#beach fic

[altrodent]

Summer Boy

Pairing: Waterboy X Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: Use of waterboys real name, Slight swearing, change in POV’s, mostly just fluff with some kissing, and established friendship. Very Lazily proofread.

Summary: You and your favorite helpful hero spend a small evening at a beach together. 💧

A/N: hey… it’s been like forever. I’m not gonna keep making promises of more writing, but I’m happy to be making fics again. I’ve been busy and lord knows I’m just as lonely as the last time I wrote so… here u go! (Also, PS, if it wasn’t obvious. I LOVEEE Waterboy.)

The beach, a place to go to relax, meditate, and connect with some of natures finest works. It’s also a place where you first get to finally connect with your one and only- Waterboy. Your hero, saving grace, basically every cute name you could think of, that was just him all over.

You really didn’t think about it, but you’ve never seen him out of suit, nor have you gotten close to him- at least in the way you’ve wanted. He’d always come up with an excuse ‘I- I don’t- don’t wanna get your outfit a-all drenched!’ And if you brushed that off, he’d turn to the good old ‘I- I have to go! Sorry!’

He couldn’t escape it this time, but he’s been yearning, praying for contact. And with you? How could he pass it up. The only problem? As soon as he saw you in your bathing suit, all of Robert Robertson’s confidence training disappeared instantly. With that gone, in came the heavy breathing and stuttering, which was still cute in an odd way.

“Hey, Herm! You made it!” You waved him down, though it wasn’t really necessary as you glowed brighter than the sun… and the sun was blazing, telling by the pink already rising on his skin.

“Y-yeah, I… I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Y-you- you look- yeah… uhm- you look gor-great-! Wonderful!” He stuttered out, nervously wiping a hand over his mouth as he internally regretted having said anything at all. You simply smiled, moving in to hug him before he stepped away “Still no hug?”

He shook his head “n-no…” he put his bags down before his smile grew more “I need to put on sunscreen- but- I- this… this sounds weird, but I’d prefer it if you got in the water first. So I know I didn’t… I dunno, mess up something like always.”

“Herm.”

“Y-yeah?”

“We’re at the beach. I’m gonna get wet either way.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

You chuckled, but reluctantly you headed for the water, sneaking a few peaks back at him. Seeing him now out of his suit and in his cute little swim trunks warmed your heart. And it would be lying to say he wasn’t checking you out as well, but not in a creepy way- he rather adored everything about you, and seeing you in the bathing suit let him see more of you.

He stood by the shore line waiting for his sunscreen to dry as you stood in hip-deep water. “I’d complain… but I don’t want you to get sunburn, and I’m practicing patience.” He chuckled “my timer s-says I only have… uh- two more minutes.” You nodded waiting it out, asking about his day and vice versa- even though you saw each other the day prior. You are both so oblivious to the fact that you live rent free in his head as he is in yours, but then again, it wouldn’t be love if everything was spelt out.

His timer went off, and the song was familiar. It wasn’t one of Prisms, but it was a song you sent him. It seems your taste has really rubbed off on him (I could make a funny joke here, but I won’t- I’m better than that… not.)

He took a deep breath before smiling at you, moving into the water quickly and clumsily, which you could only blame on his tall and thin figure that you adored. As soon as the ocean around you two slowly reached up to your elbows through tides, he almost lunged through the water, wrapping his hands ever so delicately around you, like you’d break if he held you too tight- or like you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you at all.

The gesture was heart melting, and you’d be damned if you didn’t return his hug. As your arms curled up and held onto him, he let out a quiet hum. It was contentment, a soft sound that was followed by slightly less soft squeeze. “H-hey?” He called in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, Hermy?” He shuddered at the nickname. The team knew his name, but only you called him that, it was special to him.

“D-don’t… don’t let me go.” He whispered, burying his face into your neck, the plastic of his goggles gently rubbing against your partly wet hair.

The two of you just stood there for a while, a metaphorical wave of bliss washing over you two like never before. Your legs tangled under the surface, it’s a lovely feeling. The feeling of being one with someone, and especially with someone who loves you more than you could possibly imagine.

“Everyday I thank Robert for putting me on the team… if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.” His words flowed with such succulent sincerity, your heart felt like it was going to rise straight from your chest.

Unsure of how it happened, a kiss made its way from your lips to his temple, a quiet whimper of relief leaving his chest. He didn’t care if it was embarrassing, or awkward, he’s never had someone to hold onto- not in the way you do. “Y-You always ask me for hugs when you’re perfectly dry… don’t you get- worry about getting all… wet?”

You shook your head “I’ve told you a million times Hermy, I don’t mind at all. I just can’t believe it’s taken you this long.” Though you teased, he took the matter seriously- maybe more than necessary, “I just wanted everything to be- be perfect.”

“Perfect for what?”

He froze his head tilting only slightly as he took in more of your scent to calm himself. “I wan- would- would like and app-appreciate it if… maybe… we could go out and do something with me some time.”

Tilting your head in confusion, you responded “Aren’t we doing something right now?” He chuckled softly, finding your answer sweet, but admittedly it made his job harder as he had to spell it out.

“I- I mean… would you… please go out with me!” He pulled back, his hands holding onto your upper arms as he does so, neck craning downward to meet your gaze. With a couple of blinks it finally clicked, and you giggled excitedly “like… a date? Just the two of us?” Herman nodded in equal excitement, “w-what do you think?”

Water clung to your hands as you reached up and held his face. “I’ve waited for too damn long to hear you say those words.” Before you could do anything, he quickly “runs” back to shore- as fast as he can in water “HEY-?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” You called out confused

“I need to go get ready! I have a lot of planning for our date, I must away!” He quickly grabbed his bag and suit that laid on top “But-!” “IGOTTAGO,LOVEYOU,BYE!”

His words came out quicker than anticipated, but instead of apologizing he kept running. Internally, both of you were absolutely screaming with joy. He got the date he always wanted, and you’ve finally gotten to hear those sweet words you’ve begged for.

And more than that- you finally got that hug. A wins a win.

[choccosillys]

hii! can i request dazai with a reader who's kind of an amateur photographer? like just someone who films him with a digicam sometimes to remember. :)

hi sweetheart!! i took this and ran with it while listening to august by taylor swift

since it's the end of summer and the song just gave me major nostalgic beach vibes, i wanted to write smth like that! ive never had a digital camera so i hope i didn't write anything inaccurate! i only have a polaroid camera but these are terrible at taking proper photos outside, soooooo

it's fluffy bc i like fluffy dazai,,, as angsty and sad as his tragic being is, i like to think of happy moments with him <33 hopefully this is something you'd enjoy!

more under the cut!

═══════★˙⋆˙⟡ ̟ summer smile.

The salt air tickled your nostrils each time you breathed in. The slight sting, though, was worth it when the view was this gorgeous — the vast expanse of the blue water in front of you stretched out like a blanket, covering the space in front of you. The salt crystals in your hair looked like glitter and the breeze kept trying to steal your straw hat; it was more than perfect. Your fingers fumbled with your trusted companion, slick with residual sea water. You should have wiped your hands on your towel before reaching for your cam, shielded from the beaming sun in your beach bag, yet you always forgot to do so in the heat of the moment.

You'd snuck it there when everyone was too busy arguing about the destination, back when your work holiday had only been but a dream. Recently, you'd found yourself recording moments and pieces of the people around you when you least expected it — the subjects of your newest hobby had zero clue when you'd pull your memories-recorder, even though they were pretty much seasoned detectives at this point. Except Atsushi. Poor Atsushi still had a long way to go. 

The camera's focus pinned on a bandaged creature half-buried in the sand, just across from you. Through the tiny screen you watched the scene unfold but your finger pressed Record before you could even think twice about it. There, surrounded by a very enthusiastically focused Atsushi and a particularly agitated Kunikida, Dazai found himself in a pickle. Or, at least, you'd have believed so had he not looked this damn pleased with himself. Even the camera, from this far away, could pick up the pure glee on his face. Your ears caught snippets of the words spilling out his mouth, but your camera missed nothing: the way Atsushi's open shirt fluttered in the breeze, speckled with sand, the way Kunikida’s biceps strained with the urge to throttle Dazai or scold him for already ruining the Agency’s short-lived vacation, and the special appearance of Ranpo's hair at the edge of the screen. 

“—Kunikida-kun, of course burying someone in the sand is beneficial for their skin! Think about all the birds in—”

You didn't hear the rest. Not because Dazai stopped yapping, but because you were too focused on capturing the warm moment. The suicidal maniac, of course, had tried to use this as an opportunity to coerce Atsushi into burying his head under the sand but Atsushi was used to his mentor’s eccentricities at this point. Still, even the weretiger looked twisted between complying with Dazai to shut him up or just to make him stop fucking with Kunikida.

The sun painted Dazai's hair in that special golden summer hue, the sand clung to his bandaged neck, and you swore you saw Dazai laugh with the whole of his heart when the tide slapped against Kunikida's back out of nowhere. It was a sight for sore eyes, to say the least — the man rarely laughed this sincerely. You could count on one hand the amount of times Dazai's laugh hadn't sounded… empty. Had it not been for your digicam, you would have never been able to relive this moment over and over again that night, under the thin covers of the hotel bed by the beach. 

Other moments you loved to capture certainly made for a fun beach vacation montage: Yosano dropping her ice cream on the way to the beach bar, then stealing Ranpo's just to make him whine and have Dazai share his with the older detective; Kyouka and Kenji building a sandcastle only for Demon Snow to accidentally cleave it with her katana (Dazai swooped in with a hand ruffling Kyouka's hair to nullify Demon Snow and then rebuild the castle ten times faster than the two teens had); Kunikida and Fukuzawa tanning under the sun, only for Kunikida to get tan lines spelling SCHEDULE on his chest because Ranpo and Dazai thought it would be hilarious. Every time Dazai stirred the pot, you were there to catch it. The sound of the waves in the background, the blurry quality of some of the shots, the genuine, unburdened laughter of Tanizaki and Naomi splashing each other with water and then turning on Dazai the moment they spotted him near them. It was a mosaic of nostalgia yet to bloom in your heart whenever you looked back on these moments. 

But your favorite clip was neither of these, nor the time Dazai chased you around the beach with seaweed and devilish ambitions. Your favorite moment came wrapped in the soft cocoon of a shared hotel room, the glow of a side lamp, the breeze sneaking in through an open window, and the distant lapping of waves mixing with the turning of book pages. Your camera caught a moment you'd sell your soul to pin inside your memory. 

Dazai was sitting in the armchair by the open window in nothing but that disgustingly green pineapple shirt, a set of fresh bandages, and shorts redder than Chuuya's temper. His hair was fluffy, salt crusted and soft, strands occasionally lifting in the air whenever the breeze decided to caress him. His eyes, ever so in tune with everything around him, had lines around the corners from the exertion the day had presented. But, even through the camera's pixelated screen, you could see it: his smile held the kind of warm exhaustion only a good day at the beach could bring. 

You didn't remember when the camera had slipped from your fingers and landed on the mattress beneath you. Nor did you recall with clarity when your eyelids had begun to grow so heavy. 

But Dazai did. 

He'd watched you watch him through the lenses, even if his eyes had been glued to that boring chapter of Great Expectations — the replacement book for The Complete Guide to Suicide, just for this particular vacation. Closing the book with utmost care, he placed it on the side table next to the armchair. As he lifted up from his seat, the old furniture gave a sigh of relief, lost under the creak of the floorboards as the bandaged man moved to the side of his bed. His eyes tracked the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted just so with each slow breath, and the blink of that little red dot on your camera's darkened screen. 

The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat beside you. Dazai's fingers plucked the camera from the mattress and angled it at you, zooming in on the flutter of your eyelashes. Then, the tiny screen showed a blurry motion as he panned it to himself. Right before he pressed Stop, the last frame of the clip showed a sneak peek at the sight you'd fallen asleep to: 

The soft curve of an unguarded summer smile.  

[friendofcarlotta]

Destiel spice prompt! This is how it works: you can write or draw about it, needs to feature the location and situation and focus on the body part. Can be explicit or highly suggestive, a fic drabble or a meta/headcanon post. Let's have fun!

Location: the beach

Body part: knuckles or upper arm

Situation: someone is confident about something they shouldn't be

Being in love is different from just being attracted to someone. Obviously. This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, especially Dean, who's been attracted to plenty of people in his life and been in love with a few. Cassie comes to mind, as well as a few other "almost, maybe"s like Robin and Lee and Lisa and Benny. With attraction, he appreciates a nice chest, a good ass, the heft and salt-skin taste of.. well, you know. The usual stuff. With Cas it's all of that, but also... his knuckles, with the little scars on them that Cas chose not to heal, as a reminder of things he thinks he can't afford to forget. The little patch of gray at his left temple that grows a little more each day because Dean once said he liked it and Cas probably thought he wouldn't notice if it got a bit bigger. (He noticed.) Right now, it's Cas' toes, sticking out of the stretch of beach sand in front of them and wiggling restlessly because Cas doesn't like the gritty texture of sand but puts up with it for Dean's sake, and the strong curve of his upper arm, where there's a new freckle right above his elbow. Dean leans down to kiss it. "What was that for?" Cas asks him, surprised but not displeased. "New freckle," Dean explains. "I hadn't kissed it yet. Thought I'd fix that." Cas smiles at him, and Dean gains a new appreciation for the little patch of skin at the top of his nose that wrinkles when he smiles especially hard. In a minute, he'll race Cas to the water so they can wash off the sand grit on his skin. For now, he kisses that bit of nose and feels the way it scrunches up against his lips.

[rimzaaa]

Beach

Oneshot!

Pairing: Lee Byunghun x Wife!Reader

Summary: Byunghun surprises his wife with a dreamy beach picnic at sunset, fulfilling a wish she once shared. Full of laughter, playful chasing, and soft kisses, it’s a perfect evening of love and warmth.

Warnings: It's purely romantic and fluffy so basically no warning except the age gap.

Author's Note: Tbh, I just poured my manifestation into words. I really want a day like this in my life!

Words Count: 1423

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"Hurry up, sweetheart!" Byunghun’s voice echoed through the apartment, laced with a playful impatience. “We’ll miss the sun if you keep changing your earrings and sunglasses every two minutes!”

From the bedroom, you groaned dramatically, “You still haven’t told me where we’re going! How am I supposed to know if it’s earrings or sunglasses?”

“I said beach vibe, didn’t I?” he called back, a smile tugging at his lips. “That should narrow it down.”

You peeked around the door frame, barefoot, holding two sundresses—one white, one floral. He looked up from tying his shoes and gave a long, appreciative glance. “White. Definitely the white.”

Moments later, the two of you stepped into the golden afternoon sunlight—he in a breezy linen shirt, partly unbuttoned, with khaki shorts and dark sunglasses that somehow made him look both relaxed and impossibly handsome.

You, in your flowing white dress, your sandals in hand as you skipped toward the car, hair tied back with a silk scarf. You kept nudging him on the way to the car, trying to sneak hints out of him, but he only smirked and tapped the steering wheel with rhythmic confidence.

“Is it far?”

“Nope.”

“Are we meeting someone?”

“Nope.”

“Will I love it?”

“I hope so,” he said, casting a side glance at you, soft and sincere.

A few years ago, no one would've guessed you'd end up here—married to Lee Byunghun, Korea’s most admired actor. You were younger than him, yes, but your connection had defied age, distance, and industry gossip. You met him on a quiet film set, your first day as a makeup assistant, and while everything about him had intimidated you—his experience, his aura, his fame—he’d been the first to smile and ask your name.

Since then, life had been a whirlwind—flashes of cameras, long nights waiting for him to come home from shoots, and quiet mornings where he made you coffee just the way you liked it. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always real.

Lately, though, he’d been gone more than usual—films, promotions, scripts piling on his schedule. You didn’t complain, but he noticed. And today, he’d made a silent vow to give you something you hadn’t had in a long time: undivided attention.

A surprise just for you.

By the time the car rolled to a stop, the sky had already begun melting into soft hues of amber and rose gold. The sea breeze swept in the moment he opened your door, the distant crash of waves greeting you like an old friend.

Y/n stepped out, squinting toward the shore… and your breath caught.

There, nestled on the smooth sand near the edge of the water, was a perfectly laid-out beach mat. A light linen blanket fluttered slightly in the wind, weighed down by a classic wicker basket. A pair of throw pillows, two tall glasses of fresh juice already waiting. The golden light danced across the setup like something out of a film scene—but it wasn’t a movie set.

It was real.

Y/n hand instinctively grabbed his. “Byunghun…” you whispered, stunned.

He glanced at you with a boyish grin, his fingers tightening around yours. “Do you like it?”

Y/n didn’t answer right away—your throat was thick with emotion. Instead, you walked with him, barefoot now, letting the sand sink beneath your toes as you approached the cozy little picnic.

Y/n lowered yourself onto the blanket slowly, brushing fingers along the basket, noticing the exact snacks you loved—fruit, pastries, chips with that dip you always talked about.

“How did you…” you started softly, your eyes not leaving the view.

“You once said,” he murmured, sitting beside you, “that you always dreamed of a simple beach picnic with your husband. No cameras, no restaurants. Just the sound of the ocean and the person you love.”

You blinked at him, stunned that he remembered something you’d said so long ago—casually, late one night while watching a movie together, your head in his lap.

“Oppa...you remembered that?” you finally asked.

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course I did. You say things with your heart, not just your mouth. How could I forget?”

The sun was nearly touching the edge of the ocean now, painting your skin with honeyed light. And for a moment, time slowed—just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but waves and warmth.

Before he could say another word, you flung your arms around him and tackled him into a tight hug, causing him to fall back onto the soft mat with a surprised grunt.

“Woah—” Byunghun laughed, landing flat on his back with you on top of him. The laughter didn’t stop there—his deep chuckle rumbled beneath you as he looked up at your glowing face. “You trying to kill me with affection?”

“No,” you whispered, leaning in and burying your face in his neck for a second. “I’m just… really, really happy.” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. “You remembered. You actually remembered. This is perfect.”

He smiled, cupping your cheek gently. “I told you I was listening, jagiya.”

And just like that, you kissed him—soft, slow, sun-warmed. The waves crashed behind you, and the world paused as the two of you melted into each other’s presence.

But soon, you pulled back with a little gasp. “Wait! Don’t move—take a few pictures of me before it gets too dark!”

You quickly grabbed the phone from the corner of the mat and handed it to him, adjusting your hair with a playful gleam in your eye. “Make me look like a Pinterest board.”

Byunghun laughed, shaking his head but taking the phone. “You already do.” He snapped a few photos as you posed barefoot in the sand, wind in your hair, dress fluttering just right. You turned and laughed over your shoulder, twirling with arms out.

After a few pictures, you slipped off the mat and wandered toward the shoreline, your feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. The water touched your toes, and you giggled at the chill.

“Not too far!” he called out, standing up and brushing the sand off his pants.

“Then come stop me!” you shouted back with a grin, before suddenly running along the shore, water splashing up as you darted ahead like a kid on summer break.

“Yaah, are you serious?” he groaned—but he was already grinning as he took off after you.

You shrieked and picked up speed, laughing wildly as you glanced back and saw him gaining on you. “Byunghun, no—!”

But within seconds, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he lifted you off the ground with a triumphant laugh.

“I warned you!” he said, twirling you in the air.

You both tumbled down into the shallow waves, clothes getting damp, water splashing as you playfully kicked at him and he retaliated.

The ocean wrapped around your ankles, laughter echoing between you as the sun dipped lower behind you, casting everything in gold.

There was no crowd, no cameras, no noise—just love, laughter, and the kind of happiness that made your heart feel full.

The waves gently lapped around your ankles as you leaned into him, soaked but glowing, breathless from all the running and laughing.

Byunghun’s hands found your waist, firm yet gentle, while yours rested over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

You both stood still for a moment, the golden sun behind you casting a halo around your figures, your laughter slowly settling into soft smiles.

Then, he leaned in—close enough for you to feel his breath brush your lips.

His voice dropped into a quiet murmur, eyes locked with yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Your cheeks warmed again, but before you could tease him back, he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow, tender, unrushed—like everything in the world had finally paused to give you this perfect moment.

Saltwater kissed your skin, the cool breeze tangled in your hair, and his mouth moved against yours like a promise he’d never break.

When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, you both breathed out the same words at once, soft and in sync.

“I love you.”

His thumb gently traced your cheek as you smiled.

And just like that—with waves dancing around your feet, the sun dipping beneath the horizon, and your hearts tangled in something so real and gentle—you knew this was one of those moments you’d keep forever.

[mnginlov]

sticky by kiss of life

you and san have been enjoying your summer fling but for his birthday the only gift he wants is for you two to last, sticking together past this casual phase

⇀ pairing san x reader

⇀ genre fluff

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 1.75k

⇀ warnings kissing, allusions to hooking up, skinship, shirtless san

note happy san day, i thought i would continue the little birthday song fic theme i started with mingi last year and i also wish so badly i could be at the beach rn so here's this

the sun is still high in the sky when you open your eyes, using your hands in front of your face to shield the glare off the ocean waves as the umbrella above your head casts a shadow over your form. as you yawn and stretch, the warmth of the sand underneath the towel you're laying on trying to urge you back into your slumber, you take a brief look at your surroundings, trying to resituate yourself on the expanse of shoreline and managing to spot the recognizable silhouette of san, the man you'd come here with. you weren't sure what exactly he was doing, your eyes still adjusting to the midday light, but you didn't particularly mind, just enjoying the opportunity to admire his shirtless form from afar.

san seems to feel your gaze on him, turning away from his current focus to wave excitedly at you. you can see the silhouette of a sand structure, a bit lopsided and already crumbling, when san moves aside. a few shells shine against the sun on top of the smaller piles of sand and, once your eyes adjust, you can see a stick with some seaweed wrapped around the end sticking straight out of the largest formation. san seems extremely proud of what you imagine he'd refer to as a "sandcastle", gesturing confidently toward it.

you're not sure how to react, san awkwardly too far for you to verbally respond, but he doesn't seem to care as he immediately starts to make his way toward you, eagerly stomping through the soft sand.

"how was your nap?" he asks with a smile, collapsing unceremoniously onto the towel next to you. he leans over to give you a casual peck on your cheek and you try to ignore the flutter in the pit of your stomach. luckily the heat of the day already has your skin warm to the touch and so your blush goes unnoticed by san.

"restful," you sigh with content, "how long was i asleep?" you reach for your phone to get a look at the time.

"long enough for me to build you the perfect castle," san replies with a giggle. "move in ready," he adds with a wide smile at you, dimples on full display.

"not sure a castle is in my budget," you entertain him with a grin of your own, moving to place your phone back into your bag and rummaging around for the bottle of sunscreen, sure both of you could use a reapplication.

"well only 5 oyster shells a month for a 12 bedroom 14 bath seems like a steal to me," he reasons with a shrug, running his hand through his hair to move some of the loose strands that had been stuck to his forehead. his gaze doesn't brake away from you even as you focus your attention fulling on looking into your beach bag, a habit of his you've begun to notice even more recently as you both spend increasing time together.

"why wouldn't you live there too? sure is a lot of bedrooms for just one person," you comment without much thought at the nature of the remark. 

san doesn't immediately respond and his silence causes you to bring your attention back to the man sat next to you. he seems to be trying to avoid your own gaze, looking back toward the main land where food trucks and sweet treat stands line the pavement. he seems suddenly more thoughtful, smile gone and eyes narrowed, and you notice the red glow of his cheeks, trying to distinguish if it's simply from his time in the sun but you don't get a chance to comment on it as he's suddenly standing.

"i'm in the mood for something sweet, want anything?" he asks abruptly, still not meeting your eyes as he grabs the white button up and sunglasses he'd discarded on the sand when you'd first arrived.

you furrow a brow at his sudden eagerness to distance himself while he slips the items on.

"uh surprise me."

and with that he's leaving you to wonder what just happened.

thinking back to your conversation you almost groan audibly when you realize what you'd said. you and san were just casual, having met last summer while you were both staying the summer here at namhae. you'd hooked up a couple times back the , after friends’ parties and such, but this summer you'd seen your connection escalate. you weren't technically in a relationship, never going on official dates or truly talking about what you were, but you certainly acted cozy. part of that was simply in san's nature, always a fan of pda, but it mostly seemed to be a natural element of whatever this little fling was. however, your comment about living together seemed certainly to snap him out of the hazy bubble of this summer fever you'd wrapped yourselves in.

the sudden awareness of your slip up casts your own mind into a frenzy of thought. why had you said what you did? obviously, the two of you living together conjured thoughts of romance and long-term affection, and that was not at all what you had now. was it?

was this little thing you shared made to last?

thinking back on the summer you'd already shared, every other minute spent together, sharing passionate kisses in front of the orange sunset and exploring the coastal town hand in hand. who could fault you for imagining a world in which you could continue on like this forever? how much longer could you two do this before you fell in love?

"the gelato truck was here," san says suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he holds a cone of the creamy dessert out to you. "sorry, it melted a bit on the way here," he apologizes sheepishly when you accept the dripping cone.

he no longer seems to be avoiding your gaze as he sits down with his own paper cup of italian ice, eyes sparkling as he watches you try your gelato.

"we need to reapply," you comment remembering you were still holding the bottle of sunscreen and shaking it gently.

"once we're done," san nods, "we're okay under the umbrella for right now."

a silence settles between you as you both eat, swapping bites every so often and just listening to the waves crash against the shore. you try not to slip into a thought spiral, worrying about whether you are starting to develop deeper, unrequited feelings for your summer fling. you try to analyze him subtly, but san seems as relaxed as ever, like nothing had happened. maybe its just the birthday effect.

"do you want to do something fancy for dinner? wooyoung said that place just down the road is good," you suggest. "you could invite the boys. i'm sure drinks would be on hongjoong."

he hums and for a moment you think it's in thought until you see hes adjusting his position, placing his empty paper cup into your little trash bag and laying on his side. "you don't like my cooking?" he asks teasingly, having told you earlier today that he wants to cook for you tonight.

"you shouldn't have to cook on your birthday," you reply with a roll of your eyes, crunching on the last of your cone.

san only shrugs, "i like cooking."

silence settles once more over you two and you tap gently against the sunscreen, thinking of how else you might get him to do something he might enjoy more than simply laying on the beach with you.

"why don't we go do something more exciting, ya know? something more celebratory," you suggest, placing the sunscreen back on the ground next to you.

san rolls onto his back, hands behind his head with his eyes closed, and releases a gentle sigh. "i like what we're doing now," he says before cracking one eye open to look at you. "can't the birthday boy pick what he wants to do on his own birthday?" he asks with a teasing smirk, one eye still closed.

you scoff lightly, turning away from him so that he won't see the blush dusting your cheeks. "i just don't want you wasting all your time with me," you explain and although you're talking about today specifically, it's strongly implied that you mean in general, throughout the summer. sure you've each spent time with other friends but even group hangouts would turn into you both in your own world in the corner.

"hey," san's voice is gentle but his touch is even gentler as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, causing you to look back toward him. "my time with you is never wasted," he says earnestly, eyes staring deeply into your own.

for a moment you hold your breath, ready for him to say something else, but if he had more words they never come, instead releasing your wrist and gesturing for you to lay down with him, an invitation you accept with little hesitance. you easily tuck into his side, allowing his arm to support your head like a pillow.

"can i at least get you a gift?" you ask under your breath, your urge to fight starting to fade.

you think that san doesn't hear you at first, continuing his slow even breaths beside you, but as you open your mouth to ask again he shifts to face you.

"stick with me," he says quickly.

you aren't sure if its a question or a request and so you furrow your brows at the man whose face is only inches from your own.

"go out with me," he says when he sees your confusion. "officially."

your lips part slightly in surprise and you quickly search his features to evaluate his honesty, but all you can see is the blush on his cheeks and the sparkle of hope in his eyes.

"when?" you ask, a little breathless as san leans even closer to your face, if that was even possible.

"i have tickets to the carnival tomorrow," he explains, "it can be our first date."

you can only nod, swallowing thickly, before san closes the distance and his lips are on yours.

you've kissed plenty of times before, but this one feels different, with the promise of more on his lips and the sticky gelato left over on yours mixing to form the sweetest feeling in your chest.

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beach day w/ bucky :3

going to the beach with Bucky in just the absolute sweetest swim suit!! a bikini with skirt like bottoms in a color of your choice. your hair in a updo as he admires you. he runs his hands down your body in a sweet and indulgent way, a beautiful intimacy found in his touch. this was no form of lust, this was devotion.

he would help you out on your sunscreen, basically massaging your back as you'd let out soft exhales everytime he came close to your shoulders. he loved it, letting out a chuckle every time you'd twitch at the sensation of his hands coming to your waist.

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"mmmm...and I thought the ladies at the spa place were good at this..." you moaned out, breathy as your head fell on the couch in your rented condo for the weekend. your hands were grabbed onto the couches fabric, constantly stretching and shifting. bucky looked at you with this love sick smile, his pretty face looking back at your own (love urself reader xoxo). the way he looked at you, god, you couldn't help but smile too, softly giggling as he did the same. "the metal arm adds pressure, doesn't it baby?" he gave a laugh, his hands still on your back with precise movements. "you really make this thing look good." bucky spoke softly, one of his hands slipping under the tied ribbon on your swimsuit, trying to insinuate he was talking about the bikini. you kicked your legs lightly at his comment, giving a shy sheepish smile. "you're too sweet."

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and then once you guys actually get to the beach, it's reserved. nobody is there to judge either of you, nobody is there to see you in this absolutely adorable bikini. it was just you and bucky. and he loveeesss it. being able to spend time with you at such a private, yet public place? he's in love. spinning you around or walking the beach with you, he's head over heels.

and when the time comes around where it's getting late, and you both have to go back to your lovely condo, he's sitting outside the shower curtain talking to you while you wash your hair in the shower. not trying to barge into the shower, or even peak a look at you. just talking to you through the curtain. a smile on his face. knowing someone trust him so deeply, knowing someone even loves him soo deeply, it's exhilarating and ever so romantic. he can't even believe that he could love someone so much.

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Anything for Jan Virgili? Love your workkk<33

✮ Champagne Coast - Jan Virgili

jan virgili x fem!reader

sy: unexpectedly, you run into a group of guys when you lose your ring in the sand, luckily, someone has already retrieved it for you.

a/n: hope this did justice grazie!

warnings: nonoo

summer break finally arrives.

seagulls squawk somewhere below the clouds, the waves crash within the faded background like natures applause, and the flimsy campfire you surprisingly managed to ignite, crackles against the fizz of the ocean.

a game of frisbee had devolved into a clumsy footrace, laughter ringing out as bare feet kicked up the sand. but somewhere between dodging flying tackles and tripping over your two legs, your heart quietly sank.

your hand feels somewhat.. lighter.

“oh no,” you mutter, freezing mid step. “my ring.”

though, it wasn’t just any ring. it had been gifted to you by your late grandmother, the only thing left you had of her in memory.

“did it slip off? one of your friends asks, falling to her knees beside you.

“i don’t know, it was on my hand a second ago.”

you follow, and start combing through the sand, fingers sifting desperately. but the sand is vast, and your panic rises with every passing heartbeat.

just a few feet away, a group of guys are messing around near the volleyball net. loud and carefree.

they are bickering over god knows-what, probably something stupid like, did the ball hit the net rather than the sand.

as your friends scatter over the beach, on a mission to retrieve the jewelled ring, you didn’t even notice how much closer your two groups were drifting, until you hear it.

“go away you jerks. don’t you have something better to attend to? instead of bothering us.”

you rise from your knees, trudging through the thick sand like it’s pulling you back. “what’s going on?”

“these—,” the blonde one of your group jabs a finger to the guys’ chest. “—think we’ve purposely taken hostage of their ‘precious’ ball. apparently, we’re thieves now.”

“hey, hey,” one of them raises both hands with an amused smirk. “i think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit here.”

the same guy subtly tilts his chin to the white ball behind you, half-buried in sand grains.

another boy chimes. “its alright hermano, i got it.”

at the same time, you step backward, allowing your friends to diffuse the heat.

that’s when it happens.

one of the guy’s collide into you, trying to spike the runaway volleyball. you tumble back, brushing solidly against him, almost toppling over.

“whoa, there,” the boy says, steadying your back just in time. “easy chica. you could’ve fell.”

the curly haired guy looks down at you—a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth and his locks messily windswept over his forehead. his sun-bronzed skin is dusted in sand, completely shirtless, which.. really didn’t help.

both of you notice his hand lingering on your back for a little too long and step apart, just slightly flustered.

“uh—were you looking for this?”

his hands rise from his trunks’ pockets, revealing a silver ring bound between his fingers.

your breath caught. the jewel glints in his hand, unmistakably yes—the one you were looking for. relief but also disbelief wash over you.

“my ring. where did you—?”

“you dropped it near the volleyball net,” he chuckles, offering it over. “i thought it was, like, a thorn when i almost stepped on it.”

you took it gently, your fingers brushing his. “ah sorry about that, but thanks. seriously, i was freaking out.”

the guy shrugs, as if it was no big deal.

however, his eyes flick briefly over you—landing on your thin, crocheted cover-up fluttering in the wind. you shiver without meaning to.

“you cold?”

before you could deny, he pulls the hoodie tied around his waist loose. it was sandy and sun-warmed, smelling faintly of saltwater and something vaguely boyish.

citrus maybe?

“i wish i had a better jumper for you,” he ushers a breathy laugh. “it’s not the most cosy but..”

you blink at him, surprised. “wait—are you sure?”

“positive,” he hands it out. “besides, you kind of look like you need it more than i do.”

lazily, you slip it over your head, the sleeves falling past your wrists. what was he on about? it was the softest thing your skin had ever felt.

you fidget at the drawstrings, trying to shake off the sudden flutter in your stomach, pretending not to notice how his eyes were still on you.

the brunette swallows the lump in his throat and rubs the back of his neck, the grin on his face flickering.

“it looks better on you too,” he mumbles, almost too quiet to catch. you grin, “well, thank you.”

the pair of you stand there, caught in a serene moment neither wants to break. that is, until his friends call, impossibly loud.

“i guess that’s my cue,” he sighs with a crooked smile, starting to turn. “by the way,” he gestures to the ring on your hand. “you might wanna tighten the fit for that.”

“i’d hate for you to lose it again.”

and just like that, the boy offers you a distinct nod—the one that men give when they’re trying to seem cooler than they are.

except, he totally is.

you stand there, the wind tossing your damp hair over your eyes, watching him shuffle away with his hands buried in his pockets.

from the distance, his friend group exclaim multiple: “what took you so long?” and other, “we aren’t here to start falling in love with the enemies, hermano!”

jan only laughs, glancing half-hidden over his shoulder with a barely-there smirk—the same one he greeted you with.

jan.

you’ll remember that next time you lose your ring.

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older!lifeguard Sukuna x young!reader

Slow-burn tension, fluff laced with spice, age gap, grumpy x sunshine

Word Count: 1.2k

You weren’t even trying to get his attention at first.

Okay. Maybe a little.

The beach was practically boiling—sun high, waves breaking lazy against the shore—but nothing compared to the heat in your cheeks every time he walked by. Towering. Broad-shouldered. Shirt slung over his shoulder and that damn whistle always resting between his tattooed fingers like it owed him something. Ryomen Sukuna. The lifeguard everyone either avoided or stared at a little too long.

He didn’t flirt like the others. Didn’t smile, didn’t wink. He glared. He scowled like the sun personally offended him, and he treated everyone like they were one head injury away from ruining his afternoon.

And maybe that’s what made you do it.

You waded a little deeper into the water than you were supposed to. Just far enough to make him stand up from his chair. His eyes—sharp and unmistakably annoyed—zeroed in on you as you waved innocently.

He stomped down the tower steps, kicking up sand.

“You deaf or just stupid?” he barked as soon as he reached you, saltwater curling around your calves.

You blinked up at him. “Oh no, I heard. I just didn’t care.”

That vein in his jaw pulsed like a promise.

He grabbed your arm—not rough, but firm—and pulled you out of the surf like you weighed nothing. You were close enough to smell his skin—salt, heat, a little sunscreen, and something unmistakably male. His hand lingered a second too long on your wrist before he let go.

“I swear, brats like you are the reason I hate this job,” he growled.

“Yeah?” you said, tilting your head. “Then maybe stop staring at me every time I show up.”

His nostrils flared. For a second, the mask cracked—just a little—and something darker flickered behind those red-ringed eyes.

“Keep testing me, princess,” he muttered, stepping back. “You’re not ready for what happens when I fail.”

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