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episodic - part 3

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Summary: It's business as usual. At least it looks like it, and that has to count for something. The boys do a bit of arts and crafts. Krupp takes a step back.

A/N: literally the worst part of writing fic for CU is trying to think of pranks. they’re up there with choreographing fight scenes. also these next chapters were brought to you by: me referencing the movie’s art book i got as a gift. Locations And Fascinating Objects section my beloved…

this chapter's scene went through a lot of shuffling-- melvin was supposed to be in this one. but alas, once this was finalized he was pushed back into the next chapter. ideally. at the earliest. its been almost 4 years, i swear he actually has a part to play in this AU, he's technically part of the core secondary cast--

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Back in the present day, the boys snuck into the art room. Even now, there wasn’t a proper class for it in Jerome Horwitz, despite The Prank For Good. But because of it, Krupp never had the thought to put it under lock and key again. The doors still remained unlocked for any kid that needed it. And George and Harold had a big need. In fact, they had been caching away supplies when no one was looking.

Captain Underpants trailed behind them; he looked at the room and gave a small nod, murmuring something about being “back at the start”.

“What will we be doing this time, sidekicks?” He clapped his hands together. “Oh! I could try and ask for a carnival again–”

“NO!” both of them shouted. The hero jumped up in surprise and stayed in a low hover.

George was the quicker of the two to regain composure. “No, no– we’re doing something different.”

“Oh.”

Harold unpacked the contents of his bag. There was a ridiculous amount of flour and bottles around them, along with other plastic pails and shovels.

“Ooh, are we making a cake? Can I decorate it?” Captain asked.

George sighed. “It’s not for a cake.”

“Well, what is it for?”

Harold dumped a bunch of flour and oil into the largest bucket with the glee reserved for children about to make a huge mixture of stuff. “Sand!”

When the hero continued to look baffled, George cut in. “With Krupp instating the grade-wide assignment gauntlet, we have to retaliate with the exact opposite of that.”

“…Recess?”

“Close!” Harold began to mix the concoction with a plastic shovel. “Summer vacation!”

“And we need to make a lot to really sell the beach vibe.”

“Oh…” Captain nodded with the confidence of someone who had no idea what that meant. He knelt down and gave a curious sniff at the flour sand, catching the faint whiff of some sort of cooking oil. mix his own bucket the other boy handed to him.

To make a long story short, they managed to create enough of it to create a sizable layer in at least two classrooms. They hauled the first half of it to Guided’s classroom–or rather, Captain flew it over in record time. He began to push all the desks back and started to stack them high up against the edges of the wall. It reminded Harold of that one time he showed George a boardwalk on a faded postcard, tall buildings looming over sandy beaches.

“Why only two?” Captain asked as he stacked some of the desks on the teacher’s desk. “Why not make the whole school a beach?”

The boys perked up from their efforts to place the sand evenly across the classroom floor.

“‘Cause the first big tests are in Ms. Guided and Ribble’s classrooms,” Harold said.

“We’d have loved to do something big," George explained as he scattered the beach toys. "Really put the last big prank that happened here to shame–”

“But we had to improvise. Go for lots of smaller ones for the first part of this plan, you know?”

“First part?” Captain echoed.

“Yeah!” Harold continued, ushering them all out of the room. Captain followed in a low hover, and George swept over the remaining footprints with a hand. Looking back at their work, it looked like no one was ever in the room.

“The first bit is to wear all the teachers and Krupp down. And then–”

“Bam.” he punched into his own open palm. “That’s where you come in!”

Captain tilted his head. “I thought this was where I came in?”

“What? No– I mean, we appreciate your help, but you have a bigger part to play here.”

“I do?” he asked.

“We figured you’d want to get back at Krupp, right?” George said.

Captain was silent, his expression dumbfounded.

“With enough pressure, he’ll back off from you and he’ll back off with all the sudden assignments!” Harold clarified. “It’ll be great.”

“We’re not sure how long he’s planning on making everyone miserable, but we’re planning for the long game.”

That seemed to make things more murky for him but the curiosity still remained. He tilted his head with furrowed brows, as if trying to figure out the connection between the two facts. “…How long, exactly?”

“As long as it takes.” Harold gave him a good natured punch to the side. “Now come on, let’s get the other classroom set up.”

The boys grabbed his hands and led him back to the art room, chatting about what else they could do.

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The school didn’t know what hit them.

Later that day, the fourth graders enjoyed the slices of beaches in the pair of classrooms. They made their sandcastles and moats as the teachers tried– and failed– to get their papers from their desks buried under their own students’ desks.

And on the day after that, there was the petting zoo in the math classrooms on the same day a calculator-less test on long division was meant to happen. It was no tiger, but the kids enjoyed petting the sheep. For extra salt in the wound, there were numbers drawn in bright colors on their wool.

Corralling the animals out was one thing. Finding out they were only Sheeps #1-6 and 8 was another, leaving all the teachers to scramble to find the last sheep of the set for the past few hours.

Apparently, the third time wasn’t the charm as George and Harold were called into the principal’s office. When they walked in, he had never bothered to close one of the desk drawers, clearly embroiled in whatever work principals do. Krupp was faced away from them, yelling into the phone.

“How many times do I have to explain it to you, there probably isn’t a Sheep #7– are you falling asleep counting them?” He turned to face them and grimaced. “I’ll get back to you.”

He hung up the phone, glaring at them as they took their respective seats.

“Care to explain the last few days?”

Harold shifted in his seat as he gave a glance to the other boy. “We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“We were a bit too busy dealing with the sudden wave of assignments and tests to try anything,” George added with a shrug.

“Don’t play innocent with me. The gaps in my memory are extremely obvious.” He waggled an accusatory finger at them.

“Like we said, we were busy–”

“What– watching him get bit by sheep yesterday?!” He held up his other arm filled with band aids of various sizes.

George leaned over to the other boy and whispered, “Man, they can be really vicious, huh?”

Krupp slammed his fists onto his desk. He opened his hands. Closed them. Before pushing himself off his seat to look down at them. “Whether you’ll actually admit it, I’ll cut to the chase. Stop whatever you’re trying to do.”

“If it was us, why would we? You started it.”

“Oh, hah–” He let out an incredulous, breathless laugh at that. “I started it? You’re one to talk after all you’ve done to me. You should be grateful I don’t just hold you back right now for that comment!”

Harold was unmoved. “Man, you got so much worse– I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Oh, I can do so much worse after your little breaking and entering stunt,” he shot back. “Invading my privacy, looking into things you shouldn’t–”

“So you admit you were talking to him.”

“Now I never said anything about talking, have I?”

George and Harold leveled a glare at him, refusing to give him any confirmation or satisfaction that he was right. “So that is why you cracked down on the entire fourth grade, huh?”

“Or maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m losing sleep over mysterious injuries!” The boys wanted to speak up, but he refused to give them that. “And– and, seeing the school be nearly destroyed multiple times a week.”

“Not like you really cared about the school before,” George grumbled.

Krupp spluttered furiously, turning a new shade of red in the process. “Says the children who keep on endangering it and wasting its resources!"

“We’re saving the school!”

“From problems you made up.” He slowly made his way around his desk to them. “Is that why you made me your little stooge? Were you just tired and wanted to feel important in your little superhero fantasy? Or was getting rid of me the main motivation here?”

George stood up from his chair. “Oh, if we could have, we would have!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, it suddenly felt like the office had turned somewhat askew. Gone was the red in Krupp’s face and gone was the anger– if anything, he looked like he had been slapped in the face. His mouth opened. Closed. Nothing.

The boys were suddenly aware of the clock ticking, now that it was completely silent. George couldn’t help but be reminded of the time he said something that crossed some unseen line with his mom.

And just as quickly as the conversation was fishtailing out of what any of them were used to, the principal clambered for any sense of control.

“I’ll deal with the both of you later.” He put up a hand to rub his temples– and conveniently hid his eyes. “Get out.”

Harold blinked. “What–”

“NOW!” He whipped his arm to point at the door.

They stumbled out of their seats and ran without a second thought.

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For the rest of the last class of the school day, Harold was sitting on pins and needles as he looked at the clock. While most kids looked at it expectantly for the final bell to ring, right now he was dreading it. He figured George was doing the same.

Krupp getting the jump on them was a matter of when today , not if, especially when he was as mad as he was earlier.

Five minutes. He glanced to the front of the class. Even Rected was struggling with the new mandate to increase kids’ work. Which, he guessed, made sense– more work for them meant more stuff the teachers had to look at.

Two minutes.

Speaking of work, he was quickly scribbling out some ideas for the next issues. Though he couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to the other prank plans they had– he figured by the way Rected was pulling at his hair, they can bring Captain in for the cherry on top by the end of next week–

The speakers screeched to life. There was a beat of silence long enough for someone to ask if Krupp called an announcement on accident, until–

“Pop science fair, end of this week,” he said tersely. “Hope you can wow the teachers, since this is now a good chunk of your mark. How much? That’s the ‘pop’ part of that.”

The kids began to groan and slam their heads on their desks. Even more heads fell on their desks as another screech echoed through the school.

“You have George Beard and Harold Hutchins to thank for that. That will be all.”

The bell rang. One by one, everyone turned his direction, some shocked, others confused, many furious. Even Mr. Rected gave a baffled look.

After dodging the onslaught of kids ready to hound him or worse due to the announcement, he found George running down the hallway for similar reasons. At some point along the way, the other boy got their skateboards and helmets. With a frantic throw, they skateboarded out of the front yard and down the quickest route to their house.

“George?” Harold said, once they turned to their street. He had been eerily silent the whole time.

The other boy jumped off his own board and pulled his helmet off. He could see how much sweat was on his forehead now.

“Change of plans–” He stomped the end of the skateboard to make it stand before quickly grabbing it. “We’re taking stock of everything tonight.”

Harold stared at him. He knew why– he could still feel a flare of indignation from that announcement.

It was like George read his mind. “What Krupp said– those were fighting words. We’re going to move the Captain Plan up next.”

He gave a curt nod.

#mellsian fanfics #captain underpants #sticky notes au #estimated chapter total for this is uh #six now! may fluctuate but Yeah :)

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bowdownperv · 7 months

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How do #first time!Billy and Y/N become boyfriend/girlfriend?

It's no surprise following the 'events' of the last day of school that you spent nearly every day of your summer so far with Billy. But, the two of you never established an official label for what you were. Dating? Fuck buddies? Both of you were too scared to slap a status on your relationship and potentially fuck everything up. There was already enough fucking going on between you two.

About two weeks after grand slamming you into his mattress, Billy took you on your first unofficial date. He was very diligent in not using the word 'date' when asking you to go out for dinner with him— in fear of scaring you off—but everything about that night was a date.

You got to see him in a suit for the first time, and holy fuck was it a beautiful sight. The black linen vest hugged his torso so well highlighting his popping pecs and broad shoulders. And—oh fuck—if you dared looking down at the way his pants clung to his thighs and protruding bulge, you'd have to change into dry panties. He was dressed just about as slutty as a man could be.

That night he bought you a quite expensive dinner and called you 'baby' for the first time in a non-bedroom setting. The name slipped out of his mouth without thought but you didn't mind whatsoever. You sucked his dick extra good that night and he's called you baby ever since.

Since then, your relationship remained quite static. You didn't mind particularly. You had a hot man in your back pocket every second to kiss and touch. But, was he your man?

While the question only dwindled in your head occasionally, it was the primary thought in Billy's head all the time. He wanted you to be his girl and no one else's. Hell, he had to resist the urge to punch any guy that even looked at you. The yearning for you kept building up until finally one day he couldn't take it anymore.

❊ ❊ ❊

The two of you arrived at the beach and stationed yourselves in the sand a few yards away from the waves. Billy had been off all day. He was much shyer than usual and was gripping your hand abnormally hard as you were walking down the boardwalk. It took your fingers five minutes for the color to return to them when he let go.

You laid out two towels with your cooler in between and looked at the handsome man across from you with a sour look on his face.

"You okay Bub?" you asked resting your still cramping hand on top of his.

"Yea," he sighed. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom, be right back."

Billy walked away mumbling something under his breath. You shrugged and reached into the cooler to grab a seltzer and lean back.

Billy didn't actually go to use the bathroom. What he did do was slip some random toddler with a bucket on his head $5 to do him a favor.

The little boy came trotting over to you with a puzzled face and chocolate ice cream stuck to the corners of his mouth.

"Oh. Hi there, are you los-" before you could even finish you were interrupted by his squeaky voice.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he pointed to Billy lurking behind him.

You almost spit out your drink.

You looked at Billy hoping to see some answer in his eyes but his face was blank as a statue.

“I don’t know what to say to that,” you let out a chuckle.

Billy’s face stayed completely straight and it made you think he was seriously opposed to the thought. Damn, maybe you were just fuck buddies.

The kid quickly lost interest and ran off to chase a seagull with his little plastic shovel.

Billy groaned. He didn't get his answer and lost $5 along with his dignity.

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When the two of you got back to his place, you plopped on his bed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, that was fun," you smiled running a hand through his hair.

"Yea, it was. I had a lot of fun with you, thanks for coming baby." He smiled but you knew his facial expressions long enough to tell it was fake.

"I know somethings bothering you bub. Just tell me what's going on," you caressed his sunburned cheeks.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Y/N, we've been spending so much time together and it's been the best four weeks of my life having you right by my side. And I just don't know what's going on in your head and what you think this is between us because for me it's something bigger and"—he paused—"fuck it, are you my girlfriend?"

Your brain got whiplash. You honestly thought he was going to break things off with you for a second. You were certainly flustered.

"Do you want me to be?"

“More than anything. I’m so fucking in love with you Y/N, and I don’t think I can stand to go another day not being able to tell you that or call you my girl. You’re the only person I want to be around and the reason I smile each night and every morning. All I want now and forever is you."

"I'm all yours then."

#first time!billy #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things blurb #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove fluff

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 7

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It is here my lovesss! The second post for this double post day! I really hope you all are enjoying the fic so far! Once again thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love and support! I love you all 💕 Happy reading!

A/n: Get your sun hats and sunglasses ready bestiessss! We are going to the beach 😎 Things are about to heat up 😉☀️🌴 Enjoy! 🍹

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cursing, description of hot naked torsos of men (If there are any that I missed please let me know!)

y/n/n: your nick name

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Today was the day you and Bri were going to bring Leia to the beach to hang out with Penny. You dressed Leia in a cute bathing suit, lathered her in sunblock and finished with a cute bucket hat. You put one of your sweaters on her so she could wear it in the mean time. You put on a black one piece that had cute cut outs to show a little skin. Then you added an oversized sun hat and a black sheer long skirt. You and Bri loaded the car with stuff for Leia to play with and a cooler filled with drinks and food. You drove to the beach and parked in the parking lot of the Hard Deck where Penny was waiting for you.

You got out of the car and greeted one another. Penny got Leia out of the car and carried her over to the sand while skipping. Leia was giggling as she bounced up and down with every skip Penny did. “Are you ready for some sand, sweetie?” Penny put her down.

Leia’s feet hit the warm sand and she did a little jump. “It’s a little warm.” She hopped around getting used to the sand. “Penny can you take off my sweater! I wanna make a sand angel.” She lifted her arms up.

Penny lifted the oversized jacket over Leia’s head. Leia laid in the sand and started to move her arms and legs to make an angel. She got up and pointed to her masterpiece. “Look!” Penny bent down and drew a little smiley face on the angel’s head.

Penny: “Okay, let’s dust you off before mom comes and sees you’re already covered in sand.” She laughed and patted Leia down. “Can you help me set up some towels, sweetie?” She handed Leia a Star Wars towel she brought for her and Leia squealed.

She hugged the towel and threw it in the air, “Thank you!!! I love it!!” She laid it down and Penny sat with her on the towel.

Penny adjusted Leia’s little bucket hat and pulled a plastic bucket with some little shovels from her beach bag. “Do you want to build a super cool sand castle with me, Leia?” She said while holding the shovels by her face. Leia smiled and nodded her head. Penny gave her a shovel and they started to fill the bucket together.

Bri invited Billy and Austin to come as well. They got there a couple of minutes after you two. They unloaded the car and went to go set up the umbrella, towels, chairs and ice chest where Penny and Leia were already starting to build a sandcastle.

Austin gave you a kiss on the cheek after he was finished setting up and you blushed.

Austin: “Hey, you look really beautiful in your beach attire.” He fiddled with part of your sheer skirt. He looked at you and you could pretty much see the hearts in his eyes.

You played with your skirt and tilted your head to look at him under your oversized sun hat, “Thank you, Austin.” You smiled just keeping it casual. You were still getting to know the sweet guy.

He nodded to you, “You’re welcome, y/n. I’ll see you around. I’m going to go take a dip with Billy.”

After Austin left with Billy to the water Bri ran over to you. She almost trampled you over. She threw her hands around you, “God girl he was basically drooling over you.” She bumped your hip with hers. She laid her head on your shoulder and you two watched the guys as they submerged into the water. “They’re so cute I swear.”

You gently pushed her head off of your shoulder, “Sis you're drooling on me.” You laughed and she pushed you.

You, Bri and Penny relaxed on the chairs and were tanning as the boys took Leia out to the water. Your hot skin felt cool and the sun was being blocked. Then you heard a familiar voice approach the three of you.

Mav: “Ladies.”

You lifted your sunglasses and hat and smiled up at Mav. “Hey Mav!”

Penny: “What are you doing here Pete?”

Mav: “The pilots that I’m teaching are actually going to come out here for some football today.”

You shifted you look to Bri and your eyes got wide. She looked at you and lifted her sunglasses too. She wiggled her eyebrows at you and leaned over. “Some hot aviators on the beach, say less girl.” She put her sunglasses back on and sat back to tan and listen to Mav.

You felt the butterflies kick up in your stomach and your body started to tingle. That meant Bradley was going to be here. You wanted to get up and gather all your stuff grab your daughter and run. Right as you sat up, Mav was already looking in their direction and flagging them down.

Mav: “Hey everyone! We will go and set up down there!” He pointed to a spot that was kind of far away from where you where sitting.

You peeked over your seat slightly and barely lowered your sunglasses. You searched the group of pilots and saw Bradley in the back talking to one of the female’s. He was showing her something on his phone. He was wearing a Naval academy shirt, some jean shorts, flip flops and his famous aviators.

You sighed in relief when they all started to walk over the other way, away from you. You turned back around to face forward. You looked out to see your daughter running up to hug Mav.

She gave him a big hug from behind. She was all wet, getting him wet. “Hi Mav!”

He looked under his arm to see your daughter hugging him at his hip. “Hey my little Jedi. How are you sweetheart!” He picked her up and gave her kisses on her cheek.

You smiled. “Jedi?”

Mav looked at you. “Yea like... Star Wars…”

You interrupted. “No… Mav. Princess Leia is not a Jedi.” You laughed.

He smiled back at you and shook his head. “Well I don’t know, y/n!” He laughed.

Leia yelled at looked at Mav. “I’m not a Jedi!”

Mav: “Okay what are you then, sweetheart?” He patted her belly.

Leia: “I’m a princess, Mav.” She frowned and pushed her forehead to his.

Mav: “I know you are a princess, sweetie. But how about you be my little Jedi warrior?” He poked her nose.

Leia: “Okay but then you’ll be…” She thought about it as she tapped on her chin, “My Papa Mav if I’ll be a COOL Jedi warrior.” She was smiling at Mav.

Mav narrowed his eyes at her and smiled. “Deal.” He poked her on her nose. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her down. “I’ll come back to catch up after work is done today ladies. Enjoy your time in the sun!” Then he jogged over to the group and waved bye to you all.

The boys came up to the area where you girls were sitting. They started to dry themselves and dress back in their clothes.

Billy to Bri: “Hey babe, Austin and I have to get going. We were gonna meet up with the guys.” He sat at the edge of her lounge chair dusting the sand off of his feet.

Bri: “Okay! Well thanks you guys for coming out for a bit!” She kissed Billy.

Y/n: “Yea thanks for coming out guys.” You smiled at Austin.

Austin planted a kiss on your head and they were off. Penny looked at you with a devilish look. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Penny: “Was that Darth Vader?” She was smiling.

You didn’t answer just stayed silent and she started to laugh. “God, I love you y/n.”

After you were all finished sun bathing, Penny played with Leia resuming their sand castle as you and Bri went for a walk by the shoreline. You walked by all the naval pilots that Mav came with hoping no one in particular would see you walk by. They had their own little set up. They had chairs out with umbrellas, some food and a radio that was blasting some music as they started to form the teams. You could see that Bradley was one of the team captains and the other was a tall blonde haired man with abs of a god. You watched as Bradley called for people on his team. Thankfully he had his back toward you as you walked behind him on the shoreline. You literally were inches from him. Your skirt grazing his leg. You got the slightest whiff of his cologne and your body tingled.

You leaned over to Bri, “He literally still smells the same.”

She looked at you confused, “What are you talking about?” She looked around, “Who still smells the same?”

You pointed over your shoulder to the group of pilots, one of which was Bradley. She was looking around and looked back at you, “Girl, what the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed loudly, “Bradley! Bradley Bradshaw! Our old roommate!” You were now walking further away from them. You turned to start walking up the beach, so now they were on the side of you but still far. You pointed him out. He was standing there with his team, still in his clothes from earlier. He had his hands on his hips as he was chatting with his team.

Bri stopped and pulled her sunglasses off. She studied the man you pointed out. You both stood there for a little bit. Bradley started to run up to their little set up. He kicked off his flip flops and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her jaw practically dropped, “NO FUCKING WAY THAT IS BRADSHAW, Y/N!” She looked at you in disbelief. She pointed to him as he started to stretch his arms out. You followed her finger’s direction and now your jaw hit the floor.

Your eyes got wide, “Holy fuuuuuuuck…” You said slowly as you admired his strong body. His shoulders were broad, he had freaking abs, his biceps were huge, his back so toned. You blinked a couple of times. You were stunned.

Bri pulled you to continue the walk, “There is no way that is Bradley.” You nodded at her. “The Navy definitely did that boy some good because holy HOT y/n!!!” She kept looking over at him.

You hit her arm, “Stop staring he will see us!” She pushed you away from her and kept looking. You started to pull her in a direction away from him, “Come onnnnn Bri.”

“He has the body of a thousand Gods, y/n! How could I not stare! He used to be…. Well not exactly like that when he lived with us.” She was still staring at him. She looked at you, “You should totally go talk to him!” She gave you a little push in his direction. You stopped yourself and ran to the other side of her giving her a death glare.

“I am not going over there. He’s working, Bri.”

You made it out safely and continued your walk. On your way back you walked away from the shore line more in the sand. You were walking by their set up and their radio was blasting, Take My Breath Away by Berlin. You could still hear the commotion coming from the group of hot shirtless men and women as one of them with glasses caught the ball and ran into the end zone. Everyone started to cheer for him.

Then there he was, glistening like a damn vampire in the sun. Picking up the one with glasses so effortlessly and putting him on his shoulders. God he looked good. His toned abs and his V line that peaked out a little because his shorts were slowly trickling down his hips. His arms bigger than ever and his pecks so full. He looked so good you started to feel yourself get flush. And it wasn’t from being warm from the heat. You were practically drooling at the sight of him. You could see his veins bulging out of his biceps as he held on to his teammate. He was yelling and cheering for him. The vein in his forehead was popping out slightly. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. He took your breath away. He looked so damn good, it was a crime.

Bri nudged you because she noticed you were heavily distracted and you looked at her, “Take my breath awaaaayyyyyyy.” She sang with the song as she mocked you. You rolled your eyes and looked back over.

He put the guy with glasses down and readjusted his aviators. He started to look over in your direction and you turned away quickly. You were hoping you were far enough for him not to notice you. You and Bri walked quickly back to your area. They continued to play football and you watched him from afar. You saw Penny doing the same as she lightly bit her lip as she watched Maverick.

You chuckled to yourself. “Is someone getting the googly eyes for a certain captain?” You smiled devilishly at her.

She threw her towel at you. “Not a chance.” And she looked back in their direction doing it all over again.

You continued to watch them play and Bradley threw the winning touchdown to one of the guys. He ran towards one of his teammates and jumped up to chest bump with him. As he planted back onto the ground, he did a little dance and your jaw practically fell and hit the floor. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life. You bit your lip and were in a daze until Mav came over and sat at the end of your chair.

You looked at him and he smiled at you. “Were you enjoying the view over there ladies?” He laughed as he put his shirt back on and adjusted his aviators.

You looked at Penny. “I know a particular someone who was enjoying one person’s view.” You smiled.

Mav: “Bradley’s?” He looked at you while he started to dust the sand off of his legs. “Your jaw is still on the floor, sweetheart.” He was laughing at you.

You slapped Mav’s arm and scoffed. “Not a chance, Mav.” You laughed.

Mav patted your foot, “I’m kidding y/n. I’m just teasing you, sweetheart.”

You shook your head at him, “mmmhmmm.”

Mav started to dust the sand off of his feet, “So you going to go talk to him, y/n?”

You sighed. “I don’t think I will today. I haven’t put too much thought into what I want to say to him.” You were being very solemn.

Mav looked at you and took a deep breath as he accepted your answer.

You continued to lay on your chair in the sun. You had your eyes closed. Then you heard an all too familiar voice.

Bradley: “Hey Mav, here are the balls. We are about to kick back and have some food.”

Mav: “Okay cool. Thanks Rooster.” He took the footballs from Bradley and placed them next to your feet.

Your eyes shot open you turned your head slowly away hoping he wouldn’t look at you.

He cleared his throat and lowered his aviators, “Y/n/n? Is that you?”

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IT'S FINALLY HERE!! BRADLEY HAS SPOTTED YOU FORREAL BESSSSTIES! How do you think this encounter with Bradley will be? What do yo think is going to happen? Oh my gossshhhhh!!! He's hereeeeee! 🤗 Brb I don't know how to act 🥹 I'll see you in the next! 💕

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moonsongchorus · 11 months

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Choose Your Own Adventure!

Who: Azra & Open Where: Outside Somewhere

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. I know it's none of my business, but they--" She pointed at the person's pet. "They really don't like that collar. Purple makes them really self-conscious. They really want you to get them something in the warmer colors. Like maybe a reddish orange or they'd even be willing to try a green. And--" She stopped, concentrating on the animal to make sure she got the rest of the message correct. She went wide-eyed. "I don't want to say that," she told the pet. Another beat of silence, and Azra sighed and turned back to the human resignedly. "They're having some strong feelings about the TV you've been watching lately."

Who: Anna & Open Where: On Pitch

Anna barely looked up as the front door of the bar opened, the familiar bell ringing as someone stepped inside. It was the middle of the day--not exactly peak karaoke hours--so the building was empty but for two still very drunk men singing ACDC on stage and the the siren who pointed wordlessly at the sign above her head. It read: All sales final. Any regrets you have about what you purchased while you were drunk are not my problem. "If you've come to collect your keys or ID, you can get in line and wait." She pointed to a spot in front of the bar--though as there was no one else here, there was really no need to line up except that she didn't feel like dealing with their problems and making them wait seemed more entertaining than helping.

Who: Mateo & Open Where: The Beach

"Would you like to build a sandcastle?" Mateo held up an extra bucket, the kind parents bought their children, including several plastic molds and a shovel. There was a camera and tripod already set up behind them. Since he couldn't tell his followers about what he'd discovered in Lunar Cove--that the supernatural entities he'd been hunting for for years were all real and that he, himself, had become a werewolf--he'd been forced to come up with alternative content--hence the sandcastle building. "Here's the pitch." He made a camera's shot with two fingers on each hand mimicking what would be in frame. "We each get three minutes to build the best sand castle, and then strangers judge to see who's is best, and whoever loses gets pushed in the ocean by the winner. Thoughts? Feedback? Questions?"

Who: Kadir & Open (Can be the litterer or someone else nearby!) Where: Anywhere Outside

Kadir rolled down his car window just after he'd parked and lowered his sunglasses as he looked suspiciously at the person who had just dropped their trash onto the sidewalk--mere feet from the nearest trash can. "I'm sure that was just an accident and you're going to pick that up." He let his fangs show--not quite a threat, but it was implied. "With the bad luck people have around here in staying alive, I'd hate there to be another accident."

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therabbitthatpostthings · 7 months

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Kids will believe anything you tell them. You tell them to be good so Santa will bring them toys. You tell them to brush every night and a fairy will bring them money. You tell them mermaid scales grant wishes and you have the bravest 7 year old armed in their little yellow raincoat, determined to find a mermaid.

Frankly, (Y/N)’s guardian should have known that a headstrong kid like them would just march themselves down to the beach after school. It’s not like the signs weren’t visible but you never really think a child will do something until they do it. The guardian sighed reading over the red crayon on yellow construction paper: Gone To Find Mermade Wishs.

The fun was short lived as the clouds started to look heavier in the sky. They felt a bit of concern. That heavy weight a parent gets when their child isn’t in eyesight. “I’ll just go down there…” they thought, already out the door and walking to the beach. Surely such a small child could not have gotten mixed up in anything that dangerous.

Of course they couldn't have.

*•*

(Y/N) scooped up big bunches of sand into the bowl with holes in it. They swashed it around till all the sand was gone and the pretty shells remained. They stared inquisitively at the shells. They held the shells gently in their hands and watched as they fell into the bucket, with the intense seriousness that only a child feeling like their tracking an animal can have. (Y/N) had a steely gaze as their eyes surveyed the beach. No one was out on the beach (they had the common sense to stay inside). The seagulls squawked overhead, occasionally swooping down to grab at the creatures caught in the low tide. A group of them gathered near the edge of the pier. They looked to be picking at shiny blue stones. There was a sound amongst the squawking, it sounded like someone crying.

(Y/N) sprung into action, running over to them swinging their plastic shovel in the air. “Shoo! Shoo!”

They waved the bucket around, scattering the birds in the process. They heard a groaning and looked down. It was not a pile of blue stones but a tail! The blue tail was covered in bruises and scratches. (Y/N) leaned down to inspect when it started to move. They stepped back, finally noticing the body the tail was attached to. Its body was half submerged in the sand that stuck to its long black hair as it sat up on its arms.

“Y-You’re a mermaid!” (Y/N) yelled.

The mermaid jolted up. It looked over its shoulder quickly and took off in a crawling-sprint to the pier. (Y/N) gave chase, following under the mucky pier. “Hey! Are you okay? Are you a mermaid?”

The little mermaid was surprisingly quick with its limited mobility. (Y/N) watched as it hoisted its little body over the rocks and support beams of the pier. It climbed on the largest rock and disappeared behind it. (Y/N) climbed up on one of the rocks, “Hey! Are you okay!”

“Leave me alone!” the voice called out in a broken cry.

“Hey! I’m coming over!” (Y/N) called back despite the shouts to not to. They threw the shovel and pail over first, earning a loud ‘ow!’ from the mermaid and hoisted herself over the rocks. They tumbled down the side into the small puddle. The mermaid was sitting in the middle of the puddle. It was crying. The mermaid was small, probably about (Y/N)’s age, its back was dotted with blue scales that spread past its shoulders onto its arms. (Y/N) approached them slowly and reached to put their hand on their shoulder. The mermaid swiped his claws at their hands and hissed.

(Y/N) jumped back, cradling their hand, “Ow! What’d you do that for?!”

“You hit me!” He yelled back

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did! You stupid human!”

“Well- you’re a dumb fish!”

“I’m not a fish!”

“You look like one!”

“Well you’re ugly!”

(Y/N) gasped dramatically. They went clutching for the non-existent pearls not around their neck. “You’re mean! You can stay here, I didn’t want to be here anyway!”

The boy huffed, “Fine!”

“Fine!” (Y/N) yelled even louder. (Y/N) turned to try and climb the rock but it was too large for such a small child to make it over, especially without the aid of the smaller stones to step on. Defeated, they turn back around to sit down. They dramatically sat down in a huff opposite from the boy. “I’m staying!”

The boy rolled his eyes and huddled into the corner muttering to himself. He pulled his tail close to his chest and dug his claws into his arm. (Y/N) could hear him sniffling. He was shaking. Scratches and bloody bruises covered his body. There were small spots where his scales had been picked off by the seagulls. They looked down at their own hands. The cut wasn’t deep on their left hand, it wasn’t even bleeding. Even if the seagulls put up the fight, there wasn’t much they could have done against the thick plastic of the raincoat. Even though (Y/N) was very upset about the mean words, they still wanted to help. This was a mermaid after all! And (Y/N) had a mission to complete! They moved closer and held out the red bandage to the boy. He didn’t notice so they tapped him lightly on his head.

His head shot up and he pressed his back into the sandy bank “W-What’s that?”

“A band-aid.” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly.

“What do they do?”

“It’s for your tail, you’re bleeding.”

He scoffed, “I don’t need it.”

“My teacher said if you don’t use a band-aid you’ll get sick?”

He thought it over for a second, he looked concerned, scared and finally hesitant but willing. He straightened out his tail for (Y/N) and motioned for them to put the bandaid on. (Y/N) carefully places a bandaid on each bleeding spot, all over his arms and on his cheek. Now that they could look at him, they saw he had swirling blue marks along his neck and lower part of his face leading up his bright blue eyes. He was already pretty pale, it made all of other features stand out even more.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked

“Your eyes look like jewels.” (Y/N) answered matter of factly. They completely missed his embarrassed reaction as they wrapped the last band-aid around his finger. They held up their own bandaged hands. “Look, now we're matching!”

He let out a small giggle, “Thanks. I’m Giyuu.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry I scratched you.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I said you were a fish. I know you’re not.”

“You do?”

“Yeah! You’re a mermaid and you grant wishes!”

Giyuu giggled again, “We can’t actually grant wishes. It’s something grown-ups say humans would hunt us for.”

“You mean that’s made up?” (Y/N) whined.

Giyuu shook his head, “It’s just a story.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) replied solemnly.

Giyuu noticed and moved to sit closer to them. “What were you gonna wish for?”

“To be a mermaid.” (Y/N) replied “I like swimming but I’m too little to go out on my own.”

“Oh,” He said. “If I had a wish, I would wish to have legs. I still want to be me, I would just like to walk on land sometimes.”

“Why?” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t have any friends. All the other kids call me mean names. My sister and her friends are mean too!” Giyuu’s claws were digging into his arms again. He stared at the open crack between the pier bottom and rock. “They told me to go grab a rock from the surface if I wasn’t a guppie- and I’m not a guppie! One of those floating things got close to me so I swam and I got caught by the waves! Now I’m gonna die in this stupid hole cause I’m too small and I can’t get over this stupid rock!”

(Y/N) was quick to pull Giyuu into a hug. He sobbed into their shoulder. “It’s okay Giyuu, I’m your friend now.”

“Really?” he yelped

“Yeah!” (Y/N) cheered. “I’m your friend and I’m gonna help you out of this hole okay!”

“Okay!”

There was something about the strength of two kids who put their mind to something. For no good reason should two seven year olds have been able to lift themselves over a large rock with only the help of a plastic bucket and a lot of teamwork but, they did. The tide was still pretty low so (Y/N) had to carry Giyuu towards the water’s edge. Giyuu happily rolled in the bank, glad to be in fresh ocean water and not the murky puddle under a pier. He laid on his stomach letting the cool water run over his body.

“I wish you could come with me,” he lamented. “I think you would like it, sorry I couldn’t grant you a wish.”

“It’s fine, I’m gonna get bigger and swim farther anyway.” (Y/N) smiled “Could you come back tomorrow?”

“I’m probably in big trouble…” He sighed.

“Oh…” (Y/N) replied. “Are you sure you can’t come back?”

“I don't know..” Giyuu said.

“Well, you can take this.” (Y/N) held out their bucket. “Next time you come back we can collect more shells!”

Giyuu smiled, taking the bucket in his hands. He saw stuck on the inside was a deep blue shell, slightly chipped on the side. He handed it over to (Y/N), “Here! Remember me okay?”

“I will never forget you Giyuu,” (Y/N) smiled.

“(Y/N)!” The panicked voice of their guardian came from the shoreline.

“Oh no, I might be in trouble too.” (Y/N) shuddered.

“I’ll see you next time!” Giyuu called. He crawled back into the water and swam off once he was deep enough. (Y/N) watched from the shore as the plastic pail disappeared beneath the waves.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay!? What was that thing?!” Their guardian yelled.

“That was my mermaid friend!” (Y/N) cheered.

They wanted to argue with the child but were too relieved to be mad right now. “Whatever, come on it’s going to start storming!”

The two children, without even realizing it, had tied themselves to each other. Their destinies were intertwined on that beach. A friendship was born and a promise was made. Nothing could stop the hands of fate now.

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mywifealhaitham · 1 year

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greetings! I saw your cafe and couldn't take my eyes of it! May I have a peach pineapple lemonade (where they go to the beach, have a sandcastle building and swimming competitions with Childe's siblings)? Oh, and I'd like my request to be normal and romantic. Thank you!

୨୧ - going to the beach w/ childe and his siblings

⚠: mentions of three of childes siblings, lowercase intended, fluff, use of the pet name angel

a/n: hii im glad you like the cafe event! tysm for requesting this it was so cute !!

୨୧ - link to the cafè event here!

childe was ecstatic about this day. snezhnaya winters were always harsh, snowing covering every square inch of every city. all the citizens were used to the weather by now however they would never pass up a opportunity to bask in the sun's warmth for a day. that type of opportunity finally opened up for childe and his siblings! you lived in a warmer part of teyvat where people often occupied the beaches, basking in the sunlight and soaking up the gentle breeze. you often found yourself on these beautiful beaches, though you were alone with none to hang with. though this all changed once you started dating ajax. he would always tell you stories about his family back in his homeland. one day you had the brilliant idea to invite him and his family to a nice weekend getaway to the beach! just about any snezhnian citizen would never pass up an opportunity like this, and plus childe's siblings finally get to meet the wonderful angel he always talks about so its a win-win! you offered them to stay at your place since it was big and near the beach. when they first arrived, teucer jumped straight in for a excited hug clearly excited to meet his new big sibling. you giggled lightly and gently patted his head then softly grabbing him under his arms and spinning him around a bit. giggles escape you too and you set him down and point towards the vacant room you prepared for the visitors. tonia was next to step in along with anthon following. they both politely shook your hand as they followed the excited teucer to the vacant room. after tonia and anthon entered the next person who stepped in was the one you loved the most, childe. he put down the bags of his siblings things and engulfed you in a tight hug. "I cannot thank you enough for inviting all of us here for a few days. oh? no need to be nervous angel, I'm sure my siblings already love you. you're very charming afterall" he said gently stroking your hair with an adoring grin on his face. you're face flushed making you look away from his captivating gaze. he let you go and let out a laugh seeing you all embarrassed. although the scene in front of him was amusing there's still a beach to go too afterall. turning his attention to the bags on the floor he swiftly picked them up and walked into the room we're he and his siblings are staying in. since your house was always big the room had enough space for the four or them, even if it's a tight fit childe could always sneak into your room afterall. now that reality sat in for childe he was very excited. giggling like a child he set off back to you a grin on his face. "when can we go to the beach? I'd love to enjoy this weather while I can" he asked walking towards a window near your living room that has a direct view to the busy streets and beach. "it's still early so we probably can go now if your siblings are okay with it. there shouldn't be many people there afterall" you said and immediately you hear some footsteps coming your way. tonia and teucer had overheard the plans about the beach. tonia was dressed in a simple dress, most likely bought by childe because all her clothing was made for winter. teucer however was in swim trucks and a cute blue whale swimshirt, in his hand was a plastic bucket with a matching shovel. shortly following behind them was anthon in his swim trucks accompanied by a blue bag filled with towels, sunscreen and other beach essentials. you were shocked to see them all prepared but smiled nonetheless. not wanting to keep them waiting another moment you ushered childe to change into his swimwear as you rushed off into your room to change into yours. finally after a few minutes you all were ready for a nice relaxing day at the beach.

you quickly grabbed your keys and unlocked the front door, holding it open for everyone to leave. as you locked the door and began towards the beach guiding everyone behind you childe sped up a few steps to reach you and hold your hand, giving you a big grin. you explained to everyone that the beach is only a minute away and about the dangers of the sun. after what felt like eons in childe's eyes you finally arrived at the beach. teucer took childes freehand and dragged him excitedly to a vacant spot near the shore. tonia and anthon followed you three and began setting up some towels and a big beach umbrella you brought. before teucer can jump into the water childe quickly scolded him about sunscreen. you reached into the bag anthon brought and pulled out the sunscreen and poured some into your hands. you then handed it too childe and began applying it to your arms and legs, everyone else following along with their own sunscreen. now finally the fun can begin! since teucer was most excited about this day everyone decided to let him pick out most of the activities and first on the list in his head was a super sandcastle building competition. teucer quickly split up everyone into teams; tonia and anthon and him and childe with you as the judge. you gave them about 30 minutes to complete the castles while you laid down in the sun and read a book you brought with. as you read you snuck glances at the four building. tonia and anthon's sandcastle was... something.... it was a pile of sand with some shells in places. meanwhile childe and teucer's sandcastle looked alot better. it actually looked like a mini castle complete with a royal family which conveniently looked like childes siblings along with you, with teucer as the king, you and childe as the prince and princess holding hands and tonia and anthon as knights at the kings side. after the 30 minutes passed teucer came running up to you and dragged you by the wrist as he showed you the castles. you really didn't want to pick one because you truly thought they both were unique and good even if one was a bit deformed, it's the thought that counts! so you proposed a tiebreaker -- a swimming competition! the rules where simple; one team nominaties a teammate to swim to a marker in the water then swim back the fastest. after some whispering between the two teams the ones who were going to be swimming ended up being tonia and childe. they both stepped in the water and waited for the countdown, a determined look on their faces. teucer starting counting down from three and as they hit one the two in the water began to swim as fast as they could. obviously being more experienced childe was in the lead with tonia close behind surprisingly. after a few more suspenseful seconds childe was the first cross the invisible line much to anthon's disappointment and teucer's excitement. in the heat of the moment childe swiftly got ahold of you and spun you around in his arms, giving you thousands of little pecks all around your face. you felt so happy with everyone here enjoying the beach, it was definitely one of your favorite memories with childe.

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forabeatofadrum · 8 months

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A Sandy Situation

Summary: Jack falls asleep on a beach. He's woken up by someone yelling and Jack realises that some children have buried him in the sand. Luckily, that person offers to dig him out.

Notes: The creators of @madisonandmore have been revealed, so I can finally post my story here as well.

I saw this prompt and I loved it. I set this fic in Italy because I can. Thank you @coffeegleek for the amazing title and I hope y'all enjoy.

AO3

Jack's tired. He's been tired for a while, which is why this vacation is needed. He's on the beach. He's lying in the water, but at the shallow part, enjoying the sun. He’s applied enough sunscreen and he’s wearing his trusty Falconers cap.

Damn, he needed this.

The Falconers didn’t win the cup this season, but it was still a busy season. The moment it was over, he packed his stuff and booked a flight to Italy. He declined an offer to go to Bonaire with some of his teammates. He loves those guys, but he needed some alone time.

The Italian sun is shining brightly and the warm temperature is soothing, in a way. Jack normally has to get used to heat. He is Canadian, after all! But now it only helps him relax.

He can feel himself doze off.

Jack is slowly being woken up, but not in a calm way.

No, he’s being woken up by Italian yelling.

“Ma cosa avete in testa? Dove sono i vostri genitori? Queste cose sono pericolose!”

Jack tries to open his eyes. He’s still waking up, but after hearing that loud voice, he’s more awake than before. He tries to lift his arm to rub his eyes, but then he realises he can’t. Something is pressing his arm down.

In fact, something is pressing Jack’s entire body down.

He blinks a couple of times and his eyes hurt because of the sudden influx of light. Once he’s gotten used to it, he takes in the view.

Jack is still lying on the beach. The tide has changed so he is no longer in the water, but instead of seeing his body, he sees sand. There is sand everywhere. A group of young kids are standing next to him, with their backs turned to him. They don’t pay him any attention. Instead, they’re being scolded by someone in angry Italian.

The kids are holding buckets and plastic shovels and Jack realises what is going on. These kids buried him in sand in his sleep.

“Uh… ciao?” Jack says and the kids all tense up. One of them even drops their tools in shock.

Some look over their shoulders and they seem alarmed.

An adult moves the kids to the side. Jack can only see an silhouette because of the sun.

“Tutto bene? Cristo, mi dispiace. Questi bambini pensano di essere divertenti, ma non preoccuparti, ti tirerò fuori di lì-”

This person crouches down and Jack finally can see who woke him.

The guy looks worried as he keeps talking in rapid Italian, but Jack doesn’t hear it. He’s too shocked by the sight of this guy. He’s blond and he has gorgeous brown eyes. He’s wearing red swim trunks and his chest… Jack’s derived mind wants to reach out and touch it, which isn’t a good idea because it would be inappropriate and impossible because of the huge chunk of sand.

Jack realises that the guy’s stopped talking and that he is waiting for Jack to say something back.

“Oh. Uh. Non, uh, non parle- I mean, parlo italiano,” he stammers out.

“Ah.”

“Tourist,” Jack says and he wants to point towards himself to drive his point home, but again, there is a lot of sand.

Jack’s an athelete. He’s incredibly strong, but the even distribution of the sand over his entire body makes it impossible to break out of it. He can feel his arms against his body and the pressure keeps it all down. The fact that the sand is damp makes it even harder.

“Do you speak English?” the guy asks, in English, with an American southern twang in his voice.

“Yes!”

The guy lets out a relieved sigh.

“My daddy is Italian, but I grew up in America. I’m Eric, but everyone calls me Bitty, and I am going to get you out of here,” he says.

“My name is Jack,” Jack says and damnit, he wants to extend his hand. Jack doesn’t realise how used he is to moving freely until it he is unable to do so. “What happened?”

“These pieces of work thought it would be funny to bury you in the sand,” Bitty shoots the kids a nasty look.

“How did this happen?” Jack asks.

“From what I’ve gotten, you lying on the wet sand allowed a small hole for your body to form. The kids saw that and thought it’d be funny to pile a lot of wet sand onto you. They tried to make the hole bigger by digging out sand around you and then they used it to bury you,” Bitty explains and then he turns to the kids again, “Even though they should know that it is incredibly dangerous to bury someone in a hole in the ground! It is safer to put a little amount of dry sand on someone on the surface!”

The kids looks ashamed. One tries to say something, but Bitty’s ice cold stare cuts them off.

“Stava dormendo, for fuck’s sake!” Bitty bites out.

The word dormendo sounds like the French word dormir, which means sleep. Bitty’s right, though. Jack was fast asleep and he didn’t notice a thing. It’s a good thing Bitty was yelling so loudly.

“Uh, hello?” Jack calls out, “Can we go back to this whole sand situation? I kind of want to get out of here.”

Jack doesn’t know if these young Italian kids can speak English, or if they just understand what Jack said because of the context, because the moment Jack finishes that sentence, the kids turn on their heels and bolt.

“Siete degli stronzetti del cazzo!” Bitty yells. He gets up to chase after them but then he realises that it would mean leaving Jack buried in the sand and he stops himself.

“It’s... fine.”

“It’s not,” Bitty sounds frustrated. He’s right, but Jack’s just too used to saying that things are fine when things are clearly not fine.

And he is not fine now. It’s a good thing that the tide is low as well. Really, what the hell were those kids thinking?

“Really sorry about this,” Bitty says and to Jack’s surprise, Bitty starts digging with his bare hands.

“Not your fault.”

“I know, kinda. Still. It feels like at least someone should apologise to you for this shit,” Bitty says and Jack is amazed when Bitty grabs a chunk of sand and tosses it into the sea.

“Thanks. And, uh, it’s fine if you need to get a shovel or something. I will survive.”

Bitty tuts.

“Nonsense, honey. I will not leave you unattended, which makes me wonder where the hell the lifeguard is.”

Jack hadn’t even thought of that.

“Well, start with the upper body then. If you free my arms, I can dig out my legs.”

“Oh, good looking and smart!” Bitty says with a wink, but then he continues as if nothing’s happened and Jack blinks a couple of times. Bitty did just call him good looking, right?

“I have a master’s degree in history, yeah,” Jack blurts out and unfortunately, Bitty’s still digging out his arms, so he cannot slap his hand against his forehead. Why does he have to bring up his degree? Is he trying to impress him? Why would Bitty care about his master’s degree in history anyway?

But Bitty does sound interested.

“Oh yeah? What do you do now, then? Are you one of those fancy historians?”

Jack barks out a laugh. It’s far from it.

“No. I play hockey.”

“Really?” Bitty’s smile widens, “So do I.”

“Professionally?”

Bitty laughs. It sounds like music to Jack’s ears.

“Oh, I wish. No, just for fun. Ice hockey, right?”

“Yes! You play?”

“I started out as a figure skater and switched to ice hockey,” Bitty explains.

“That’s really cool,” Jack says honestly. The two sports are very different, so it must’ve been an impressive switch.

The two of them talk about hockey and Jack learns that even though Bitty likes playing, he doesn’t really pay attention to the professional hockey world, which relieves Jack. They’re so invested in their conversation, since Jack is always 110% when it comes to hockey and Bitty loves to talk, that they don’t realise Bitty’s dug out most of Jack’s upper body until Bitty accidentally scratches Jack’s chest.

Bitty pulls back his hand in shock and he stares at Jack with wide eyes.

“I… Sorry.”

“No worries,” Jack says.

Now that the upper part of his body has been freed, he’s able to sit up and shake off some extra sand. He rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. Oh, freedom!

He also runs his hand through his hair to get rid of the sand there, but it’s no use. The moment Jack’s fully free, he’s going for a swim and then he’s going to take a shower.

He wants to thank Bitty for helping him. He wants to tell Bitty that he can take it from here.

But when he turns to Bitty, Bitty’s in awe. His eyes are still wide and he is definitely checking Jack out now.

Jack doesn’t mind at all. He knows he looks good. He’s comfortable in his skin and the appreciation is a nice bonus. He usually doesn’t try to care that much about what others think of him, but with Bitty, Jack likes to be seen.

When Bitty realises that Jack’s noticed, he starts to sputter out some words, but Jack just laughs.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know?” he says, hoping that it comes off as flirty. Jack isn’t always the best with words, but he’s had to endure enough of Ransom and Holster’s PowerPoint Presentations on flirting to at least pick up some things.

Bitty turns as red as his swimming trunks, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he moves to dig out Jack’s legs and all plans of telling Bitty to leave fly out of the window. Jack does help him and after a short amount of time, Jack can move his legs too.

Bitty burst into laughter when he sees Jack’s yellow water shoes, though.

“They’re practical!” Jack says.

“They sure are a choice, dear.”

Bitty gets up and holds out a hand. Jack doesn’t necessarily need to be helped up, but he cannot deny Bitty.

“Freedom!” Jack yells out, which makes some people stop and stare. Bitty laughs again and Jack realises that he likes to make Bitty laugh. He wants to make him laugh some more.

“Well mister…”

“Zimmermann,” Jack supplies.

“Zimmerman. Mister Zimmermann, what will you do with this newfound freedom?”

Jack turns his head towards the sea. The water is gorgeous and inviting. He already knew what he wants.

“Join me for a swim?” he asks and he holds out his hand. Bitty takes it.

Half an hour later, and after a short shower at the beach showers, Jack and Bitty walk towards the accompanying beach club and Jack realises he doesn’t want this to end. He wants Bitty to stay, but before he can ask, Bitty beats him to it.

“I don’t want this to end. Do you?” he asks.

“I don’t want that either,” Jack admits.

Bitty turns red again, but a huge smile also breaks out on his face.

“Great. So, then, can I buy you a drink?”

“Yes!”

Bitty orders since Jack’s Italian is kind of horrendous.

“Oh honey, I have so much to teach you,” Bitty says as they sit down with their drinks.

“Yeah?” Jack asks. He likes the sound of that. He likes the idea of seeing Bitty again.

“How have you been surviving in this country?” Bitty jokes.

“Barely,” Jack deadpans and Bitty snorts, “Note to self, don’t fall asleep on the beach.”

“To be fair, I don’t think a lot of tourist websites include that tip,” Bitty says with a smile, “Although, may I say that a part of me is glad that those shitheads buried you in sand?”

“Yes,” Jack says, “You may. I am glad too.”

It was still a shitty thing to do, but it brought him and Bitty together.

And Jack moves his hand closer to Bitty’s, hoping that it isn’t too forward. It’s just the touch of the fingertips, and he’s certain he’s read the situation correctly, but you can never be too cautious. Luckily, Bitty has an enamoured look on his face and he puts his hand over Jack’s.

All things come to an end, and Bitty has to go. His family is throwing a BBQ and Bitty promised he’d be home early so that he could help out. They finish their drinks, and then walk hand-in-hand to the exit, but Bitty stops them there.

“Can I get your number?” he asks.

Jack agrees that that’s a great idea. They quickly exchange numbers and promise to call each other.

“Well then, bye,” Bitty says and he does an awkward wave.

“See you later,” Jack says and winks.

Bitty once again turns red, but then he turns around and slowly walks away. Jack watches him go with a fond look on his face. Jack is very happy about how this day ended. He didn’t come to Italy to find a date, but he’s not complaining at all.

He does realise there’s a way to make this day even better.

“Wait!” Jack yells and runs after him.

Bitty turns around and he raises an eyebrow. Jack stops right in front of him.

“Did I forget anything?” Bitty tilts his head in confusion.

“Yeah,” Jack says nervously, but then he thinks, fuck it.

He cups Bitty’s face. Bitty’s dark eyes widen when he realises what Jack is planning. He tilts his head in anticipation and he puts his hands on Jack’s arms. Jack leans in to kiss him.

It’s a small and soft kiss, but it’s perfect.

Jack kisses him again, and again.

Eventually, Bitty’s phone starts buzzing and they reluctantly stop.

“That’s… that’s probably my mama,” Bitty sounds flustered, “I should get going.”

“Yeah,” is all that Jack says.

“But I’ll see you. Tomorrow, preferably. I know a great trattoria for lunch.”

“Yeah,” Jack says again, “Text me the address. I’ll be there.”

“Can’t wait,” Bitty says and they kiss one last time before Bitty’s phone plays its ringtone. His mother must be really impatient.

They say their goodbyes and Jack watches Bitty turn a corner and he’s gone.

For now.

Jack lets out a happy sigh and he walks back to the beach so that he can pack up his stuff. His phone buzzes. It’s Bitty, who sent the address.

> See you tomorrow! A domani!

Jack can’t wait.

End notes: Thank you @martsonmars for providing me with the Italian translations. Here's the original English:

- “What were you guys thinking? Where are your parents? This is incredibly dangerous!” - “Are you alright? Oh my God, I am so sorry. These kids think they’re funny, but no worries, I am going to get you out of there-” - “He was asleep, - “Fucking assholes!” - See you tomorrow!

It was very nice to have 6 different versions of "Fucking assholes!" to choose from. Anyway, thank you for reading!

#ficlet #holy fuck I wrote #zimbits #omgcp #2023

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jester-lover · 1 year

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One Morning in Winter

A cute little Vyv x reader drabble to pair with the headcanons!

cw- fluff, fem! term (once)

The blanket was fluttering slightly beneath your shoulders, it smelled like old books and staircases, everything in Vyvyan’s room did, considering it was all second-hand. Warm hands grasped on to your arms, gently pulling the blanket off before tapping on your shoulders.

“Get up! Get up girly, we'll miss the snow!”

The grating voice snapped your eyes open, quickly making you sit up and meet the gaze of the man himself, your lover. Vyvyan’s regular trihawk was slightly off centered, his wide eyes glanced towards the window again, hands running down your arms to hold both your hands. He helped you off the rickety bed, the blanket fell to the ground in a quick swoop.

“What’s so important about the snow anyway?”

Yawns escaped your mouth in tandem with the words, and the punk quickly turned around, hands interlocked behind your back as his eyebrows furrowed. He stilled for a minute.

“So I can shove fresh snow down Rick’s bedsheets.”

The matter-of-fact tone no longer surprised you, and you smiled at his honesty. When the two of you crept past the rickety stairs, he ran to the couch, picking up a small red pail, the kind children use to build sandcastles at beaches, with a matching plastic shovel. He stomped back towards you, moving towards the door before letting you exit first.

“So what do you want me to help you with?”

The thin nightgown you wore didn’t keep out the chill of the London snow, Vyvyan was just fine however, short sleeves and all. He turned towards you in a staggering motion, raising the shovel up and pointing it at you.

“Moral, of course.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved to step on the damp carpet by the entrance, watching the man of your dreams shovel snow into a plastic pail. It took Vyvyan a solid two minutes to get it all in, jumping up and down in victory once he got to his goal. Quickly he turned around to show you the finished product, letting his shovel fall to the ground. He placed the bucket by the door before giving you a tight hug, his arms still somehow warm. His smiling face was contagious.

“Let's get going!”

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The damp wallpaper in Rick’s room was practically peeled off completely, and his posters of Lenin and Marx opened a wide gap into his thought process. Vyvyan ran into the door, and immediately dumped the snow all over the sleeping man, along with throwing the bucket at his head.

“VYVYAN! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!”

The two of you giggled at his aghast expression as Rick shivered and tried to brush himself clean of snow. Vyvyan swept you up in a cold hug, making sure to rub your back with his frozen hands, causing you to break into a fit of mad laughter and run out the doorway, back into his room.

The punk followed you, hugging you from behind as he finally caught up to you. His raspy, quivering voice spoke up in the new silence, mimicking a posh upper-class accent.

“What a wonderful way to start winter!”

A/N- I'll make Rick headcanons when I finish the show!!

#vyvyan basterd x reader #vyvyan basterd #the young ones #rick pratt #rik mayall #niche fandom #niche interests #80s #reader insert

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vannahfanfics · 1 year

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Catching Crabs (And Feelings)

Word Count: 2750

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: Ochako and Katsuki go hunting for crabs on the beach the first night of their class' summer vacation. Turns out that they've already caught something else...

“Wow!” Ochako breathed in wonder as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and leaned over the white metal railing of the balcony, brown eyes gleaming as she gazed at the beach in the near distance. The full moon and the bright stars reflected on the indigo waves, making it seem like diamonds flickered in the depths; the frothing seafoam glowed in the soft white light, as did the dunes of pure white sand making up the slithering shoreline. The crashing of the water rang in Ochako’s ear, even several stories up on the condominium balcony. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands around her ears, savoring the gentle to and fro of the tide.

Class 3-A had decided to pool their funds (and milk their parents’ pockets a little) to scrounge up enough money to rent a beachside condominium for a week of their summer vacation. Of course, considering their hero-in-training status, several of the U.A. teachers had to chaperone, but they were giving the students their relative privacy and were staying in the flat next door. They’d spent most of the day driving in, shopping for beach essentials, and enjoying a meal at one of the local seafood restaurants. Many of them were buzzing to hit the beach, but the night had closed in before they’d had the chance.

Some of her classmates were debating going down to the pool as a substitute, but Ochako craved the squish of the toes in her sand and the deafening crash of the waves. She flitted back inside, leaving the glass sliding door open to allow the salt-kissed breeze to flow into the condo’s living room. She carefully picked her way across the collection of pallets and air mattresses strewn around the furniture (after all, they had to do their best to fit twenty-one students in a condo made for ten) to the collection of beach toys, inflatables, towels, and other odds and ends crammed in the entranceway.

“Hey, does anyone wanna go hunt crabs with me?” she declared while plucking up a bucket and a shovel. She spun on her feet, beaming excitedly and holding up the plastic tools. “It’ll be fun!”

“I dunno, Ochako, it’s kinda dark!” Tooru fretted from where she sat cross-legged on her air mattress, squirming. “I think I’ll just go to the pool… I want to show off my new swimsuit, anyway!” she gushed with a sidelong glance at Mashirao, who was leaning against the kitchen bar chatting happily with Koji and Rikido, who had all donned their swim trunks in preparation for hitting the pool.

Ochako puffed out her cheeks, annoyed that Tooru was abandoning her to flirt, and looked at the rest of the girls.

“Mina and I are prepping everyone’s beach bags for tomorrow!” Momo reported from the couch, where she and the pink-haired girl were folding up towels and putting them in cloth bags, along with sunscreen, plastic bags for their cellphones, snack bars, and other necessities.

“I’m going swimming too, ribbit,” Tsuyu croaked as she walked out from changing, sporting her cute frog-patterned two-piece.

“Denki and I are going across the street to the surf store to check out the tee-shirts,” Kyoka reported, lounging on a bar stool while sucking on a popsicle. “Sorry, Ochako,” she added when the girl’s face obviously revealed how crestfallen she was.

All of her friends were otherwise busy, and the boys were all getting fired up about a pool volleyball tournament, so it seemed she wouldn’t be hunting crabs tonight.

“Oh…” she murmured as her arms fell, the bucket swinging limply by her side. Each clack of the attached shovel against it made her heart clench sadly. “That’s okay!” she smiled, trying to cheer herself up. “We can always go another night. We’ll be here for a week, after all!” She knew that was true, but it didn’t really abate the disappointment much.

As she was miserably setting the bucket down, someone hit her on the top of the head with a plastic shovel.

“Oi, Cheeks,” Katsuki huffed when she looked up at him in shock. “What’s the deal, are none of us guys good enough for you? Didn’t bother to ask any of us.”

“O-oh!” she exclaimed, heat flushing into her face as embarrassment flooded through her body. “I-I’m sorry, you all seemed so pumped up about playing volleyball, so I thought all of you were going to the pool…” she explained meekly, straightening up and rubbing the back of her neck.

When she laughed nervously, Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly. He then just nudged her with his bucket, pushing her towards the door.

“Come on. Let’s go, Cheeks,” he grunted, snatching up two flashlights and dumping them in his bucket while he continued to bump her down the hallway. Ochako could only sputter in confusion as he corralled her to the elevator. She clutched her bucket to her chest, staring down at the fancy tiled floor as her cheeks burned bright red. Her mind whirled in confusion, and she glanced at Katsuki out of her peripheral vision to see him standing there with his hands in his cargo shorts pockets and the bucket resting on his wrist, watching the numbers count down to the garage floor.

I’m so confused! I know that Katsuki would much rather be playing volleyball with all the guys, so… why is he so adamant to take me crab-hunting? she thought wildly. The pleasant ding of the elevator provided no answer.

She meekly followed him out, walking in silence across the condo’s parking garage and through the gates that led to the pool. A few young teens frolicked in the water, splashing each other and laughing as they played Marco Polo. Several college-aged students lounged in the hot tub, drinking from red plastic cups.

They marched across the concrete poolside to a set of wooden stairs that had a gate leading to the beach. Katsuki lifted the latch and allowed her to pass, then followed behind her. She felt her hair stand on edge as he loomed behind her, prompting her to scamper across the sand-strewn wooden boardwalk down into the sand.

“Here, Cheeks,” he said, joining her in the sand and handing her a flashlight.

She flipped it on, and the circle of white light puddled over the dunes, making the particles glow beautifully. Her flip-flops squeaked with each step as she sunk down into the thick sand, occasionally crunching on dried-up seaweed and discarded driftwood. She cast the beam of the flashlight around, and the light refracted on the crashing waves in the near distance.

As they came to the shoreline, the thick white sand gave way to water-saturated, grainy brown. Ochako could see tiny white crabs scuttling in the surf. Their little pinchers waved to and fro as they dodged the swirling white seafoam; a few of them didn’t scamper fast enough, and their wee round forms were swallowed up by the frothing water and carried back into the sea. Occasionally, they’d come trundling back, disgruntledly snapping their claws as water dripped from their carapaces.

Ochako skipped up to the edge of the water with a delighted squeal, sending a few of the crabs skittering away.

“Look, Katsuki! They’re so cute!”

“You can hardly see the little bastards,” he sniffed in disdain, leaning down with squinting eyes to inspect the crabs zig-zagging around the wet sand and leaving itty-bitty tracks in their wake. “Why do you wanna catch ‘em?”

“Because it’s fun!” she answered, detaching her shovel from her bucket. She set the bucket down away from the surf so it wouldn’t be carried away before stalking along the shoreline, creeping up on the oblivious crabs. She snuck up on one plucking at some wet green seaweed; with a shout, she dove down with the shovel and scooped it up. She grabbed it by a little leg, holding it up triumphantly to Katsuki.

“My parents are of poor means, but every year we still made a trip to the beach. After the sun went down, we would all hunt crabs together!” she explained, ignoring the way the crab squirmed in her fingers and snapped irritatedly.

She smiled nostalgically as she walked up to her bucket and gently dropped the crab in. It circled the bottom, tapping at the plastic sides, before relaxing to sit quietly and snap its little claws.

“None of us get to see our parents often these days… I guess being at the beach made me realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen them, so I really wanted to go.”

There was a period of silence, during which Ochako realized what she said. She snapped her hand to her reddening cheek, looking at him in embarrassment.

“So-sorry! That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“No,” he huffed, tilting his head as he looked away at the rolling waves. “I figured it was something like that, which is why I dragged your ass out here,” he admitted in a small voice, walking up next to her to drop her bucket in the sand. Through the beams of the flashlights, she could just barely catch his face turning pink as she gaped at him in shock. “Wh-what’s that face for, Cheeks?” he snapped, grabbing her chin and squishing her chubby cheeks.

“Nuh-nuting!” she squeaked through his grip. “I’m jusht shuprished…”

He released her face with a small grunt. Ochako rubbed it, the nerves still tingling from where he’d teasingly grabbed her.

“That’s really nice of you… I know you’d rather be with the guys.”

“Bah,” he huffed and turned around, shining his flashlight around to see the crabs scrambling about. “If I’d gone, I’d’ve spent the whole night thinkin’ about how sad you looked…”

Ochako inhaled quietly, the bubbly feeling of gratitude and awe rising up in her body. He did it because he didn’t want me to be sad…

Smiling sweetly, she skipped up beside him.

“You’re really sweet, you know?”

“D-don’t call me that!” he cried, jerking away from her and hiding his face with a hand. Though his fingers covered most of his face, she could still see his bright red blush peeking out through the gaps. “Let’s just hunt these stupid crabs for a while and then go back, okay?” He stiffly dove down to scoop up some unsuspecting crabs, then cursed as he tried to pick it up and it pinched his finger. “Ow! You little fucker!” he said, dropping it into the sand and sucking angrily on his cut fingertip.

Ochako laughed, retrieving the crab and holding it up by its back leg.

“Like this,” she said. He glared at the wriggling crab, flipping it off while he continued to suck on his injured finger.

Ochako laughed and carried the crab to her bucket, where it acquainted itself with the current occupant. As she turned back, a cold breeze rolled across the beach, making her shiver. Now that she looked at it, the water was a murky black, and the crashing of the waves seemed to echo unnaturally around them.

“What, Cheeks?” Katsuki asked, squatting down and unsuccessfully grabbing at another crab. He scowled as it jumped away from its fingers and sought safety in the frothing water.

She walked up to him, looking around with scrunched eyebrows.

“Well, it’s just… It’s kinda spooky.”

“Wait, you gettin’ cold feet?” he sneered as he straightened up. He put the flashlight under his chin, casting strange shadows over his face. “Oooooooooo, I’m a ghost,” he warbled while wagging the fingers of his other hand.

Ochako snickered and pushed him in the shoulder.

“Don’t make fun of me! It’s a little creepy out here!” she complained, stomping her feet in the wet sand. She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze blew, shuddering with cold and a little bit of apprehension.

“Jeez. You’re such a girl,” he smiled with a roll of his eyes. She squeaked as he abruptly grabbed her hand, holding it tight. “Creepy sea ghosts or whatever, I won’t let anything happen to you. I am gonna be number one someday,” he grinned haughtily.

Ochako was too busy turning to mush to comment on his overwhelming self-confidence.

He’s… he’s holding my hand… She certainly did feel safer. His hand was so warm and surprisingly comforting despite the hard calluses on his palms from his explosion Quirk. His skin was soft, probably from the nitroglycerin. A shy smile found its way onto her lips, making her sheepishly curl in on herself.

“Thanks…”

“All right. Now let’s hunt some crabs,” Katsuki smirked, his red eyes glinting with clear affection.

True to his word, he held her hand, which made it a little awkward when she stooped down to pluck up the crabs. Still, it was fun, too; she’d tugged on him playfully, making him stumble, and he’d respond by yanking her around randomly while they were trawling the wet sand for more critters. Soon the crab hunt was abandoned and they were just playing tug-of-war with each other, spinning around and kicking up sand. They stumbled into the surf, the water splashing around their calves. They stood there in the water, panting slightly with their cheeks shining in exertion, staring into each other’s eyes as the moon bathed them in its beautiful white glow.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Katsuki. It means a lot,” she said after a minute. “You’re a good friend.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making her wonder if perhaps she’d said something odd. Then, he inhaled sharply, fear flashing in his eyes like he was about to tumble into the depths.

“Do you really think I came out here with you because I wanna be a good friend?” His voice was soft and deadly serious, a combination that made goosebumps sweep over her arms and legs. She stared at him in confusion, heart thumping in her chest, as he stepped a little closer to her. “You know how I said I would think about how sad you looked all night?” He was still holding her hand, so he brought it up to his face; he held it between them for a moment, internally debating, before gently turning her hand so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of her palm. “I can’t stand the sad look on your face, Ochako, because I’m stupidly in love with you. Dufus,” he spoke gently against her skin.

She pressed her lips into a thin line as a thousand feelings welled up in her at once. Her mouth continually opened and closed as her face tried to process the rapid succession of emotions she was trying to process, and what the hell she was supposed to say to that.

“I can’t believe you just confessed to me and insulted me in the same sentence,” she managed finally, her tone flat.

Katsuki just snorted, his mouth still pressed to her hand.

“Is it really that much of a surprise?”

“No,” she laughed, his calm demeanor and snark allowing her to finally recover from the shock. She smiled warmly, eyes gleaming as he continued to peer at her over the tops of their linked hands. His red eyes glinted like rubies, making her marvel for the first time how beautiful they really were. “I have to admit, it’s surprisingly effective, too,” she said cheekily, biting down on the tip of her tongue as she raised her eyebrows suggestively at him.

“Oh? Look at you, trying to flirt,” he chuckled, finally pulling his lips away from her hand to smirk at her. “Cute.” He used his free hand to swipe a finger down the bridge of her nose, smirk widening. “As much as I would like to stare at your round chubby cheeks all night, it’s cold as hell out here.” Now that he mentioned it, the temperature had dropped considerably as the sea breeze began to roll in. “Whadaya say we set the crabs free and get goin’, huh?”

They tossed their collection of crabs into the waves, where they sunk to the sandy bottom and went about their crabby business. Hand-in-hand, they walked slowly back up towards the condominium, Katsuki swinging their arms in between them. Ochako had already been excited about their summer beach getaway, but now she was very curious as to what the rest of the week would hold. She knew one thing for sure—her new boyfriend was going to make sure that she would be as happy as she could be!

#kacchako #bakuraka #bakugo x uraraka #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka x bakugo #uraraka x bakugou #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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lukeevangelista · 2 years

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Could you write a blurb of one of the umich boys your choice of the two of you going to the beach and you wanting to tan but the other gets bored and you pull out a shovel and bucket and they just start to dig a hole to pass the time :)

@cuttergauthierr said mackie or briss and then she said mackie but I already had briss planning the moment she said briss

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“Can we-“

“Yes.” You nodded, already knowing what was going to come out of Brendans mouth, considering it was the only thing you two had done the entire time you had been visiting him in California.

“Go get dressed hotshot.” He grinned as he gave your ass a tap as you walked by.

“Rude.”

“You love it.” He cheekily grinned as you ran up the stairs to find your swim suit, your beach blanket, and two towels. You quickly changed into your bathing suit,

You shoved the rest of it in a bucket that you had picked up from the store. It came with a little shovel and figured it’d be good for carrying the small stuff you needed instead of lugging a tote down the beach everyday; plus you could make sand castles with it and that was the real kicker for you.

“Let’s go.” You said as your slides flipped behind you as you walked down the stairs.

“I don’t know.. maybe we should stay here.” He grinned, “i could think of plenty of things to do.”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’, “You mentioned it and now I want to tan.”

Brendan rolled his eyes as he grabbed the plastic bucket from you and grabbing your hand with his free one as you two started to walk down the stairs that connected to the beach from his parents house.

“I want to tan.” He continued to mock you as you two walked down the beach.

“Brendan, you’re not gonna lucky if you keep mocking me.” You nonchalantly said as you grabbed the beach blanket from the bucket causing him to immediately shut up.

“Lips are sealed.”

You threw your head back as you let out a laugh at the brunette boy.

“I-“

“No. Hush. This is quiet time now.” You said as you laid down on the sand, sliding your sun glasses up on your face as you heard Brendan mutter under his breath as he unfolded the chair he typically sat in.

It didn’t take long for the boy to get bored as he finally put his phone up and went into the ocean for a bit before coming to sit back with you.

“I’m bored.” He whined, “There’s nothing to do.”

“There’s plenty to do.” You called back, “Besides, there’s a whole ocean. Go pick seashells or something.” You grumbled.

“But-“

“There’s a shovel in the bucket. Go build a fort or something.” You said as you flipped over, “I’ll join you soon.“

Brendan sighed as he grabbed the bucket, setting the towels in the chair he was in and went and found a good spot to start digging in.

About 20 minutes had passed before you finally started to feel too warm, quickly standing up and going into the cold ocean to cool off before joining Bren.

“Nice of you to finally join me.” He looked up at you.

“Nice of you to finally leave me alone for a while.” You replied back causing him to scoff, “It was peaceful.”

He rolled his eyes as a playful grin tugged at his lips, “I built this. By myself.” He pointed to the lopsided, poorly structured sand castle.

You took your lips between your teeth, trying not to let out a laugh, “It looks good honey.”

“It does.” He agreed, looking proud.

“I’m glad you had fun. That’s all that matters.”

#brendan brisson #soft thoughts w/ari #ari’s 600 followers event

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mimisempai · 10 months

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Sweet summer, sweet

Summary

On vacation at the beach, Greg and his niece play a little prank on a sleeping Mycroft. Greg will have to make it up to his lover.

Notes

Mystrade Monday 1.0 #40 - “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

635 words - Rating G

Mycroft was lying on a beach chair in the shade of an umbrella, watching in the distance as Greg played in the water with his niece, Lisa.

They had taken the little girl on a week's vacation to the south of France so that her mother could have some time to herself.

Although he couldn't hear her from where he was, he saw the little girl laugh out loud as her uncle threw her into the water. Mycroft himself couldn't help laughing as she threw herself at Greg to make him go underwater, and Greg pretended to sink before emerging from the water with a loud grunt that made her laugh out loud again.

Mycroft sighed contentedly and, nestling a little deeper into the beach chair, laid his head back and let sleep take him.

When suddenly he was jolted awake by a splash of water and Lisa's voice shouting, "Quick, Uncle Mycroft! The tide's coming in!"

Panicked, he opened his eyes, then scrambled to his feet, ready to grab everything, when he suddenly stopped as he saw Lisa and her uncle laughing out loud.

The little girl exclaimed, still laughing, "You fell for it!"

Still dazed at being woken so abruptly, Mycroft said nothing. Then Greg knelt down beside him and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Mycroft, a little grumpy, seeing that Greg was still holding back a laugh, replied, "Don't apologize if you don't mean it."

Greg shook his head, "I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face."

Mycroft muttered, "I'd like to see you, sleeping peacefully in the sun and woken up like this.

Lisa climbed on top of Mycroft and said sheepishly, "I'm so sorry Uncle Mycroft, it was Uncle Greg's idea. I never meant to frighten you."

Greg exclaimed, "You little traitor!"

Mycroft couldn't help smiling at Greg's offended expression and said to the little girl, "I'll forgive you for being his accomplice if you give me a kiss."

"That's easy!" exclaimed Lisa.

She planted a wet, ringing kiss on Mycroft's cheek, then got off his lap and turned to her uncles, "I'm going to make a sandcastle, will you help me afterwards, Uncle Greg?"

Greg pretended to think about it and then replied, "Since you betrayed me, I don't feel much like helping you."

The little girl replied, "All you have to do is give Uncle Mycroft a kiss and I'm sure he'll forgive you.

Then, armed with her shovel and plastic bucket, she ran off to start building her sand castle.

Greg turned around and asked in a fake sheepish tone, "Is she right? If I give you a kiss, will you forgive me?"

Mycroft, with a playful expression on his face, replied, "That depends on the kiss."

Not one to turn down a challenge, Greg leaned over Mycroft and pressed his lips to his in a light kiss that lasted only a few seconds, then pulled away and asked cheekily, "Is that enough?"

Mycroft licked his lips and replied, "I think I could use a little more persuasion."

Greg quickly complied and this time didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, which went on and on, both men becoming oblivious to their surroundings. This was without counting Lisa, who called out to them in a shrill voice, causing them to freeze in the kiss.

"Hey, it's okay Uncle Greg, I think he's forgiven you, you can stop kissing him now!"

Mycroft and Greg looked at each other, then giggled like two teenagers caught in the act.

Greg raised an eyebrow at Mycroft and asked, "Is she right? Am I forgiven?"

Mycroft stared at Greg in silence for a few seconds, then drew him against him, capturing his lips in another passionate kiss. However, he didn't let the kiss continue, pulling Greg's lower lip between his teeth before gently releasing it and whispering in a husky voice, "Now you're forgiven."

Then he pushed him gently and added, "Be a good uncle and go help your niece build her sandcastle."

Greg chuckled softly, taking it for what it was, a gentle retaliation, and walked away under his lover's amused gaze.

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