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summary: you and steve broke up after all of the trauma that vecna left behind in hawkins. but once he's back on your couch, can you really say no to each other?
pairing: steve harrington x ex!fem!reader
classification: angsty smut
warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, big dick steve, oral f!receiving, steve has a filthy mouth, non-descriptive violence, blood, bruises, scars, drinking, swearing, use of f slur (not by steve), not my gif!! lmk if i forgot anything!
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Partying had become the way to numb the pain.
He’d been through Russian torture, fighting monsters from another world, being drugged, getting the shit beaten out of him, getting flesh ripped from his abdomen. Yet, somehow, none of them hurt as much as losing you.
working man | steve harrington
cw. miscommunication trope, angst, established relationship, hurt-comfort, fem! pronouns, sfw. kissing, suggestiveness towards the end, happy ending.
synopsis. overworked and mind packed with a million things to get done everyday, steve forgets to take you on your pre-planned valentines day date because he took a double-pay shift at the radio station.
"steve, again?"
your voice comes out soft and worried as you approach your boyfriend, who's currently asleep on the couch because it was easier to get to than your shared bedroom. you know he didn't mean to, either. the dinner you'd made him is on the coffee table, untouched, his shoes are still on, and half his limbs are sliding off the cushions.
you wanted to eat dinner with him, but it's impossible when he get home so much later than you. he had to take it out of the fridge where you left it because you went to bed before he got home. and he'd been so tired by the time he did that he didn't even get to eat his food, change, or come into bed with you.
this has been happening for a while now. ever since he got that new job at the radio station.
it's not the job itself that's the problem, it's the fact that he already has one. back at family TV. and college. with so many things to handle, he hardly has any time to unwind or spend time with you. and you don't know why he's doing all this either, but he insists that he can handle it.
it's not true.
you walk forward and gently shake his shoulder to get him awake. you both have classes at nine, and he hasn't changed, showered, or had breakfast. you feel bad waking him up when he clearly needs the sleep, but he can't miss any more classes or he'll be on academic probation. he startles awake, sitting up and squinting at you. "jesus," he rubs his eyes to focus his vision, then pushes his wavy hair off his forehead. "hey. i'm home."
you cross your arms and peer down at him, letting out a sigh when he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your stomach. "you said you'd be home by eight, y'know. what time did you get here last night?"
he groans and inhales your scent. "dunno, maybe ten. the radio station ran late cause of valentines promos. they're doing this love song marathon thing this whole week."
"isn't it a bit early for that?" you say quietly, your frustrations melting away as he nudges your shirt up with his nose to expose a sliver of bare skin. he presses open mouthed kisses against your belly in between his response; "yeah, well, people are insane."
you could forgive him completely right now with how cute he's being if you weren't so concerned about him. leaning forward, you begin to tug his vest off his shoulders to put it on the back of the couch. he lets you, head under your shirt as you get him out of his work clothes. he has that distinct acrid, plasticky scent of the Family Tv store lingering on him. "did you even shower last night?"
"no, crashed right when i got home." he hums. "got the scent of success on me, baby." he punctuates his bad joke with a gentle nip to your skin.
you don't smile back at him, gently coaxing his face off your stomach and making him look at you straight on. "steven."
he frowns. "uh oh. government name."
"you have two jobs, classes, and you barely sleep."
"baby, i do sleep,you just saw me-"
"no, you come home and pass out because you can't keep your head up anymore. you don't shower before, or eat, or greet me. you don't even take any time for yourself. and then you get a few hours in before you're back up and working or at school."
he sighs, watching you thoughtfully. he knows you're right. at this rate, he'll get high blood pressure in his early twenties because he's working himself to the bone. he catches your hand as you brush your thumb under his eye, and he traces the inside of your skin absentmindedly. "it's temporary, you know that right?" you open your mouth to argue, but he speaks before you can. "and i know i said that already, i've been saying it since october, but i mean it. i'm gonna quit family video real soon."
you roll your eyes at him. " 'soon' is not a date, y'know. and i'm serious. it feels like you're never even around anymore."
he gives you a look and leans forward. "i'm here right now, honey." his eyes are soft and tired, but earnest. as he tugs you to sit on his knee, you don't protest. you hate arguing with him, but you're getting more and more worried about his health as he keeps overworking himself. you just want him to rest. to choose sleep. to choose you. not this.
"you promised valentine's would be different," you say quietly, to which he responds with a quick nod. "it will be."
"you're not going to pick up extra shifts this time?"
"no. promise. i won't even stop by the station that day. valentine's is all about you."
you look at him skeptically, but hook your arms around him either way. "you remember the reservation?"
"you know i do" he says quickly. "seven thirty at that italian place that's always crowded to hell." he reaches for your waist, pulling you closer so your faces are right in front of each other. you don't catch any indication of a lie in his face. just love and tenderness. "i remember."
you exhale and nod slowly. "okay. i trust you."
steve presses his forehead lightly against yours, arms wrapping around you tightly. "and i'll come back here to pick you up. i know you hate the bus," he murmurs.
you nod, "yeah, 's just crowded and loud, that's all. but i don't mind it. some guy tried to sit too close to me yesterday."
steve's grip on you tightens. "is that so?"
you sigh. "he just kept leaning over, so i moved."
"i hate that," he says quietly. "you shouldn't have to deal with that." his expression is thoughtful for a moment, but you miss it, too busy brushing your thumb over the crease between his brows. then you stand up. you had to, eventually. neither of you can afford being late to class. but when you glance back at him, he's still lost in thought, staring right up at you.
his mind is all caught up on too many things at once again.
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valentines day starts off well. you wake up before your alarm because you were too excited to sleep thoroughly. the room is still orangey with early morning light, and you just lie there happily, staring at the ceiling. today, you have your date with steve.
you booked the reservation for the fancy restaurant all the way back in november. you've been looking forward to it every time steve comes home too tired to even kiss you properly before collapsing into bed.
you roll over.
but he's not there. you frown and push up on your elbow, feeling his side o the bed. it's cold, and you're a little upset he left presumably a long time ago without waking you up to say goodbye, but you have faith in him. he's probably just gone off to get some early studying done or find a phonebooth to make sure he's not still scheduled for work. you trust him. steve's not the one to break a promise.
you swallow back the feeling of unease inside you and go about your day.
everything feels longer than it needs to be. you watch people pass little paper valentines to each other in your classes and observe couples hugging, kissing, and exchanging gifts. you wish that were you and steve right now.
you leave campus early to get ready. you take the bus home, gripping the metal pole when it jerks to a stop, and ignore the way someone stands a little too close behind you. you brush it off. tonight is supposed to be perfect. it's your first time spending a long night with steve with nothing else on your mind in a long while.
you think about how steve’s jaw clenched the last time you mentioned that.
once you're ready, you sit on the edge of the bed and open your bedside drawer, taking out the watch box you tucked at the back. you bought it for him with the money you'd been saving, hiding, in an envelope for months. he'd pointed it out on a mall date the two on you had went on a few months ago. he'd said; "that's a nice watch," giving it a starry eyed look for a moment before walking off. you knew he'd like it, but neither of you had the pocket money for it at the time. it'd make him really happy if you showed him you remembered such a little thing he'd taken interest in.
you glance at the clock. he should be home by now, surely. in fact, he should've been here a half hour ago. you'd let it slide because you took extra time to get ready, but it's getting a little concerning at this point.
you know he's not at the restaurant waiting for you, because he'd said he was going to come pick you up from here. he'd been pretty uncomfortable about you riding the bus, so where is steve?
you leave the room and sit on the arm of the couch, bouncing your knee while listening for footsteps in the hallway outside the apartment. every muffled sound makes your head snap up. but it never stops at the door. at one point, you even stand up and walk to the window to see if he's coming up to the apartment complex from the street. you see cars passing and couples walking by laughing and bundled up against the cold. more flowers exchanged. and chocolates, and teddy bears.
"fuck it." you walk back to the phone attached to your wall in the kitchen and dial the station. "no. he couldn't be at work." you whisper to yourself repeatedly. he can't have a shift right now. the phone rings and rings, then someone answers with music playing faintly in the background.
"WQSK! you're live on-"
"hi," you cut in quickly, wincing at the way your voice comes out so pitchy. "is uh, is steve there? steve harrington."
"yeah! hang on a second," the voice says cheerily, putting the phone down a second to go get him. so he is there. steve's working while you're supposed to be more than halfway to the restaurant by now. you have to wait an excruciatingly long time for him to pick up the phone, and you have to hold back from throwing up from the suspense.
"hello?"
steve's voice.
"steve."
"hey, honey!" he exhales deeply. he sounds winded and distracted. again, he's scatterbrained. you must be the last thing on his mind right now. "what's up?"
...what's up?
you must be going crazy. you pause for a minute, then you speak slowly. "it's seven fifteen."
he's clearly wracking his brain to figure out what you mean by that, why you called him to tell him the time. then slowly, it clicks. you have a date tonight at seven thirty, and he's here working while you're calling him from home, probably waiting for him in a pretty outfit and your shoes on.
"shit." he fidgets. "baby, i... i totally- fuck, i thought it was tomorrow. i've been-"
"it's valentines day today, steve."
he hesitates again, and you hear nothing from his end of the line but his little puffs of breath and someone calling his name. a phone is ringing off the hook. "we... we're just slammed tonight." he says, words tumbling over each other as he rushes to explain why he stood you up so you don't end up hating him forever. “it’s double pay and the lines won’t stop lighting up and i just... i lost track of the date baby, i swear, i didn’t mean to.”
"you forgot." you say quieter than you expect, your voice nearly breaking as you fight back tears. you look down at your pretty dress and the watch box sitting there waiting for him. all gone to waste.
“i didn’t forget you,” he says immediately. “i’ve had this shift on my mind for weeks and i just got mixed up, im so sorry.”
for weeks.
you close your eyes. “we booked this in november.”
“i know, i know, i’m sorry, i can leave the station in a little bit, and we can have our own little date at home, okay?”
“can you?” you ask softly. "it doesn't even work like that, steve. you forgot about our date. and me."
he hesitates just for a second, and that's enough for you to hear the chaos once more, phones, music, pressure, and the lack of certainty in him. he knows he's needed there, at the radio station. he already committed to work for the night, not you, as usual.
“…i can try,” he says. somehow, that hurts worse than if he’d just said no. he's not taking accountability, he's trying to appease you with his words. he'll try, but he knows there's no way for him to come home. but the thought counts, right?
you swallow hard. “don’t.”
“what?”
“don’t try. you clearly need to be there.”
“baby, please-”
“it’s fine.” you hang up quickly before you end up sobbing your eyes out. the silence after is even worse. you stand there for a second, still holding the receiver, listening to the empty dial tone hum in your ear. then you slowly place it back in the cradle. without even looking at the clock, you know your reservation is gone by now. a night that was meant to be perfect gone to waste because steve clearly cares more about money and work than making you happy.
after changing out of your dress and washing your face, you sit on the couch on your pjs and flip through valentines specials on the tv - the cheesy rom coms and dramas practically poking fun at you.
the watch box is still there. unopened. accusing.
you just sit there, replaying the phone call in your head. from the noise behind him, to how quickly he explained his thoughtlessness by mentioning the double pay. the way he hesitated after suggesting he could leave. this whole night feels like one big slap in the face to you.
what hurts you the most though, is that he said he's had that shift on his mind for weeks. meanwhile you’ve been counting down to tonight because it was supposed to be special. but here you are, pushed behind something else again. never in the forefront of his mind.
later in the night, you finally hear his footsteps in the hall and his keys scraping the lock. once the door opens, steve steps inside with wind-swept hair, looking exhausted from the events of his long day. then he sees you on the couch, eyes puffy and red from the crying you'd been doing, with no one to comfort you but yourself.
steve's face falls. "oh baby..." he drops his bag and walks over to you after shutting the door carefully, kneeling between your legs as you sit on the couch and avoid eye contact. he sighs and carefully rubs your thighs up and down with his large hands, face falling the longer he sees how hurt you are. "im so sorry. God, i'm so sorry."
you nod once, sniffling and refusing to look at him. he continues speaking. "i got everything mixed up. i've been thinking about that shift because it pays so much, and-"
"steve, i don't care about money. stop talking about money, please."
he sighs softly and bows his head. "it's something we need though, honey."
you shake your head slowly, looking down at the pitiful state he's in right now. you hold back your second round of tears for the night because you want to get your point across and not be emotional and forget what you plan to say. if you don't, this'll keep happening. he'll keep putting his work over you and miss more dates and eventually he won't have a girlfriend to come back to anymore he keeps putting you on the back burner. he needs to know that. "do you need money more than me?"
steve lifts his head immediately. "no. no, that's not what i'm saying."
"so what is it then?" you demand, voice raising slightly. as expected, he can't respond to you immediately because he can't come up with anything that won't make him sound worse. you laugh bitterly. "i sat here for hours, waiting for you. i got ready, waited, and called the station and had to ask a stranger if my boyfriend remembered me."
"baby of course i do." he squeezes your thighs again, looking up into your eyes and caressing your body gently. "everything i do is for you. i just screwed up and i'm trying to fix it... what do you need from me? i can't turn back time."
"i need you to prioritize me."
steve's eyes glaze a bit and go glossy from unshed tears. he let you down so badly you think he's putting work over you when that's not the case at all. he tries to blink them away and takes your face in his hands, palms warm and slightly shaky. "i'm trying to fix things."
"what things?"
"you taking the bus, dealing with creeps. the peeling paint on the walls. you deserve more than this."
you sniffle and press your face into his hands, taking his wrists into your palms and squeezing softly. "all i need is you." you mumble softly, and he sighs softly, reaching forward to give you a tight hug. you accept it, burying your face into his neck and taking time to return to a calm before lightly pulling away.
standing up slowly, you retrieve the watch box you'd set away earlier, walking back to him and placing it in his hands before returning to your spot on the couch. "what's this?" he asks quietly.
you watch him turn the box over in his hands and inspect it, feeling the weight in his hands. "i was going to give it to you at dinner."
his brows knit together but he slowly opens the box, watching the silver catch the warm lighting of the apartment. the exact one he’d stared at in the mall window months ago. he looks between the watch and you, not knowing where to focus. "...you bought this?"
"i've been saving up for it cause i knew you'd like it," you say softly, watching his throat bob as he swallows thickly. right after, he wipes away more tears from his flushed cheeks. he feels more and more awful the longer he thinks about how he let you down, whereas you've been waiting all night to give him this huge gift.
"i wanted tonight to be special," you say, "i s-see you working so hard, and i'm so proud of you... i just-" your words dissolve into sobbing as you break down. "i just wanted you to be there tonight."
steve is crying harder now too, closes the box gently, and sets it down on the table. he draws you into his arms once more and crushes you in his embrace, murmuring into your hair. "i'm so sorry, honey... i don't care about anything in the whole world more than i care about you, i swear."
steve's rough thumbs drag under your eyes, catching tears that won’t stop falling, while his own drip down and mix with yours because he’s so close. distance is what caused this, and he's not risking even an inch of it now. "i do it all for you. everything i save is for you and our future."
"you mean it?" you say softly, and he nods eagerly, squeezing your face in his hands.
he nods eagerly. "i've only been taking this many shifts because i've been saving for your car.
the words don’t register at first. "…my what?"
"i've been putting money aside for months now," he confesses, "from family video, the station, the extra shifts.... i've been keeping track of it all to get you a nice car."
you stare at him. "you… you've been saving for a car?"
"your car," he corrects quietly. "so you don't have to take the bus, deal with creeps leaning over you or stand in the cold waiting for it." he sucks in a breath and strokes your warm face, sounding a little congested from crying. "it'll help me rest easier knowing you'll be more safe getting home."
you sniffle and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you must look a mess right now, you both do, but you don't care anymore. it makes sense now. the secrecy and his determination to work as much as possible, it was all for you. of course it was for you. he hadn't been lying when he told you you were his number one priority, and you feel silly for thinking otherwise. even if he let you down tonight.
"i was going to surprise you," he goes on quietly, "i was going to take you there in a couple weeks when i had enough and just... just hand you the keys and tell you you never have to ride that stupid bus again."
tears spill over both your faces again, fresh and warm. "i... i got so caught up trying to get you that stupid car that i forgot all about actually showing up for you. i thought... if i just pushed myself harder and sacrificed a little more sleep for a few more nights, it'd be worth it 'cause you'd be happy and safe and i'd finally feel like i was doing something right with you." he rambles. "i wanted to prove i could take care of you."
you whisper his name, holding him against you. and letting him go on without interrupting. it takes quite a lot for steve to get vulnerable, even with you, and here he is, crying, and looking sick to his stomach for hurting you and standing you up. you know he's sincere; he means his apology with every fiber in him. and part of you is glad this all happened, because now everything is laid out bare between both of you. no more secrets.
"but i messed up," he says, shaking his head. "i got tunnel vision and made it about the car and the money. i forgot the actual point was you."
"i'm so in love with you it makes me stupid sometimes," he continues the end of his speech hoarsely. "but i hope you can find it in you to forgive my dumbass." he gives you a wobbly smile, trying not to cry any more.
you let out a quiet "oh steve," before dragging him forward and pulling him on top of you, kissing him deeply. it's soft, desperate and a little too wet from the tears all over both your faces, but much needed. you sigh against his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair while his hands frame your face as though you might slip away if he doesn't hold you steady against him. "no more secrets," he whispers against your mouth, and you nod fervently back, pressing a few more pecks to his lips as he draws back slowly, hovering over you.
he looks over at the kitchen slowly, then back at you. "stay here for a little bit, okay?"
"…why?"
"i'm gonna make you the best damn three-course meal you've ever seen, that's why. and no arguing with me. appetizer, main course, dessert. ten times better than that overpriced place with the red curtains. we're having our cute little date no matter what."
you giggle. "steve, you can barely make rice. or even eggs. you burn anything you put on the stove."
he gives you a mock gasp of outrage. "rude! i'll have you know i can use the stove perfectly fine."
despite everything, you’re smiling now.
really smiling. he leans down and kisses you again. "stay here and look pretty for me. pretend you just got picked up at seven-thirty and your boyfriend didn’t have a temporary lapse in brain function."
you grin and catch his wrist before he can walk away. "hold up! i'm helping."
steve groans. "baby, that defeats the purpose of the whole thing." he shakes his head when he sees the stubborn look on your face. "ugh, fine. but i'm in charge."
you lean up and smooch him, hands sliding around his body. "we'll see about that," you murmur against his lips.
he grins into the kiss and pushes you back into the couch, moaning softly into your mouth and rolling his tongue over yours sloppily, soft slurping sounds resounding between the two of you. he grunts and squeezes your body gently, rolling his hips between your thighs so you can feel how much you've worked him up.
you moan softly. "you're getting distracted, chef harrington-"
"i want a taste of you instead, mrs. harrington."
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PAIRING: munch! Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
A/N: I wrote this in one sitting so pls ignore if it's really bad. (Repost from my old acc again!! Requests are open!!)
SYNPOSIS: Steve loves eating pussy - that was very apparent. And tonight was nothing out of the ordinary.
WARNINGS: oral (f! receiving), smut, description of bodily fluids, cursing
WORD COUNT: 597 (ik it's short, I'M SORRY.)
Now, you knew Steve loved eating pussy. There was no doubt about it — he did it every time he had the chance. That or he'd make time for it. And almost every time without fail, he'd get drunk on you.
Steve had your legs pushed open, showing absolutely zero mercy with his mouth. His tongue moved in desperate motions — up and down, collecting your arousal to greedily swallow down before focusing on your clit.
He's basically making out with your pussy, his eyes dazed over as he eats like a man who hasn't in days and doesn't know when he will next. His frequent moans vibrate against your pussy, adding to the stimulation. Your hand leaves the bed and fists in his hair. "taste s' good.." he mumbles into your core, not even bothering to pull back and speak.
Your hand tugs on his brown locks, pulling him in further which earns you a desperate groan from him. Though you were far from quiet too, your moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom. The back of your head dug into pillow under it, your eyes struggling to stay open. "Shit! Steve!" You moan as he sucks particularly harsh on your clit before soothing it over with his tongue.
He moans against you before shaking his head, trying to get himself impossibly deeper. His nose nudges your bud as his tongue finds your entrance again, collecting the arousal there before slowly dipping inside. He moans as he feels your walls around his tongue, pulling a gasp from you.
The squelch in between your thighs gets louder with each minute - making you aware of the mess the two of you would leave behind. "Oh my god- Steve.." you get out in a breathy moan before making him aware of your incoming orgasm. "I'm gonna cum- Steve!" Your voice gets higher pitched, desperate as he increases the urgency.
His mouth working you almost feral like as he hums repeatedly against you. "Mhm... mhm... mhhhmm..." is all he can manage as all he can focus on is the meal he has the pleasure of devouring right now. You look down at him and notice the hazy look in his eyes... you tug again on his hair and buck your hips against his mouth, chasing your orgasm as the coil in your lower belly got tighter.
His mouth wraps around your clit and sucks, humming his soft approvals... and that's what sends your flying over the edge. The coil snapping suddenly as your hips still and your back arches. The noises leaving your lips are downright sinful as he works you through your high.
Soon the overstimulation sets in and you squirm, having to push his head back but not without a soft protest from him, his eyes locked onto your pussy before flickering up to your face.
He looks pathetic as he leans his head on your thigh, his other hand soothing the other. Your eyes drift down to the half of his face - soaked. His nose, his lips, his chin, all glistening with your arousal.
He places a soft kiss to your thigh before speaking softly. "Can you give me another..?" His voice is soft, filled with admiration and hope as he gazes up at you. How could you say no? "Yeah... just gimme a minute." you pant out, smirking slightly. A smile pulls at his lips as he sits up. Your eyes lock onto his cock which was now revealed, the tip flushed, leaking and standing tall.
You were in for a long night.
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MUNCH
Steve Harrington fucked you so hard that the bed broke.
x fem!reader, SMUT! mdni
quick blurb, because he literally cannot leave my mind
english is not my first language, be nice to me please ;p
dividers by angeliicide
Where's Niffty?
"You, have you seen our darling Niffty anywhere?"
"She's doing the reanimated roach corpse puppet thing with Baxter?"
"Where are they then?"
"...She's your bound soul?? Why would I know?"
"..."
"Why do you need her anyway?"
"...I purchased her a new can of bug spray...Which I was meaning to deliver to her, posthaste."
"...That's actually kind of sweet?"
"...It is not sentimental, I'm merely ensuring she can do her job!"
"Right, right, like how getting Husk that expensive bottle of scotch was 'just supporting his work'."
"Good employees deserve a reward for acceptable performance from time to time, what do you take me for?!"
"...An overlord??"
"Overlords can take decent care of their investments, I never."
XOXO
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: Steve and Y/N's relationship is still kinda new, so she can't help but feel a bit shy about asking for affection. Steve loves to indulge her though.
Warnings: Use of Y/N, Fluff, Cursing, Kissing, Reader is a bit shy
Word Count: 1.7K
WSQK Radio Station is homey, comfortable. When Robin and Steve had first arrived it had been more of a desolate and empty place, but now it’s got a sort of liveliness to it.
Y/N liked to visit, lounge on the couch, complete her coursework from the nearby community college— something to busy herself with while the world seemed to end around them. And in the small town called Hawkins now confined to a quarantine, Y/N had been lucky enough to find love in Steve Harrington. Somewhere between the chaos of the crawls and the ongoing search for Vecna, the pair had gotten together. It had only been a few months, still a young romance. But things were going… well.
(sorry everyone i felt like making so many posts tn 💔) i have an idea for a steve harrington fic, maybe like “king steve” x loser!reader like richie tozier loser (yknow unfunny but funny jokes, video game nerd, talks to much, just silly goose) anyways yeah, no one has to write this, do want you want, but if you do please tag me!
Reply - Part 1
Inspired by: [Han Seungwoo] 'Reply' - M Countdown
Note: Today is the 3rd anniversary of Seungwoo's solo debut and it would be an understatement to say this album changed my life. I just had to write something for it, I couldn't contain myself...
Note 2: stop calling me a seungwoo simp
Synopsis: after a week of contemplation, Seungwoo finally brings up the courage to send you a message. As he waits anxiously for you to reply, all he can do to kill the time is reminisce about the first time met you.
Genre: fluff and very slight angst maybe? Let's just say it's the wholesome start of a slow burn romance
Pairing: Seungwoo x gn reader
Word Count: 3,4k
Contains: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes (but no actual drinking or smoking)
sometimes…… in the silence of the night…….. i remember you…..
x1 😭
