the wind changed its mind again, playfully tangling itself in the pale strands on top of satoruâs head. the salty air had stopped choking with heat by evening, though the sandâtickling his bare feetâstill breathed warmth.
waves came in unevenly, leaving behind ribbons of foam on wet grains, every shade of ochre. gojo sat on the shore, knees pulled to his chest, the skin faintly stinging from a reckless overdose of sunlight he wasnât used to. he looked oddly dull, fingers absently sifting through dry sand that spilled in crumbs over the damp layer beneath.
if you didnât know him so well, you wouldnât have noticed a thing, wouldâve just walked past. but your chest gave a small, strange ache, and your body sank down beside his almost on its own.
your eyes caught a tiny bugâstruggling for dear life on the wet surface of a blue frisbee. you remembered satoruâs recent claim that heâd wanted to help the little creature reach the sea faster. after all, it had been so stubborn, fighting through footprints and craters, that he couldnât help but feel sorry for something so determined to live.
nice saving attempt.
âyouâre such an idiot.â
he looked at youâgod, so heartbreakinglyâas if begging you to go easy.
of its four thin legs, maybe one and a half remained. you sighed quietly and reached out, brushing your fingers against his palm in silent comfort.
âbugs probably donât have souls anyway. no point tearing yourself up over them.â
we canât save everything, no matter how much we want to.
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hi marie!! ok i KNOW ur kinda new here but fr i just gotta say⌠ur fics?? SO GOOD. like for real i fell in love w ur writing right away đ i love how u write diff bluelock characters too i swear i LIIIIVE for ur fics đđ
sooo uh i got a lil req if u donât mind hehe đ was thinkin maybe u could do a series w diff bluelock boys?? ideaâs kinda like:
the boys & reader goin to the beach n when reader takes off her coverup n shows a đĽ swimsuit he just⌠freezes. straight up BLUSHIN so hard bc itâs the first time heâs seen her like that đ reader just laughs n teases him while he keeps sneakin lil glances. then later under the umbrella sheâs like âhey can u put sunscreen on my back?â n she unties her top n lays down n heâs SO flustered tryna rub it in carefully. ties her back up after n they go in the water but then he sees dudes checkin her out. he gets all jealous n pulls her close, hands on her waist, hips, even taps her butt lol holdin her tight like âsheâs mine.â then he sees a guy STILL starin n he glares n mouths âimma kill uâ while readerâs gigglin callin him clingy n he just hugs her tighter lmaoo
i know itâs kinda long đđ but i wanted 2 make it clear hehe hope u like it đ¤ ANYWAY i love ur fics so bad girl u keep SLAYIN đ ur fics r like comfort food fr idk how u keep doin it but not surprised tbh ur brain??? UNSTOPPABLE. every ficâs a banger donât stop bestie đđ keep killin it đâ¤ď¸
Got me cheeseing over here omg. You don't know how much these messages mean to me, like, actually. It's ironic as a writer that I do not have the words to say how much this means to me :,) So thank you. <3 (also I love this request)
Waves and Sunscreen
Requested.
Itâs the first beach day of the summer and you and your boyfriend make time to go to the beach. You take off your coverup, and suddenly your boyfriend can't look away from you.
Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi
Requests: OPEN
đ Isagi Yoichi
When you take off your cover-up:
Youâre standing near the cooler talking about which drink you want when you casually pull your cover-up over your head. Just a towel and a breath of wind, and suddenly youâre standing there in the kind of swimsuit that truly has him at a loss for words. Isagi looks up mid-sentence⌠and forgets what he was going to say all together. His mouth stays half open. A water bottle slips from his hand and thuds softly into the sand.
You turn around. âYou okay?â
He blinks. Slowly. Then swallows hard.
âY-Yeah,â he says. But his voice cracks, and his face goes red.
âI mean, yeah, I justâuh. You look really⌠really good.â
You stare for a moment before a laugh escapes your lips, already walking toward the umbrella like itâs nothing. Heâs frozen in place, replaying the image in his head. You in a swimsuit? That swimsuit? He was not expecting.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You flop down on your towel and undo your bikini top like itâs no big deal.
âCan you get my back?â you ask, chin in your arms.
âWhaânow?â
You tilt your head. âYeah, now. Itâs the sunniest part of the day.â
He hesitates like heâs preparing for a high-stakes penalty kick.
Then finally kneels next to you, unscrews the bottle, and gently squirts some into his hand. Way too much btw.
You donât say anything. Youâre just waiting.
He starts rubbing it in, and itâs barely a touch. His hands are soft, hesitant, staying high up on your shoulders and only daring to smooth along your back when you exhale a little laugh.
âRelax,â you tease. "I'm not that fragile."
He mutters something under his breath. Quiet. Almost too soft to hear.
âT-Thatâs not what Iâm worried aboutâŚâ
When he ties your top back up, his hands fumble with the knot. You can feel his fingers shaking.
In the water, when guys start staring:
Youâre waist-deep, hair wet, laughing as you splash him.
Heâs smiling, until his eyes shift over your shoulder. Two guys standing farther down the shore. Staring. His expression changes instantly. He moves closer. One arm around your waist. Then the other. Pulls you back into him, your back against his chest.
You blink. âYoichi?â
He doesnât answer. Just rests his chin on your shoulder like heâs relaxing, but heâs definitely watching. When one guy wonât stop looking, Isagi narrows his eyes and mouths something that makes the guy look away real quick.
You giggle. âYouâre being clingy.â
He exhales slowly and hugs you tighter.
âSorry."
When you take off your cover-up:
He sees it happen out of the corner of his eye, just a quick movement as you pull the fabric off your shoulders. He turns his head without thinking, then stops. Doesnât say anything. Doesnât react right away. Just goes quiet. You glance over, and heâs standing there with a hand on his hip, blinking slowly, mouth pressed in a tight line.
ââŚWhat?â you ask, smirking.
âNothing,â he says. His voice is calm, but his ears are pink.
âYou look good.â He says bluntly.
He clears his throat, looks off toward the water, and pretends heâs totally unfazed. But when you walk past him to grab sunscreen, he definitely takes another look.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out on your towel and untie your top like itâs normal, and for you, it is. But for him? He hesitates for a second when you hand him the bottle.
âSeriously?â
âSeriously.â
You raise an eyebrow. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
He doesnât answer. Just kneels beside you, pours a little lotion into his hand, and starts rubbing it in. His hands are warm. Careful. But not shy. He keeps his touch steady as well as focused, and quiet.
You glance back and see the small crease between his brows.
âAre you concentrating?â
He exhales. âTrying not to mess it up.â
When he finishes, he ties the top back without making a show of it. Doesnât say anything extra. But you catch him stealing a look at your shoulder as you sit up, biting the inside of his cheek like heâs keeping something to himself.
In the water, when guys start staring:
At first, he doesnât notice. Heâs busy watching the waves, wiping water from his eyes, squeezing water out of his hair. But when he does catch one guy looking a little too long, and then another...He doesnât say anything, just swims closer. His hand settles lightly on your waist. Then he moves behind you, stays close, almost casual.
You raise an eyebrow. âEverything okay?â
He nods.
âYeah. Just staying close.â
Another guy looks again. Chigiri meets his eyes once, and doesnât look away until the guy does. You smile, nudging his foot underwater.
âYouâre not subtle.â
He glances up once. Then again. Slower the second time. You look over and catch the crease in his brow. The subtle sigh through his nose.
âThatâs not the one you said you were bringing.â
You shrug. âChanged my mind.â
He looks away fast. Shakes his head.
âTch. You couldâve said something.â
You walk past him, and he mutters something under his breath, too quiet to catch. But his ears are red, and he wonât look at you directly for a full minute.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down on your towel, reach behind your neck, and untie your top without warning.
âCan you do my back?â
He sits up fast.
âY/N, what the hell are you doing? Weâre in public.â
You just glance over your shoulder. âIâm laying on my stomach. No one can see anything.â
âThatâs not the point.â
He looks around like someoneâs already staring, then shifts to kneel beside you, blocking the view out of instinct. You hand him the sunscreen. He takes it, muttering under his breath.
âI swear to godâŚâ
Still, he starts rubbing it in. Quiet. Focused. His touch is a little rushed at first, like he wants this over fast, but then slows down when you relax.
You peek back at him. âYouâre doing a lot for someone who just complained.â
âYeah, well,â he mutters. âDonât untie your top in public next time.â
When he finishes, he ties it back tight. No lingering. No teasing. Just a quick knot and then heâs tossing your towel higher over your shoulders like heâs shielding you from the world. You roll your eyes, smiling into your arms. He sits beside you, arms crossed. Still annoyed. Still red.
In the water, when guys start staring:
Youâre laughing, relaxed, floating near him and heâs too busy watching the shore. He sees it happen. One guy. Then another. Next thing you know, Rinâs behind you. Hands on your hips. Calm grip, firm enough to make a point.
You turn your head. âWhatâs up with you?â
âNothing.â He glances at the guy again. âYouâre fine right here.â
Another look. A longer one. Rin mouths something, low, short, and not even a little friendly.
You laugh under your breath. âYouâre not jealous, are you?â
âNo,â he says flatly. Then squeezes your waist just a little tighter.
Heâs mid-frisbee throw when he glances over, just in time to catch you slipping the cover-up off your shoulders. The disc falls straight to the sand. He stares for a second too long. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open.
âWhoa.â
You turn around. âWhat?â
He grins, trying to play it cool, but the flush on his face says otherwise.
âYou didnât say it was that kind of swimsuit.â
You smirk. âDoes it matter?â
âNo, not at all~â he says, grabbing the frisbee without breaking eye contact, still smiling and eying you down.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down, untie your top, and hand him the bottle with a casual, âGet my back?â
He blinks. Tilts his head like he didnât hear you right.
ââŚWho, me?â
You raise an eyebrow.
âOkay, okay,â he grins, taking the bottle.
He kneels beside you, rubs the sunscreen into his palms, and gets to work. His touch is steady but light, not awkward, just careful. You can tell heâs being respectful, even if he keeps sneaking little glances at your expression like heâs waiting for you to call him out.
Once heâs done, he ties your top back with a gentle tug and sits back with a little nod of approval.
âNice teamwork,â he says, brushing sand off his legs. âNext time, I get the towel spot though.â
You just smile and nudge his foot. He bumps yours right back.
In the water, when guys start staring:
At first, he doesnât notice. Heâs too busy splashing you, making dumb faces. But then he sees one guy looking for a little too long. He swims behind you fast, hands on your hips, grinning against your ear. You laugh, trying to shake him off, but he just tightens his grip. Then he looks right past you, catches the guyâs eye, and gives him the kind of smile that doesnât look very friendly. Still soft, but sharp enough to mean something.
Heâs setting up your beach chairs when he hears the soft rustle behind him. Turns around, and stops. Youâre standing there, casual as ever, now in just your swimsuit. He blinks. Then quickly looks away like he didnât just stare.
You tilt your head. âEverything okay?â
âYeah.â
But his voice is tight, and heâs suddenly a little too focused on adjusting the umbrella. You walk past him toward the towel and he glances again, just once. His ears are pink. His hands go straight into his pockets. He clears his throat.
âYou look⌠really good.â
You look over as a smile appears on your lips.
"Thank you baby."
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out and untie your top, tossing him the bottle like youâve done this a hundred times.
âCan you do my back?â
He catches it awkwardly.
âRight now?â
You nod. Heâs already kneeling beside you before you can say anything else, trying his best to act normal. He squirts the sunscreen into his hand and rubs it in gently, quiet, calm, and way more careful than usual. You can feel him holding his breath a little.
âYou okay back there?â
âYeah,â he says quickly. âJust⌠being careful.â
He finishes and ties your top back with a firm tug, not letting himself say anything else. His hands linger for a second longer than needed, then he sits back, wiping his palms off.
In the water, when guys start staring:
He notices fast. Youâre laughing, arms out in the waves, and heâs standing nearby until he sees a guy across the water very clearly not watching the tide. He doesnât say anything. Just moves next to you. An arm slips around your waist. Then both. Pulls you in gently.
You blink. âSomething wrong?â
âNope,â he says, staring straight ahead. âJust stay close.â
Heâs fixing the speaker, already relaxing with his sunglasses on when you call his name and toss your cover-up aside. He turns. Pauses. Smiles, slow and obvious.
âWell damn,â he says, eyes flicking up and down. âYouâve been holding out on me.â
You roll your eyes and keep walking, but heâs still looking with a giant grin, hands on his hips now, head tilted slightly.
âYou wore that on purpose, huh?â
You throw him a grin over your shoulder. He just laughs and shakes his head. âUnreal.â
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out, untie your top, and hand him the bottle.
âHelp me out?â
He raises an eyebrow. âYou sure you trust me with this?â
âYou gonna mess it up?â
âNo. Iâm gonna take my time.â
He kneels beside you, warms the sunscreen in his hands, and smooths it over your back with practiced ease. His fingers glide slow, not inappropriate, just confident. Like he knows what heâs doing and knows you know it, too. When he finishes, he ties your top without rushing, then leans down to whisper near your ear:
âLet me know if you ever want more help"
He teased before standing up and dusting the sand off his knees, his sunglasses still on his face. You scoff and swat at him, and he just laughs, smug, satisfied.
In the water, when guys start staring:
Heâs got one arm around your waist already, pulling you in after a wave when his gaze flicks toward the shore. He sees it. That guy. Now because he has his sunglasses on, the pervert staring at you had yet to notice that Reo was staring daggers into him. He doesnât move. Doesnât speak. Just shifts his stance, hand firm on your hip now.
You glance up. âWhatâs wrong?â
He nods toward the guy. âHeâs been staring for a looong time." He said it playfully, but his gaze was still on the man, his body more stiff.
You raise an eyebrow. âYouâre mad?"
Reo leans in, his voice low, his sunglasses falling down on his nose just enough so that you could see his eyes.
âIâll buy the whole beach if it means they stop looking.â
You laugh. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âRich and ridiculous,â he says, tugging you closer.
Heâs laying flat under the umbrella, half-asleep, arm over his eyes.
Then you say, âHey, toss me that towel?â
He lifts his head, and sees you standing there in your swimsuit. He blinks once. Then again.
ââŚHuh?â
You laugh. âWhat?â
He doesnât answer. Just stares for a second longer than normal, then groans and throws the towel without aiming. It lands half on your foot.
âYou said it was that one pink swimsuit." He mumbles.
You shrug. âIt is.â
He sits up slowly, one hand still shielding his eyes.
âItâs not. " He groans staring at you in your blue two-piece,
"You look⌠crazy good. Not fair.â
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down on your towel, untie your top, and roll the bottle over to him.
âCan you get my back?â
He sits up straighter. âUgh⌠you sure?â
âYouâre already awake.â
âBarely.â
Still, he drags himself over, sits beside you, and squirts the sunscreen into his palms. His touch is lazy but gentle, slow and careful, like heâs focusing way harder than he wants to admit.
âYouâre so warm,â you mumble.
He mutters back, âYeah, âcause youâre stressing me out.â
When he finishes, he ties your top back with a loose, almost sleepy knot. Then flops onto his own towel face-down like he just ran a marathon.
In the water, when guys start staring:
Youâre waist-deep, smiling, and floating next to him when he glances toward the beach and sees someone watching. He doesnât say anything. Just moves behind you and places both hands lightly on your hips.
You turn your head. âWhat are you doing?â
âGettinâ comfortable,â he mutters. But his eyes flick back to the guy, and they donât look tired anymore.
When the guy doesnât stop, Nagi lets out a sigh. Tightens his grip.
âTell me when I can punch someone.â
You laugh. âYouâre not punching anyone.â
âThen let me stand here.â
He stays locked on you like an anchor the rest of the swim.
âDarling come here, let me rub this on you before you swim around.â You hummed, from under an umbrella stuck into the sand, shielding your eyes from the harsh sun.
âYes, dear.â He replied, making his way over to you. The heat was getting to the man, his cheeks already flushing a bright pink.
His only goal right now was to hop in the water to cool down and perhaps dive under the water to gift his love, you, a pretty shell.
You rubbed him down in sunscreen, shaking your head when you saw that his little walk in the sun already started to lightly sunburn his shoulders.
âRedheads.â You sighed in your head.
Once you were sure you all but dowsed him in the whole bottle of sunscreen you turned him around to place a kiss on his plush lips.
âAll done, enjoy the water.â You smiled, and sent him off with a wink.
***
Later that day when the sun was dropping low between the sky and making everything pink and orange hued.
You gasped at the sight of his body. âHow? You called you back for more sunscreen every two hours!â
You eyed your red haired and now lobster red husband.
You tutted your lips and walked your way home so you could make him soak in a cool bath. Once you both settled in the bath you had your arms wrapped around him.
You were pouting into his red shoulder. Feeling you had failed him.
âItâs not your fault. I blame my father for my predicament.â He said, tilting his head back to drop a kiss on your head.
You laughed at his comment, shaking your head. âYes, letâs blame your dad for your fragile skin.â
âItâs settled then.â He blinked his eyes closed, âDid you like the shell I got you?â
He had gifted you a soft pink shell that had a stunning spiral of purple and blue.
âStunning.â You hummed sinking into the water the water with him, âthank you.â
Hiya ! Could I request questionable summer fashion and Marco for the summer factions ??? Thank you so much and hope youâre having a great day đđđ
Hallo! Hope you are having a great day too! You certainly can ask for Dr Pineapple! I chuckled writing this. Sorry Marco but..how could I resist. Hope this is okay (ďžâăŽâ)ďž*:シďžâ§
Summer Factions
Marco - Questionable Summer fashion
The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky and a cool welcoming breeze washed over the large spacious deck of the Mobydick âItâs a shame weâre not going to be at land to enjoy this weather.â you pouted, leaning on the railing staring out to sea. You hadnât seen land in almost two weeks now, though it felt much longer. The thought of being able to have a proper date with Marco or just an excuse to drag him away from work for a day, so he could rest would be nice.
âI wonder if Thatch has made any cold snacks?â you thought aloud, pushing away from the rails turning on your heels. You stopped in your tracks as you saw a familiar face appear from one of the corridors, though your brow furrowed deeply. âMarco..â his name was all you could say as your brain slowly registered what he was wearing. Those shorts...those hideous shorts.. You had seen a similar pair being sported by Red Hair Shanks and even that man couldnât make them work, the shirt wasnât much better, some sky blue shirt with flowers in bright yellows and red decorated over them and from a distance what you assumed was a coconut or a dung ball, moving up to his face you couldnât hide the complete confusion nor the smile tugging at your lips. Shielding his eyes from the sun was a pair of large pineapple shaped sunglasses that took up most of his face. Marco walked awkwardly over to you âThatâs an interesting look..â you said slowly.
â-Iâm trying something different.â he explained strangely, mindful of his words.
âahuh...what are those?â you questioned, looking down at his feet sporting some neon blue slip on shoe with holes in presumably to let in air.
â..theyâre called crocs apparently..good for summer.â he stated slowly. In the distance you saw Thatchâs pompadour sticking out from a corridor and Ace was peering around the corner, the sound of snickering reaching your ears.
âYou lost a bet to Ace and Thatch didnât you?â you questioned smuggly, Marco pursed his lips and looked away sharply. You couldnât help but laugh. âMaybe you should stop playing cards with them.â you teased, reaching to remove the pineapple sunglasses. âI canât see your handsome face behind these.â you inspected the novelty sunglasses âtheyâre cute but this pineapple is cuter.â you added, leaning to kiss his cheek. Marcoâs cheeks flushed,
âOi.. donât tease,â he whined, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
âDoes Shanks know you stole his shorts?â you whispered, slipping the sunglasses onto your own face. Marcoâs shoulders slumped in realistion.
â...Iâm burning them..â Marco mumbled,
âThe deal was you have to wear it all day! Sunglasses included!â Thatch shouted loudly from his hiding place. Marco grimaced, something other than the hideous shorts was about to catch fire. You removed the sunglasses and slipped them back onto Marcoâs face, silencing his pout with a kiss.
âDeal is a deal...remember fire safety though.â you added with a playful smile. Marco planted a kiss to your forehead before whirling around and in a blaze of blue flames flew towards his prey who shrieked in terror and fled the scene. You chuckled and shook your head. At least he was taking a break from work.
They could have at least got him a shirt with pineapples on...
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hi hannah!! ânight swimmingâ for the summer vibes prompts please? perhaps with some sneaky anakin and ahsoka and a very, very d o n e rex who got dragged along on one of their outrageously dumb adventures *again*??
only if you want to, of course <33
Hey Ash! Thanks so much for this prompt! I'm not saying writing this might've broken me out of my writers block, but i'm not...not saying that either.
from these prompts
Pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea
Dark stretches of shadow painted the floor of the Naboo lake house as Ahsoka made her way out of the kitchen. She cradled a mug of jasmine tea gingerly in her hands as she shouldered open the large glass doors leading to the balcony.
The war might be over but the nightmares never stopped. Even here, with the steady sound of waves lapping against the lakeshore filling the airâpossibly the most at peace sheâd ever beenâthey still haunted her.
She sighed, bracing her forearms against the cool stone railing. Padmeâs lake houseâthough Ahsoka thought it looked more like a castle than anythingâwas far enough away from the city that no light pollution marred her view of the stars. Years of astronav classes and the flashcards sheâd memorized had her reciting the visible planets and star systems. Almost rotely, she picked them out: Geonosis, Ryloth, Eriadu, Corellia; Nabooâs three moons; the other planets of the Chommell Sector.
They were just pinpoints of light to other people, worlds that maybe their favorite food came from, or that they heard about on the holonews. But Ahsoka had a history with each one. And each memory was steeped in blood.
âYou told me the nightmares had gotten better.â
Ahsoka didnât turn at Anakinâs approach, simply continuing to stare at the spot on the horizon where dark water turned into the amorphous black of nighttime.
âYou told me the same thing.â With the twins consuming nearly his every waking moment, he was usually passing out the moment they were asleep. There were few other reasons that heâd be awake too.
He came to stand by her side, glancing down at her out of the corner of his eye. âGuess weâre both liars, then.â
She huffed a laugh, putting aside her now-cold tea.
Anakin nudged her shoulder with his own, drawing her attention back to him. His long hairânow long enough to braid, much to her own enjoymentâwas sticking up in random places, and she was pretty sure heâd been wearing the same shirt for three days. But there was a lightness to his eyes and a soft set to his shoulders that she had not seen in far too long. If sheâd ever seen it. She liked to think that there were moments during the war when she had been able to remove the weight for just a little while with dumb jokes and pranks, but it always came back in the end.
He was carrying his trauma a lot better than she was these days.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
She shook her head.
His gaze softened and he settled his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. âYouâre home now, Snips. Donât forget that.â
They stood in silence for a little while, the fear and weariness leftover from her nightmare steadily leaking out of her in the face of Anakinâs all consuming warmth.
âI stayed here with Padme for a couple weeks right before the war started,â he said. When she looked up at him, he was watching the waves lap against the sandy shore. âShe tried so hard to get me to go swim with her but I didnât want to cross the sand.â He chuckled. âFirst and last time I ever thought I could win an argument with her. I was in the water within the hour.â
Ahsoka shook her head. âI canât believe you used to be a bigger idiot than you are now.â
âHey!â
The combination of his affronted expression and his bedhead had her doubling over in laughter. He looked like a startled bantha.
Suddenly an impish grin overtook his face. Then he was grabbing her wrist and dragging her behind him with what she was sure was Force-assisted effort, and heading toward the elegant stairs that led down to the water.
âOh no, no, no, no. Skyguy, it's too cold!â
âNever thought Iâd see the day when you were the one saying that instead of me.â
âThatâs because we could go sunbathing on Jakku and youâd bring a blanket.â
Anakin just glared at her over his shoulder.
Well, if he was going to be like that⌠âRace you!â
Anakin spluttered as Ahsoka leapt down the stairs, rolling into a crouch at the bottom.
He tore after her, gaining on her with every step. Their laughter floated across the lake, and before Ahsoka could dive in, a massive wave crested, drenching her from head to toe.
She gasped at the icy shock, then turned around to see Anakin a few yards behind her with his arms still raised.
Ahsoka bared her fangs in a playful growl, and then Anakin was landing in the water with a splash. She waded in, up to her waist, waiting for him to surface. A few moments passed and he hadnât come up. She scanned the water, but it had gone still once more, and even with her superior night vision, there was no sign of him.
âSkyguy?â she called. âAnakin?!â
Ahsoka sucked in a breath as something grabbed her around the waist, dragging her under the water.
She broke the surface, gasping for air, only to be met with Anakinâs unapologetic grin.
âYou nerfherder!â
âLanguage, Snips.â But the reprimand was broken up by laughter. Ahsoka rolled her eyes as her own grin broke out across her face, soon turning into a full blown smile at their combined ridiculousness. She hadnât felt this young in a long time, just playing in the water with her older brother.
Anakin had gone quiet, and when she looked over, he was treading water with a gentle expression on his face. It was the same one she saw when he was holding Leia; watching her babble incoherently up at him like he would move mountains to make her smile. Like he would for you, a voice in her head whispered. âThere she is,â he murmured.
He maneuvered to float on his back, and after a moment Ahsoka joined him. She was looking at the stars again. But instead of her bloody history and the deaths that hung heavily on her heart, she just saw pinpricks of light forming a tapestry of kyber across the sky. Worlds full of people who were hurting just like she was, and healing all the same.
âIt still hurts,â she mumbled.
âI know,â Anakin replied. Soft ripples bumped against her from the steady movement of his arms. âI think it maybe always will. But I promise you Ahsoka, Iâm always going to be here for you when it gets hard.â
She smiled back at him, pushing her gratitude across their bond. âSame here, Master.â
âDo I even want to know what you two are doing?â
Pushing herself upright, Ahsoka saw Rex standing at the edge of the lake. He was shirtless, with a towel thrown over his shoulder and a bottle of water in his hand. Probably ready for a morning run. There was no telling what time it was, but the sky was beginning to lighten. They had yet to break Rex of the soldierâs habit of waking before dawn.
Ahsoka slid her eyes to Anakin at her side, her sly, mischievous gaze mirrored in his own blue eyes.
In sync, they raised their hands. Their poor Captain had no time to react before he was being flung high through the air and landing in the lake.
They dissolved into giggling fits even before Rex came up, face red. âHow many times do I have to tell you to stop throwing me?!â
A couple hours later they had dragged themselves up onto the beach, the Force glowing in contentment around them. Even Anakin didnât complain about the grains of sand sticking to their wet skin.
Ahsoka leaned against Anakinâs shoulder, prompting him to rest his head on top of hers. She wrapped an arm around Rex, giving him a squeeze.
The three of them, relics of an unjust war and carriers of history, sat on that beach and watched the sun rise on a new day. So many laid out in front of them, offering hope. Offering peace. Ahsoka let the feeling fill her and carry the nightmares away.
Helloo can I request another Bakugou x reader fluff scenario please. So its the summer and the reader and Bakusquad go to beach and the reader gotta booty also reader & Bakugou are dating so hes being possessive and keeps standing behind her to block her from guys etc and the Bakusquad is laughing at him. Sorry if itâs confusingđ
((Todayâs extra extra love is back rub! You need it with coming up with all these amazing ideaâs!))Summer, the perfect time to relax. The sun was shining brightly, there wasnât a single cloud in the sky, a perfect day for the beach. That was your exact plan for the day. Though your swim suit was, questionable at least. Mina had decided to go shopping with you and pick one out for you. It was rude to not wear it right?Even if it was a little more, revealing than youâre used to. Though your nervousness fades when you see your boyfriend and your friends on the beach making sand castles. You quickly make your way over and hug Bakugo from behind.
âY/N! Youâre going to make me knock over my castle!â he complains and you snuggle into his shoulder happily.âSorry, sorry, Iâll help you how about that?â You offer and sit down beside him starting to help build his sand castle. Kirishima pretends to gasp.âThatâs cheating! Mina help me out!â Kirishima yells sure enough Mina comes running over in a beautiful one piece. She honestly looked really good. Though you were a bit focused on helping the mess that Bakugo called a sand castle. After about ten minutes the timer goes off. To no surprise Kirishima and Mina ended up winning, with the votes of Sero and Denki. But of course Bakugo wasnât content with losing.âThat was bullshit Kirishima! I saw you use your quirk to dig up sand you cheating bastard!â bakugo roars angrily. You sigh and just gently pat his shoulder.âItâs ok Bakugo, we can challenge them to some other games?â Â You offer. Bakugo seemed to toss this idea in his head for a little before getting a smug grin on his face. You now regret offering that, you could tell there was going to be no time for relaxing.âY/N and I challenge you to volleyball!â Bakugo yells angrily. You spend a good three hours playing volleyball before Bakugo manages to spike the ball and give you guys the last winning point.âFuck yeah!â Bakugo yells. You were sweating now that you had been in the burning sun not to mention, just got done pretty much working out to keep up with Bakugo. You take your shirt off and pants to reveal your new bikini. Bakugo and pretty much all the boys stare at you while Mina grins proudly.âDonât fucking stare you side characters!â bakugo roars angrily. Sure you knew you had a rather nice ass, but you didnât know it would bring you this much attention. Mina gives you a thumbs up and you snort at her proud grin.âWell, Iâm going to go swim. You boys donât kill each other while Iâm gone ok?â You were mostly talking to Bakugo but you were smart enough to not direct the question at him mostly to avoid his rage. Mina decides to come with you and the two of you go swimming. Shortly after Bakugo joins you sticking to you like glue. Honestly you didnât mind it all, but he kept glaring at random people on the beach.âBakugo youâre scaring people.â you huff out as you toss the beach ball back to mina. âYeah, well maybe they shouldnât be looking over here in the first place!â he yells angrily clearly trying to scare off the poor couple that were just swimming by.âWell, you growling at anyone who comes by will get their attention.â you huff out. Kirishima and the rest of the boys were trying to splash each other in the water, though they stop when they hear what you said. Sure enough as a random guy comes by Bakugo growls at them. The boys burst into laughter.âHoly shit he does growl! Heâs like a possessive dog!â Kirishima says as he laughs. You canât help but to snort and roll your eyes watching as even Mina was giggling trying to hide it behind her hand.âShut up shark teeth!â bakugo yells angrily small explosions popping from his hands. You didnât even have to look to know he was blushing. Though, Bakugo blushing only made them laugh harder.âOh thatâs it! Iâm killing all of you!â bakugo roars and uses explosions to propel himself at the others.âOh shit!â Denki yells and boy do they scatter. By now they had already came up with escape plans to get away from bakugo when they enrage him. Luckily you never had to, but you couldnât deny it was funny to watch.
Saiouma âWhat? No! I wasnât staring...I was just looking at something behind you...â from the Romantic/Fluff Starters list for @sunshine12123434! I knew right off the bat that I wanted to have them going on a date and then I started thinking about them being cute at the beach, so thatâs how this one-shot came to be.Â
I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited :D
*Based off of this request*
Title: Make Out on the Beach
Prompt:Â âWhat? No! I wasnât staring...I was just looking at something behind you...â
Summary: While on their Okinawa field trip, Shuichi and Kokichi decide to sneak away from the group for a bit and walk the beach together. Things unfold from there.
One-Shot Notes: Itâs never actually stated, but Shuichi and Kokichi are secretly dating; High School AU where they donât have their talents and are just normal high school students
One-shot is under the cut!
Shuichi stood under a palm tree close to the water at Nirai Beach, looking down at his watch.
Whatâs taking Kokichi so long, he asked himself.
The 79th class had gone on a field trip to Okinawa for the summer. The trip had been interesting so far, but Kokichi insisted that they werenât getting to spend a lot of time together. So, after a lot of convincing and a little bit of temptation, Shuichi decided to give in and sneak away from the group with Kokichi so that they could have a date on the beach. Ditching the group was something that a goody-two-shoe like Shuichi wouldnât ever dream of doing, but with him being wrapped around Kokichiâs finger as much as he was, he wound up doing the craziest of things sometimes.
A warm breeze tickled his skin as he looked out at the ocean, the pristine water sparkling like rare gems. He could taste the salt in the air as a familiar voice was carried along the wind.
âShuu-chan!â
Shuichi looked over and immediately, his cheeks flushed red.
Kokichi had pulled his hair back into a small ponytail, a pair of gold-rimmed aviator sunglasses perched atop his head. He wore a sleeveless white hoodie that was unzipped to reveal his bare chest along with a pair of checkered swim trunks and black sandals. A seashell anklet was tied around his left ankle and a dog tag necklace dangled from his neck.
His eyes traveled along Kokichiâs bare chest, swallowing as Kokichi approached him.
âHi, my beloved! Did I keep you waiting?â he asked.
âHuh? Ah...â Shuichi blinked his eyes, redirecting his gaze to meet Kokichiâs. âNo, I wasnât waiting long...â he trailed off.
âHm, are you sure? You know how Iâm not fond of liars, Shuu-chan.â Kokichi said.
âIâm not lying to you, Kokichi.â Shuichi stated.
Kokichi narrowed his eyes at him, peering at him like he were trying to read in between the lines. After a couple of moments, he breathed out a sigh.
âSomething tells me youâre lying, but I guess I can let you off the hook for today.â Kokichi said.
He took Shuichiâs hand in his, causing Shuichi to jump in slight surprise.
âK-Kokichiââ
âWeâre on a date, arenât we? Holding hands is essential, you know.â
âI get that...â
His heart fluttered a little as they began walking along the water, their fingers intertwined together. He prayed to whatever god that was willing to listen to him that Kokichi wouldnât notice how sweaty his palm was (he figured that he already knew, but either chose not to say anything or was waiting for the right time to tease him about it).
It was a relatively nice day out, the sun shining above them. The waves crashing softly onto the warm sand, the warm sea breeze, and the sound of Kokichi humming put Shuichi at ease.
Maybe choosing to sneak away from the group wasnât such a bad idea, after all.
As they walked further away from the resort they were staying at, Kokichi spotted something embedded into the sand.
âShuu-chan, look! Itâs a seashell!â he exclaimed as he began tugging Shuichi along.
âAh! Kokichi, not so fast!â he shouted.
His words fell on deaf ears, however, as Kokichi continued to pull him along. They crouched down and Kokichi dug the seashell out of the sand.
âLook at it, Shuu-chan!â Kokichi showed him the seashell. âDoesnât it look pretty?â he gushed.
âYeah, it does.â Shuichi replied, running his finger along the ridges of the shell.
He looked as Kokichi found more shells nearby. He was enchanted by the way Kokichiâs eyes sparkled with excitement, his lips pulled into a smile as he picked up the seashells, examining them.
âThis one has a funny shape, donât you think?â Kokichi looked up and noticed how Shuichiâs eyes were trained on him. âHm? Shuu-chan?â he asked.
Shuichi didnât respond at first, still captivated by how beautiful Kokichi looked with the sun beaming down on him, making his hair gleam, his skin glow, and his eyes twinkle like amethysts.
Kokichi furrowed his brows at him.
âHeeeeey, Shuu-chan!â Kokichi tried again, waving his hand in Shuichiâs face.
Shuichi blinked, being pulled back into reality.
âHuh? What is it, Kokichi?â he asked.
Kokichi pouted.
âGeez, you werenât even paying attention to me!â Kokichi showed Shuichi the seashell. âI was saying that this seashell has a funny shape.â he said.
âOh...â Shuichi observed the seashell. âYeah, it does. Itâs shaped like a catâs head.â he commented.
He watched as Kokichi continued to pick out various types of shells from the sand.
âYou sure like picking seashells, donât you?â he asked.
âYup! Itâs my favorite thing to do whenever I go to the beach.â Kokichi chirped in response.
Kokichi stood up and began to take off along the edge of the water.
âAh! Donât run off too far!â Shuichi called out as he stood up.
âIâm not going too far!â Kokichi called out over his shoulder.
Shuichi watched as the waves crashed onto the shore, erasing Kokichiâs footprints in the wet sand. Then, his eyes drifted to Kokichi, who had picked up a conch shell and brought it to his ear, presumably listening to the ocean.
No matter what he did, his gaze kept falling on Kokichi. Not like he was complaining, though. He could stare at Kokichi forever, watching him smile and laugh as he picked seashells and walked along the shore, the waves lapping lightly at his ankles and the sea breeze making his hair dance.
Kokichi turned, a wide smile spreading across his lips.
âCome on, Shuu-chan!â he called out.
In that moment, time seemed to stop. Everything around Kokichi seemed to glow. Kokichiâs cheeks were an adorable shade of pink and his smile was so bright that it was almost blinding. Shuichi felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart nearly skipping a beat.
Heâs so...cute, he thought to himself.
His cheeks flushed red as Kokichi raced up to him.
âCome on, I saw some more down this way.â he said, grabbing for Shuichiâs wrist and pulling him along.
Shuichi let himself be pulled along as they walked further away from the resort. They passed by some palm trees as Kokichi spoke.
âSooooo, care to tell me what you were staring so intensely at?â he asked.
âHuh?â Shuichi replied dumbly.
Was I really staring at him that intensely? Oh gosh, I really hope he didnât realize that I was staring at him, he thought to himself.
âI asked what it was that you were staring at so intensely.â the waves lapped against their ankles. âWait, donât answer that just yet. I think I know what you were staring at.â Kokichi said.
He shot Shuichi a mischievous smirk over his shoulder.
âIt was me you were staring at, wasnât it?â he asked.
âGeh...!â Shuichi let out a surprised squawk.
He figured me out...!
âIâm right, arenât I?â Kokichi asked.
Shuichiâs mouth opened and closed for a few minutes before he was finally able to speak coherently.
âWhat?! No! I wasnât staring...I was just looking at something behind you...!â he exclaimed.
âHm? Really?â Kokichi came to an abrupt stop, looking around at their surroundings. âBecause there is literally nothing on this beach besides myself that looks drop dead sexy.â he stated.
Shuichiâs cheeks turned even redder as Kokichi continued.
âYou should know by now, my beloved,â he proceeded to pull him in the direction of a palm tree, âthat Iâm not quite fond of liars.â he stated as he pinned Shuichi against the tree.
âIâm...aware of that.â Shuichi replied, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
He swallowed as Kokichi stared at him, his eyes shining with something that he couldnât quite put a name to.
âThen, tell me.â Kokichiâs fingers danced along the hem of Shuichiâs swim trunks. âWere you staring at me?â he asked, his voice dipping into a low whisper.
The blush proceeded to spread to Shuichiâs ears as he bit down on his bottom lip.
â...So what if I was?â he lowered his gaze to the ground. âYou just look so freaking cute that I canât help myself...â he mumbled.
An awkward silence fell over them, the only sound being the waves crashing onto the shore and some seagulls flying overhead. Then, Kokichi broke the silence as his hands moved up to cup Shuichiâs cheeks.
âSometimes you say things that make my heart race like mad.â he said as their lips mashed together in a kiss.
Shuichiâs eyes widened in shock. Kokichiâs lips were warm and tasted of grape soda as their lips melded together.
Wait...heâs kissing me? Oh my god, why did he kiss me all of a sudden, he asked himself.
Kokichi slowly pulled away after a few minutes, pressing their foreheads together. Their breaths mingled with one another as he stared up at Shuichi.
âIâm glad we get to be alone. We wouldnât be able to do things like kissing if we were among the others.â he whispered.
Shuichiâs heart raced as he stared at Kokichi, taking in the way his eyes sparkled, his cheeks flushed a rosy red, and his lips shining with saliva. All of it made something within Shuichi snap.
Before he realized what he was doing, he turned them around so that Kokichi was trapped against the tree. Cupping his cheeks, Shuichi pulled him back in for another kiss. Kokichi grunted against Shuichiâs lips as he kissed back just as fierce.
The world seemed to dissolve around them as they lost themselves in each other. Kokichi hooked his fingers on the hem of Shuichiâs swim trunks, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together as Kokichi tilted his head to deepen the kiss. A few more minutes passed before they broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
Shuichiâs tongue darted out to lick at his lips, the taste of grape soda lingering on them as Kokichi spoke in between pants.
âWhat, did I spark something in you just now?â he asked.
âAnd if you did?â Shuichi answered.
Kokichi smirked at that.
âI have that effect on people, especially on you, my beloved.â he slid one hand up to rest on the nape of Shuichiâs neck, pulling him back towards him. âKiss me again.â he commanded.
Shuichi complied as he closed the distance between them and he let himself get lost in Kokichi once again.