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seungrem · 2 months

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Huening Kai & Yeonjun x m!reader

‘Feel Good’ ~*+

summary: male!reader joins txt on a beach vacation, finding himself attracted to two of its members. Pursued by kai and yeonjun in both the past and present, he struggles to finally choose an idol.

( overview: staff or 6th member!reader (not specified), idol!kai & yeonjun, love triangle trope, whirlwind romance!yeonjun, shy crush!kai, asshole!yeonjun & possessive!kai, smut w both - bttm!reader, ends w both )

( warnings, some nsfw: slight PDA, arguing, very light physical altercation, slut shaming, getting caught, 3sum, manhandling, lack of self respect, teasing/jealously )

emoji theme:

🌿 ( long story - around 6k words )

-🧸 ( tiny fluff crumbs )

+🫧 ( angst- arguing, pushing, indecisiveness, etc. )

❄️ ( +18, minors DNI, yk how this goes )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Flowing smoothly across the beach on a cloudy summer morning, a light breeze lifts the shirts of three boys. They lie on sandy towels, talking amongst themselves. Reserved, their private seaside sat in front of their two-story, navy blue beach house. A long, white ramp followed the side of the small cliff in which the house sat on, it settling into the sand. The beach itself was around 30ft of land that lead into a vast, turquoise ocean. Without a care in the world, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun sat, awaiting their friends in the crisp beach air.

After a world tour for their most recent album, the group was given the opportunity to take a break- them desiring a change of scenery. Per their request, the group and their manager asked that ☁️ join them on their trip despite his busy schedule. Of course, ☁️ agreed. He loved the boys’ company, and the boys loved him. A few, quite literally- and a lot more than the others.

Kai and ☁️ were hunched over the kitchen island making sandwiches for everyone. Demanding that Kai wasn’t to touch anything sharp or dangerous, ☁️ did the slicing while Kai put all the ingredients into the sandwiches. The two were relatively quiet, but that was due to it being 9:30 in the morning. Kai was always taciturn and slow in the morning so ☁️ knew to leave him alone.

The small kitchen was filled with sounds of chopping until Kai decided that he wanted a break. He looked over to ☁️ and stared at him, the boy then rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Hey ☁️, isn’t that Yeonjun’s shirt? Why are you wearing it?” Kai spoke in a sleepy tone, though upon turning to face the boy, ☁️ saw his eyes spark of exasperation.

“I found it in my room and wore it last night. I didn’t really think twice about it.” ☁️ stopped cutting slices of tomato to give Kai his attention. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“I guess not. I could’ve given you something to wear.” Kai said sluggishly, walking over to ☁️ and wrapping his arms around the boy’s body. He rested his chin on top of ☁️’s head as the boy began to start cutting the tomato again.

The beach house’s first floor has an open concept- the living room, dining room, and kitchen being one big room separated by archways. A guest room was also located on the first floor, though it had a door and its own bathroom. That was ☁️’s room, it in-between the kitchen and staircase.

☁️ watched out of the corner of his eye as Yeonjun walked out of his (☁️’s) room. Holding a few pieces of clothing, he strolled into the living room. Kai was completely oblivious, seeming to have fallen asleep holding ☁️.

After a few more minutes of cutting some fruits, ☁️ was done. He stood still as to not disturb Kai, ☁️ rubbing Kai’s hands as an indication that he needed to get going. Kai trudged over to the unfinished sandwiches as Yeonjun jauntily approached ☁️. Noticing a grin on his face, ☁️ sighed.

“Last night was fun.” Yeonjun teased as he laid a kiss on the boy’s neck. He walked over to the fridge still smirking, grabbing a container of orange juice.

Kai quickly turned his body toward ☁️, the spark in his eyes reigniting.

“What’d you do last night?” Kai asked innocently, though ☁️ could tell he was getting upset. ☁️ reached out to the boy, but he stormed past him and walked down the hall.

“Kai, wait.”

☁️ could feel Yeonjun’s grin behind him.

“Not sure what’s up with you two recently..”

☁️ spun around, his tone overflowing with irritation. “Why’d you say that? You know he’s sensitive.”

“Cause. It was fun.” Yeonjun said smiling.

“If you’re going to tell people what we do then.. we can’t do this anymore.” He stared at Yeonjun, who responded by scowling. ☁️ rolled his eyes and began to walk after Kai.

“It’s not my fault you keep leading him on.”

☁️ paused, turning to face the boy once again. “Who told you that? I like him, honestly. Things are just, really slow right now.”

Yeonjun shrugged, sipping his orange juice as if no harm had been done.

☁️ walked down the hallway and turned to the steps. After walking up, he reached the Kai’s room- the first door to the left. ☁️ knocked lightly. After not hearing a response, he opened the door. Kai laid on his plushie-filled bed, his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“Kai..” ☁️ called out, tip-toeing into his room. Kai didn’t respond until ☁️ walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge beside him.

“I thought that I made it so obvious that I liked you.. Do you feel the same way?” Kai lifted his body up on his bed to sit, giving his attention to ☁️.

“Of course I do. Things are just really complicated with..”

“Yeonjun?”

“I was going to say work, but that too.”

“So do you like him more than me?”

“You’re much sweeter.”

☁️ climbed next to Kai, placing his head on the boy’s chest. Kai responded by wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulder.

“So why do you still entertain him?” Kai asked, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m not sure.”

The two remained silent for a few seconds before Kai exhaled heavily.

“So you like me, but not enough to stop sleeping with Yeonjun?”

“Kai, I’m not-”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t. You’re wearing his clothes, letting him kiss your neck. He’s sleeping in your room, basically admitting to-”

“Kai.. I’m sorry. It’s complicated.”

“Then you two can be complicated together.” Kai said as he removed his arm from around ☁️’s shoulder, softly pushing him to the edge of the bed.

“I..”

The boy closed his eyes as he placed his hands under his head once again.

“I’ll be outside soon.”

☁️ sighed and slid off of the bed. He walked out of the room, down the stairs, and back to the kitchen, where Yeonjun had placed the sandwiches and sliced fruits in plastic bags.

“Guessing your talk didn’t go as you planned.” Yeonjun thought out loud, not taking his eyes off of the bags he was preparing.

“I was honest with him, for the most part.”

“What’d he say?” Yeonjun asked as he placed the bags into a dark blue cooler.

“He doesn’t want to be near me right now. I told him things are complicated and he asked if I liked him or you better.”

Yeonjun closed the lid and looked over at ☁️. “What’d you say?”

“I liked him more. I don’t think he believed me.”

“How could he when he knows you sit on me every night. Why lie to him?”

“Stop. I’m not lying, I think you’re an asshole compared to him.”

“You’re probably right, but you still like me.” Yeonjun grabbed the cooler’s handle and motioned for ☁️ to follow him. “They’ve waited long enough though.”

☁️ walked to the backdoor, opening it for Yeonjun as he dragged the cooler through. The two followed the ramp down to where the three boys sat. Taehyun turned around, acknowledging the two with a wave.

☁️ watched as the four boys ran into the water despite the cloudy sky and light breeze. Picking at the fruits in his bag, he laid on his stomach. He felt sand land on his towel and feet only a few seconds after.

“Sorry.”

Kai laid his towel down next to ☁️’s, climbing on it immediately after. As Kai laid on his stomach as well, ☁️ noticed his white flannel with navy shorts.

“You’re okay.” ☁️ responded, looking over at him.

The two watched the others in silence until Kai turned his attention to ☁️.

“I’ve decided not to be mad about you and Yeonjun.”

☁️ was shocked by his statement, turning to look back at him.

“How come?”

“We’re not dating. We’re not doing anything. I shouldn’t be mad.” Kai remained expressionless, him turning his attention back to the boys in the water.

“Well, I’d like to do.. something.” ☁️ thought about it, quickly looking around. “We should go out and do something fun together.”

Kai hesitated to respond, though it wasn’t initially obvious. “Would you let me do what he does?”

“What do you mean?” ☁️ asked, continuing his gaze on the boy. He watched as Kai returned his gaze, looking out into the water where the boys were now splashing each other.

“Would you let me touch you like he does?”

☁️ raised an eyebrow at the question. “Is that the fun thing you wanted to do together?”

“You and Yeonjun do it. Why can’t we?” Kai locked eyes with ☁️, though his dull tone didn’t change.

“I thought you wanted to be.. more than that.” ☁️ stared into Kai’s eyes as he did the same.

“I do. But we aren’t anything, yet.”

“Exactly. Wouldn’t you want to wait?”

Kai shook his head, returning his gaze back to the boys.

“Oh… ok.” ☁️ responded, doing the same.

“So, yes?”

“Mm, I’ll think about it.”

☁️ rolled onto his back as the clouds parted ways with the sun, the beach becoming illuminated by its light. Closing his eyes, the boy heard two of the idols run back to their towels, one of them unintentionally dripping water onto ☁️ as they sat down. The other two seemed to slowly follow behind, talking as they did so.

“Are you going in?” Soobin sat on his towel beside ☁️, crossing his legs. ☁️ opened his eyes, turning to face the boy. Beomgyu eavesdropped behind the two.

“Maybe..”

“Hyuka is. Why don’t you go with him? The water’s nice.”

☁️ looked over his shoulder to see Kai’s towel vacant. The boy was standing up to his ankles in the water, seemingly admiring the view. ☁️ turned back toward Soobin and nodded, him then standing up.

“Hey Yeonjun, fight back.” Beomgyu looked over to Yeonjun, laughing obnoxiously. As Yeonjun lunged at him, he fell into Soobin, who pushed him into the sand. ☁️ laughed, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Soobin, who smiled in response.

☁️ could hear Yeonjun yelling behind him as he turned around. The sand was soft under his feet as he walked, though it gradually became cooler and more compact. Eventually, ☁️ stepped into the fresh water as it receded back into the ocean, slightly suctioning his feet under the sand as he continued deeper. As he stood beside Kai, he wondered why the boy wasn’t acknowledging him.

“Kai,”

The boy turned his head, clearly surprised.

“Hi. Do you want to go deeper?”

☁️ looked at his toes under the clear blue water, the sun now illuminating the sea.

“Not really.. but if you want to I will.”

Kai grabbed ☁️’s wrist, pulling him farther into the water. The ocean rose higher up ☁️’s body as the two stepped further, waves crashing into the two as they proceeded. Now soaked, ☁️ stopped as the water level was equal to his collarbone.

“Why’d you stop?” Kai asked, tugging at the boy’s wrist.

“We’re too deep.”

“Come here.”

Kai grabbed ☁️’s waist from under the water, slowly moving the boy close to him.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

☁️ wrapped his arms and legs around Kai, getting nervous. The four boys on the beach were as small as ants at this point, and who knew what was lurking in the water.

“Kai, don’t go further. We’re too far.”

“I got you, though. I can swim.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

☁️ turned around, watching as the water in the distance rose. Their bodies began moving farther out, the ocean sucking them under a large swell.**

** Swell: A traveling wave that hasn’t broken the ocean’s surface tension yet, thus making it a moving dome.

☁️ felt Kai kick his legs to keep them afloat, but the swell had engulfed over them. Kai pushed the boy upwards, ☁️’s head and shoulders back above the water. Kai followed directly after, gripping ☁️’s lower back and pushing them together. He coughed a bit, then shook his head to get the hair out of his face. The two stared at each other, Kai laughing out of embarrassment.

“Sorry..” Kai looked up at ☁️ with puppy eyes, water dripping down his face and neck.

“I thought you got me.”

“I did. You just distracted me.”

“How?” ☁️ furrowed his eyebrows at the comment, holding onto Kai as the two floated over another swell.

“‘Cause you’re pretty.” Kai held eye contact with ☁️, the boy melting under his touch despite the ocean water’s coolness.

“You’re pretty, too.” ☁️ whispered, tightening his arms around Kai’s neck. Kai leaned his head forward as ☁️ did the same, the two locking lips. ☁️ could taste the ocean’s salt on the boy’s lips as he brushed his fingers along the boy’s hair. Kai’s hands traveled down to ☁️’s waist then hips, ultimately settling on the boy’s ass. ☁️ stuck his tongue into Kai’s mouth as they made out, Kai reacting by gripping the boy’s cheeks and doing the same. ☁️’s legs tightened around Kai’s hips as his growing bulge brushed against the boy’s stomach. Another swell brushed over their shoulders, though Kai kept them afloat.

Kai pulled away from ☁️ as another swell approached the two, it much bigger than the last few. Grabbing ☁️’s hands from around his neck, Kai lifted them to float over the wave.

“I can’t keep kicking, let’s head back.”

☁️ looked around Kai’s head to see that they were farther from shore than they had originally been. He grabbed Kai’s arm, the two riding the waves back to where they could stand. As ☁️ felt sand under his feet, he exhaled, out of breath.

The two slowly trudged through the water as waves splashed against their backs. Side by side, they walked out of the water and into the sand’s warmth. Their steps stained the beige sand brown as ocean water dripped down their bodies. ☁️ looked over to Kai, who held his hands in front of his crotch.

“Does this mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” ☁️ said teasingly, pointing down there.

Kai glanced over at ☁️, smiling at the comment as they arrived to their towels.

“Why’d you guys go so far out?” Beomgyu asked, him lying on his back. ☁️ sat down on his towel as Kai laid on his stomach.

“He wanted to.” ☁️ responded, looking up at the sun. The sun was now bright and sending extensive amounts of warmth to the Earth as the clouds disappeared.

“I’m glad we did.” Kai whispered, turning his head to look at ☁️.

☁️ smiled and rolled his eyes, whispering back. “I’m sure you are.”

“Are you trying to make me look bad?”

Yeonjun stood in front of ☁️ after the others had walked inside.

“I’m not trying to do anything.” ☁️ attempted to walk around Yeonjun, but he stepped in front of him again.

“We all saw you and Kai in the water. The hell were you thinking?” Yeonjun took a step forward with vindictive, maniacal tone. His face displayed his rage- an eyebrow raised and nose scrunched.

“Why’re you mad? Nobody else seemed to care.” ☁️ asked innocently, placing a hand on Yeonjun’s arm and trying to move around him again. Yeonjun grabbed ☁️’s arm back in response, shoving the boy’s body against the beach house’s blue exterior. Yeonjun stood in front of ☁️, both hands on his sides as to not allow him to move.

“Everyone knows you’re mine. You can’t just-”

“I was never yours. You told me to stop leading him on, didn’t you?”

“Not at the expense of that ass.” Yeonjun mumbled, gazing at the boy he had pinned against the wall.

“All we ever did was f-”

“So?”

“So.. I guess it’s time we moved on. You should move on.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

☁️ looked at Yeonjun in confusion as the boy removed his hands from the wall. Yeonjun stood expressionless, motioning his hands over to the door beside them.

“What?” ☁️ furrowed his eyebrows as he remained with his back against the wall. Yeonjun didn’t respond, choosing to stare at the boy instead. ☁️ nodded and mouthed an ‘okay..’ as he stepped aside and opened the door, Yeonjun following close behind.

☁️ glanced behind him as he walked across the living room and to his bedroom, again with Yeonjun close behind him. Beomgyu and Taehyun watched from the kitchen, ☁️ not acknowledging them. As he reached the door, ☁️ turned around.

“What’re you doing?” ☁️ questioned, though Yeonjun ignored him. As ☁️ was about to turn around, Yeonjun grabbed his arm and opened the room door, forcing him in. ☁️ stumbled in as Yeonjun closed and then locked the door behind them. ☁️ fell onto his knees right in front of his bed. Looking up, he was met by Kai’s angry expression. ☁️ quickly turned around, watching as Yeonjun turned to face him.

“What the hell? Why’re you in here?” Yeonjun jumped as he noticed Kai sitting on ☁️’s bed.

“Why are you in here?” Kai asked, looking down at ☁️. “Why’s he in here, ☁️?” He murmured, ☁️ shrugging in response.

“‘Cause we were gonna talk. Without you.”

“Did you have to push me?” ☁️ asked, standing up and sitting next to Kai.

“Kai, get out.” Yeonjun said, using his thumb to point behind him.

“☁️, do you want me to get out?” Kai bantered, turning his head from ☁️ back to Yeonjun.

“No, just say what you were gonna say.” ☁️ said, looking at Yeonjun.

“Fine, I’ll just go.” Yeonjun threw his hands up, turning around and grabbing the doorknob.

“Wait! Just tell me.” ☁️ pleaded.

“Okay, I’ll whisper it.” Yeonjun said, motioning the boy to come over to him. ☁️ walked over, standing in front of him with his head to the side. Yeonjun leaned down slightly, placing his head in the space between ☁️’s neck and shoulder. As ☁️ waited for Yeonjun to begin, he felt a pair of lips land on his skin and start sucking. ☁️ felt his bulge grow as he pushed Yeonjun away.

“You asshole.” ☁️ said discreetly covering his boner with his hand.

“When he doesn’t feel as good as I do, just call me.” Yeonjun whispered, him then grinning at a visibly angry Kai. He left the room, satisfied, as ☁️ turned to face the boy on the bed. Kai simply stared at ☁️, his expression monotone.

“Sorry, I didn’t think-”

“Do you think I’d make you feel good?”

☁️ was taken aback by his question, though Kai’s expression remained unfazed. The boy trudged over to the bed, sitting next to Kai while still covering his hard spot.

“You know, that’s not really something you ask someone.”

“You also aren’t supposed to sleep with your friends. But you do.”

“Why’re you being sassy?” ☁️ rolled his eyes and climbed onto his bed. Resting his head on the pillows, he pulled his phone from out of his pocket. ☁️ brought his knees up, placing his feet flat on the bed as he replied to messages. With his phone over his face, he watched Kai climb over to him from under the screen. Kai placed a hand on each of the boy’s ankle moving them to the side. He placed his head in between the boys legs, continuing up his body. ☁️ finally gave the boy his attention once Kai popped his head in between ☁️ and his phone, then resting his face on ☁️’s chest. Kai pushed his arms under ☁️’s back, hugging him. ☁️ smiled to himself, placing his phone down and playing with the boy’s hair.

“Answer my question..” Kai purred as he laid in between the boy’s legs.

☁️ huffed. “You already did. Remember?”

“You mean in the water?”

“Mhm.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because, that was only for a second.”

☁️ didn’t respond, continuing to play with the boy’s hair. After impatiently waiting, Kai looked up expectantly.

“Why are you so caught up on it?” ☁️ asked, rolling his eyes. Kai removed an arm from under him, turning his body to place a finger on ☁️’s bulge- it still hard. He looked up and smiled.

“I just wanna take care of you.”

“Do you?” ☁️ asked sarcastically, pushing the boy’s finger off of his shorts.

“I do.” Kai stated, his cool tone sending a shiver down ☁️’s spine.

“Come here.” ☁️ instructed, softly grabbing Kai’s chin and leading it to his. Kai climbed over the boy’s body, their faces now inches apart. The window behind them displayed beams of orange sunlight, illuminating Kai’s features. ☁️ smiled at the boy in front of him, watching as his dark figure transformed into one of glowing orange.

☁️ pulled Kai’s chin once again, this time directing the boy’s lips to his own. Kai readjusted his form, forcing his hips in between ☁️’s legs and placing his hands on each side of the boy’s shoulders. ☁️ reacted by wrapping an arm around the boys neck, which resulted in their kiss becoming deeper. Kai’s bulge began growing in between ☁️’s legs, him thrusting harshly as the two continued to pull on each other’s tongues. ☁️ couldn’t help but moan between each thrust as his body began to warm up. Kai pulled away and tugged at ☁️’s shirt.

“Take it off.” Kai demanded, taking his own shirt off- it revealing his smooth pecs.

“Since when were you assertive?” ☁️ laughed slowly pulling his shirt off.

Kai smiled, diving into the boy’s neck. ☁️ moaned loudly as Kai began kissing and biting the boy’s skin. Rubbing his hands through Kai’s body and hair, ☁️ wrapped his legs around the boy’s waist.

After a few seconds, Kai placed both hands on ☁️’s waist, falling backward. ☁️ now sat on top of Kai’s boner, the boy under him grinning.

“Now the pants.” Kai cooed, helping the boy remove his pants and underwear. Kai then directed the boy’s head down to his torso, ☁️ placing kisses over his abdomen. “It’s all yours.”

☁️ smiled at the comment, climbing up to his pecs. He placed his tongue along them, Kai’s hand moving to the back of ☁️’s head. He slowly moved the boy’s head down to his hips, ☁️ slowly pulling his pants down and off of his body. Throwing them aside, he ran his hand along Kai’s long length. Kai pushed ☁️’s head down onto his underwear, the boy softly biting the boner through the material.

It didn’t take long for ☁️ to place his fingers on the waistband, pulling the underwear down to reveal Kai’s length. He didn’t expect to get smacked in the face by it, which caused Kai to laugh softly. He guided ☁️’s head to it, the boy opening his mouth and taking it in. ☁️ began bobbing his head slowly, using his tongue to add another sensation. Kai threw his head back, gradually pushing the boy’s head deeper and deeper onto his dick. After a few of his own thrusts, ☁️ began to gag.

“Sorry..” Kai whispered, quickly pulling the boy’s head off of his length. ☁️ wiped the saliva from his lips, watching as Kai repositioned himself to kneel in front of him.

“Get down.” Kai instructed again, shoving the boy down beside him. He moved behind ☁️, both of their backs against the window and facing the door. The sun’s orange light faded out of view as it succumbed to the earth below, leaving the two with the moon’s soft glow instead.

Kai slapped his length as few times against ☁️’s ass as he arched his back. Brushing against Kai’s pelvis area, ☁️ felt a liquid drip down his asshole, a pair of fingers then entering him. ☁️ gasped at the sudden sensation, Kai continuing to roughly move his fingers in and out. Whimpering from the pain, ☁️ placed his head into his crossed arms, muffling his cries. Kai slowed down eventually, pulling his fingers out and rubbing ☁️’s ass.

“Condom, right?” He asked, ☁️ turning around to watch him grab something from the nightstand behind them.

“Yeah. Did you bring one knowing I’d let you do this?” ☁️ muttered, embarrassed.

“No, this stuff is yours. From the nightstand’s drawer.”

“You went through my stuff?”

“Just your nightstand.” Kai said without much emotion, tugging on his dick. “Ready?”

☁️ sighed and whispered a ‘yeah,’ lowering his head back down on the bed. Kai placed his hand on the boy’s head once again, placing his hips a few inches away from ☁️’s ass. After stroking a few more times, Kai slowly put the tip in, making ☁️ yelp softly. After he continued inching his dick inside, he placed his other hand on ☁️’s waist. Kai groaned softly as ☁️ tightened around him.

He steadily moved his hips back and forth, letting ☁️ adjust to his length as the boy continued to whine. Kai’s hands were on each side of ☁️’s waist now, picking up his speed as he thrusted his entire length in. Kai kept a steady pace shoving his length in and out, ☁️’s head practically hanging off of the edge of the bed.

The creak of the turning doorknob caused Kai to stop, the two of them looking up in horror as the door swung open.

“You little slut..” Yeonjun’s eyes were wide open, obviously surprised to see ☁️ getting fucked from behind by Kai. The two were too shocked to speak or move, watching as Yeonjun closed the door behind him, then locking it. He wore a plain white tee with striped pajama pants, his hair wet and pushed out of his face.

“I can’t believe you’d let him of all people get it.” Yeonjun gritted his teeth, turning back around to the two.

“Fuck off, Yeonjun.” Kai spewed his words, them dripping with anger.

Yeonjun approached ☁️, who was still hot and softly whimpering. He moved his crotch inches away from ☁️’s head, him then placing a hand behind the boy’s neck. Yeonjun grinned at Kai as ☁️ reached over and tugged at the boy’s pants.

“I usually sneak down here around this time. Do you want me to go, ☁️?”

☁️ shook his head, him then turning to Kai. “You’re doing really good, do you mind if he joins?”

Kai looked over to Yeonjun, whose grin turned into a grimace.

“..No.” Kai said gripping ☁️’s ass as he slowly began moving his hips again.

Quick to help ☁️ pull his pants down, Yeonjun smacked his boner onto the boy’s face. Yeonjun often snuck down without underwear, making their nighttime routine more convenient. ☁️ grabbed ahold of Yeonjun’s long length, but struggled to put it in his mouth as Kai increased his thrust speed, rocking the boy’s body.

“This guy..” Yeonjun murmured, gripping ☁️’s face and shoving his dick into the boy’s mouth. Yeonjun and Kai both moved their hips back and forth with velocity. ☁️ began tearing up due to the excessive pain, though pleasure didn’t linger too far behind.

After a minute, Yeonjun yanked ☁️ forward, making Kai’s dick fall out of ☁️’s ass. ☁️ caught his breath, wiping the tears falling from his face.

“The hell?” Kai said, inching up to ☁️’s ass again.

“It’s my turn.” Yeonjun stated, pushing ☁️ onto his back. “Hand me a condom.”

“Get it yourself.”

“I’ll put my dick in your boyfriend raw.” Yeonjun smiled, watching as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed him a condom and the bottle of lube. “Wouldn’t be the first time..” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Stop. We haven’t done that.” ☁️ huffed, still lying on his back. He looked at Yeonjun, and then to Kai, who practically sat over him. ☁️ began stroking Kai’s cock as it hung over his face, Kai smiling. After a few seconds, Yeonjun lifted the boy’s legs over his shoulders, him then aggressively tapping his cock on ☁️’s ass. He poured liquid onto his hands, spreading it over his dick and ☁️’s hole. It didn’t take long for him to shove it into ☁️, groaning loudly as he did so.

“You’re so tight even though Kai should’ve stretched you out.” Yeonjun said, grunting as he sent slow, yet powerful thrusts into ☁️’s hole. “Says a lot.”

“Shut up, Ye-” ☁️ was interrupted as Kai shoved his dick into the boy’s mouth. Kai turned his body to the side, lifting ☁️’s head so that he could fuck into it.

Yeonjun began picking up speed, claps filling the room alongside ☁️’s muffled moans. With a tight grip on the boy’s legs, he leaned forward, shoving his dick as deep as he could. ☁️ yelled out in response, practically choking on Kai’s dick. All he could do was stroke his own and grip the sheets around him.

As ☁️ felt his rush climaxing, Kai yanked his dick out of the boy’s mouth. He then pulled him further onto the bed, and on top of him. Kai laid on his back, quickly leading the boy onto his dick. ☁️’s back faced Kai as he thrusted sloppily into the boy. Yeonjun grunted, climbing onto the bed and standing in front of ☁️. He gripped the boy’s hair and smacked ☁️ with his dick, forcing him to open his mouth. Yeonjun thrusted steadily as ☁️ rolled his eyes back, his climax rushing back. Kai’s thrusts became more aggressive, causing ☁️ to bounce along with the rhythm Kai was providing him.

Whimpering loudly, Kai gripped ☁️’s waist, shoving the entirety of his length into ☁️ one last time. ☁️ could feel the boy’s length warm up inside of him, causing him to cum as well. The white liquid dripped on and down Yeonjun’s leg, making the boy curse out. Yeonjun grabbed ☁️’s head, thrusting harshly until he, too, came over the boy’s face.

☁️ slowly slid off of Kai’s dick, falling softly in front of Yeonjun. He felt Kai readjust himself as Yeonjun sat in front of ☁️. Kai scooped the boy up, walking over to the bathroom and setting him on the counter. ☁️ watched as Kai walked back into the bedroom, throwing on his underwear as Yeonjun pulled his pajama pants up. He grabbed ☁️’s shorts before turning to Yeonjun.

“I think it’s time you go.” Kai said, walking back over to the bathroom.

“Sharing is caring.” Yeonjun said, following Kai. ☁️ began brushing his teeth as the two walked in, Kai helping the boy put his shorts on. Kai was about to argue, but ☁️ tugged on his arm. He handed Kai a spare toothbrush from the cabinet, with Yeonjun’s already out.

Kai huffed, grabbing the toothpaste from beside ☁️. The three brushed their teeth before wiping their bodies with wet towels, ☁️ helping Yeonjun wipe down his leg. Throwing the towels in a basket, Kai once again scooped ☁️ up, bringing him over to the bed. Kai sat down next to him as Yeonjun walked to the opposite side, lying next to the boy.

“Just lay down.” ☁️ instructed softly, laughing at Kai’s possessive reaction. Kai did as told, throwing the covers over his body as he wrapped an arm around ☁️, who turned his body to face him. Kai brought the boy close, gripping his ass to Yeonjun’s dismay. Yeonjun reacted by placing his bulge in between ☁️’s asscheeks, and his head into the boy’s shoulder. Heat insulated from in-between both of the boys, causing ☁️ to quickly fall asleep.

a/n: This is a very serious reminder that Yeonjun’s actions are okay in fanfic world, but not in real life!!! Do not let someone treat you like that- it is not fun nor is it okay. Please respect yourselves. Anyways, on a less serious note, i hope u enjoyed !! ♡

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The Bluewind Inn ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

♥ Hi guys, Today I present to you the Bluewind Inn and Suites located in Brindleton Bay. This build was inspired by the sea, the sand, and the sky. The Bluewind Inn sits near Cavalier cove and is owned by retired Marine Biologists, Rio and Jane Clarence. 5 years ago, this beautiful seaside manor was transformed into a Inn to be enjoyed by both locals and tourist.

The Bluewind inn is a multifunctional lot as it could be set as a rental lot, a restaurant, a pool, or a spa.

ATTENTION: This is a huge build and is very cc heavy, so beware. If you’ve downloaded my other builds, you should have majority of the cc’s I used…But there’s more cc on this than usual.

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♥ Lot Details:

Lot Name: The Bluewind Inn

Lot size: 40x40

Location: Brindleton Bay [Cavalier Cove]

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Note: I have all parts of all sets in this list, so I highly recommend you guys dl them since I frequently use them in all my builds!

[awingedllama] Boho Living, Blooming Rooms

[greenllamas] The woodwind collection

[Joyceisfox] Cruel Summer, Simple Live Collection, Summer Garden

[QICC] Sleek Hallway Set

[S-imagination] Notal Living Room, Rutland Kitchen

[Sooky88] Coastal Wallpaper, Leaning Framed Posters (4 frames), Seashore Framed Prints (panoramic)

[Aroundthesims4] All Plants and pots

[House of Harlix] Bafroom, Baysic, Harluxe, kichen

[Thecluttercat] Busy Bee, Mellow Moods

[Charlypancakes] The lighthouse collection, Dinna, Lavish, Maple&S Construction, Miscellanea, modish, Soak,

[FelixAndre] Chateau, Fayun, Colonial, Grove, Kyoto, Paris, Florence, Livin Rum, Orjanic, Shop the look

[Max20] Cozy Backyard Pack, Garden at home, Happily Ever After, Poolside lounge pack, Precioujs promises

[Thecowbuild] My home

[Harrie] Brutalist, Coastal, Country, Kwatei, Octave, Shop the look 2, Spoons

[Illogical Sims] Home office

[Kaiso] Rustico Living

[Kiwisim] Blocklhouse Dining, blockhouse study

[Leafmotif] Calliope Bathroom, Sunny Corner, Willow Porch set

[Littledica]Chic Bathroom, Rise & Grind, Delicious Kitchen, Delicato Lounge

[MadameRia] Back to basics, Mayaken Cozy Kitchen

[Mechtasims] Office Set

[Miiko] Harmony set

[Myshunosun] Garden Stories, Dawn Living, Midsummer eve, simmify

[Peacemaker] Alesund, Bowed, Caine Living, Adirondack Love, Creta, Futura, Hamptons, Hinterlands Dining, Kitayama

[Ars Botanica] Peonies Bouquet

[Pierism] Auntie Vera, Coldbrew, David apartment, Domain Du clos, Maison Meuliere, MCM, Oak house, The office, Winter Garden

[Littlecakes] Rustic Romance

[PLumbobteasociety] Cottage Garden

[Ravasheen] on cloud wine bottle, sit sip hooray bar cart

[Sforzinda] Clutter Ep12, GP06, Cabin Slats

[Simkoos] Tiny living Small tv, Tiny living small tv wall

[Simplistic] RH Area rugs II, Cotswolds Rug

[Sixam] Stylish Wood Nursery, Stylish wood Fancy Dining, Stylish wood Living room, Boho Bathroom, Hotel bedroom, small spaces pantry

[Sims4luxury] McGee&Co Callahan Rug, McGee&Co Goldie Rug

[Simsnetwork] Clapboard brush siding set #1

[Sundays] Kediri “rug only”, Medewi “deco surfboard only”

[Syboubou] Fency, Fitness

[Taurus Design] Angela Bedroom, Elize Bedroom, Lilith Chilling Areas

[Tuds] IND, NCTR, Rope lounge, SHKR, Wave

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[ vol i | vol ii | vol iii | fic rec fridays ]

hi all! :D I have slowly but steadily been knocking things off of my tbr list, a few classics and a few newer fics, and they've been AMAZING! as per usual I wanted to share before the list gets too long for next time!

as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.

happy new year and happy reading y'all! <3

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | T+ | 5k

When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.

(+ read their first au fic here ahh!)

muscle memory | @dumbpeachjuice | E | 30k

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

You Are the Wave I Could Never Tame | bleedingballroomfloor | E | 12k

That should be it. Henry is doing his job; the pool is getting cleaned, and Alex shouldn’t think anything more of it. Then why does he feel the slightest bit of disappointment when he walks back to the pool house and Henry isn’t there? Or, the pool boy Henry AU that I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it.

if evil, why so cute? | @everwitch-magiks | E | 5k

Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat. Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Just like that | @myheartalivewrites | E | 10k

When Henry comes home from a date frustrated by the guy’s lack of expertise, Alex starts having thoughts. And then, because he’s Alex, he sticks his big foot in his even bigger mouth.

(@myheartalivewrites listen I fell down a rabbit hole ok and if I could rec your entire ao3 here I would -- OH WAIT I CAN)

In His Wildest Dreams | @myheartalivewrites | E | 11k

Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come | @sparklepocalypse | E | 30k

"For Christmas this year, all I would like is a best friend who doesn’t mind too much that I’m a prince. Most of my classmates poke fun because of who I am, or treat me like I’m too special to be their friend. I want a best friend who knows me as much as my family does and still likes me. I know that you can’t wrap a best friend up in a box and put it under the tree, but you’re magic so you know the best way to bring one." (Movieverse canon divergence; Prince Henry, age 8, writes to Father Christmas wishing for a best friend. A few weeks later, he finds one.)

A Picture on Your Corkboard | bleedingballroomfloor | M | 23k

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

I want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) | @violetbaudelaire-quagmire | M | 10k

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subj: Tattoo Reference Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg) Hello, Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location. Best, H.J. Fox [OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!]

(Dil)Do It Yourself | @happiness-of-the-pursuit | E | 16k

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

just a figure of speech | @congee4lunch | E | 17k

“Like I said: Alphas really don’t know how to fuck.” “And like I said,” Alex sets down his mug and steps closer to Henry. “I can fuck and I know how to fuck you so well, you’ll see stars, baby.” [henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course]

saving some for next rec, I'll see you all then! enjoy, and remember to show support if you did! <3

#my fic recs #fic recs #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #Alex x henry #RWRB fic #red white and royal blue fanfic #firstprince fic

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cupidjyu · 9 months

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red flavor

eric x reader (submission for the cutest tbz summer event💕)

summary: your planned summer getaway doesn’t go as expected and it’s only you and eric, your childhood best friend. but, new feelings may just join you on your little vacation

genre: summer time!! beach house, childhood friends to lovers (my absolute fav btw), fluff, eric pining for years, getting together, cute little memories, feelings realization, juyeons just there for a second, slow dancing, slight hurt/comfort, eric's love language is fixing your hair, author is a big red velvet fan if you couldn't tell, love confession notes: this is more of a character/relationship study so if youre expecting a super simple oneshot with lesser description then im sorry🥲 songs mentioned are from this specific summer album LOL word count: 7.8k

Sometimes, you just liked to observe. A lot of people did anyway for various reasons. Some people, like your friend Juyeon, observed for the sake of reading others’ needs and emotions. He was always the one to notice when you were upset and he would hurry to make horrible puns just to make you laugh.

Other people, like Eric who’s been your best friend since the age when you two couldn’t even reach the kitchen counter, observed for the sake of learning who a person was as a whole. He was the one who took note of your tendency to shift energies and he would adjust his own to match yours.

You, on the other hand, liked to observe simply because what you saw brought you back to the past. You treasured good memories, so being able to see them again in the future brought a sense of joy to your heart like a flickering lightbulb.

In Eric’s room, there was a lot to observe that brought back the past. The broken science project of the solar system because you two were dancing too much late at night, the cut-out superhero mask that was supposed to be Eric’s last-minute Halloween costume in middle school, and the foolish paper heart that sparked it all in the first place.

Sitting on his bed, you then observed your two closest friends. Juyeon was on his phone whilst drinking from a water bottle—which he comically once tripped on that led to his lunch tray and its contents flying into your clothes. But that was how you became friends anyway. Eric was simply doodling in his sketchbook with a small, content smile. Just like he had done on that same paper heart in elementary school.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a boy, about your age with a backpack on that was much too big for him. He had a kind smile and bright eyes.

And then he shoved a red, paper heart in your hands. Though, it took you a second to realize if it even was one with the edges so raggedly cut.

Bringing it up to your face, you read the large, shaky letters with your newly obtained skill of reading words.

“Will you marry me?”

Young Eric simply had bad comprehension skills. Apparently, he wasn't proposing. He just wanted to become friends.

“How does ‘marry me’ and ‘be my friend’ sound at all similar?” You muttered to yourself.

Eric looked up and groaned. “You’re still on that? I was a baby back then. A cute one at that.”

“An annoying one at that.”

Eric was about to argue back but Juyeon had spoken up with his lovely and calm voice.

“Let’s not fight. We have a trip to look forward to.”

The two of you immediately brightened at his reminder—the Summer Getaway. The three of you called it that because you all sucked at coming up with a better name. It was the trip that you had been planning since the first year of high school. The beach house to rent, the seaside to visit, everything already was laid out. And after so many years of fumbling with life and its many obstacles, it was finally happening.

“Tomorrow!” Eric sat up. “You’re all going to witness my dreamy beach boy actor debut.”

Juyeon looked at him, unimpressed. “And who’s the love interest?”

You snorted, turning your gaze over to Eric, only for him to be looking straight at you. Widening your eyes, you stuttered in confusion.

“No one,” He curtly said, turning away suddenly, his ears slightly red.

It was awkwardly silent. Until Juyeon nervously laughed. “What about clothes? Summer outfits?” He rambled. “We have to take a lot of pictures.”

You nodded, smiling excitedly. “I bought some just for this trip actually.” You frowned. “My paycheck practically disappeared.”

Juyeon laughed. “Was it as expensive as your prom outfit?”

Again, memories rushed back to you. More negative this time. With a frustrated sigh, you grimaced. “Let’s not bring that up. It was so bad, I looked horrible.”

Juyeon shook his head sympathetically. But your ears picked up someone else’s voice.

“I think you looked beautiful,” You heard Eric whisper. But maybe you were imagining things.

“Too bad my date dumped me the day after,” You continued.

“He was horrible for that,” Juyeon remarked.

“That’s why you should’ve taken me,” Eric piped up. He got up to sit next to you on the bed. And to your surprise, his hand gently came up to your hair to smooth it down. But of course, that's what friends did.

You nodded in agreement. “I should have. You looked handsome that day.”

Eric glanced at you briefly and you could catch the sight of his cheeks turning red. “Of course I did,” He stammered.

“Then why didn’t you ask anyone out for prom?” You questioned. “You went all alone.”

“Because you—“ Eric sighed, hurt flitting across his expression. “Nevermind.”

Juyeon coughed anxiously. “So!” He blurted. “The trip! Let’s talk about the trip tomorrow.”

—

“Where’s Juyeon?” Eric called out when he noticed you approaching the car. Yes, you prepared so much for the trip that you even had the car inspected and tested the driver—Eric—to make sure he could properly drive without swerving from talking too much. He did talk a lot.

You shrugged, lugging your bag packed with all the things you needed.

“He’s not here yet?” You frowned.

Eric shook his head with a worried look. “Usually he’s the early one.”

You hummed, standing next to him. And then you looked him over. He had dressed differently, his hair swept up nicely and his skin glowed golden in the sun. You wouldn't admit it but he did give off “dreamy beach boy” as corny as it may have sounded.

After a few minutes, you were about to call Juyeon to make sure he didn’t oversleep until you heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, you breathed out a sigh of relief.

“What took you so long?” You complained.

Juyeon furrowed his eyebrows and that was when you realized that he did not have a single piece of luggage with him.

“I can’t go,” He breathlessly responded.

Eric inhaled sharply. “What?”

“There’s been an emergency,” Juyeon whined. “Involving my cat.”

You pouted knowing very well that Juyeon absolutely adored his cat and would drop anything for the feline, including this trip that you’d all been planning years ago.

“But go without me,” Juyeon rushed to say. “I don’t want to hold you both back.”

The two of you silently stared at him, disappointment and guilt holding grim over your faces.

“Please.” His eyes softened. “Just make sure to send pictures.”

—

The car ride that was initially meant to be a karaoke session, turned into a quiet silence. It wasn’t awkward, no, it was never awkward between you and Eric. But it was solemn.

“He did say he’d be fine,” Eric spoke, flipping the right turn signal.

You sighed. “But you know him. He always likes to hide his disappointment.”

Eric shook his head. “He would be more disappointed if he knew we weren’t having fun.”

You thought for a moment. And then you nodded because it was true. You often observed that Juyeon would smile whenever you or Eric would smile first. He was like an older brother to you.

“Okay. Then I’m choosing the first song.” A devilish smile appeared on your lips as you queued up the music.

“Go ahead,” Eric laughed.

When you pressed play, he gasped. He glanced at you with acknowledgment accompanied by a slight wince. “Is this…”

“Mhm,” You giggled. “The song we sang together when we got drunk for the first time?”

“The headache I had after,” Eric groaned. “Never again.” You smiled at the fond memory.

“And you’re such a clingy drunk.”

“I was not.”

“You literally hugged me and kissed my cheek,” You deadpanned. “You even said—“

Eric had his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm back hug, so tight that you could feel his hips and chest pressed up against your back. He smelled faintly of cherry wine and from the corner of your eye, you could see his adorably flushed cheeks and the dazed look in his eyes. “Please, don’t ever leave,” He cried, snuggling his face into your neck. “You’re so special to me.”

But then again, that’s just what friends say, right?

Your best friend looked at you in confusion. Ah, he must have forgotten.

“What did I say?”

“Nothing,” You muttered. Choosing to change the topic, you turned up the volume. And soon enough, you were dancing and singing along to the song like you were on cloud nine. Eric chuckled to himself as he watched you with soft eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips.

You glared playfully. “Eyes on the road, sir.”

Eric rolled his eyes but obliged. For safety, of course. When the song ended, you sat back in your seat and you looked at him. Sometimes you forgot that Eric wasn’t a little boy who played hide and seek with you anymore. He was a man who had grown up to be… fairly attractive. His jawline was sharp now, he was taller, and he had muscles from his endless workouts that you would constantly walk in on him doing. You could see that from the way he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, handling the steering wheel with one hand. Taking a gulp, you quickly looked away. What were you thinking?

“Eyes on me?” He lifted an eyebrow, glancing at you teasingly.

You cleared your throat. “No, I— You just look bad today.”

“Mhm,” He hummed smugly. “Sure.”

And for some reason, your cheeks felt unusually warm.

It was a long road trip so naturally, that meant that the evening would come. It was dark out now and the music was long turned off. At some point, you had fallen asleep, the sound of the car engine lulling you easily.

Whilst you were dreaming of a beach house lit naturally by the bright sun, Eric took a glimpse at you. He smiled to himself affectionately, staying quiet. But it faltered when he noticed you shiver from the cool night air.

Parking to the side for a moment, he reached back to pull out a blanket. Carefully and lovingly, he placed it over you, trying not to wake you up.

But, you always had the tendency to wake up whenever the car was stopped so you felt every single sensation with your eyes still closed. The warmth of his fingertips brushing against your arm, the rhythm of your quickening heartbeat, and… the press of a soft pair of lips on your forehead.

But maybe it was just a dream.

When Eric had started driving, before you dozed off again, you could hear him humming a song. A song that you recognized. A love song.

—

The house was ten times better than what it looked like in the pictures. The exterior of it looked like it came straight out of those real estate magazines. Palm trees decorated the scene and if you had simply turned around, you would be met with the breathtaking sight of the beach with its clear, almost sparkling ocean. Scrambling to explore the inside, you were surprised to see just how big it was. The ceiling was tall and the interior was embellished with various decorations.

“This is what we deserve after practicing good financial habits for all those years,” You marveled, opening all the doors to reveal gorgeous rooms that were bright simply from the sunlight outside. Just like you had dreamed about. Eric hummed, trailing behind you, taking in the house silently, as opposed to your constant awes.

Finally, the two of you ended up in the master bedroom.

Turning to him slowly, you put on your best puppy-like impression. “Can I have this one?”

Eric looked at you thoroughly unimpressed. “Is that the best you could do?”

You even pouted this time. He still stared back, completely unabashed. At a loss, you leaned in close, right up to his face. And for some reason, almost immediately, he was backing away with reddening cheeks.

“O-okay,” He stuttered. “Fine. You can have this one.”

Cheering, you flopped down on the bed, and with a sigh, you looked out the window dreamily. “If only my room was this neat all the time. It’s always messy.”

Eric huffed, lying down next to you. You turned your head to him and smiled softly at his serene expression as he looked up to the ceiling.

“You can always call me if you need someone to clean your room,” He mumbled. “I’m the neatest after all.”

“Ah…” You breathed. “You’re right. Last time when you–”

“Knock, knock.” You could hear Eric’s voice from outside your door. With a slight sniffle, you brought the covers over your face, curling up to yourself. Being hit with a sudden slump that left you unable to do anything except lie in bed defeated wasn’t entirely ideal.

Your room was an absolute mess and when Eric had called you, he immediately could tell from your voice that you were having a hard time. You heard the door opening and him entering the room. He stood there silently for a moment. But suddenly, you could hear various sounds. Trash being picked up, clothes being folded… peeking your head outside of your blankets, you realized that he was cleaning up for you.

With tears welling up in your eyes at his kind actions, you sniffled even louder. Eric instantly looked up at the sound and he was right by your side. He pulled you into a hug, whispering sweet, sweet words in your ear as his hand stroked the back of your head soothingly.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” He had whispered, pulling away so that he could brush a strand of hair out of your face gently. Even caressing your cheek, he had let you fall asleep against his chest.

But that’s what friends do, right?

Clearing your throat, you sat up abruptly. Eric followed, staring at you with slight perplexion. Suddenly, you turned to him.

“I never got to say thank you,” You blurted out. “For taking care of me that one time. So… thank you.”

And you had feared he would question what you were talking about. But instead, he nodded with a small smile.

“Of course,” He chuckled casually. “I’ll always care for you, dummy.”

You smiled at that and then you lunged forward, pulling him into a hug. With your sheer force, he fell back on the bed. And just like that, it was the two of you, giggling and hugging each other, arms wrapped around warmly, in the midst of a beautiful beach house.

–

After unpacking and getting everything in order, you were so exhausted that you had fallen asleep almost immediately. But waking up in the morning was refreshing, with the bright sunshine pouring straight onto your face, warming you up perfectly. With a satisfied yawn and stretch, you walked out of your room, still dressed in your sleepwear.

But you paused abruptly when you saw Eric standing in the kitchen, apron tied around his waist and his sleeves rolled up again. He looked up and he smiled.

“Let’s cook together today.”

You gave him a pained smile and approached him. Before you could even say anything, he was leaning in to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face from just waking up. You’ve always noticed how gentle his hands were on you. When with Juyeon, he was rough and playful. But with you… he treated you like a piece of glass.

“We still suck though,” You complained.

“All the more reason to practice?” He gave you a quirked-up smile.

Late at night, Eric was sleeping over. But suddenly, he had sprung up, startling you from your dozing off.

“I’m hungry,” He grumbled. “Let’s cook something.”

And that was how you found yourself, half-asleep in the kitchen, figuring out how to make a simple dish from an old cookbook in one of your drawers. The two of you tried so hard, following each and every direction, only for it to taste like burnt pieces of garbage.

And so, Eric, with a sleepy, raspy voice, had to order takeout. You were silent until your eyes landed on the failed attempt once again. It looked like a blob of black, green, and somehow… pink. And soon enough, you were bent over the counter, laughing so hard over the monstrosity. You had expected Eric to join in on your laughing fit but instead, he had put down his phone and only stared at you fondly.

His eyes were sparkling as they met with yours and he had on the softest tug of his lips. Something in his expression made you stop laughing over how embarrassed you had gotten. Why was he looking at you like that? Almost like he…

But that’s just how friends look at each other, is it not?

“You look focused,” Eric remarked, brushing past you to flip the pancakes.

“Huh? Oh– yeah,” You breathed out. “I just… remembered something.”

“What’s up?”

And again, he looked at you like that. Eyes warm and gentle on yours, his smile small yet so, so fond. Your eyes trailed down to where his hand had reached forward, near your waist to steady you from bumping into the sharp corner of the counter. Your cheeks immediately warmed up as you abruptly turned around.

“N-nothing.”

–

After breakfast and getting ready, you headed out to the nearby outdoor market. It was a beautiful, yet bustling sight. People were in every corner, every stall, buying various things like seashell necklaces and cute jellyfish lamps. Your eyes were practically shimmering and you quickly grabbed hold of Eric’s wrist to pull him along.

At the first stall, a woman was selling beautiful leis. You gasped, picking one up and showing your best friend. He grinned and nodded expectantly.

“What’re you waiting for? Put it on,” He joked.

You laughed and shook your head. Instead, you stepped forward, looping the pink and purple flower garland around his neck. You could hear the small intake from his lips as he looked down at you, eyes wide. Maybe, you were a bit too close to him. But, you didn’t think much of it as you continued to adjust it and admire the colors that complimented him perfectly.

Well, up until a child had run past, bumping into you and causing you to fall straight into Eric’s arms.

“Oh, I–” You gulped, feeling a warm hand close around your waist, holding you steady.

“Sorry,” He muttered nervously, his cheeks flushing.

“It’s okay,” You whispered, peering up at him, still pressed against his body. He gazed back and his eyes began to slowly trail down to your… With a cough, you pulled away, refusing to look him in the eye. His hands were always gentle.

Again, you took his wrist to lead him somewhere else. But that was when you felt him pull away. For a second, you thought you might have lost him in the crowd, but he was still right behind you. Instead, his hand closed around yours, his fingers—rough from playing baseball in his free time—intertwining firmly around. You tried to ignore the quickening pace of your heart.

“So you don’t get lost,” He teased.

“You’re the one who gets lost the most,” You retorted, your voice slightly shaky.

At the next stall, there were plushies displayed for sale. Some were badly sewn, like the cat missing a buttoned eye. But some were particularly cute, especially the white bunny keychain, sitting on one of the shelves.

“Hey,” You mumbled, approaching it. Both ears were intact and upright. “This reminds me of…”

Clutching the bunny plushie with the price tag attached to its ear close to your chest, you looked at Eric with a pleading look.

“Please,” You complained. “Let me buy it. I promise I’ll pay you back tomorrow. Hm?”

Eric looked at you with narrowed eyes, switching his gaze from you to the plushie. And then he sighed, taking it from your hand. With hopeful eyes, you watched as he walked to the shelf and put it back. And just like that, all your dreams were crushed.

“C’mon.” He urged you away. “That’s dumb.”

“But you know my favorite animals are bunnies,” You whined. But still, you followed him out of the store.

About a week later, he showed up at your door. It was your birthday after all so when your eyes landed on the small present box in your hands, you smiled with delight. He tilted his head with a shy smile.

“Happy birthday,” He whispered, leaning in to pull you into a hug. “I know this isn’t great, but I tried my best.” He smiled at you sheepishly.

When you opened it, sitting inside was a small plushie. Of a bunny. It was so, so badly made, the stitches mangled and the ears practically falling off. But it was so… Eric.

“Is that why you didn’t let me buy the other one?” You questioned, clutching it close to your chest protectively.

He nodded with a completely serious expression. “I didn’t need unnecessary competition.”

And despite rolling your eyes at his comment, you found yourself carefully placing the plushie right at your bedside so it was the first thing you saw when you woke up.

And to this day, you still have it.

But that’s just what friends do… you think.

Eric had read your mind and quickly, he was grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the stall.

“My sewing skills could be better,” He said with an embarrassed look on his face. You laughed in response. Before you could even say anything else, he was reaching forward to clasp a necklace around your neck. He was so, so close that you could feel his breath across your lips and smell his scent which reminded you a lot like cotton candy.

“When did you get this?” You whispered, looking down at it. It was a small seashell shaped like a heart.

“Few minutes ago.” He smiled. “But you didn’t notice.”

“I love it.” You grinned. And just like that, you hadn’t reached for his wrist this time, but straight for his hand. With fingers intertwined, the two of you walked down the rest of the market, smiling and laughing all throughout the sunset.

–

Another day had passed and the two of you had mostly stayed inside the beach house, due to the cloudy weather ruining the mood. It was fun nonetheless, watching movies and even playing board games. Which, Eric won all three of them for some reason. You simply call it luck.

Now, laying in your bed, you felt yourself grow drowsy over the ambient noise of the rain pattering on the windows and the occasional rumble of thunder. Sometimes, there would be a flash of light outside–lightning, but you were much too tired to really care.

Just as your eyes were about to shut close, you heard a knock on the door.

“Eric?” You whispered, your voice croaky from sleep.

The door creaked open, and there he was, dressed in a comfy t-shirt. You recognized it. The one that he had once let you borrow because you had spilled coffee all over yourself. It was warm and… well, it smelled just like him.

“What happened?” You frowned, sitting up. He stepped closer and if you looked closely, you could see the tinge of red on his cheeks.

“...you know,” He muttered.

You did know.

Your phone rang, startling you out of your sleep. Despite your initial grumpiness, you picked up when you realized it was your best friend.

“Eric?”

A deep breath from the other line. And then–

“Can you come over?”

You looked at the time. It was two in the morning.

“Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m… scared of thunderstorms.” You could even hear his voice tremble. And just like that, you were out the door, umbrella in hand. But the rain was so heavy that it managed to seep into your clothes and hair anyway, leaving you drenched by the time you reached his door.

At the sound of the doorbell, Eric flung the door open. You couldn’t even get a word in because he was pulling you in and he was throwing his arms around you, scrambling to hold you close, his hands grasping onto your shirt tightly. You smiled softly as you hugged him back, even if you were getting his clothes wet too.

“I missed you,” He whispered, tightening his hold. “So much.”

You laughed softly. “I’m right here. You saw me yesterday already, didn’t you?”

“I–” He grumbled, pulling away. His lips were pulled into a tight frown as he searched your eyes with a deeper meaning behind them. “I always miss you.”

That’s not… how friends act, do they?

“Want to sleep here?” You patted the spot next to you, even bringing an extra pillow and adjusting the blankets.

“Gladly,” He grinned. “That’s why I came here in the first place.” In only a matter of seconds, he was climbing into bed with you. The two of you never… slept in the same bed together but it felt so natural with the way your arms wrapped around him and he had snuggled up to your chest.

This is definitely how friends act.

–

The next day was boring. You all had planned it to be the day where each one of you would go off and do whatever separately as a way to individually relax. But, you realized just how much Eric was a part of your life. Wandering the gardens, you found yourself thinking of his stupid puns and his even stupider smile. Truth be told, Eric was always with you. The two of you never went a week without seeing each other. Any much longer than that and Eric was clinging and hugging you for the whole day, saying he needed to “recharge.”

Finally, in the evening, you saw Eric again. He was wearing a comfy, zip-up jacket since the evenings tended to get chilly and his hair was adorably messy. Adorably? Since when did you think that?

“Want to sit with me?” He leaned against the doorway. “My room has a better view.” You nodded brightly and followed him.

You had never noticed just how beautiful the scenery actually was from his room. Your room mostly pointed towards the various palm trees. But his room, with its wide and tall window that overlooked the whole beach, was different. The two of you sat together on the bed, knees drawn up to your chests, as you observed the constant motion of the ocean water moving back and forth, creating bubbles with it. The night sky was dark, yet it sparkled with twinkling stars dotted across it.

When you looked over, you saw Eric, looking out the window too. The moonlight shone perfectly on his face, accentuating each of his handsome features. His kind eyes, the slope of his nose, his plush lips that shaped into a soft smile.

He was always handsome. You always knew that. But something about this moment, right now, left your eyes widening, cheeks flushing, and your heart pounding.

“What do you mean you lost the grocery list?” You whined. “Juyeon wanted this huge Christmas feast. I can’t bear to disappoint him.”

Eric grimaced. “I swear, my dog ate it.”

“You don’t even have a dog.”

The two of you continued to bicker, walking down the numerous aisles of the grocery store, trying to figure out the ingredients to make Juyeon’s favorite food until an elderly couple stopped you in your tracks.

“Aren’t you both an adorable couple?” The woman cooed.

Your jaw dropped and you turned to Eric, only to find that he didn’t share the same shocked expression. He was smiling almost… shyly, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Oh, just look at the way he looks at them,” The man pointed out before turning to his wife. “Just like I had looked at you all those years ago.”

The woman laughed bashfully, batting him away. Then, she turned back to Eric with kind eyes.

“You must love them a lot.” She said with a kind smile.

You were about to jump in and refute, explain everything was all a lie, that you both were just really good friends up until–

“I do,” Eric replied. He looked at you with that same look that he’d been looking at you for ages now. The softening gaze and slight tug of his lips… it was like you were the flame to his wooden match. “I truly do.”

That’s not how friends act.

You swallowed thickly, all words caught in your throat for a moment. That particular moment often flitted past your mind briefly because you thought that he was just playing along. But now that you think about it…

“Did you mean it?” You finally whispered.

He turned to you with a confused smile. “Mean what?”

“That you… love me.” You studied his face for an answer and you had hoped that you wouldn’t find one—that you wouldn’t see the absolutely smitten look on his face that would further complicate your friendship that’s already lasted decades. But you saw it. The smitten look, right there in front of you. It was there and it gave you all the answers that you needed.

He was quiet, watching you with a tender look in his eyes. And then he leaned to the side, bumping his shoulder with yours lightly.

“I meant it,” He replied, smiling to himself shyly. You gazed at him in shock. “But...” He turned to you, his smile faltering slightly. “However you want to interpret that is up to you.”

You bit your lip and tilted your head so that it was resting on his shoulder. It was odd but not that surprising how well it fits in the crook of his neck, almost as if you were always meant to be there. You didn’t say anything right away, instead, choosing to watch the waves roll, over and over. But everything reminded you of the man sitting right beside you. The bright stars in the sky were just like the mischievous twinkle that he would have in his eyes before he would tackle you into a hug and the crystal clear water that flowed in and out on the sand was just like the steady pounding of your heartbeat whenever you caught sight of his pretty smile.

“As friends or romantically?” You spoke, so quietly that Eric had to lean in even closer to hear you, his hair brushing against your forehead.

He hummed ambiguously. “Whatever you want.” But you could hear the slight tremor in his deep voice.

His words only further answered your question. No matter how hard he would try to make it so that it was all up to you, you could sense everything. The soft tone of his voice, his warm hand covering yours, and his calm breathing. You could sense his feelings. Each and every one of them, like his heart was beating directly through yours.

Slowly, the rustle of the palm trees and the natural sound of his slow breaths gently pulled you into a state of drowsiness. Shuffling so that your whole side was pressed up to his, you leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek into his warm shoulder. And gradually, your eyes closed, sleep overcoming you peacefully.

He smiled down at you, gently bringing you to lie down on the bed. He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you in snugly. And then he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, gazing at you with so much warmth.

“Romantically,” He whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “It’s always been romantically.”

–

You had woken up to a text from Juyeon. And yes, you have been sending pictures to him, mostly consisting of blurry selfies of you posing perfectly and Eric who wasn’t even looking at the camera, constantly distracted.

Stretching, you realized that you weren’t in your bed. You were in Eric’s bed. And just like that, all the memories came rushing back to you. Romantically or as friends? As friends or romantically? Whichever one was it?

Shaking your head, you opened the text.

Juyeon: did you do the last activity on the itinerary yet?

Juyeon: the beach party

And so there you were, dressed in one of your summer outfits, flowy and perfect for the weather. Eric was beside you, staring in awe at the scene. The two of you had never quite made it to the beach, being so preoccupied with other places to explore. But now that you were here, the sand soft under you and the sun setting in the background, you couldn’t help but smile dearly. You had waited excitedly for this moment really, as Juyeon had claimed that this was a surprise made by him and he had hired someone to set it up.

And set up it was. String lights and lanterns were scattered about, lighting up the scene. There were chairs set up, made to sit together and watch the calm ocean. And on the right, there was a speaker to play music.

“Well isn’t this pretty?” You mumbled, your mouth agape.

Eric smiled, turning to look right at you. “Very pretty.”

Wordlessly, he took your hand in his, leading you toward the lanterns. It wasn’t really a party anymore. You couldn’t help but think that this was actually a beach… a beach date.

You sat down in one of the chairs and you watched as Eric picked up his phone to put on music. Immediately, you recognized the song.

“You Better Know?” You laughed, remembering all the times you and Eric had belted out Red Velvet songs after failing an exam to cope with the feeling of failure. It never really worked but it was fun either way.

He shrugged with a charming smile. He began to dance slightly as he walked away to pick up seashells that were scattered across the beach. You watched silently, leaning forward as you let your eyes wander over your best friend.

Eric truly no longer was the messy boy who scribbled outside the lines on coloring books or the boy who repeatedly tripped on the playground causing his knees to get scraped. He no longer was the boy who experienced constant voice cracks or who struggled in exams because he had overslept with dark circles under his eyes.

Instead, he was a man with a deeper voice, broader shoulders, and a charming middle part in his hair as opposed to the disorderly, overgrown middle school hairstyle he always had. He was a man who had ditched the dark hoodies in his angsty teenager phase, instead opting for white, flowy button-up shirts that complimented his golden skin perfectly. He even reminded you of Prince Eric–ironically, enough–from The Little Mermaid.

Eric no longer was the boy that you simply were best friends with. He was a man who you have fallen in love with. And you had no idea for how long.

Standing up silently, you approached him. He looked up at you, giving you a soft smile, a beautiful white seashell in his hand.

“Here,” He said, taking your hand in his. He placed the shell in yours, gazing at you with so much affection that you felt a shudder all throughout your spine. “For you.”

You smiled, looking down at it. It was round, embellished with small ridges. It was perfect. The faint sound of the upbeat, song playing in the background as you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes.

“Eric,” You started. “I have to tell you something.”

And for some reason, he had leaned forward, pressing a finger to your lips to shush you. You let out a muffled sound, gaping at him in bewilderment.

“Eric?”

“Let me speak first,” He whispered.

You inhaled sharply…

“Romantically.”

…held your breath…

“My answer is romantically.”

… and exhaled shakily, processing his confession, one word at a time. But before you could, Eric was saying more.

“For the longest time, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Ever since I saw you back in elementary school. And mayhaps, I did mean that stupid ‘will you marry me?’ statement,” He chuckled. He reached forward taking your other hand in his, wrapping his fingers around. “Over time I… I tried to get over you. But, since you’re my best friend I couldn’t distance myself. So I accidentally fell in love.”

You felt your heart pound at his words, all of your memories rushing back in full force. It all had started to make sense. The acts of service when you weren’t feeling well, the soft looks when you were only laughing, the homemade gifts even though he claimed that he hated making things, and the… words. The specific word love.

“Eric, I…”

“Ah, wait,” He laughed. “This song.”

Red Flavor by Red Velvet. The classic, happy summer song.

And suddenly, he reached forward, pulling you in by the waist. “Can I sing for you?”

You snorted, your cheeks flushing once you registered the warmth of his large hand on the small of your back. “This song?”

“Mhm,” He hummed, grinning. “This song.”

And before you could retort, he actually started singing, Swaying you from left to right, his arms continuously wrapped around you, his deep voice resonated through the cozy summer night, igniting each and every star one by one. He sang the pre-chorus, gazing at you with affection and well, love.

"I like you, it was love at first sight. I keep thinking of you." His lips pulled up into a soft smile as he sang, his voice husky and a great contrast to the higher-pitched voices of the actual song. You were enamored, your heart beating right against his chest as you watched him silently, watching as he sang so, so, gently. Only for you and for you only. “I want to go my own way.”

And then the chorus started with its fun beat and cheerful singing. You giggled, placing your hands on his chest, leaning forward to hide in his neck.

“This song does not fit the moment right now,” You remarked, smiling against his skin. You could feel the vibration of his deep laugh as he held you closer, his hands stroking your sides gently.

“But at least it got the confession down. So, what’s your answer?”

You laughed, pulling away to look up at him lovingly. He smiled down at you, his eyes wandering over each of your features fondly.

“The very last line,” You replied. He had grown silent at that, listening to each of the lyrics, waiting for the end. And then–

What I like the most is you in the summer.

Eric widened his eyes and he looked down at you hopefully. “Really?”

You nodded, your cheeks flushing. “Not just like. Love.”

“Oh, wow,” He breathed out. And again, just like he had done all those other times, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face, his fingers brushing against your skin with sparks accompanying it. “God, I’m so in love,” He muttered. And just like that, the next song had started—Hear The Sea—playing softly in the background.

You laughed, “Did you just put on a whole Red Velvet playlist?”

“And what about it?” He grinned. “It’s summer.” And slowly, he pulled away, not before looping your hand in his. His hand rested on your waist, holding you close. To the calm singing and beautiful instrumental of the song, the two of you danced. Sometimes, either one of you would trip on the sand, causing an endeared laugh here and there. But mostly, the silence between you was filled with soft smiles and flushed cheeks.

Even though Eric no longer was the boy who ran around when it was summertime, he always would be the boy with the most beautiful smile.

His eyes were bright on yours, watching you closely as the two of you swayed slowly to the music.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this for?” He whispered.

You shook your head, feeling hot all over.

“So long,” He continued. “I’ve always longed to dance with you.”

You smiled. “And what else?”

“Hold you.”

You hummed. “You always loved doing that.”

But then his eyes darkened on you for a moment. “And… kiss you. Though I haven’t done that one yet.”

Your breath hitched, your dancing coming to a halt. “Then do it.”

He gazed at you softly. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.”

“Think for yourself.” You giggled. “How long exactly have you waited to kiss me?”

He paused, and both of his hands came down to grasp your waist this time. “Years. I’ve waited for years.” He looked at you shyly, his eyes adorably hopeful and loving.

“Then act.”

And so he did.

Almost aggravatingly slow–as if to make sure he really had your consent–he tilted his head and he softly placed his lips on yours. Shutting your eyes closed, you allowed yourself to get lost in the addictive feeling, the soft pull of your lips and the gentle grasping of your waist as he pulled you so close that your bodies were flush against each other.

It was like everything was drowned out. In your ears, you could no longer hear the crash of the waves on the shore. Instead, you could only make out the quiet, satisfied hum that escaped Eric’s parted lips. You couldn’t feel the summer breeze blowing against your skin, you could only feel the warmth of the palm of his hand as it came to cup your jaw, tipping your head slightly so he could kiss further.

It was a soft kiss, filled with sparks that would set off fireworks in the very pit of your stomach. Slow movements without fervor, as it was just Eric, kissing you like he must have been dreaming of doing all these years. The hand on your waist fit perfectly around you and so you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, stepping closer. Eric huffed out a quiet laugh as he blindly guided your hand to where his heart was where you could only feel it beat and beat and beat.

And with a tap against his chest, the two of you broke apart, lips red and slightly swollen. You stared at him in silence before bursting out into shy laughter, lunging forward to hide your face in his shoulder. Eric sighed softly, wrapping his arms around you once again, but this time with a different feeling. Love, maybe.

“Who knew that this trip would force me to confess?” He wondered to himself.

“Good.” You scowled. “You took too long.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “But look who finally figured out their feelings on this very trip?”

Your cheeks flushed and you playfully shoved him. “Stop it.”

“Say it.”

You frowned in confusion. “Say what?”

“You know what I mean,” He teased. “I want to hear you.”

You gulped and looked down at the sand. “That I… love you?”

“Mhm,” He hummed. “I love you too.”

And then he pulled something out of his pocket. When he unfolded it, he placed it in your hand which was still clutching onto the seashell. You looked down, only to realize that it was another red, paper heart. Written in neater, more legible handwriting this time, were the words,

“Will you date me?”

“Ah,” You breathed out. “So you finally get the words right.”

He rolled his eyes. “Is that a yes or no, my beautiful?”

“My,” You laughed. “If you use my, then that means I’m already yours.”

“You’ve always been mine.” His eyes sparkled.

“Then my answer is yes,” You whispered before smiling and leaning up to peck his lips once again. He was about to pull you into a full-fledged kiss but you giggled before running away, kicking behind flurries of sand. Eric groaned and he began to chase you down the shoreline.

“You can’t do that after you’ve just kissed me!” He complained.

“Too bad.” You stuck your tongue out. His frown turned into a fond smile as he laughed and ran after you.

You didn’t know exactly when, but the two of you somehow ended up in the water–clothes that weren’t meant for swimming, thoroughly soaked.

He looked at you with a loving smile as he waded over to you, his hair slightly damp from your splashing. Huffing out a fond laugh, he quickly trapped you into his embrace. And then he turned you, his back to the rest of the ocean so that you wouldn’t be hit by the waves. Smiling at you, he pulled you back in, his lips, wet from the water, pressing onto yours.

“You taste like the ocean.” You grinned after pulling away.

“And you taste delicious.”

“Oh my.” You gasped. “Why are you flirty now? I only know the clumsy, foolish Eric.”

“There’s much more to learn about me,” He whispered, grinning widely as he reached a hand out of the water to brush away a strand that had stuck to your forehead. “Just you wait. I’d even write a whole novel for you. And you know I failed literature class.”

You laughed, clearly remembering the defeated look on his face when he had checked his exam grade.

“I learned something already,” You quietly said. A particularly harsh wave almost shoved you both off your feet, but Eric was quick to steady you with his hands. Always so gentle and firm.

“And what’s that?”

“That you’re an excellent kisser.”

He laughed adorably before pressing a kiss to your lips again.

“And I knew something already,” He uttered. "For a while now."

“Hm?” A smile grew on your face.

“That I’m so–” A peck on your cheek. “So…” Another on the tip of your nose. “So in love with you.” And finally, a kiss on your lips.

The truth is, that neither of you cared if the ocean was trying its best to knock you both over. Your blooming love and soft, adoring smiles in between kisses were steady enough to hold you up.

Because that’s just how friends act. Or more specifically, how two best friends who fell in love with each other act.

–

You sent one thing to Juyeon on the last day of your trip. Attached, was a selfie of the two of you, kissing softly, the ocean and the moon in the background.

Juyeon immediately opened it. And then the bubbles of his texting appeared and disappeared, for over three minutes. When his message appeared, you laughed loudly at the one word that appeared on the screen.

Juyeon: finally

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&TEAM hyung line + vacation romance

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! | smut under cut | 0.8k

a/n: summer is coming and i can’t wait, so here’s a little vacation romance with hyung line. i’m working on more stuff, but for now i’m pulling things out of the vault <3

K vibe check: tove lo - elevator eyes

you met at a pool party that a mutual friend was throwing. you’d never met before but there was definitely a strong attraction on first sight, the kind of sparks that could start a forest fire. you make so much eye contact for a while from across the pool and inside the house too before he finally comes over and asks if he can get you a drink. you start chatting, flirting, whatever and the tension only builds up before he’s pulling you into the nearest room and kissing you hungrily. then he’s reaching under your tiny skirt to pull away the bikini bottoms to the side and slide a finger into your wet pussy to tease you, mouth never leaving yours. ends up fucking you against the wall and you leave the party quickly after that, his cum threatening to drip down your legs. you definitely end up seeing more of each other after that, transcending the vacation part of your romance as the temperature dropped over the coming months, going for hot coffee instead of ice cream, and wrapping up warmly in scarves and mittens (matching sets if you can be convinced cuz K is a cheeseball and got you couple items lol).

Fuma vibe check: call on me - awich

you were lucky to get some time off for your summer vacation so of course you hit the beach. you notice Fuma on the first day, on a neighbouring umbrella spot, lying down on his towel with his head stuck in a book. you thirst over him quietly while you try to focus on your own book, but your eyes keep wandering back to him, silently and shamelessly tracing over his back muscles and biceps, even when you’re in the water for a swim. he comes in too at one point when you’re drying off on your towel and you openly stare at him from a distance with your sunglasses on. so it becomes a thing - you run into each other several days in a row, picking the same spots everyday as you pine from afar and he reads book after book. you’re surprised one day when he comes over with a bottle of water and asks if you wanted to have lunch. it’s a surprise to you that he noticed you were staring (you were so obvious omg) but you agree quickly. the two of you hit it off, talking about books and food and needless to say, he asks you out again somewhere different than the beach, maybe to the zoo or the botanical gardens.

Nicholas vibe check: big chance - superm

you went on holiday with a mutual group of friends and rented a super nice villa and hired a yacht for a day or two since with a bigger group you can afford it. you’d been flirting for a while since the two of you had known each other but there’s something about the hot summer air and endless summer nights that cause sparks to fly between you and you can’t get enough of each other. you’re constantly all over each other the moment you’re alone - the kitchen when everyone is still hungover and asleep, the vacant jacuzzi while everyone is out on a walk, the tiny rooms on the yacht where there’s just enough space to squeeze in for an intense quickie. it’s so difficult being quiet and not leaving traces of your little adventures but you learn to be subtle, even if you can’t stop staring at each other. the two of you even sneak away from the group, thinking you’re slick but honestly everyone has a bet on how quickly you two would get together lol. you come back, a bit more dishevelled than when you left but no one acts surprised or bats an eye, though you do see some cash being passed around.

Euijoo vibe check: romantic sunday - car, the garden

you decided to go on vacation by yourself somewhere near your city, just for convenience, and ended up in a quant little seaside town where your favourite place quickly became the ice cream shop. as much as you liked the sweet treat, the owner’s son, Euijoo, was so much sweeter. it was obvious that the two of you had chemistry from the get go but it took some initiative in flirting to get Euijoo to reciprocate and soon you were waiting for him after work, hanging out at the neighbouring arcade, walking on the beach in the evening, watching fireworks if there was any festivities, while he took you for drives in his truck [yes that scene from the fireworks mv yes, that one]. since it’s a small town and you know people will talk, you take Euijoo’s truck away and go car camping, which of course means no sleep while you make love under the stars all night, like a scene straight out of a romance film. you decide to extend your vacation a little longer to hang out with Euijoo but he surprises you by declaring he actually lives in the same city as you lol.

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blue--ingenue · 10 months

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soft!sebastian headcannons - part 5

Author's Note: *shakes this post like a bag of cat treats* i'm back with some more soft sebby :) as a reminder my taglist is open, and if you'd like me to write any specific hc, feel free to send me an ask! and if you'd like a break from the fluff i did post some angsty!seb hc (link in my masterlist)

he’s an advocate for house elves. his parents found the idea of keeping house elves bound to their family barbaric, so he never had any growing up. stands up for house elves being mistreated by cruel students, so he’s a natural favorite among the Hogwarts house-elf community

boy is Public Enemy Number 1 for Peeves. they’ve hated each other even before the poltergeist ratted him out in the restricted section. he once dedicated an entire restricted section trip to finding books on how to cast spells to make his day a living hell (most common spells pass right through him). Peeves was livid, and so began a relationship of mutually-assured destruction

(they’ll never reach a truce, but they’ve both decided to keep their distance from the other to avoid further headaches)

back to the house elves, the kitchen elves are especially friendly towards him. he recruited their help to bake you a birthday cake, and they gladly obliged

he inherited his father’s pocket watch. his father had pasted a beautiful photograph of his mother on the inside. he has since stored the picture safely in an album and tucked a candid photo of you in its place

Anne is two minutes older than him, and she uses the ‘older sibling’ excuse to justify bossing him around. he makes it a point to wake up before her on their birthday every year so that he can feel ahead of her for once

if you’re smaller than him, he absolutely loves just picking you up. loves patting you on the head, comparing hand sizes, scooping you into his arms to deposit you in your bed if you fall asleep in the room of requirement

when he’s sick, he’s a total drama queen about it. (especially if he thinks you’ll fuss over him for it). his extra-large slytherin scarf is wrapped around his neck. he’ll pull it over the bottom half of his face and burrow into it while napping during professor binns’ notoriously dry lectures. he positively refuses to take medicine. boy has faced everything from trolls to dark wizards, but will sit and pout like a toddler if madam blainey faces him with a spoon of cough syrup

(it’s gotten to the point where Madam Blainey calls you to the hospital wing before she sends for sebastian because she knows you’re the only person who could convince him to take the medicine)

his parents used to take him and Anne to the seaside every summer. every once in awhile during the warmer months he’ll fly you to the Clagmar coast for a picnic lunch. he ties a basket laden with little sandwiches, delicate cakes, a bottle of champagne, and a blanket to the broom handle before you both take off

he’s constantly keeping an eye out for pretty shells and stones he thinks you’ll like. he's constantly running up to you with his latest "treasures." once he was so excited to show you a whelk shell he tripped over a sand dune and dropped it. he spent nearly half an hour digging through the sand to find it until you reminded him that he is, in fact, a wizard, and could use accio

he manages to find a pearl in one of the clams in a tidepool and uses the muselet from the champagne bottle to fashions it into a ring for you. he kneels in front of you in the sand, exaggerating a proposal and sliding the ring onto your finger. (naturally it’s a perfect fit. he’s spent so long memorizing the warmth and shape of your hands for it to be anything less). you laugh at his antics, but he’s sincere when he tells you it’s merely a placeholder for the real thing

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aelinschild · 3 months

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Paradigm; side by side

˙✧˖ March 1st: Morning

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SYNOPSIS: Storms often come after the sun. WORDCOUNT: 620 WARNINGS: none!

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There was a lulling of delayed movement, calm strokes repeated endlessly.

Just outside of the rolled-down window, wind passing by in a gentle caress. Twisting and twining her hair, braiding it together by the hand of nature. Glaring off the water and reflected in burnished irises. The sun had only begun its slow trek across the sky.

Great strokes of pinks and oranges, bright as a summer garden. Weaving in, out, around clouds heavy from a misty evening.

Her fingers tapped a unconscious beat on the steering wheel, gold heirloom rings clicking gently. Warmed from the heat of the blood pulsing under fair skin; soaking up the dregs of sunlight as it passes through her car.

Aelin was less nervous now than she was at the beginning of her trip. Setting off before her sleeping city rose, closing doors and locking them with a finality that shook her hands. Counting steps, breaths, blinks. Everything that she was, left on the cold pavement. Watching in acquiescence, cool indifference behind it.

The heat of the now rising sun warmed the piece of her she had forgotten of.

From her last stop on the great stretch of highway, she could estimate the time to her destination. Minutes, now. A map highlighted with cherished stationary sat beside her, a companion in spirit. Alongside the rest of her worldly possessions, sprawling from the small space of the boot.

Time was passing differently, like shedding the weight of a clocks hand, replacing it with a shadow. Flowing naturally, unhurried in all aspects. There was no urge to choke the seconds out, to pause the current to admire the sea. Aelin felt the change in her bones, just as the scene from her fantasies appeared.

A cottage by the sea.

Two weeks ago, there was an explicit end. She had to be out, out, out. Her small apartment in the city was no longer hers, the lease trickling away, exchanging her for someone new. She had nowhere to go. That was until she found Rowan.

The advert was… unfortunate. Lacked the geniality one would assume came with a seaside cottage. Each picture was slightly askew, just a fraction off its axis. Snapped like an afterthought. Described in clinical terms; two bedroom, two bathroom, small kitchen, and good outdoor space.

The woman – Rowan – was kind enough. The rent was shockingly economical. A deal far too good to be true, Aelin had thought. No chance this was really an opportunity that had just… appeared for her. So, she had sought out the catch.

But, there was none.

Rowan had been straightforward in her communication, expectations, and dealings. And days later Aelin had boxed her life away, tucked into a rusting car. Enough cash for the first few months of rent, and a box of pastries and some wildflowers as a thank-you gift.

Stood before the seafoam coloured front door, surrounded by a weather worn wrap-around porch, her mind wandered. Imagining herself out here, sat under the sky as it danced through its emotive number. Scribbling away in notebooks, listening to the ruffle of the grass. Living in step with a mighty beast, watching its crawl up the surf. Following its retreat.

Too good to be true.

She had knocked, had texted an hour ago that she would be on the final leg of the journey. Hand clasped soundly around the wildflowers, the smell of jam scones. The pitter-patter of footsteps rose. They sounded… heavier?

Just as Aelin had moved to peer into the open window, curtains pushed back, seafoam shifted to cotton, shifted to a man.

“Aelin,” He spoke, voice like a storm crashing on the rocks of a forsaken shore, “You’re earlier than I had expected. Come in.”

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dudduk4992 · 1 year

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A beached surfer, part 1

Caleb sighed, looking out onto the beach. It was a perfect day, with not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant yellow sand was teeming with people, talking, sunbaking, playing volleyball, building sandcastles, and splashing in the water. Everywhere he looked, he saw people enjoying the sun.

The hotel next door teamed with tourists, just like it seemed to do every summer when Caleb’s dad sent him here to work at his uncle’s restaurant, “The Seaside Crab” where Caleb worked during his summers instead of enjoying it like everyone else. It always seemed worse to think about, but when he got there it wasn’t so bad, especially since his uncle actually paid him properly now, and with all the tourism they were reeling in, Caleb could only imagine what his bank account would be looking like. Caleb sighed again,

"Caleb! Stop mucking about and clear some tables!" Caleb heard his big sailor-looking uncle yell from within the confines of the kitchen at the front of the restaurant. Caleb gulped and quickly zoomed around the restaurant, clearing tables one at a time.

As Caleb cleaned up another table, stacking the dishes and wiping at the stains on the table, he resumed his daydreaming position at the large wooden bar, adjacent to a long, tall wall lined with glass windows. As he stared even longer, his eyes stayed in the same position, looking out the window despite hearing the front of the cafe's door jingle.

A shadow shunted his daydreaming; he noticed a tall, blonde, wide figure standing at the bar in his peripheral vision. It took Caleb a moment or two to realise that the stranger was waiting for him. "Could I get an iced tea, two lemons please?" Caleb heard the hunky surfer say in his deep voice. It was none other than the legendary Kanen Ariki. A local legend around Marina Beach. He was the only surfer to catch some huge waves, not to mention his insane popularity. When he wasn’t surfing or partying, he worked as a lifeguard at the beach.

Kanen was Polynesian and only 21, two years older than Caleb- and was fully ripped. Big, buff and covered head to toe in muscle, he had a massive chest with huge, meaty pecs and pink cherry-sized nipples, his thighs and calves enormous, and his abs well defined. His face was wide and handsome with a strong jawline, his eyes bright brown with a cut through his left eyebrow. He had various rings in both ears, as well as a double piercing through his right eyebrow and belly button.

His hair was cut in short curtains and dyed blonde while the roots remained black. The hunk also had some impressive Polynesian tattoos; several bands around his right arm, wrist and leg, as well as some triangles, reaching up to the bottom of his belly button. He wore a blue faded singlet, black board shorts and no shoes.

"I- uh, ohhhh..." Caleb Stuttered, gazing in awe at the surfer, he completely forgot what he was doing as he watched Kanen take a table number and sit down.... right next to where Caleb was cleaning. Was this really happening!? Caleb couldn't believe it!

"Hey man, not to rush you, but my stomach’s telling me it’s time to eat," Kanen said with a laugh, noticing that Caleb was stuck daydreaming for almost ten minutes.

"Oh! sorry!" Caleb yelped. "What can I get you today? we have some specials on, if you’re interested, I can show you what they are..." Caleb trailed off, gazing at the blond hunk's breathtaking abs.

"Uh yeah, I'll just get a club sandwich, extra meat, extra cheese, and double side pickle, please. And two iced teas while you're at it" Kanen says with a wink, his voice filled with that deep swagger many surfers carried.

“Right... right, is there anything else?” Caleb murmured.

“Nope! You’re good to go…” Kanen squinted at Caleb’s name tag. “Caleb.” Kanen looked up with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Caleb.” It took Caleb everything he had not to melt at the surfer hunk’s words.

“That… that should be ready soon sir.” Caleb piped, turning and hurrying over to the counter. As he did, he quickly scribbled the order on a piece of paper. However, what Caleb didn’t realize was that he had scribbled Kanen's order underneath a previous order that had come and gone, a family meal in fact. Caleb blindly handed his uncle the order without noticing and went back to clearing tables and taking more orders, sneaking glancing at Kanen when he could. Ten minutes passed as Caleb continued to work, occasionally glancing up at Kanen while he did.

Caleb eventually began to zone back into his work, prioritizing his tasks, rather than gazing at Kanen. Caleb was in the middle of clearing a recently emptied table when he heard someone approach him from behind. He turned around and found himself staring at Kanen, who stood there with a smile on his face.

"Hey there again." Kanen greeted him. "Sorry to bother you, Caleb- but I was just wondering if you knew when my food would be ready? It’s been nearly fifteen minutes." Kanen said with an innocent smile.

Caleb felt his eyes widen. He hadn't realized how much time had passed since he took Kanen's order. "Oh- uh, lemme go check for you." Caleb said quickly as he rushed off to the counter, where his uncle was busy cooking.

"Hey, Uncle Finn!" Caleb gasped. "A customer asked when his food would be out, he's been waiting for fifteen minutes."

"Well, I sure as hell won't be able to figure out his meal if you don't tell me what it is!" Uncle Finn grunted back as he chopped the head off a fish.

"Uhh... '1 club sandwich, double pickle and extra everything' plus two ice teas... For Kanen Ariki." Caleb said aloud, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation.

Uncle Finn glanced across the orders above his head and frowned. "Son, I dunno what you did wrong but I don't have that order here." He muttered. "I DO have an order for one Kanen Ariki, and it does have that sandwich and those ice teas, but there's more than what you said."

Before Caleb could say a word, his uncle placed a full tray on the bench, and it was indeed not what Kanen had ordered; 2 extra large burgers and sides of chips, a large panini, a regular garden salad, A T-bone steak, 2 plates of fish and chips, A regular lasagna, a basket of garlic bread- and of course, the two ice teas and the club sandwich to top it all off.

"Oh Caleb..." Uncle Finn leaned on the counter and covered his eyes. "How did you mess this up." he looked up with a tired smile. "You truly are one of a kind, lad."

Caleb felt himself grow pale as he realized he had messed up.

"I- I'm so sorry..." Caleb murmured, and the boy felt his face go from pale to beet red.

Uncle Finn chuckled and placed a hand over his shoulder. "Don't worry about it kid. I know you'll do better next time, you always do. Just apologize and tell the guy there was a mixup and give him the things he ordered- bring the rest back to me so I can bin it."

Caleb nodded silently and took the tray of food, turning on one heel and quickly made his way across the restaurant. As he approached Kanen's table, he found Kanen smiling at him, but his smile quickly turned to confusion as Caleb set the tray down on the table.

"Hey bro... I didn't order all of this?" he said, confused.

"No you didn't." Caleb confirmed, avoiding eye contact. "I- uh… there was a mixup in the kitchen... and your order got put down with a previous order- but here."

Caleb picked up the plate with the gigantic club sandwich on top. Uncle Finn had used an entire loaf of bread, sliced through the half, and put all of the fixings inside to create the biggest sandwich both Caleb and Kanen had ever seen in their lives.

"W-woah dude... I said club sandwich, not a surfboard panini!" Kanen practically yelped, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess I'm getting my money's worth!" The tanned surfer laughed, a hand resting on his exposed belly. "Seriously dude... thanks for this... you're awesome!" He said. "But I wanted to ask, what's gonna happen to all of this?"

"Uh, I'll probably have to dump it." Caleb replied. "I can't give it to other customers who ordered the same thing. Health code, you know?"

Kanen looked down at the food with a frown. "You can't throw this all away. There's enough food here for a whole family..." he said, gesturing with his hands at the large amount of food in front of him.

"I know." Caleb felt awful, but he really didn't know what else could be done.

"Here, just leave it with me and I'll eat as much of it as I can." Kanen replied with a shrug.

Caleb blinked. "What?"

"It's either that or the garbage disposal, and I hate it when good food is wasted." Kanen grinned. "So yeah, leave it with me."

"Uh... okay, are you sure?" Caleb murmured, placing it all on the table, including the drinks, before picking the empty tray up.

"Yeah man, no worries, I'll see how much I can polish off. Thanks again!" Kanen smiled.

Caleb nodded and left it at that and hurried back to his uncle to give him the tray. When he got to the counter, Uncle Finn was watching Kanen closely. "So he decided to keep all that food huh? Better than chucking it in the bin I say." Uncle Finn said with a chuckle. "He's got one big ass feed ahead of him!"

"Uhh yeah..." Caleb murmured, still blushing as he glanced back to the surfer boy and his massive meal.

***

Kanen wasn't sure if he would even be able to eat this much food. Here, he had arrived for a simple sandwich, and now he had a family-sized feast on top of that. Kanen worked on his original order first, drilling through the club sandwich at a steady pace. The mix of meat, cheese, pickle and lettuce made an explosion of flavour in his mouth as the young stud savoured every bite of the huge sandwich. He ate slowly, enjoying each and every morsel. As he neared the end of his sandwich, Kanen noted that he felt full, his stomach holding its regular curve after a simple meal like this- but his meal was far from over.

"Wow, that was amazing..." Kanen murmured to himself as he took a long sip from his first iced tea, before sighing and wiping his mouth with a napkin. He already felt kinda stuffed though, he thought looking down at his bulging gut.

But there was no time to waste, the food was there, and it needed to be eaten. After he finished the sandwich, Kanen dug into his burger with gusto. The paddy was juicy and fresh, stuck to a slice of melted cheese and accompanied by fresh crisp lettuce, tangy sauce, onions, bacon and tomato. It tasted incredible as he ate it, savouring every bite. With one burger done, the second followed in no time at all. With both now in his steadily growing belly, the young stud took a moment to finish the rest of his first iced tea, sucking down the sweet peach juice like water after a run.

"*BUARRP!*" Kanen belched and blushed as two customers close by glanced at him, Kanen ran a hand over his developing stomach under his singlet, before working on his two sides of chips, each slice of fried potato cooked to perfection as he drowned them in tomato sauce and tore into them ravenously.

The young surfer felt like he could take on the world, his gut was slowly expanding and so full of good food that it felt like he had swallowed a small soccer ball. He had never eaten this much in one sitting before, but he had to admit that he felt great. His muscles were well-fed, and his mind was clear, he felt good, and he was ready to tackle anything that came his way.

With that thought in mind, Kanen worked on his last side of chips and began eating slowly as he watched the people around him. After a few minutes, Kanen moved on his panini. The crust was crisp and the fillings were warm and delicious. The beef was tender and the cheese gooey, the flavors mixing together perfectly. Even though he already felt overly stuffed, Kanen devoured the panini in only a few bites, pausing to take sips from his second iced tea until both the tea and panini were gone.

Kanen burped again, this time not feeling as embarrassed, largely because of how stuffed the surfer stud felt. His slightly bloated muscle gut had expanded substantially, stretching his singlet even further than before as his underbelly dug into the hem of his boardshorts. Kanen knew he wasn't going to be able to fit into his pants for a while.

Now Kanen sat there, stuffed to bursting, yet content. He stared at the remains of his meal; the salad, Steak, double order of fish and chips, basket of garlic bread, and large lasagna, and wondered if he should just leave it there. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he did, then he would feel guilty for wasting such a large amount of food, and besides- something about this whole situation he had ended up in felt... good?

In a way eating all this food made Kanen feel amazing. The very idea of pushing the limits of his stomach, even though he was stuffed to the brim made Kanen's body tingle, and the thought of how big his gut would become made him more excited. Kanen took a deep breath and made his decision, he was going to finish every last piece of this food, and then he was going to enjoy a good long rest.

Eager now, Kanen filled a glass of water and downed it in one gulp before he started with the garden salad and garlic bread; The salad was light and refreshing, while the Garlic bread was hot and gooey and crispy. By the time he was done, the surfer was sweating and moaning, his belly was distended so much that it now jutted off of his body a good few inches. He could feel it stretching his singlet further, his gut pushing against the fabric as it grew. it had even begun to slide up due to the great volume of his gut, revealing a slither of his hairless belly.

Steadily running out of steam, Kanen turned his attention to the large steak. Kanen cut the steak into bite sized pieces and began going to work; the meat was tender and juicy, he found after the first mouthful, the juices running down his chin and dropping onto the singlet straining itself around his enormous gut. The steak was served with a side of fries and salad, both of which the hunk was able to finish off with relative ease. Kanen pulled at his boardshorts, which were unbelievably tight now. Kanen burped again, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness and tightness it caused.

He had no doubt that many of the customers in the restaurant were staring at him, especially the ones who had been here since the start and had seen how much food he had consumed. After finishing off the Steak, Kanen felt his gut throbbing now, his abs and stomach muscles burning tight as his belly begged him to stop eating, and that only made him want to eat more.

Kanen realized that if he was gonna get through the remains of the food, he was gonna need more drinks. By some streak of luck, the waiter boy Caleb passed by to clear a table, although Kanen could see that Caleb was also using this opportunity to stare at the surfer's impressive belly.

"Hey... *URP* Caleb?" Kanen spoke up with a long breath.

Caleb turned right around to face him, his cheeks flushed red. Caleb couldn’t belive how huge he had grown!

"Y-Yeah?" Caleb asked nervously, his eyes darting between Kanen's bulging gut and the huge amount of food that was still piled on the table.

"Do you *HIC* think you could grab me two more of those *BUUARP* iced teas?" Kanen asked, resting his hands on his belly.

"Uh... yeah of course," Caleb replied, his voice shaking as he quickly walked over to the kitchen, returning five minutes later with two bottles of iced tea.

"Thanks," Kanen replied with a shy smile.

"No problem... just let me know if you need anything else," Caleb said, his face growing redder by the second. "I- need to go clear more tables." Caleb rushed off and Kanen couldn't help but laugh to himself. The poor guy looked so flustered, but he didn't blame him. Kanen could only imagine what a sight his gut must be for everyone else.

The fish and chips were by far the hardest to eat, although the battered Cod and chips were crunchy and tasty, they were both dry, and Kanen found himself gulping down a whole iced tea between the two servings. As he polished off the seafood, Kanen felt his belly grow tighter and tighter, it was beginning to push against his waistband as his gut now took up a good portion of his lap. It seemed like he might have to pull down his board shorts if it continued to get any larger.

Kanen had to stop himself from laughing as he marveled at how big his stomach had gotten, he had never been this big before. "Holy shit..." Kanen muttered, looking down at his stomach, which groaned and growled as it struggled to digest the mass amount of food inside. After another glass of water to wash down his throat, the young surfer made his way to his final course, the lasagna.

As he cut into the lasagna, he was surprised to find that it was still warm; the cheese, mince, sauce and pasta sheets melting as he placed the first forkful into his mouth. Kanen had to stifle back a moan as he ate, the taste was incredible. Even though he felt on the brink of bursting point, Kanen devoured the dish with relish, watching his obscenely huge muscle gut creep forward a bit with each delicious, gooey mouthful.

Part of Kanen knew he had eaten past his limit, and yet somehow he was still pushing on, the engorged stud stuffing himself with every ounce of willpower he had. It felt like an eternity before the plate was empty, his gut bloated and stretched beyond its limits, the weight of his belly pressing on his thighs as he sat there. When he was done, Kanen felt like a new man. His belly was stretched to its maximum capacity, obscenely huge and distended, making him look 9 months pregnant. But Kanen was happy with the blissful fullness that came with eating so much food. The weight of everything he had eaten, the pressure in his gut, the strain of his abs and the heat of digestion made him feel so tired.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Kanen moaned loudly as he threw back his head and let loose another deep, manly belch, the sound echoing throughout the restaurant. He closed his eyes, trying to hold in the next one but failing miserably. "Bwuaaarrrp!" Another loud belch escaped the surfer's lips as he looked at the large stack of empty plates in front of him. Something about it made Kanen feel proud, like he was some sort of gluttonous beast who was being rewarded for his excesses.

And so, Kanen struggled to stand up from his seat, his belly was so heavy and his abs stretched to the absolute limit, his legs felt like jelly as it took the stud a moment to adjust to his newfound weight. His singlet had ridden up so much that it only encompassed half of his overgorged belly. Kanen felt all eyes on him as he swaggered over to the counter slowly, holding his gut in both hands like a newborn as he tried not to burp loudly again.

Up at the counter, Kanen found Caleb waiting; a look of complete awe on his face as he gazed upon the young surfer's huge stomach.

"I believe I... *HIC* have a *BUUARRPP* meal to pay for..." Kanen chuckled, patting his belly proudly.

"Oh my God," Caleb gasped. "I can't believe you ate all that." Caleb began to grin from ear to ear. "That was incredible man... I've never seen someone pack away that much food!"

"Thank you *BWARP* Caleb..." Kanen laughed slowly. "I think I've *HIC* had my fill..." Kanen chuckled, his stomach wobbling slightly as he let out another burp, handing the young waiter his credit card, but Caleb shook his head.

"It’s on the house man." Caleb smiled. "You earned it."

***

Kanen lay sprawled out on the hood of his car as he watched the late afternoon sun dwindle on the horizon, the sky turning orange as the evening approached. The young stud had one arm behind his head, and the other wrapped around his gargantuan gut, releasing satisfied burps as he sighed contently. He felt so full... so fucking full... but so good too. The tightness, the weight, the size of his belly all felt incredible.

Kanen let out a long sigh as he brought his hand from his swollen belly down to hard manhood, stroking himself idly as he basked in the glow of his accomplishment. This had been quite possibly the most fun he'd ever had in his life. Eating so much food had left him completely exhausted and drained, his muscles ached and his mind was fuzzy from all the food he had forced into his system, but despite all that, Kanen wanted to see what other places did with order mix-ups.

This summer was going to be fun with people like Caleb around.

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maries-gallery · 11 months

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Beach day with Chevalier

genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni

warnings: soft sex, female bodied reader

wc: 1200 words

Summer had dawned on Rhodolite in the flap of a bird’s wing, the streets of the kingdom now drenched in generous sunlight and animated by Zephyr’s gentle breeze. It was the least the gods could send to preserve the people from the ripe Sun in the sky.

Usually Chevalier remained in the palace during the hot season, locked in his office amongst royal documents and affairs, when he did not retreat to the quiet of his private library.

Rarely did he step outside of the castle to bathe in the Sun, and rarely did he take any time off to enjoy the pleasures of a weekend by the beach.

Not that he ever enjoyed the seaside anyways.

But this year was different, for this year Chevalier was not alone anymore. And he knew you’d probably be happy at the thought of a weekend away from the palace with him.

He could already picture that genuine sunshine smile on your features, the one that lit up his world and made him think that maybe this world had other things to offer than duties and a crown.

His heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of you, so cheerful and excited, beaming with joy at the prospect of a weekend by the beach. And it is this thought precisely that drove him to make reservations for a cottage on the beach, facing the translucent waters of the Benitoitian sea.

And although he hates the beach, hates the sand that gets everywhere, hates the scorching sun that licks his skin and hates the salt in the waves, Chevalier knows he made the right choice when you throw your arms around him in a flurry of thank yous when he tells you to keep your next weekend free.

The white cottage is not anything extravagant or impressive, Chevalier knows you prefer it cozy and would choose this kind of inhabitation over a luxurious mansion any time. A modest exterior of white painted wood, a small porch that leads straight to the sandy beach with a plush rocking chair, a bedroom for the two of you, a tiny kitchen with everything you might need, a bathroom and a living room. All with wooden floor and light flower painted blue tapestry covered walls.

The interior is to your tastes too, Chevalier made sure of it. Crochet curtains cover every window to welcome the light summer light inside ; not that you’d need much coverage from the outside world considering this beach to be pretty much isolated. Dark wooden furniture sits in every room, trinkets and seashells stand on shelves, white linen sheets and a comfortable couch.

But he knows you won’t be spending much time in the cottage anyways, as your first wish is to take a walk on the beach and go for a swim.

Of course he follows, not especially keen on getting wet or taking sand back home, but as long as you smile he can endure whatever. And reading on the beach to the gentle sound of the crashing waves isn’t too bad either.

So he lies on the towel you spread out for the two of you, enjoying some much needed peace as his eyes alternate between running over the lines of his new read and stealing glances your way. And for the first time, Chevalier finds himself liking the beach, if only for the sight of you picking up seashells, twirling in the water and swimming like a fish in a pond, or just for you lying beside him on the sand, taking a nap under the watchful eyes of the kind Sun and his own.

But the day has only started and as the two of you wander in the streets of the seaside village your eyes land on a small market that lines the shore.

“Come.” Chevalier urges you, hand in the small of your back as he leads you to the first stand.

“But you don’t like-” You start, throwing him an hesitant glance.

“I do not, but you do.” And with that the debate is close.

You take your time strolling through the many stands, taking a look at everything they have in store, Chevalier a silent guard that follows after you, the softest of smiles on his lips as he watches over you, attentive to the things you take an interest in.

And there is one particular item that catches your fancy, he notices. A cute flower hair claw of a pale yellow colour that he knows would look splendid in your hair and flatter your complexion. So he does not understand why you put it back and proceeded to walk away.

Foolish simpleton.

Of course he buys it for you.

The joy bubbling in your eyes and the wide smile that lights up your face as he pulls it out from his pocket to put it in your hair enough to satisfy him and for warmth to fill his chest. As planned, it looks ravishing on you.

You also find a white light summer dress to go with it, that compliments your figure and twirls when you dance. One that Chevalier swears to take off once you come back home this evening after a trip to a local restaurant.

And although the meal made your taste buds sing, nothing compares to Chevalier’s rough hands grazing the sensitive skin of your back as he unzips your dress and unties your swimsuit. Nothing compares to the thrill and impatience that knots in your stomach as his hands wander down your sides to your hips to remove your last piece of clothing.

Your own fingers trace the defined muscles on his chest, your touch like fire on his cold skin, one that only fuels the kernel of desire inside of him and that wakes every fiber of his being. Gently, he pushes you down on the bed, crawling over you. Lips immediately seeking yours before wandering down to claim your throat and nape with his teeth and tongue.

Never satisfied until your supple skin blooms with the hints of his burning love for you.

You know the night is going to be long when your eyes meet his, two pools of molten blue darkened by lust for your flesh, your soul and your heart. Of course you are happy to give it all away for him. And only him.

His hands caress and grip, searching every part of you as if trying to make sure no piece of you falls apart under him and the strength of his desire. Until his fingers finally reach the one treasure he never fails to crave, the only treasure he vows to keep to himself.

His eyes on your features, engraving every reaction of yours in mind, from the way you gasp for air and your gaze shoots up to meet his as he slides two digits inside of you, to the way your world crumbles as you come on his fingers and arche up against him.

Then, when you catch your breath, his hands find yours, pinning them over your head and on the plush pillow beneath your head, your thighs part for him as a soft needy sound comes from your throat. And in a room drenched in moonlight, his hips meet yours again and again in a concerto of moans and cries.

Your legs wrap around his waist, seeking him closer and closer still, wishing he could crawl under your skin and find your heart beating for him, join it with his.

“Ah-! Chevalier-!” Your hold on him tightens as he picks up the pace, focused on hitting your sweetest spot until you cannot bear it anymore and your voice goes dry.

“Say it-” He sheathes himself inside of you again in one powerful thrust, “ -Again.”

You do, calling his name into the night over and over again, chanting your lover’s praises as his thumb flicks over your precious pearl and the stars in the sky come to greet you. Until he, himself, cannot hold himself up above you anymore and comes crashing beside you, letting you snuggle up to his side. The two of you finally closing your eyes as the Sun rises in the horizon, showering the both of you in pink light.

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The Snow Queen

Summary: The Seaside nation of Pabu has been locked in an eternal winter for generations, under the thumb of the Snow Queen. And you believe that nothing will ever change. And then Hunter arrives.

Pairing: Knight!Hunter x Reader (pre-relationship)

Word Count: 5069

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first time writing Hunter, so I hope I did alright. This is based on the Snow Queen myth, but really has more The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe vibes.

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“It’s snowing again,” You call over your shoulder to your mother from where you’re perched in the alcove, with your arms resting on the windowsill.

“Again?” Your mother walks over to you and presses a warm mug into your hands, “Goodness, her Majesty must be furious today.”

“Isn’t she always furious?” You ask as you set your mug on your tray and carefully adjust so you’re sitting properly, and you smile at your mother as she drapes a thick blanket over your legs.

“I know you don’t believe it, baby, but she used to be a good woman.” Your mother replies, and then she sighs as you shoot her a disbelieving look, “I know it’s hard for you to see. She…she wronged you more than anyone-”

You’re quiet for a moment and then you pick up your mug of tea, and flicker your gaze back out the window, “You should probably activate the house wards, mom.” You finally say after a moment, “It looks like a bad storm.”

Your mother sighs and closes her eyes, “Alright. Do you want stew for dinner tonight?” She asks as she stands and heads towards the stairs.

“Yeah, sounds great.” You say with a smile, that fades when your mother heads up the stairs.

Three years ago, you had been living in an apartment with your fiance, and you had worked with your father at his woodworking company. It had been a cool summer day, and there was no snow falling, so you joined your father on a trip into the woods to gather more wood.

But the weather can turn quickly here, and within an hour of leaving the shop, you and your dad were trying to navigate in white-out conditions. You stumbled blindly for thirty minutes, before your dad found a safe haven. Unfortunately, the safe haven he found was the cave that led to the Queen’s personal garden.

The Queen’s guards struck quickly and without asking questions, they struck your dad down before you even realized what was happening, and they would have done the same to you, had the Queen herself not appeared.

She offered you the mercy of your life, though she reiterated that trespass needed to be punished. The Queen ordered her men to return you to the village and to bring you to the local hospital…and as soon as you were standing in the lobby of the local emergency room, the guards struck…severing your legs from your body just over the knee.

You still remember the screams from the nurses and doctors, as well as the other patients, and you remember hands all over you, trying to stop the bleeding.

The next thing you remember clearly, is your mother holding your hand and weeping, and your fiance apologizing as he takes your engagement ring back because he “didn’t sign up to be a caretaker”. You were forced to move back in with your mother, and it took over a year before you were healed enough for the prosthetics.

And now, here you are, two years after that, still living with your mother. You intended to move back out, as soon as you were mobile again, but it just…it didn’t happen.

At least you still have a job, your uncle took up your father’s woodworking business, and he was more than happy to allow you to work from home, so long as you continued your wood carving.

You look up as your mother comes back downstairs, “There,” She says, “The runes will keep the snow from piling on the house.” She favors you with a loving smile, “Will you help with dinner?”

“Yeah, of course.” You uncover your legs, and swing them off the bench, before standing and heading into the kitchen. You lean against the bar in the center of the kitchen, and watch as your mom rushes around from one side of the kitchen to the other, “Mom?”

“Oh, there you are.” She places a bunch of veggies on the bar, “Cut these.”

You grab a knife and turn towards the bar, “This is a lot of veggies,” You say dryly.

“Yes, well…your uncle is coming for dinner.” Your mom replies, “And you know how he gets about his stews not being filling enough.”

“He could always eat at his own home.” You counter dryly.

“Be nice. I know you and he don’t see eye to eye-”

“Yeah, because he’s in love with the woman who is responsible for this.” You reply as you motion to your legs.

“He’s still family. He’s just lonely, baby.”

You roll your eyes, but drop the topic. Just in time too, as the front door clicks open, and then slams shut, “Hello to the house!” your uncle bellows. You hear the sound of his heavy boots dropping in the mudroom, and then the sound of him walking through the house. “Mm, stew! My favorite,” He jokes as he enters the kitchen.

“How’s the storm?” Your mom asks as she hands your uncle a mug of something hot.

“Awful! Worst storm of the season by far.” He says in a booming voice that makes you cringe, “Her Majesty is irate. Her statue in the town square was destroyed.”

“That’s a ridiculous thing to get upset about,” You say.

“The things you say, little one!” Your uncle jokes, “That statue is proof of her power!”

“...it’s a statue, not a crown.” You mutter, “Mom, I’m done.”

“Alright, thank you!” Your mother takes the bowl of veggies and adds them to the pot, “Can you grab some of the dried herbs from the pantry?”

“Yeah. Which ones?”

“Oh, anything fragrant.” She replies cheerfully, before she turns back to your uncle, “How could anyone destroy that statue, it’s made of solid ice.”

“No idea, but she’s hired some Mercs to look into it. Apparently they’ve already arrived.” He tries to whisper, but it really just comes out as a normal inside voice.

“Oh, how exciting!” Your mom says thoughtfully, “That means the storm will stop over night! Thank goodness.”

You walk over to your mom, and place some bottles on the counter next to her, “Do these work?”

“Perfect! Thank you! Do you want to stay down here and chat?” She asked.

“I think I’m going to go to my room and read a book,” You reply, “Shout when dinner’s done?”

“Of course, I always do.”

You smile at her, and then turn and leave the room, “She doesn’t like me,” You hear your uncle say.

“She just misses her dad. The last three years have been hard on her.” You barely hear your mom reply as you head up the stairs to your room, “Be patient-” You shut the door with a quiet click, cutting your mother’s voice off.

You drop onto the comfy chair set in the corner and you rub your eyes tiredly. You really, really wish you could live literally anywhere else. But that’s not an option, and it’s not like you can just leave.

You sigh and pick up the photo album on the side table, automatically flipping to the center page which is filled with one picture, a picture of you and your parents on your 18th birthday.

Your fingers glide over the image of your dad, “I miss you. Things just…aren’t the same anymore.” You whisper to the picture, and then you close the book with a snap.

You might as well actually read a book while you’re up here. The more your mom thinks you’re busy, the less likely it is that you’ll have to go downstairs and watch her flirt with your uncle.

*************

The following day is a busy day for you. You spend the large portion of the morning working on carvings in your workshop at the back of the house, but you can only do that for so long before you need to stretch your legs a little.

So you bundle up, and leave the house.

You stop at the stationary shop first, you need a new notebook for planning your carvings out, and you also grab several new pens and pencils, before you leave and head for the grocery store.

There are several items you need for yourself, and then your mom left a list of items she needs as well.

The stuff you need is easy to get, right near the front of the store, but your mom needs a very specific item from the back of the store, on the very top shelf.

You glare at the innocent item sitting just out of reach, even with you standing on your toes. You stand on your toes again, trying to stretch just a little more, though your fingers are just barely able to brush the front of the jar.

You’re considering climbing the shelf to grab the item, when someone reaches over your shoulder and grabs the bottle easily, before he offers it to you, “This is what you wanted, right?” He asks.

You gratefully take the bottle, “Yes, thank you.” You reply as you look up at him, you don’t recognize him, but he’s got shoulder length black hair and half of his face is covered by a skull tattoo. “I tried to get the doctors to make me just a little bit taller when they gave me my legs,” You joke, “But they said I have to be proportional.”

He pauses, “Well, you’re definitely…proportional.”

“...thank you?”

“That’s a weird compliment, isn’t it?”

You laugh, “Yeah, just-just a little. But I will take it in the spirit that it was offered.”

“Well that’s a relief,” He replies, “Hunter.” He pauses, “Ah…my name. Hunter is my name.” He sighs, “Stars, you’d think I’ve never spoken to another person before.”

You laugh quietly, “It’s alright,” You reassure, and then you offer him your hand as you introduce yourself, “It’s the cold,” You joke with an easy smile, “It saps the brain and the ability to think properly.”

“You know, I don’t think that’s how the cold works.” Hunter replies as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Really? I’ve lived here my entire life, and you’d be surprised at how many people start stumbling over their words.” You counter.

“Maybe they’re stunned by your beauty.” He offers with a sly smile.

You release a delighted laugh, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” You say once you get your laughter under control.

“You’d be the first,” Hunter says with a smooth shrug.

“Is that right?”

“It is indeed.” His grin grows, “So, do you need anymore help with your shopping? I would hate for you to miss anything on your list because of being short.”

“Oh, you think you’re cute, don’t you?” You ask, though there’s no heat in your voice.

“Well, I wouldn’t jump to cute…” Hunter replies, “Handsome, maybe. Stunning, sexy-”

“I am not calling you any of those.”

“That’s okay, I can be patient.”

You shake your head, “As it happens, I’m actually done with my shopping.”

“Ah, well. Maybe next time then.”

“Oh? You’re planning on sticking around then?” You ask.

“Mm. The Queen hired me and my brothers to look into some insurrectionists.” Hunter says absently.

You pause, “Oh. You’re the mercs that my Uncle mentioned. Hate to break it to you, Hunter, but you’re not going to get much help from people for your investigation.”

“Why’s that?” He follows you to the front of the store, though you don’t feel hounded.

You glance at him and motion for him to step to the side with you. You set your shopping basket and your bag on the ground and quickly tug up your pant legs, revealing the prosthetics underneath. And then you lower the pant legs and tuck them back into your snow boots, “Three years ago,” You start, “I was on a trip with my father, gathering wood for his business, and we got caught in a sudden snowstorm. Dad managed to find shelter, but the place we found was property of the snow queen,”

You grab your basket and bag, and straighten, locking your gaze with Hunter’s.

“The Queen’s guards killed my father before we even realized that we were somewhere we weren’t supposed to be.” You continue, “My punishment for trespassing was to have both of my legs removed.”

Hunter frowns, “That seems…excessive.”

“Yeah. A bit.” You agree wryly. “So, anyway, you’re not going to get much help.”

“Okay, so…follow up question,” Hunter says, “How is the Queen viewed by her people?”

“Hm…some people are loyal to her, but the wide majority aren’t.” You answer honestly, “We’re, honestly, tired of the snow and the ice, and near constant storms.”

“You’re very honest about this.”

“Yeah, well…I’m allowed my opinion.” You set your basket on the counter, and smile at the kid working the counter, who’s eyeing Hunter warily. “I’m all set,”

He smiles at you nervously, “You know…Bram isn’t going to be thrilled about you making friends with-” He gestures to Hunter.

You hum thoughtfully, “He broke our engagement when I was still in the hospital after having my legs cut off. Do you really think I care what he thinks?”

“...no. No, I do not.”

“Smart kid. How much do I owe?”

“25 credits-”

Hunter reaches around you and drops the credits on the counter, and you shoot him a strange look, “I need whatever information you’re willing to share. Will you come with me to the place me and my brothers are staying?”

You watch him for a moment, and then you nod slowly, “Yeah, alright.” You load up your bag, and watch, bemused, as Hunter takes the bag before you can heave it over your shoulder.

“We’re not far. We’re staying in a house not far from here.” He explains as he waits for you to pull your knit hat over your head, and then guides you out of the shop.

True to his word, the home that he’s staying in is only a few streets over, which you’re grateful for as snow starts falling from the sky.

Like all of the houses, the front door leads to a mudroom, allowing you to strip off your wet winter gear, and leaving you in the much more comfortable long sleeve tunic and trousers. Hunter leaves your bag in the mudroom as well, since you have nothing perishable, and he leads you into the house properly.

“My batchmates,” Hunter says as he enters the sitting room, “Crosshair,” He motions to a silver haired man, “Tech,” He motions to a man wearing thick glasses, “And Wrecker.” He motions to the massive man sitting on the floor.

“You brought someone to give us information?” Tech asks without looking up from his book.

“Something like that.” Hunter replies, “Have a seat wherever you like. Do you need anything for your legs?”

“Hm? Oh, no. Nothing that can’t wait until I get home, at least. Thank you though.” You say brightly.

“I have a prosthetic too!” Wrecker says cheerfully as he turns to look at you, and he taps under one of his eyes, “How’d you get yours?”

You tilt your head, “The Queen’s Guards cut them off after they murdered my father in front of me for the crime of trying to escape a blizzard that the Queen created.” You answer honestly.

The room is silent for a moment, “You’re joking.” Crosshair finally says.

“I’m not.” You answer.

“...it appears that we were not told the complete truth of the situation here,” Tech notes as he finally looks up from his book, “She’s a magic user?”

You shrug, “Mom swears that her Great-Grandmother used to tell her that Pabu was tropical once upon a time. And then one day this woman arrived and declared herself Queen and created an eternal winter. Plus the same woman has been Queen since then.”

“Fuck.” Crosshair says bluntly, and empathically.

“Okay, so how has she stayed alive so long?” Wrecker asks.

“Magic, probably.” Hunter replies, “She creates the snowstorms?”

You nod.

“We need to reconsider what we’re doing here,” Tech says quietly, “We need to do an investigation and get all of the details.”

“So I take it I’m being kicked out,” You joke lightly.

“‘Fraid so.” Hunter replies easily, “We need to do our own investigation. If we have any questions-”

“You can always come and find me,” You say with a small smile as you push yourself to your feet.

“Well, I might just do that anyway,” He flirts lightly, resolutely ignoring the looks his brothers are sending him.

Your smile broadens, “I’ll look forward to it then.” You turn and leave the room, a quiet giggle slipping from you when you hear a muffled thump and a hiss of pain.

You pull your winter gear back on and leave the house…and never make it back home.

**************

“This is an exercise in futility,” Tech says with a frown, as he closes a book with a decisive snap, “No one here is willing to talk to us.”

“Maybe you should go and talk to your pretty little cyar’ika, vod.” Crosshair drawls as he flicks his toothpick at Hunter.

Hunter flings a ball of paper at Crosshair’s face, “Maybe I will, she’ll be better company if nothing else.”

Wrecker’s head turns towards his brothers, “Wait, is she your cyare? Does that make her our vod’ika?”

“No.” Hunter says immediately.

“Yes.” Crosshair and Tech say in unison, apparently having woken up that morning and chosen violence.

“Okay, you know what-” Hunter says, his eyes flashing with anger, as he leans across the table, but before he can continue there’s a loud knock on the door.

“We aren’t expecting company, are we?” Tech asks, standing as the knocking continues.

“Not that I know of,” Crosshair replies as he grabs his crossbow.

Wrecker moves to the mudroom and pushes the front door open, “Uh…can we help you?” Hunter hears him ask, and then a woman bursts into the living room.

The woman rips her wool hat off of her head and her wild gaze locks on Hunter, “Where is she!?”

“I beg your-”

“My daughter! Where is my daughter? You were the last person to see her and now she’s missing and what did you do to her-?”

“Ma’am, ma’am, please calm down!” Hunter holds out his hands, trying to calm the frantic woman.

“I already lost my husband, and now my daughter is missing too and, and-” The woman sobs, “You have to have her! Please!”

“I think she’s talking about your cyar’ika.” Crosshair murmurs, his eyes narrowing in thought.

“I think you’re right.” Hunter agrees.

“Here,” Wrecker gently guides her to a chair, “Why don’t you sit down?”

The older woman releases a shuddering soft as she allows Wrecker to guide her to a seat, and then Hunter moves over to her and kneels in front of the woman, “Ma’am,” He says gently, “I swear to you, your daughter isn’t here. She walked out of here on her own power.”

The woman stared at him, her eyes wide, and then her face crumpled, “No…”

Hunter lightly takes her hands, “But we will do everything in our power to find her.” He turns to look at Tech and Crosshair, who both nod and head out of the house, and then he looks back at the woman, “Now, is there anything you can tell us? Have you seen anything strange?”

She sniffles, “Um…” She wipes her eyes with the sleeves of her thick jacket, “I came home from work the other day and saw that her workroom was trashed.”

“Was anything missing?” Wrecker asks.

“I don’t know. It was my husband’s workshop before he died…I didn’t really go in there.” She chokes back another sob, “But her room was also trashed. I didn’t see anything missing…I just assumed that she had a bad day-”

“That’s alright,”

“I’m a terrible mother,” She whispers, “How could I not know if something’s missing…”

“You’re not a terrible mother. A terrible mother wouldn’t be here, demanding answers from the people she thought took her daughter.” Hunter corrects kindly, “Now…Wrecker here is going to escort you home.”

“Oh…you don’t have to-”

“We do.” Hunter interrupts, and then he crosses the room to Wrecker, “Stay with her. They might come back.”

“Got it. Happy hunting, vod.”

Less than ten minutes later, Tech and Crosshair return. Neither of them bother to remove their winter weather gear, “We found something, but you’re not going to like it.” Crosshair says.

“Tell me anyway.”

The twins share a look, and then Tech places something on the table. There’s a prosthetic leg on the table, painted in bright colors, “They took one of her legs,” Tech says, “Likely to keep her from escaping.”

“You might be able to track her,” Crosshair picks up the conversation smoothly, “But it has been three days…and it’s been snowing.”

“Snow isn’t like rain, especially since it’s always cold enough for the snow to never melt,” Hunter says thoughtfully, and his gaze drifts to the painted leg on the table, “Okay. Change of plans.” He says, “Tech, Cross, go and find the people we were supposed to be looking for in the first place. I know that you know who they are. Press them for details.”

“And what do you want us to do after?” Tech asks.

“Act on what you find out.” Hunter replies, he grabs the leg off the table and wraps it in a blanket, “I’m going to go see if I can find her.”

Tech nods, and Crosshair just turns and leaves the room, “Tech, hurry up!” He calls from the front door.

“Don’t rush me!” Tech says as he turns and chases after his twin.

*************

You shiver as you pull your leg up to your chin. It’s cold enough that you can see your breath, and you’d probably be in a lot of trouble if you hadn’t been allowed to keep your cold weather gear on.

But it’s been days, at least you think it has, and the biting cold is starting to seep through your clothes.

You wonder if this is what it’s like to be a political prisoner, though you can’t possibly imagine that you’re politically significant enough to actually be a political prisoner.

You release a trembling breath and wrap your arm around your leg, if it gets much colder, you’re going to have to remove your other leg to keep from getting frostbite.

You jump when the door to your cell opens, and one of the guards lumbers into the room, “Lunch,” He grunts, as he sets a simple bowl on the floor.

“Can I get a blanket?” You ask.

He stares at you blankly, “No.” And then he turns and leaves the room.

At least the meal is something hot. Soup, in a paper bowl, so that you can’t use it to make a weapon or anything. Food is food though, and you couldn’t escape with only one leg if you wanted to.

You hope someone comes to get you, though.

You jump when you hear a loud crash from the hallway, and then jump again when something heavy slams against the cell door and it falls in.

You stare at the door for a moment, and then look up at the doorway, shock crossing your face as Hunter steps in the doorway, “There you are.”

“...Hunter?”

He smiles at you, though there’s something almost feral in his gaze, “That’s me.”

“I…you…how?” You sputter.

“Your mom, she thought that we were holding you and came to demand your release.” He answers as he hops down the steps and kneels in front of you, “Here, this belongs to you.” He unhooks something from around his back, and unwraps it, revealing your leg.

“My mom?” You ask as you numbly take your leg back.

“She’s a tough lady. I have no doubt that if she thought that we actually had you she would have attacked us.” Hunter says with a grin.

You clumsily untie the knot that you were using to keep the cold away from the stub of your leg, and you reattach your leg, “She probably would have,” You admit, grimacing as the nerves reattached to the leg.

“You good?”

“It hurts. It always hurts.” You say quietly. And then you take a deep breath and pull the pant leg down and shove the material into the boot that was still on your foot. “Can we leave?”

“That’s the plan, princess.” Hunter glances towards the door, and then back at you, “Come on, on your feet.” He helps you to your feet and steadies you.

“How’d you find me?” You ask as you allow him to help you up the steps.

“I’m a tracker.” Hunter explains, he glances at you, “I sniffed you out,” He clarifies as he taps his nose, “Literally, as it happens.”

“...oh.”

He smiles reassuringly at you, “Don’t worry, I’m going to get you home.”

“I believe you.” You grimace slightly, “I’m not going to be able to walk quickly though…too much time in the cold.”

“Then we’ll take it slow. As slow as you need to.”

That’s good in theory, but the reality is that Hunter just broke into the Queen’s personal prison, and killed one of her personal guards. Which means that less than fifteen minutes after he gets you out of the prison, Hunter is throwing you into an alcove as Guards descend on him from every direction.

You watch, terrified, as the fight starts. And then the terror fades into something like awe. None of the guards could touch him, as he essentially dances around them, and under their blades.

When the last guard hits the ground, he turns to you, he’s not even winded, “Alright, princess. Time to go.” He holds his hand out to you and you accept the hand as he effortlessly lifts you over the bodies on the ground.

You’re almost outside when you notice something strange, there are puddles of water on the floor of the Queen’s ice palace. “I think the palace is melting, is that your doing?” You ask Hunter.

“Not intentionally,” He replies as he hurries ahead of you and opens the door, “Come on, princess. We’re in the home stretch.”

“Aside from the hour-long walk back to the village.” You remind him.

“Yeah, aside from that.” He helps you down the final staircase and then guides you away from the palace. “I’m surprised we didn’t run into any more guards.” He admits.

“If the palace is melting, it means that the Queen probably has more pressing concerns.” You point out.

“Fair point,” He lightly places his hand on the small of your back, “Come on, let’s get you back to your mom.”

By the time you're halfway home, you had to stop to strip off your winter clothing, as the temperature had shot up to the point where it’s uncomfortable to wear them.

By the time you step foot in the village properly, all of the snow has melted, and everything is muddy and gross. Ironically, the mud is harder for you to walk in than snow, and Hunter ends up having to carry you back to your home.

Your mom lets out a cry when she sees you, and immediately flies to your side. Hunter is barely able to set you on the gravel path in front of your house before your mom is wrapped around you, and sobbing in your hair.

*****

Three days later, you’re sitting on a bench on the outside of the village square with Hunter sitting next to you. Your mom and uncle are in the mass of people standing in front of where the statue of the Queen once stood, and the rest of Hunter’s brothers are milling around the group of people in civilian clothes.

“What do you think this town meeting is about?” You ask Hunter.

“Probably about who’s going to run the village now that the Queen is dead,” He replies as he stretches out, “Once things dry out you’ll be able to take up farming again, and the fishing boats can come out of storage.”

“Hm, true enough. I guess the shop will go back to making fishing boats, rather than anything else.” You say thoughtfully, “Which means I’m going to need a new job.” You add with a sigh.

“You’ll be alright. You’re pretty smart after all.”

“Just pretty smart?” You tease.

“Well, I have to compare you to Tech-”

You laugh, “Point taken.” You find Tech in the crowd, and you lift a hand to hide your smile, he’s surrounded by people and he seems to be giving a lecture, “He looks happy.” You note lightly.

“He has a captive audience. Of course he’s happy,” Hunter replies with a sigh.

“Hm…what are you guys going to do now? Head back to Mandalore?” You ask.

“Haven’t decided. Why?”

“Well,” You say slowly, thoughtfully, “You did kinda…break our entire way of life.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah. I mean, we have to relearn how to fish, and relearn how to make boats, and relearn how to grow crops-” You list.

“You know, I could have just left you at the mercy of the Snow Queen.”

“No you couldn’t.”

He sighs, “No, I couldn’t.” Hunter removes his bandana for a moment and pushes his hair out of his eyes, “Alright, what are you suggesting, princess.”

“Well, Tech knows a lot about, well, everything. Having him around would help us get resettled a lot faster.” You say, almost absently.

“Yeah, I bet he would. But what about me and Crosshair?”

“I’m sure we can find something for men with your skill sets to do.”

Hunter leans back and stares at you for a moment, “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright. I’ll talk to my brothers, see if they’re on board. And if they all agree, we’ll stick around.” Hunter ties his bandana back on and stands, “Besides, I still need to get you to call me handsome or sexy.” He adds with a cheeky grin.

“Never gonna happen.” You reply in a sing-song voice.

He leans in, until his face is uncomfortably close to yours, “Fifty credits that I’ll get you to call me on, or both, by the end of the year.”

“Deal.” You say.

“Deal.” He shakes your hand, and then pulls you to your feet, “Come on, let’s go hear what the people have to say.”

11 months later, you lose that bet.

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fernandoswarcrimes · 8 months

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Sweet Nothing x Jack Grealish

“And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"”

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I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

Jack glanced at what you had pulled out of your pocket, a questioning look on your face, as the two of you got ready to walk out the door. It was small, almost the size of a lightning bug. A small little pink pebble that you two had found last July whilst on summer break. It had slipped both of your minds, nearly forgetting about it until just now as you held it up with a smile before setting it in the dish by the door with the extra set of keys and oddities that you both had in your pockets that week. He wondered if the small rock ever missed Wicklow, the cozy seaside town. That something so small could hold such important memories. It was when he asked you to move in with him. At first he didn’t think you’d say yes, because it took you a few minutes to give him an answer, but that was because you were just in shock. He had been so upfront and honest about it you didn’t think a guy like him would want that. But you had been proven wrong as you realized this was Jack, your jack. The goofy brummie guy who had swept you clear off your feet with his horrendous jokes and down to earth personality. He was the personification of soft. He missed Wicklow, if the rock didn’t then he did, because it gave him you.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

The Birmingham man was tired.

Tired of everyone saying that the end of City’s reign was coming, that they wouldn’t make it till the end. They wouldn’t get the treble. Everyone always had something to say, he more often than not, found himself quickly trying to quickly head out after any practice or game not wanting to be interviewed or stopped by anybody that would hold him up. All he wanted to do was run home to you and the calmness that surrounded you. As he walked out of training he could see people pushing and shoving at the gate as he got into his car, his teammates having no problem stopping to sign things or take pictures. But nonetheless, despite how tired he was, he pulled his car through the gates and stopped for a few people because he knew if he didn’t it would end up being the next big scrutinizing headline, which he didn’t need. He didn’t mind the fans really, he loved them, but on days like this when everything was weighing down on him he just wanted to come home to you. As he drove through Manchester he thought of how relaxing it’d be to just lay on the couch with you, he stopped and got you both some food on the way home knowing you’d enjoy the simple gesture, and when he did finally arrive home, he walked inside and heard you humming in the kitchen. You looked up when you heard him come in and smiled at him. “Aw you picked up maccies” he just smiled and sat the bag on the counter letting you pull him into a much needed hug which had him instantly relaxing into your arms. All you ever wanted from him was moments like this. Sweet nothings.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

On the way home from a trip you and him took together, he had been quietly sitting in the passenger seat. You’d look over to him a few times wondering what he was doing, usually you couldn’t get him to stop talking and the quietness wasn’t bad per say, it just intrigued you. “I uh- wrote a poem I wanted to read to you.” Jack spoke up softly which caused a small smile to spread across your lips as you nodded for him to go ahead. You saw him sit up straighter out of the corner of your eye as he looked down at his phone. “I won’t ever find the words, you are everything always and even that is not enough.” Was it grammatically correct? No, but you appreciate the sentiment and the fact he wrote it. “What a mind you have, love. I like it.” You nodded while looking over at him briefly with a smile. Jack appreciated that you supported him and his little hobbies like this and not just football. It was something he realized happened all the time even if you didn’t make a big deal about it. He wanted to write poetry? You were right there encouraging him, wanting to try new fashion styles? You wanted him to give you a fashion show and show you what he bought and gave him pointers on what would look good and what wouldn’t. He had never felt more loved and appreciated besides when he was with his family. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t support you the same way because he did 110% in anything you wanted to do or try. It was a very open and co-op relationship. You both gave and helped when the other needed it.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

It was no secret how some clubs were ran, Chelsea was a prime example of industry disruptors some hotshot millionaire coming in and buying the club ontop of the management fucking everything up. That didn’t mean City was squeaky clean either, they had their own allegations and rumors about them as well. Everyone was pushing for the same thing. Pushing to be the best. No matter what they did they always got told “you should be doing more” pitching it like they were trying to sell it to the players as if they didn’t want to be the best already. Everyone wanted to win the big three but you could only do that if you were being efficient and doing good. But to you, Jack could admit that sometimes he’s too soft for all of it. The pressure, the comments, the scrutiny. He had heard it ever since City signed him, he went from being the star boy at Aston Villa to being a “waste of money” after being signed as the most expensive English footballer to date. Some days he didn’t think he wanted to do it anymore, he had been trying and trying to prove himself that he could do it, that he could be worth what they paid for him. He had to. Because he didn’t know what he would do if they let him go.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Despite all the talk of the end of the season and all the tough games they had to get through. There was the one constant that kept him going, and that was being able to run home to you when the day was over. The two of you and your constant little moments that some would consider boring nothingness, meant everything to him. No amount of cups or championship wins would compare to him coming home from an away game to find you dancing and humming around the kitchen or how you were always there for him, to pick him up after a bad game, in the stands for the good games, or just spending time with him and his family. His mother had asked him when he was going to get the courage to ask you the big question, she knew he already had the ring. He also knew you wouldn’t want a big public gesture, you’d want something small, just between the two of you and your little sweet nothing moments. Which is exactly how he did it, at three in the morning, when you both couldn’t sleep. Was the deliriousness from sleep getting to you both? Probably, but he knew that no time was better than right now. He dropped to one knee in the middle of the kitchen, illuminated by the refrigerator light as he looked up at you with the softest look ever and softly asked as he opened the velvet box that he had been hiding for the last six months. “Will you marry me?” He wanted nothing more than to have a million more moments like this with you.

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The downside to equal rotations in the kitchen was that Rose was no longer flying under the radar. Luka yelled at her every bit as much as he yelled at Colin and Camilo. As much as she loved her job, Rose looked forward to her days off a little more than she had before.

One day off, when she was baking bread for the week, Rose heard some commotion outside. She peeked out the window and saw a car pulled right up to the building steps. Because Plavi Raj was a seaside town, people were always coming and going. Some of the apartments were short-term holiday rentals and others, like hers, had longer leases.

The bread was in the oven when someone knocked on her door. Rose opened to find a woman about her age in the vestibule. She offered a tentative smile and the redhead started talking a mile a minute in a language Rose didn't understand. Maybe...Italian?

"I'm sorry," she said. "I only speak English and a tiny bit of Croatian."

"Oh! You're American?"

"Yes...well, no...well, sort of," Rose said. "My mom is from San Sequoia and my dad is from Britechester, but I grew up in Henford-on-Bagley, so I'm a mix?"

"I'm moving into the apartment across the hall," the woman said. "I wanted to say hello. I'm Giulia."

"I'm Rose. How long are you staying?"

"For the rest of the summer maybe," Giulia said. "Longer if I like it."

"Welcome to the building. If you need anything, let me know."

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the beach tomorrow, if it's not raining. It's no fun to go alone."

Rose's second day off was tomorrow but she wasn't sure about spending the day at the beach with a stranger. Still, she hadn't had much of a social life since she'd arrived in Plavi Raj. And the beach sounded nice.

"Sure," she said. "Knock when you're ready to leave."

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𓇢𓆸 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈.

situated on a lush hilltop and overlooking the sparkling seascape, a lone stone cottage sits. externally, it's unassuming with its sun-bleached cobbles and circular windows. plum trees flank the seaside abode, and glass bottles in an array of spectacular colors are tied to boughs heavy with fruit. they sway in the summery breeze, singing a fragile melody that permeates stifling, sticky humidity.

inside, however, the home is as eccentric as its inhabitant. paintings, both finished and unfinished, line the walls, some hung and others propped, and the stone floor is mired in dry paint splatter. cloth curtains are parted to allow sunlight to filter in through large bay windows, offering a view of the glimmering ocean beyond. there is no second floor, merely a ground floor and a cellar, and so every room necessary to the layout exists here: a bathroom, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and the main, paint-spattered room. there is no television, but there is a radio and it rests on a windowsill as if it's a pie put out to cool. it details this afternoon's forecast between static crackles: clear, sunny skies with a zero chance of rain.

idyllic and isolated, this will be your new home. and a young man named amaryllis, the one who followed up with you in response to the listing he had posted, will be your new housemate. his standards for a companion were easy to meet: must be okay with messy workspaces (lots of paint). must enjoy peace and terrible internet connection (sorry in advance). must not mind sounds at night (bottles hung on trees make noise). must be good at running errands and doing light physical work. he was warm and friendly in the listing, what with his additional comment of i will provide you with plenty of plums should you need any. and with an eviction notice hanging over your neck like a guillotine's blade, he was a godsend. a godsend you'd snatched up the minute you found him, desperate to find a new place to stay before the end of the week.

his name is amaryllis. he's polite and accommodating, mostly quiet, and he's an artist. his hair is dyed a brilliant, fiery scarlet. when you questioned such a bold color, he offered you a tiny, nearly bashful smile and said, "everyone has a specific vision of what an artist should look like. i want to embody the kind of artist who is strange, but not quite strange enough to be ridiculed. more like...a strangeness that can be charming if looked at the right way. that, and the color matches the flower i'm named after."

he's so sweet and clearly passionate about his profession as a painter. in fact, it's how he makes a living. he's mostly housebound, so he paints all manner of artworks and sells them to the local museum in town. they proudly display his work in pretty frames with even prettier placards. amaryllis was humble in his explanation, but you think it's a very impressive talent of his. he should brag about it more often. when told that, he chuckled and shook his head. boasting, according to him, is not an appealing facet of humanity. you stuck your tongue out at him in reply: "if you have skill, show it off. why hide?"

why hide indeed?

you work at a tea shop in town. in the summer, it's bustling with activity. tourism keeps the island afloat, and so you're never spared the stress of a midday rush. although amaryllis insisted you needn't work so hard to pay rent, you argued that you'd feel like a leech if you didn't. so in the mornings and late into the afternoons, you make deliveries for the shop and work behind the counter. it keeps you active, and it's enough to provide you with rent and grocery money for amaryllis. sometimes your boss permits you to bring home some of the imported tea. you share it with amaryllis; he's fond of bittersweet, herbal blends.

amaryllis never paints the same thing twice. landscapes must have notable differences, even if he's only ever peered out his window to paint the slivers of the sea he sees between the plum trees. it's harsh criteria, but you suppose many artists are similar when it comes to the tribulations of creation. he paints the most delicious-looking still lifes. plums show up in a lot of these—the only similarity you'll ever find between his paintings. you asked him about it, ever the curious one, and he offered a thin smile and a cryptic answer: "plum blossoms symbolize hope. in a world where we're always racing against an invisible clock, i want to have hope. and what better fruit to symbolize that than plums? they're delicious and nutritious and, better yet, fun to paint."

you sat beside him, admiring the splotches of green giving way to an azure sky on what was once a pristine canvas. plum blossoms bristle in an unfelt breeze. amaryllis shudders through a brutal coughing fit. he does that a lot.

amaryllis owns a motorbike. it was a gift from a friend who sent it to him when he bemoaned not having the capabilities to see one firsthand so that he could try his hand at sketching it. your jaw had dropped when he wheeled it out of the cellar onto the grass, huffing and trembling like a fawn on unsteady legs. the unveiling was grand, even if it was just you and him at the peak of a hill, surrounded by plum trees and swaying bottles. it's a sleek, purple vehicle that looks practically new despite being aged by years.

"and," amaryllis says, puffing his chest out after catching his breath, clutching the tarp close, "purple like a plum."

"i'm starting to think you're fond of plums."

"they're my lifeline."

"you say the strangest things."

"like a true artist! see? now you understand the appeal of the weird, don't you?"

you open your mouth, shut it, and then snort. before you can stop yourself, you're laughing. under the shadowed shade of the plum trees, amaryllis smiles wistfully.

"i have no need for it. i'm also not very good at painting vehicles, so it's yours to use. now you won't have to pay bus fare."

"or walk the twenty minutes to the stop," you add, grinning.

"that, too."

wind rustles through the grass. it tugs on your clothes, bringing with it fleeting scents of summer sea salt. you intend to say it first, but he beats you to it.

"thank you."

"what for?" odd. you should be the one saying that.

"for being here. it's nice to have a friend in all of this isolation." he turns his glacial gaze seaward. "perhaps i'm burdening you, but i just didn't want the house to be cold and empty when i..." he hums, contemplative, and corrects himself. "i wanted to know what it felt like to surround myself with company who cares. they told me i had five years and that i'd be lucky to know even one of those... but it's been two and so far i'm really grateful for my luck. if it wasn't for that and plums, i never would have met you."

at first, the meaning leapt over your head like a horse over a vertical. you almost replied with, "and if it wasn't for my eviction notice, i never would have searched for a housemate," but then it hit you. and it hit.

it hit hard.

"oh. oh, amaryllis..."

his eyes showcase stories his lips don't dare speak. frigid and sharp as ice one moment, and the next they're weak and watery. he disguises his sniffle in a poorly feigned cough.

"i spent the first year wallowing in pity and hatred. the world is the worst, but then so am i. i thought things like that. i wanted good health. i wanted to walk and run long distances. i wanted to leave this island and travel to a big city. i wanted to ride a motorbike and feel the wind grabbing at my clothes and hair. most of all, i wanted more time. i never know how to use it correctly, and i was always getting lost in my drawings so that i could ignore it. but when the sun sets i'm reminded i'm losing days." he scuffs his slipper against the grass and forces a laugh. "i guess i grew out of the bitterness. it's easier to swallow a plum-flavored pill than it is to try choking down mean sentiments. i think that now."

"i... i'm sorry."

as soon as it leaves your lips, you feel overwhelmingly stupid. you have a million things to say to him, and yet none of them can be properly phrased.

"there's nothing to be sorry for. it's not your fault."

"but..."

"it's not so sad anymore, so please don't fret." he gestures to the bottles swinging on the branches, each clink an echo of something forlorn. "i put these up to keep death away. i can't outrun him, but i can scare him off with loud noises." this time, his smile is hopeful. "and if two years is enough proof, i think it's working."

you watch him in silence. how he can smile despite being crushed by the weight of time—by the unfairness of the world—you'll never understand. for a while, the two of you stand there and watch the bottles in the plum trees. blue, green, yellow, purple, brown, orange... they're in every shade imaginable. every shade except red.

when amaryllis recovers from his most recent coughing fit, his fingers are curled into fists. red, you realize, is not a color he's fond of, even if it's the color he's chosen to dye his hair. red is a color you can find in his palms, imprinted like a stain, a permanent reminder of incurable frailty.

the ride to work is made in a daze. you don't even realize you're thirty minutes late. funny how time works.

"if you could have anything in the world, regardless of how expensive or strange it might be, what would you choose?" amaryllis asks this one starry night. the two of you sit near the sea on a patchwork quilt, listening to the distant splish-splashing of fish in the sea. the moon casts a silver spotlight on a quiet, evening tea party.

teacup in hand, inhaling a flowery aroma, you consider his question. "i'm sure i have something in mind, but right now i'm drawing a blank."

amaryllis nods his understanding. "i would want more time." you try to soothe him with something better than an apology, but he's quick to add, "not to live! but to paint."

"aren't those essentially the same?"

"not quite. when i paint, i'm alive and well. things outside of that are stagnant and almost...dead. or should i say unfulfilling? loneliness is more painful than death itself. well, that's what i think."

"wouldn't you get bored after so much painting? what would you even paint with all of that extra time?"

having been moon-gazing for the entirety of that exchange, amaryllis turns to you. he smiles. "you."

"me?"

"there will never be enough time to truly capture all of you." he glances at the ground, his finger tracing swirls and loops in the sand. "your habits and mannerisms. your smile. the light in your eyes. the way you get so worked up when it's too humid. every part of you that's so you—i couldn't begin to attempt to portray all of it in so little time."

"then don't. i'd rather you spend your time doing something comfortable and less...stressful."

"it's never stressful painting you."

"you've been painting me?"

his smile falters. "i..." he clears his throat, suddenly awkward. "i have. yes. i... i'm sorry."

"hey, it's fine! no need to apologize just... why haven't you shown me? i'm flattered, you know."

"it's embarrassing and...strange."

you quirk an amused grin. "isn't strange what you want to be?" you lean in close and he jerks away so quickly it's comically cute. "a strange artist who can be charming if looked at properly. that's your ideal vision for an artist, right?"

"of course. but..." he sighs, his shoulders deflating. "i don't paint people often."

"but you painted me."

"you're an exception."

"does that mean i'm not a person? or...am i like a fruit or something inanimate?"

"maybe." his eyes shine with mischief. "maybe you're neither. maybe you're an angel."

"please." you roll your eyes, snorting around the rim of your teacup. "i'm not an angel. i'm just me."

"the beauty of art is that you can glamorize and romanticize the mundane. like doing laundry! it becomes far more appealing when it's put on a canvas." he's traced an inescapable maze of lines into the sand. you miss the next part, for it's spoken so softly. as if it's forbidden sin. "when i put you on my canvases, you're an angel. my angel."

under a velvety blanket of stars, you think you hear whispers in the wind. you shrug them off and down the rest of your lukewarm tea.

angels are not unknown to amaryllis. in fact, there's a room in the cellar, designed to be secretly accessible to those who know of it. he's named it "the angel room." for the first few years of his childhood, he was in perfect health. and during those treasured, bygone years, at a small primary school in the center of the island, he met his angel. you don't recall him now, for he was yanked from school in his third year, destined to be homeschooled for the rest of his slowly deteriorating youth, but he's remembered you. you left an impact as all angels often do.

rather than feathers and halos and white silks, you adorn yourself in things that are you. your smile. your eyes. your laughter. your kindness. these things cannot be bottled or replicated, nor can they be plucked from your back to ensure you'll never fly again.

a school portrait is framed in the angel room. the class is small, comprised of just eleven students, and of those eleven two faces are circled—yours and his. it's the only photo he has of you and him. the rest were taken by someone who was paid handsomely to travel the distances amaryllis can't reach to capture you on film. for the sake of creativity. for the sake of imprisoning the muse. for the sake of being strangely charming. a dying man's wish carries more weight when life's gifts are not guaranteed. subtle manipulation works best when weaved into a sob story. canvases line the walls. none of them are finished. they're all attempts to paint you perfectly. no matter how hard he tries, he can never get it right.

it's unfortunate and frustrating, but then he can't change it. the world has dealt him a cruel hand, but he can be crueler. he can be greedy and cling to the time he has left. he can be selfish and keep you in his reach, shackled by way of circumstance.

it's fate, or so he thinks when he recalls all the time spent in a lingering infatuation, hoping for a day in which he could meet you in person after so much time apart. sometimes the world gives him sorrow. this time it's given him an angel. for as long as he lives, amaryllis will keep this angel to himself.

time means everything when it's limited, but for today and tomorrow and the foreseeable future it's all he needs to feel some semblance of relief from the ever-encroaching unrest of the inevitable.

sometimes amaryllis catches himself thinking how much better it would be if he could take you with him. it's wrong and terrible, but then it would be fair.

he's never known fairness. he's never known romance. he's never known the joys of life. but with you, his angel, he knows it all and so much more. and for that he is forever thankful.

#— terminal writes #— passenger : amaryllis #*gently holds* i love him T^T #yandere oc #yandere x reader

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