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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years

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You meet a HQ volleyball team on your vacation #1

Length: 1500 words

Genre: a little fluff & slice of life

#1: Karasuno (beach)

You look up to the deep-blue sky, shadowing your eyes while searching for a cloud, but no matter how hard you tried, you can’t find any. No wonder why, it is the hottest day you’ve seen that summer. The air is heavy from the heat and your throat feels really dry even though you’ve drank from your bottle just a couple of seconds ago.

The beach is crowded as usual which makes you feel a little lonely. You try and not think about that as force your way through the people, fixing your eyes on the sea.

The aquamarine water in front of you seems so fresh, so inviting. You just can’t wait to get into it. You just can’t wait to sink into the infinite water and forget all about your worries and struggles, and actually enjoy your summer break.

You quickly throw your towel to an empty spot on the ground covered in sand, then stripped out of your clothes. Apply some sunscreen in a hurry, put your hair up in a ponytail then you start rushing towards the water.

As you get closer, it keeps getting bigger and now it’s the only thing you see. You instantly forget about everything, your grades that didn’t end up being good enough, your friends who didn’t even care to accompany you to the beach, your parents who have to work all day leaving you all alone at home…

And you’re ready to take the last step to jump into the water…

And your senses are blinded by the beautiful, luring water, so much that you don’t hear the alarming yell.

You only feel something, an unknown power harshly hitting your head. Then you lose your balance and everything goes black.

The first thing that reaches you in the blank darkness are the many different voices.

You’re hovering in the infinite black for a few seconds until their meaning finally gets to you. And suddenly, everything comes back.

You’re conscious now but – despite that your body immediately wants to move – you stay still, and continue to listen to those sounds.

– Bakageyama! Your toss was too low, I told you to bring it higher! – An excited voice claims loudly. – Now look at what you’ve done!

– It was your fault! – Retorts someone. – You can’t even handle my easiest tosses, idiot!

– Someone strangle these imbeciles – joins the dialogue a low voice who doesn’t sound like excited at all, almost like its owner was bored to death.

– Hinata! Kageyama! Calm down! – orders someone, while other sound like they’re holding back their laughter in the background.

– Is she gonna be okay, Suga? – asks someone in a worried, or rather scared tone.

– Stop shaking, Asahi, she’s fine. – The voice comes from directly above you, so suddenly that your heart skips a beat.

You open your eyes slightly so you can catch a glimpse of the guys around you.

The last words came from the boy kneeling next to you. He has silver hair and eyes – you state as you examine him through your eyelashes.

– Are you sure? Shouldn’t we take her to the infirmary?

– She’s gonna wake up in a minute, I’m sure – replies the silver-haired boy, Suga, then he turns at you.

You’re caught. It’s too late to close your eyes, so you just open them wide and look up to him. His whole face brightens up as he smiles at you.

– Good morning! Are you alright?

The whole group goes silent and everyone looks at you. You avert your eyes in fluster, then slowly nod. Although the back of your head does feel a little heavy where you got hit, it was bearable.

– Ah, good – sighs Suga but the tall, bearded man next to him looks even more relieved. – You scared us a little with your faint. Hinata, you should apologise for hitting her so badly!

– I’m really sorry! – An orange-headed little guy jumps in front of you and although he was arguing with his friend a few moments ago, he seems regretful now. – It was the low set, my hand slipped, I wasn’t aiming at you, I promise!

– I’m glad – you mutter, touching the back of your head. You feel really embarrassed as so many people are looking at you, but when you take a better look at them, they actually seem like nice people.

– I apologise too – says an older looking guy with a warm smile. He places his hands on Hinata’s and a grumpy looking, black-haired boy’s shoulders. – My kids can be quite feral.

– You’re not their dad… are you? – You instantly regret asking this stupid question from a guy who’s clearly in his late high-school years but luckily he just starts laughing along with some other boys.

– Daichi-san! He really is kinda our dad at this point! – yells a very short boy with his hands on his hips.

– Dadchi-san! – adds the guy wearing no shirt next to him.

– Well, I’m the captain of the team – explains Daichi kindly. – So you could say I’m some sort of leader figure.

– Team? What team? – you ask.

– Volleyball! – shouts Hinata. This one word is enough to make him so excited that he grabs your hand and makes you stand up. He points at the other side of the beach. – We play there, in groups of four! Kageyama and Suga-san are the setters and I’m the ace of our team…

– She’s probably not interested in this – interrupts a blonde guy whose voice you remember. When your eyes were closed, he sounded salty but actually seeing him up-close makes him look at least three times saltier. A tall, green-haired boy stands next to him, nodding to his words with a sweet smile. – Just let her go back to her group already.

– Ah, you’re right, Tsukishima! – agrees Suga to his words. – So? Where’s your group? We can walk you back.

– I- I came alone.

You hate to say that out loud. Now everyone will pity you and make your loneliness a hundred times worse.

You lower your head… Only to look up again when the orange boy next to you excitedly yells.

– Oh! Then she can join us!

You stare at him in disbelief but you’re the only one who’s surprised by his words.

– Good idea, Shoyo! – shouts the other short boy, then he points at himself. – My name is Nishinoya, the libero! Great to have you in the group!

– I don’t… I don’t want to be inconvenient… – you start stuttering.

– You’re not – smiles Suga –, it’s the least we can do for you after our children attacked you.

– But I’m really…

– Come on, we need one more player anyway since someone has to be the referee.

You try to refuse again but it’s actually harder this time. The idea of playing with them seems actually nicer and nicer with every passing moment. Volleyball was always much fun and the boys seem like a good company.

– I can teach you my Rolling Thunder if you play with us – says Nishinoya but the others instantly boo him.

– That won’t make her come!

– You know your thunder is just a regular receive, right, Noya-san? – asks Tsukishima with a contemptuous smirk.

– Don’t be cocky with your elders!

You can’t help but smile at them, then finally give with a nod. Tsukishima and Noya keep on arguing but the others ignore them and ask questions about you as they lead you to the volleyball net.

Hinata explains to you how playing in the sand is so different, Suga and Daichi ask how you do in school, even the bearded man, Asahi and the shy Yamaguchi tries to get to know you.

You soon begin to play beach volleyball and it has the same effect on you as the water. You really do forget about everything and have fun with the dorky boys who are really funny and amusing, even without realizing it.

Noya really tries the so called Rolling Thunder, but only half-succeeds since he fells into a sandcastle a little kid is building. They calm him down by giving him Kageyama’s milk which the setter is not particularly happy about. Yamaguchi tries a floating serve and starts happily blushing when he succeeds, immidiately turning to Tsukishima, who nods with a hidden smile. Suga teases Asahi so much, Daichi has to cut in. When Tanaka scores, he can’t rip off his shirt since he’s already shirtless, so as a compensation, he shouts so loudly that a kid nearby starts crying. It turns out it was the same child who’s castle was ruined, but the milk isn’t enough this time, so Hinata – who’s the best with children – and you have to play with him a little in the sand. Later you go back and with the help of the aspiring ace, you score a point and everyone cheers for you.

You only realise how much time you’ve spent with them when the sun starts setting down. You only realise how much you’ve enjoyed yourself with them. And how don’t feel alone on your vacation any more.

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toukenramblings · 3 years

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Can i request Hasebe, Tomoe and Kashuu reacting to child!Saniwa asking if they can go to their PTA meeting or watch them during a sports festival at their school pls ?

Oh my god.

Babeh.

Sports festival saniwa...oh my god. @rexcaliburechoes REXY HI PLS TAKE DIS FOOD

Heshikiri Hasebe

Hasebe isn’t...all that good with kids? He can tolerate them and as he gets closer to the master, he’ll begin to cherish them. They are still his master, no matter how small they are! Sure it’ll take some getting used to but like...he can handle it....he thinks?

One day they shyly ask him to attend a festival at their school a handwritten invitation given out to him. “I-I trust you...” the little one would say, small little hands gripping the paper to the point it may rip - head bowed as they hold it out to him. Hasebe can’t say no! They are so brave to ask him and he’s flattered really.

When the day of the festival comes, Hasebe had researched what they are like beforehand. He is prepared for the hot sun with copious amounts of water, a hat, bento boxes, so on and so forth! He’s uber prepared! No way is anything bad going to happen!

He cheers the loudest whenever the kid is competing in an event or performing a show like in a cultural festival. He’s taking pictures of how cute they are. He’s going to show EVERYONE back at the citadel how fucking pROUD HE IS OF THEM.

If the kid is doing something like cross country, I think Hasebe would be at least a coach for them. He’s pretty damn fast too, and honestly he’ll be rather damn proud if the kid says that Hasebe’s speed inspired them to start running track. Will he cry??? pROBABLY

If there’s a PTA meeting to attend, Hasebe will honestly dress rather formally. He wants to make a good impression! A sweater vest? A suit? Who knows?! Maybe he’ll slap some glasses on there? Lord knows Hasebe will look good as hell with square frames.

Catch people swooning because gOD DAMN IS HE HANDSOME IN CASUALLY FORMAL CLOTHES

He probably has evidence that the saniwa is a good little kid. He has fucking receipts. Don’t even think about talking bad about this kid in front of him. He’ll counter every point. “They are small and young and yes mistakes do happen, but they will come back from it in the end.” and if the kid has any problems at school, Hasebe will do his best to help them!

Okay but this is a personal headcanon that makes me cry, if the fact that this lil Saniwa is bringing Hasebe along to these events means that they care about him a lot and trust him even more than the rest of the TouDan makes him cry a lil? They are so young after all, gods know that they should not be in a war like this. They need to have a better life and HAsebe knows this. So when the meeting or festival is over, I think the lil one will dedicate a trophy or a drawing towards Hasebe. It’s not much, but this little one cares about him oh so much.

Hasebe found crying when they get home to the citadel.

Tomoegata Naginata

Tomoe is even harder to crack than Hasebe. Yes he’s a faithful attendant but children? What is that????? He has to ask for help and freezes whenever this little one asks him for something like affection. He isn’t all that good with it. But as he starts becoming closer to the kid, his affection is a little more known. He won’t hug them suddenly like Kashuu would but like Hasebe, he’ll give them a head pat in public.

It’s a cultural festival that Tomoe is invited to, a colorful invitation in the hand of the little Saniwa who hesitates. But they want him to come. It’s with their best handwriting, practiced over and over again to get it right. Tomoe remembers seeing evidence of that - the spare sheets of paper and how the little one didn’t want to let him see what in the world they were writing. He accepts of course, he cannot disappoint the Saniwa!

Like Hasebe, he researches what culture or sports festivals are, coming to the event oh so prepared! Water, hats, lunches, money, so on and so forth! Damn fUCKING RIGHT HE’S GOING TO MAKE SURE THIS LIL KID IS SAFE DURING THIS EVENT.

Tomoe has a fine appreciation for the arts, and if the saniwa is an artist or is in a play, damn right he’s going to applaud them. Yes maybe they had budding talent, or maybe they have not talent at all - but he is happy if the little one is happy.

He’s supportive in whatever they do after all! Damn right he’ll stick by their side through thick and thin.

If they play games at the festival, Tomoe is found carrying all of their prizes or just winning them for the little one!

At a PTA meeting, Tomoe is wearing a suit. He has brought a stack of files and is more than ready to listen to whatever this teach has to say about the little one. They labeled him as their guardian after all! Tomoe has to keep up appearances.

Like Hasebe, the naginata could go on and on about how great the little one is. Yes he will say that the little one has some faults but like, listen...he cares for this kid. For every fault the little one has, they make up for it with something they do - a smile or a hug for someone!

If they are struggling, Tomoe will do everything to help them. Math, literature, you name it! He’ll be right there by their side, hovering over their shoulder as they work. He will scold them yes but it’s gentle and reward them with a soft smile whenever they do well.

When did Tomoe catch these emotions? Who tHE FUCK KNOWS?

Kashuu Kiyomitsu

If Kashuu is the saniwa’s starter sword, he’ll be close with the little one for sure. He’ll keep them company through thick and thin and he always does the little one’s nails and keeps them all pretty and happy. Hell they’ll have matching clothes! Damn right they will! Kashuu is not about to let this little one be alone. He knows what it’s like in a way, to be discarded and lonely - so he’s determined and driven to not let the little one feel the same!!

Kashuu-niisan is a bit of a gossip so when he finds out that the little one wants to take him to their festival, of course he’ll be the first to know! He wil happily say yes! He will be raring to go! He will do research on what they are first and of course he’s going to bring a SHIT TON of sunscreen. No way are either of them going to suffer skIN DAMAGE T O D A Y. of course it’s important to keep hydrated too and he asks horikawa to teach him how to cook so he can make lil snackies for the saniwa.

Honestly he hates going outside and being under the sun. He is under this parasol as he watches the little one run about. Of course, Kashuu will always hold their hand as they walk about. He’s not letting this little one out of his fUCKING SIGHT.

Honestly the fact that the little one has labeled Kashuu as their legal guardian makes hm want to sob? Yes Kashuu is a bit...high maintenance and loves being pampered but the love and adoration of a little one - who is growing up all too fast mind you - is something....new to him? It’s comforting in a way, and it gives him another reason to always come home to them. It’s a little selfish, ti know that this child still needs him compared to Okita who threw him away when he was useless. Thus, Kashuu has a habit of trying to almost...take Hasebe’s spot as the attendant at times?

Anyway back to happiness: Kashuu watches the little one like a hawk but knows when to have fun. Half of the time he does get a weee bit distracted here and there - looking at cute clothes or spotting something that the little one likes! Maybe he’ll drag them around to a little festival stall or something to get food or buy things for peeps back at the citadel? Who knows?!

gOD DAMN RIGHT KASHUU IS GOING TO SCREAM THAT THIS KID IS DOING AMAZING THINGS.HE’S GOING TO RECORD ALL OF THIS TOO. HE WANTS THIS KID TO KNOW THAT HE’S SO FUCKING PROUD OF THEM AND EVERYTHING THAT THEY DO, HE’LL FIGHT A HO FOR THEM TF ARE YOU LOOKING AT???

At a PTA meeting, of course Kashuu is going to dress to the nines! A lil flashy but it’s most likely some kinda suit. Maybe a floral suit? Fuck yeah. Who the hell knows. Like black suits are fine and dandy but like...where’s the variety???He’s going to look like a DAMN MODEL

Whatever the kid needs, Kashuu will be there. He isn’t as perfect as Hasebe or Tomoe at like the normal school stuff but that doesn’t mean he can’t try! He does and can and will try to help damn it! He’ll ask for Hakata to teach him math if he gotta.

No matter what, Kashuu is going to want to be there. If the kid is suffering in school, he’ll hold their hands and walk them to school or do whatever he needs to for them. He’ll hold their hand during the meeting and he may not have receipts like HAsebe or Tomoe to show proof that the kid is going great but but Kashuu knows the lil one is doing amazing.

To Kashuu, it’s the little things that make the little one adorable and his desire to protect them just...grows stronger and stronger. They smile at him and work so damn hard that it reminds him much of Okita - how he kept on going despite his illness. He would be damned if this little one falls. He’s going to do everything to prevent it.

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agreeablesenseofthemacabre · 3 years

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Lifting the Sea

“Where’s Cas?”

Dean does a full comedic rotation before spotting the Angel— his husband— whatever, scowling at his phone near a landmark.

He shrugs, “Catching those little monster dudes probably. Apparently they’re all over the place here.”

Sam’s brow furls, he looks over at Eileen who shrugs.

“What?”

“You know that fuckin’ app that everybody was obsessed with like... 5 years ago? Pocket something something”

Sam frowns for a split second then it hits him.

“Pokémon go?”

“Yeah that shit.” Dean shrugs again, his green eyes still fixed on the man in question. “I knew it was a mistake getting a smartphone” but he doesn’t sound nearly as bothered as he claims. He glares upward. “It’s fucking hot”

Sam’s also dart up. “I mean. It’s the beach Dean.” He stares pointedly at his brother’s attire. “Would it kill you to buy some shorts maybe a tshirt?”

Dean pulls a face, but doesn’t argue, Cas is waving happily- just now noticing how far they’ve walked away from him. He points excitedly to his phone and says something.

“Can’t hear—” Dean sighs, “CAN’T HEAR YA CAS, you’re too far” he yells, smiling softly. “Asshole.”

Dean points at the nearby shop, waving to get Sam’s attention, a couple kids are clustered around Cas chattering to him animatedly.

“Sam. Can you keep an eye on him? I’ll be right back”

~~~

When Dean walks back out into the sunshine Cas has finally decided to join them. He’s signing to Eileen and going intensely through the alphabet. Probably more about that damn Pokémon game.

Sam whistles, “I’m blind” he laughs. “Your legs, they’re reflecting the sun”

Dean flips him off.

“No, but for real Dean, have your thighs ever been exposed to light? Are you sure it’s safe?”

“HA, HA, fuck you”

Cas turns at his voice, eyes glowing happily, and how in the hell did Dean Winchester get so lucky.

“I caught a Charizard in the wild Dean, none of the other players were able to capture him” He informs proudly, phone still out, finger flipping with precision, “You have very nice legs” he adds. “The sunlight will cause you to have more freckles, plus the added health benefits of vitamin D”

Dean winks, “Any nude beaches out here? I could benefit from your vitamin d”

Sam retches, seizing the umbrella from Dean and heading toward the beach. “You two are disgusting”

Dean waves cheerily before turning back to his boyfriend— husband.

“So What’s a charred—“

“Charizard.” Cas corrects, “dragon fire type”

“Uh-huh” Dean reaches for Cas’ hand, it takes him a second to get used to flicking with his thumb, but he manages, Dean lets Cas lead. “Did you bully those kids out of their dragon? Dragons suck dude.”

“It is very rare to catch in the wild, Edwin told me, he is one of the top players in this region, he is 12, and though he is Team Valor, and I am team Instinct, I decided to trust him.”

“Whatever you say babe.”

“I think you might enjoy this game Dean, it combines hunting and tracking with less bloodshed and all of the monsters seem kind.” Cas squints suddenly, yanking them out of the flow of traffic and down onto the beach. “I see combees.”

“Handsome and artistic, you’ve gotta be a serial killer right?”

Dean raises his head, shielding his eyes in the sun. She’s tall, and curvy with sparkling eyes and a near perfect smile.

“I don’t know about artistic, but I never murder and tell”

She throws out a hand.

“I’m Clarice”

“Dean.”

She notices the lift of his expression and rolls her eyes good naturally, “Yeah like Silence of the Lambs”

“Put the lotion in the basket” he intones with a mock accent.

“Yeah that never gets old”

He laughs and she smiles and takes a seat on the beach chair beside him.

“What brings you out here into the sunshine?”

“Celebratin’.” His eyes turn back to his sketchbook, thumb smudging a carefully drawn mop of black hair.

“Oh, that’s fun, how old are you?” She doesn’t seem bothered by his in attention, sips her drink and watches him sketch.

“Ah um” He shifts and does the mental math. “Forty-three I think...”

“Looking good” she says appreciatively. He’s too focused on the lines, eyes occasionally darting to the ocean, quite obviously only half listening. She’s not put off yet- no ring on his finger, only a necklace with two silver circles and that could mean anything.

“So uh, a couple of my friends are headed down into the—“

“DEAN!”

His attention is immediately diverted, a man waist-deep in the frigid surf is pointing excitedly at something, he’s still wearing his snorkel mask. He pulls something free of the water- revealing a long, lean wriggling shape.

“Is that a fucking shark?” Dean mutters in disbelief, then much louder “CAS is that a fucking shark?”

A giant man with longer hair stops splashing the woman with him, turns and starts cackling. The shark handler pulls his mask off, beaming. “Jack would love this!”

Clarice shades her eyes and takes a good look at the man with the shark and then at the drawing Dean’s been working on.

“Who’s that?” She asks, his distraction giving her a better chance seeing what’s in his sketchbook.

A lovingly rendered drawing of what looks like the man with the shark. But in the sketch it’s in a much different position, hair ruffled in detail over his brow. Blankets pooled around his barely covered hipbones. His eyes burn with inner heat despite the fact that they’re merely pencil on paper. His subject had clearly been in love with whomever he’d been looking at.

“That is my boyfriend, he’s gonna get his nipple bit off if he’s not careful.” Dean’s smiling cause Sam is trying to talk Cas into releasing the shark and is clearly failing. “Oh hell, I guess husband now.”

She stands, “I am so sorry, I didn’t realize. I gotta—“

“Nice to meet you Clarice” he says, honestly surprised by her quick exit. “Yo STEVE IRWIN. put the shark down and come up here— time to reapply sunblock”

“Who was that woman?” Cas asks, shaking like a dog and stirring a loud swearing session out of Dean as he shields his sketchbook from the saltwater.

“What woman?”

“The one speaking to you earlier? When I caught the shark?”

Dean looks completely vacant before remembering. “Oh shit, yeah! Clarice or something. Nice lady.”

Cas nods, waiting patiently while Dean starts applying sunscreen to his back.

“Did she need something?”

Dean shrugs, “just being friendly I guess, lean close. I gotta get your nose”

Cas hums and obliges, he grins suddenly and rips open a Velcro pocket in his trunks revealing his prize to Dean.

“Is that a goddamn crab Castiel?”

The angel nods happily. “We should find out if Claire can FaceTime. She would love to see.”

Claire and Kaia lean close, Dean’s got the camera aimed so that it’s mostly sky and their foreheads. Cas is smushed against his cheek waving.

“Jesus.” Claire hisses. “Hold the damn camera still. Dean— look, YOU’RE the square in the corner.”

Kaia hasn’t stopped giggling since they connected.

“How is Kansas?” Cas asks. “Are you well?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone two days. It’s the same Cas— house burned down and a ghoul attack—“

The camera reels, two deep gruff voices start speaking rapidly.

“She’s joking!” Kaia intervenes. “Castiel, Dean. She’s joking. We’re fine and safe, worst thing that happened is we ran out of coffee.”

He nods seriously— the left side of Dean’s face is unamused.

“Tell them not to put damn Walmart coffee in my coffee machine—“

Cas lifts a blurry item into view. “I caught a crab today,”

She freezes only for a moment, crabs had been her thing in 1st grade. Her dad had shared some of his favorite memories with Cas; she was realizing that he did it because he trusted the angel. The crab thing was a new one— he seems proud though, pleased that he remembered.

“He also caught a fucking shark with his bare hands.” Dean adds, taking the phone back, view now up his nostrils. They’re both sunburned and nearly glowing with happiness. “Almost lost a nipple”

“I did not.” It’s Cas’ turn to roll his eyes. “I will send you photographs via messaging after the call.”

“When are you guys headed back?” Claire asks, cause she’s pleased about the pictures and doesn’t know how to admit it.

Dean turns the camera again. This time slightly more centered.

“Sam and Eileen are heading home tomorrow, but Cas says he has more surprises for me and “undomesticated equine could not drag the secrets from him’”

Dean and Claire snort simultaneously.

“I was being funny.” Cas interjects, Dean laughs at something off camera and grabs his face, kissing Cas’ cheek. “I know the saying.”

“Gotta go.” Dean says, with a wink. “Gotta get our vitamin D for the day, right Sunshine?”

The camera tips; Cas is frowning in confusion and they can barely see the top of Dean’s now suggestively wagging eyebrows.

“Oh. Uh. Yes.” Cas looks guiltily at the phone and shakes his head at Dean. “Vitamins.”

Kaia starts wheezing with laughter. It dawns on Claire moments later.

“That’s fucking gross.”

Cas shrugs apologetically, Dean’s laughter fills the background.

“We appear to be having connection issues.” Cas mutters, They watch Cas fumble with the phone as he frantically tries to hang up before Dean does anything scandalous.

“See you in a week!” Dean shouts. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Bye...” the screen goes dark and Claire is left with her and Kaia’s amused reflections. “Dads.”

If you liked this it’s connected to my ao3 vibesandwonders. Come say hey here and see the rest of the series

#destiel honeymoon #destiel #dean winchester #Castiel #sam winchester #eileen leahy #casdean #ficlet #spn #supernatural #domestic destiel #domestic deancas #kaia nieves #claire novak #spn fic #spn fanfiction #spn drabble #spn destiel

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dweetwise · 4 years

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300 followers gift fic: beach episode

instead of taking a writing break i finally finished the crackfic i promised for 300 followers! it’s a little weird and i,, kind of make fun of frank a little too much but i hope you enjoy the silliness nonetheless!

characters: david, dwight, steve, ace, quentin, frank, julie, susie, joey ship: david x dwight warnings: mild violence, mention of blood word count: 6950 (hELP)

David feels his feet hit the ground as he’s teleported into a trial, the fog of the Entity slowly clearing from his mind. He opens his eyes—

—and promptly has to close them right after because bloody hell it's bright!

“Woah! Look at this!” an awestruck voice exclaims from somewhere nearby, and David thinks it's Steve, finally managing to squint his eyes open enough to try to make out their surroundings.

As soon as he does so, he immediately decides he's hallucinating.

He's on a sunny beach. There's waves slowly rolling onto the fine white sand and the sun is shining bright, high up in the clear blue sky.

The only thing that stops David from being sure that he's dreaming is Steve smacking him on the shoulder and uttering an excited “Dude, are you seeing this?” because if he was dreaming he sure as hell wouldn't be here with Steve.

“Where are we?" a voice that sounds much more fitting for his dream pipes up from behind him, and David turns to find Dwight making his way over. "Did—did we escape…?” their leader's tired eyes are wide with hope, and he rubs his arms nervously and—

Holy shit, he's shirtless.

Steve is shrugging and replying something to Dwight, but David's brain can't comprehend anything that isn't Dwight and his surprisingly well-defined, freckled shoulders and the adorable chub around his waist and fuck, David bets his skin feels so soft—

“What do you think, David?” Dwight asks, and David forces himself to tear his gaze away from Dwight’s torso to his face. But then he has those big, brown eyes looking up at him and searching for guidance, like David is even half of the leader Dwight is.

“Don’t seem like a trial,” David manages to get out through the mess of thoughts that is his feelings for the man. “Should look around—you stay close to me, eh?” he urges their leader, despite knowing full well Dwight is more than enough capable of looking after himself.

He takes some comfort in the fact that despite Dwight being aware of that too, the man responds with a nod and a small, if a little shaky, smile.

“Come on guys, hurry up!” Steve calls from a short distance away, reminding David that they’re not, in fact, alone. They follow the excited teen, walking along the shoreline.

As Steve prattles on about how warm it is and pesters them about whether or not they know how to swim, David tries and fails to focus on their predicament and not let his eyes wander.

He notices Dwight is wearing red board shorts with a pizza slice pattern, and tries not to smile. He wonders if it’s something he owned in the real world, or that the Entity made up just for this occasion. Either way, they’re way cuter than they have any right of being.

“Dude, I like the shorts!” Steve’s voice finally gets through to David, probably because he’s looking a little too intently at Dwight’s neither regions, but then he thankfully turns to give David the same treatment. “Yours are… uh, kinda neat too!”

And for the first time David actually takes a look at his own outfit. He hadn’t even realized he was also in swimwear, so used to going shirtless trial after trial. But sure enough, the Entity has put him in dark blue swim shorts, and he snorts upon spotting the cartoony beer pint pattern. He sure as hell has never owned a pair that looks like this, so apparently the Entity is enjoying playing dress-up with them.

“I think yours are cool too,” Dwight returns the compliment and David goes back to glaring at Steve, who grins and shows off his (really fucking ugly, in David’s opinion) striped shorts with pictures of ice cream cones.

Steve, thankfully, doesn’t have time for what would no doubt be an obnoxious reply, the sounds of an argument drifting over to the trio.

“—you should let me do it! I have Plunderers!” David recognizes Ace’s annoying voice before he spots the man, standing over what looks to be someone searching a chest.

“And I have Pharmacy, so shut it,” Quentin’s messy mop of hair appears over the chest when he offers a half-hearted glare at the gambler.

“Nobody wants a dusty old med-kit!” Ace huffs, hands on his hips. “Who knows what else we could find?”

“Too late,” Quentin snarks and finally rips the lock off, Ace sighing in defeat as he opens the chest. “What the… what’s all this?”

“Oi, what’s going on?” David walks up to the duo. “Did’ya find somethin’?”

“Hey, buddy—” Ace greets before David shoves his way past the man, peering into the chest that has Quentin so confused, coming face to face with…

“Beach equipment?” Quentin summarizes, lifting a water gun and a towel from the chest.

“Cool!” Steve has joined them and, predictably, gets excited, grabbing the toy immediately.

“Have you two seen anyone else?” Dwight asks Quentin and Ace, trailing after Steve to join them.

“Nope!” Ace chirps, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and a beach towel from the box. “Looks like it’s just us, unless the rest are… I don’t know, out at sea?”

“Half expected to run into a killer,” Quentin muses. “Guess we got lucky it’s just the five of us instead.”

“Shame it's just dudes. I bet the girls would've—uh,” Steve says, before seeming to realize how desperate he sounds. “Really enjoyed it too…?” he finishes with a sheepish smile.

“Uh-huh,” Quentin deadpans. “I'm sure that's the reason.”

“It's a tragedy the new guy isn't here," Ace sighs wistfully. “I’d pay good money to see him shirtless.”

David rolls his eyes while Dwight, embarrassed, chokes on nothing.

“Y-you shouldn't talk about Felix like that,” their leader stammers, completely oblivious to how David was ogling him earlier.

“Just saying what half of the camp is thinking,” Ace shrugs.

“I wonder if Jane's coming?” Steve seems to realize, glancing around as if expecting more people to pop up out of thin air.

“You're both disgusting,” Quentin snorts, starting to walk away from the group. “I'm going for a swim."

“But we don't know if it's safe!” Dwight calls after him.

"I mean… if I drown in Entity goo, don't come after me," Quentin merely responds, putting on some swimming goggles and making his way to the shoreline.

“I wonder why Quentin’s in a speedo and the rest of us have trunks?” Steve thinks out loud, and sure enough, David realizes he’s right, noticing Quentin’s swimwear when he swan dives into the ocean.

“Didn’t he use to do competitive swimming?” Dwight points out, because of course he would, because nobody knows any of them quite as well as Dwight, because he’s an amazing leader and friend and—

David’s train of thought comes to a halt when he glances around and notices what has to be a crime against fashion.

“I’d rather a speedo than whatever the fock tha’ is,” David snorts, gesturing to where Ace is laying his beach towel, wearing a pair of hot pink swimming trunks with a banana pattern, along with a trashy, bright yellow aloha shirt. Apparently he’s gotten so used to the man’s questionable style that he didn’t even notice the travesty until now.

“Aww, come on David!” Ace grins, taking his jab in stride. “I know you really wanted some pink shorts too.”

“It’s kinda funny that the Entity gave us shorts with our favorite food!” Steve grins while rummaging through the supplies in the chest. “I love ice cream, Dwight obviously likes pizza, and David beer, and Ace—”

“Cock,” David finishes the sentence, eyeing the banana shorts suspiciously, while Ace bursts out laughing, Steve’s eyes fly wide open and Dwight sputters something unintelligible.

“David!” Dwight finally manages to scold him, face red from embarrassment. “You can’t just say stuff like that—”

“Yeah yeah, sorry luv,” David grins apologetically, immediately cursing himself for letting the pet name slip. “’M goin’ for a swim too,” he decides, making his way to the water to try to get his thoughts in order.

David’s never been much of a beach person, not having enough patience to sunbathe and not a huge fan of swimming, either. But he can’t deny the warmth from the sun, even if fake, feels nice, and the soft sand under his feet is pleasant. When was the last time he even walked barefoot?

His toes touch the water and that’s where the pleasantness ends because goddamn, it’s cold! David can’t remember the last time he felt an actual chill, as the Entity seems determined to make sure they’re never too hot or too cold, even the snowy grounds of Ormond feeling room temperature.

But now, David has to grit his teeth as cold shoots through his system just from dipping his toes in. He glances at Quentin, still swimming around without a care in the world, and can’t imagine how the hell the teen managed to dive right in without going into shock.

David glances over his shoulder, wanting to see if someone’s looking at him freaking out over the water like a scared kitten. Steve is still engrossed in pulling out all the contents of the crate, before he hands a bottle of something to Dwight, who squirts some into his hand and starts—lord have mercy—lathering himself up with the sunscreen.

And David is helpless to do anything but stare, seeing Dwight work the creamy substance into his equally creamy skin, starting with his arms and then working it into his chest. He runs his hands down his torso, covering himself self-consciously when the softness around his belly jiggles slightly with the movement, and god what David wouldn’t give to be able to do that for him. He’d work the lotion into the skin nice and slow, taking his time and making sure to murmur how perfect Dwight looks and how good his body feels—

David’s brain does the equivalent of a record screech when his perfect, half-naked angel walks up to Ace, of all people.

“Ace, can you… uh, give me a hand with my back…?” Dwight asks nervously, holding out the bottle of sunscreen, and David thinks he's going to burst a vein from how much his blood pressure rises upon hearing the request.

Ace sits up on his elbows, before looking over his sunglasses with a smirk like the disgusting pervert he is, and David swears that if he lays a finger on Dwight's bare skin he's fucking throwing fists—

But then Ace's eyes meet his and a trimmed eyebrow raises in acknowledgement, still with that infuriating smirk on his face, and David's anger gives way to mortification because shit, what if Ace knows about his little crush?

To his relief, Ace just ends up sighing.

“Can you ask someone else? I'm kind of busy,” the gambler says, flopping back down to lay on his towel.

“Oh, okay…” Dwight says, looking so disappointed, and David’s breath catches in his throat because this is his chance!

“What the fuck, Ace?” Quentin emerges from the waves beside him before he can do anything. “Not everyone has your complexion. Some of us burn really easily,” Quentin scolds, walking up to the duo and no doubt glaring at the gambler. “Come on, I’ll help you,” he offers to Dwight, who returns a grateful smile.

Quentin starts rubbing the cream onto Dwight’s back, and then has the nerve to ask if Dwight can return the favor, so David grits his teeth and marches into the ocean to cool off so he doesn’t end up pile driving the teen into the sand.

He only manages to get deep enough for the water to reach his junk before he instantly regrets the decision, the cold making things shrivel up unpleasantly. He ends up just ducking his head into the water and wading back to shore, hoping that Dwight the others didn’t see him chickening out for the second time in a row.

The others are still engrossed in their own activities, Steve filling up the water gun in the shallows and Ace looking to doze off in the sun, Quentin and Dwight chatting nearby.

And nobody sees the strange group approaching from the treeline behind them.

“Oi!” David calls, getting the attention of his friends and picking up the pace to get to Dwight in case the strangers mean bad news. “Hope yer not lookin’ fer trouble,” he addresses the new group, causing the others to finally take notice of their company.

“Who’s that?” Quentin asks with a frown, taking in the sight of four people, two girls and two guys, dressed in swimwear and one of the boys even carrying a large swim ring on his shoulder. The group’s animated chatter dies down as they seem to notice their company.

“Oh my god, this is fucking typical!” one of the group, a young woman with blonde hair and a plaid bikini, scoffs in offense.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here!?” a skinny man with very questionable choice of swimwear, pastel purple board shorts with rubber ducks, demands.

“Fuck me, is the Entity pranking us?” the other man sighs, dressed in much more bland swimwear with black and white skulls.

“Aww,” the final member pouts, twiddling with her bright pink braid over her pink and black bikini. “Frank, you didn’t tell us there’d be others!”

David’s brow furrows upon hearing the name; it sounds familiar, but he can’t quite place it. Luckily, Dwight is much more of a quick thinker than he is.

“L-legion?” Dwight squeaks, his eyes going wide in fear, and David is now back to full alert because he’s right, they group is definitely the killers, David just didn’t connect the dots because of how normal the kids look.

“What, you gonna scream? Cry?” the leader, Frank, taunts obnoxiously, strutting to the front of his posse. “How about you guys go fuck yourselves and leave the beach to us, before someone gets hurt?”

Dwight takes a step back while David takes one forward, anger bubbling up because who the fuck does this prick think he is—

“Nice swimmies, Franky,” Quentin suddenly pipes up, making David stop in his tracks. “Did your mommy pick them out for you?”

“Tch—” Frank balks, his face scrunching up in anger even as redness rises up on his cheeks.

“He might have lost a small bet,” the pink-haired girl, David doesn’t recall her name, quips cheerfully in response.

“Shut up, Susie!” Frank hisses at his friend, before turning back to point at Quentin accusingly. “Of course you had to bring this waste of space, too!” he seems to direct the complaint at Dwight.

“S-sorry—” Dwight starts.

“Don’t,” David orders, placing a large hand on Dwight’s shoulder and stepping between their leader and the Legion’s. “This arsehole don’t deserve yer apology."

“Oh yeah?” the bigger guy, David thinks he remembers hearing his name is Joey, steps forward to back up his friend. Unfortunately, he doesn’t intimidate David in the slightest, especially not with only an inflatable beach toy as his weapon. “Maybe you should think twice about picking a fight.”

“Guys…” the blonde girl starts, sounding exasperated.

“Come on Jules, knives or not, we can take them. Easily,” Frank tells her, and David notices both Dwight and Quentin tense next to him, preparing himself to dodge a swing any second now—

“Ahoy, ladies!” Steve suddenly shoves his way to the front of the group, offering the two girls a cheeky grin and cocking his water gun against a hat he doesn’t have. “Would you like to set sail on an ocean of—” he falters, looking around the beach in thought. “…Water?”

There’s a moment of silence following Steve’s interruption, the tension in the air effectively disappearing as everyone stares at Steve with varying levels of amusement and disbelief.

“Um,” the pink-haired girl—Susie—comments, regarding the teen skeptically.

“Aww, he’s even more of a dork outside of trials,” the one named Jules—for Julie, right?—coos patronizingly. “Look at him with his little toy!”

“Thanks! You wanna have a watergun fight?” Steve is either completely oblivious to the jab or takes it in stride.

“I’ll shove that fucking gun so far down your throat—” Frank threatens.

“Kinky!” Quentin comments cheerily.

“Oh you’ll regret that—” Frank snarls.

“Children!” Ace’s yell snaps them out of the ensuing argument, everyone turning to face the man who has apparently finally decided to grace them with his presence.

“Ugh, it just keeps getting better,” Julie snarks sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“While apparently you guys had a negotiation with the Entity, we have no idea why it decided to put us here,” Ace explains with a friendly smile, ignoring the snide comment. “So why not try to make the most of it? There’s more than enough room for all of us. We’ll stay out of your hair if you do the same,” he says, giving a pointed stare at David and Quentin.

“Okay!” Susie beams.

“What? No it’s not!” Frank argues.

“Why not?” the girl whines. “I don’t wanna waste time fighting. This was supposed to be our day off.”

“So we gonna beat them up or what?” Joey seems to be getting impatient. “If not, I wanna go swimming.”

“Yeah, same,” Julie agrees. “Let’s just leave them be.”

“Fine,” Frank spits, glaring at each of the survivors in turn. “You’d better stay the fuck outta my sight.”

David wants to argue and he can sense Quentin does too, the teen biting his lip to suppress what would no doubt be a snarky comment. The only thing stopping David from picking a fight is Dwight’s hesitant hand on his arm, a wordless plea to not make the situation worse, and Frank would have to push a whole lot harder for David to ever deny Dwight.

“Looks like we have a deal,” Ace smiles, his shoulders sagging just the tiniest bit from relief.

There’s a silent understanding when the killers start making their way to one side of the beach while Ace motions for them to head back to theirs, and the situation looks to be peacefully resolved.

“Hey, you guys should check out the stuff the Entity gave us!” Steve suggests, inviting them right back over, most likely unintentionally, but it still makes Dwight sigh and David can even hear Ace groan in exasperation.

“I give up,” Ace sighs with a wave of his hand, leaving them to fend for themselves for when another fight inevitably breaks out.

David doesn’t really care if the killers grab some of the items meant for them, but it’s the principle of the thing, and his hands ball into fists while the teens rummage through the chest.

Susie eventually pulls out an inflatable pool toy with a unicorn that says ‘princess’.

“Oh my god, look how cute!” she squeals, holding up the toy.

“I bet it's Dweeb's,” Frank smirks smugly.

That's it, he's going down—

“You take that back!” David snarls, stepping forward aggressively.

“David, please!” Dwight protests.

“Yeah, can you guys not?” Julie sighs, rolling her eyes while procuring a pair of sunglasses from the chest.

“No one's impressed by this alpha male bullshit,” Quentin agrees.

“Not my fault this cocksucker can't take a joke—” Franks starts.

“Yer the one who's too much of a pussy to fight!” David accuses. “Let's go, right now!”

“Guys!” Joey yells. “If you really wanna butt heads, how about we play for it instead?” he asks, grabbing a volley ball from the trunk. “Our team versus yours. Winner gets bragging rights.”

“Oh, we're totally in! Right guys?” Steve, predictably, is all over the game.

David frowns. It's been years since he's played beach volley, but how hard can it be? Especially compared to his scrawny opponent; Frank probably hasn't done a day of sports in his life.

“Fine,” he spits.

“Fine,” Frank smirks.

“I'm in,” Quentin offers.

“Come on, Suz," Julie offers.

“You know I suck at sports!” the girl whines, but obediently goes to stand with the group.

Still missing one member for their teams to be even, everyone looks at Dwight.

“M-m-me!?” he squeaks.

Frank looks like he's about to say something, but is interrupted by Joey shoving the net into his arms.

“Come help me set this shit up,” Joey says with a pointed look and Frank rolls his eyes and complies.

Huh. Maybe that Joey guy isn't so terrible.

“Yeah, who else? Ace?” Steve is doing his best to encourage Dwight. “He’d probably throw his back out or something.”

“I heard that!” the gambler calls from his lazing around spot.

“And I'm sure you're better than you realize!” Steve continues, ignoring the comment.

“But I've never played,” Dwight says, still hesitant.

“You'll pick it up in no time,” Quentin encourages. “You don't even have to do much, we'll cover for you.”

“I don't know…”

“Pleeeaaase?” Steve whines and even pouts, clearly pulling out all the stops. “We really wanna play and if you don't we won't have enough players."

Dwight looks at David, and David does his best to give an encouraging smile.

“Come on, mate,” he says. “You’ll have fun, promise.”

That’s a lie, but David just really wants Dwight to be there to witness him kicking Frank's ass.

“Okay,” Dwight finally relents, looking away from David with a sigh.

Steve cheers loudly and soon enough, they’ve joined the Legion who have finished setting up the net and the game can begin.

It turns out the teams are surprisingly even. Steve and Joey are the best players by far, managing difficult serves, covering for the others and even extending to get shots David didn't even think possible.

Quentin and Julie aren't far behind in skill, not having the precision of their respective team captains but still succeeding in keeping the ball in play.

David likes to think he's better than Frank, but neither of them are doing too well, missing shots that should have hit and even causing the ball to fly out of bounds.

Dwight and Susie are the worst by far, with Dwight landing wet noodle passes at best and mostly just trying to stay out of the way. Susie is nearly actively sabotaging her team, squealing and covering her head if it looks like Steve or Quentin are going for a particularly rough hit.

Steve looks to be enjoying himself thoroughly, and David thinks he tones down some of his shots to prolong the game and give the others a chance. Quentin on the other hand is surprisingly competitive, often aiming for Susie's corner which is their opponent's weak link.

David mostly focuses his efforts on aiming at Frank's face, and from the way the teen keeps snarling and glaring at him, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

The Legion eventually turning against each other is kind of funny.

“Jesus, Frank, you suck ass,” Julie complains, watching the ball fly over the line when Frank hits it at a weird angle.

“I mean I’m not surprised that you guys know how to handle balls,” Frank snarks. “Personally, it’s not something I’d be proud of.”

“Then why did you spend three years practicing basketball?” Susie jokes, making her leader fume.

The survivors' camaraderie on the other hand is high, even as the scores are neck-to neck and adrenaline is running high. Steve takes every opportunity to encourage Dwight when he fails, and Quentin commends him when he makes a good play.

It should maybe make David jealous, but he's just happy to see Dwight smile and enjoy himself. He wishes he had the tact of the two to praise him too, feeling way more comfortable with showing off his athletic skill than actually talking to Dwight.

“Shit—” Steve dives into the sand and barely manages to save the ball after a particularly nasty serve from Julie. He doesn't get a clean hit, and the ball swerves a curve to the left instead of to the right where David was prepared to set it up, narrowly missing Quentin's head.

And then Dwight comes out of nowhere, managing to redirect the ball back into play, and David is so fucking excited he nearly misses the hit, but thankfully manages to get it over the net and Susie doesn't even seem to try to stop it.

“Go Dwight!” she cheers.

“Nice work, dude!" Steve whoops, spitting some sand from his mouth.

“I, uh,” Dwight is clearly flustered.

“That's what I'm talkin' about!” David encourages, smacking Dwight on the back and causing him to stumble forward.

"T-thanks,” Dwight smiles nervously.

“You done kissing ass?” Frank snarks, glaring at Susie.

“Yup, now we're gonna kick yours,” Quentin shoots back.

“Come on guys, 18 to 20! We can do this!” Steve encourages, and everyone gets back into position.

Julie serves again, and Quentin catches it. They get the ball over easily, and Joey raises it. Julie is in position to set it up it, and Frank jumps into the air, and David just hopes he misses the shot—

The ball whizzes past Steve and Quentin in front, and it's going way too hard to land within bounds, so that’s a free point for them—

But then David realizes the trajectory it's on, and time seems to slow down to a crawl as it hits Dwight square in the face with a sickening smack.

And David sees red.

When he comes to, he's on top of a struggling Frank and there are arms trying to restrain him from behind. The voices sound faraway and muddled because of the overwhelming sound of blood rushing in his ears. His arms are held back, so he headbutts Frank instead, and feels a sick sense of glee when he hears the crunch and Frank yelping out a curse.

“That’s enough, man! Cut it out!” a voice he doesn't recognize cuts through the haze, and David snarls, elbowing whoever it is in the gut. The restraint against his left hand gives way, and he's about to shrug out of the hold, ready to beat the living shit out of Frank—

And then he takes a bucketful of sea water to the face and it's fucking cold bloody hell—

“Merda—would you behave for two fucking seconds!?” Ace is yelling at them, angry for being disturbed again, a telling empty bucket in his hands.

The shock from the cold is the only thing that makes David resist the urge to redirect his anger in the form of his fist meeting the gambler's face.

“Steve, take David to cool off and punch a palm tree of something,” Ace commands like a frustrated mother. “And you three, make sure Frank doesn't do something stupid… well, stupider. Quentin, you’re helping me clean Dwight’s face.”

At the mention of Dwight, David snaps out of it and anxiously starts looking around to search for the man in question, soon noticing Quentin crouched by him and Susie anxiously fluttering nearby.

Seeing Dwight's bloody face breaks his heart, but luckily their leader seems to only have a nosebleed, even if the blood running down his face looks kind of gruesome. David hopes he didn't break his nose.

His anger threatens to bubble up again; if Frank ruined that pretty face—

“Okay big guy, let's go!” Steve apparently notices his shift in mood and is quick to drag him off.

David half-heartedly tries to protest but Steve isn’t letting up, and David follows him to the treeline just to get him to shut up.

Steve finds some coconuts and David takes the opportunity to punch one as hard as he can, pretending it’s Frank’s face. His knuckles sting and will probably bruise but it’s worth it, the loud crunch as the shell splits open making him smirk smugly.

When they get back to the others, Steve carrying a lapful of coconuts and David flexing his sprained hand but otherwise successfully calmed down, the others seem to be faring better too. Dwight’s face is a lot less bloody and he’s smiling shakily to something Ace says while holding what has to be a cold towel to his nose. The Legion are huddled near their leader, who’s slowly bruising cheek seems to be making him pout. Even if Joey is holding back snickers, Susie is trying to encourage Frank and Julie is patting him on the back in solidarity, proving that despite their bickering, the group does seem to care for each other.

“Hey, Frank,” David suddenly catches Quentin’s voice and sees a smug smile on the teen’s lips from where he’s approaching the killers. “I bet you can't swim.”

“Can too!” the gang’s leader says, predictably taking the bait and his pout immediately replaced by a defiant smirk. “Wanna race?”

When Quentin just clicks his tongue, pretending to be in thought, David knows Frank is in for a humiliation.

“Sure,” Quentin says, not giving anything away.

David eagerly waits for the two to get in position, a little jealous of how readily they get into the cold ocean water with barely a shiver. Steve gives a countdown, and then they’re off, Quentin effortlessly taking the lead and Frank falling further and further behind.

David doesn't feel the slightest bit bad for laughing, eager for the bastard to get any form of payback. Sadly, it doesn't really have the same impact when the rest of the Legion join in to make fun of their leader.

“You go, Franky!” Julie fake cheers between wheezes.

“Nice doggy paddle!” Joey laughs.

“You can still beat him! …If he drowns?” Susie tries to encourage.

After the race, Steve asks David for his help with cracking the coconuts, and even though David really just wants to talk to Dwight he can’t help but puff up his chest and flex a little from the teen obviously seeing him as the strongest of the group.

Later, the sun is already starting to set and David’s knuckles are even more bruised than before. The pain doesn’t bother him and the physical strain of the day has made him mellow out more than usual. When he notices Dwight sitting by himself by the shoreline, he finally gathers the courage to go talk to the man alone.

It looks like a day in the sun has done wonders for the group, lazy chatter and quiet laughter coming from friend and foe alike, scattered around the beach.

The girls have apparently ended up hanging out with Ace, Susie even wearing the gambler’s ugly shirt to protect herself from the now chilly ocean breeze.

“—and the Oktoberfest outfit, with the undercut? Swoon,” Julie says, doing a fake fainting motion into Susie’s lap, and Ace laughs and Susie giggles and bloody hell, are they still talking about Felix?

A bit further away, Steve and Joey are passing the volley ball in good camaraderie. David catches the end of a silly joke from Steve followed by snorting laughter from Joey, and it does kind of make sense that they’d befriend each other.

In the water, Quentin is still swimming while Frank lounges in the swim ring, taunting him. That is, until Quentin flips the ring and laughs, and Frank splutters and flails and hangs onto it like a lifeline.

David finally reaches Dwight, who doesn’t seem to notice him arriving, staring out over the horizon and looking to be deep in thought.

“Hey,” David makes his presence known, and as soon as those gorgeous brown eyes turn to look at him in surprise, the stupid nerves at the pit of David’s stomach resurface.

“Hi,” Dwight says with a small, tired smile. “Has everyone finally calmed down?”

A pang of guilt shoots through David’s chest at the words, recognizing his own part in creating most of the drama of the day. If he’d behaved himself, maybe Dwight wouldn’t have ended up hurt.

“Yeah,” David says, offering an apologetic grin. “Everyone seems ta be gettin’ along. Never thought I’d see the day we’d be hangin’ out with killers.”

“Hmm,” Dwight hums in though, turning back to watch the sunset. “Some of them are not that different from us.”

Seeing Dwight so calm and rational, David feels even worse for his numerous temper tantrums. He just wanted to protect Dwight.

“’M sorry ‘bout yer nose,” David sighs as he sits down next to the man.

“You didn’t do anything,” Dwight reassures. “I was just… wrong place, wrong time.”

“If I didn’t egg the wank—Frank on, it wouldn’t ‘a happened,” David argues, doing his best to swallow his resentment for the teen in question.

“It’s okay,” Dwight says, offering him a genuine smile. “I know you were just trying to stick up for us.”

David wants to come clean, to say everything he did was for Dwight, even if it only made things worse in the end. But no matter how much of a bravado he usually puts on, David knows he’s a real fucking pussy when it comes to emotions.

“Yeah,” he agrees like an utter coward.

“Thank you,” Dwight says anyway, smiling serenely like the absolute angel that he is, ready to forgive all of David’s dumb mistakes.

It suddenly hits him that Dwight always seems way more calm when they’re alone together, a stark contrast to him fidgeting and tripping over his words when they’re in a group and he’s put on the spot. Conversely, David’s confidence seems to fly out of the window as soon as he’s left alone with Dwight, desperately trying to appear casual while his heart does its best to beat out of his chest.

For some reason, Dwight enjoys and maybe even thrives in his company, and David in turn has never met anyone so understanding of his anger issues. He knows they’d be so good for each other—

Fuck it.

“Actually,” David starts, swallowing a lump in his throat but forcing himself to push through the embarrassment. “I didn’t do it fer them. I wanted to protect you.”

Dwight’s cute face twists in confusion, and David tries his best to keep unwavering eye contact despite wanting nothing more than to run away from the situation and his feelings.

“Oh,” Dwight finally says, and David thinks he catches the beginning of a blush before he averts his eyes. “I guess I am kinda weak, haha.”

“The hell ya are,” David argues. Damn, that’s not what he was going for at all, why is he so fucking bad at this— “Yer smart and determined an’ I really admire that about ya. Yer the best leader we could’a asked for, an’ even though ya don’t need protectin’, I just…”

David falters. He was doing so well, even managing to not put his foot in his mouth, but this is it. If he confesses his feelings, there’s no going back.

He looks up and meets Dwight’s eyes, and as soon as he sees the man who stole his heart look up at him with such blatant hope, he knows he has to try.

“I just care about ya,” he settles on.

Dwight swallows and his eyes search David’s face, and David doesn’t even dare breathe—

“Like… like a friend…?” Dwight croaks out, his voice now unsure and shaky, but he’s not looking away.

“Nah,” David says, shaking his head for emphasis. “Never saw ya as just a mate.”

Dwight’s cheeks flare red and he ducks his head, but David catches the dopey little grin before it disappears from his view.

“I—um, wow,” Dwight chuckles, fidgeting with his hands and not quite seeming to know how to react.

“Whaddaya say, luv?” David pushes, resisting the urge to pull the adorable geek into his arms and snog him silly. “Wanna do this?”

Fuck, hopefully he’s not being too forward. Dwight doesn’t seem like the type to have had plenty of relationship experience, but then again neither has David. Usually, he only had to flex a bit after one of his fights and wait for a bird or bloke to stroll up and make it clear they fancied him.

But those were easier times, and now he’s in a strange world within another dimension with a ragtag group of friends and confessing to a man he’s fallen for harder than he ever thought possible.

“Of course I want to do this,” Dwight mutters, sounding almost offended as he finally looks up at him with a smile. “I just never thought you’d go for someone like me.”

“Wha’, someone as perfect as you?” David smirks, nudging Dwight in the ribs with his elbow and causing a cute chuckle to escape the other’s lips. “Don’t sell yourself short, luv; I got high standards.”

“If you say so,” Dwight relents.

Despite Dwight self-consciously covering the cute rolls on his tummy with his arms, his smile is the brightest David has ever seen. They stare into each other’s eyes in silence, David with a dumb grin and Dwight with a bashful smile, and David feels so stupid that he didn’t see it before.

“Gonna give me a kiss?” David’s mouth says without his permission, the filter between his mouth and brain even more flimsy than usual because of the fluttering in his gut.

“I m-mean, my face is pretty busted up," Dwight stutters and turns his face away. “You probably don’t want to—I look even worse than usual, haha.”

“Bollocks,” David scoffs, leaning to nudge his forehead against Dwight’s temple. “Yer the cutest thing I ever seen.”

Dwight glances at him but still looks unsure, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth in a nervous habit.

“We don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna,” David reassures. “But don’t hold back on my behalf—”

And that’s all he has time to say before a surprisingly eager mouth crashes against his own, the rest of his sentence muffled against Dwight’s lips.

Wholeheartedly on board with the sudden turn of events, David’s arms wrap around Dwight as of their own accord while he hurries to reciprocate. Dwight’s lips are chapped but so incredibly warm, and the enthusiasm with which he goes at it is making David’s heart swell—

“Shit,” there’s a pained hiss against his lips when Dwight tilts his head and bumps their noses together.

“Easy, luv,” David murmurs, tilting his head at more of an angle to avoid Dwight’s injury. He gently coaxes the inviting lips right back in and Dwight makes a sound of approval low in his throat.

Every fantasy David has had about this moment can’t compare to the real deal. Granted, his imagination has always been kind of shit, and there was no way he could have pictured just how amazing it is to kiss Dwight and how perfect he feels in David’s arms. He tastes a tinge of blood when he licks into Dwight’s mouth, but it doesn’t bother him in the slightest, if anything it just eggs him on—

A loud wolf whistle carrying over the beach suddenly reminds him that they’re not alone.

Dwight pulls away much faster than David, turning to face their companions with a sheepish grin and a deep flush, while David lazily turns around to glower at the group.

Steve is still whistling from where he’s joined Ace and the girls, not threatened by David in the slightest. Then, to his annoyance, Julie starts clapping sarcastically and Susie hides her giggles into her friend’s shoulder.

“Ugh, finally!” Ace comments, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation, making David redirect his glare to the gambler.

“What,” David barely hears Quentin’s incredulous voice mutter nearby, still swimming with Frank and with Joey now having joined them.

“Uh. Congrats,” Joey offers, giving them an awkward thumbs up.

Frank, predictably, says nothing, only scoffing in disgust. Which, to be honest, is much more polite than David would have reacted if the roles were reversed.

“What are you—when did you—?” Quentin keeps going, looking so confused it makes even David snort out a half-laugh.

“Well, at least someone didn’t figure it out before these two idiots,” Ace sighs melodramatically.

“Seriously, doesn’t take a genius to notice them eye fucking each other all the time,” Steve grins, and holy hell, David really has been living under a rock if even Steve had figured out Dwight’s feelings before him.

He tunes out the others’ teasing as soon as a warm hand gently grabs his.

“Come on,” Dwight encourages with a playful smile. “Let’s go get it over with.”

His mood instantly elevating, David pulls them to their feet and rejoins their friends with his hand still clasped in Dwight’s. There’s some good-natured banter on their expense but that’s to be expected, and even though David half-heartedly threatens to clock Ace in the face for a questionable joke, he feels calmer than he has in years.

Dwight doesn’t leave his side for the entirety of their remaining time on the beach or when they’re teleported back to the campfire. And even if they have to go through the playful teasing and looks of disbelief a second time, David takes it in stride because he has the person he always wanted right by his side.

It takes way too long to get a moment alone from their nosy friends, but eventually, David manages to pull Dwight away from the camp to pick up where they left off at the beach, this time uninterrupted.

When Dwight breaks the kiss only to look up at David, with his bruised nose and some wetness in his eyes, murmuring that this is the best day of his life, David can’t help but agree.

#dbd fanfic #kingfield #dweetwrites #david king #dwight fairfield #dbd #dead by daylight #steve harrington #ace visconti #quentin smith #dbd legion #frank morrison #julie kostenko #dbd susie #dbd joey

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do-you-have-a-flag · 3 years

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Destiel shippers come get ya’ll juice!

SO @deadwright and I were inspired by Some Tumblr Posts and the twitter Roadhouse Wedding stuff and keep writing headcanons about Thee Destiel 2021 Married Ever After S16 SPN Romantic Event Of The Season, so here’s that.

Arranged in order of marital chronology and cutting out us keysmashing too much:

oh man imagine all the burgers they get catered for the reception dean got it done himself he would’ve been so particular about the catering bridezilla cas would probably be THEE bitchiest bridezilla

it's also definitely that trope where all the other hunters ect KNOW that that many of them and the wedding party are essentially a target for trouble so everyone spends the 24 hours leading up to the vows taking out every beastie who shows up on a revenge kick out of sight because they'll be damned if they let ANYTHING stop this wedding and Dean and cas are both having their marital jitters oh god im not good enough what if something goes wrong about mundane things while monsters are getting their ass kicked outside AWWWWWWWW for sure for sure, they’re hunter royalty this wedding is a big deal like half the attendees are nursing injuries but grinning widely

they don't do the can't see eachother before the wedding thing because you KNOW dean would be fixing cas' tie last minute

dean wears a blue pocket square to match cas' tie cas wears a FLANNEL SQUARE

I’m obsessed w the idea of cas giving dean a little bit of his grace in a small bottle on a chain for him to wear or like a wing feather or some part of him god the grace in a bottle breaks me every time in fic dean probably builds cas something but every time i try to think of something specific i choke up

i was thinking like what if trading grace is as close to a romantic gesture as angels have and he's like..... technically i left some grace behind in your mark when i dragged you from the pit and dean is like ARE YOU SAYING WE'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME?

they are so sweet i’m on the verge of tears the ability to do anything by halves in their relationship was burnt out by like the second return from the dead moment they are too insane to be anything less than All In And Then Some

at one point someone was like hey cas do you want to run your vows by someone as practice? and he started reading what he'd prepared and it devolved into Biblically Grand Statements Of The Power Of Love And The Redemption Of - ect ect ect and it's because unlike the confession scene he's had TOO much preparation and overshot into uncanny angelic vibes he makes some edits because he know the expressions he gets when he reads it aren't what he intended

dean writes page after page after page of unused drafts, none of them are particularly floral

he does the cliche of ripping up his vows and improvising at the altar, something he gets mercilessly teased for because he swore he wouldn't but it classifies as a chick flick moment

THAT’S SO PEAK HIM OH MY GOD and you knoooooow you just KNOW it’s beautiful and emotional and everyone is crying

god the NOVELTY of dean being emotionally honest in front of people......im gonna faint YEA yeah... ONE TIME ONLY DEAL he thinks loudly at Sam's smug expression

anyway, at the wedding dean is the one who spends the whole ceremony with like crying cat meme eyes after the confession scene i’m pretty sure the minute the vows start cas is in the same boat USELESS HUSBANDS dean gets passed a handkerchief for his tears and immediately goes to use it on cas' face and they both laugh sob love the idea that everyone individually thought they were too tough to cry but they all broke at various stages yeah sam definitely starts to choke up just standing up there with his brother sam chokes up before the ceremony even started, like probably when he was pinning on dean’s corsage

anyway, Jack dancing with his two dads at the reception CAS’ BEST MAN / FLOWER BOY FLOWER MAN let him heelie down the aisle with the flowers LITTLE MAN GO NYOOM who makes him a little flower crown he wears with a proud lil smile? claire ofc, with those hair braiding skills? she makes it BEAUTIFUL flower crown: on nails: painted dads: MARRIED!!!!

when they say i do and kiss and everyone is cheering you can't convince me that someone doesn't let off what is either a gun or a dubiously legal firework in celebration jack pops a few lightbulbs in his uncontrollable joy

Dean and Cas can't let go of each other, it's at LEAST one point of physical contact for the rest of the reception PERIODT

CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM DANCING TO AIR SUPPLY

they definitely didn't do the wedding gifts thing but a few mysteriously show up anyway; discuss waffle iron from sam bc he remembers the becky incident meanwhile claire gets them flavoured lube because she’s an insane little mean girl she gets them a sampler package with like novelty flavours, gotta spring extra for a wedding PIE FLAVOURED LUBE

it’s gonna be the party of the century omfg you KNOW it! that dancefloor going OFF the BAR is FLOWING

dean gets dragged up onto the bar to make a speech and there's a moment at the end where he drags cas up there too and they're being playfully yelled at not to scuff it and there's hooting and catcalls as dean and cas kiss and dean gestures rudely before almost falling backwards off the bar before cas grabs him and climbing down is less romantic or dignified but he couldn't care if he wanted to

meanwhile sam and claire are outside defacing the impala with silly string and lewd graffiti and tin cans tied to the bumper for the going-away oh it is one hundo percent a just married atrocity there's enough condoms hidden in the car that they're still finding them months later

anyway wanna hear my disgustingly soppy honeymoon roadtrip concept? YOU KNOW I DO OKAY SO

you know at some point dean must have said some sad thing like for the longest time he never thought he'd live long enough to get married and the only circumstances he could imagine was hooking up drunkenly with a stranger at some vegas wedding scenario like that's the best he would ever get and he thinks it's mostly forgotten but then during their cross country honeymoon roadtrip castiel does in fact navigate them to las vegas and quietly mutters that the legal veracity of the little chapel on the city limits is dubious at best and they're already married so it couldn't do any harm and they get officiated by an elvis impersonator and a woman wearing more sequins than fabric throws cheap confetti over them

and after that they stop into every venue they can find that would be friendly to them to pretend they're eloping and at one point dean even pulls out the fbi id badges and the officiant is under the impression he's facilitating some sort of covert workplace romance

one place is a kitchy little house that's clearly just the couple who run it opening their strange home to anyone who needs it and have been since the 70s and Castiel thinks for a moment when they're asked to pin something to the collection of stuff on the walls and ceiling before pulling the receipt for the pie they'd shared earlier in a dinner out and scrawling his and dean's name on it to be added to the clutter

and at one point they stand ankle deep in a pond while some old hippie lady wraps their clasped hands together with soft fabric and chants something that dean knows isn't real magic but hey he's not going to tell her that and after the ceremony they sit on the grass and feed each other sweet bread to complete the binding or whatever and it's nice but it doesn't compare to the ranch where they both tossed their cowboy hats in the air and were given a horse to ride to their camp site

i thought about riverboat gambling for point one seconds and now i know in my bones that one of their many weddings was on a riverboat, they made the captain officiate after cornering him on deck in like five minutes, the crew sent them complimentary champagne and they threw fries at the birds following the boat while sharing it straight out of the bottle

if destiel can go canon multiple times they can get married multiple times CHANGE MY MIND THEY GET MARRIED SO MUCH the MOST married i just want them to get gay cowboy married

eventually i want them to end up at the beach bc dean has canonically never been to the coast their road trip is to get to the other coast

they send just married postcards back to sam from every stop sam stops feeling hurt he was left out of their vegas elopement wedding by the third wedding postcard he recieves sam saves them ofc bc GOD can you imagine them looking at the postcards on their 30th anniversary or s/t 🥺 showing their grandkids and recounting the story of each wedding there's a seashell taped to the last one

cas gets a terrible sunglasses tan and dean gets burnt on the tips of his ears and there's sand on sand on sand in all their clothes and at one point dean is blinking away salt water and cas is gripping his arm and saying something about the coral by them in the water and dean thinks that he likes floating beside cas a lot better than flying

dean has cas pick ice cream for them from a truck and hustles at carnival games enough to win them both big novelty foam hats and they both go back to their room and pass out immediately post shower sprawled across the bed and still smelling like sunscreen and salt water

dean tucks a little cocktail umbrella behind cas’ ear

cas spends most of the next day in dean's zepplin shirt and a pair of shorts they only picked up once they got there because neither of them thought to bring beach clothes, they sit on the balcony and dean sips his beer and idly plays with the ring on cas' finger and they play a game of what fictional monsters could they beat in a fight

cas’ true form is the size of the chrysler building he can fight king kong easy that's what he says and dean's like okay but what about mothra and castiel is like how would YOU defeat mothra and dean just goes "bugspray." GDJSGSHSGSHDSJ DEAN WOULD

in honour of misha putting his whole pussy into the role, cas wears a dress in at least one of their weddings

it's at one of those theme parks that's just historical re-enactments and people get their vows renewed there and there's costumes for the photobooth and the staff are like how long have you been married? castiel says two weeks, three days, eighteen hours, and twenty five minutes................ approximately. and the photo is cas in a classical wedding gown and dean is wearing the veil with his old timey suit and there's a moose head on the wall behind them wearing the top hat he was given and they send that print with an arrow pointing at the moose with sam written next to it

i keep thinking bitch!!!! you KNOW WHAT!! you KNOW that dean is the type a guy who's heart races every time he feels his wedding ring/is always fiddling with it in the weeks after the wedding, like an anchor to remind him they really got married this is real he would NEED that physical reminder that he can have good things

he’s never ever going to take it off, the tan line will be permanent

how funny it would be if dean gets injured on a hunt and the monster guy is about to kill him and then the lights blow out and the monsters are like what was that and dean is just like "[spits blood] that's my husband." and nek minnit cas has just ripped through them thanks to teleporting in angel style and is just like Cas: [heals dean] "you're late for movie night" Dean: "Well if you'd gotten here earlier i would have been on time." Cas: >:| [kisses him]

cas is like i didn’t burn the popcorn this time you BETTER be alive to see it

#destiel #supernatural #long post #supernatural season 16 #twitter roadhouse wedding about to pop OFF #destiel wedding #deancas

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blackssuunn-mandoandyodito · 4 years

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Tabaco y Brea part 5

Pairing: Javier Peña x F! Reader

Rating: M?

Words: 5.7k

A/N: Hmm, something finally happens here. I loved writing this one, hope someone enjoys it too.

Warnings: dry humping, swimming, sexual themes, dancing? If I'm missing something please let me know

Summary: The three of you go to Cali and a dance club undercover.

Part one ◇ Part two ◇Part three◇ Part four◇

"So you came here in December then? That's why you didn't go to the party?"

Of all the things you could be wearing, a red swimsuit isn't so bad in the scorching heat that Cali is going through right now. You can't deny how sexy Javi looks lying in one of the white lounge chairs at the border of the swimming pool. His shirt is completely unbuttoned, his torso wet with sweat that you want to lick off his skin. You never thought you'd see Javier Peña wearing shorts, but here you are, wanting to rip them off his thighs. His yellow aviators are hiding his eyes from you, but you can guess he's looking at the sky, avoiding the sight of you in a freaking red swimsuit out of all the possibilities.

You're lying on your own cot next to his, but looking towards him. The sight is so intoxicating that you can't bring your eyes to look away.

"Yes, I wanted to come to the Cali Fair. Back in '79 I couldn't because we went to that Christmas party" your tone portrays annoyance at the memory. Javi snorts, probably because he doesn't remember shit after getting wasted.

"And was it fun?' He sounds amused, his arms behind his head letting you know how relaxed he really is. You can't wrap your head around the fact that right now, he looks like a wet dream come true.

"You can't even imagine how much," you say, heart warming at the memories from months before. "Celia motherfucking Cruz sang and it was raining but she didn't give a fuck and kept going Javi!"

Your excited tone makes him turn his head towards you, a raised eyebrow showing above his glasses. He regrets this decision immediately.

Color tints his cheeks as he can't help but ogle you from head to toe. Strands of hair are sticking to your forehead, wet with sweat, and bothering the hell out of you. Even though the swimsuit isn't very revealing, he can see the beginning of your breasts showing, and it hugs your body in just the right places for his shorts to become tighter. Your legs are shining from the sunscreen. You’ve applied it at least 4 times and you couldn't have been lying there for more than 2 hours. He has to restrain himself from letting his hands roam all over your body and make you moan and squirm under his.

He gulps."It sounds like a fun time"

You sigh blissfully, unaware of the heated looks he's giving you. "It was", you stop for a moment, thinking. Then, "maybe you could come with me this year"

You sound hesitant and his voice decides that now is a great time to fail him. You raise your arms over your head, stretching and moaning as your back pops. He wishes you made those sounds for him, that he was the one pulling them out of your pretty mouth, not your joints. Blood rushes straight to his dick and he has to bite his lips to silence a groan.

"M-maybe" he stutters out. That's enough for you, as you relax back into the cot and let out a content sigh.

Steve is up at the hotel room he and Javi are sharing, as you got a room for yourself. You guess he's talking to Connie, letting her know how things are going and reassuring her that no, he has not been ogling pretty caleñas. You chuckle at the thought.

"It's so great Javi, the music is beautiful and the food is delicious. The heat stops bothering you because suddenly you’re sweating out of fun and not out of existence”

The fact that you sound so happy talking about it makes his heart flutter, and he promises to himself that he will definitely come back with you this year.

But he's sure he can make you sweat for a better reason than even dancing.

"Do you know who's coming this year?" He asks, trying to distract himself from his feelings. His dick is throbbing inside his clothes, and he moves his legs to relieve some tension. His heart though, his heart aches from thinking about you happy and dancing, carefree. There's nothing he can move to relieve that.

"Rumor says it'll be Héctor Lavoe!"

Javi knows you love that man, has heard you sing his songs more times than he can count. It starts to get a little annoying after the fifth time you sing 'El Cantante', but he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Didn't he sing for Pablo on New Year's Eve?"

You nod. "He did. And they treated him like shit afterward. I was still here when that happened, and they were at Medellín"

He hums. "And I was at Bogotá, for the party"

The photos of Héctor at the Hotel Intercontinental came your way days later after the incident. You remember laughing the first time you saw them, unbelieving. Javi had come running with the pictures on his hand and had stumped them at your desk. You had wished to meet that man for years and Pablo Escobar had easily hired him. What a life.

"And how did that party go Peña?"

You're not sure you want to know. He always ends up either wasted or fucking a beautiful woman, and you don't like either.

"Much like last time. Bent over the toilet throwing up. The colonel went hysterical and said I was dying" his answer doesn't really surprise you but you let out a laugh at the idea of a high-rank soldier getting freaked out over Javi throwing up.

"It's not pretty when you're wasted pendejo"

He frowns at you. "And how would you know? You went to sleep when I started the shots last time"

So he doesn't remember. You huff. "Yeah, sure"

He sits up, confused. "Bera?" His voice is cautious and you turn your gaze towards the pool.

"You didn't let me sleep. I could hear you dry heaving at some point"

You figured it was for the best if he didn't know you had taken care of him.

He laughs, embarrassed. "I don't remember anything after I threw up the first time"

Figures. "It would have been a miracle if you did"

He shrugs as someone approaches you from beside. You look up to see Steve standing between the two of you, hair plastered to his face with sweat and the front of his shirt completely wet. He's wearing jeans and you don't know how he can bear it, your skin burns and you don't have much on.

"Are we supposed to be doing this?"

You roll your eyes. How you managed to get them to relax for the day is beyond you, but at least Javi sat down and made the most of it, Steve has been moping since you arrived.

"Murph, just shut up and sit down"

He frowns down to you and waves his hand. "Where am I supposed to? There is no space"

At that, you stand up and walk to the pool, feeling how a pair of eyes follow your every move. You grin, smug. "You can take my place"

When you jump into the water, it all splashes both men, and Javi feels relieved for a moment when he thinks he's free of the torture that is seeing you and not touching you.

The relief only lasts for a few moments before you raise over the water and now your body is all wet and Javi can feel how his dick starts dripping pre-come like a fucking teenager.

His face goes red and warm as trickles of water run down your neck, your hair slipping through your fingers as you run your hands through it. Your breasts rise at the movement of your arms and Javi takes his hand to his mouth and bites to prevent himself from moaning. He just wants to jump with you into the pool and take you right there, grip your waist and plaster your bodies together, sense how your swimsuit sticks to your body and lets him feel you almost as if you weren't wearing anything.

Steve watches it all with amusement filling his eyes, a knowing smile forming at his lips. "Calm down Peña, she's gonna notice if you don't"

Javi glares at him through his glasses and takes down his hand to adjust his shorts. He's not gonna sport a freaking boner in the middle of a pool and look like a pervert.

Murphy sits on the lounge chair you were in and turns to Javier, intertwining his hands together. Javi hopes he at least provides a distraction from his current state. "Why do you call her Bera if that's not her name?" Or not.

Javi shakes his head and smiles. "Carrillo called her berraca the first time she went with us on a raid." Steve frowns.

"Isn't that word despective?"

Javi sighs. "I think she should tell you the story, not me."

You swim in the pool without paying them any attention, the muscles on your back moving and keeping you from sinking. He wonders how the night will go for both of you today. Yes, he knows how to dance but he has never danced that kind of music with someone he... cared about, it was always with the girls at the parties. And he knows you're great at it, even if he's never seen you do it. He just hopes he won't make a fool of himself in front of you.

Time passes, you spend all evening doing laps through the pool over and over. The sounds your arms make when you move the water lull him into a state of calm for the rest of the day, Murphy even drifts off next to him and falls asleep. Javi's eyes never leave you.

The fact that it turns from a lust-filled stare to more of a look of adoration is something Javi decides to ignore for the time being.

As the sun starts going down and the place begins to darken, you stop swimming, pushing yourself up and out of the pool, dripping. Javi stands up immediately and runs to bring you a towel, wrapping you with it. You blush and look down. "Thank you, Javi," you say as you grip the edges at your chest, keeping it from falling.

"You're welcome compañera" He answers, softly. For a moment, it's only the two of you in the hotel. He looks at you, warmth spreading through his body as he sees your eyelashes with drops in them, your hair wet and your skin hot from spending all day in the swimming pool. You feel warm to the touch, warmer than usual. And when it ignites a softer instinct in him, something deeper than just wanting to touch you for pleasure, it scares him.

He leaves your side without another sound and walks to Murphy, slapping the back of his head. You chuckle at how Steve sits up, alarmed.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" He shouts, cheeks red from the heat. He moves his head around and frowns when he looks at Javier. "What the fuck man?"

You move to the side as Steve stands up, sensing his intentions. Javi doesn't seem to notice. "Time to get ready"

Steve gets closer to him, slowly. You cover your mouth with your hands, trying to hide your grin but failing to keep a giggle from escaping. Javier frowns at you.

"What?" He says just as Steve tries to push him into the pool, but Javi manages to move away and both fall to the floor, just at the edge and shy of falling. His aviators fly away from his face and come to fall at your feet. You pick them up and put them on.

Fury covers his face when Steve stands up and gets away from him, and both you and Murphy break down laughing. With his hair plastered to his face from the heat, he looks at Steve with a murderous glare and resembles a wet cat. Needless to say, it's hilarious.

Strong steps move him, and Steve runs to the entrance without a second thought. You double up in laughter, resting one hand at your knees and the other one keeping the towel around you. Javi can't help chuckling at your amusement.

"Esto te divierte?" (this funny to you?) he asks, and even if he tries to sound stern you can see right through it.

"Bastante" (very) you say between laughs, and he shakes his head, sprinkling you with his hair.

Once you calm down, he gets close to you and wraps his arm around your frame, the touch sending electric shots through your skin. You don't say anything and let yourself be led to the hotel, the sounds of water hitting the floor as you walk serving as background noise.

"I'll see you in a few" he mutters, and you nod. He goes to his shared room with Steve as you enter yours, and the sounds of them fighting goes through the wall. You shake your head, laughing, and start to get ready for the night.

The circular brown dress makes a wave around your thighs as you twirl to see how it looks in the mirror, with spaghetti straps by the arms and heart shape at your chest. A black leather jacket is laid on the bed and your black stiletto heels are right beside it as if mocking you of what you're about to endure.

You wonder how Javi is going to dress, but you don't expect something completely different from his usual attire. Maybe a long-sleeved shirt.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath, urging your heart to slow down a little. It went wild the moment you stepped out of the shower and realized what was about to happen, what you were about to go through with Javier fucking Peña of all people.

You already put your makeup on, golden eyeshadow along with black eyeliner framing and highlighting your eyes. A delicate and thin gold necklace is hanging around your neck, round earrings dangling from your ears. As you slip your shoes on and shrug the jacket into your body, you pray for the night to go as calm and successful as possible.

A knock in your door shakes you out of your thoughts, and you stand up to see who it is through the door grommet. The sight of Javi greets you, and you're pleasantly surprised to see he combed his hair differently than his every day usual. It's fluffier; if only he used it like that every day.

The lock of the door makes a clicking sound as you open it to greet Javi, flushing as you realize that this is the first time he's seen you in a dress. Just as you expected, he's wearing a three-quarter black shirt with the cuffs already folded inside out, accompanied with slightly less tight jeans than his usual attire. He left his top buttons open like always, but something is missing.

His face grows hot too as the sight of you in a freaking dress with heels and your hair let loose reach his eyes, and he suddenly feels too self-conscious, awkwardly standing outside your room like a boy who's picking up his date for prom. He puts his hands in his pockets, looking away.

"Are you ready?" he asks, voice trembling slightly. He clears his throat and straightens, intimidating instance taking its place.

You shrug, not affected (at least not in the way you should) by it, stretching to take his glasses from the tabletop beside the door. He takes them, nodding as he hangs them from the front of his shirt.

"Yeah, let's go" you answer, and he lets you go outside your room to close the door behind you. Steve looms through the door and smiles at you, knowing glint shining in his eyes.

"You look beautiful Bera," he says. You wink at him, twirling slowly.

"Thank you, Murph"

Javi stands beside you with his hands on his hips, glaring at Steve.

"Where are you keeping your gun?"

His voice is strained, and you roll your eyes. How paranoid.

Your hands hike up your dress to show the hostler on your right leg to show him your Beretta 92, and both agents turn red. You huff.

"Where do you expect me to keep it?" you say, annoyed. Neither of them says anything, limiting to shaking their heads.

Javi's Smith&Wesson is probably tucked at his back, so fuck it.

A bunch of soldiers climb up the stairs at your left and get inside Javi and Steve's room, carrying walkie talkies and some other stuff with them. One of them throws one to Javi and he catches it mid-air, tucking it at his back pocket. You're not sure how he's gonna hide that, the dealers you're going to follow may be stupid but not that stupid.

"Tenemos que irnos ya agente" (We have to leave now agent) one soldier tells Javi, and he nods, grabbing your waist and pushing you to leave. You turn towards Steve and nod at him.

"Be safe, good luck" he says, both for the mission and for what you're about to endure.

"You too"

And you climb down the stairs, gripping the edge of your dress with your fingers and hoping everything goes well.

The place is packed, the line to the club rounding the corner with people waiting to be let inside. Javi put on his brown leather jacket on the way here, hiding the walkie talkie inside. You know you probably look like a cute matching couple, him with a black shirt and brown jacket and you with a black jacket and brown dress. And you didn't even plan it.

He walks alongside you with his left arm completely wrapped around your arms, keeping you close to him. His body heat seeps through the clothes, making it harder for you to concentrate on what you're doing. Your heels click as you approach the bouncer, fake lovesick smiles plastered at your faces.

"Ey hermano! Cómo estás? Qué noche eh?" (Hey brother! How are you? What a night uh?) Javi says, charm dripping from his voice. The bouncer gives him a look over, but when he turns at you, you do your best to do all the googly eyes and shy smile at him, turning to hide your face at Javi's neck, giggling. He grins, nodding as he opens the chain to let you in.

"Gracias" (Thank you) you tell him, velvety tone leaving your mouth as you walk inside. He grins and shakes his head.

"De nada señorita" (You're welcome miss)

Once inside, the amount of bodies dancing everywhere feels overwhelming even to you, and judging by how Javier tightens his grip in your shoulder, he's not comfortable in this situation.

Your eyes scan the place, searching for a spot where you still have the full view but more secluded. Two chairs come into vision in the far corner of the place at the edge of the bar, and you tug Javi to follow you.

Some faces you pass are familiar to you, probably from other clubs you've been in. You don't pay them much attention and keep pushing your way through the crowd, Javier standing right behind you holding your hand with a bruising grip.

You sit down on one of the chairs and pull Javi's closer to yours, your legs intertwining as he sits down in front of you. He seems anxious, which is not a common sight.

"What's wrong?" you ask, concerned. Your fingers caress his hand, telling yourself that you're just playing the part.

"This could get out of control real quick" he answers, and it's not like he's wrong. There's too many people, too much noise. His head moves to search for escape routes or hiding places. There's one at the opposite corner, the men's room a few steps farther and the women's room behind you, maybe two or three meters away. If anything escalates, he could throw you over the bar and jump after.

"You need to calm down" you whisper, getting closer to him and stroking his cheek. It sends shivers down his spine, the heat from the place making it difficult to breathe.

A girl approaches you and asks if you will order anything. Javi opts for tequila and you for whiskey, and he grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. You smile sweetly at him.

"I hope you know we need to go dance at some point," you say through your fake smile, the color draining from his face as he remembers what you have to do. He gulps.

"We don't have many options, do we?" He answers through gritted teeth. You shake your head, agreeing with his statement.

Time passes and your jacket comes off, leaving your shoulders exposed. The place gets more and more crowded and you know it is more likely that Escobar's men are here now. You have the faces etched in your mind, but it's difficult to see from where you're sitting at with so many bodies covering the view.

Javier lets his hand fall on your leg, direct contact from skin to skin that makes desire spread from the center of your body to all of it. His thumb brushes your skin and you figure that bringing a dress wasn't such a great idea after all. You have to bite your lip and focus on the wall behind him, soft red covering your cheeks,

The girl brings your drinks. You share a look with him and you down the drinks at once without breaking the eye contact. It burns your throat and gives you the courage you need to take his hand and pull him to the dance floor. The notes of a song you know well help you feel more secure of yourself as you walk.

Sin tu cariño no tengo sol y me falta cielo

Sin tu cariño y sin tu consuelo no sé vivir

Si no estás cerca llega la lluvia

y de tristeza todo se nubla

Y por tu ausencia hasta se me olvida como reír

Ruben Blades' voice acts as an inhibitor to you and does exactly the opposite for Javi. He tenses and grips your hand harder, bodies rubbing against him as you take him to someplace close to the center. He hates being in crowded places when it's a mission, there's a high probability that something might go wrong and many people will get hurt.

You put an easy smile in your face, winking at every person that glances at you. Your hips move from side to side, hypnotizing some of the men that look your way. Javier groans, exasperated.

With a spin, you turn to look at him and raise your right hand to interlace it with his left hand, pulling his other arm to spread his palm at your waist. He freezes, tensing under your fingers as you hold onto his shoulder.

"Calm the fuck down Peña" you bit out through gritted teeth, "we need to appear happy and easy-going"

He glares at you but complies, loosening and smiling with fake mischief. His hand pulls you closer to him, your chests almost pressed together. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

It's just an act, you remind yourself.

With a smooth motion, he shoves you slightly to start dancing in time of the song, clutching your waist and sending shivers down your spine. His movements invite you to follow along, leading your body through the slick floor and the sea of dancing people. He's alert, scanning every face of every single person in the room but completely aware of what is going on with his feet and your shape. He doesn't force a single thing, instead acting as a leading figure to your steps. He knows exactly where to take you.

"Do you see them?" you ask, voice trembling slightly as he gives a complete spin. You've danced with a lot of people in the past few months, feeling their passion and how they completely let themselves go as they moved their hips to the rhythm. And yet, not a single one came close to how dancing with Javier feels.

"No. You?" he shouts, pulling you closer to him and looking over your shoulder. You shake your head, wanting to close your eyes and let yourself go but knowing it would be a mistake to.

His thumb rubs at your waist and the atmosphere becomes tense, filled with arousal and excitement, uncertain of what the night might bring but ready to find a way to make it work. Your brown dress makes a circle as he spins you with his arm raised, black shirt hugging his body in all the right places that you couldn't appreciate properly back in the hotel. The heels make a clicking sound as you return to his embrace, blue jeans contrasting beautifully with the tone of his other clothes.

His entire body feels hot, sweat running down his neck with the amount of resistance he's using to stop himself from grabbing you and kissing your lips right on the spot. Your perfume reaches his nose and he clenches your hand instinctively, smooth skin under his fingers sending shivers down his spine. You bite your lip as he looks at you, cheeks flushed with red. Your feet move in synchrony, moving around the room as if there were just the two of you there, floating. You're breathless as he looks at you with lust-filled eyes, short, ragged breaths leaving his lips with every step he takes. Every dance move gets you a little higher, building your own bubble around. Your bodies nearly touch, getting closer and closer with every note of the song. He can feel your hot breath on his neck, goosebumps spreading all over his skin. He towers over you like a predator, wanting to take you right then and there and scare away all the men that dare to look at you the way only he should be allowed to.

His movements with you are soft and delicate but not subtle in the slightest. He makes his intentions known by moving himself and inviting you to follow along, letting you know that you can be sure he knows what he's doing.

He moves easily around the dancefloor, completely owning every single moment and each note of the song that resonates all over the crowded place.

You move your hips closer to him, chest now against his. Your smile is seductive, inviting him to be more aggressive, to act bolder. He leads you to the mere center of the dancefloor, overshadowing other couples that may come in his way. You quickly own it, attracting all eyes towards you. Everyone can feel the tension building between you two, how you let yourself be led but still manage to give off the vibe of being the one in charge.

Finally, the sight of the narcos come to your eyes as he spins you once more, and you realize then that you're attracting too much attention to yourselves. There's a slight circle formed around you, watching you dance. Some looks are filled with desire, others with jealousy from both men and women.

You squeeze Javi's shoulder subtly as the narcos walk towards the bar, near the table you were sitting at. You get closer to his ear and move your hand to pull him towards you by his neck.

"I see them," you hiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and subtly push him towards them just as the song begins to end. He tenses again but follows your lead.

"Let's go." He wraps his arm around you and pushes you to the table, and you brush one of the narco's back on your way there. He turns to look at you and smiles wantonly, dread forming at the bottom of your stomach. Still, you manage to smile and wink at him.

You sit down again, with Javi's back towards them as he faces you. You put your jacket on, feeling exposed.

Horror covers your features as you see one of them pointing at you and muttering something to the other one. They wave the girl that served you drinks to ask her something, and his eyes harden at the answer he receives.

"Oye," you manage to hear through the loud music, "ese no es el mexicano de la DEA?" (hey, isn't he the Mexican from the DEA?)

Nausea invades your throat. That's the nickname Javi had gained among the narcos, and apparently, they had recognized him. He frowns at you as he sees the color draining from your face, completely unaware of what you just heard.

Hurriedly, you grab his hand and pull him up, walking fast towards the restroom. You can hear him shouting behind you, but the blood rushing in your ears is louder than anything else at the moment.

You close the door behind you once both of you are inside, rapid breaths leaving your body as your chest rises and falls quickly.

"What the fuck Bera?" he complains, "we had them!"

You push him towards the sinks, covering his mouth. "They recognized you, you fucking idiot!"

Realization downs on his face just as a new song starts blasting through the club. You can hear two heavy footsteps walking around outside the room, and you know they're looking for you.

A heavy hand pounds against the door, startling you out of your stupor.

"Abran la puerta!" (open the door!) someone outside shouts. Javi turns to look at you, eyes wide open and in a defensive instance.

Out of nowhere, he grabs you by the arms and pushes you up into one of the sinks, urging you to stay silent with a finger against his lips.

"Salgan de ahí, hijos de puta!" (get out of there, motherfuckers!) a different voice yells. You grab Javier by the shirt and pull him towards you, making him stumble between your legs.

Sé que tú no quieres

Que yo a ti te quiera

Siempre tú me esquivas

De alguna manera

Si te busco por aquí

Me sales por allá

Lo único que yo quiero

No me hagas sufrir más

The song hits your ears with a blare, despite you being inside the bathroom with Javi. You freeze, waiting for another sound to come from outside.

His breath is hot in your neck, and he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. His hands have a strong grip, almost bruising. It makes your insides clench and your fingers grasp his shoulders with enough force to bring a hiss out of him.

Standing between your legs with his face hidden behind your hair, and you hope the sink is strong enough to hold your weight for a little bit longer.

'Are they gone?' he asks, voice tight.

"I don't think so" you answer.

You sound breathless, excited. You remind yourself this is supposed to be an act, you're on a mission, but with Javi so close to you, so close to your core, your mind easily becomes cloudy.

The light is shitty, doesn't let you see much farther than the wall with graffiti in front of you. There are swear words, lyrics, even drawings.

You don't comment on the hardness that's digging into your wetness through your clothes. You blame it on the rush of adrenaline that both of you are experiencing because of the situation.

Wearing a dress was a great idea after all.

He lets out a huff and buries his face deeper into your neck.

"Moan" he orders.

You do as he says, not entirely faking it but doing it loud enough for it to be heard over the music and through the door. If you stay this way for more than a few minutes, you'll combust.

His lips are pursed together, you can feel it in your skin. Javi starts grinding against you, his groans sounding completely real. One of your hands grip his back, scraping your fingers across it, whimpering. You know your sounds aren't fake. Your other hand comes down to your gun, getting off the safety, and putting your finger on the trigger.

Another blow hits the door, but this time no one shouts.

Javier's stance changes into something more aggressive, getting ready to fight in any second. His arm starts pushing you slightly as if to throw you to the floor, but nothing happens.

Finally, footsteps can be heard getting far from your hiding place, and you let out a relieved sigh.

And what now?

A few tense moments pass, neither of you making a move of changing positions.

Javi's radio makes a creaking sound just then, and he straightens and pulls away from you to answer it, taking it out of his jacket.

"Qué pasó?"(what happened?) he asks, voice tense and angry.

"Acabamos de ver salir a los narcos saliendo del lugar. Vamos a seguirlos," (we just saw the narcos get out of the place. We're going to follow them) a voice says through the radio signal.

"Bien, vamos para allá." (okay, we're on our way) he presses the button to end the communication and tucks it inside his jacket again.

Without a word, he grabs you and pulls you off the sink, then tucking his gun out of his pants and loading it. He doesn't even so much as glance at you, nodding towards the exit with his hands pointing to the floor, completely enveloped in the DEA agent part.

Hurt nestles in your chest as you see him go, your eyes piercing his back as you grab your own firearm and walk behind him. No one seems to notice the two people walking through the club with guns in his hands, too involved in their dancing and laughing. There are many couples touching each other, heat in their stares as they move through the dancefloor, and roam the other's body with passion controlling their movements.

You wonder briefly if that's how Javier and you looked just a few minutes ago, the thought feeling like a stab right to the heart and filling your eyes with tears that you quickly wipe away.

And as you get out of the place shouting and running to where the narcos supposedly went and ultimately catching them, the usual sense of satisfaction that comes with succeeding in a mission is absent and sadness and pain overwhelms your body, ending the night with a void at the bottom of your stomach.

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brightmoonprincess · 4 years

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bow-up

this is ridiculous and don’t be mad at me for writing this instead of replying to you LOL

anyways let’s pretend it’s a modern AU but magic still exists.

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No one will believe her, but there *was* a time, long, long ago, when she was taller than Bow.

Pre-puberty days, it was a source of pride for Glimmer. She was certain that she was going to inherit her mother’s height, and everyone told her as such. She told Bow don’t worry, my dad is way shorter than my mom, it’s not a big deal, I can still marry you, back when they were young enough to play pretend-marriage without it being awkward.

Then, one day, her growth stopped. Glimmer still remembers how pissed she was when Bow finally surpassed her in height then kept going. Sometimes, life really isn’t fair.

Changes in height are obvious, especially when someone grows five inches in a year. That’s just ridiculous! Other changes, Glimmer was beginning to realize, were a lot less noticable.

“Um, really? You haven’t noticed at all?” Mermista asks, incredulously. She’s one of the many friends who came over to Glimmer’s for a pool party, and she’s lounging in the chair next to Glimmer, rubbing sunscreen over her arms. “Doesn’t he wear a crop top literally every single day?”

Glimmer frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“Dude. Bow is like, ripped,” Mermista says, though she’s surprised she even has to say it out loud. “I’m saying that objectively. Even Sea Hawk talks about it all the time.”

“Whaaat? I mean, of course I know he is!” Glimmer retorts. She’s more insulted at the idea that there’s anything about Bow that she doesn’t already know. “I guess I just, uh, never really cared about it...”

Mermista raises an eyebrow at her reaction. “O-kay,” she draws out dully.

Of course, Bow is here, and he’s currently playing a game of chicken fight with Adora, Catra, and Scorpia. Glimmer watches them from the side of the pool. Catra is sitting atop Scorpia’s shoulders, while Bow balances on Adora’s. As if by some weird trick of the universe, he’s turned towards Glimmer, and she gets an unobstructed view of his body, from his shoulders to his abs, all of them now glistening with water.

… Holy fucking shit, how did she not notice until now?!

Glimmer goes into a full-blown panic. It’s not the first time she’s seen Bow shirtless, and there had been at least a few times when they changed in front of each other. Even if it was the first time, Mermista was right; he did wear a crop top literally every day. She shouldn’t be as surprised by this as she was.

“Mermista!” Glimmer squeaks, “When did this happen?”

The blue-haired girl shrugs in response. “I dunno. Has he been working out a lot recently? Guess he had a glow up. You could even say… a bow-up.”

“Oh my god get out of my house right now.”

“Fair, that wasn’t my best.”

Glimmer lets out a groan and curls up in her chair, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her head into them. It’s not like she’s unaware that Bow is attractive. Bow is a cutie! Of course she knows that! He’s always been cute! But... when did he get hot?! This new information felt like a slap in the face, and she didn’t know how to process it.

Ok, so her best friend was hot. Cool. Great. She should be happy and proud about that! Not freaking out about it!

For real, though, when did this change happen? Her head is still hanging down, but Glimmer can recall his face perfectly in her mind’s eyes. The more she thinks about it… there are some things that had changed about Bow. Sure, she noticed right away when his height shot up, but tons of things had slipped by. Thinking back on it, she didn’t notice when his skin finally cleared up from the pubescent acne, or when he needed to start shaving, or when his face lost its baby-fat roundness.

His body must be one of those things. These were all subtle, slower changes. Seeing him everyday makes it less likely for her to notice them, as opposed to someone who hasn’t seen him in months.

But surely, some things about him are the same, right? Glimmer makes a note of them, too, to make sure she isn’t losing it. For instance, his smile is still bright and full of life. He still has a sparkle in his eye whenever he is passionate. His eyelashes are still long and full, as pretty as ever.

Hmmm… It’s not like the thought hadn’t come to her mind before... She always dismissed it, but… maybe, she actually felt something more here than just--

“Glimmer, are you feeling ok?” Before she can give it much more thought, a voice speaks to her. Glimmer straightens with a small shriek, looking up to see Bow standing in front of her. “Huh? Oh, um, yep! Feeling great, actually! Hahaha. Ha,” she responds. Very cooly. Not flustered at all. Nothing of the sort here.

Don’t do it Glimmer, she tells herself. Don’t do it. He’s right there, and he’ll notice. Don’t do it.

Nevertheless, her eyes dart downwards, for a fraction of a second. Seriously, how?!

“Um… Are you sure?” Bow asks her with concern. “Have you been drinking water? You might be dehydrated.”

“Water! Water, yes, that’s a great idea, thanks abs-- I mean, thanks Bow!”

Glimmer has never been more thankful for teleportation powers in her life. She books it out of there, re-appearing inside of her room, where she slams the door and sinks down to the floor, her heart beating wildly and her chest heaving. She can never leave this room again.

/ / / / / /

(want to put this at the end but also credit to this txt post by @catralatina lol)

#spop #glimmer #bow #glimbow

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bishakal · 3 years

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Writing Prompts Fluff

1. “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?”

2. “Your smile doesn’t just light up a room–it lights up the world.”

3. “All I care about is you.”

4. “God, your eyes are so gorgeous.”

5. “Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?”

6. “I told you not to trust me in the kitchen! Now it’s going to reek of pasta sauce forever.”

7. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.”

8. “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!”

9. “Can you please go sit in another room or something? I can’t concentrate with you around.”

10. “Let me in, please.”

11. “I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?”

12. “God, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

13. “Please help–there’s a spider on the wall outside my room and it won’t let me leave.”

14. “Dude–why the hell are you in my room?”

15. “Were you watching me sleep? . . . That’s kinda creepy. But, you’re cute, so I’ll forgive you.”

16. “Ohmygod, I’m in love with an adult man-child.”

17. “I get that you’re taller than me, but does that really require you to steal all the blankets? I’m cold.”

18. “I wanna cuddle but if I touch you I might not be able to stop.”

19. “How did someone like me be lucky enough to end up with someone like you?”

20. “Hey–my eyes are up here, you perv. No, I don’t care that we’re dating–it’s still rude.”

21. “Whoever loses this match has to do the dishes.”

22. “Ugh, do you ever even try cleaning up after yourself? You’re such a slob!”

23. “Why do you always smell so good?”

24. “Uh–why am I wearing your shirt? I think it looks good on me?”

25. “Call me as soon as you get home, okay?”

26. “Hold my hand.”

27. “C’mon–I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to, that is.”

28. “Why are you staring at me like that? It’s just a swimsuit, geez.”

29. “Uh . . . how long were you standing there?”

30. “Don’t judge me–you’re the one who sings Disney songs in the shower!”

31. “You make some really cute noises in your sleep, did you know that?”

32. “I heard you say my name in your sleep.”

33. “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.”

34. “Dude–did you really just throw salt at me? I’m not possessed!”

35. “You’re too good for me.”

36. “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.”

37. “Ow! What did I do this time?!”

38. “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”

39. “Stop wandering off! I keep thinking you’ve gotten abducted or something. I swear I’ll put you on a kiddie leash. Don’t tempt me.”

40. “It’s 4am . . . why the hell are you in the closet with a butcher knife? … Right. Well, no more scary movie marathons for you.”

41. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”

42. “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun; I promise!”

43. “Are you seriously still listening to this song? I was gone for four hours!”

44. “Ohmygod, stop! You’re going to make me pee myself!”

45. “I’m sorry I annoy you . . . but at least I’m cute, right?”

46. “Why are you mad at me? You’re the one who almost stabbed me! I don’t care that I snuck up on you; I almost died!”

47. “That’s it–no more Netflix for you.”

48. “But it’s so cute! … So what if I’m allergic–what does that have to do with anything?”

49. “I will murder you… . Softly. With lots of kisses.”

50. “Ack! Dude–your feet are freezing, keep them away from me!”

51. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand?”

52. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

53. “Are you jealous? That’s cute.”

54. “There’s only a handful of people in this world that I actually like. You may or may not be one of them.”

55. “So–uh, I’m not really good at this, but … I think I like you . . . like you.”

56. “You seriously need to stop watching sad dog commercials at 3am. You’re an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!”

57. “Hey–don’t you sass me! That’s my job around here!”

58. “If you don’t get away from me with that horrid little creature, I will throat punch you.”

59. “You really have to question me? … So what if I lied? That was one time!”

60. “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!”

61. “… Is that my underwear?”

62. “I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.”

63. “I didn’t mean to scare you–I thought you’d like being surprised!”

64. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that.”

65. “Look–I hate to tell you, but you deserve the truth… . Your cooking almost killed me last night.”

66. “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

67. “Really? You made me drive all the way back here just to kill a fucking bug?”

68. “We should get matching tattoos–wouldn’t that be cute?”

69. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

70. “I got you something! I remember you mentioning it before … I hope you like it.”

71. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

72. “I get that you were trying to be romantic, but you nearly burned the house down!”

73. “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!”

74. “I’ve never felt safer than I do in your arms.”

75. “We may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place! I could have been naked, or something!”

76. “Oh–this is far from over. I’m going to prank you back so hard you won’t even know what hit you!”

77. “Here–can you put sunscreen on my back for me? Don’t be weird about it!”

78. “I need you. Please, stay.”

79. “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t care if you have to lie.”

80. “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

81. “What? Oh–I’m sorry, does this outfit bother you?”

82. “If you don’t start getting undressed I may just rip your shirt in half.”

83. “Here–let me show you how to hold that thing before you hurt yourself… Like this, see? It’s easy.”

84. “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

85. “Why are you always right? It’s not fair.”

86. “I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you all day.”

87. “What? Sorry–I didn’t hear you. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes… Ow! What?! I was just trying to seduce you!”

88. “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?”

89. “Relax–it’s just me! Not an axe murderer, I promise!”

90. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

91. “So, I tried making dinner … keyword there is tried. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, so we’re having takeout tonight.”

92. “Yep–no, you’re never touching the laundry again. You ruined my favourite sweater and nearly flooded the house. Never again.”

93. “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!”

94. “I have something to show you; I think you’ll like it.”

95. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

96. “You’re so beautiful words can’t even do you justice.”

97. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.”

98. “Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!”

99. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!”

100. “I won’t forget just how big of a douche you were, but I may just be able to find it within myself to forgive you.”

FROM @just-another-prompt-blog

#writing prompt #readerinsert #fluff

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lobsterdex · 4 years

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beach house living (part 2)

part 1

here’s some more beach au. the google doc is at like. 8k words. oops. but here is just some of it bc i want to share it but i also want to finish it before i post it on ao3. anyways. tagging some mutuals bc give me attention @birlcholtz @tonytangredis @pieplease @fasterthanthemoon @unfairlawyer

He’s back in his and Shitty’s room hanging his clothes up in his half of the closet when he hears a loud bang, followed by footsteps and a general commotion.

“Holster,” someone says, “How many times have I said quit that, you’re going to dent the wall.”

“Dex can fix it!”

“Fuck you, you can fix it yourself.”

The voices continue, along with what sounds like footsteps going up the stairs and another loud slam that Jack assumes is the front door being closed. A few minutes later after the noise dies down, someone knocks on the bedroom door, and it starts to open before he can answer.

It’s Shitty, saying, “It’s me, hope you’re not naked.” He catches sight of Jack by the closet and grins. “Nice, yeah, make yourself at home.”

Jack stares at him. “What if I had been naked?”

Shitty laughs. “Then I would close my eyes out of respect for you and your beautiful body. We’re leaving in five to go grocery shop, just a heads up.” He starts pulling clothes out of the dresser, so Jack turns back to the closet and hangs up another shirt to give him privacy.

“You ready?” Shitty says behind him. Jack hangs up another shirt before turning around. He takes a moment to take it in. Shitty is wearing cutoff jean shorts and a neon pink tank top that’s so bright it almost hurts to look at. It says, “life’s a beach.”

Jack remembers Shitty asked a question. “Yeah, let me get my wallet.”

Shitty heads for the door. “Pretty much everyone is in the den, I’ll introduce you before we leave.”

Jack grabs his wallet from the night stand and follows him into the hall. He wonders how many people actually live here and if his father even knows. Bob had said it was a four bedroom house but not much else.

In retrospect, Jack should’ve asked more questions.

Again, too late now.

Shitty announces their arrival by cupping his hands around his mouth as a megaphone and screaming, “Silence!”

The chatter dies down, and everyone in the room turns to look at them.

Jack thinks, why.

“This is our new roomie Jack Zimmermann,” Shitty says, gesturing at him.

Jack tries not to cower behind him. He doesn’t know if they follow sports, or hockey, or if they know who exactly their landlord is, but no one seems to react to his name. Small miracles.

“You met Lardo,” Shitty says, pointing. She nods at Jack.

“That’s Ransom,” he points to a tall, dark skinned guy standing by Lardo, who is sitting on the kitchen counter. Ransom smiles at him. “That’s Chowder and Bitty,” he points to an Asian kid in a sharks tank top - so at least one person in this house follows hockey, fucking hell, who gives him a little wave, and a shorter, blond, white boy with freckles and a tan, who smiles brightly.

“That tall bastard is Holster,” Shitty points to another blond white boy next to Bitty. Holster grins and nods.“And those two are Nursey and Dex,” he gestures to the brown skinned guy with a tattoo circling his bicep and a third white guy with freckles and bright orange hair.

Why does no one have a normal name, Jack thinks.

“Hi,” he says lamely. “I’m Jack.”

“Welcome, dude,” Nursey says.

“Alright,” Shitty claps. “Anyone who wants to go to the store, up and at ‘em.”

Jack has just enough time to hope it isn’t a long drive and that they won’t ask him about himself during it before five of them pile into a gold Subaru parked in the driveway. Shitty has the keys and Bitty calls shotgun, so Jack crams in the back with Ransom and Dex. He gets the middle seat, which Dex apologizes for.

“Sorry we bitch seated you,” he says with a smile. “But since Bitty got shotty, you are the shortest.”

Jack shrugs, or tries to. “It’s fine.”

Shitty backs out of the driveway while Ransom and Bitty play rock-paper-scissors for the aux cord. Bitty wins it, plugs in his phone and starts playing pop music Jack doesn’t recognize.

“Yo, Shits, guess what happened today,” Ransom says.

Up front, Bitty twists around to face the backseat and rolls his eyes. “Are you going to tell everyone this, Rans?”

“Uh, yeah. I fucking am,” Ransom scoffs. Bitty rolls his eyes again and flashes a grin in Jack’s direction.

“So this lady comes up to my chair, right. Total white suburban mom vibes, visor and, like, Ray Bans or Tiffany shades or whatever.”

“Oh boy,” Shitty says.

“Oh yes,” Ransom says. “So I’m like, okay, benefit of the doubt, maybe she has a reasonable question about riptides or our hours or sunscreen, I don’t know.”

To Jack’s right, Dex sighs.

“But no,” Ransom continues. That would be too much to hope for. Instead, this woman--Shits. Guess what this woman asks me.”

“I cannot even begin to guess.”

“She asks if it’s safe to go in the ocean even if you can’t swim.”

“Bro,” Shitty says.

“I know,” Ransom says.

“Some fucking people,” Dex says.

Bitty, still facing the backseat, rolls his eyes again. Jack snorts, which earns him a sideways glance and a grin from Ransom.

“So I’m up there, leaning down to hear her better, and she says that, and for a sec I just fucking stare at her like I’m the idiot. Processing that. Thinking about how to phrase ‘no the fuck you can’t’ nicely. And then I go, ‘No, ma’am, I’m sorry, but it’s not safe to swim unless you know how to effectively stay afloat.’ And then she says, ‘I don’t mean swimming, I just mean going in the water.’”

Jack frowns, and Dex sighs again, shaking his head.

Up front, Shitty just says, “What.”

“Right? So I ask, ‘What do you mean by ‘just going in the water?’ and she fucking gives me this look, like I’m the dumbass. And she says ‘I mean just the shallow part, where the waves crash.’ And I try my very hardest not to look up at the sky and ask the gods for help. And I say, ‘I’m very sorry ma’am, but that’s also dangerous due to the currents. Rip tides can be very strong.’ Which like, okay, she might not be taken out by a riptide, but assuming she has kids and shit and no athletic ability herself, she shouldn’t chance it if she can’t even tread water.”

“Lot of assumptions you’re making there, Ransy babe,” Shitty warns.

“I know, I know. But in terms of safety, I’m trying to play it safe, and she’s the one who told me she can’t fucking swim.”

“Hm,” Shitty says. “Acceptable. Carry on.”

“So she says, ‘But what about just the shallow part? Where the waves come up and go away?’ And yeah, okay, she’d be fine above the tide, but again, safety and liability and whatnot. I don’t want it to be on me if she pulls some shit. So I tell her again, no, it isn’t safe. And I fucking shit you not, this lady says, ‘Are you sure? Is there someone else I can speak to?’ This bitch really asked if she could speak to a manager. On the fucking beach.”

Up front, Shitty is laughing. Bitty is grinning and shaking his head. Dex snorts, and Jack finds himself smiling, because what.

“So I fucking walkie beach patrol, and we wait 10 minutes for Ollie to roll up, and he tells her the same exact fucking thing, and she frowns and gets all huffy and has the audacity to ask us if we’re sure. Like, yeah, bitch, we’re pretty fucking sure. If you’d dug around in your brain a little bit for your common sense maybe you wouldn’t be so mad about it. Jesus Christ.”

Shitty opens the front door, and Jack realizes they’ve arrived and parked.

“What’d she do after that?” Shitty asks before getting out of the car.

Ransom opens the door and climbs out, saying, “Well, apparently, she walked to the other lifeguard stand and asked them the same fucking thing.”

Jack climbs out after Ransom, finds himself saying, “You’re kidding.”

“Bro, I wish,” Ransom says. “That lifeguard, I think it was April, also had to radio beach patrol, so Ollie went over there to check it out and had to call someone else from beach patrol ‘cause this bitch still didn’t like our answer. Ollie came back and told me about it, ‘cause he’s a bro.”

“Ollie just loves to gossip,” Bitty says.

“I said what I said. Guy’s a bro.”

“I always get him confused with Wicks,” Dex says.

Bitty grabs a cart from the front of the store. The automatic doors slide open, and they get blasted with air conditioning, which is a relief to Jack. Everyone splits up pretty much immediately, so Jack just trails behind Bitty because he has the cart and Jack has nobody’s phone number if he gets lost.

Bitty notices Jack following him and flashes another smile. “Guess you’re with me! We’re doing the shopping for the next week or so. Or so we say. Someone always ends up going again during the week for snacks or butter or because they’re suddenly inspired by the food network.”

Jack nods, and Bitty steers them into the fridge aisle.

“It gets a bit chaotic just because there’s so many of us. But we have a system now, of sorts, Shitty and Lardo shop for each other, Ransom and Holster shop for each other, lord knows they know each other well enough, and Dex or Chowder shops for the other and Nursey. Nursey, bless his heart, always forgets something.”

It’s around this point that Jack notices Bitty has a southern accent. He also notices that Bitty has dumped about 10 packages of butter in the cart.

He decides not to ask.

“I shop for just me, myself, and I, but I also usually end up buying the most. Sometimes the other boys will make a store run for me though, which is nice of them, but they get some of the goods, so it balances out,” Bitty says. He’s talking really quickly. Jack has no idea what that last bit is supposed to mean.

Bitty puts two cartons of eggs in the cart. Jack’s brain processes the “I shop for me statement” and he adds another carton for himself.

“All the people that shop for each other have a texting system worked out, I believe. There are so many group chats, I can’t keep track. I know Chowder, Nursey, and Dex have one, which I think is how they cover everything grocery shopping. There’s a whiteboard on the fridge we add to, but it isn’t very consistent. Feel free to add anything you need to it, though, I always take a picture of it before we shop! Is there anything else you need in this aisle, Jack?”

“Oh, uh, no.”

Bitty pushes the cart onwards, talking as they go. Jack isn’t really following, but Bitty doesn’t seem to be expecting answers, so Jack nods and smiles and adds things to the cart and eventually, Shitty reappears with his own basket full of groceries and he and Bitty settle into a comfortable sounding banter.

Ransom and Dex find them near the checkout lanes, adding their groceries to the cart.

The seating arrangement is the same for the ride back, except Ransom gets to play the music this time. He plays different pop music that Jack still doesn’t really recognize, but everyone - save Jack and Dex - is singing along.

Jack helps unload the groceries. He’s about to escape back to his room when Holster says, “Hey, Jack, we’re grilling tonight, do you want chicken or a burger?”

“Oh. Chicken is fine.”

“Nice. We’ll start screaming when it’s ready.”

Jack blinks at him.

“Or we can just come get you.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks.” Jack takes it for the dismissal that it is and heads back to his room. He finishes unpacking, does some sit ups in an attempt to get rid of nervous energy, and ends up lying in bed staring at the blank Safari tab on his phone. He opens his messages instead, lets his parents know he’s settled in. There’s a text from his therapist letting him know they can do phone sessions. He ignores it for now.

There are no texts from Kent. Which makes sense. There haven’t been since they fought on the phone a few days after Jack got out of rehab.

Jack can’t decide whether or not he actually wants to hear from him. Can’t decide if he misses him or if he just misses hockey.

A knock on the door stops that train of thought.

“Food,” someone says.

“Thanks,” Jack calls.

Dinner is burgers, chicken, and grilled vegetables. It’s surprisingly good, better than Jack expected from a bunch of 20 somethings. They crowd around the glass dining table on the porch and it’s loud and cheerful, everyone talking over each other and laughing. He declines the offer of beer, but not everyone is drinking, so he doesn’t feel like the odd man out. He doesn’t say much, but he’s sandwiched between Holster and Shitty, the latter occasionally elbowing him and grinning. They’re both loud and talkative, so he pretends he can’t get a word in and smiles whenever someone catches his eye.

At some point, Shitty and Holster are arguing over his head, and Jack catches Bitty looking at him. Bitty blushes, but offers a sympathetic smile and shakes his head. He says something that Jack doesn’t quite catch, so he leans forward and taps his ear.

Bitty meets him halfway. “These boys,” he repeats, and he sounds incredibly fond.

Jack goes to bed around ten. He lies awake for longer than he’d like to admit, but still falls asleep before Shitty returns to the room.

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snarkybluechristian · 3 years

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Villainous: Reform School Chapter 33

Since he didn’t hear a response, Flug opened the door and let himself and 505 in.

Melanie looked up at the pair, took off her headphones, wiped her tears, and said, “Yes?”

505 whimpered sadly and walked over to Melanie first.

Flug was unsure of how to approach this. Showing sympathy wasn’t something he was adept in, even before he became a villain.

“Are you alright?” Flug asked.

Melanie zipped up the 505 jacket she was wearing, pulled her knees inside of it, rolled over on her side, and asked, "What do you think?"

505 sat down on the bed next to Melanie and rubbed her back. She rolled over closer to him and let him keep rubbing her back.

“Right,” Flug said, rubbing his arm. “Maybe you would like us to leave you alone to get some rest?”

Melanie sat up, glanced her head out the window, and said, “Actually, I would like to go outside. Can we go outside?”

“You’re kidding,” Flug replied incredulously. “After what you put us through today?”

“But I caught Demencia,” Melanie protested.

“Caught Demencia?” Flug asked as he slowly remembered what Melanie was talking about.

“Yeah, I got the remote from her,” Melanie said.

“Yeah, right as time ran out,” Flug added.

“But…” Melanie began to say.

“Never mind it,” Flug relented. “Do you still want to go outside?”

“Yes,” Melanie said eagerly. “May we go to the beach please?”

“The beach?” Flug asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, my family flew over it in the limo, so I never got to see it up close,” Melanie explained.

Flug visibly hesitated. He knew Black Hat allowed Melanie to have slight freedom for now, but he wasn’t sure how he would feel about this outing. There would have to be conditions.

“Very well,” Flug relented. “On one condition.”

“What?” Melanie asked.

“You have to wear another one of my tracking devices,” Flug said, staring down Melanie pointedly. “Without trying to destroy or remove it.”

“Okay, fine,” Melanie said reluctantly.

“Come on,” Flug said, holding out a gloved hand to her. “I have a spare in my laboratory.”

Flug pulled Melanie to her feet so that she was standing on the floor.

“Can I change my clothes first?” Melanie asked, looking down at her dress.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Flug replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just make it quick.”

“Okay,” Melanie said, turning the back of her dress to Flug. “Can you unzip me?”

Flug flushed for a moment before he found the words to reply, “What? No! 505, please help Melanie.”

505 nodded eagerly and walked over to help Melanie.

505 began unzipping her dress, but Flug squealed in a panic and said, “Not out here where I can see you!”

“Why are you being squeamish all of a sudden?” Melanie asked confusedly. “I just need help unzipping my dress. It’s nice like I’m stripping in front of you. Besides, weren’t you the one who dressed me up earlier?”

“That was 505,” Flug said, looking away. “He cleaned you and put you in the dress he made.”

“This is yours, 505?” Melanie said in surprise. “It’s lovely.”

505 grunted with a smile.

Flug cringed uncomfortably and said, “Look, your parents will kill me if they found out I saw their 14-year-old daughter without clothes on. Can you please go in the bathroom where you can change without me seeing you?”

Melanie sighed and said, “I wouldn’t want you to be killed. 505, can you bring me a bikini and some clothes to wear over it? I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.”

505 nodded, and Melanie entered the bathroom.

While 505 walked over to the bureau and the closet to get the clothes, Flug noticed the pictures on the floor. He picked one up to get a closer look.

It was a telltale drawing from Demencia. It was a group of kids and adults pointing to Melanie and calling her a freak, a traitor, and an inferior being to put it in the politest terms.

Flug looked on the floor and saw dozens of the same kind of picture. That explained what Demencia was doing earlier instead of answering Flug’s call to return Melanie to her room.

Those pictures had been ripped off the wall dramatically with pieces of paper still taped to the wall. Melanie was upset before she entered the room. The drawings made her only feel worse.

Flug took a moment to look thoughtfully at the bathroom door and think about the girl inside. He then looked back at the piles of drawings and proceeded to pick them up. Flug had picked them all up until the floor was clean, and then, he carried the papers to the trash and pressed them down so that they wouldn’t poke out of the top.

Once that was done, Flug picked the taped pieces of paper that were still attached to the wall off and did the same thing. He smiled under his bag when the work was done and felt grateful that his bag hid that from anyone who might want to see it.

The bathroom door opened, and Melanie and 505 walked out. Melanie was now wearing a crimson red crop top and grey shorts over her black bikini. She stepped into her sandals, grabbed her knapsack, and walked over to Flug.

“Ready to go?” Flug asked, holding his gloved hand out to Melanie.

Melanie nodded, took Flug’s hands, and summoned her wings to fly next to him.

As they left the room, Melanie noticed that all the pictures Demencia drew were gone.

“Doctor Flug, did you throw away the drawings?” Melanie asked.

Flug paused for a moment and said, “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Thanks,” Melanie said with a weary smile.

“Don’t mention it,” Flug replied.

Melanie flew wearily next to Flug for a few minutes. But by the time she reached the elevator, she was too tired to keep it up, so 505 carried Melanie on his back the rest of the way.

Soon enough, the trio made it to the laboratory and into the area where Flug kept his new and improved tracker bracelet.

Flug patted 505 as they entered the room that he needed them to go to and said, “Long mission, huh, buddy?”

505 looked back at Melanie who he was carrying on his back, smiled back at Flug, and shook his head.

Melanie smiled at 505 and said, “You’re sweet, 505. Thanks!”

505 grunted positively and grunted again to ask where he needed to put Melanie.

“Just sit her on the desk, 505,” Flug instructed as he began to search for the updated ankle tracker that he had been looking for earlier.

The scientist rummaged through his various inventions on the counter to find it while 505 placed Melanie on top of the desk.

Once Melanie was settled on her perch, 505 looked at her and gestured to her neck.

“Oh, don’t worry, 505. Whatever painkiller your dad gave me is working. It doesn’t hurt,” Melanie said before Melanie gestured for the bear to come closer.

505 looked at Melanie curiously, but the bear moved in closer.

Once 505 was close enough, Melanie whispered into his ear, “I’m not mad at you either. I know your dad didn’t give you any other choice but to hand me over to him. It’s okay.”

505 smiled with large tears coming out of his eyes and instantly wrapped his arms around Melanie in a warm hug.

“Ah hah!” Flug said, picking up the tracking device and unlatching it open. “Can you scootch aside, Fluffy?”

505 looked back, nodded, and stepped aside.

Flug stepped in front of the desk and said, “Hold up your leg, Melanie.”

With a reluctant sigh, Melanie held up her front leg.

Flug took her foot in one hand, clasped the device around Melanie’s ankle with the other, and said, “There, we go. And please don’t try to destroy it this time.”

“I’ll do my best,” Melanie replied. “Can we go to the beach now?”

“Sure,” Flug said reluctantly. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I could use some sunscreen and a beach towel, but yeah,” Melanie replied. “I mostly want to sit on the beach and maybe walk into the water. I’m afraid with my injury that I’ll attract sharks.”

“Not quite, but very well,” Flug said before turning to 505. “Would you like to go to the beach, 505? 505?”

Flug looked around the room and noticed that 505 was not there.

505 ran back into the room squealing joyfully. He already had a beach bag with sunscreen and brightly colored beach towels that he showed off to Melanie.

“Wow, those are really pretty, 505,” Melanie gushed as she hopped off the table and dashed over. “Would you like to lie on the beach with me? Oh, yeah. Could you help me get my sunscreen on? I’m tan, but I still burn. I could put it on you, too. Oh, wait. Do you even have anything that could burn? Oh, we need to make sure that we have enough for Flug. His neck is almost as pale as my Papi. The rest of him will be porcelain…”

“I’m right here,” Flug said annoyedly. “And I’m not taking my clothes off, so I won’t need sunscreen anywhere except my neck and my arms.”

“Are you sure?” Melanie asked. “It’s gonna be hot.”

“I’m used to it,” Flug said. “505, can you go see if Demencia would like to come? I’d rather not leave her alone to break something.”

“What? Nah ah,” Melanie whined. “She doesn’t need to…”

“TOO LATE!” Demencia shrieked into the room as she hopped off the ceiling. “I’m going to the beach with you, traitor! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

505 squealed in surprise, and Demencia began laughing hysterically.

“Does she have to go, Doctor Flug?!” Melanie whined. “Demencia’s gonna ruin everything!”

“Rest assured I’ll do my best to make sure she isn’t an issue,” Flug reassured Melanie.

“But she hates me,” Melanie protested. “She’ll be super annoying.”

“Demencia’s annoying to everyone. You learn to live with it,” Flug said with a jaded and tired expression towards Demencia. “Besides, Lord Black Hat has made it clear that we are not to harm you.”

Melanie groaned in annoyance while 505 pat her head and said, “Just make sure she stays away from me.”

“Consider it done,” Flug said.

505 joyfully handed Melanie the basket and walked over to his dad.

Melanie complied with a smile and asked Flug, “So, how do we get there?”

Flug took a leash from the drawer of his desk, handed the leash to 505, and said, “We can walk. It seems like a nice day out.”

“What’s the leash for?” Melanie asked confusedly. “505 doesn’t need a leash.”

“Yeah, it’s not for him,” Flug said gesturing to Demencia who stood still while 505 put a leash on her. “It’s for her.”

“Huh?” Melanie asked confusedly.

Demencia hopped on her hands and feet with her lizard hood completely covering her head and her ponytail looking like a tail. Releasing a hissing sound, she skittered some steps forward while 505 quickly followed behind her.

Flug watched on, unphased by this very regular occurrence.

Melanie continued to watch with her mouth hanging open, completely weirded out by what she was seeing.

Flug glanced down at Melanie walking out the door “Coming?”

"Uh yeah..." Melanie said. "You guys have issues."

“It all depends on your perspective,” Flug said, beckoning Melanie to walk out with him.

Melanie walked past Flug and said, “By the way, even though it was your fault in the first place, thanks for saving my life.”

Too surprised at first to respond, Flug stood there quietly for a moment before walking behind Melanie to catch up.

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xoxobuckybarnes · 4 years

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Sunscreen

New fic for the #B99Summer2020FicExchange / @b99fandomevents that I wrote for @meepmorpperaltiago. You can also read it on AO3.

I hope you enjoy it!

Prologue

Amy Santiago always wears SPF 30. She always reapplies her sunscreen every hour, exactly. She is intentional in her application, making sure that she applies sunscreen to every inch of her body that will be exposed, or could potentially be exposed, to the sun. If she goes in the water, she makes sure to reapply sunscreen the moment she dries off, and still keeps to the original hour schedule. Her mother had taught her how important it was to take care of her body, and that included her skin. To Amy, it wasn’t worth the risk to not be so deliberate with her sunscreen use.

Jake Peralta, on the other hand, is more liberal with his use of sunscreen. Growing up, his mother didn’t always remember to bring sunscreen to the beach, and when she did have any, it was never more than SPF 10. She encouraged Jake to get as much sun as possible, because it was good for the soul. Sure, after the beach, he needed a lot of aloe and ibuprofen and Gatorade, but he thought it was worth it. As an adult, Jake forgoes sunscreen altogether. He always ends up with a burn, but his red skin darkens pretty quickly, so he doesn’t really mind.

Amy can’t imagine being with someone who doesn’t understand the importance of wearing sunscreen. She figures that anyone who isn’t as intense about sunscreen as she is doesn’t respect their body. But then she meets Jake Peralta, and she understands that it’s okay that others don’t value sunscreen as much as she does. With time and patience and a little coaxing, the one she loves can come to value sunscreen as much as she does.

June 2015

They’ve been dating for about a month when they finally both have a day off. It’s early in the morning in late June. It’s sunny and humid and already over 80°.

“Let’s go to the beach,” Amy suggests as they sit at her kitchen counter, sharing a bowl of cubed watermelon and sipping on glasses of iced green tea. Despite the fan blowing on them at full blast and wearing shorts and a tank top, Amy still feels like she’s drenched in sweat.

“Yes,” Jake pants, using a napkin to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Amy packs up a bag with a blanket, towels, sunscreen, travel Scrabble and a football, and a cooler full of fruit (more watermelon, peaches, pineapple chunks, apples), granola bars, Gatorade, and water bottles, as Jake runs home to change into his swimsuit. They meet back up at the subway station and take the train to Coney Island.

They find a spot that’s not too crowded. Amy lays out the blanket, and Jake places their shoes, the cooler, and the tote bag on the corners to keep the blanket from blowing away. Jake rips off his shirt and lays face down on the blanket.

Jake can feel Amy sitting next to him and he turns his head so he can look at her. He watches as she rubs sunscreen on her arms and legs. She’s struggling as she tries to reach her back, but she doesn’t say anything. Jake chuckles as he watches her. She either doesn’t notice him chuckling, or she chooses to ignore him, because she continues trying to reach her back.

Jake sits up. “Here, let me help you.”

“Thanks,” Amy says, her shoulders relaxing.

Jake shifts his body so that he’s sitting behind her, his legs on either side of her. He picks up the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a dime-size amount into his palm. He rubs his palms together a few times, before placing his hands on Amy’s shoulders. He rubs his palms down and across her back, slowly, deliberately. He reaches the small of her back and hears her sharp intake of breath.

Jake scoots back and whispers, “You’re good.”

“You need help?” Amy asks as Jake slides back over to his side of the blanket.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jake says, shaking his head and leaning back, resting on his elbows.

“What do you mean ‘I’m good?’” she asks.

“I don’t use sunscreen,” Jake explains.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t use sunscreen?’”

Jake shrugs. “I just don’t use it.”

“Jake!” Amy exclaims. “You need to take care of your skin.”

“Oh, I don’t mind the sunburn. My skin darkens pretty quickly. It’s all good.”

Amy gently slaps his arm. “No, it’s not all good. All this unprotected exposure to the sun could lead to skin cancer or other health problems. You have to take care of yourself.”

Jake nods and then rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Amy crawls over to sit behind him as he sits back up. She squirts sunscreen directly on his shoulders and back, causing him to shiver from the sudden coolness. He feels a little pressure as she begins to rub the sunscreen into his shoulders. Her hands meet in the middle and one hand reaches up to spread sunscreen on the back of his neck. Her hands run down his back, on his sides, down to his waist.

Jake and Amy have stupid good sex when they’re together but, having her spread sunscreen on him is a whole new level of intimacy. He’s enjoying having her hands all over his body. However, on top of the physical closeness of this action, there’s something deeper to it. It’s the reason why her hands are all over him – she cares so much about him, that she wants him to do things to take better care of himself. And he cares so much about her, that he’s willing to do these little things. It’s what make his relationship with Amy unlike any relationship he’s every been in before – the fact that he cares so much about her.

He no longer feels her hands on his back. He leans back until his back meets her chest. She wraps her arms around him, kissing his check before resting her head on his shoulder.

“Ames, thanks for caring so much about me,” he says softly, barely able to get the words out because he’s feeling so emotional.

“Of course,” she responds, pulling him in closer to her, kissing his check again.

They stay that way for a while, Jake feeling comforted by Amy’s embrace. Eventually, she lets go and carefully pushes him off of her. “You need to finish putting on sunscreen.”

Jake beams. He picks up the bottle of sunscreen and squirts it into his palm. He rubs the sunscreen on the rest of his body as he watches her crawl back to her spot on the blanket next to him. He’s not paying attention at all to what he’s doing, he’s so enamored by Amy.

Once he thinks he has sufficiently covered his body in sunscreen he stands up, offering his hand down to Amy, who takes it and stand up with him.

“C’mon.”

He leads her down to the water. They wade in, until the water is up to their knees. Jake turns and looks at Amy, who’s looking back at him, glowing. She steps closer to him, and he pulls her into his side.

“You know I’m going to make you put more sunscreen back on the moment we get out of the water, right?”

Jake laughs. “I know.”

And with that, he lets go of her and dives into the approaching wave. When he pops back up to the surface, he turns and sees Amy still standing in the same spot, giggling.

He knows deep within his heart, that he’ll put on as much sunscreen as she wants him to for the rest of his life. And he’s cool with that.

May 2018

So, their honeymoon had gotten off to a rough start. Really, how many people had to experience their honeymoon with their boss? But Holt had finally accepted the (temporary) loss of his dream to be commissioner and went back to Brooklyn, leaving Jake and Amy to enjoy their honeymoon, just the two of them.

Amy exits the bathroom of their hotel room to find Jake frantically rummaging through their bags.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

He answers her without looking up, moving on to the next bag. “I can’t find any sunscreen.”

Amy laughs, remembering the start of their relationship, when she had to explain to him the importance of wearing sunscreen. Now look at him, taking initiative. They’ve certainly come a long way.

She pulls one of their bags out from under the bed. “I have some here.”

Jake relaxes, releases a sigh of relief. “Oh, good.”

He reaches to take it from her, but she snaps it out of his reach at the last second. She shakes her head in disbelief, “Who are you?”

He pretends to pout. “Babe, I’m your husband.”

He barely has the word “husband” out of his mouth before the pout transforms into the widest grin Amy’s ever seen.

Amy grins back. “You’re my husband!”

“I’m your husband! I love saying that! I love you!”

Amy drops the sunscreen on the bed and steps closer to Jake. She slowly slides her arms around his waist and he wraps his arms around her neck. She looks up at him and whispers, “Remember when we had just started dating, and I had to convince you to wear sunscreen? And now look at you, stressing over where the sunscreen is. Look at how much has changed since we started dating. I love you more and more each and every day.”

Jake leans down and rests his forehead to Amy’s. “Amy Santiago, you make me a better person. And I love every minute of being with you. I love you.”

Amy places a soft peck on each of his cheeks, before kissing him on the lips. She starts to pull away from him, but he tightens his embrace. She allows him to lead her closer to the bed. She continues to kiss him as she sits on the bed, and then leans back. He crawls on top of her.

Clothes are being pulled off and thrown around the room as Jake and Amy momentarily ditch the plan to go the beach, choosing instead to enjoy each other’s company.

An hour later, they’re lying in bed, panting, Jake’s head resting on Amy’s chest as she plays with his hair.

“Ames…”

“Jacob Peralta, love of my life…”

Jake shifts his body so that he can look up at her, and her heart skips a beat at the sight of the smile on his face.

“You still want to go to the beach?” he asks.

“I guess we should, we did spend all this money and came all this way. Perhaps we shouldn’t be a cliché and spend the whole honeymoon in the hotel room,” she responds.

Jake rolls out of the bed and Amy follows him. They put on their swimsuits and Jake starts to apply sunscreen to himself. Amy watches as he struggles to spread the sunscreen on his back. She walks over to him and places her hand on the small of his back and leans to whisper into his ear. “Here, let me help you.”

Amy takes the bottle of sunscreen away from Jake and squirts some onto his back. She takes her time, slowly rubbing it into his back, making sure to get every inch of his body covered. She bites her lip as he groans when she applies a little pressure, her fingertips pressing into his skin along his waist. He leans back against her and she begins to press kisses into his back, up his neck, nibbling at his ear while she plays with his hair.

“Ames…” he growls.

Jake reaches behind him to touch Amy, and she presses her whole body against him.

“Jake…” she hums.

An hour later and they find themselves panting on the bed again, nowhere closer to the beach.

Amy’s resting her head on Jake’s chest as she lays on top of him, her legs straddling his. “Are we a cliché?” she asks as she traces circles slowly into his bicep, pressing another kiss into his chest.

“Hmmm,” Jake moans. “Maybe.”

Why is it that there’s the cliché that newlyweds never leave the hotel room on their honeymoon? Amy thinks about how she’s feeling, right in this moment: pure bliss. She’s so in love with her husband. And while they’re not new to having sex or being intimate, there’s something different now that they’re married. They just declared their love in front of all their friends, the people who are the most important to them in the world, and she knows how privileged they are to share this love. It’s that their relationship has grown, in a way that none of their previous relationships ever did. It’s that they make each other better, and their marriage is proof of that. So that’s why she accepts being a cliché – because their relationship has reached a new deepness, a new level of commitment, a new intimacy, that so many dream of realizing, and they want, no, need, to celebrate it.

Amy presses kisses up his chest, up his neck, along his chin, back to his lips. “I guess there’s a reason that not leaving the hotel room is a honeymoon cliché.”

“I say, let’s just go with it,” Jake says, kissing Amy back.

“The beach will be there tomorrow,” she shrugs, kissing Jake’s chin, and his chest, continuing down, down, down.

“The beach will be there tomorrow…” Jake gasps.

Amy accepts her and Jake being a cliché as they start in on their third round before noon.

August 2020

If he could have had any say in it, Jake would not have chosen to have his son be born at the beginning on a world-wide pandemic. Alas, though, he had no control over these things, and his son spent his first few months of life quarantined, sheltered from the outside world. Perhaps, it wasn’t a completely terrible thing – his son was very healthy, being isolated from the millions of germs that were typically unavoidable in New York City.

By August though, things were slowly beginning to open up again, with precautions set into place. After much debate, Amy and Jake came to the decision that it would be good for Mac to have an experience outside of their small NYC apartment. And so, they packed up the car and drove out to a tiny, rented beach house in the Hamptons, where they could have access to a private beach for Mac’s first excursion into the real world.

Mac is in his carrier on top of the kitchen counter, as Jake sits in the stool in front of him, holding a bottle of baby sunscreen. Jake scrunches up his eyebrows. The warning on the back of the bottle says not for children under six months.

“Ames?” he calls out. “I’m confused.”

“What’s wrong babe?” she asks as she joins Jake in the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas. She wraps one arm around Jake’s shoulders and tickles Mac’s tummy, laughing along with him.

“So, we can’t put sunscreen on Mac?”

“No, he’s too little,” she states.

“Well, how do we keep him safe from the sun?”

Amy rolls her eyes. “We have this little tent for him to sit in, plus the hat and the sunglasses, and the linen long sleeve top and pants. He’ll be in the shade and completely covered.”

Jake shakes his head and fakes outrage. “But you taught me that we always have to wear sunscreen! You lied to me?”

Amy pulls her arm from around Jake and lifts Mac out of his carrier. “You’re an idiot,” she says with a smirk and a wink as she walks Mac into the bedroom.

Jake follows her into the bedroom, where she’s changing Mac’s diaper on the floor. “Well, if Mac doesn’t have to wear sunscreen, then neither do I,” he declares.

“Fine,” Amy responds. “You’re a grown man, do what you want.”

Jake’s jaw drops open. That was not the response he was expecting from his wife. “Really? You’re not going to lecture me on taking care of my body? You’re not going to tell me that it’s even more pertinent that I take care of my body now that I have a child who’s depending on me? You’re not going to tell me how important it is that I wear sunscreen so that I stay healthy for years and years to come and can have a relationship with my son?”

Amy has finished changing Mac’s diaper and lifts him up as she stands up next to Jake. “No, I don’t need to tell you all that because you just told it to yourself.”

“Damn it,” Jake laughs. He kisses Amy on the cheek and then takes Mac out of her arms so that she can finish getting herself ready for the beach. Five years of being with Amy and clearly, she’s rubbed off on him, in the best way possible. He knows her so well; he knows what she would say before she has to even say it. It’s not even just that he can anticipate her arguments, it’s that he’s come to share some of her beliefs and values. Some of the issues they use to argue over, are nonissues because of her positive influence in his life. She’s seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Jake looks down at Mac, who’s cooing in his arms. He’s tied with Amy for being the best thing in Jake’s life.

July 2030

In the last few years, it has become a tradition for the Santiago-Peralta family to celebrate the Fourth of July at the beach. They rent a house down in Delaware, just the five of them, for the week. They spend their mornings on the beach, swimming in the waves, throwing a football around, building sandcastles, reading. They spend their afternoons strolling the boardwalk, riding the thrill rides, playing arcade games, browsing in the bookstore and antique shops, filling up on fudge, and taffy, and cotton candy. On the Fourth of July, Jake barbeques hot dogs and hamburgers and ribs, and corn on the cob and zucchini and tomatoes, and they sit on the front porch watching the fireworks over the ocean. It’s always such a fun time and they look forward to it, all year long.

They arrive at the house late at night on June 30, so they unpack and head right to bed. They wake up early Monday morning, ready to walk down to the beach by 8am. Jake drags a wagon, filled with sand toys, a football, a frisbee, a volleyball, a soccer ball, paddles and a rubber ball, cornhole, two beach chairs, three umbrellas, and five-year-old Ginny. Amy drags a wagon filled with two coolers (one filled with water, Gatorade, lemonade, iced green tea, apple juice, and capri suns, the other filled with sandwiches, pretzels, apples, oranges, peaches, plums, watermelon chunks, pineapple chunks, granola bars, and cookies) and tote bags filled with towels, blankets, sunscreen, bug spray, books, travel scrabble, travel Guess Who, and a portable radio. Ten-year-old Mac and eight-year-old Trey walk in between Jake and Amy, carrying their boogie boards.

“You think we have enough stuff?” Jake turns around and asks Amy.

“Obviously, we’re moving to the beach,” Amy jokes.

Everyone pitches in to help set up once they arrive at the beach, putting down blankets (with flipflops and coolers on the corners to hold them down), setting up the beach umbrellas and chairs. Amy pulls out the sunscreen, getting ready to lather everyone up.

Ginny’s still young enough that she just listens to Amy and Jake, and allows her mother to put sunscreen on her without a fight (plus, it helps that the kid’s sunscreen Amy uses comes out of the bottle purple). And Mac, is just like a mini Amy, so he puts the sunscreen on without even having to be told to.

But Trey… well, Trey is like a mini Jake. He likes to have fun, to push the boundaries.

“I don’t want to,” Trey whines when Amy tells him it’s his turn to put on sunscreen.

“Well, it’s not a choice,” Amy states.

“But, why?”

“We have to protect ourselves from the sun,” Amy explains.

“But, the sun is so far away,” Trey counters.

“Well, it’s still harmful.”

“I don’t get it,” Trey shrugs.

Amy’s at a loss as to what to say to Trey. She’s still tired from traveling last night and can’t think of a way to explain to an eight-year-old why he needs sunscreen. She turns to look at Jake, but he and Ginny are already in the sand, building a castle, and she’d hate to interrupt their fun.

“Trey…” she starts, but Mac cuts her off.

“You know what Trey; the sun is far away. But it’s super strong, like stronger than Superman. And, the sun has rays, that can really hurt your skin. But, it doesn’t hurt you right away. And you can’t see it hurt you. And the only thing that can protect you, is sunscreen. It’s like, Batman wears his batsuit to give him superpowers against the Joker, and the Penguin. Well, we wear sunscreen and it gives us superpowers against the sun.”

“Woah!” Trey responds.

Amy smiles, amused. Of course, relate anything to superheroes, and you can make an eight-year-old do it. As she applies sunscreen to Trey, she thinks of how proud she is of Mac. He’s such an amazing older brother. Honestly, she’s proud and amazed by all her kids; they’re such incredible little humans.

She finishes applying sunscreen to Trey, and he and Mac are off, running down to the water with their boogie boards. Amy quickly applies sunscreen to herself before she follows them down to the water. She stands up to her knees, allowing the waves to crash on her thighs, as she watches Mac and Trey race back and forth in the water, occasionally trying to use their boogie boards to ride the waves. She turns back and looks at Jake, sitting in the sand, allowing their daughter to take charge in the building of a sandcastle. Jake looks back at Amy and waves, beaming back at her.

Amy knows she is so lucky. She has an amazing husband, and with him, they made the three best kids anyone could ever ask for.

Epilogue

Jake Peralta almost never wore sunscreen. That is, until he started dating Amy Santiago. She was cautious in the sun and taught him to be cautious too. She taught him to value his body and to protect it. These were values that they passed along to their children.

Never, in a million years, would Jake Peralta have thought that sunscreen would play such an important part in his life, in his love life, in his family. But, the fact that it does, just goes to show how powerful love is.

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