#World of Dance Hawaii

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Sesame Street (1969-Present)

[mouseandboo]

Postcrossing US-11075828 by Gail Anderson Via Flickr: Postcard with a picture of a poster advertising flights to Hawaii. This is a part of series of postcards with vintage travel poster art from a shop at Amazon. Sent to a Postcrossing member in Germany.

[methsaint]

list of all lana unreleased, demos & covers

unreleased songs

1. You Can Be The Boss (leaked)

2. Kinda Outta Luck (leaked)

3. Oooh Baby (= “Are You Ready?”) (leaked)

4. Hundred Dollar Bill (leaked)

5. Driving in Cars With Boys (leaked)

7. Daddy Issues (= “I Was In A Bad Way”) (leaked)

8. Trash Magic (leaked)

9. Paris (= “Take Me To Paris”) (leaked)

10. Heavy Hitter (leaked)

11. Dum Dum (3 different versions) (leaked)

12. Match Made In Heaven (leaked)

13. She’s Not Me (= “Ride or Die”) (leaked)

14. Pin Up Galore (leaked)

15. Dangerous Girl (leaked)

16. Never Let Me Go (leaked)

17. Children Of The Bad Revolution (leaked)

19. Marilyn Monroe (= “Puppy Love”) (leaked)

20. Come When You Call Me America (2 different versions) (leaked)

21. 1949 (leaked)

22. You’re Gonna Love Me (leaked)

23. Put the Radio On (leaked)

24. Gangsta Boy (leaked)

25. Summer of Sam (leaked)

26. Serial Killer (leaked)

27. Go Go Dancer (leaked)

28. Delicious (leaked)

29. Big Bad Wolf (= “Hot Hot Hot”) (leaked)

30. Playing Dangerous (leaked)

31. Afraid (leaked)

32. Hollywood’s Dead (leaked)

33. Damn You (= “American Dream”) (leaked)

34. Lift Your Eyes (leaked)

35. Boarding School (leaked)

36. Butterflies (leaked)

37. Every Man Gets His Wish (leaked)

38. Fordham Road (leaked)

39. Motel 6 (leaked)

40. Paradise (leaked)

41. Velvet Crowbar (leaked)

42. Fake Diamond (2 versions) (leaked)

43. Backfire (leaked)

44. Moi Je Joue (leaked)

45. Last Girl On Earth (leaked)

46. Live or Die (leaked)

47. Push Me Down (leaked)

48. Teenage Wasteland (= “Prom Song” [Gone Wrong]) (leaked)

49. Tonight (= “I Don’t Wanna Go”) (leaked)

50. My Best Days (leaked)

51. Break My Fall (leaked)

52. Catch and Release (leaked)

53. Crooked Cop (leaked)

54. Is It Wrong? (leaked)

55. Jealous Girl (leaked)

56. Hawaiian Tropic (leaked)

57. Heartshaped Chevrolet (leaked)

58. Hit and Run (2 versions) (leaked)

59. Making Out (2 versions) (leaked)

60. Noir (leaked)

61. Scarface (leaked)

62. TV In Black & White (leaked)

63. Us Against The World (leaked)

64. Midnight Dancer Girlfriend (leaked)

65. Maha Maha (leaked)

66. Television Heaven (leaked)

67. Golden Grill (leaked)

68. Beautiful Player (leaked)

69. Dynamite (leaked)

70. Breaking My Heart (leaked)

71. Black Beauty (leaked)

72. Hollywood (leaked)

73. Angels Forever (Forever Angels) (leaked)

74. Starry Eyed (leaked)

75. JFK (leaked)

76. Butterflies Pt. 2 (leaked)

77. Daytona Meth (leaked)

78. Tired Of Singing The Blues (leaked)

79. St. Tropez (= “Party Girl”) (leaked)

80. Queen Of Disaster (leaked)

81. All Smiles (leaked)

82. Bentley

83. Betty Boop Boop (leaked)

84. Born Bad Bay

85. Caught You Boy

86. C U L8r Alligator (leaked)

87. Criminals Run The World (= “Hit And Run” alternate version) (leaked)

88. Cry Me A River

89. Girl That Got Away

90. I Was In A Bad Way (= “Daddy Issues” alternate version) (leaked)

91. I’m Fucked

92. Kindness of Strangers

93. Mermaid Hotel (leaked)

94. Put Your Lips Together (leaked)

95. Resistance

96. Roses

97. Ruby Tuesday

98. Slow Gin Fizz

99. So Legit (= “Against Gaga”) (leaked)

100. Smarty (leaked)

101. Playground (leaked)

102. Wrong

103. Strange Love (leaked)

104. Bollywood Hawaii (leaked)

105. Baby Blue Love (leaked)

106. I Want It All

107. Behind Closed Doors (leaked)

108. Jimmy Gnecco (leaked)

109. Break The Cycle

110. Epiphany

111. Jonah

112. Little Angel

113. Lullubye

114. True Love On The Side (leaked)

115. Living Without You (= “TV In Black & White” alternate version) (leaked)

116. True Love

117. Greenwich (leaked)

118. Shadow Of A Doubt (leaked)

119. Get Drunk (leaked)

120. BBM Baby

121. Be My Daddy

122. China Palace

123. Dance Money

124. Fine China

125. For Charlie

126. Living Legend

127. Morricone

128. Piano Theme

129. W

130. Yes To Heaven

131. Ridin’/My Bitch (feat. The Kickdrums & A$AP) (leaked)

132. Back To Tha Basics (leaked)

133. Because of You (leaked)

134. Coca Colla (= “Television Heaven” alternate version) (leaked)

135. Hangin’ Around (leaked)

136. In The Sun (leaked)

137. Joshy & I (leaked)

138. Let My Hair Down (leaked)

139. Live Forever (leaked)

140. Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight (leaked)

141. Methamphetamines (leaked)

142. On Our Way (leaked)

143. Stoplight De-lite (leaked)

144. Trash (leaked)

145. Wayamaya (leaked)

146. You & Me (leaked)

147. Your Band Is All The Rage (leaked)

148. The good life (leaked)

149. Zodiac (snippet leaked)

150. Ave Maria

151. Pink Champagne (leaked)

152. Fine china (leaked)

153. Dragonslayer (leaked)

154. Poetry in motion (leaked)

155. There’s nothing to be sorry about

156. All for you

157. Unidentified flying bill

158. Smile

159. California

160. In wendy

161. More mountains

162. When i’m with you

163. French restaurant (leaked)

164. Coconut & key lime pie

165. Sweetheart

166. Roses bloom for you (leaked)

167. I must be stupid for being so happy

168. Earthquakes

169. Star lux

170. Eat for free

171. Wait

172. Crazy for you

173. Blizzard

albums

Lana Del Ray (Steven Mertens recordings)

Tracklist: unknown

Lizzy Grant and the Phenomena (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Disco

2. For K Part 2 (Demo)

Sparkle Jump Rope Queen (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Axl Rose Husband

2. Elvis

3. Blue Ribbon (= “Gramma”)

The Money Hunny Recordings (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Money Hunny

2. A Star For Nick

3. Rehab (“For K Part 2″ Demo)

4. Pawn Shop Blues (Demo)

May Jailer – Sirens (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Sirens (Titled as “For K”)

2. Next to Me

3. A Star for Nick

4. My Momma

5. Bad Disease

6. Out with a Bang

7. Westbound

8. Try Tonight

9. All You Need

10. I’m Indebited to You

11. Pretty Baby (Or “For K”)

12. Aviation

13. Find My Own Way

14. Pride

15. Birds of A Feather

Lana del Ray AKA Lizzy Grant

Tracklist:

1. Kill Kill

2. Queen of the gas station

3. Oh say can you see

4. Gramma (Blue Ribbon Sparkler Trailer Heaven)

5. For K Pt. 2

6. Jump

7. Mermaid Motel

8. Raise me up (Mississippi south)

9. Pawn shop blues

10. Brite lites

11. Put me in a movie

12. Smarty

13. Yayo

demos

1. Born To Die (2 different versions) (leaked)

2. Blue Jeans (leaked)

3. Video Games (leaked)

4. Diet Mountain Dew (3 different versions, also known as Diet Mnt Dew) (leaked)

5. National Anthem (2 different versions) (leaked)

6. Dark Paradise (2 different versions, one with other lyrics) (leaked)

7. Radio (leaked)

8. Carmen (2 different versions, one of them is acapella with other lyrics) (leaked)

9. Million Dollar Man (leaked)

10. This Is What Makes Us Girls (2 different versions) (leaked)

11. Without You (2 different versions, one with other lyrics) (leaked)

12. Lolita (4 different versions, also known as Hey Lolita Hey or Lolyta) (leaked)

13. Lucky Ones (leaked)

14. Driving in Cars with Boys (leaked)

15. Hundred Dollar Bill (leaked)

16. Heavy Hitter (leaked)

17. Yayo (leaked)

18. Trash Magic (leaked)

19. Ghetto Baby (Demo for Cheryl Cole) (leaked)

20. White Pontiac Heaven (= “Axl Rose Husband” alternate version) (leaked)

21. Summertime Sadness (leaked)

22. Young & Beautiful (leaked)

23. Jump (leaked)

24. Put Me In A Movie (leaked)

25. Brite Lites (leaked)

26. Unfixable (Demo for Shades of cool) (leaked)

27. Miss America (demo 1 and 2)

28. Beautiful people beautiful problems (leaked)

29. Freak (leaked)

30. Thunder (leaked)

other songs – live/covers/collaborations

1. The End of the World (Skeeter Davies Cover)

2. Iron (with Woodkid) released

3. Chet Baker (with Mando Diao) released

4. Gloria (with Mando Diao) released

5. The Happiest Girl In The Whole U.S.A. (Donna Fargo Cover)

6. Ten Dollar Ring (with Bryan Dunn)

7. Goodbye Kiss (Kasabian Cover)

8. Heart-Shaped Box (Nirvana Cover)

9. Blue Velvet (Bobby Vinton Cover – for H&M) released

10. Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Leonard Cohen Cover)

11. Summer Wine (Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra Cover)

12. Spender (feat. Smiler) released

13. Dayglo Reflection (feat. Bobby Womack) released

14. Cry Me A River (Various)

15. I Love Paris (Ella Fitzgerald Cover)

16. Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door (Bob Dylan Cover)

17. Roadhouse Blues (The Doors Cover)

18. Why Don’t You Do Right? (Peggy Lee Cover)

19. Wonderwall (Oasis Cover)

20. Some Things Last A Long Time (Daniel Johnston Cover) released

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

i'm expecting a tiktok exodus since this seems to be the bomb shelter of the internet. have another update/repost. NOW WITH HIGHLIGHTED MAJOR HOLIDAYS!

IT JUST HAPPENS

DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Thursday the 20th

The Fifth of Wednesday

Second Week of May: Eurovision

Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating

Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif

First Monday In September: Todaybor Day Is Labor Day

WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)

Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays

Every Tuesday: Tuck Him In Tuesday

Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes

Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday

Every Friday: Thank Gnome It's Friday

Every Saturday: Caturday

Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday

YEARLY EVENTS

January 1: Copyright Expiration Day

January 2: New Years, New Tears

January 8: Spiders Georg Day

January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day

January 18: Bug Race

January 29: Threshold Day

All of February: Funguary

ALSO All of February: Femslash February

February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE

February 8: King Taejong Fell Off His Horse

February 13: Galentines Day

February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day

February 15: Annoy Squidward Day

February 18: Perserverance Rover's Birthday

March 9: Miku Day

March 10: Mario Day

March 14: Pi Day

March 15: Ides of March

March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today

April 1: Mishapocalypse

ALSO April 1: Staff Does Something Fun On The Dashboard

April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary

April 3: Dannypocalypse

April 5: First Contact Day

April 8: Rex Manning Day

ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD

April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes

ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day

April 19: Some Roman Made Bread Today

April 20: haha 420 blaze it

April 24: Josh Fight

April 25: The Perfect Date

April 28: Ed Balls Day

April 29: 94 Meetings Day

April 30: It's Gonna Be May

All of May: Mermay

May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily

May 4: May the 4th Be With You

May 5: Revenge of the Fifth

May 6: Revenge Of The Sixth

May 7: World Language Day

May 25: The Glorious 25th of May

ALSO May 25: Towel Day

All of June: Pride Month

ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

June 5: Barricade Day

ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD

June 12: Another Homestuck Day

June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck

June 22: Summerween

June 23: FUCK This Post And Happy Birthday Sonic

All of July: Disability Pride Month

July 11-13: Dashcon Anniversary

July 20: Moon Landing

August 5: Curiosity Rover's Birthday

August 30: Frankenstein Day

September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her

September 11: Mole Interest Monday

September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-

All of October: SKELETON WAR

ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)

October 3: Mean Girls Day

ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day

October 13: Treat Yo' Self

October 18: None Pizza Left Beef

October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day

October 25: Homestuck Day The Third??

October 31: HALLOWEEN

November 5: Destiel Nevada Putin Elec'tion Covid Way

ALSO November 5: Doc Brown Invents Time Travel

November 19: Goncharov

November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD

All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?

ALSO All of December: WHY WEREN'T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE

ALSO All of December: Season's Greason's

December 4: Deny Defend Depose Day

December 10: Please, It's Christmas

December 12: Hawaii Part 2

December 23: Christmas Adam

ALSO December 23: Festivus

December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS

ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day

December 25: happy chrismum

December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today

[iwashie]

Harleys in Hawaii

biker!sevika x biker!reader; strangers; one night stand; +18

Just imagine traveling around the world alone in your bike, and your destination now is Hawaii. Riding your bike around the region, feeling the gentle breeze in your body, the smell of nature everywhere, the sound of the ocean, and pacif life; that's the best feeling in the world.

You park in a bar, see another bike like yours, and nod in approval, getting off of your bike and entering the place. The smell of food, beer, smoke, and nature creating a strange and good mix of smell. The heads turns to you and you smiled at them, receiving smiles back and heads to the counter, putting your helmet along the other helmet next to a tall, sturdy woman smoking and probably the owner of that bike.

"Good bike of yours." You commented, eating your food and drinking; a small smiling appeared when she looked at you. Damn, what a fucking hot woman looking you up and down and smiling, thanking you. You made small talk with that woman, getting to know a little about her and shared the love for bikers.

The day passed in between laughter, stories, food, drinks, smokes and music; you sang a music, slowly dancing while looking at her, smiling and playing your cards, knowing that her grey eyes were glued on you.

You could feel she was into just as you was into her, tiptoeing around each other during the day, flashing those looks and smiles, getting closer and closer to you, sharing her cigarette with you while you touched your knee onto hers.

The purple and pinky in the sky painted the most beautiful scenario along the green nature and ocean while you descended the stairs, almost tripping. Sevika followed right behind you, grabbing your waist to hold and put your back on your feet.

"Not surviving the ride back like this, doll." Her hands still in you hips and you giggled, sliding your hands up to her shoulders. Oh god, she was so tall, muscular and hot.

"Too high for that, vika... Why don't you give me a ride to the hotel?" You said, playing your cards and listened to her laugh. "And how are you paying me after?" She asked and you were too invested in her to notice that you were approaching her lips, and she was letting you do so. "However you like, Sevika."

"We're seeing when we get there, doll." She said, and after you secured your bike with the owner of the bar, you two left the place on her bike.

You rested your head on her broad back, your hands wrapped tightly around her waist, feeling the cold wind and the smell of her perfume mixed with cigarettes as the landscape passed by in a colorful blur until you arrived at the hotel.

She dropped you at your door with a firm hand on your waist and before you could speak she left to her room, leaving you biting your lower lip and thinking about her.

The next morning you were up early, getting back your bike and seizing the opportunity to swim. When you came back from the water you saw a tall figure near your bike, smoke covering the person face from afar, but you knew it was Sevika.

"You didn't let me thank you the proper way for yesterday night." You shouted as you approached and shivered at her eyes roaming your wet body, eyes lingering on your breasts and back to yours eyes. You stopped a few centimeters from her, looking up at those grey eyes and smiled. "Let me pay you, Sevika."

She let out the smoke, taking too long to respond, her eyes going to the scenarios behind you and on your figure again. "There's nothing I want from you, doll."

You stepped forward, making her sit on your bike and open her thick legs to accommodate you between them. You licked your lip, her eyes following the movement and copying, making you laugh and take the cigarette from her hand, inhaling and exhaling the smoke out slowly. "But I want something from you, Sevika."

"What is it, doll?" You leaned closer, hands on her thighs, going up and down in a caress, face close to her, your puppy eyes and pouty mouth so closer to hers. "You know what I want, vika."

There were a silent for a moment but the intensity she looked at you, her eyes demanding you to take an action and her body language calling you in. The electricity shared between you two since the first day at the bar, you two slowly getting in touch.

She finished her cigarette and her right hand found it's way to your salt, tangled hair, her left hand grabbing your waist and pulling you in a kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed back, liking the way her lips fitted into yours, tongues in tune in the cigarette-tasting kiss while her hand roamed your body, squeezing your thigh and ass, pulling you onto her lap.

You didn't need to say, she was already pulling you riding pillion on your bike back to the hotel, hurried steps to her room in a messy make-out session in the hall. Your upper clothes were off your body as soon as the door closed on its way, and her hands were all over your body.

You fell sitting on the bed, hands going after her clothes, taking her coat and tank top in a hurry, sliding your hands down her torso while your lips marked where you reached. She grabbed your wrist when you opened her pants and threw you back on the bed, crawling over to you, pining you down.

"I'm getting my payment the way I like, doll." She skirted her thumb over your lips, and you nodded, licking the tip of her fingers as you caressed her thick thighs.

You grabbed her hair and body as she peppered your body with open mouth kisses, licking and sucking on your boobs at her liking, feeling your shiver and sigh.

"Vikaaa!" You hang your head back when she scratched your pussy over the fabric on purpose while getting down, kissing and biting your skin. She huffed a laughter on your pelvic, sliding your shorts and underwear off of your legs, raising her hands to your thighs, kneading the flesh and open them. "This wet already, doll."

She laughed when you grumbled and kissed your inner thigh before diving in your pussy, her flat tongue licking from bottom to top, giving a light kiss to your clit; you trembled from head to toes, hands grabbing the sheets, and when she opened your folds with her fingers, licking and sucking hard every part of your pussy, nose buried in your clit, tongue up and down, swirling, in and out of you, you cried her name, holding her head in place with trembling hands, your legs shaking so much as she devoured you so well.

"Vika.. Ngh! Oh, fuckk, vikaa!" You felt your orgasm coming, your whole body trembling, eyes shut and mouth opened, shouting her name in pure bliss. You arched your back, choking on a moan whe she thrusted two fingers inside your pussy and curled them up, hitting the right spot to make you squirt on her. "Vikaa!"

You were melting on the sheets and she had barely begun with you. She crawled up and kissed you hard, gripping your boobs and waist, pulling you on her thighs, her hands caressing your back and ass as you humped her thighs, too horny for that woman.

Sevika touched, stated, kissed and molded your body with care, attention and passion, having you wrapped around her fingers, making you see stars and call her name aloud when cumming so much, staining the sheets.

You two spent the day inside her room, enjoying the day together, having some food and shared smoke in between kisses, touches and conversation, too exhausted and fucked up too have more sex.

When the night come, after a long, hot shower you two went to beach, strolling around and appreciating the steamy night to get into the water. You threw some water at her and backed away with a squeal when she kicked more water at you, both of you laughing and happy with the moment.

You two had dinner at a local restaurant, you insisted on paying both meals, but she shushed you with a look and go back to the hotel with you saying you couldn't feel your legs, making her laugh and hold you by your hips.

She kissed you at your door, lingering while putting a lock of your hair behind your ear with one hand and the other on your back. She didn't say goodnight, she just walked over to her door and before she opened it, you pulled her into your room.

The next morning, you wake up all sore and feeling crushed by a heavy weight, glancing to your side and seeing Sevika sound asleep, one arm threw over your waist. You smiled, turning to her and appreciated that moment, knowing that it was your last day in Hawaii.

You didn't say goodbye neither she. She just accompanied you to the airport, helped with your stuff, and waited for you to take action. You stepped closer, hands os her face as she smoked, and you leaned in to shotgun kiss her, your tongue sliding past her parted lips in a last kiss, receiving a hard squeeze on your ass and walked over to the airport door.

Sevika got out of the place with a loud engine honking, and you smiled openly, wishing to find that woman again somewhere.

@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[burnforyou]

JULIUS CAESAR - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! based off of calpurnia’s omen. hurt/comfort, luigi comforts reader after a bad dream. just fluff, short.

an arm reached across the bed and flicked the bedside table lamp on, illuminating two bodies on a bed:

one thrashing and whimpering, crying out for the other.

the other scrambling, trying to awaken the other.

“no, no!” you cried out, pushing past people in the court room. others stood up and shouted with you. the judges gavel failed to silence anyone.

“y/n,” luigi looked back at you, tears welling up in his eyes. he had so much pain on his face. you reached your arm out to him, trying to touch him one last time. trying to feel the love of your life one last time.

a thousand memories flashed before you:

your first kiss after your second date. he was so nervous, his hands nearly shaking as he held you.

your first trip to hawaii together, when he showed you where he used to live. he brought you to his favorite beach, one that tourists don’t know about. it was just you two and the setting sun there when he told you he loved you.

crying laughing in bed with him about absolutely nothing, you’re both just delirious and tired and so in love everything’s funny.

“y/n, wake up,” his voice rings in your head.

dancing in the kitchen under the refrigerator light.

when he surprised you with a promise ring on your birthday, engraved with your names.

your weekly date nights he plans each time, trying out new restaurants and fun places weekly.

simply him being there for you when it felt like nobody else was. him understanding you and you understanding him on a deep level you cannot achieve ever again.

a cops arm caught you before you could touch him, pushing you back so you hit the ground with a thud.

you sat up with a gasp, eyes desperately searching the dark room. your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but nothing was there. just your plain bedsheet.

“y/n,” luigi brought you into him, burrowing your head into his warm chest. his arms captured you completely, protecting you from the rest of the world.

"lu," you sobbed, choking on your tears. your tears wet his chest.

“it’s just a dream,” he said softly, warm hands rubbing your back. “i’ve got you.”

you crane your neck to look up at him. the lamp illuminates his face lightly, his features glowing a pretty orange. he presses a soft, comforting kiss to your forehead.

you grip onto his back, needing him impossibly closer.

"I'm here.” he begins rocking you back and forth. your sobs subside.

"you cant go.” you whisper, holding onto him like he’s leaving you now. you lay the side of your head on his chest so you can still look up at him, just making sure he’s still there. he holds your head like you would hold a baby.

"im not going anywhere."

"you cant go to New York," another tear falls when you remember what happened to him. your can’t handle losing him.

"why baby?"

he furrows his eyebrows, confusion filling him.

"my dream, I saw it! you got framed for a huge crime- a murder! and you went to jail forever and they said- they-“ you stuttered, struggling to get the words out.

“come on.”

“they said they were going to do the death penalty.”

luigi’s breath stutters and he holds you tighter against him. you listen to his heartbeat, ba-dump, ba-dump, finding comfort in hearing his alive body on your own.

“it’s just a dream, it’s not real baby.”

“I never got to see you again," you start sobbing again, filling your bedroom with your hiccups and sniffling.

"shh, baby. it's just a bad dream."

he strokes your messy hair.

"no luigi, you cant go."

“i won’t go to New York, alright?” he raises his eyebrows down at you.

you nod frantically.

“you cant.”

“i won’t.” he stroked your tear-stained face with his calloused hand.

"you promise?"

"promise."

“i love you,” he lays back slowly, bringing you back down on the cold pillows with him. your eyes fall shut and darkness takes over once again.

“sleep now baby, i’m here.”

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[dorabellingham]

Honeymoon

warning: smut; +18

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you have your first time only after marriage

request: yes

may contain spelling and translation errors!

After a charming ceremony and a reception surrounded by friends and family, Jude and you finally embark on your honeymoon in Hawaii. The trip was long, but full of laughter and anticipation, each moment together feels like a new promise of the future that awaits you.

When you arrive on the island, you are greeted by a clear sky, palm trees dancing in the wind, and the soft smell of the ocean all around you. The hotel where you will be staying is a private retreat, with a stunning view of the sea and the relaxing sound of the waves breaking on the beach.

—Jude, this is so beautiful.

You murmured in ecstasy as you gazed at the crystal clear sea.

—It’s up to you, babe!

He spoke in a joking tone, but you could feel the hint of seriousness in his words. The boy was focused on getting the access card to the room’s door, but at times, you could feel his gaze burning into your flesh.

As you enter the room, decorated with exotic flowers and soft lights, you feel your heart race. The reality of being officially married, alone and at the beginning of a new phase brought out a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You were a virgin and Jude knew it very well. By a choice you made as a teenager, you had decided to wait until the day a golden ring slipped on your left ring finger. You just didn't expect that day to come so quickly. Jude noticed this and, with a welcoming smile, took your hand. He gently pulled you to the terrace, where a cool breeze enveloped you. The day was warm, the sun shining mercilessly over the hawaiian territory. You remained silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company, the sea in the background and the tranquility that surrounded you.

—Are you okay, babe? —He asked, his voice low and soft. With a shy smile, you nodded, but he noticed the slight tremor in your hands. He laughed, but not in a teasing way, it was a warm laugh, of someone who understands what you feel and wants to comfort you. —Hey, it's just us here. You don't need to be afraid or in a hurry for anything.

He whispered, pulling you into a hug, where you felt the comfort of his touch, the warmth and support.

—I want to be yours. —You began, your voice trembling and low. —I want you to make me yours, Jude. To make me see our love with different eyes, to make me feel a touch, a shiver, a different desire for everything we have. I want our love to not be as pure as they say, I want it to be made of everything we have the right to, and today, I feel ready for you to make me yours. To touch me, feel me, explore me in every way you want.

His eyes widened in surprise, it wasn't like it was a surprise to know that they would have their first time there, but your words, the way your hand brushed his forearm, messed with his head much more than he could have expected. He wanted you, he dreamed about it whenever he could or whenever his thoughts allowed him to, but having you there, telling him that his deepest desires could come true, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Not only for giving yourself to him, but for the trust he had.

—I can make you mine, Y/n. Just like I want to become yours, body and soul.

—Then do it, darling.

The connection between you was palpable, and little by little, you felt your nervousness diminish, replaced by a feeling of peace and security. Jude kissed you softly, a slow, unhurried kiss, as if each second had its own meaning.

When they returned to the room, he still maintained that care. Every gesture Bellingham made was attentive, and he made sure to make you feel at ease, respecting your pace and making sure you felt safe and loved. He laid you down on the bed, skillfully unbuttoning your satin shirt. You watched his hands working, and wondered if you would get to know the famous paradise that night.

—Can I take it off, sweetheart?

He asked sweetly, trailing kisses from your mouth, down your neck to the collar of your shirt, which made a shiver run down your skin.

You just whispered something that resembled a 'yes', but it was a little incoherent. The warmth of his hands, the wet kisses covering your skin and the small hickeys he left on your already bare skin. Jude took off your blouse, followed by your bra, which practically gave up holding onto the clasps as soon as he touched you. There you were, exposed from the waist up, with Bellingham staring at you as if you were the most beautiful monument in the entire world.

—Jude Victor, stop staring me like that! —You laughed as you spoke, you weren't as nervous as you expected, just embarrassed to show yourself like that. —I'm going to get shy like this, be more discreet. I'm going to get shy like this, be more discreet.

—I want you to call me Jude Victor later, when the words barely form in your mouth, when you're completely mine, huh?

He said as his right hand vaguely played with the tip of your breast, he stared at it with great desire, as if he had been waiting for this his whole life. And when a small moan came out of your mouth it was as if the whole world exploded before his eyes. That moment had really arrived.

Your hands tried to take the shirt off his body, but you were so immersed in the sensation his mouth was giving you that it felt like an impossible mission. Jude quickly unbuttoned the denim shorts he was wearing with his free hand, and there you were sure that the moment would come true, that it would be his.

—Honey, let’s get on with it...

You asked eagerly, the feeling of pressure between your legs was new and torturous. You wanted your husband there in the middle, you wanted him to solve the problem.

—But is it already like this, Y/n? —He laughed as he slid your panties down your leg. —I want you to enjoy everything, I want you to relax and not be afraid of this, but you want to rush everything... Do you want me that much?

—I do, Jude... I want you so much.

He looked you up and down, arranged your legs on either side of his body and settled himself, his broad shoulders preventing any attempt to close your legs when he was doing what he wanted. You felt exposed, but in a good way, with the man you loved, and who loved you back, making you feel cared for and even with all his size, Bellingham seemed the most careful person at that moment, almost vulnerable.

—Let me know if at any time you don't like something or if I hurt you. I don't want that to happen, so I'll be very careful. —He placed a chaste kiss on your intimacy, which drew a surprised moan from you. —I want to make this night unforgettable, babe.

His fingers soon entered the wet area and you could hear the sound of things happening, you didn't know what to feel, there were no words for that moment, it was just you and Jude. Just a husband and a wife giving yourselves completely to each other.

A slow "fuck" came out of your mouth and Jude felt that you were enjoying it as soon as your hands sought his hair, he smiled and leaned over you, putting his mouth on the most sensitive area, at that moment, you felt his warm tongue exploring everything, and there, you knew you had discovered paradise.

Everything in him worked in tune, his fingers going in and out of you as if he knew exactly the right moment, his tongue and the little giggles he gave as you moaned for him, with his name or just begging for more contact.

Heat began to rise through your body, a strange tingling appeared at the bottom of your belly and your vision slightly blurred, you felt Jude, you felt him too much at that moment. Gathering the strength to speak, you announced what he wanted to hear most at that moment.

—I'm going to......I'm going to cum, Jude....

Your back arched on the soft bed at that very moment and you felt the man pull away from between your legs, his face slightly damp and a naughty smile on his face.

—You're delicious, sweetheart.

[grogwrites]

The Sound of Sunshine - L.N. 4

Part One • Navigation

Summary: Lando vacations in Hawaii for the first time over the winter break, where he meets a carefree surfer who turns his world upside down

Pairing: Lando Norris x Female OC

CW: alcohol consumption and some swearing

A/N: yayyyy it’s here! Idk how many parts this will have so we’re all just here for the ride heheh. As usual, I do not utilize YN, so OC is a named character xx 🌞 this series DOES have a playlist I put together—it is linked below 💛 Divider is by @enchanthings-a

Word Count: 2.2k

* DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

Lando’s POV

He was probably on his fourth piña colada as he drunkenly sprawled out on the beach once more. Fresh off the Constructor’s Championship win, and Lando felt phenomenal. Taking a solo trip had been on his bucket list for a while, so he figured there was no better time to take it than after securing the historical title for McLaren. After all, he deserved it.

The familiar taste of pineapple and coconut burned down his throat blissfully. His sunglass hung low on his nose, as he enjoyed the relatively quiet beach. Hawaii had been wonderfully welcoming for his first two days—the girls on the beach were definitely a contributing factor. His eyes grazed through every bikini-clad body in the vicinity until his eyes landed on her. He sat up a bit straighter, even going as far as to take off his sunglasses to get a better view. He had to be sure he was seeing things correctly, because she was gorgeous.

Her dirty blonde hair was braided back into a ponytail, with a few colorful beads woven into some strands of the hair. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she stood next to a light blue surfboard that was painted with various little drawings and illustrations. Each drawing was a bit eccentric. There were some two-headed giraffes, some weird blob things, fruit with eyes…weirdly enough, Lando found the art style creative (despite how utterly trippy it was). She wore a blue surf suit that correlated with her board. Her hands were on her hips as she stared out to the ocean, seemingly lost in thought.

Maybe it was in the way she held herself, or perhaps it was the over abundance of rum circulating through his system, but she radiated sunshine. If the color yellow was personified, it would be the mystery girl that Lando was admiring from afar. He watched as she picked up the board, then treaded into the water. She moved with such precision and grace, it was almost like a dance. Each step, each little movement, was calculated and thoughtful. He brought his knees upwards, then leaned against them, watching as she sat on the board.

Lando didn’t know anything about surfing. He saw the movie Soul Surfer once and it was basically enough to deter him for good. Shark attacks? No thanks. But as a large wave came her way, he watched as she fearlessly stood on her board. It was fascinating to watch in person, as she effortlessly rode the wave with no issues in the slightest. Lando didn’t even realize his drink was gone again until he was met with the horrible bits of pineapple at the bottom of the glass. He grimaced at the texture as he set it beside him. He watched the girl swim back to shore with her board, before she started cheering, and running over to her friends.

Lando didn’t even notice she was here with other people, though his head was so foggy from the alcohol that he didn’t think he’d notice anybody else on the beach if they weren’t her. Despite the overwhelming tunnel vision he had from the rum, she was still brighter than the sun in his eyes. He wanted to go talk to her—he desperately wanted to; but he knew that if he were to go over there in his current state, it wouldn’t end well. He couldn’t talk to someone as beautiful as her while he was this far gone. It’d be way too hard of a hit on his ego; it’s not a risk he’s willing to take.

Then, she looked over at him.

Lando’s whole world seemingly stopped. The small action could’ve sobered him up instantaneously; it was like a bolt of lightning straight through his heart. Then, she smiled. Maybe it was the fact that he was drunk and dehydrated, but he decided to write his sudden dizziness up to love at first sight…but then again, he’d always been a hopeless romantic when he’s wasted. And right now? He was definitely wasted. As he drabbled himself through a lecture on drinking too much, he hoisted himself to his feet. He grabbed his towel off of the sand, then shook it out.

“You, uh, look like you had too much fun.”

Lando turned, and thought for a moment he was going to throw up. Part from the rum, and part from the fact that she was right next to him now. She folded her arms across her chest, with a playful smirk on her lips.

“Huh?” He choked out as his face immediately flushed in embarrassment. He watched as she bent over, picking up his empty glass from the sand. She brought it up to her nose, sniffing it lightly.

“Piña colada?” She laughed in amusement, meeting his gaze again. “You know, rum just makes me puke.”

“I, uh—“

“Did you forget words today, pretty boy?” She teased, with her tone light like a song. Lando was utterly hypnotized. Every slight movement she made, every word that fell from her lips—she was like a drug. He soaked in her presence like it was something he couldn’t live without. She extended her hand towards him confidently. “I’m Kailani, but everyone just calls me Kiki.”

“Lando,” was all he blurted as he took her hand in his. He probably held his breath for the entirety of their brief handshake, until he dropped it once more. “Sorry, I just, um, can’t think straight right now. That was my fourth one.” Kiki’s eyes widened as she looked at the empty glass, then back to him.

“Holy shit, Romeo,” her voice was laced with amusement. Lando was surprised at the sudden vulgarity in her speech. “I can barely get past two. You must have a high tolerance for alcohol.”

“I mean, I party a lot,” Lando drunkly shrugged. “Plus I sometimes get sprayed with champagne at work—if I win, anyways.”

“Is that, like, a sexual thing?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Who the hell gets champagne at work? What are you even winning?” His face was beet red almost instantly.

“Holy shit,” he buried his face in his hands. This was going horribly for him. “No, fuck. Sorry. I’m a Formula 1 driver? You know, the champagne celebrations on the podiums?” He looked back at her, but her expression was blank—like his explanation went right over her head.

“I’ll pretend like I know what that means,” she finally said, punctuating her sentence with a wink. “Soooo, you’re clearly not from Hawaii, given the accent.”

“Bristol,” Lando clarified, though the word barely came out in any sort of understandable fashion. “I was born in Bristol.” Kiki smiled.

“Hmm,” she hummed before holding out her arm. “You can barely stand up straight. Let me help you get back to wherever you’re staying.”

While Lando had enough shots at his dignity today, he definitely wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to put his arms around her—he’d be fucking stupid if he were to reject that offer. After all, she was the one who suggested it. It’d be rude to decline, truly. He gave her a lopsided smile before swinging his arm around her shoulders. She smelled like coconut sunscreen, which, just then, became Lando’s new favorite smell.

“You’re pretty,” he found himself slurring before any ounce of sober Lando could try to stop him. Kiki just laughed as they made their way along the beach, towards her surfboard. Her friends had seemingly disappeared, leaving it at just the two of them.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she stated. “Maybe when you’re sober again, we can grab a drink—non-alcoholic, of course. You’re cut off.” Lando raised his eyebrows, then looked down at her.

“Does that mean I get your number?” He asked, trying not to sound too giddy (and failing miserably). Kiki just smiled, but remained quiet. Lando groaned at her teasing, then looked ahead once more.

“Let’s see how long I last with drunk you first, Romeo,” she commented. Her arm left his back far sooner than he would’ve liked, sending an ache through his chest. His arm dropped down to his side as she picked the board up. “Where are you staying?” She faced him again, but Lando could barely process his thoughts. He was never a big fan of brown eyes, but perhaps brown could be his new favorite color, too—he was discovering an abundance of new favorites today, with her.

“The resort down the block,” he finally responded. Kiki whistled.

“That’s pricey,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him as she wrapped her arm around him once more. “Romeo’s got money.”

“I’m a celebrity, you know,” Lando bragged, though it wasn’t much to be impressed by in his drunken state of mind. “I can’t believe you don’t know what Formula 1 is.”

“I don’t have a TV,” Kiki explained simply as they began walking again towards the parking lot. Lando’s eyes narrowed. No TV? He guessed it wasn’t completely unheard of, but still, odd nonetheless.

“You could look me up on Instagram,” he proudly suggested. “I’ve got nine million followers.” Kiki stopped in front of an old, beaten up pickup truck. It was a horrible teal color with rust along the tire rims, and chipped paint on the doors. Lando looked down at her. “There’s no way this thing runs.” She tossed her surfboard in the bed of the truck before unlocking the passenger side door.

“Oh, she runs,” Kiki met Lando’s gaze with a mischievous smirk. She studied him intently, with her eyes grazing his body from head to toe. Lando cleared his throat as she opened his door. “And I don’t have a smartphone. So that cancels out your Instagram proof, Romeo.” Lando tentatively climbed into the truck as she shut the door behind him. No TV, no smartphone…what did she do for fun? Lando couldn’t really comprehend why someone would willingly go without those in their life—how did she keep up to date with anything?

“How do you call people?” He asked as she climbed into the drivers seat. The truck barely sputtered on as she put her keys in the ignition. She laughed before backing out of her parking spot.

“I have a phone,” she clarified, “just…not a smartphone.” He watched as Kiki reached down—rolling down her window with a small lever on her door. Despite his speechlessness at how off the grid she seemed to live, Lando couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his lips. It was refreshing, in a way.

“I couldn’t last twenty four hours without mine,” he admitted with a drunken laugh. “I’ve got people calling me constantly. Whether it’s about work or media appearances…it’s exhausting.” Kiki laughed along with him as she stuck her free arm out of the window while she drove. She leaned her head back against the seat, sighing.

“God, I couldn’t imagine,” she stated. Lando rolled down his window, then watched as they drove down the streets of Honolulu. “The only time work calls me is if the school is closed for inclement weather.”

“School?” He repeated. “You work at a school?”

“Elementary music,” she clarified. “We’re working on our Christmas program right now.”

The truck began to slow as she entered the parking lot of the resort. It was about as busy as it was when Lando first left it over five hours ago. He subconsciously let out a long sigh, dreading going inside. While taking a solo trip was nice, there were too many people at the hotel who seemed to recognize him. Plus, getting out meant leaving Kiki—he didn’t exactly want to do that just yet. He turned his head to find her already staring at him, which prompted another crooked grin from him.

“A music teacher,” he cooed. “A surfer and a music teacher? Weirdly fitting.”

“Do you need help getting inside?” Kiki questioned as she shifted the vehicle into ‘park’. Lando lazily shook his head.

“Nah, they’ll spread rumors,” he murmured disappointedly. “I can see the article now: Lando Norris spotted with an absolute babe—“

“Oh god,” she laughed. She pushed a few loose strands of her damp hair behind her ears. “Then I guess I better give you my number so I know when you make it to your room safely.” Lando eagerly grabbed his phone from the pocket of his swim trunks.

“Well, of course,” he agreed while passing her the device. “For safety purposes.” Kiki took it from him, with her fingers gently brushing against the back of his hand. He stared dreamily towards her, watching as she added in her contact information. When she passed it back to him, Lando felt like a kid on Christmas.

“I cross my heart that I will let you know when I’m in my room,” he said as he put his phone back in his pocket. He opened the door, then hopped out of the truck.

“Oh,” she clicked her tongue in disapproval, “sorry. I only deal in pinky promises.” She held her pinky out to him. Lando rolled his eyes, but accepted the gesture anyways.

“I pinky promise, then,” he hummed. “Drive safe, Juliet.”

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[punksyeet]

- Baecation ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) heads to Hawaii with her best friend for a celebratory girls trip, completely unaware that she’d meet the man of her dreams.

Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!

"May I have a piña colada please?" I ask the bartender, leaning against the tiki bar counter.

This man is drop dead gorgeous.

I'm talking thick curls, a gorgeous body with a v-line that's barely covered by his cargo shorts, and tattooed skin that's the perfect shade of caramel.

"Of course beautiful," he replies, and automatically gets to work on my drink.

I smile sweetly and turn to my best friend Trinity, that's stood next to me with my jaw dropped.

She playfully whacks my arm and covers her mouth to hide her giggles.

"There you are love," the man replies, sliding over my drink.

"Thank you so much," I reply smiling again, and slip him a $5 bill.

He takes my hand and stops it from sliding the rest of the way towards him.

"You're all taken care of," he exclaims. "A lady as beautiful as you should never pay the bill."

My cheeks immediately turn hot and I just know I look identical to a tomato. "I-Are you sure? Thank you so much!"

He gives me a warm smile, before bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Anytime, beautiful. Now go enjoy your day."

I smile and thank him yet again, before walking off with Trin by my side.

On our walk back to the beach house, I take a sip of my drink.

"Ooo girl I think he put extra rum in this," I coo, doing a little dance. "I might have to let him put a ring on it."

Trin nearly chokes on her drink, bursting into laughter. "Girl that man was whipped for you! And who wouldn't be?!"

I dramatically pout my lips and pull her into a hug.

For a little context, Trin and I are both professional wrestlers.

A tag team to be exact.

The other night, we won our championships back from Alba Fyre and Ilsa Dawn.

And to celebrate, we booked a three day trip in Hawaii.

"What time does the ship arrive?" I ask, taking a seat on a lounge chair next to her.

"Around 4:15," she replies, picking up her phone and tapping on the lock screen to reveal the time. "So we have a good hour to kill."

I nod, taking another sip from my drink.

We decide to spend the first half our just relaxing and chatting, and the other heading back into the house and get ready for the day.

I end up picking a cute pastel green knit bikini, a matching hat, and my Burberry slides.

"BODYYYYY!" Trin squeals and claps her hands, hyping me up when I walk out of the bathroom.

I giggle, twirling and posing for her.

"Thank you boo!" I reply, giving her a warm hug.

She hugs back and kisses my cheek as we pull away.

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We’ve been on the ship for almost 2 hours - exploring the island from afar, taking cute pictures, trying incredible Hawaiian food, swimming, and jamming out to island music.

It's such a fun and quality-filled time with my best friend. <3

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," I say, as I get up from one of the deck lounge chairs. "Do you want anything?"

"I'll take whatever you're having," Trin replies, poking my side.

I giggle and nod. "Alrighty I'll be back in a sec."

I head downstairs to the bar area and my eyes widen at the sight I'm brought with.

The same gorgeous bartender from earlier looks up and immediately smiles once he sees me. "Hi again, gorgeous."

I smile back and sit down. "Hi. Are you following me or something?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "As much as it seems that way, nah. My cousin actually owns the ship, so I volunteered to bartend just for today."

I nod, and cross my arms over the counter. "How strange that we ran into each other twice the one day you're working here."

He shrugs. "It's a small world, babygirl. Anyway, what can I get you?"

I smile at the pet name. "Two dirty shirleys please. Preferably as strong as you made my piña this afternoon."

He smirks and winks at me before going to work on our drinks, and once finished, slides them both over to me.

I reach into my purse, before he stops me again. "Don't even think about it."

I playfully roll my eyes, smiling, while taking a sip of my drink.

"Thank you again," I reply, getting up.

"You're very welcome beautiful," he coos. "You know what I just realized? I never got your name."

I smile and hold out my hand. "I'm Gianna."

"Gianna," he repeats, taking and shaking it. "That's a gorgeous name. Fitting for a gorgeous lady."

I blush, smiling. "Thank you. And you are?"

"Oh my bad," he replies, chuckling. "I'm Joshua. You can call me Josh. Or Jey. Or really anything."

I giggle quietly. "Josh sounds perfect."

He smiles and strokes my hand with his thumb. "Listen, I don't mean to be too up front or a bother, but would you like to go out tonight? I know a couple awesome restaurants around here."

I smile, tilting my head. "Sure. And you're no bother, I promise."

He gives me a warm smile. "Perfect. I'll meet you on the beach at around 8?"

I nod, taking another sip of my drink, before entering my number into his phone. "That sounds perfect. I'll see you then."

He nods, kisses my hand, we say our goodbyes, and I walk off.

"Girl," I say, hurrying over to Trin. "You're gonna die."

"I know," she teases. "It's as hot as the pits of hell out here and I still don't have a drink in my hand."

"Oh shit," I reply, handing her the other glass. "Sorry."

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm just teasing, sis. Now spill."

I sit down on the chair next to her and set my glass down. "Remember the bartender from earlier?"

"The one that had the hots for you?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

I playfully shove her shoulder and she laughs. "He's working downstairs and...let's just say I have a date tonight."

Her eyes go wide before she squeals and pulls me into a hug. "Gi that's amazing! I told you!"

I giggle, hugging back. "I know! I'm so excited!"

"You really do deserve this sweetheart," she says, before taking a sip from her glass once we pull away. "It's been so long. I'm so happy for you."

I stick out my bottom lip and smile sweetly.

A couple years of ago, I was in a super toxic and abusive relationship with a former colleague named Carmelo Hayes.

To make a long story short, he was super egotistical, made me feel like shit almost every day of our relationship, and even put his hands on me once in a while when he didn't get what he wanted.

It was a super scary time, but Trin was by my side throughout and helped me build the confidence to end things with him.

My soulmate in best friend form. <3

"It really has," I reply. "But Josh is super respectful. He's already ten times the man that Carmelo ever was."

She smiles, taking another sip of her drink. "It really does look like he adores you already. These island men are something dangerous."

We share a laugh and enjoy the rest of our time on the ship together.

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It's now about three hours later - around 7:05 to be exact - and Trin is helping me get ready for my date.

"I'm thinking we curl your hair," she says, playing with my hair in the mirror. "And then tuck in these two front pieces."

I hold up my hands. "You're the master. Work your magic queen!"

She flicks her hair off her shoulder and we share a laugh before she gets to work.

"I love it," I squeal, once she finishes. "Thank you Trinny!"

Trin sets down her curling iron and gives me a quick hug from the back before heading out of the bathroom. "Anytime babes. Now get changed so I can see the full effect."

I give her a warm smile and nod before taking my dress off of its hanger.

We picked out a pretty baby blue mini dress that compliments my skin perfectly.

Once I'm done getting dressed, I step out of the bathroom and pose. "Ta-da!"

Trin looks up from her phone and automatically squeals, throwing it aside. "Oh. My. God. Sis you look GORGEOUS!"

I scream and giggle as she pulls me into the tightest hug. "Thank you bestie! I couldn't have done this without you!"

We rock back and forth for a bit before she plays with my hair and makes sure my dress looks perfect in the mirror.

"Alright girly you're all ready! Have the best time and call me if you need me!" she coos, hugging me.

I smile and hug back. "I will Trin. Thank you for everything."

We say our goodbyes and I'm off to the beach to meet the dreamiest man in the world.

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After a few minutes of walking on the beach, I see a figure standing against the bar counter.

As I get closer, I see that it’s Josh - dressed in a white loose polo shirt with the first 2 buttons opened and jeans.

"Hi gorgeous," he coos, reaching out his arm for a hug. "You look incredible."

I smile and gladly accept the hug, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, love. You do too.”

His hand rests on my back just above my ass.

"You ready to go?" he asks, pulling away and holding my hand. Our reservation is in a couple minutes."

I nod, smiling. "I'm super excited. All the Hawaiian food I've tried so far here has been incredible."

He gives me a warm smile and we head to the restaurant, making some more small talk on the way.

The date itself is amazing.

I ordered the most delicious loco moco - a rice and meat dish with gravy and egg, and Josh and I shared pretty much our life stories.

I could tell he was listening to my every word - which is something I'm not exactly used to, but I love about him.

Now, we've decided to take a walk on the shoreline.

"How'd you like the food?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Incredible as expected," I reply looking back at him, smiling. "But it gave me one hell of a food coma."

I rub my stomach with my free hand as he chuckles. "Yeah Hawaiian food is pretty filling. But I'm glad you enjoyed it."

I smile sweetly, until he stops walking and turns to me.

We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a bit, and of course, I'm blushing the entire time.

"You really are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my face and adjusting the flower by my ear, which he gave me earlier at dinner.

I blush, looking down smiling. "Thank you, Josh."

He gently lifts my chin and I'm met with his gorgeous face once again. "Don't be shy, love. Unlike that douche that you were telling me about at dinner, I'll take care of you. I promise."

I blush even harder, still smiling like an idiot.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"That depends," I reply. "Do you care if I kiss back?"

He chuckles and leans in, cupping my face and pressing our lips together.

I automatically kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls.

His hands travel to my waist, pulling me in closer, and deepening the kiss.

With every stroke, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

This man is perfect.

The perfect kisser anyway.

We slowly pull away and gently touch foreheads.

"You're incredible babygirl," he coos, taking both of my hands before kissing my left one.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reply, teasing him and smiling.

We share a laugh and our lips meet again - only for a peck this time - before we continue our walk, hand in hand.

Eventually, it gets pretty dark and he walks me home.

"I had the best time with you tonight," he says, turning to me once we get to the beach house.

I smile and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Me too Josh. Thank you for everything."

He smiles back and leans down, allowing our lips to connect once more.

After a couple strokes, he pulls away and kisses my cheek. "Have a good night."

"You too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

I watch him walk off before heading inside to reunite with Trin, who's sitting cross-legged on the bed, her lip dramatically stuck out, signaling that she heard everything.

The second I see her, I start laughing. “Trin, you’re like a raccoon.”

"You two are fucking ADORABLEEEE!" she squeals, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug.

I giggle and hug her back. "Thank you girl. He's truly amazing."

"You have to tell me everything!" she demands, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed.

"Okay so first..." I reply, and go on to tell her every little detail.

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My Lips are Sealed

Pairing: Jeno x reader Description: Your childhood was nothing short of amazing with twinbrother!Jaemin and bestfriend!Jeno. It was the three of you against the world, and all Jaemin asked was that you and Jeno not get involved with each other. It was a simple rule, but one that Jeno convinced you to give up on by the end of your senior year of high school. While you’re ready to navigate the extent of both your feelings, Jeno was ready to pretend that one shared kiss never existed, tearing apart your friendship in the process. Though, with college graduation came the famed trip to Hawaii the three of you had planned since childhood. Now it was just a matter of if four years of no contact between you and Jeno was something you could come back from. Content warnings: mentions of alcohol, a little bit of angst with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything. Word count: 12,825 :) A/n: I had wips started for other members before the idea of this existed but I can’t help myself from writing about Jeno. I hope you all are doing well - I’m rooting for you! Please enjoy, or don’t…I can’t tell you what to do. As always, feedback would be GREATLY appreciated :)

You were alone on the outskirts of the venue, already tired of getting stepped on by everyone jumping up and down, or worse, having to withstand watching all the couples dance to the slow songs. Prom night was not all that those movies chalked it up to be, not when you’re single, anyways. That being said, the theme was masquerade and you were currently walking through the garden, so you didn’t miss the opportunity to at least romanticize your night a little bit. 

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps behind you, and you turn from the rose bushes to lay eyes on a figure you knew all too well, a small smile coming onto your features as you meet his masked gaze. As soon as you turned around to face him, his movements grew clumsier, and he softly laughed over them as he spoke. “Hey there. I don’t mean to come on too strong but, you look beautiful.” His words were firm but you just raised an eyebrow and shook your head.

“Jeno, I know you know it’s me.” You reply with a dry laugh.

He looks back over his shoulder before turning towards you once more, confused. “Jeno? Who’s Jeno?” 

Your raised brow quickly furrows as you look at him. The masks adorning your faces in no way made either of you unrecognizable to each other when you’ve quite literally grown up together. You were sure that was Jeno, and you were sure he knew who you were under that mask, too. “What are you playing at?” You ask, any remaining patience for his games leaving your voice. To your surprise, Jeno’s shoulders dropped, and he looked around again to make sure no one else was nearby before moving closer to you. 

“You know Jaemin’s one rule for me?” He questions, and you swallow hard because of course you knew the rule your twin brother had set in place since you were five, but you couldn’t figure out why that was any bit relevant right now. 

“That you’re not allowed to get involved with me?” You answer hesitantly, and Jeno nods his head.

“Yeah, that one. It’s kind of a pain.” He says with a light laugh.

You drop your head to face the floor, all your courage escaping you as you acknowledge the one thing you’ve been pushing down for years. “...yeah.” You breathe out in agreement, and the corner of Jeno’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. 

He takes a step closer to you. “So, what if our masquerade outfits were just so good that we couldn’t recognize each other?” He asks in something close to a whisper. “That I didn’t know it was you?” He takes another step, you can feel his breath as you look back up to face him with wide eyes. “Could I kiss you then?” He finally gets out in a whisper, and your world starts slowing to a pause.

You had to be smart here. Your brother meant the world to you, having his trust meant the world to you, and all he ever asked for was that you and Jeno not get involved…well, he made it more of a demand on Jeno’s end. For over a decade, you abided by it with no mishaps, but it never changed the fact that your soul has been aching for Jeno all that time - that it still is. You didn’t know what to do. “Jeno…” You whisper back, all of your thoughts ending right there. Thankfully, he picks back up and, for better or worse, doesn’t know how to quit.

“What if it was just an honest mistake? He can’t get mad at us for that, can he?” He continues to dig at it, reaching for the answer he wanted in response to his twisted logic. His hand had already come up to cup your cheek, and you shift your gaze to make eye contact with him, trying to take back some dominance as opposed to turning into a puddle. Your wide, soft, helpless eyes were nothing in comparison to the longing you saw in his.

Jeno had regained all his confidence and composure long since he stumbled through calling you beautiful. Everything now was meticulous, completely controlled by Jeno, and you wonder how long he had been planning this. Since the theme was announced? All those months ago? You can’t imagine having missed his pining after you for that long, especially when you’ve been looking for a hidden meaning to his every action for years now, and yet, he stood in front of you now in seriousness - seriously looking as though he might die if you don’t let him kiss you. 

You move your gaze back down to his chest - anywhere that wasn’t his eyes as you respond as surely as you could. “If you’re going to kiss me, whoever you are, do it now.”

The only pause Jeno took in between your consent and him actually kissing you was to smile like a kid who just got told they were getting dessert for dinner. Then he leaned in and kissed you gently. It might have been the fact that you were in a long dress and he was in a suit, but it felt like you were in a fairytale - the world around you quieted, the stars shining down on the two of you as if the universe had been waiting for this moment. The kiss was soft and delicate, Jeno never pressing to deepen it. Instead, he held onto you as though you were fragile, like any harsh movement would break everything, make it all disappear, and he would die before letting that happen. 

When you break away, Jeno rests his forehead against yours, the two of you now caught up in soft smiles and laughter that you couldn’t be too obvious about. Though, almost immediately, they were calling for everyone to get together for the reveal of prom king and queen. You look up at Jeno through your eyelashes. “Should we go see if Jaemin’s won prom king?” 

Jeno nods his head against yours. “Yeah, he’ll be looking for us after, anyways.” He replies, though he makes no effort to move. Instead, he sneaks in about a thousand small pecks at your lips until you turn back into a giggling mess. 

“Okay, okay, stop!” You finally get out in between laughs, moving back from his figure to instead grab his hand and drag him with you towards the main floor of the venue. You typically weren’t one for holding hands, but now you’re sure it’s just because you’ve never held Jeno’s before. His fingers intertwined with your own like they finally found their home, and you know Jeno’s hand was the only one meant for yours. However, the second you meet back up with the big crowd facing the stage, you let his hand drop and he didn’t fight to keep them together, he couldn’t…you both knew that.

To no one’s surprise, Jaemin was crowned prom king. The entire crowd broke into cheers, but Jaemin just stood on stage and scanned the audience for you and Jeno, finally finding the two of you with a small smile on his lips to level out the brightest of smiles held in his eyes. You made eye contact with your brother and nodded softly before joining the rest of the crowd in clapping. Though in seconds, everyone’s attention was turned to the sky as fireworks were set off in celebration. With Jaemin still not off the stage, Jeno leaned down at his side so that his lips were by your ear, though his eyes stayed trained on the fireworks. “That’s what kissing you feels like.” He whispers, and your entire face heats up. You take your eyes off the fireworks to turn and look at him, giving him a playful shove.

“Shut up.” You say, but your words meant nothing amidst the smile on your face. Jeno just laughs, turning his attention back to the fireworks still going off. Though, he quietly grabbed your hand back in his, playing with your fingers as the rest of the fireworks kept everyone’s attention on the sky. 

That was the last remotely romantic moment you had with Jeno. 

Jaemin found you both after the fireworks ended, and the three of you hung around together for the rest of the night. You immediately hugged Jaemin once he made his way over to you. “Congrats on the win, king.” You say, and Jaemin just flashes you a proud smirk before leading you all away from the bigger crowds so you had space to actually breathe. 

The dance ended an hour later and you all filed into Jaemin’s car so he could drive home. “That was actually a pretty nice night, yeah?” He asks, taking a glance over at you in the passenger seat and back to Jeno through the rear view mirror. 

You nod your head in agreement as Jeno is the one to elaborate. “Yeah, my favorite part was the fireworks.” He responds cooly, but your face heats up. You had no clue if he was talking about the actual fireworks or the fireworks that he claims went off when you two kissed earlier that night, and you couldn’t risk turning around to look at him and figure it out in his gaze. 

Instead, you just duck your head, idly messing with your fingers as you add on softly. “Yeah, the fireworks were nice.” 

Jaemin stared over at you with a look in his eyes as though he were trying to figure you out. Being twins, it wasn’t really a surprise that he knew you sometimes better than you knew yourself, but it was instances like these where you wish he didn’t. Thankfully, if he found any deeper meaning to your words, he didn’t question it, instead just humming happily in agreement before going over his own favorite parts of the night. 

Jeno ended up sleeping over with the excuse that your post-prom movie night ran too long - you and Jaemin told him that he should’ve planned on sleeping over from the start. Regardless, the next morning, you and Jeno ended up being the first ones awake. You walk out of your bedroom to see him in the kitchen, leaning over the counter with a cup of coffee and idly scrolling on his phone. You smile at the sight of him in pajamas with messy hair, though you figure you looked about the same after just rolling out of bed.

“Hey.” You say, lightly enough to get his attention without risking waking up anyone else. His eyes snap onto your figure, a small smile coming onto his face as he begins to move.

“Hey, good morning. Do you want your coffee? I already made it - one cream, two sugars and all that.” He turns back to you with a smirk, a different mug in his hand now as his eyebrows raise in wait for your answer. He places his other hand around the actual mug to feel the temperature before nodding slightly. “It’s drinkable for you now.” He continues with a smile, sliding the mug over to where you’ve moved to stand on the other side of the counter. “Cause you know, you’re super scared of burning your tongue…even though the funny feeling goes away in like- a day.” He teases. “But anyways, I made it when I made mine so yours could cool down a bit until you got up.”

You duck your head, hiding a laugh. Jeno knew you a little too well sometimes, but you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t do the same in a reverse scenario - how he took his coffee was a fact far past memorized for you. “Thank you.” You say quietly, grabbing the mug from his hands and taking a sip with no hesitation. It was, in fact, your perfect cup of coffee. “How long have you been up?” You ask, and Jeno turns around to look at the clock on the microwave before doing math in his head.

“A little over thirty minutes. Your coffee hasn’t been waiting that long, I promise. It took me a while to convince myself to get out of bed.” He answers with a small laugh, and you flash your eyebrows in recognition as you take another sip. 

With you and Jeno hanging out practically every day, there wasn’t much small talk you could ever make - nothing to catch up on when you were there to actually experience all his stories in the first place. So, you turn your head towards the backyard windows, looking out as you try and build up the courage to say what was actually on your mind. “Are we gonna talk about it?” You ask quietly, still not brave enough to look Jeno in the face and see his reaction.

You figure that was probably for the best when he replies neutrally. “About what?” 

A stab to the heart was what that reply was, confusion coursing through your veins knowing he was the one begging to kiss you last night. You spent all these years helplessly pining after Jeno but he apparently kissed you just for fun - nothing that would matter the next morning, nothing to talk about. “Oh.” You say, trying your best not to sound hurt as you place your coffee back down on the counter. Without another word, you walk back upstairs to your room, passing by Jaemin who had just woken up. 

“Good morning.” He says with his typical smile, but you stay staring at your feet in front of you.

“Morning.” You reply quietly, sure your voice would crack with tears if you dared speak any louder. Jaemin furrows his brows at your behavior, but before he can question anything, you’re already back in your room and behind closed doors. So instead, he continues with his walk downstairs to find a distraught Jeno and your unfinished cup of coffee sitting on the counter. Jaemin just sighs as he moves to start making his own coffee, praying that whatever it was that had the two of you bothered would work itself out in no time. 

That never happened. 

You started avoiding Jeno after that morning, hiding in your room whenever he would come over or making sure you had plans to get you out of the house entirely; anything to make yourself scarce. It was a stupid way to spend your last summer before college - hiding from your best friend, but you couldn’t help the fact that any reminder of him now hurt. You had spent too long crushing on Jeno just for him to string you along with one kiss and then pretend nothing happened. Truthfully, you would have rather him rejected you outright instead of ghosting over the subject and leaving you without closure. 

After the first week of you blatantly avoiding Jeno, he too stopped trying to reach out - wouldn’t ask where you were headed as you left through the front door, wouldn’t knock on your bedroom door and ask if you wanted what Jaemin and himself just made for dinner, wouldn’t text and ask how your day went, wouldn’t say ‘hi’ in passing…all that was left of your relationship was the fact that he never left your mind and the way he would still stare after you with an unreadable expression whenever you walked away from him.

Jaemin let it go in the beginning, but soon enough he couldn’t bear the tension, nor the fact that now on any given day, he had to choose between hanging out with you or Jeno, when it used to be the three of you against the world. It was mid-summer when the two of you had gone out for ice cream one day. The entire outing was as normal as ever, but as Jaemin pulled in front of your house to park, he didn’t turn the car off right away. You look over at him in question as you unbuckle your seatbelt, but he just sighs.

“I know there’s something going on between you and Jeno,” he starts, and you sink back into your own seat. “But I also know you, so there’s no point in trying to figure out what happened because you’ll never tell me. But I just- are you okay?” He finishes, swinging his gaze over to you with a hint of worry in his eyes. 

You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, instead just shaking your head and trying to make sure it shakes back your tears as well. “I don’t know.” You answer hoarsely. Nothing has felt normal since you and Jeno stopped talking, but the idea of facing him now filled you with anxiety. Jaemin leaned over to wrap you in an awkward hug and you finally let some tears fall in his embrace. 

“Please just tell me Jeno isn’t the reason you’re going to a different university.” He says in a near whisper, and more things in your brain start to click. Before going to NCIT together was ever a plan between you, Jeno, and Jaemin, it was a plan between you and Jaemin. Choosing at the last minute to instead enroll elsewhere probably hurt Jaemin a lot more than he let on when you made the decision last month. Thankfully, you can at least reassure him that you weren’t letting a boy control your life…sort of. 

“He’s not. You know this one has a better program for what I want to do anyways. Sure, the situation with Jeno didn’t necessarily help in convincing me to stick with our original plan, but maybe some actual time away from each other will help mend things.” 

Jaemin breaks from the hug to resume a normal sitting position in his car, his hands idly fiddling with each other. “I’m sorry you two aren’t close anymore. I know- I know he meant a lot to you.” 

You shake your head, using your palm to wipe away any remnants of tears as you reply. “Just the normal amount.” Your words come out weak, as though the lie could hardly care to exist in the first place. You swallow back the awkwardness that came with your words, wondering how well your brother was able to read you today. Though, dwelling on it wouldn’t do any good, so instead you turn to face Jaemin with intent, a few traces of guilt hidden within your features if you look hard enough. “I’m sorry you have to be caught in the middle of it.” You say, and Jaemin lets out a light sigh that you think was meant to be laughter.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve navigated it for half the summer already.” He says with a teasing smirk that finally gets the atmosphere to lighten. “Besides, some time apart will mend everything and we’ll be all good to go for our graduation trip, yeah?” 

Despite yourself, a small smile comes onto your face. The three of you had been planning to spend a week in Hawaii after college graduation for almost as long as you could remember, and if there was one thing you weren’t going back on, it was a trip to Hawaii. “Yeah, that graduation trip stays as planned no matter what.” You reply, turning to face him so he could see your smile again. Jaemin nodded lightly, finally turning the car off as the two of you get out and head for the door. 

Fast forward four years and time did not mend things, but your graduation trip stayed as planned. Neither you nor Jeno ever attempted to reach back out during college, but neither you nor Jeno had it in you to bow out of the graduation trip or even slightly alter the plans. So, when Jeno joined the two of you outside, loading Jaemin’s car with luggage, he sent a small ‘hi’ your way. You just nod in response. There was no way the two of you could go the entire trip without talking, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you were ready to act as though the last four years of radio silence didn’t happen. In fact, pretending things didn’t happen was the last thing you’ve been wanting this entire time. 

Jeno lets out a soft sigh at your lack of a verbal response as you instead just slide into the back seat of the car. Jaemin comes around to place a comforting hand on Jeno’s shoulder. “Give her time. It wasn’t just separate colleges that had the two of you grow apart, it was that entire last summer of purposefully avoiding each other. Before you’re upset that you can’t pick up where you left off, remember that 50% of the blame is your own. You stopped talking to her, too. Where you ‘left off’ was not as best friends.” 

Jeno shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t expecting us to be that close again.” He states plainly, and the tiniest of frowns flashes across Jaemin’s face before he motions for the two of them to get in the car as well, the ride to the airport filled entirely with music as you stared out the window. 

On the airplane, Jaemin sat in the middle, with Jeno taking the aisle and you the window seat. For a while, all three of you were doing your own separate things, but about an hour and a half into the flight, Jaemin pulled out the nintendo switch, propping it up on the tray table and switching his gaze back and forth between you and Jeno with raised, expectant eyebrows. You wave him off, turning your attention back to the window as Jeno is the one to take the other controller from Jaemin’s hands. Together, they played through three circuits of mariokart before Jaemin finally turned it off and started trying to fall asleep, laying his head against your shoulder. 

It was maybe fifteen minutes later when you feel a tap on your thigh. You quickly turn your attention from the window to the touch, tracing it back up to Jeno. He had booted up the switch again, mariokart waiting on the multiplayer home screen. You look back down to see one of the remotes held out for you in the hand that had gained your attention in the first place. You turn back to look at him; his eyes were wide in anticipation but he looked small as he silently asked for you to play with him. You breathe out a soft sigh, taking the remote from his hand before turning back to him. “I’m going to beat your ass.” You whisper over Jaemin’s head. Jeno turns to face the console rather than you to try and cover up the wide smile that your familiar tease placed on his lips. Unbeknownst to the two of you, the corners of Jaemin’s lips perked up in a grin, too, before he quickly started back on his attempt at falling asleep.

You must have played through every map with Jeno, with it unfortunately being a toss up for who took first on any given circuit. You finally hand him the remote back as he shuts the console down and situates himself so that he can fall asleep, too. You resumed your previous task of staring out the window and listening to music, Jaemin asleep on your shoulder and Jeno on his. Life wasn’t back to normal by a long shot, but a trip to Hawaii wasn’t necessarily normal either - so maybe despite it all, it was going to be okay. 

Hours later, the three of you step into the hotel room which might as well have been a house. Three separate bedrooms and bathrooms for each of you, all connected by a kitchen and living room. With you not getting any sleep on the flight, you immediately started on unpacking and getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, Jaemin and Jeno just threw their bags on the floor and headed down to the bar in the lobby, a common way to kill time that they picked up back in college. 

The next day, the dynamic was much the same. The guys hung around the beach and bar all day while you went for a bike ride down the coast, got a massage, randomly joined the hotel’s ping pong tournament where you were probably too excited to crush a thirteen year old in the finals, and remained pool-side for the rest of the first day. 

When you finally met back up with Jaemin and Jeno, it was for dinner. You were given free drink coupons for winning the ping pong tournament, so you all decided to eat at the hotel restaurant just off the shore. You don’t think you had ever seen the boys as confused as when you told them the story behind the coupons, but they weren’t going to question it if it meant you were willing to share the free drinks with them. 

Dinner itself was still awkward. It was either you talking to Jaemin or Jeno talking to Jaemin, and the other would pretend to be really invested in their food during the other’s conversation. Though, Jaemin didn’t seem bothered. At least, he didn’t push for the two of you to finally get over it and resolve the tension. So, you didn’t, and dinner became a game of you and Jeno trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. 

Regardless, the night quickly came to a close, and when the opportunity arose to join Jaemin and Jeno on the living room couch and watch Forensic Files, you politely declined and turned on the TV in your own bedroom instead. 

Trying to finally fall asleep around midnight would have been a lot easier if it didn’t decide to storm so horrendously. The lightning lit up everything around you as the thunder shook the room violently - or maybe it was just you that was violently shaking. You were never good with storms; they have always terrified you since you were little. Currently, this one had you curled up in a ball sitting atop your bed, silent tears rushing down your cheeks.

It was maybe twenty minutes into the storm when your bedroom door cracked open. You quickly wipe stray tears off your face as you look up to meet the presence standing meekly in the doorframe, their head turned down to face the floor. You knew the silhouette’s body frame, though, and it wasn’t Jaemin’s. 

“Jeno?” You ask hoarsely. 

Slowly, he brings his gaze up to meet yours, sucking on his bottom lip in hesitation before he speaks. “Are you still scared of storms?” He asks softly.

You freeze, wiping your eyes once more to make sure your face was clear of tears. “N-no.” You stammer out, voice cracking as you do. For some reason, Jeno just lets out a light exhale of laughter.

“You would be more convincing if you weren’t sitting in a ball and shaking.” He remarks more playfully. You just drop your face to stare into your knees, not wanting to look at him as you reply with words you couldn’t come back from.

“Please, just- come here.” You say in a near whisper, though Jeno picks up on it immediately. He finally moves from the door frame, stepping inside your room, shutting the door behind him, and joining you on top of your bed. 

He sat beside you, less than a foot away but making sure not to touch you. Despite the fact that it was a considerate gesture, it felt kind of stupid seeing as all your interactions used to start and end with the biggest hugs; and now here you were, needing comfort, and Jeno was scared to touch you. 

“How can I help take your mind off of it?” He asks, and you just shake your head. All this time, and you never figured out much to do other than wait it out in fear. That’s when another bout of lightning strikes, the crack of thunder feeling like it came from right behind you. Immediately, you flinch and start crying some more, and without spending too much time thinking about it, you lean into Jeno’s body at your left.

His breath hitches for the smallest of moments before he immediately wraps your balled figure in his arms, rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. “Hey, it’s okay.” He says softly. You shake off his attempt to calm you down. 

“I’m terrified, Jeno.” You mumble out weakly, and Jeno just takes a deep breath before pulling you closer to him.

“I know, but I got you.”

At his words, some tension leaves your body. All this time avoiding each other but still all you knew to do was trust Jeno. One of his hands remains running up and down your back, the other tightly wrapped around your body as you speak into his chest. “Were you still awake, too?” You ask, and you feel Jeno shake his head.

“No, but the second the storm woke me up, all I could think about was you and whether or not you were able to fall asleep before it started. I mean, you sleep through this stuff like a rock, but if you aren’t already sleeping when it starts, all you do is shake. I just- needed to come make sure you were okay, or…” He drags off for a second, sucking on his bottom lip as he stares down at you in his arms. “At least, not alone.” 

You let out a heavy breath, not able to tell if you were more mad at the fact that Jeno knew you so well or that something like a storm made you panic and put you in this situation in the first place. “It’s stupid. I’m twenty-two years old. I shouldn’t be scared of storms anymore.” 

“Y/n,” he says, but his soft tone comes with a bite of seriousness. “It’s not stupid. You don’t expect someone who’s afraid of spiders or snakes to ever get over it, no matter how old they are. It’s not childish to be afraid of something. Don’t put yourself in some weird double-standard.” 

You shake your head that’s still buried in his chest. “Those are spiders and snakes - almost everyone finds those scary. These are storms.” You scoff, but Jeno cuts you off there. 

He unravels one arm from around your body to instead place his hand under your chin and direct your tear-glazed gaze back to him, making sure you could see he was serious as he replied. “And they’re scary to you, which is all that matters to me.” 

You quickly begin to cry again, this time because of his words rather than the storm. Your arms let go from their grip around your curled up legs so you can instead wrap them around Jeno’s waist and bury your head back into his chest. He just holds you closer in response, speaking into your hair. “We’ll wait it out together, yeah?” He prompts, but before you could even reply, he’s back to rubbing comforting circles on your skin, not giving you much of a choice. 

He holds you in silence for a little bit, an innumerable amount of thoughts plaguing both of your minds as the storm still raged outside. However, when Jeno couldn’t remember the last big strike of lightning, he began to shift in his spot, an arm unraveling from your body. “I think it’s died down-”

That was as far as he got before he felt your arm grab his wrist and wrap it back around your body. In the darkness, he let the brightest smile reach his face, taking a moment to squeeze you extra tight. That’s when more lightning hit and your figure began to tremble in his arms again, the smallest of whimpers escaping you. Jeno let out a soft sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere.” He says smoothly. Though, as he shuffles slightly to check the time on his watch, he lets out a small exhale of laughter. “But you have to keep me entertained then. What’s new?” He asks playfully, but the question surprises you. New? Nothing on your mind was about anything new in your life and you couldn’t bring yourself to find anything new to talk about. So instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and build up the courage to address the one thing that was very much not new.

“Jeno, what was that all about when we were eighteen?” You ask, the words coming out more firm than any of your others so far that night. 

Jeno’s arms around you stiffen, and he manages to let out a wry laugh. “Do you still think about that?” He asks in return, and you swear you could feel the knife through your chest this time.

“Every day. Am I not supposed to? Did that not matter to you?” You shoot back, finding more emotion with every word. 

Jeno sighs deeply. “Y/n, nothing’s ever mattered to me more than that night…except maybe this one if I can get it right.” He speaks softly, hesitantly, as though he were scared of saying something wrong. He hasn’t yet, though. All he’s done is confuse you.

“What?” You ask, matching his voice level. Jeno shakes his head and you think he’s shutting off completely, but instead he just picks you up from out of the hug and places you so that you’re sitting face-to-face with him. Surprising you, he reaches out his hands and starts idly playing with your fingers. His head was dropped to face his lap, it was like having your touch was his last strength. Then he starts talking.

“Y/n, you’ve kept my heart and mind occupied for the last four years - before that, really. Long before that. The moment I understood what a crush was, I had a crush on you. All that tiny-me wanted to do was hold your hand.” As he says this, he ceases fiddling with your fingers to instead intertwine them with his own; staring at the interlocked hands with a weak grin before promptly pulling away again and dropping his hands to rest in front of his lap. “Um- but I couldn’t because of course that was the one thing Jaemin told me not to do. I couldn’t get involved with you. So, I didn’t, and I pretended to be interested in other girls in high school so that he wouldn’t get suspicious. But then that prom theme was announced and I found my one in - a stupid one, but an in. That was my one chance to do something about the ache in my chest all those years. Except, it really didn’t fix anything at all. We kissed and I haven’t known a day of peace since - my lips long for yours every second of every day. I didn’t date at all in college. Jaemin would tease me about the fact that I was one-half of the hot duo of best friends but never managed to get with a girl, and I didn’t know how to tell him my heart was already yours - that it’s been yours longer than it’s been mine.”

Suddenly, Jeno was making your world slow down again. His smooth voice saying words you didn’t know you needed to hear, bringing light to the dustiest corners of your heart, making you feel whole again, and yet, none of it made sense. “Then why- that morning- why…?” That was all you could get out before the tears previously pricking at the corners of your eyes began to speed down your cheeks. You didn’t need to finish your question though. Jeno knew exactly what you were getting at, and he was already preparing himself to address it before you even brought it up. 

He shakes his head slowly, defeated as he draws back on the past. “I was a stupid eighteen year old kid. Every night, I go back to that morning and think about what I could’ve done differently - what I should’ve done. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret letting you walk away. The truth is, I was terrified. I didn’t want to lose either you or Jaemin, and I didn’t know how to address what happened without risking doing so; which feels stupid to say because acting how I did was a direct path to losing you. I never gave either of us the chance for closure and then lost you anyways. Every day since, I wanted to reach out, ask how you were, beg for you to let me back into your life, but I struggled with thinking I was worthy of that in the slightest. I still haven’t forgiven myself for it, I don’t think I deserve to. I don’t ever want to be okay with the fact that I let you walk away from me. I want to make sure I can never make that mistake again. That morning, I thought I could have my cake and eat it, too. I got to kiss you but I never had to let it get out and make Jaemin hate me. I was selfish when I decided not to talk about it that day. That’s the all of it. I was selfish. Which is funny because I was selfish when I asked to kiss you, too. I just don’t know how the same state of being could lead to the best thing I’ve ever done and the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

By the time he finished talking, silent tears were running down his face as well. You had never seen him as broken as he looked before you now, and when lightning flashed through the entire room and thunder rumbled through you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could care about was Jeno. 

“So, if we went back-” You start, but Jeno had already whipped his head up to face you, his sure gaze looking out of place amidst his tear-stained face.

“I would’ve told you we could talk about it whenever you wanted - whenever you were ready, and if it was that very second, I would’ve started explaining. Every time you’ve made my heart race and my stupid plan that formed the second I heard the theme for prom. How kissing you truly was like fireworks going off and it drove me crazy in all the best ways. How I want to be able to kiss you again and again if you’d let me, and that when Jaemin inevitably finds out, I’d take the blame for everything, but the last thing I’d do is apologize for it. I’d never apologize for loving you, the opposite, actually; I’d shout it out to the streets, people would be tired of hearing how much I care about you.” He manages to let the smallest of laughs play on his lips, but his gaze drops back down to his lap as embarrassment flushes his cheeks. “I mean- I don’t even know if you liked me back, but if you did, that would have been the last time you ever woke up without a goodmorning kiss from me.” 

You let out a light sigh, facing the comforter to hide the weak smile that painted its way across your face. When you finally pick your head back up, your arm moves up with it. Gently, you place a hand on Jeno’s cheek, thumb moving to wipe at the tears under his eyes as you guide his gaze back to you. The two of you held eye contact, your breathing and the rain outside being the only sounds to fill the room before you spoke up with a small encouraging nod. “Jeno, it’s okay to forgive yourself.” You say softly, and you watch as Jeno breaks.

His soft, silent tears turned into him bawling his eyes out, and you watch as he leaned forward, grabbing for you, hiding his face in the fabric of your shirt as his tears stain your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him tightly, occasionally running a hand through his hair as you wait for his sobs to stop. 

When he finally calms down, he pulls back from the hug again, wiping his face clean of tears, and dodging your eye contact. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles out, but you shake your head.

“I forgave you a long time ago...way before I wanted to, but I couldn't help it.” You say seriously, and Jeno finds the strength to meet your gaze again, enough for you to see the shock and question in his eyes. “I wanted to reach out, but I just- never knew how to begin again after all of that.” You continue solemnly. 

Jeno nods his head in contemplation, but soon enough, a small hopeful smile accompanies his features again. “We can start like this.” He says softly. Then he picks you up, turning you around and placing you back down on his lap, his arms wrapping around your torso from behind as his chin rests on your shoulder. “Tell me everything I missed from the last four years.” He prompts, and at every point where you could have fought back, you don’t. Instead, a grin spreads across your face and you just start talking. 

Jeno listens to you talk for what seemed like an hour at least, and in turn you do the same as he recounts every story from college that Jaemin hadn’t already told you…and some that he had - if it was a crime to enjoy listening to Jeno talk, then so be it. Though, once you caught each other up to speed, neither of you were content with heading to bed. Instead, you continued to talk about everything imaginable. The storm outside could have raged on, you weren’t aware. The only worry you had was whether you and Jeno were laughing so loud that it would wake up Jaemin. 

Eventually, the two of you had moved so that Jeno’s legs were laid out in front of him and your head was on his lap as you lay down perpendicular to his figure. You were in the middle of talking about obscure superpowers you would want, and why your choice was much better than Jeno’s. You rambled for who knows how long, but you finally look up to meet Jeno’s soft gaze, a corner of his mouth perked up in a smirk that you couldn’t describe as anything else but fond. Immediately, you cut yourself off, furrowing your brows at Jeno as you change the subject. “Stop looking at me like that.” You say, and Jeno seems to visibly snap back to the present moment.

“Like what?” He questions genuinely, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Like you want to kiss me.” You reply plainly. 

Jeno lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I do want to kiss you, it’s not just a look.” He says, taking one of his hands to brush your hair out of your face. 

You sigh, turning your head away to face the wall rather than him. “Jeno, I can’t fold that quickly. Not after four years of building up walls.” You say in a near whisper. 

His smirk fades as he purses his lips, hurt flashing across his features as he thinks back on the past four years. He swallows harshly, still running his fingers through your hair as he responds. “I know. I’m not asking you to. It’s my fault they’re there in the first place. You just asked what my look was about, so I figured I should tell you. I’ll try not to make it so obvious. I don’t mean to make things awkward between us now.” 

As he finishes talking, you move to face him again, brows furrowed in confusion and you realize you never addressed one specific thing he said. “Jeno, you won’t make things awkward between us. You said you don’t know if I even liked you back during senior year but- Jeno, I’ve had a crush on you for forever. I’ve always liked you back. I liked you back before I even knew I was liking you ‘back.’ I didn’t care - you were everything I ever wanted growing up, and though you’re an idiot sometimes, you still are.” At your words, tension visibly leaves Jeno’s body, small smiles teasing at both your lips as you make eye contact.

“Y/n, I know we’re still getting over years of hurt, and my actions meant you had it a lot worse but- if you really mean it, I’ll wait forever for your walls to come down again. It’s just you for me.” 

You sit back upright again, facing Jeno and trying not to think about how red your face felt and therefore probably was. “Just give me a little bit of time. When I get tired of you staring at me like that and not actually kissing me, I’ll talk to Jaemin. It’ll be a much easier conversation for him to have with me than if it were with you. Then the second he agrees to get rid of his stupid rule, I’m running right to you and kissing your pretty lips. Just give me some more time to heal.” 

Jeno nods, his crescent-eyed smile revealing itself for the first time since the trip started. “You have all the time in the world.” He reassures, but you just laugh a little bit, not missing an opportunity to tease him.

“Well, I should probably figure things out before we’re old and gray. ‘All the time in the world’ might not be the best-” He cuts you off, shaking his head.

“Nope. Not a problem. Not when time stops while I’m with you.” He replies confidently, and you freeze as your teasing attempt gets turned on its head. 

“Oh, shut up.” You say playfully, and when Jeno’s cheeks puff out as he smiles in response, you don’t think twice before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to one of them. You immediately dodge eye contact as you pull back, but Jeno doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. He grabs at one of your hands, pulling your body back to face him and his stupid perfect smile.

“I so got you.” He says, but instead of a hint of arrogance covering his words, they’re spoken as though he can’t believe his luck. You duck your head, laughing a little. 

“Give me time - if not to get over my hurt then at least to build up courage to talk to Jaemin. Besides, I’d like to spend some more time with you under the best-friend label again anyways. I’ve missed it.” You say, and Jeno nods, already on the same wavelength as you. 

You don’t question it when the best-friend label looks a little different the rest of the night than it has in the past. Neither you nor Jeno had any intention of going to bed anymore, but that didn’t change the fact that laying down was the comfiest position, and if that came with Jeno spooning you as you both continued to talk about every topic in existence, well…you were just really close best friends. 

When you look over at the nightstand and realize a bright 6:28 on the clock is facing you back, you figure it was an acceptable time to actually start the morning. “You wanna go make coffee?” You ask plainly. You had reached the point where you’ve been without sleep for so long that it felt like you were fully energized again, completely ready to start the day. Jeno seemed to have been the same way, because your regular tone as opposed to your previously light, soft statements didn’t faze him. Although, he seemed thoroughly against your idea of getting up, shaking his head as he spoke.

“I can’t hold you if we’re out there.” He says through a pout, causing you to laugh. The two of you managed to find your way back to sitting up during the early hours of the morning, and he currently had you locked in your position on his lap, with no intentions of letting go. 

You run your hands over his arms around you, the light touch sending shivers throughout Jeno’s body. “You’ve held me for the past six hours. I think you should be sick of it by now.” You reply playfully, but Jeno just raises his eyebrows in suspicion. 

“Are you sick of it yet?” He teases, and all you can do is purse your lips because you knew he just won. 

Instead of giving him an answer, you just start trying to unravel his arms from around your body. “Not relevant.” You say through a smile. “Come on, Jen. Let’s make coffee.” 

Within milliseconds, Jeno has let you go and is up off the bed. “Okay! Let’s go!” He replies in a rush. You stare at him in confusion, wondering what had him flip so quickly. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a laugh. Jeno just gives you the biggest crescent-eyed smile. 

“You called me ‘Jen.’” 

Your eyebrows remain raised, though now it’s more so because of skepticism rather than confusion. “You’re all giddy because I took one letter off your name?” You question, and Jeno just ducks his head to avoid eye contact with you. You roll your eyes instead. “Remind me in the future not to give you any pet names. Not if you’re already like this over ‘Jen.’” You tease, but Jeno shoots his head back up to look at you, betrayal crossing his features. You let out a light laugh. “I’m kidding. Let’s go.” You say, and Jeno finds his smile again as he grabs your hand to pull you out of bed, your fingers instantly falling from each other the second you open your bedroom door and step into the living area. 

Jeno motions for you to sit down at the table while he makes his way behind the counter and to the coffee machine. You watch as he grabs two mugs, and you know he’s starting on making your coffee first so it can cool down a bit while his own brews. You study his figure intently, a grateful smile coming onto your face as you duck your head, taking in the fact that this was another chance at the morning after prom, except this time, you’ve already done all the talking; now he just gets to make coffee and keep your already full heart company. 

You think the second coffee was halfway through brewing by the time you look back up towards Jeno. You freeze when you realize he was already staring at you, his features soft. He can’t stop the smile, nor the blush, from coming onto his face as you look back at him, and he immediately directs his attention back to the coffee machine, shaking his head as his smile grows bigger the more he dwells on the moment, and you know he’s thinking the same thing you were, this time thanking his lucky stars that you were still sitting there smiling back at him. 

Soon, it was just you and Jeno sitting across from each other, drinking coffee, watching the sun rise through the window, occasionally kicking each other’s feet underneath the table, and continuing with your never ending conversation. You were on your second round of coffee, Jeno on his third, when another bedroom door opens and Jaemin walks out lazily. Your face falls into concern as you fade out of your conversation with Jeno. “Hey, Jaem. Sorry if we were the reason you woke up.” You say genuinely, but he shakes it off.

“No, you’re all good. There was just some laughing that-” He cuts himself off, finally seeming to focus his attention on the scene in front of him. “Laughing? You guys are talking?” He questions, his tired expression immediately off his face.

You and Jeno share matching smiles as you stare back at Jaemin. “We were both up early and decided maybe holding grudges was not the thing to do in paradise.” Jeno replies, taking a moment to move his gaze from Jaemin and back over to you softly. You miss it though, just nodding along with his words as you watch relief wash over your brother. 

“Thank god.” He breathes out with a laugh, getting you and Jeno to chuckle as well. Immediately, Jaemin is grabbing his own coffee and sitting down with you both, hardly caring about it not even being eight in the morning yet because his best friends were back. 

The three of you sat around the table drinking too much coffee for about another hour before deciding to go on a walk along the coast. Jaemin was still in the middle, with you and Jeno and either end, but it was no longer to stifle the tension. Instead, conversation flowed as it always had between the three of you since you were five years old. Suddenly, the idea of having maybe canceled on the graduation trip just because Jeno was going to be here felt nauseating. This was how it was always meant to be, the three of you together and Jaemin at least playing the part of oblivious to the feelings you and Jeno could hardly suppress. Truthfully, there was no reason for Jaemin to be suspicious. Looking at the bigger picture, if he hadn’t suspected something was up during your high school years, there’s no way he would be able to tell that those very same feelings were still very much there.

When Jaemin suggested lunch a few hours later, you politely declined. “I actually think I’m gonna go up to the room and take a nap for a bit.” You say casually, though Jaemin looks at you as if you had two heads.

“A nap? You never take naps.” He shoots back in confusion. You let out a small laugh, knowing he wasn’t wrong, but then you bring your gaze back up to meet his own with a light shake of your head.

“I didn’t sleep because of the storm last night, so I’m pretty exhausted still.” You reply, but the confusion doesn’t leave Jaemin’s face.

“It stormed last night?!” He questions, apparently having slept through any trace of it. You and Jeno let out a laugh, nodding your heads.

“Yeah, it was pretty bad.” You answer, and Jaemin flashes his eyebrows in recognition before he turns back to you with worry in his eyes.

“Were you okay?” He asks, hints of guilt in his voice knowing how badly storms scared you while he was just sleeping peacefully through it. You quickly rid him of any worry, though, a small smile coming onto your face as you nod.

“Yeah,” you start softly, and it takes everything in you to not look over at Jeno and surely give away what exactly happened last night. “I was okay.” 

Jaemin’s shoulders visibly lose tension as he takes in your positive answer, then he nods his head. “Okay. Well, you can go back up to the room, then. Text us whenever you wake up and we’ll let you know where we’re at-” He says, but Jeno jumps in.

“Actually, Jaemin, I think a few more hours of sleep would do wonders for me, too.” He says with a chuckle. The statement surprises both you and Jaemin, though Jeno continues without missing a beat. “Would you be okay if I went up to the room for a bit, too?” 

Whereas you were worried Jaemin would start putting things together, he just shrugged, his reply full of sarcasm. “Oh no, I’m alone in paradise and the bar has already opened for the day.” He says with raised uninterested eyebrows. “I think I’ll be just fine.” 

The three of you share a bit of laughter before you and Jeno break from Jaemin to go back up to the hotel. You waste no time in slipping right back into pajamas and under the covers, your fatigue fully hitting once you were actually laying down again. Within seconds though, your bedroom door opens and in comes Jeno, pajamas adorning his figure as well. He wastes no time in making his way directly next to you in bed. You just watch as he immediately clings to you, wrapping an arm around your torso and shutting his eyes tight. You let out a small laugh - you should’ve known. “You’re an idiot.” You say playfully, and Jeno opens his eyes back up to stare at you with a pout.

“So, I can’t stay?” He asks, almost completely in defeat if you couldn’t pick up on the hint of playfulness he also shared in his tone.

You roll your eyes, speaking plainly. “You can, but we’re actually sleeping this time. You’re the reason I’m so tired in the first place.”

With your positive response, Jeno instantly pulled you closer to him, but he doesn’t let you take a stab at him that easily. “That wasn’t me, that was the storm.” He replies confidently, but you can practically see the smirk adorning his face, regardless of you being turned away from him. You shake your head with a smile, flipping around in his arms so that he was forced on his back, with you taking up half of his chest so you could face him. 

His familiar smirk was, in fact, painted across his lips, a slight tease in his eyes as he stared back at you. All at once, a wave of extreme consciousness hits you and you realize the only reason you moved to face him was because you were fully intending to kiss him after his remark. You feel your face go beet red and you immediately hide it in his chest. Jeno was oblivious to the internal battle you had put yourself through, figuring this was just how you wanted to sleep. He gently ran one hand through your hair before wrapping both his arms around your body and humming contently against the top of your head. 

You instantly decide that you couldn’t look back up and face Jeno right now, so you accept the fact that you were going to fall asleep listening to the drumbeat of his heart. What surprises you is the fact that, for as long as you were awake, his heart rate never seemed to calm down; and what you didn’t know is that he looked at you sound asleep in his arms for far too long before he could convince himself that it may be worth missing this moment in front of him to actually get some sleep, too. 

When you eventually wake up, you haven’t moved an inch from where you fell asleep on Jeno’s chest. His breathing was still stable, and a peek up at him confirmed he was still sleeping. A soft smile forms on your face at the sight of him, his hair all messy again from being against the pillow and making him look extra cute rather than hot and bothersome. You move your gaze over to the clock on the nightstand, letting you know that you had been asleep for almost two hours, and you figure the most important thing to do was step out from your bedroom and make sure Jaemin didn’t come back to the hotel and realize Jeno wasn’t in his own room.

So, you snake out of Jeno’s arms, trying your best not to wake him up. His arms fall from around you to on top of his own chest, but it doesn’t seem to disturb him, and you take that as a sign to continue silently sneaking out of your bedroom. You do a quick check around the hotel room, breathing a little easier seeing that none of it seemed touched by your brother recently. However, looking at your phone, you’re greeted with unread messages from Jaemin, asking how long you were going to be out for and if you all could catch the movie night on the shore that the hotel was hosting later on. 

You shoot back a text saying that you just woke up and would go bother Jeno until he was out of bed, too, adding on that the movie night sounded great. Then, you make your way back to your room to actually go bother Jeno until he woke up. 

However, bothering him looked a lot different than how you would typically bother Jaemin. Gently, you let your fingers glide through his hair, his soft hums in response causing you to smile. You move your hand down to instead brush against his cheek, and knowing that he was awake, though he had yet to open his eyes, you start talking softly. “Hey, you ready to get up?” You ask, though it wasn’t much of a question. 

Jeno shakes his head, his eyes still squeezed shut. “Not really. How long has it been?” He asks, his voice low and grainy, and suddenly you’re glad he hasn’t opened his eyes yet to see how red your face has gotten because of it. 

“Almost two hours.” You reply lightly, and Jeno takes an extra long inhale just to let out a deep sigh. “Come on, Jen.” You continue, gently rubbing the back of your hand across his cheek. At the nickname, Jeno finally gives in, peeking one eye open to look at you before his face turns red and he opens both eyes with a small smile. “What?” You question with furrowed brows.

Jeno shakes his head. “Nothing. I just- like you being the first thing I see when I wake up.” He says through his smile, and you just roll your eyes. 

“You’re really bad at being just a best friend.” You tease, and Jeno’s smile turns playful.

“I’d say ‘I’ll work on it,’ but I’m not trying to be just a best friend long enough for it to matter.” He replies, and the blush races to cover your face again, too. 

“You’re actually the worst.” You shoot back, the grin still on your face. 

Jeno smirks at you, but the look in his eyes is fond. “You don’t mean that.” He counters, and you drop your head to face your lap, knowing he wasn’t wrong.

“Whatever.” You say with a laugh as you turn to start exiting your room again. “Please get out of bed before Jaemin gets bored and comes back to the room. He’s already texted me asking how long we’ll be. And I’m serious, going back up to the room to take a nap while I did is the last suspicious thing you can do on this trip.” 

Jeno matches your laugh, putting his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, fine. But it’s not my fault you’re the prettiest girl in the world. What am I supposed to do? Not have the biggest crush on you? That’s not an option.” 

You freeze and slowly bring your body back around to face Jeno. The instant your gaze meets his easy smirk, your head is facing the floor and your tongue darts out to lick your lips for a moment as you convince yourself not to give in with every breath. He lets out a heavy exhale that was meant to be laughter as he finally slides out of bed and walks up to where you were, placing the lightest kiss on the top of your head. “That’ll be the last of it.” He says softly, then making his way to freshen up before the two of you meet with Jaemin again. 

To your surprise, Jeno followed instructions well. The rest of the night included zero stolen touches or longing stares. Instead, it reflected any given night from your high school careers, and while you still could hardly stand the ache in your chest that popped up any time you were around Jeno, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world, because the three of you were happy all at the same time again - only slightly aided by the gelato in your hands and the old Disney movie projected on the screen set up by the shore. 

It was sometime after midnight when you all finally got back to the hotel room, and as Jaemin showered, Jeno stood at your bedroom door and begged for you to let him sneak in during the night and sneak back out early the next morning. You stared at him in disinterest, or at least tried to. “I’m not letting you sleep with me while Jaemin is across the hall. I’m sure you can control yourself for one night, Jeno.” You say, figuring starting out with ‘one night’ would be more effective than telling him he’d have to control himself for a huge chunk of the foreseeable future.

Jeno pouted, but when you just raise your eyebrows at him in response, he knows he’s lost, slumping back over to his own room and leaving you to get ready for the night. 

It was a little after breakfast the next morning when you all found yourselves back at the beach. The two boys stayed lounging on the chairs in the sand, claiming they were waiting for the sun to actually come out and heat up the ocean a bit before they would get in. You rolled your eyes at them, entering the water with ease as you spent some time by yourself. 

“Jeno, you’re staring at my sister.” Jaemin’s even voice cuts through the air, bringing Jeno back to reality and making him conscious of the fact that he truly was staring at you. Instead of getting embarrassed, he lets out a small defeated laugh.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to stare at her…just getting used to having her in my life again.” Jeno didn’t care if his statement implied that he would previously stare at you all of the time, too - he was tired of lying anyways. Jaemin just nods slowly, moving his gaze from Jeno and over to you some distance away in the water.

“You know, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but I know it was your fault.” Jaemin continues, his tone not giving any hint as to his emotions. There was no playful tease hidden in his statement, nor was there even a trace of contempt. For the first time, Jeno thought, Jaemin was unreadable, and he didn’t know how to take it.

“Ouch.” Jeno replies through an exhale meant to double as laughter.

“Am I wrong?” Jaemin asks casually. 

Jeno shoots his gaze somewhere off to the side, his face finally losing the bits of playfulness he tried so hard to keep in the situation. “...no.” He replied in almost a whisper, and Jaemin lets something of a grimace cross his features. 

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze constantly shifting between you and Jeno before it falls to face his own lap with a sigh. “Don’t hurt her again.” He finally says monotonously, but the mention of ‘again’ has Jeno whipping his head towards him. Jaemin dodges his gaze, just continues speaking. “That’s always been the one reason to have that stupid rule since we were kids. I don’t have anything against you. You’re my best friend. I trust you probably more than anyone with her.” He says, and it’s then that he lifts his gaze to stare back at a wide-eyed Jeno, making sure he could tell he was serious as he continued. “I just don’t want her getting hurt, and I knew no one would hurt her as much as you if things went wrong.” 

Jeno swallows hard, he couldn’t tell if the weight of the world was currently falling off of his shoulders or crashing onto them. The shock he previously bore on his face almost immediately falls into remorse as he thinks about Jaemin’s words. “I’m sorry for hurting her the first time.” He says firmly, this time Jeno being the one to make sure Jaemin could feel the sincerity of his statement. 

To Jeno’s surprise, Jaemin finally lets out a small laugh to accompany his nod, directing his gaze back to you in the ocean. “I know.” He replies, and a wave of relief washes over Jeno as he’s able to crack a small grateful smile, too. Though, some parts of Jaemin’s words were still poking at the back of Jeno’s mind. 

“How long have you known that I liked her?” He asks weakly, dreading how many more stupid past decisions he had no reason to make as a futile attempt to hide his feelings - how many lies he didn’t need to tell, should Jaemin have already known anyway. 

Jaemin dispels his worry, shaking his head. “Part of me saw it as inevitable, so there was always a gut feeling, but I never knew how you felt towards her with any confidence while we were growing up. It’s just- two best friends don’t stop talking immediately after prom for no reason. I figured feelings finally had to have gotten involved that night.” Jeno nods his head solemnly, opening his mouth to reply but Jaemin cuts him off. “Don’t apologize again.” He says with a laugh as Jeno flicks his gaze back up to him. “I don’t want to hear another apology and I don’t want to know what happened. Just- don’t hurt her again, that’s all I ask.” 

Jeno’s gaping mouth turns into a soft understanding smile, and he looks back out to finally face you again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Jeno debated telling you about his conversation with Jaemin for the rest of vacation. The second it happened, he wanted to run right to you, tell you that Jaemin wouldn’t mind if the two of you were together, and immediately make you his girl. However, he knew that you really wanted to have your own eventual conversation about it with Jaemin, and when you decide you’re ready to have said conversation and move things along with Jeno was not his own call to make. So, he kept it to himself, but now when he would stare at you as though you were the entire world, it wasn’t Jaemin’s attention he was afraid of catching, it was yours…cause the last thing he was going to do was break his promise to you about suspicious stuff. 

That of course meant that for the rest of vacation, you were clueless as to what had put such a giant, permanent grin on Jeno’s face. His crescent-eyed smile was more present than ever, and for the boy who you came to learn knew no anger, it was starting to seem like he knew nothing but happiness at all - how were you to know that you were the reason why?

 You were expecting the day after you got back from Hawaii to be boring at best, with nothing to do but unpack your luggage…and maybe also your feelings. You dreaded the idea of putting away over a week’s worth of clothes knowing that this closet wasn’t part of some hotel in Ko’Olina, but your own home. 

However, Jaemin quickly saved you from the torture, standing in the doorway and waiting for you to turn your attention to him. The second you realize he’s there, you turn off your music, facing him again with expectant eyebrows…which strangely matched his own. He had a smirk painted across his lips as he leaned against the doorframe and you had a gut-feeling you wouldn’t like where this was going. 

“Are you going to talk to me about Jeno yet?” He asks casually, and your stomach drops as your eyes widen. You quickly return your attention to folding the laundry on your bed. 

“What about Jeno?” You reply with a light laugh, trying to play it cool, but Jaemin just shakes his head, finally moving towards you with more intent. 

“Y/n, I’ve watched you fall in love with him every time he’s walked through our front door since we were five.” He replies, the statement falling from his lips as though he didn’t even have to think about it - cause he wasn’t lying. Your face drops and your hands fall idly at your side rather than messing with your clothes. 

“I’m not in love with him.” You say weakly, but you knew better, too. You could feel the way your face would glow every time you laid eyes on him, and Jaemin knew you even better than you knew yourself. Whatever defense you could build, he’s already seen right through. 

“I wouldn’t be mad if you were, you know?” 

You freeze at his words, sighing deeply before turning to look at your brother. “Jaem, are you trying to get me to tell you things you already know?” You watch as a small grin reaches his face again.

“It would be nice to hear it from you, yeah.” 

You shake your head, quickly losing the courage to look at him. “I don’t understand why you’re not mad. What you’re trying to get me to admit is the exact thing you made rules against.” 

Jaemin rolls his lips inward before shaking his head. “Yeah well, being mad at my sister is not my favorite thing in the world, so I try to avoid it unless absolutely necessary.” He says lightly, but when you still can’t meet his gaze, he sighs, adding on. “This is not one of those times…Besides, what I was trying to prevent in making that rule has already happened despite it, so it doesn’t much matter now.” 

You process Jaemin’s words with pursed lips. “You didn’t want me getting hurt.” You softly claim, though you let it hang as a question for Jaemin to confirm.

“No, I didn’t. Though, since it’s already happened and you seemed to have made it through just fine, I’d rather not care about whether or not you’re hurt as much as whether or not you’re happy.” 

You finally turn to look back at your brother again, his eyebrows raised expectantly. As you make eye contact, he unravels his arms from where they were crossed against his chest to instead hold them out for you to fall into, which you do; stepping into his hug as comfort immediately washes over you. “Jeno makes me really happy.” You say, and admitting that to Jaemin in this context seemed to finally settle the ground beneath your feet, like the entire world was waiting for your confession.

Jaemin laughs a bit, holding you slightly tighter in the hug. “I know. You make him really happy, too.” When Jaemin realizes you don’t intend to respond to that, he lets out a light sigh. “So…you should probably go to him and be all happy together, yeah?” He continues playfully. You whip your head out of his chest to look up at him.

“Are you sure you’re okay if your sister dates your best friend?” You ask seriously, though by now, a huge smile has made its way across your lips. Jaemin scrunches his face, looking back down at you.

“Maybe refrain from saying it like that and yeah, I’ll be okay. Besides, he’s our best friend, not just mine.” At his words, you’re practically jumping to get out of Jaemin’s arms, and he lets you go with a laugh. You scramble for your phone, immediately calling Jeno, who picks up on the first ring. 

“Hello.” His voice cuts through the speaker as you’re already rushing out of your room.

“Go outside!” You command, and you hear Jeno’s laugh on the other end.

“What? Why?” He responds playfully, but you don’t take it.

“Go outside! I’m serious!” You reply.

“Chill, I went outside the second you told me to the first time. What’s this about?” He asks, but you’re too busy running through the downstairs and to the front door, trying not to crash into any furniture. You open the front door and turn to your left towards Jeno’s house two doors down. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, he hangs up the phone, but he doesn’t have time to question the huge smile on your face before you’re already darting towards him, and he seems to finally understand where this is going as he prepares himself to catch you. 

As predicted, your run towards him only ends when you jump into his waiting arms, your legs wrapping around his torso as he spins you around once before resting his forehead against yours. “Kiss me, Jeno.” You breathe out, and Jeno wastes no time. There it was again, the fireworks, and the feeling in your chest that you never wanted this moment to end. 

“About time.” Your mom says, peeking out from the doorframe where Jaemin was standing and watching the two of you. 

Jaemin drops his head with a small laugh. “Yeah, about time.”

[b0n3s-is-gay]

I can't help falling in love with you~

Synopsis: Darry comes home after a long... LONG day at work. Opening the door to see his darling girlfriend swaying to the radio, cooking one of his mom's recipes for dinner, and singing...

CWs: None, just fluff... Maybe a bit of appreciation for this man, mentions of marriage, slow dancing in the kitchen, high school sweethearts, Proposal (HE DESERVES A HAPPY ENDING, AND I WILL WRITE THAT HAPPY ENDING GODDAMN IT!!!).

Coming home after a long day, working out in the sun as the chill of autumn slowly creeped in, was both a blessing and a curse... It was a blessing because this is where his family is, where his brothers, gang, and partner since high school are always. But it was also a curse because after a long day, all he wanted to do was relax without loud noises...

Stepping through the door, he was met by the soft sounds of the radio and the gang was quiet. Sodapop and Steve were playing cards, Dally was drinking with Twobit and watching Mickey, Ponyboy was reading to Johnny... And then there was his partner... In the kitchen cooking dinner and listening to the radio. "Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you..." Her voice started as she stirred the soup. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?~" She sang swaying in the kitchen in time with the love song.

A smile gently graced Darry's lips as he walked into the kitchen, picking up the lyrics like it was just them in the whole house. He cleared his throat and smiled. His hands found purchase on her hips and swayed with her for a minute, just enjoying the moment of peace between them.

Darry pulled back when the next verse and gently spun her around. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..." The soft chuckles emanating from her throat made his heart skip a beat... Moments like these just made him want to spend the rest of his life like this.

Hands clasped, singing while cooking together, just general domestic stuff. It made his heart swell since moments like this, between both of them, were few and far between. But given a chance, a real chance in a world where money didn't matter, he'd marry her in a heart beat. Fancy wedding or not, this is what Darrel Shaynne Curtis dreamed of...

"Take my hand, take my whole life, too..." She sang as Darry's hands rested on her hips, like he was always meant to be here. Body's touching and loving gazes being shared between two hopelessly in love people.

"For I can't help falling in love with you..." He concluded as he gently dipped her, making her squeal and wrap her arms around his neck. Darry smiled and gently pecked her lips.

If anyone didn't know any better, it would look like two sappy teenagers on prom night.

Unbeknownst to the two love birds, the other boys had looked away from what they were doing and gathered at the kitchen to see what all the noise was about. They didn't expect to see Darry singing and being an overall sap, but Sodapop and Ponyboy smiled since it was one of the first times since their parents passed away that Darry seemed genuinely smiled and let loose. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea..." He started with a smile as he pulled them both up, continuing to sway her around in his arms. "Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..." She picked up where he left off, smiling as she cupped his cheek.

Darry smiled as he gently twirled her again, his heart melting with her soft chuckles and her smile that was almost contagious. Pulling her back against his front he gently watched her pull away to stir the soup so it didn't stick to the bottom of the pot.

Darry was never spontaneous, but something felt like he just had to do this now. He knelt down on one knee and pulled out his mother's wedding ring. When she turned around, he smiled and simply finished the song. "Take my hand... Take my whole life, too? For I can't help falling in love with you..." He smiled, changing the last bit of the song into the question. He held the ring out for her, he didn't need all them fancy theatrics...

Looking up at her hopefully, waiting for her answer. A soft voice came from her throat, answering his question. "For I can't help falling in love with you...~" She nodded gently, letting him slip the ring onto her finger before pulling him into a tight hug, dinner long forgotten.

The rest of the gang watched on, wondering when Darry got the balls to do something this spontaneous. Ponyboy and Sodapop exchanged glances and then silently motioned for the rest of the gang to leave them be. "Let them be, let 'em have their moment..." Sodapop said as he walked away.

Now alone, Darry just held her, sitting in wonder at what just fucking happened. "I can't believe you said yes... I love you..." He whispered, holding her tightly. "I'm a bit shocked, but I do mean yes... I love you more..." She whispered back squeezing him tightly.

[diorgirl444]

a week in outfits with sweetheart! reader… and dallas ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ •

• what sweetheart! reader wears & does in a typical week of her life + a peek into her camera roll! semi historically accurate but mainly just pretty stuff!!! • warnings: allusions to sex though not graphic, swearing, mentions of religion + not believing

she doesn’t see dallas much during the day of monday but when evening rolls around and she’s all sweet - smelling and soft after her bath, dressed in a nightdress and working on her diary/scrapbook she hears a tap! tap! tap! at her window! she eagerly opens it, smiling giddily her greaser boyfriend clambers in. they spent the night sharing cookies that she baked, telling stories about their day’s and he holds her till she falls asleep. when she wakes up he’s gone as her parents will kill her if they see him but she smiles at the dip in her bed from where he had once been.

dallas when drunk one night had promised her that he’d go antique shopping with her and that tuesday after school she decides to take him up on that offer. he’s grouchy to begin with but softens at all the old military stuff. he can see himself in the shoes of those boys, in a war of sorts himself. he’s also impressed by her ability to haggle prices down and she leaves with a basket filled with china figurines and a music box. when they get out into the warm sunlight she presses silver dog tags into his palm. saying “wear it with your st christopher and think of me dal”

wednesday is horse racing night for dallas and what sort of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t go to support him? she’s always so proud when she sees him out there racing on the dirt track and the confidence in his gaze gives her butterflies. she orders a shirley temple and brings a bag of books to read when it’s not one of dallas’s races. at the end to celebrate his inevitable victory they light sparklers. the hazy golden light reflects of his face and she wonders if he knows how beautiful he is.

on thursdays after he picks her up from school hang out with his friends and hers at the drive in. before they go to it though they stop at the fair where dallas wins her a pretty toy deer. she decides to name it bambi and tells dallas that it’s now their daughter so he better be nice to it. when they get to the drive in it’s a double feature showing of gidget which is one of her favourites and blue hawaii which she’s not so keen on. so after grabbing popcorn, cherry coke for her and pepsi for dallas they sit amongst his greaser friends and her soc girlfriends. by the time blue hawaii is on she’s started to get sleepy so dallas wraps his jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm and she snuggles into him clutching the deer plush.

friday’s are always parties at buck’s place and for reader it’s an excuse to dress up as pretty as possible + maybe kinda slutty for a change! beforehand dallas always steals the sickliest sweet drink he can find from a liquor store as that’s all she’ll touch. she’s also a total lightweight so the night tends to ends up one of three ways. one being that she’s so drunk that passes out and dallas has to begrudgingly tuck her into bed. another one being some jerk hits on her so dallas hits him. or both of their favourite options she doesn’t get drunk, dallas gets overwhelmed by the sight of her in that tiny dress and the two of them suspiciously disappear for the rest of the night…

saturday’s are her absolute favourite days when she can convince dallas to go to dances with her. when they first got together he said he didn’t wanna be involved with “all that soc shit” but one look at her all dolled up and the thought of how other guys might react had him shrugging on a smarter shirt and taking her to the local sock hop. he actually finds himself enjoying it as they play a lot of rock and roll that he likes and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world to get to slow dance with her at the end. afterwards they always stop at dq for greasy burgers, salty fries and creamy milkshakes. and he knows he is the luckiest guy to feel her knee press against his beneath the small table and to see her laughing so at ease.

and finally sundays are church days. her family are very devout christian’s so she’s been going since she was small. she enjoys the peace and quiet though she’s not sure if she actually believes in it all that much. and yeah maybe when her family are handing out the pie she’s made as a a sweet treat and trying to set her up with the pastor’s nerdy son she just might be creeping round the back to go make out with her boyfriend… aw young love, eh?

[obsessedvibee]

Temptress

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Austin Butler x Evelyn(reader)

Summary: Austin and Evelyn are on vacation in Hawaii and a little teasing game begins. Who can get the other to crack first?

Warnings: teasing, sex against a wall, neck squeezing? i don't wanna call it choking, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation reference, dirty talk, what's a smut story without a little awkward boner?

Words: 2.5k

Authors Note: When I tell you I had such terrible writers block when trying to come up with the scenes where they tease each other. I don't know why that was so hard for me?? But I know a lot of you were waiting for this (I've never had so many notes on a teaser before! I'm so beyond thankful but now the pressure is a thousand times more I truly hope I don't dissapoint-oh gosh) story to be put out, so alas- here it is.

As always comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me, so feel free to write your little hearts out or even message me!

But enough from me...enjoy!

The hot Hawaiian sun blanketed her body as she laid out on one of the white beach chairs. The sound of the nearby waves lapping at the sand lulled her buzzing mind. Only thoughts of her husband Austin were present. She was on vacation after all, he SHOULD be the only thing on her mind. 

Austin soon returned with two cocktails in his hands, handing the cold glass to her. She took it in her hands, the condensation dripping onto her thighs, causing goosebumps to form.

She took a generous sip, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue, the alcohol warming her throat as she swallowed.

“Mm, you’re so hired,” she moaned, taking another gulp.

He chuckled, sitting to face her on the chair beside her. “Does that mean you’ll keep me around for another night?”

A smirk danced on his lips as she pretended to consider her options. 

She eyed him through her glasses, taking in his newly toned body. He’d always been thin, but he bulked up in the last month for his upcoming role. His shoulders were more rounded and his biceps held more shape. The lines of his abs were subtle beneath his skin with a bit of hair topping the waistband of his swim shorts. Her thoughts quickly began to fill with desire. A sudden little playful idea formed in her head.

She waited until his eyes made their way back to her before swiping her tongue along the rim of the glass before going in for another gulp.

His eyebrow twitched in response.

She straightened her posture, “that’s not a very respectable thing to say to a guest, now is it?”

Beneath her confident gaze, her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth. 

He had to crack first. 

“My apologies, ma’am.” He stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing.

He didn’t miss a beat. 

He was on to her.

Let the games begin.

Although, she wasn’t sure if any kind of game had started when neither of them made a move in the last hour. But she did know she wanted to cool down and get out of the sun for a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. 

“You gettin’ hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

He sat up, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs. 

“You go ahead,” he encouraged, “I’m gonna take a quick dip before I head in.” He nodded his head towards the ocean. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back as he walked right into the water, sinking down just enough to dunk his head before walking back up to shore. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair to slick it back like he was Fabio on some cover of a romance novel.

She was eating up every second of it. 

He looked her way right as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. 

A cool shower sounded incredible. For more reasons than one.

She abruptly stood, refusing to look in his direction, already knowing he had a smirk that was awaiting her gaze. Making her way to the outdoor showers, she gratefully slipped behind the wooden paneling. 

She briefly wondered if he’d follow in behind her.

Flipping the water on, she jumped aside with a shriek as a sudden spray of freezing water hit her.

If her nipples weren’t pebbled up from a moment ago, they sure were now. 

She waited a bit hoping the water would warm some, but quickly realized there wasn’t going to be anything remotely tolerable coming out of the shower head any time soon. 

Turning the spout off, she stepped back out into the heat again, almost welcoming the warmth if it weren’t for the dried sweat that covered her skin. 

“Was that water a little too cold for you?” Austin chuckled as he toweled himself dry. 

“Straight from an iceberg- that's what that was.” She grumbled lightly, watching as his hands moved the towel over his body.

Everything’s always hotter when it’s wet.

“Is that why you’re..” he stuck his pointer fingers out from his chest, nodding to her breasts, “pokey?”

She blushed.

“Or is it just cuz of me?”

“Careful,” she warned, pausing in the doorway. 

He wanted to talk about her boobs? 

She could work with that. 

Reaching for the strings of her bikini top, she pulled them loose letting the bottom fall free. 

He visibly swallowed watching her hands, his throat bobbing.

Oh the power of a little peek-a-boob.

She turned, not able to contain her cheeky grin as she made the snap decision to rid her top as a whole, keeping her back to him as she dropped it to the floor.

“Hey, that’s not-“ he trailed off as she turned to face him with a giggle, his eyes drinking her top half in. “…fair.”

“Anything is fair game, but the first to touch the other person loses.”

He reluctantly brought his eyes back up to hers. She could almost see the tug of war that was going on in his brain of where to look.

“You were going to order dinner for us, weren’t you?” She teased, scooping up her top before beelining it for the shower. 

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It was after dinner, and he had just turned the water off for his own shower. He called her over to him from the bathroom. 

She walked over to find him with just a towel tied low on his hips, standing in front of the clouded mirror. Steam was still hanging in the air from the hot shower, adding to the mood. 

A dark new tan colored his skin from all the time spent on the beach the last few days. Her mouth almost watered as his muscles flexed beneath his skin while he spread shaving cream over his face. 

“Hi,” he greeted, a playful look in his eyes.

A nervous smile pulled at her mouth, “hi?”

“I need your help.”

She raised a brow, “with shaving?”

He nodded, patting the counter with his hand, “come sit.”

“But I can’t touch you?”

He chuckled, handing her his razor, “you’ll have to be careful then.”

She stood frozen for a moment contemplating the challenge. Not wanting to back down she hopped up on the counter, sitting tall. 

His eyes sparkled mischievously, watching as she brought the razor gently to his face. The air seemed electrified as she scooted a little closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. Pressing the blade to his skin, she made the first swipe. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration as she focused on not slicing his sensitive skin. Her arm almost shaking by the end from the exertion. 

Making the final swipe, she finally realized how close they were, feeling the exhale from his nose. She’d never craved to kiss him so badly before, she could practically feel the warmth of his lips on hers. 

She sudden feel of his towel brush against her inner thigh snapped her out of her lustful haze. Looking down she noticed she wasn’t the only one getting affected. 

She pulled away rather abruptly, quickly hopping off the sink. Straightening her shirt, she looked back at him. The tips of his ears were red, but whether that was from the shower or if he was actually blushing she wasn’t sure. 

“That doesn’t count,” he defended, clearing his throat.

“No?”

He took another towel to his face, “I can’t-“ he looked at her, “control it.”

Taking one more glance down to see the obvious sign of his arousal she was almost light headed with desire just knowing he wanted her just as much. 

She fled before she could lose control and yank him back into the bedroom.

Were there any rules against taking her own pleasure into her own hands?

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Later that night, well after the sun had set, the bonfire crackled weakly as it began to die out between them, only the moon casting a blue glow on the sand. The breeze caused a chill to shiver up her spine, and of course Austin noticed. 

“You cold?”

She reluctantly nodded.

He picked up a stick and poked around in the burnt logs trying to coax a new flame, but only a few extra sparks fluttered up into the air.

“There's some other ways we could keep warm.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could think.

He paused. “Are you forfeiting?”

Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch him.

“Is the temptation too much for you?” She quipped.

They were both fighting for their lives.

“Only ‘cause it comes from you.”

Fuck. 

Damn him and his way with words.

His eyes were like a magnet pulling her to him and she was too weak to pull away. His tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting behind her.

“If you put that towel down, I’ll take you right here.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

She bit her lip, failing to hide her smile as a new warmth spread through her veins for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” She slowly reached back for the towel, spreading it open on the sand.

She hardly had time to situate herself down before he was on her.

He hovered his lips over hers, teasing just a bit more. She could feel his breath on her lips. Every inch she moved back, he inched just as far forward. 

“Aus,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” 

“As much as I want to do this right here-“ she inhaled sharply as his lips nearly brushed hers, “-what if there’s paps?”

He pulled away with a heavy sigh.

“C’mon,” she stood, before she took off running as best as she could in the shifting sand, a laugh bubbling past her lips. She just made it past the front door when Austin's arm snaked its way around her waist, “not so fast, baby.”

Her soul cried out in joy as she felt the weight of his touch on her, his warm skin making her nerve endings sing.

He pulled her into him, his front pressed to her back, his head lowering over her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She laughed some more as his cheek brushed against hers.

“Where do you wanna do this, hm?” He spun her around.

A full grin spread across her mouth as his hands found hers, and he began to toy with their fingers.

“You wanna do this right here?”

She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when he gently pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, his forehead pressed to hers, his blue eyes swirling with lust.

Like a dam that breaks when the flood waters come, so was his desire for her, breaking through in a heavy long awaited kiss; his mouth finally devouring her own.

His hands fumbled with her shirt, his fingers almost trembling. Quickly discarding it to the floor,  his hands began to explore the newly exposed skin, earning a moan when his thumb swiped over her nipple. 

His desperation was contagious. She tugged at his shirt blindly, his mouth the only thing she could focus on.

He took a half step away to pull his shirt over his head, “tell me what you want, Ev.”

She whined, reaching for him, “Aus.”

He raised a brow with a little smirk, “hm? You’ve mentioned it before.” His fingers slotted into the belt loops of her shorts tugging her closer to his warm chest pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Take me against the wall,” she all but whispered.

“There's my good girl.”

His fingers reached down, popping the fly open on her shorts and yanking them down over her hips, landing at her feet. His cock twitched realizing she had been pantyless the whole evening. 

Ridding himself of his own shorts, he quickly hoisted her up, gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his already stiff length brushing teasingly at the inside of her thigh.

They both fumbled for a moment trying to get him in her, the angle proving to make things difficult, “put your leg down for a sec-“

Lowering her leg carefully back to the floor, freed up his hand and he quickly positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that,” she breathed as he eased in, gripping his bicep for dear life.

He gave a few slow strokes, testing the position.

Once he was sure they were stable, he hiked her thigh a little higher around his waist, spreading her open just that much more. Slotting his mouth over hers, he reached a hand up to squeeze her breast, coaxing a moan out of her. His hips began to piston faster, jolting her into the wall with each thrust. 

“Can you-“ a particularly hard thrust caused her to stutter. “A-Aus.”

His eyes darted to hers, his hips stopping. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she whined, pulling at the hairs at the bottom of his neck, “-need you deeper.”

“Shit- yeah?” He reached down, getting her to wrap her other leg back around his waist. 

A wanton moan danced in his ears from her mouth as he sunk even deeper into her, “fuck, yeah.”

He pressed her harder into the wall, hips working double time, panting heavily in her ear as he held her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. Sweat began to form across his forehead from the exertion, dampening his hair. Little groans began to fall from his mouth as their passion progressed, unable to contain it all inside.

A sudden impulse came over him and his hand reached up to her neck, squeezing gently. Her eyes widened as he locked his eyes to her, pressing their foreheads together. He slowed his thrusts, taking his time making her writhe with every push of his hips into her. 

“Baby-“ she mewled, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.

He could feel her tightening as her climax quickly  approached. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” 

She squeezed tighter with her legs, her fingers tugging harder at his hair, pulling a grunt out of his throat. 

“Give me a good one, c’mon.” 

She held her breath as her high took hold, her walls spasming around his length.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he felt her squeeze every part of him as her climax hit. He quickly fell into his own orgasm, his blue eyes rolling back. His cock spilled heavily inside of her, painting her walls white with a low moan.

As her limbs loosened, her walls continued rhythmically milking every last bit from him until he was completely soft, quickly slipping out of her as he carefully let her down.

“Just so you know,”  she said between breaths, “you lost.”

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[fatehbaz]

"The globe" and the Empire.

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By the dawn of a century christened as both the American and the geographic century, [...] European explorers and cartographers actively filled the last [apparently] remaining terrae incognitae [on their maps and globes] [...] and excited economic [...] interest [...] in near and far parts of the world and their markets. As imagined [...] in ambitious [...] projects such as the "Millionth Map" [...] in 1891, this world was deemed a sufficiently homogeneous entity […]. [A]t least among the white, free populations of various metropoles[,] […] Europeans [...] established one single imaginary of the world, [...] a meticulously surveyed global environment. [...] On the Western side of the Atlantic, on the other hand, maps and globes heralded, braced, and promoted the expansionist projects of [...] a century of national coming of age for the United States [...] [and its] spatially unsettled, globalizing empire. [...] Americans viewed maps and globes [...] as "arbiters of power" [...]. Drawing a direct line between geography and wars of empire, President McKinley, for instance, told an audience of missionaries […] that, once his prayers to God about the “Filipino question” had been answered, his first presidential order was for “the chief engineer of the War Department (our map-maker) to put the Philippines on the map of the United States” [...]. [H]oping to materialize the "global Monroe Doctrine," [...] Americans [...] needed to pay special attention [...] to those recently-made-cognita regions (such as the Philippines, Hawaii, Guam, and Puerto Rico [occupied by the US]) [...]. Americans' lives were mapped onto a cartographically known, commercially accessible, cognitively smaller world [...]. As [proclaimed in an address from 1898] [...], On our breakfast table lies each morning the toil of Europe, Asia, and Africa, [...] unseen millions, and countless myriads weave and plant for us; we have made [...] life broader by annihilating distance [...]. Americans too were eager to draw their own maps of the world, inscribing it in their own “imperial vernacular” [...].

Text by: Mashid Mayar. "What on Earth! Slated Globes, School Geography and Imperial Pedagogy". European Journal of American Studies 15-2. Summer 2020.

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Simply put, World War II made the United States a planetary presence. State Department officials furiously churned out wartime memos establishing U.S. policy - often for the first time - regarding every nation, colony, region, and sub-duchy on the map. [...] In 1898 imperial expansion had inspired new maps. The 1940s wartime expansion yielded a similar burst of cartographic innovation. [...] Life devoted a fifteen-page spread to the “Dymaxion map” [...]. More popular was the “polar azimuthal projection” perfected by the dean of wartime cartography, [R.E.H.]. [...] The map was an enormous hit, reprinted and copied frequently. [...] The U.S. Army ordered eighteen thousand copies, and the map became the basis for the United Nations logo, designed in 1945. “Never before have persons been so interested in the entire world,” gushed Popular Mechanics. [...] The world must be seen anew, the poet Archibald MacLeish wrote, as a “round earth in which all the directions eventually meet.” “If we win the war,” he continued, “the image of the age which now is opening will be the image of a global earth, a completed sphere.” That word MacLeish chose, global, was new. [...] If the last war was a world war, this one was, as Franklin Delano Roosevelt put it in September 1942, “a global war.” That was the first time a sitting president had publicly uttered the word global, though every president since has used it incessantly. For Christmas that year, George Marshall presented FDR with a five-hundred-pound globe for the Oval Office. Placed next to Roosevelt’s desk, it was comically large. It resembled the globe with which Charlie Chaplin had performed an amorous dance two years earlier in The Great Dictator, only bigger. [...] “Just as truly as Europe once invaded us, with wave after wave of immigrants, now we are invading Europe, with wave after wave […],” wrote the journalist John Hersey in 1944. Except it wasn’t only Europe. The “invasion” landed in force on every continent [...].

Text by: Daniel Immerwahr. How to Hide an Empire: A History of the Greater United States. 2019.

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The US space shuttle Endeavour maintains a British spelling because it was named after Captain James Cook’s famous ship [...]. [V]essels symbolize an empire’s use of narratives of technological progress to expand toward the “ends of the earth” in ways that naturalize dominance over the global commons [...]. Cook claimed Indigenous Pacific lands for Britain while under orders to discover and claim the famed southern continent, Terra Australis Incognita - what eighteenth-century Europeans imagined to be the ends of the earth. [...] As the Pentagon declared in 1961, the “environment in which the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marine Corps will operate covers the entire globe and extends from the depths of the ocean to the far reaches of interplanetary space” […]. Extraterritorial spaces, such as the high seas, Antarctica, and outer space, are imaginatively, historically, and juridically interconnected. Their international legal regimes […] [were] developed in the midst of the Cold War […]. [M]odern ways of imagining the earth as a totality [...] claimed for militarism […] derive from colonial histories of spatial enclosure. Denis Cosgrove [...] points to the [...] [late eighteenth-century British Empire's] encirclement of the globe through Cook's navigation of the seas, which allowed for colonial claims to expand to a planetary scale. [...] This circumnavigation in turn led to [...] establishment of Greenwich mean time as a world standard [...]. [T]his encirclement is both a spatial claim to the planet and a temporal one, in that it plots time from a British center. [...] In the memorable words of [...] McLuhan [from 1974, relating to US surveying] [...]: "For the first time the natural world was completely enclosed in a man-made container [...]." The first photograph of the earth from outer space was taken by a V-2 rocket shot from the White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico in 1946 […]. [A]n Apollonian eye, [...] the [...] photographs [...] were part of a context in which […] popular US magazines used wartime cartography in ways that naturalized militarism and empire under the guise of a unifying view of the globe.

Text by: Elizabeth DeLoughrey. "Satellite Planetarity and the Ends of the Earth". Public Culture, Volume 26, Issue 2, pages 257-280. Spring 2014.

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Keeping My Expectations Low But Here Are a Few Scenes I Can See Happening in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

1.) Beetlejuice offering his lap for Lydia to sit on during his train driving scene or her falling into his lap due to the bumpy train ride.

2.) Beetlejuice asking Lydia how someone hasn't wifed her up yet and that's when she explains that she's technically engaged/getting married in a couple of days. Cue jealous Beej scene.

3.) Beetlejuice lecherously suggesting that they have their honeymoon in Hawaii (as a sort of reference to Tim's original sequel script).

4.) During their dance, it dawns on Lydia that Beetlejuice's feelings for her are real and she says, "You don't even really know me. How can you be in love with me?" To which, Beetlejuice replies with, "Babe, how could anyone not instantly love you?"

5.) Lydia ends up choosing to save Beetlejuice from Delores, claiming "Til death do us part were our vows. His soul is not yours to take."

6.) Lydia gives Beetlejuice a kiss on the cheek (maybe after he saves her from the sandworm) and thanks him for helping her get her daughter back.

7.) So due to THAT ONE spoiler that most of us have heard, it leads me to think that Beetlejuice might have access to the living world by the end of the film, which leads me to a fun idea that Beetlejuice could star as a guest on Lydia's show.

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TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #1: ALL FIVE MEMBERS

A new story/member every Monday between September 16-October 28, 2024. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Yeonjun, Kai, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Soobin bond when they go skinny dipping in Hawaii. A scary Halloween night gets sexual when they masturbate together in the dark.

Type: VANILLA/MASTURBATION ONLY

Content: Masturbation, Outdoors

Word Count: 6,416

Members: All 5 Members of TXT

Story #1: ALL FIVE MEMBERS

It was Halloween. The five boys of TXT were in the US, Hawaii to be exact. Funny enough, not because Hueningkai was born there, but because Soobin’s childhood friend had moved there from Korea.

At the end of a fun and drunken night they dropped their costumes on a beach and went swimming. Naked. It was the first time they all saw each other in the nude, and it became a positive shared and vivid memory for them all.

On this eve – Hallows Eve – there was a party in a suburban villa. Beomgyu came up to his friend and asked, “How do you know all these people?” He felt a little out of place, but Soobin was in his element.

“After my friend left Korea I've visited loads of times,” Soobin explained. He seemed to be best friends with nearly half the kids there, and it felt good to be relatively normal for a change.

Hueningkai too was filled with an exaggerated pride to be in America. He was famously born in the island state in the Pacific. But because he was only a month old when he moved away, the ego boost he got from showing the island off to his Korean friends was perhaps a little misplaced. He had no memories and no real connection to the place.

In the late afternoon, before the party started, the boys were gathered on the upper floor of the house in which Soobin's friend now lived. A floor below, the friend's sister and her girlfriends were hanging out. Several of the boys had a crush on several of the girls, which only made the trip more exciting. Though in this story that's beside the point.

The boys talked and laughed and teased and drank while they got ready for the party. They assessed their costumes and put on their makeup. They got more than a little tipsy before the party had even begun.

Hueningkai decided to go as a skater boy. Soobin dressed up as count Dracula. Yeonjun wore a tight pink t-shirt and matching tight shorts – no one really knew what the hell he was supposed to be. Taehyun had found a Spider Man outfit, and Beomgyu was an axe murderer. It was building up to be a fun night indeed.

The party they went to was hosted by the childhood friend, but it took place in a different suburban villa at the other end of town. The sister was there too, and many friends of friends. This was before the boys got so famous that they couldn't hang out in public, at least in the US.

There was alcohol, there was dancing, and it was a blast. There was more than a little flirting going on in all kinds of directions. Beomgyu, the youngest, chatted with the same girl for most of the night, and Yeonjun in his eccentric and sexy pink outfit got more than a little attention. Soobin was all over the place and friendly with everyone.

But as the party came to an end – well past two in the morning – the boys left the house together. Alone. None of them got lucky with the opposite sex, or the same sex for that matter, and that was totally fine. It was never truly the goal anyway.

Everyone was more than happy with how the evening turned out, specifically the fact that they got to feel normal for a night. This wasn't pre-debut, after all. That in itself meant the world to them, and this became the last time ever they were able to be themselves so openly.

Yet the evening wasn't over. Drunk, full of adrenaline and endorphins, and with no work to wake up to or management to answer to, someone came up with a crazy idea. Okay, not just someone. It was Yeonjun – of course it was Yeonjun! – who came up with the idea: “Let's swim with the sharks.”

And that, my friends, brings us to what this story is really about: the time our boys went skinny dipping, and – believe it or not – actually ended up masturbating together in the dark. Yes, this really happened.

“Fuck no!” Soobin exclaimed. He was wearing a black t-shirt and pants, holding his cape and fake teeth in his hands. They walked slowly through the night on a dimly lit street.

Spider Man, aka. Taehyun, was so drunk he could hardly walk straight. He stumbled while he laughed at the idea. Beomgyu the axe murderer caught him and kept him from falling.

“Oh please, there aren't that many sharks here,” Hueningkai pointed out in a serious tone. He seemed a little offended. ”Sharks don't like humans anyway. It's a myth!”

“Yeah, but they do exist,” Yeonjun said and put on a playful, scary smile. ”It's Halloween! I'm not ready to sleep. Let's do something scary.”

Soobin snickered. “Looking at Yeonjun's outfit is scary enough,” he said. It produced laughter from several of the boys.

“I could go for a swim,” Beomgyu said while playing with his axe. “My ears are ringing. It's nice and peaceful out here. I'm not ready to sleep yet either.”

“Me too,” Hueningkai said. He was wearing baggy clothes and a beanie, tossed his skateboard on the ground and briefly rolled ahead of his friends.

“We don't have swim suits,” Soobin pointed out.

“Don't be such a parent!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “We've all seen you naked before.”

It wasn't quite true, but Beomgyu went along with it anyway. “Unfortunately,” he muttered, but no one really heard him so the joke didn't land.

“Fuck, I'm too horny to undress in front of you,” Taehyun said and adjusted the bulge of his suit. That was only partly a joke.

“The fuck?” Yeonjun said and laughed out loud. ”Is it my sexy outfit?”

“The sister…”

“Fuck you!” Soobin exclaimed. “I've known her my whole life.”

The boys all laughed, stumbling through the streets, likely awakening more than a few local residents as they made their way through an otherwise quiet neighborhood.

Soobin eventually caved in. “Fine,” he said. “I'm drunk and hot. This place is worse than Korea! Let's swim.”

“Yes!” Yeonjun exclaimed, and the boys all felt happy that the evening wasn't over. The idea of late night skinny dipping actually excited them.

The horny joke wasn't really a joke though, and Taehyun wasn't the only one to feel sexually frustrated on this night. As fun as the evening had been, landing a girl would indeed have been a major bonus.

“Fuck, maybe it's these tight clothes, but I'm horny too,” Yeonjun said.

“That girl… what was her name?” Beomgyu asked and glanced at Soobin.

“What, you don't know?” Hueningkai almost shouted. “You were clinging to her all night!”

“I don't know her name, but I've met her before,” Soobin said.

“She was freakin’ hot!” Beomgyu added.

“You ever nail her?” Yeonjun asked and smirked at his friend.

“No!” Soobin exclaimed. “I said I've met her, I don't know her!”

He had never liked how rude Yeonjun could become when he was drunk, but he couldn't help but laugh at his silly friend. Sexual frustration was an understatement.

“Truth or drink,” Taehyun said. “Have you had sex with any of the people we met today?”

“That game is over,” Soobin said to get out of answering the question. “We don't have shots anyway.”

Yeonjun unwittingly saved him. “Where do we go though?” he asked, as if he hadn't heard Taehyun’s question.

“It's an island,” Beomgyu pointed out. “Pick a direction and keep walking until we hit water.”

Again, his joke was ignored. “I know a place,” Soobin said. “There's a bay not far from here. No one will be there at this hour.”

“Great!” Taehyun said. To tease his friends he added: “Then we can all be horny together, no one will see.”

“That's not what I meant,” Soobin exclaimed and laughed again. He picked up Hueningkai's skateboard from the ground and handed it over. “But it's too shallow for sharks so we'll be safe.”

“Then what's the point?” Yeonjun asked. He was dead set on the idea of swimming in dangerous waters.

“Sorry, of course there are sharks,” Soobin lied. “Actually, I have a friend who got bitten there once. I haven't been back there since.”

“Really?” Beomgyu asked. He looked genuinely shocked.

“Yeah! He spent a week in the hospital. Lost a leg and all. It's rare, but it can happen.”

“When was this?” Beomgyu asked. The others looked at each other and giggled.

“It was actually on Halloween, three years ago today.”

Beomgyu suddenly looked sceptical. The others burst out laughing at his gullability.

“Fuck you!” Beomgyu said and laughed too. “I liked it better when we talked about your friend's hot sister.”

Soobin sneered and quickly changed the subject. “Down this way,” he said and pointed.

So, instead of turning down the street on which they stayed for the week, the boys left the suburbs behind to go to the ocean.

The silence away from the party and the city was eary. Halloween or not, the open ocean in the dark was like a black hole, a scary sight in itself. And the boys wanted to be frightened, which meant the talk of sharks never ended.

Collectively, they had built up a nightmare image in their minds. Soobin guided them down a path, through a clearing in a forest, using the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the way. But as they left the forest path behind and their shoes sank into the sand, he turned it off. They all felt a pit in their stomachs, and it was indeed a thrilling sensation. Scary.

There was a rattling sound in the tree tops as the wind had picked up slightly. Little waves kept crashing against the shore, the only sign that they had indeed reached water. The moon was out which cast a low light over the scene. As they got closer to the massive body of blackness their eyes adjusted and saw the white foam of the ocean breaking and sinking into the sand.

“Fuck, I'm scared,” Taehyun said and playfully held on to Soobin's arm. This too was only half a joke.

None of the boys were horny or thinking about sex any longer, though it was unclear if any of them actually had been, or if they were only joking among friends. They certainly had been hard a few times at the party, but that was then. The bay, the ocean, the moonlight and the thought of sharks was a different world entirely.

And, to some of them, there was an additional scary element to the whole situation. Horny or not, not everyone was comfortable with getting naked in front of the others. This was relatively early in their career after all, and though they had all seen bits and pieces in different situations, they had never undressed so openly all together.

It was true that some of them had seen Soobin in the nude in the past. He certainly wasn't shy, and now, on the beach, he was the first to take off his shoes.

Hueningkai and Beomgyu had been naked in the same room before, but not in front of the others. In dressing rooms and at the gym, they were always the first to turn around and cover their private parts.

Yeonjun and Taehyun were frequent gym buddies. They often showered side by side, in the most platonic of ways, and at one point as trainees they had playfully compared dick sizes.

Still, they did know each other well after several years of living and working closely together. And though odd as it may seem, when all was said and done they did allow this night to turn sexual.

The two eldest of the group were quick to act on the opportunity for a late night swim. Drunk, happy and not seriously scared of neither the dark nor of nudity, Soobin and Yeonjun began to undress.

Soobin pulled down his pants and took off his shirt. In only his underwear, he folded his clothes neatly and placed them on the cape which he had laid out in the sand.

Yeonjun was happy to be rid of the tight shorts and pink shirt. They had been fun, but now nudity was funnier. He too was quickly down to only his underwear.

Taehyun wasn't as quick to act. He watched his friends take off their clothes, but the thought of the scary water did seriously worry him. His heart was beating fast, and sharks occupied his mind.

He was building up his courage though, and slowly unzipped his suit. He slid it down his upper body and the blue light reflected on his slim figure and broad shoulders. It felt pretty great to be free of the tight fabric.

Regarding the sharks, he told himself that there was nothing to be afraid of at all. He knew that Kai was right about them. If he were to swim, however, someone else would have to lead.

Beomgyu took a similar slow-but-willing approach. He placed his plastic axe in the sand like he was hacking a piece of meat. When the boys got naked before his eyes, Beomgyu carefully followed by unbuttoning his shirt.

Hueningkai didn't want to appear scared, but he was. Of two things: the dark, and of revealing his body so openly. Ironically, it was the dark that finally allowed him to take off his clothes too. He felt safe in the shadows and knew that despite the moonlight the others wouldn't fully be able to see him. At least that's what he convinced himself of.

Soobin, the mature leader that he was, started walking toward the edge of the water. Yeonjun, standing in his underwear, quickly stopped him.

“Nu-uh,” he said loudly. Soobin turned around to face the sound. ”It's not skinny dipping if you're not naked.”

“Are you serious?” Soobin asked and laughed.

“Yeah! Come on, it's part of the fun. Take those off!”

Soobin grinned. He wasn't against the idea of being completely naked, but he had assumed they'd all at least keep their underwear on.

Taehyun and Beomgyu didn't think much of it, but Hueningkai's heart suddenly sank. He knew he was being silly, but he really wasn't comfortable in his own skin. The idea of being seen naked genuinely worried him.

Yeonjun pressed on though, and Soobin finally adapted to the situation. Standing a distance away from the boys, a grin still on his face, he slid his underwear down and kicked them off. He picked them up and threw them in the general direction of his cape.

The boys all glanced at his dick, or at least the direction of where it would be. They could see the silhouette of Soobin's tall body, but not the details on it.

Soobin quickly turned around again and dipped his feet in the water. “Hey, it's actually quite nice!” he exclaimed.

It certainly wasn't warm, but the alcohol in their blood and the hot air around them made it warm enough. They were all still sweaty from the party and all the dancing, and cooling down in the ocean felt like an enticing relief.

Yeonjun was next to follow. He carelessly kicked his underwear in the sand and came running after his friend. Soobin produced a high-pitched scream when water splashed up his legs.

Taehyun stood fully naked in the sand, observing his friends. If they could overcome the thought of sharks, he would too. He was determined to. But not quite yet. His mind still couldn't grasp the idea of why the hell they wanted to subject themselves to such a heart pounding danger. And so, he just stood there, dick dangling between his legs, not moving a muscle.

Beomgyu, who like Kai wasn't keen on getting naked, had overcome his fears though. Seeing Soobin with his ass out, ankle deep in water, and Yeonjun run ahead and suddenly throw himself into the sea with a happy scream and a big splash, put him at ease. If everyone was getting naked, he wasn't going to chicken out.

He calmly walked to the water. Taehyun finally followed. Soon, four young men were bathing naked together in the dark, and only Hueningkai remained.

“Come on, get in here!” Soobin encouraged him.

“What's the matter? Got a boner or something?” Yeonjun asked.

“Alright,” Kai said, and finally took his pants off. He made up his mind and eventually joined his friends.

The five naked men splashed around, pushed each other, laughed and played. Things actually got quite physical.

Until they stopped. The water suddenly calmed, and a new silence surrounded the scene.

They stopped talking and laughing, and each enjoyed how calm things were around them. The rush of alcohol was settling and the water felt great as they rocked up and down in gentle waves.

Beomgyu took a few long strokes to swim further out, and challenge his fears even more than he already was. But when all he could see was a massive black wall in front of him, he regretted the decision and hastily turned back. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a panic attack.

The fear was quickly erased when Yeonjun gave him something else to think about. He interrupted the quiet and serene experience of floating in the ocean at night, fully nude and surrounded by friends, when he decided to make another joke.

And this, my friends, is the moment you've all been waiting for: the moment this fun and thrillingly scary evening with friends became sexual. Though there was no actual sex involved, the five boys went as far together as they ever would.

“Look!” Yeonjun said and grinned. The boys all turned in his general direction.

At first they didn't know what they were supposed to look at. Yeonjun was floating on his back, facing the stars, an arm slowly making circles in the water to keep his body from sinking.

“The fin of a shark!” he clarified when he didn't get a reaction.

Taehyun, who was closest to him, was the first to react. When his eyes focused on the right spot in the low moonlight he finally saw it, and his brain eventually caught on.

At an arm’s length from Yeonjun's floating face, just below his stomach, something poked straight up out of the water. Yeonjun moved his entire body to make the shark fin glide along the surface, as if it would make the image more obvious to his friends.

For a second, because he hadn't yet seen anything, Beomgyu's heart stopped. He was genuinely scared. Was there really a shark around them? He could no longer feel the bottom of the sea and once again he felt like a panic attack was coming.

But the terrible feeling stopped when Taehyun burst out laughing. “Oh my god!” Taehyun exclaimed and swam away from his friend. “You're crazy!”

“What?” Soobin asked when he still couldn't figure out what was going on in the darkness around him. “Oh,” he added when Yeonjun swam backwards past him, and he finally spotted the tip and shaft of Yeonjun's hard dick poking out of the water.

Hueningkai too bust out laughing. If anything, Yeonjun's silly antics made him feel less uncomfortable about being naked himself.

When Beomgyu finally spotted the dick, his fear was replaced with another kind of excitement. Perhaps it was the relief he felt after the shock and fear his mind had just gone through that caused him to react irrationally. Or maybe it was the girl he had spent most of the night with.

Whatever the case, when he spotted Yeonjun's hard dick floating around, he immediately swam up to his friend and grabbed it.

Yeonjun quickly stopped circling and hid his lower body under the surface. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed. He let his body sink and splashed around with his arms to protect himself. “What are you doing? Don't touch it!”

Beomgyu let the shaft go as it disappeared. “What?” he said with a grin. “Kai said they're friendly.”

“They are,” Hueningkai confirmed and laughed. Even Yeonjun, who had been violated by his friend, couldn't help but giggle.

And, when the surprise settled, he realized that someone touching his hard dick in the dark actually felt nice. He was incredibly horny, the situation was exciting, and if Beomgyu could joke like that, he was more than happy to play along.

“Alright,” he said and let his lower half resurface. “You can pet it.”

But Beomgyu, who had realized how awkward, wrong and totally embarrassing his action had been, was no longer keen.

“What, you actually want me to?” he asked. His face was turning red but of course no one could see that in the dark. “I was only joking!”

“It felt good,” Yeonjun admitted. Like Soobin, he never thought nudity – or sex – was something to be ashamed of.

Taehyun genuinely loved the whole thing as it played out in front of him. He too was surprised by Beomgyu's actions, but just like the idea of swimming with sharks was thrilling, so was the idea of his friends touching each other sexually. It was dangerous – it could potentially break their friendship just as easily as it could bring them closer – and that feeling of doing something forbidden excited him.

“Come on, do it!” he encouraged, partly as a way to tease his friends, partly because it secretly turned him on too.

“Yeah, pet the shark,” Kai concurred. He had been subjected to peer pressure himself just moments ago, and maybe he wanted to draw attention away from himself.

Yeonjun smiled in the dark and moved his arms to bring his floating body closer to Beomgyu. Beomgyu, who was genuinely curious, was thinking fast. When the dick approached him in the water, his instincts took hold of him again and he reached out for it.

Yeonjun closed his eyes and moaned. Soobin, Taehyun and Hueningkai laughed nearby. Beomgyu kicked his legs to stay above the surface, but stopped breathing as he wrapped his fingers around Yeonjun's shaft.

“Ohh,” Yeonjun repeated. “Oh yeah, the shark likes it.”

The boys couldn't hold it together. The laughter was so loud anyone living near the beach could surely hear them.

“Careful, or he'll come on you,” Soobin joked.

Yeonjun was surprisingly fast to respond: “Yeah, I might.”

This was too far for Beomgyu, who quickly let go and retracted the hand, causing splashes and waves around him as he moved.

“No, don't stop,” Yeonjun pleaded and repeated: “The shark likes it.”

“What, you want me to jerk you off?” Beomgyu asked and put on a disgusted expression. He laughed, and no one really knew if it was out of enjoyment or nervousness. As fun and sexually exciting as they all found the whole thing, they were nervous about going too far in the eyes of their friends. They all wondered what the others were thinking in this moment.

“Yeah,” Yeonjun almost whispered and swam closer still. He offered no explanation or reasoning for why it would be okay.

Beomgyu hesitated. He had actually gotten hard himself but was naturally afraid to reveal the fact. He was drunk and this was all in good fun, but he didn't want to give the others an opportunity to laugh at him.

Yeonjun's confidence and encouragement inspired him though. He finally reached out and grabbed the make-belief shark fin for the third time.

At this point, everyone was holding their breaths. Suddenly all of the boys stopped laughing and the atmosphere in the air shifted. Everyone stared wide-eyed and in anticipation at Beomgyu and Yeonjun.

Floating slowly close together, their eyes met. Beomgyu started moving his hand, gently caressing the shaft. Then he moved his own pelvis closer to his friend, and the back of Yeonjun's hand brushed against his boner.

“Oh?” Yeonjun said and smiled wide. He grabbed Beomgyu's shaft under the surface.

By now, everyone around them was horny as fuck. You could blame the alcohol, the nudity, the thrill and safety of the dark ocean, that the evening was an unusual situation to begin with, or the boys’ vivid imagination. Reality was probably a mix of everything. But the truth is, there was not a soft dick in the bay, and all five boys thoroughly enjoyed what was going on.

At the sight of his friends pleasuring each other, Soobin reached down and grabbed his own cock. He stood up and found a good footing, water reaching to his chest. Taehyun and Kai looked at each other and giggled, but quickly returned their gaze to Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

What finally tipped things over, and took the whole situation from spontaneous and uncertain fun to a literal sex act, was what Taehyun said next: “Fuck, that's hot.”

They had all been thinking it. They all liked what they were seeing, not necessarily in a gay way but due to human nature and the effects of physical, sexual touch. A barrier had been broken down, and all five were willing to join for the sake of a thrilling orgasm. Their friendship had just reached a whole new level.

“Ahh,” Soobin moaned softly, alerting everyone to the fact that he was jerking off in the water.

“I can't reach the bottom,” Hueningkai said and swam closer to shore. When he found his footing, he stood with his shoulders above the surface, mouth half open, and his arm reaching into the sea while moving slowly as he pleasured himself.

Soobin stood a short distance away from him. Taehyun joined them and looked on in amazement. Yeonjun and Beomgyu kept treading water while stroking each other.

“I can't keep this up,” Beomgyu eventually said, and Yeonjun quickly understood. Without letting go of Beomgyu's cock, he swam backwards toward their friends.

Soon, all five were standing chest deep, glancing at each other's silhouettes in the moonlight, while pleasuring themselves or, in Yeonjun and Beomgyu's case, each other. When the two didn't stop touching each other, Soobin and Taehyun shared a look.

Soobin was the one to take initiative. He pushed through the water to get closer when Taehyun nodded. He smiled at his friend while reaching down, and without a word grabbed Taehyun's cock.

Yeonjun saw what was happening, and he caught Kai's glance, who was now the only one without a partner. “Come here,” he said softly.

Hueningkai was quick to comply. He swam up to his friends, and Yeonjun quickly touched his dick and stroke it.

“Holy shit,” Beomgyu said when the three of them were close together in a circle.

Soobin and Taehyun wanted in on the action. They moved closer to the circle and added themselves to it.

As they found their comfort and rhythm, the circle became whole. Each man with a dick in their hand, one that wasn't their own. None of them said a word. None of them were thinking straight. No one was laughing any longer.

This was truly an unexpected and unbelievable situation to them all, but they were also all surprisingly happy about it. Maybe they would regret it tomorrow when the reality of what they had done settled, but in this moment no one regretted a thing.

They rocked up and down in the gentle waves, and occasionally glanced at each other with their mouths half open. Yeonjun began to pant audibly. Soobin closed his eyes and started jerking Taehyun faster. Kai felt a great sensation rush to his groin as someone – he wasn't quite sure who – pleasured him. He held on tighter around Beomgyu's shaft.

“Oh yeah,” Soobin suddenly moaned. “Fuck!”

This is insane! they all thought. And awesome.

Soobin's words were an immense turn-on. Hands started moving faster still, water splashing gently around them.

Yeonjun let out a loud groan. “Ahh,” he said and grimaced, though none of his friends could make out the look on his face.

Beomgyu could feel it though, as Yeonjun's body shook and his hip pressed forward into his hand.

“Ahhh!” Yeonjun repeated, and instantly everyone knew what was happening. The shark had attacked.

Beomgyu quickly let go of the shaft. “Did you just come?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Ahh, yeah!” Yeonjun said with a big grin on his face.

“Ugh, disgusting!” Beomgyu exclaimed and swam away from the sperm he now knew was all around him.

Soobin laughed. “What did you think would happen?”

No one else had a problem with it, or at least they didn't show any signs of it. In fact it only made them eager to come too. They kept on stroking each other faster.

Hueningkai, however, let go of Beomgyu's shaft and grabbed his own. Soobin's hand moved away from him when Kai took over, and started focusing on himself too. The others followed, and soon everyone had their hands between their own legs.

Soobin was next to come. He grimaced excessively in the dark and panted heavily, not at all ashamed to unload in front of his friends. It wasn't as if they could see anything anyway.

Hueningkai too was close, but he struggled. He held his breath, still somewhat ashamed to show himself and a little shocked by what they were doing. The deep water also made it harder for him to climax.

Beomgyu beat him to it. He felt like being funny and suddenly swam on his back and allowed his shaft to appear above the surface, just as Yeonjun’s had earlier.

“Look,” he said while stroking his cock as fast as he could. His breathing was strained and shallow as he kept his face clear of the water. He jerked himself as fast as he could while kicking his legs to stay afloat. “A wh… A whale,” he moaned when he orgasmed.

Everyone stared at the cock, as Beomgyu came and shot his load in the air.

“A sperm whale,” Soobin joked and they all laughed.

Only Hueningkai and Taheyun, who had stayed oddly quiet, remained. “Need help?” Soobin asked.

“I can’t do it in the water,” Kai admitted.

“Me neither,” Taehyun said. “I think I’m done.”

“No way,” Yeonjun said. He had come down from his own orgasm and started swimming closer to shore. “We’ve come. You have to as well.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Kai said, but the others wouldn’t let him off the hook. Soobin, who had been the one who pleasured Kai before they started focusing on themselves, swam closer and grabbed Kai’s cock a second time.

“SHARK!” Beomgyu suddenly exclaimed, and it startled everyone. In a real panic, he started flailing his arms and kicking his feet, to follow Yeonjun to shore as fast as he could.

The panicked reaction rubbed off. Suddenly everyone was fleeing for their lives, and all five hearts started racing. Adrenaline pumped as they all became genuinely terrified.

Water splashed around them. Hueningkai, who was slower to react, fell behind, and he freaked out when he realized no one was between him and the black wall behind them.

In shallower waters, they all stood up and started running. On dry land, they turned around and stared wide-eyed across the ocean.

“Where?” Soobin asked while his heart settled down.

“It was behind me,” Beomgyu said.

“Are you sure?” Yeonjun asked. He was suddenly skeptical when his heart calmed itself.

“Yes!” Beomgyu almost shouted. He turned his head back and forth in an attempt to spot something and prove that he was right. A fin, the water breaking, any hint that he had in fact seen what he thought he had seen. “I mean… I think so.”

Soobin started giggling. As they stood side by side on the beach, looking out across the water, they all did.

“Your mind is playing tricks on you,” Hueningkai said and laughed out loud. He wasn’t hard any longer as the scare had pushed his blood back to his brain.

Taehyun, however, still was, and Soobin was the first to notice his cock pointing straight out. “I do see another fin though,” he said calmly and smiled wide.

What the hell are we doing? Kai wondered in silence. Is this normal? Are we nuts?

Taehyun caught Soobin's stare and giggled. Yeonjun took a step forward and turned around to observe the naked men lined up in front of him. His soft dick swung from side to side.

“Come on,” he said with a naughty grin. “There’s no shark. And if there was we’re safe now. So, we wanna see you come.”

This isn't normal at all! Hueningkai concluded. But the others didn't seem to care if it wasn't.

Now, exposed on the beach, the situation felt much different though, compared to in the water. Less safe, or as if the time in the water hadn't been real life. They were in fact completely naked, horny so openly in front of their friends, and they had literally been jerking each other off. The reality of the situation suddenly started setting in for several of them. No one had expected or ever wished for the night to take this turn.

But it did, and all who had finished wanted Taehyun and Hueningkai to do the same. Taehyun was still hard, desperate to release, not ashamed the way Hueningkai was, and was quick to resume the stroking of his cock.

Hueningkai kept hesitating, but Soobin wouldn’t let it go. He returned to his friend, grabbed his dick, and never wiped the smile of his face.

No one said a word when he started rubbing Kai’s shaft. Kai let him, but he wasn’t smiling. If Soobin was okay with this, he was too. It felet incredible. He suddenly became determined to orgasm, as if it was a challenge and a matter of pride.

Taehyun looked at the pair while pleasuring himself. Beomgyu, who still felt certain he had seen something, altered between staring at the ocean and Soobin’s naked body towering next to their youngest member.

Yeonjun took a step closer. “Come on,” he said, while smiling softly at Kai. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Think of someone hot from the party or something.”

“Why are you so into this?” Beomgyu asked suspiciously, referring to Yeonjun and Soobin. But he kept an eye on the ocean, and no one responded to his question.

Hueningkai took Yeonjun’s advice. He closed his eyes, leaned a little forward while Soobin jerked him faster, and allowed his mind to wander.

Yeonjun took another step closer and put an arm on Kai’s back. Gently, he stroked and squeezed his friend's wet skin, looking up and down the full length of his body. For a moment it took Kai out of it, but then he started pretended that it was the warm hands of a sexy woman that were touching him.

Taehyun had gone quiet again. He stood in the sand and watched the scene unfold, and never took his hand off his own crotch. He squeezed, stroke and rubbed himself in silence, showing no signs of either like or dislike to what his friends were doing.

“Ahh, I’m gonna come!” Hueningkai suddenly announced. He hunched forward even further, and Soobin jerked him a little faster. Yeonjun grinned beside him and his hand never left Kai's body.

“Ahh,” Kai repeated. His pelvis thrust forward, Soobin’s hand slid all the way down to the root, and Kai abruptly came in the sand. “Ahh, fuck!”

The orgasm felt amazing. With two sets of hands and all eyes on him, and a beautiful girl in his thoughts, Hueningkai no longer felt any sense of shame or regret. The cum dripped out of him, dotting the dry sand while Soobin made sure his arm steered clear of it.

Taehyun behind them orgasmed in complete silence. He held his breath and showed no signs of coming except a slight tensing of his muscles. Standing broad-shouldered and wide-legged, he too shot his load in the sand.

When he released, his breathing became deep and audible. Beomgyu caught his eyes and giggled. Yeonjun looked over Soobin’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of their friend.

Soobin let go of Kai’s shaft. He kept on smiling and looking down between Kai’s legs, to witness the result of his efforts.

Suddenly, however, several of the boys felt weird about the whole thing. The fright of the alleged shark sighting was gone. They had gotten used to the dark and quiet surroundings. The alcohol had started to leave their soaked, naked bodies. Having released already, the sexual arousal went away and blood returned to their heads.

What the hell did we just do? several of them thought. But none of them said a word about it.

Instead, Soobin quietly started walking back to his cape. Taehyun and Beomgyu, who had locked eyes, both started giggling. And Yeonjun removed his hand from Kai’s back while smiling wide, as if helping his friend come was some sort of triumphant achievement.

“We better get home or my friend will worry,” Soobin said.

“Yeah,” Hueningkai agreed. He straightened his body and checked out the spots of sperm in the sand before he left it behind on the beach.

“It was a great party,” Beomgyu said. For the first time since they made it to land, he turned his back on the ocean.

“Scary, but fun,” Yeonjun agreed.

“I’m so tired,” Taehyun said. As they started walking he couldn’t help but take a peak at the naked bodies around him, though unlike before it suddenly felt wrong to do so.

“Me too,” Soobin agreed.

“Hey guys,” Yeonjun said. “I love you. I had a really good time today.”

Several of the others nodded in a silent agreement. These were their best friends, and on this night they felt closer than ever before. There were no secrets between them.

It would be weeks before any of them brought up what they had done on the beach in Hawaii. But at the end of the day they were happy, and the events that unfolded during their trip became a pleasant shared memory.

With time they spoke openly and fondly about their time at the beach, and frequently joked about that night. No one regretted what they had done even for a second, and secretly several of them would have liked to do it again. They never did.

A smut story for each individual member will be published every Monday from September 23 to October 21 (2024). Please look forward to them 😉🍆💦