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CAN I CRAWL INTO THIS FIC AND STAY FOREVER?!!

literally everything about this is amazing and perfect and everything i could dream it to be!!

more ranting below the cut

i don’t know how you managed to make this so comforting and cute but SOOO sexy too

like omega is so cute in this! and the scene with her getting crosshair to catch the fireflies WAS PRECIOUS and honestly i was slightly emotional

just the idea alone of hunter singing songs around a campfire has me so soft i can’t

and UGH THE MERMAID HAIR FLIP yep i needed that so much

this is so thought out and i am in awe

i am such a fan of this holy shit i could keep going, so excited for what’s to come!!! 🫶💕

𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

ᴘᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪ ꜱᴛᴀᴠᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪɪ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ. ᴘᴛ ɪᴠ ꜱɪɴ. ᴘᴛ ᴠ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ. ᴘᴛ ᴠɪ ꜱᴇɴᴅᴏꜰꜰ.

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜱᴇʀɢᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜰʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄᴏᴜɴꜱᴇʟᴏʀ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, (ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ) ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴠ-ʟɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ)

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 2.9ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛʏ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜʏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ/ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱᴛᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ :) ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

“4–”

Two people call the number out simultaneously, audible groans leaving multiple girls as they have to start over. Water ripples around you, hands in a steady grip around your oar as you watch your campers row their way across the lake in front of you. Your eyes flit to Omega leading the group with a bright, excitable stare, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a cap shielding her face from the glaring sun.

“It’s alright, everyone!” She beams, careening back and forth as she rows. “We can start over!”

With a smile, you nod and add,

“As long as we don’t fall too behind.” You gesture ahead of you, toward the obscured view of a cluster of canoes no doubt belonging to the Cedar cabin. At the mere mention of them, the girls groan and row faster; they don't wish to face the scrutiny they’d be subjugated to by those immature, adolescent boys.

Not that they weren’t all too dissimilar.

You could swear no matter how many times you’ll force them to clean up and clear the floors of the Maple Cabin, it’ll once again become a disheveled heap of clothes and personal belongings by the time it’s lights out. Omega began to help you lead, reminding them as they leave the bathroom not to leave all their possessions on the counter and shower rack and to toss their clothes in the laundry pile. 

She’s helpful, no doubt. You’ll have to ask Tech to promote her to CIT next year.

They start the game again.

“1!”

“...2!”

“3!”

“4!”

There’s a pause.

“5.”

“6!”

“7–”

“Oh, come on! ” Betty whines. You can’t help but giggle silently and look down so no one sees your smile.

It’s not long before you near the Cedar Cabin and hear their attempt at the game still going on. In the corner of your eye, Hannah gawks while Omega scrunches her nose.

“22!”

“23!”

“24!”

“25!”

“26–”

This time, when two people call out the same number simultaneously, just as Maple had done before, they only groan playfully and say confident affirmations of ‘we’ll get it next time,’ flashing a mischievous glint toward the girls. Omega tries to hide the grit of her teeth. You can tell she’s not pleased, however. 

But there’s no time to focus on that when you hear that husky voice.

"Having trouble?”

You look to your right, then immediately look away with instinct, hiding your widening eyes. 

He’s wearing a tank top.

Hunter is a new counselor this year. Alongside all of his brothers and sister, Omega, he’s already become a new favorite. Every night by the campfire once he’s finished leading the camp in songs, Cedar and Sycamore Cabin crowd around him, asking him to teach them guitar or how to carve wood as good as he does, where he gets his cool maroon-colored bandanas and the story behind his striking skeleton tattoo on one side of his body. Even the girls have begun fawning over him; Cilla and Betty frequently ask Omega questions about her older brother, not-so-discreetly calculating the age difference between them. The older girls in the Pine cabin don’t shy away from blatant flirting, always asking him for help to apply sunscreen before a day of swimming, twirling their hair as he tells them not to get in too much trouble.

He’s agreeable, he’s handsome, he’s incredibly good with kids; it seems as though the entire camp can’t help but swarm.

You, however? You can’t even look him in the eye.

If you did, you're pretty sure you would dissolve into a buzzing mess.

“Yeah, they haven’t made it past ten yet,” You tell him, readjusting your cap a little lower to bedim your face further. It’s not the sun that’s making your cheeks so hot.

“Hm.” It’s just a hum that comes out of his voice, rumbling his chest. You take another slow breath and begin rowing again. You call out to your girls, telling them to move forward now that you’ve caught up with the rest. As you follow behind, the looming shadow of Hunter’s figure remains on your right. He’s not looking in your direction, and you’re not so disillusioned to think otherwise, but you still feel passing looks, occasional yet piercing. Like he’s trying to pinpoint the features under your cap.

“Well, alright, Maple,” He says. “I see Crosshair by the shore with his boys. We shouldn’t keep `him waiting.”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t,” You agree, silently exhaling darkly and rowing beside him in continued silence.

-

The hike takes longer than usual; between detours for campers to do their business awkwardly behind a tree and the younger boys straying from the group getting lost about halfway through, Crosshair is left almost ready to burst. The sight of him so irritated is amusing, no doubt, but you know not to even try to interact with him unless you want an arrow right between your eyes. Why he always carry his bow with him, you're still unsure.

“Alright, everyone, get out your jars,” You instruct the group after reaching the top of the hill, creating a circle in the clearing. The sky is still painted with passionate oranges and yellows, but in just a few minutes the sun will descend and what you’re waiting for shall appear.

“Remember, be careful once you do catch them,” Hunter reminds everyone. Your eyes can’t help but flicker in his direction; it’s instinct to look at whoever’s talking; with Hunter, you've still yet to learn not to. “Don’t shake the jar too hard, don’t cover the airholes, and remember to let them out before we all leave. Understood?”

“Yes, Hunter!”

The yellows and oranges slowly darken as the night arrives promptly, blanketing you all in darkness. Until, only a few moments later, there is a small blink of lime. Then another. Then five. All around you, do the fireflies beacon your spot, fluttering around you in swarms. There are awes, mostly from the girls as the boys mutter emasculated versions of reverence, which you can’t deny makes you laugh.

With the twinkles of lights wrapped around you, you slowly open your jar to catch a few effortlessly. Betty turns your way, astonished, which seems to attract the attention of Cilla and Hilary as well.

“How did you do it so easily?” Hilary asks.

You grin, looking down at your jaw with a soft look of humility.

“I did this all the time when I was your age,” You explain. “And a lot more times after that. Practice.”

Their mouths form tiny o-shapes and they nod, quickly going to try and catch a few themselves.

“Where did Omega run off to?” You say them before you lose their attention.

Kayla points to where Crosshair stands stiffly. 

“With her brother. I think she’s trying to get him to do it too.”

You look over as the girls skitter off. Omega still has that sweet smile of hers as she holds up his wrists in a tight grip, mouth moving to tell him what no doubt is an encouragement to try himself. Crosshair still has a frown on his face but does as she says, and his face slowly softens when he catches one without any hesitation with just his hand.

"Good job!" She cheers, before calling out, "Hunter, look! Crosshair caught one!"

The firefly flickers in his palm, the lime seeping through the small air holes between his fingers.

"Wasn't too bad, right?" Omega tilts her head, smiling as she watches Crosshair's expression play out. His eyes remain glued to his hand.

"It wasn't," He responds.

It’s not very long before he lets it go.

It gives you time to look back down at your jaw, lifting it up to your face. You tilt your head in fascination, and you don't even realize the smile creeping up on you until your cheeks begin to hurt a little.

“Having’ a good time?”

Your heart leaps, then your instinct does that stupid thing again and turns to the sound of Hunter’s voice (How do you forget that he’s still attached to that gorgeous body?). You look back instantly.

“I am,” You mutter, looking up to see the fireflies flit through the night. Striking against the navy sky, they still don’t manage to brighten the night enough for you to get a clear view of anyone’s face. Hunter included. At least that makes this easier.

“Your girls seem to be having fun.”

Even in the darkness, the fleeting lights manage to give you a sight of Hannah catching her first firefly, smiling proudly before turning to show the others.

“Yeah, they are,” You let yourself smile as well. A familiar shiver rushes through you with a feeling of a stare dancing feather-light over your skin. This time, you’re not disillusioned at all; Hunter’s eyes are on you. That’s definitely not nerve-wracking at all.

“Looks like they have a lot of fun with you,” He continues. You instinctively, foolishly, turn his direction and just manage to see the faded view of his profile while he talks. He turns to you. You stare at his nose instead of even trying to make eye contact.

“Really?” Your voice comes out softer, weaker than you expect. You wince internally in embarrassment.

Hunter nods, and in your foggy view, his lips seem to curve up in what looks like a grin.

“I’ve seen you with them,” The mere idea of what that connotates makes you take a deep breath and bite your lip. At all costs, you make sure not to do anything crass. “They connect with you a lot. Especially Omega.”

Your body relaxes. You’d prefer not to use the word soften just yet, lest you wanted to feel so pliant to even the merest compliment.

“She’s a great kid.”

“She is,” He responds. There’s a pause; you expect the conversation to end, but then he starts talking again. Hunter hisses in another breath. “You know… Omega doesn’t exactly have a real woman, er, influence in her life.”

You tilt your head, eyebrows knitted. It begs a silent question that Hunter seems to pick up on.

“Yeah, it’s just me and my brothers and her,” A noise slips out of you, something bordering on an empathetic coo, though it inevitably sounds just like a hum. “So… you’ve been a great influence.”

Your lips part delicately, suddenly so unbearably soft.

“Really?” You repeat. It seems your vocabulary doesn’t expand more than 3 words when talking to Hunter.

He nods, then leans in. You almost pull away in your flushed surprise.

“Don’t tell her I said this…” He whispers. The way his voice rasps and holds onto his words so quietly makes you want to feel his voice even closer, straight in your ear. You don’t inch further. “...But she says you’re like the sister she never had.”

The admittance is intimate, you realize once he finishes his sentence. A sweet little secret between you two, and suddenly, you’re smiling like a damn near fool.

“That’s very nice to hear,” You say, feeling your cheeks burn a little hotter when Hunter grins back. “Thank you for telling me that.”

He tilts his chin down as a way of acknowledgment.

“`Of course, Maple.”

Before anything else can be said, Wesley runs up to the two of you, gripping Hunter’s bicep and shaking it furiously.

“Owen smushed one of the fireflies!” He says in distress, eyes wide as he points over to where the other boys are staring in horror at Owen’s palm. Hunter turns to you immediately before responding to him.

“Gotta deal with this,” He says in a mutter, just low enough so Wesley doesn’t hear. “It was nice talking to you.”

You blink, adjusting to the sudden change in atmosphere.

“Yeah, yeah,” You stammer. “Real nice.”

Those eyes you can’t seem to look into give you another look before he leaves you with sweaty palms, gripping your jar like a madman.

-

At the bonfire later that night, you don’t dare to look up from your feet.

Somehow, talking to Hunter has made your silly little infatuation even worse. You’ve seen the way he attentively focuses in on whoever he’s talking to, giving them his full attention to make them feel listened to and special; to finally receive such attention has made you positively giddy. Panicked, but giddy nonetheless.

Around the campfire, you hum softly to the tune he leads the group in while your cabin belts proudly.

Hunter has a very nice singing voice; you discover this the first week when he first offered up his skills to lead the camp in songs and games every night.

You almost looked into his eyes then that first time, watching him strum simple chords on his guitar, singing simple camp songs in the most gruff, lovely voice, and encouraging others to join. But that was a while ago. Now fear stops you from getting close to that ever again.

Like last time, the Pine cabin immediately surrounds him, perfectly poised postures and smiles put on for his viewing pleasure.

“How’d you get so good?” A girl named Sherine asks while leaning in, reaching out to run her fingers over the guitar strings. Hunter tenses. At least that’s what it looks like to you.

”Practice,” He answers bluntly, before continuing to answer each of their questions.

Pine’s counselor, Mona, walks up beside you with a chuckle.

”Those girls…” She sighs, shaking her head softly. “Don’t they realize how much older he is compared to them? Don't most of them have boyfriends anyway?”

You giggle and nod along with her observations, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on you recurring as Hunter’s gaze wanders.

As the girls finally get ready for bed, combing their hair and changing into their pajamas, someone tugs at your sleeve, once twice, five times. You turn, looking down at Omega's wide, doe-eyes.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

Her eyes search yours, frantic.

“...I think I forgot my book down by the lake.”

You huff, almost surprised by her audacity. 

“Can’t you just wait until the morning?” You offer instead.

Omega shakes her head, a frown on her lips.

“I can’t go to sleep without reading!” She insists. You arch your eyebrows and place your free hand on your hip, but she doesn’t budge. You sigh.

“Fine,” You say, kneeling to mutter quietly, “You’re in charge if anything goes wrong while I’m getting it. If Tech comes by for lights-out inspection, tell him I’m in the bathroom. Got it?”

Omega nods, saluting with a grin.

“On it!” She says, then adds graciously, “Thank you so much .”

It’s hard not to let yourself smile a little at her before leaving through the door, quietly creeping down to the lake. 

The crickets chirping is a nice little sound to keep yourself grounded in the darkness. It might've been wiser to bring a flashlight, you realize, but it isn't that long of a walk anyway. You listen to the sound of your own steps and watch the rustling of leaves overhead, the moonlight peaking through and illuminating the path ahead of you. In the distance, that same flickering of fireflies from the top of the hiking trail gives you a little, just a little more sight to make your way down the steep path and to the shore of the lake.

Your eyes dart around the dock, looking for Omega’s book. You’re unsure what it looks like; you probably should’ve asked her. You slowly walk closer, ensuring that your feet don’t crunch a leaf or snap a twig, before creeping up where the water meets the rocks. A heap of clothes is laid there, messily thrown on top of each other. 

That’s strange. And highly unlikely that someone just forgot their clothes at the lake and returned to camp bare.

The water ripples slowly, and a figure moves languidly under the break. The large rock to your right suddenly becomes the perfect spot to perch behind as you watch whatever is swimming around.

You take another look at the pile of clothes. Under what seems like regular jean shorts, a slip of red peaks through and meets the ground. Squinting your eyes, you almost gasp when you realize what it is. 

Hunter’s bandana.

Suddenly, something bursts out of the water. You almost squeak in your shock, but keep silent. Only your eyes slowly peak over the rock as you see long, dark hair flip backward in a spray of water, a broad chest taking a large breath of fresh air, just going to its hips before slowly shifting back down into the water. You only see that prominent V-Line for just a few moments, a split second of vulnerability Hunter doesn’t even know he’s exposing, for you to gasp so, so silently into your chest.

He’s naked.

Holy shit, he’s naked.

And he looks damn good too.

He slowly moves around in the water, head leaned back as he relaxes, barely letting his hips reach the surface. This is not good, this is an absolute violation of his privacy, why the fuck can’t you look away?

You force yourself to, however, once he looks as though he’s about to leave. His strong arms reach to hold his hair back from his face, wringing it, and you make your run for it, having little regard for making more noise than you did when you first arrived.

Panting and disheveled, face and ears red, you return to your cabin.

“Did you find my book?” Omega asks once you come through the door.

“Couldn’t,” You answer, automatically and robotically, before hiding your face in your pillow and suppressing a scream.

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