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luca & yas

this wasn’t normally how luca chose to spend his days off. his shirt was off, tucked into the waistband of his shorts as he let out a soft huff. for some reason, he had let yas pick where they would go hike. he’d listened to her talk about a trail known as “the devil’s cellar” as he drove them into the mountains. she had apparently read that it was considered “moderate,” but she’d neglected to mention that the people saying that were professionals. not two amateurs, one of whom looked really good in their two piece outfit but was barely keeping up at this point.

“why…why are we doing this again?” his words came out between breaths as he watched her, his body tense and ready to catch her if she slipped on the rocks still wet from the morning rain. in truth, even though luca spent most of the year skating, he wasn’t the biggest outdoors guy. honestly, beyond lifting, he wasn’t even that into working out. still, he was willing to do whatever yasira wanted if it meant they got to spend the day together. even if it meant one of them might end up with a broken ankle.

“aye, woah.” his arms caught her before she had a chance to fall, grabbing her wrist the second she lost her balance on the rock. his grip was firm as he pulled her close. “you don’t look so hot.” his eyes narrowed, taking in her tired expression, the lack of focus she’d had for the past hour or so. he knew she’d worked at the club the night before, but she had been set on them leaving early that morning. he didn’t want to be the one to suggest calling it quits, but he was starting to worry. so he just held her there, his eyes scanning her face until she seemed to resign. her body relaxed as she admitted she wasn’t sure she could keep going, apologizing. but his head was already shaking.

“don’t be sorry. i mean, you picked something that invokes satan, which was…crazy, but don’t apologize for being tired. here…” he bent down slightly, nodding to signal he wanted her to hop on his back. his eyes rolled as she tried to argue. “one of us is going to end up carrying the other if we keep going, and considering i probably have about a hundred pounds on you…take the offer.”he grinned, letting out a dramatic groan to tease her as she climbed onto his back. his body straightened as his arms hooked around her legs.

“alright, let’s get the fuck out of here. do you remember which way we came?” he paused, turning his head slightly as if to look at her. he could feel her tense with panic, but he was already laughing. “i’m joking! the trail is back to the left. you owe me a smoothie or something real sweet after this.” he was already moving, bouncing her playfully before carefully steadying them on the rocks and heading back toward the car.

reply to @bruiscdmouth from this prompt.

“you are such a pervert. missed you.” jade mumbles softly against fred's cheek. smiling as her nose brushes along his. they’re tangled together in their bed. the space finally quiet except for the steady rhythm of their breathing. something that hasn’t happened since they brought meadow home.

the afternoon sun slips through the half-drawn curtains, warm and slow. it’s been four, almost five months, and they’ve both been running on empty. sex had sounded good in theory, but reality never quite lined up. with him gone every other week, jade spent most nights fred was home catching up on sleep. trying to settle back into some version of routine, and juggling wedding plans that kept creeping closer.

she had tried, though. when the doctor gave the okay, she’d even bought a soft baby pink lingerie set. something light, pretty. but when the night came, and meadow was supposed to stay with amari, they spent the entire dinner worrying. checking their phones. talking about her. until eventually they gave in. picked her up, and called it an early night.

this. this was different. unplanned. fred’s family in town, offering to take meadow to the zoo and give them a few hours to breathe. they’d used most of that time to sleep, bodies heavy with it. but jade woke first, turning into him, pressing close. her mouth found his neck, his chest, soft kisses coaxing him awake. it had been slow. easy. full of quiet laughter and lingering touches. nothing rushed, nothing forced. just them. no two-hundred-dollar lingerie needed.

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to: @olvmpfrom: here - accepting

HE softly sighs, slightly nodding his head as he runs his fingers through his dark locks in frustration. The two had decided on trying to make some desserts that they haven’t try before. Something along the French pastry or sort, he can’t remember since Olympia was the one to suggest on what they should make. After getting the ingredients they need from the mart (with some exchange on few stuffs they couldn’t find), both had try to follow the recipe step by step yet they had failed. Chanyeol was pretty sure they didn’t miss any step..or maybe they did. One, twice, after the third try they both finally give up. Slumping himself down on the floor, back leaning against the wall in exhaustion, Chanyeol looks up at the younger female. “Let’s just give up and make something easier, or better let’s just buy some cakes from the nearest Pastry shop. I think I’ve used like half of my energy in making those…Mille Feulle, Mille Feuille…or whatever it is call.”

to: @naryuutofrom: here - accepting

“HEY not my fault that you are bad at games, Ryu.” He lightly chuckles as he puts down the controller. He had once again beat the younger at the game they are playing. Probably he should have let the younger to win, being the older of two and since he knows how competitive Ryu could get. But then again, Chanyeol is also a competitive one. Actually he knows that it wasn’t just merely because of the game but more because of the bet. They had bet on something and Ryu happen to lose again this time. They had made a bet earlier in which the loser has to tell the winner the most embarrassing thing he has done in the past, either that or the loser would have to pay for both lunch and dinner. With a wide grin plastered on his face, Chanyeol glance at the younger male. “So which one will it be Ryu? Embarrassing stories? Or lunch and dinner? If I were you, I would probably choose the second one but what’s the fun in that, right?” He teasingly nudges the other side with his elbow gently. 

to: @phxnylfrom: here - accepting

HE bites down his lip, his hand reaching up to pat the other’s back gently. Despite being a bright person, Chanyeol has always find it hard when he needs to cheer someone up. Afraid that he might say something that would make them feel more sad instead. Which why he prefers to keep his mouth shut and just listen to the said friend to vent about what’s bothering them. Sometimes offering to cook them something that would make them feel better. He believes food could cheer people up…somehow. Probably because all his members loves to eat. Glancing at the other male, he carefully opens up his mouth to speak. “Do..you want me to make you a tea? Or hot chocolate? Maybe it could lighten up your mood a little?”

to: @12dkgsfrom: here - accepting

“UH..no? I mean all I did was opening the cabinet then suddenly all those ramen packs fall out! I wasn’t the one who stuffs them all up there, it’s probably the other members who did. So I really didn’t mean to wake you up from your sleep…obviously.” He flashed an awkward grin at the younger male as he continues to pick up the ramen packs on the floor before putting them on the table. Noticing that the other seems to doubt him, he tries to reassure him. “I swear, I’m innocent!”