#Steven? No Seven (AU 001)

[heeluvviee]

SUMMER LOVE | LHS + SJY + YJW

pairing; conrad!heeseung (17) x belly!reader (16) x jeremiah!jake (17) x cam cameron!jungwon (16)

characters; steven!sunghoon, taylor!chaewon, shayla!wonyoung, niki from enhypen, ning ning from aespa, beomgyu from txt, and others!

synopsis; every summer, your family returns to jina's beach house at cousins beach, a tradition since childhood. this year, as you reconnect with jina's sons, heeseung and jake, you notice a change in their interactions with you. gazes lingering longer, hugs feeling tighter, sparking a summer filled with unexpected feelings and the potential for long-awaited romance. leaving you to wonder if this season might be the one where everything changes, maybe to finally bring the romance you've always secretly hoped for all these years.

genre; mostly written + smau, tsitp au, romance, angst, fluff, heartbreak, unrequited love, childhood friends to lovers, love square, love triangle, non-idol au

warnings; swearing, suggestive (NO SMUT), asshole heeseung, flirty jake, overprotective sunghoon, violence, underage drinking, smoking, y/n's kinda stupid sometimes and indecisive, parties, miscommunications/misunderstandings, most characters are teenagers, kys jokes, cheating??, dark humor jokes (not too bad i promise), more tba

this fic is heavily inspired/based on the summer i turned pretty

start; 7/20/24 | end; _

taglist; open!! (send an ask or comment)

profiles; 001 | 002 | 003

one; summer house

two; summer dress

three; summer nights

four; summer heat

five; summer catch

six; summer tides

seven; summer love

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED <333

[apparentlyimbullshit]

It had been years since he began living life as Steven. Years since he’d last seen Three. He was convinced that Three was dead, he’d tried to escape and then they never saw from him again. He was an example, at least to Seven, of what would happen if any of them were stupid enough to try and escape. In fact it became obvious after meeting Eleven that he’d been the only one who didn’t try to escape.

So when he saw Three across the way he dropped the soda from his hand and just gawked. After a moment, he slowly approaches the other, looking like he’s seen a ghost. “Th-Three?”

@labconfined

[apparentlyimbullshit]

@broken-weapon [X]

[TXT: Philbear ] NO. [TXT: Philbear ] Oh my god I want to die... [TXT: Philbear ] .... did you at least enjoy it?

[apparentlyimbullshit]

He’d been hesitant of leaving Hawkins, it was all he had ever known. But with fully removing Brenner and the others from Hawkins, knowing they could be elsewhere? He had to do something... and he wasn’t ready to let of Phil. He didn’t know if he could really be without him. Not now at least. So much of leaving behind the place he imprisoned himself in a false sense of safety was thanks to Phil.

When the other beckons him over, he moves close to Phil, rubbing his arms. He slicks his hair back and whimpers a bit because it sends cold water trickling down his back. He can’t help but try and press close to Phil, trying to get warm.

@broken-weapon [X]

[apparentlyimbullshit]

@broken-weapon​ [X]

Vegas had been.... a culture shock. To say the least. He have seen unbelievable things but Vegas? Oof. So when he woke up the next morning, head throbbing, he wasn’t acutely aware of the new metal band around his finger. His hand feels around for Phil before finding him. “Oh my god....” he grumbles. “I... I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover.” he whines. Playing his fingers he feels the cool metal and his eyes pop open and he sits upright.

Looking at the band on his finger, he looks around and then looks at Phil. Then at his hand. He feels like the wind has been knocked out of him, flopping back to stare at the ceiling. Seven lets out a long breath before he looks at Phil. The brunet finally breaks the silence, voice soft. “Are... are you okay with this?” Because I am he thinks to himself.

[apparentlyimbullshit]

He hadn’t honestly been expecting anyone, especially not this late in the day, but he’d seen the head lights pulling into his driveway, so he watched for a moment to see if it was just turn around. Turns out it wasn’t. It was a nice car, but nothing was setting off the cloister bells in his head yet. Hawkins Lab had been shut down, so no one had a reason to be coming for him. Everything had settled down right? Eleven had closed the Gate, things had been fine, calm even.

He heard the person get out of the car, and he knew the walk length by heart. So by the time he reached the door, the person would be reaching the porch. Seven unlocks the door and begins to slowly open it. “Hi there, can I--” he felt like a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat. He knew the government types when he saw them, he’s spent his life being observed by them. Seven had to forcefully swallow the lump in his throat as he looks at the other wide eyed. Did they find out? Did they know? A trembling hand white knuckles the door now. “S-Sorry... how c-can I help you?” he forces. “I’m afraid my folks aren’t home at the moment if you’re looking for them.” Seven was 18 now, but that was besides the point.

a starter for @broken-weapon

[apparentlyimbullshit]

💋 (you had to know this was coming)

Sinday Meme: Accepting@broken-weapon

There is a sharp inhale as he feels lips make contact with his own. He hadn’t been expecting it. Not from Coulson of all people. He was just some kid from Hawkins. An experiment. A monster. Why would some one like Phil like him? Let alone want to kiss him. He doesn’t push the other back though. After a moment his hands come up to rest on Phil’s chest and shoulders. When their lips do part, he just sort of looks at Coulson, all doe eyed. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing intelligent comes out and he just sort of looks at him, red in the face. Finally he manages words, but it’s just... “Hi.” he then cringes a bit because now he feels like an idiot.