (kind of)

A/N: I hope you’ll like the story; have a wonderful day & thanks for reading it

I just moved in Seoul with my family yesterday. We came to this city because of my dad’s job promotion. He’s now a manager at a financial company here, my mother is working as a chef at a restaurant here too.

It’s saturday, my father is currently at work to meet with his boss and discuss some things before he’ll start working on monday. Me and my mom are at home unboxing our stuff when we hear the doorbell.

 "Baby, can you open the door?" My mom yells from the second floor.

 "Sure!"

 When I open the door I’m greeted by a woman about my mom’s age. Her hair is black and she’s giving me a beautiful smile.

"Hello, sweetheart!"

 "Hello. Can I help you?"

 "I'm your neighbour, Mrs Jung. I just came to welcome you into our neighbourhood and invite your family over tomorrow for dinner, so we can get to know each other." Just when she’s done talking, my mom arrives behind me and answers her.

 "Oh, hello! My name is Mirae and this is my daughter Y/N. We would love to come over for dinner, thank you for the invitation!" My mom smiles sweet at the lady in front of us.

 "Great, I’ll be waiting for you around 7PM."  Mrs. Jung responses delighted.

 "Alright, see you tomorrow!"

 We bid our goodbyes and I close the door.

 "She seems really nice. We’re already making friends here Y/N." My mom is more than happy to make new friends already, since she’s a social butterfly, totally the opposite of me. I'm a shy introvert that becomes anxious around strangers or big crowds.

 It's already sunday afternoon so we’re getting ready for the dinner with our neighbours.

I choose to wear a black blouse and a grey skirt with black boots. I let my hair down and put some light makeup on. After I take a final look at myself in the mirror to make sure I look good, I head down where my parents are already waiting for me.

When we arrive at our neighbours’s house, Mrs. Jung opens the door for us with a smile on her face just like the first time I’ve met her.

 "Welcome! Please enter."

 "Good evening, Mrs Jung." I say smiling back at her.

 "Hi. Thanks again for inviting us. This is my husband, Hyungsik."

 "Hello, it’s nice meeting you." My father says after my mother introduces him.

 "Hello, I'm glad you could make it. My husband and sons are in the living room, that's straight ahead. I have to go back into the kitchen now or I’ll burn the dinner." She laughs a little then leaves through a door on the right.

 In the living room the rest of the Jung family are sitting on a couch. Mr. Jung sees us first and comes to introduce himself, followed by two boys. He then presents us his sons and the older one, Wooyoung, scans me head to toe, then makes eye contact with me with an expressionless face and I can feel how my cheeks are getting warm from the blush, because I don’t like it when someone gives me attention. After a moment he averts his gaze from me.

He’s wearing a red hoodie with black sport pants, his hair is black and a little long, he also got a lot of piercings and rings. He looks really handsome and seems to be around my age.

 We all wait in the living room for Mrs. Jung to finish the dinner, while my parents are discussing about their jobs with Mr. Jung. Wooyoung is on his phone sending messages to someone and from time to time I can see a little smile on his face. His younger brother is watching a show on TV and I'm thinking about how would be at my new school tomorrow. I hope someone will approach me first and I’ll make a new friend, because I’m very shy around people, especially strangers.

 "Dinner’s ready! Please come and take a seat at the table." Mrs. Jung announces us happy.

 At the table my mom sits to my left and Wooyoung is at my right.

Mrs. Jung prepared a feast for this dinner. The food looks and smells so good so we start to eat right away.

The dinner goes without any big events taking place, except Wooyoung's little brother making a fuss that he wants to eat while playing games on his phone, but his mother scolded him saying it’s not nice to play while eating, especially when guests are over.

After having the dessert, we head back in the living room to continue the chat.

 "So, Wooyoung, how old are you?" My mom asks him.

Everyone turns their attention to Wooyoung, who didn't pay any attention to us the whole night and continued sending messages on his phone. He locks his phone and looks at my mother now.

 "I'm 17 years old."

 "Oh, you’re one year older than Y/N then. That's great, I hope you can become good friends then. You see, she's very shy and it’s hard for her to make friends." Wooyoung looks at me for a second and sees that I’m embarrassed because of what my mother said.

 "What school do you go to, Y/N?" Mrs. Jung asks me.

 "I go to The High-School of Arts."

 "That's where Wooyoung goes too. Then you can go together tomorrow morning and he can show you around and help you." His mother's suggestion makes Wooyoung click his tongue in annoyance but doesn't say anything.

 "That’s not necessary, but thank you. I can manage by myself, plus he may be busy and I don't want to bother him with this." I say hoping she will drop the subject.

 "That's nonsense. He isn't busy and has enough time. Right, Wooyoung?"

 "I will give you a ride tomorrow and help you out." He says without looking at me.

 "See, I told you he'll help you."

 "Thank you..." I say shyly in his direction but he doesn't acknowledge me.

 After a little while, I announce that I’ll head back home to prepare my stuff for tomorrow.  

 "I will head home first to get ready for my first day at school tomorrow. Thank you for inviting us over for dinner, I had a great time."

 "You want to leave already? Wait until I take my purse, I think I left it in the kitchen earlier."

 "No, mom, you don't need to come. I will go back first, you can enjoy the rest of the night."

 "Then let Wooyoung accompany you back." His dad suggests.

 "It’s not necessary..."

 While I was speaking Wooyoung got up from the couch.

 "Let's go." He says and starts leaving already.

I quickly go after him while saying a "Good night." to his family at the same time.

He opens the door for me and I thank him.

The walk is only a few minutes but it’s awkward as neither of us talks.

He opens his mouth to say something only when we are in front of my house’s door.

 "We’re leaving at 7:20 AM, so be ready by then."

 "Ok. Thanks for coming with me and driving me tomorrow too, but you don't have to help me at school, I’ll manage by myself." I say smiling a bit while he has his cold gaze on me. He doesn't say anything, just turns around and leaves.

 The next morning I wake up at 6:00 AM to make sure I have enough time to get ready so I won’t make Wooyoung wait after me.

I take a shower and then get dressed in my new uniform for school. The uniform consists of a white blouse, a grey skirt and a black jacket. I pun on some black shoes to go along with it and apply a natural makeup. I tie my hair in a ponytail and finish my look with a pair of earrings and a necklace to complete my look. I take a look at the clock too see it’s 7:15 AM.

When I get out of the house, Wooyoung is already waiting for me. He’s leaning against his black car looking down at his phone screen. He doesn't seem to notice my presence yet so I take a better look at him. He’s wearing his uniform, a white shirt with a black tie, black pants and a black jacket. His hair is parted in the middle, it’s a wet hair style that really suits him. He’s also wearing a lot of earrings and rings just like last night. When I move my attention to his face I observe he’s looking at me with a smirk on and a raised eyebrow. He caught me staring at him.

 "Let's go if you’re done checking me out."

 I widen my eyes at his words and I can feel the blood rushing to my face already, making me blush. I only nod in response.

 He goes to passager’s side and opens the door for me. I get in saying a "thanks" and avoiding his gaze, still embarrassed.

When he gets in the car too, we put on our seat belts and he starts driving. Soft music is playing through the radio.

"We have to take three of my friends with us. They can be very loud so I'm sorry if they make you feel uncomfortable."

 "It's ok." I say even if I'm already feeling a little anxious to meet new people.

 We stop the car in front of a big house and I see three boys coming out. They are laughing loud enough to hear it from the car. When they spot me inside the car, a confused expression takes place on their faces. They get in the back seat and look at me then at Wooyoung, waiting probably for him to introduce me.

 "She's my new neighbour, she’s going to our school too. Her name is Y/N. My mother asked me to drive her."

 They all look at me smiling and say "Hi!" in unison.

 "My name is San, pretty." The guy in the middle with black hair says and gives me a wink that makes me blush. He smiles at my blushing face and I can see a cute pair of dimples showing.

 "Please ignore him, Y/N. That's how he is with everyone." The boy on San’s left says with an eye roll and San pouts at his statement. "My name is Yeosang." His hair is blonde and he has a mullet.

 "My name is Jongho." The last one says with a polite smile.

 "It’s nice too meet you all."

 After that Wooyoung starts driving again so we won't be late. After a minute or so, San starts speaking again.

 "Y/N are you in our class?"

 "No, I'm a year younger than you guys."

 "She's in Jongho’s class." Wooyoung says without moving his eyes from the road.

 "Oh, I can help you with our classes then, and I will give you my notes so you know where we are currently with our lectures and catch up." Jongho tells me excited, probably because he found out we are the same age.

 "That would be great, thank you so much." I smile back at him. I thought I will fell anxious with so many strangers but they are really friendly so I feel kinda comfortable with them.

Jongho is telling me about how are the teachers for the rest of the ride and some other school related things.

 When we arrive at school, Wooyoung parks his car next to another black one, where four boys are standing beside it. When we get out, they came to greet the boys from our car. When they land their eyes on me, San starts talking first.

 "She's Wooyoung’s new neighbour, Y/N. She's in the same class as Jongho."

 "Hello. My name is Seonghwa." He's taller than the others boys I was in the car with, his hair is blonde and he has a kind smile. "I'm two years older than you, so is Hongjoong." He gestures to his right to a guy with blue hair. He has even more piercings than Wooyoung and is wearing a lot of other accessories.

 "Nice meeting you." He says with a polite smile like Jongho did.

 "I'm Yunho, it’s nice to meet you." He looks like a cute puppy with bright eyes. His hair is blonde with some pink strands too. He's the tallest among all of them.

 "I'm Mingi." A boy with almost the same height as Yunho says. His hair is a light shade of brown and he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses. He has a cute smile.

 "Yunho and Mingi are the same age as me." San adds.

 "It’s nice meeting you all!" I say with a big smile. They all seem like nice people and unexpectedly I don’t feel anxious around them, considering we just met.

I didn't expect that I will meet so many people on my first day. Wooyoung seems to be a social butterfly, and all his friends are really good looking, just like him.

 "Let's go to our classes or we’ll be late, and I'm sure Y/N doesn't want that on her first day." Hongjoong says gesturing for Jongho to lead the way for me.

 We all part ways and leave to our classes.

 "I will come with you guys." Wooyoung says taking the lead.

 Me and Jongho follow him and after we’re in front of our class Jongho goes straight inside. When I try to enter too, Wooyoung stops me by grabbing my wrist.

 "I will give you a ride back too after we finish classes. Just wait for me beside my car." He then leaves, not waiting for my response. I look after him a little then go inside the class where I take a seat next to Jongho.

 All the classes are a bit boring, but Jongho is making small comments during them, funny ones, and also helps me catch up so I feel a little better about them.

It’s lunch time. Jongho and I are seated at a table in the middle. He said it’s their group’s table. When I sit down I see the people in the cafeteria looking with confusion in my direction.

 "Jongho?"

 "Yeah?"

 "Why are they all looking at me?"

Jongho opens his mouth to answer but a voice behind me beats him first.

 "Maybe because it’s the first time when another person besides us eight sits at our table." San says smiling at me and taking the free seat on my left.

 "Oh... and why is that?"

 "Well you see, we don't really have other friends beside each other." He chuckles a little and scratches the back of his neck.

 "Why?" His answers only leaves me more confused. Yeosang replies to my question as he sees San is not helpful.

 "Because they all think we are some kind of gang or something like that. But that’s not true. They’re all just rumors."

 "Ok, but you had to do something for that rumor to go around." I say a little surprised to hear that, because they seem like good guys. I see them exchanging a strange look between themselves before Seonghwa answers me.

 "Well, we actually got in some trouble one night at a club, it ended up with us fighting some other guys. We got in some trouble at school too, because we used to skip a lot of classes last year and had some little fights too. We were friends with some kids that graduated last year, and because of them we ended up doing all that. They kind of had a bad influence on us but now we are trying to study hard, avoid problems and we have a full attendance too. Unfortunately the rumors don't die that easily."

 "Oh... Well you are doing great then, because I would have never thought you did all that if you wouldn't have confessed." I say a little lost in thoughts, trying to process all of this.

 "Are you going to leave us too after what you heard?" San asks searching for an answer on my face.

 "Why would I? You clearly changed and I'm sure you weren't that bad last year as you make it sound." I say with a little shy smile as all of them are looking at me. My guts tell me they’re good guys, even if I only met them today, because they didn't make me feel anxious being around them. I find it easy to talk with them, which is unusual for me to do with new people.

 "If you still want to be friends with us don't expect other people to talk to you." Yeosang tells me.

 "I'm good with being friends only with you guys. I never had a lot of friends anyway, so I won't lose anything." I say sincerely.

"By the way, where are Wooyoung and Mingi?” I see all of them tense a little at my question.

 "They had something to do. Let's finish our lunch." Hongjoong says with a dark face, so I don't continue the subject anymore as I don't want to get in their business.

 It’s already the time to go home and Seonghwa, Yunho, San, Yeosang and Jongho left with Seonghwa’s car. Hongjoong left one hour earlier. The boys told me he had some problems to solve. I'm beside Wooyoung’s car, waiting for him as he told me to do this morning.

 As I wait for him to come I start thinking about how today was a pretty good first day. Thanks to Wooyoung I made a lot of friends. I never had such a large group of friends.

 After a little while I hear Wooyoung and Mingi talking so I look in their direction. Mingi waves at me as a goodbye and leaves.

 "Did you wait much?" Wooyoung ask as he unlocks his car and opens the door for me.

 "Just a few minutes."

 He nods his head and gets in the car too. The drive is quiet but I don't feel awkward in Wooyoung’s presence this time. When we are at a stop he turns to look at me.

 "So, how was the first day?"

 "Pretty good. The teachers were boring but I had fun thanks to your friends, so thank you for introducing us." I say shyly a little as he keeps his eyes on me.

 "I'm glad you get along." He says and then turns his head and keeps driving.

The rest of the drive goes by in silence, none of us saying anything anymore.

 "Thanks for driving me today, Wooyoung."

 "I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 7:20 AM."

 "You will drive me again? I don't want to be a burden."

 "I will drive you everyday. It’s not a problem for me, plus we’re going to the same destination." He says without letting room for any arguments.

 "Ok.. Thank you. Bye Wooyoung."

 "Bye, Y/N."

 The next two weeks Wooyoung drives me and his friends to school everyday. We got closer and it’s fun hanging out with them. I’m starting to like it a lot here.

 This morning there’s only us on the way to school as he told me his friends are going with their own cars today and Jongho is going with San, because he doesn't have the age to drive yet.

 Today the boys seem to be in a bad mood when I meet them at school and I don't know why. When I tried to ask Jongho, he said it’s nothing and to not worry about them.

 I'm on my way to the classroom when I hear Wooyoung calling my name, so I stop and turn around to face him.

 "I can't drive you back today. All of us will leave earlier since we have to go somewhere."

 "Are you starting to skip your classes again like last year?" I ask in hope they don't pick up their bad habits from last year.

 "No. We just have something to solve." He is a little frustrated by my question.

 "What?"

 "That's none of your business Y/N." He says narrowing his eyes at me and in a dark tone.

 "O-oh... Sorry for asking." I turn around and leave fast. Now I can see why the others might be scared of them. Wooyoung looked pretty intimidating just now as he got mad. This is the first time I see him look so dark and I didn't like it.

I spend the rest of the day alone as they all left. When I hear the ring, I pack my things and get ready to go home.

Right before I try to leave, some girls gather at my desk and stop me from doing so.

 "Do you need something?" I ask biting my lower lip as I'm becoming overwhelmed by their presence.

 "How did you became friends with the boys?”

 "I'm Wooyoung’s neighbour and he introduced us."

 "So are you close with Wooyoung?"

 I’m thinking what I should respond her when it hits me, she probably wants something from me.

 "What do you want?"

 "I want Wooyoung’s phone number." She says restively.

 "Then ask him for it." I say quickly as I can feel by heart starting to beat faster than it should. I can feel my breath getting a little irregular too.

 "He refused already, but I won't give up. So you have to give it to me." Her voice is irritated.

 "I can't do that, if he didn't wanted to give it to you then he doesn't want to talk to you. Sorry but I need to leave now." I say and I start running past them to the bathroom. When I enter I take a deep breath and try to calm down. After that I leave to the bus station.

 When I arrive home I feel a little tired so I take a nap before I start working on my homework.

 The next day Wooyoung isn't waiting for me to go to school together. Maybe he’s mad at me..

 When I arrive at school, Jongho is nowhere to be found, he didn’t attend any of the classes today.

I write a message in our group chat to see if something happened but nobody answers me... They still don't answer for the rest of the weekend and I start thinking if maybe something happened to them or I if I did something wrong so they’re ignoring me on purpose. They don't answer any of my calls either.

 I ask my mother if she met Mrs. Jung and if she saw Wooyoung. She tells me that Wooyoung is staying at one of his friends for the weekend. Something is telling me that this might not be the whole truth. Something feels off and I have to find out what is it.

 On monday, Wooyoung is waiting for me in the morning to give me the usual ride to school like he didn’t just ghosted me the whole weekend.

 "What happened? None of you answered me and I was worried. Are you ok?" I ask concerned.

 "We are fine. You didn't have to worry about us. We just had a full weekend, that's why we didn't answer. Now let's get going or we’ll be late."

 "You could have at least tell me you’re alive..." I say pouting and looking at the ground.

 I feel a hand ruffling my hair and I look up meeting Wooyoung eyes.

 "I'm sorry. I will answer you next time. Don't be upset Y/N." He says smiling at me. It’s the first time I see such a big smile on him, and that made me smile too.

 "I'm glad you’re smiling now. You’re more beautiful when you’re smiling rather than pouting." He says with a look that I don't really understand what it is.

I try to avoid his eyes and pass through him to enter the car trying to hide my blushing face and I think I hear him saying "It makes me want to make you happy." My heart skips a beat at that.

For the entire car ride to school none of us speaks. Unfortunately we were alone today as San drived Yeosang and Jongho.

 At school all of them come and apologise for making me worry about them and we get back to our normal routine.

 I go to my third class without Jongho, because it’s an optional class I choosed.  After that is over, I go to meet with the boys for lunch. On the hallway I hear a voice calling my name, and when I turn to see who’s calling me, I see the girl that wanted Wooyoung’s phone number coming my way.

 "I don't like it when people run away in the middle of a conversation." She says annoyed.

 "Sorry... I needed to be somewhere."

 "I don't care." She rolls her eyes at me. "Now give me the number while I'm asking nice."

 "I still can't do that..."

 "Then arrange me a meeting with him."

 "Why don't you go and talk with him yourself? He's in the cafeteria now."

 "Good plan. I will tell him you invited me for lunch with them. That will be my chance to ask him out."

 "That’s not what I meant. I was just saying you can go and say whatever you want directly to him, not me."

 "I like my plan better. Now let's go."

 She grabs my arm and drags me in the direction of the cafeteria. She doesn't let go of me until we are at the table where the boys were chatting. When they spot us both, they look at me, ignoring the girl beside me, the one I don't even now the name of..

 "Boys this is..." I trail off looking at her to say her name.

 "I'm Yuri, but I'm sure you already knew that." She says smiling at Wooyoung. They still look at me, not Yuri, so I speak again.

 "She's here to eat with us..." I say a little uncomfortable and the boys notice that.

 "We don't have enough space for another person. You can leave." Yeosang answers irritated by her presence.

 "But you still have an empty space." She says sitting down, next to Wooyoung.

 Wooyoung looks for the first time at Yuri and speaks.

 "That's Y/N’s chair. Now get up." I could sense the anger in his voice.

 "Why would I? She can find another place to sit. I want to stay beside you." She flutters her lashes at him trying to look innocent.

 All the boys are now looking with disgust at her.

 "Leave already. Don't you get it that we don't want you here?" Mingi snaps at her.

 "Hey! Let's all calm down. I will just take another chair." I say fast before they get angry, because I don't want to see that. But before I can manage to take another chair Wooyoung gets up and takes Yuri by her arm to make her stand up from her seat.

 "What are you doing? Let go of me!" She says a little scared of him and the dark look he’s giving her. He doesn't listen to her and makes her get up and pushes her a little to the side away from the table. Then he takes my hand gently and makes me sit down instead.

 "Let's eat now." He says like nothing happened and all the boys start eating. Wooyoung puts his tray with food between us and motions with his head for me to eat. I can hear Yuri scoffing from behind.

 "Why would you want her instead of me? I don't understand. She's ugly and doesn't even talk much. She's dumb and..." But she doesn't get to speak more because Wooyoung rushes up and heads towards her. Seonghwa and San get up quickly too and try to stop Wooyoung from doing anything reckless. I also get up surprised.

 "Say something bad about Y/N ever again and I will make your life a living hell." Wooyoung growls at her. I never heard that tone from him. His voice made me shiver.

 "I suggest you to leave before you regret messing with one of us." San speaks this time and if looks could kill, Yuri would be six feet under.

 "But-" Yuri tries again but she's cut off by Seonghwa this time.

 "Leave or I will take you out personally and you won't like that." He says in a cold tone and I can see the fear growing on Yuri’s face. She gulps and leaves in a hurry.

 I look around us and all the students are staring at us. I feel my heart rate going up quickly so I run out of the cafeteria. I can hear the boys calling after me with concern in their voices.

 I run on the hallway but I don't make it far as I lose my balance and almost fall, but a pair of arms wrap around my waist catching me before I hit the ground. When I look up I see Wooyoung’s concerned gaze on me.

 "What happened? Are you alright?"

 "I just need some air..." I say softly hiding my face in his chest as I don't want to see anyone right now.

 He takes me out by the back door of the school. The rest of the boys come quickly too, having concerned looks on their faces. After a few minutes when I start to feel better, I decide to tell them what’s actually going on.

 "I have anxiety... That's why I ran outside the cafeteria. It was too much for me..."

 "You should have told us that earlier, Y/N." Seonghwa says.

 "Yes, we would have tried to avoid that kind of situation if we knew." Wooyoung tells me a little disappointed.

 "I'm sorry..." I murmur looking down.

 "It's ok. We know now, so we will take care of you. You don't need to apologise for something like this, Y/N, you did nothing wrong." Hongjoong tells me softly.

 "Thank you for helping me and for understanding." I say with a little smile on my face.

 After our classes are done, I say my goodbyes to the boys and I head back home with Wooyoung.

 The next few days the boys constantly made sure that I was feeling ok and took care of me. Wooyoung wouldn't leave me alone any second, so he would walk me to all of my classes, even though Jongho was already with me.

I’m really grateful for having such good friends. I’m truly happy for meeting them.

 On friday night we all gather at Seonghwa’s place for a movie night, since his parents are leaving the town for the weekend.

 I’m staying between Wooyoung and San on the couch, and we watch ‘Frozen 2’ at Mingi’s request. He said the first one was really good and needs to see the second part too, so we all agreed when he started whining.

I’m feeling a little tired, since last night I had trouble sleeping, so I start dozing off in the middle of the movie. My head falls on Wooyoung’s shoulder. He sees I’m asleep and tells the boys to keep quiet not to wake me up, then makes sure to cover me with a blanket and that I’m in a comfortable position.

 I wake up feeling a little bit too warm, so I try to remove the blanket from me when I feel a hand is placed on my waist. I look behind me and I realise it’s Wooyoung’s hand. We are still on the couch at Seonghwa’s place. I try to remove his hand and get up without waking him too, but he only tightens his grip on me and comes closer. I could feel his soft breath on my neck as he nuzzled his nose in my hair.

I instantly start to blush and my heart starts beating like crazy.

I try to get up again but he wakes up this time, still not letting me go from his grip.

 "What time is it?" He asks with his raspy morning voice, causing me to get shivers down my spine as he’s still breathing on my neck.

 "I d-don't know..." I curse in my head at my stuttering. "We should get up, we’re still at Seonghwa’s place..."

 "Five more minutes." He says getting even closer to me, not leaving any space between ourselves anymore.

I gulp and attempt to calm down my heart. I won't be surprised if he can feel it too considering how close we are to each other right now.

After a moment I hear a ‘click’ from a phone, announcing a picture being taken and I look up to see Seonghwa doing just that.

 "Hey! Delete that!"

 "Not a chance. You both look so adorable. I’ll send it in our group chat for the others to see it too."

 "Noooo!! Seonghwa please!" I start whining at him.

 "Too late, Y/N." He says laughing at my pouting face.

 "You are mean." I say narrowing my eyes at him.

 "Seonghwa don't upset her or I’ll kill you." Wooyoung says from behind me with a threatening voice.

 "Easy tiger, I was just teasing her. I have to be careful around you now Y/N, or Wooyoung will attack me." Seonghwa smirks while saying this and then gives me a wink. Making me wonder what he means by that.

 "Let's go Y/N. I will drive you home." Wooyoung gets up from the couch, helping me too.

 It's been a week since the movie night, and since then Wooyoung began to act different around me. He was beside me all the time, excepting my classes and at home. Even then he would send me a lot of messages or call. He would always sit beside me and even suggested another family gathering for saturday. It was better than the first one we had when I just moved there.

 It’s been already two months since I moved here, time flied fast. I’m feeling really good being here. Me and the boys became really close, and they didn't do anything strange anymore since that one time when they disappeared without any explanation for two days. They helped me be less shy than before. I also don't feel as anxious anymore since they’re always with me, making me feel relaxed and safe just with their presence.

 It’s sunday morning, and Wooyoung just called me asking if I have any plans this afternoon. The answer was no, so he told me to be ready by three because now I have and he’ll come get me by then. He didn't say where we’ll be going but he mentioned that it’ll be just the two of us.

It's been a while already since I started to realise I might have feelings for Wooyoung, but I could never bring me to tell him that. We’re friends, so I tried to get over it to not ruin our friendship, but being around him all the time and getting all the attention he was giving me just made my feelings grow further.

It's already three. I'm wearing a cream blouse with a grey plaid skirt and I got some gray high boots to match. I‘m opting for a natural make up look, put on some accessories, I did my hair in waves and I got a matching purse to complete my look. I glance at myself in the mirror when I get a message from Wooyoung, announcing he's waiting for me outside.

 When I leave the house, my eyes land on Wooyoung. My breath gets stuck in my throat, he’s breathtaking. His outfit is composed of a white shirt and white pants, that he paired with some sneakers. This is totally the opposite of his usual black outfits. He made his hair into a ponytail, wears a white bandana and got some accessories to finalise his look. This style suits him a lot. When I look at his face, his mouth is slightly open, but he closes it when he realises I catched him staring too.

 "You look gorgeous." He said with a big smile that made my heart skip a beat.

 "You look very handsome too." I say avoiding his gaze.      

 "Let's go. I want to show you a place." He says excited while opening the car door for me.

 After an hour of driving, we finally reach our destination. We stop in front of a huge park. Inside it, cherry blossom trees are welcoming us on each side of the main path, and further into the park there’s a lake surrounded by benches. The wind makes it rain with cherry blossom flowers and the whole place starts to feel magical. I’m overflowing with joy seeing the beautiful scenery around us.

 "Thank you for showing me this beautiful place." I tell Wooyoung and hug him out of excitement.

 He wraps his hands around my waist too, hugging me back, then says: "Let's go seat on a bench. I have something to tell you." with a nervous tone.

 After we take a seat on one of the benches, he turns his face and locks his beautiful eyes with mine, taking my hands into his. My heart pounds faster at the small gesture.

 "Y/N, I don't know how to tell you this, or when the perfect moment to do it would come, but I think waiting for the perfect moment won't take me anywhere, so I decided to make one by inviting you here. I didn't really mention it, but this is actually a date."

 "Really? A date?" I ask surprised by his words.

 "Yes. Now the important thing I wanted to tell you." He takes a deep breath to calm his nervousness. "I like you, Y/N."

 I look at him surprised, thinking I might have heard him wrong.

 "Are you being serious right now?" I can see him getting sad after my question.

 "Yes... Well, if you don't feel the same it’s fine, but I’d like us to continue being friends, if that’s not too uncomfortable for you and- " I cut him off.

 "I like you too, but I couldn't believe what you just said, that's why I wanted to make sure I didn’t misunderstood you." I say with the biggest smile on my face.

 He looks at my face like he’s trying to capture this moment in his memory.    

Then he comes closer, coups my face with his hands and kisses me. I’m taken by surprise by his sudden move but I soon start kissing him back, and I could feel his lips turning into a smile against my mouth. His lips are soft and move gently against mine. I put my hands on his chest while we deepen the kiss. When we break apart, we rest our foreheads together.

Wooyoung takes my hand and intertwines our fingers, bringing me to stand up.

 "Are you hungry?"

 "A little."

 "Ok. Let's go eat something."

 Wooyoung took me at a restaurant where we eated some pasta and cheesecake for dessert.

 "Wow, the food was amazing. Thanks for the dinner."

 "I'm glad you liked it. This is my favourite restaurant, so we’ll probably come here often on our next dates."

 "Next time I want to try their tiramisu."

 "Already planning what to eat next, sweetheart?" Wooyoung says laughing a little at me and my love for food. I hear him saying an "adorable" under his breath and I blush.

 He drives me home and walks me in front of my door.

 "I had a great time. Thanks for today, Wooyoung."

 "I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, princess." He says then kisses my forehead and turns to leave.

 "G-Goodnight..." His pet name made my heart flutter. I head inside fast to hide my pink turning face. If he keeps being like this my life span will get shorter.

 The next morning Wooyoung greets me with a kiss on the cheek and a big smile.

 After we arrive at school, all the boys are already there, waiting for us. When I get out of the car, San comes and hugs me.

 "Congratulations!"

 "For what?" I ask confused.

 "For your new relationship, of course!" Yunho says on his way to hug me too.

 "You already told them?" I turn and ask Wooyoung.

 "We knew he likes you, and also his plan on inviting you out and confess. And we kinda guessed you might like him too after we saw how you act around him." Yeosang explains, giving us a teasing grin.

 "We need to celebrate!" Shouts Mingi.

 "After school. Congratulations, you both deserve to be happy." Seonghwa says while smiling with affection.

 We all leave to our classes and after school we go to celebrate, as Mingi suggested.

 We came to a pastry to have some cake, and of course a lot of teasing from the boys, to Wooyoung for being a coward with his confession and for me because I was being so obvious about liking him. Although I think I did a good job since Wooyoung didn't knew about it. Unfortunately I have to cut this happy moment, because I need to ask them something.

 "Guys... Remember when you left without any signs of being alive that weekend?" I can see them sharing a look.

 "Yes... Why?" Hongjoong responds.

 "What did you do? Why did you avoid answering my question back then? I need to know the truth. I don't like to be lied. After so much time together you can trust me, I hope you know that..."

 "It’s not about trust. We do trust you, Y/N." San says softly.

 "Then?"

 "It’s just... If we tell you, maybe you’ll look at us in a different way..." Wooyoung says a little sad.

 "Whatever it is, I don't think that would change how I see you."  I try to reassure them.

 "You know that we said people think we are a gang?" Hongjoong asks me sighing.

 "Yes, I remember."

 "Well we kinda were one, because we used to ..” he takes another breath before finishing his sentence “..sell drugs… That’s what we did that weekend too. We went to sell the last drugs we had left, so we’d finally be done with this whole thing. We wanted to change, so we stopped after that day. It was the last time Y/N, we promise, and we didn't want you to find out because we are ashamed about it.." After Hongjoong is done talking, all of them let their heads down, being unable to look at me.

 “Did you consume too?”

 “No, we didn’t.” San answers firmly.

 I get up from the chair, all eight heads now turning to look at me.

 “I need some time to process all of this. I will leave first.”

 Wooyoung gets up too and reaches for my wrist, grabbing it.

 “Can I drive you?”

 “I would like to be alone right now... And some fresh air will help me think better.” I say as I remove his hand and leave.

 On my way home I’m lost in my thoughts, thinking about what they said again and again. I can’t believe they sold drugs... Even if they stopped, they still did something wrong... I just got together with Wooyoung and I find this about him.

 The next two days I told Wooyoung I will take the bus to school, and I avoided them. I feel guilty avoiding them, because everytime I met them in the hallways, they would look at me with pain in their eyes…

 On the third day, Wooyoung is waiting for me outside my class room. It was time to go home, so I tried to avoid him and leave but he called my name, so I stopped on my tracks and turned to face him.

 “Y/N... I know I messed up and I’m really sorry. Please stop ignoring us... I know what we did was wrong and illegal, but we stopped now. I swear we won’t go near any drugs ever again... Just please forgive us...” He says with a pleading face and my heart breaks at the sight.

 “I’m glad you understand that what you did was wrong... but I don’t know what to do right now... Woo, let me have some space for a few more days, ok?”

 “Take as much time as you need. I won’t put pressure on you. I just wanted you to know you mean a lot to us, to me.. and we miss you already.”

 “Thank you for understanding, Wooyoung. I’ll leave now, bye.”

 “Bye...” He says in a small sad voice.

 On Saturday I write them a message in our group chat, saying that I want to meet up.

 We’re all gathered in a park. The boys look at me with what I can only describe as hope.

 “What you did was wrong.” I start off. “Still, you seem to understand that and you’re trying to make things right now. I appreciated this and I want to be by your side in this process and help you.”

 “Does this mean you forgive us and still want to be our friend?” San asks excited.

 “Yes, San.” When the boys hear my answer, they quickly envelope me in a big group hug.

 “Thanks for coming back to us, Y/N.” Wooyoung says, giving me another hug, and I hug him back tightly as I’ve missed him.

 After a month, everyone at school found out about my relationship with Wooyoung. We also told our parents, and they were extremely happy for us.

We’re really happy together, he’s so good to me. He’s caring, understanding, and helps me a lot when I have any problems. Thanks to him I’m also getting more open and comfortable around people I don’t know. He brings out the best in me and I’m grateful for this.

 We’re on a date at the Amusement Park. We’ve been on almost all the carousels, the only ones left are the big ones, as I'm scared of heights.

Wooyoung won me a cute puppy plushie at one of the games. We also ate a lot of food, especially coton candy; everything went great today.

 "Hey, I want to ride one last thing before we go."

 "Which one?" I ask as I look in the direction that he's looking too, only to see The Big Whell. My eyes are widening at the sight of it.

 "No! No! You said you’re fine if we’re not going on the big rides." I say shaking my head, not wanting to even get close to that thing.

 "I am, but I want to enjoy the view from up there with you, baby. Please, I promise nothing will happen to you. Don't you trust me?"

 I sigh in defeat seeing his puppy eyes. He knows I can’t refuse him if he does this and he smirks at me, proud he won me over so easily. He then starts dragging me excited to the queue of people.

We wait in line for about 30 minutes until our turn to get in one of the boxes comes. We sit down and I grip Wooyoung’s hand as we start moving up. I hide my face in his chest and he laughs a litter. I could feel his vibration through me.

 "It’s not funny..."

“Baby, please look at me.” He says softly, but I don’t look up, so he frees his hand out of my grip and coups my face with both of them, bringing me face him.

 “We are already up, please look at the view, I promise you will regret if you don’t, it’s really worth it. I want to look at it together with you.” He says pleading me with his eyes and I nod my head in response. His face breaks into a beautiful smile at this.

 I look out the window and my mouth opens a little at the sight that hits me. He was right. It’s so beautiful. It’s already dark outside so the city is illuminated. Everything looks so small from here.

I turn to face Wooyoung and he looks at me too.

 “I love you, Y/N.” He just tells me this for the first time.

 “I love you too, Wooyoung.” I say and he kisses me gently. He tries to pour all his love for me in the kiss and I respond back with the same amount of affection.

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