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cameronspecial · 9 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 7)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a frustrating argument with his dad, Rafe goes to seek comfort in Y/N’s arms. This leads to him finally asking for the moment he has been waiting for.

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Y/N wakes up the next morning in the Camerons’ guest bedroom. She has a slight headache from the alcohol she drank the night before. She thinks about what almost happened with Rafe and is glad he pulled away. Now, being sober, she remembers what she saw at Midsummer and finds herself upset again. They never had a chance to talk about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Sarah comes in with a glass of water and Tylenol. Sarah being 14 meant that Rafe forces her to stay at a friend’s house whenever he throws a party. “Rafe told me to bring this up to you,” Sarah tells her as she hands over the things. Y/N takes the medicine, “Thanks.” “No problem. The boys are making breakfast downstairs,” Sarah informs as she walks towards the door. “And Y/N, I’m sorry about Wilson.”

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Y/N finally makes her way downstairs and greets everyone at breakfast. Everyone eats with pleasant conversation. Sarah needed to get to the Trembley’s house to babysit the kids, so Mason offered to drive her, which left Y/N and Rafe alone to do the dishes. “So what does last night mean for us?” Rafe asks, handing over a wet plate for her to dry. Y/N takes the plate and starts to dry it, “Rafe, I appreciate you waiting to kiss me, but I saw you with Elizabeth at Midsummer and I know you know how I feel about her. I know that the unconscious part of you chose her because it would hurt me. So I can’t be with you right now. I need some time.” “Okay, I get that. I’m sorry that it hurt you, I wasn’t trying to. I want to be honest and tell you we did end up kissing last night too. But we only ever made out, it never went further than that,” Rafe confesses. This eases Y/N’s mind a little, but she still needs time to figure things out, “I understand, thanks for telling me. Since we are done, I think I’m just gonna go to the beach for a bit.” She places the dish towel back onto the oven railing and heads to the guest bedroom to get her stuff.

She gets her stuff, heading back downstairs to say bye. “Can I borrow Sarah’s bike to go home? If she needs it any time soon, she can just text me and I’ll bring it over to her,” Y/N asks. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her from the sink, “Actually, hers is being tuned up at the store, so you can borrow mine. I’ll pick it up next time I come over. It should be around back near the pool.” Y/N nods her head. “Cool, thanks. See you later.”

———

Y/N got home safely and is now relaxing on the beach. She always tries to spend as much time here as she can during the summer because she feels at peace surrounded by water. She is relaxing on a water inflatable when Lacet finally makes her way to Y/N. “Look who is finally awake. It’s like three in the afternoon,” Y/N teases, shielding her eyes from the sun. Lacey groans, taking a sip from her coffee, “Shh, I still have a headache from last night. I never want to drink again.”

Y/N laughs at her friend’s misery, “I’ve heard that before. At least it sounded like you had fun last night.”

“You and I both know I like to pretend. This is totally tmi, but important to the story. I was on the toilet this morning because we both know that being hungover gives me the shits. But like I was looking at these recipes for different ways to make wellingtons and it got me thinking that we should have another girls’ dinner. Maybe tonight?”

“Oooh, I love that idea. I could go over some of my writing with you. I was able to write another chapter.”

“I cannot wait. I can make some mocktails for us. Because mama cannot do another hangover tonight. I’m gonna make a beef Wellington and a mushroom one.”

“Lol, I like the sound of that.”

“So, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling about Wilson?”

“I’m feeling better since last night. I mean I’m more hung up on the fact that he used me. Looking back on our relationship. I wasn’t really into him that much anyways. I think in a way, I was using him too.”

“Really? How so?”

“At first, I definitely do think that I liked him. But as I started to get to know him, I realized we weren’t good for each other and I should’ve ended it then. And yet, when I started to realize that maybe I didn’t hate Rafe, I pushed myself to be with Wilson because I didn’t want to admit it. We dated for a month, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I definitely don’t think that what I did was as bad as what he did because I did genuinely want to explore what we could be, but I wasn’t exactly perfect in the relationship either.”

“You are right. Using Wilson to ignore your feelings about Rafe wasn’t great. But at least, you recognize that. I bet you Wilson doesn’t even think he did anything wrong.”

“True. I just want to get past the whole thing though. And before you try to shift the conversation to Rafe. I’m really not ready to talk about where we are out right now. Maybe tonight after I’ve eaten some delicious wellingtons and mocktails.”

Lacey nods, knowing her friend just needs some time to process what she is feeling. The two girls spend most of their time in the water for the rest of the day. Only making their way to Lacey’s house when the sun started setting.

———

The next day, Y/N is picking up some groceries for her mom. She rounds the corner of the aisle and accidentally hits someone else’s cart. “I’m so sorry,” she begins until she sees who she hit. “Oh, Elizabeth. How are you?” Y/N tries to be polite with the other girl. They may be rivals, but they are mostly civil with each other. “I’m pretty good. I’m sorry to hear about the break up though. What Wilson did was totally a jackass move,” Elizabeth replies sincerely. “Thanks. How are things going with you and Rafe? I saw you guys at Midsummer and he told me about you guys during the party,” she says, hoping to see if Rafe and Elizabeth’s stories match up. Elizabeth’s face turns into a slight frown, “Nothing really happened. We just made out both times. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he was just using me to distract himself from you.”

This causes surprise to cross over Y/N’s face. “Why do you think that?” she inquires with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Well, at Midsummer, I stopped making out with him because he groaned your name when I played with his hair. Then at his party, we were making out, when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. With the way he shut down the party after the call and from the rumours I heard, I’m pretty sure he dropped everything to go pick you up. Anyways I gotta go. Bye.” Y/N calls out a goodbye as Elizabeth walks away.

Rafe told her the truth after all. What is more interesting to the girl is that Rafe seems to have done the same thing she has done. She finishes up her shopping and heads back home.

———

A week has passed since Y/N’s break up, which means that school is also bound to start up again in about two weeks. Rafe is sitting in the living room, watching some random show he isn’t really paying attention to. His focus is diverted to his dad as Ward walks into the room with a huff. “Tell me why I just got a call from Mr. Porter saying that if you don’t give his son a public apologize, then he will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against you for assault,” Ward gripes to his son. Rafe honestly thought nothing more would come from the punch because it had been a week since it happened. “He was an ass to Y/N. I had to make sure he knew what happens when he messes with her.” Ward runs his hand down his face, “God, I knew that girl would get you in trouble. I want you to give that public apology tomorrow morning. You are going to do exactly what Mr. Porter says because if you don’t, then I’m not gonna clean up your mess this time. Is this understood?” Rafe agrees with the statement. He knows Y/N would prefer he takes the peaceful way out of this situation.

He thinks the conversation is over, but his dad doesn’t get up from his seat on the couch. “I also want to know why I was sent a parent approval form from Marvin to sign, so you could start an internship with him,” Ward interrogates, his voice beginning to rise. Right, Rafe had forgotten to talk to his father about this before the paperwork was sent. “Well, Marvin and I were talking a few weeks ago about his law firm. He said he needed some extra help with some organizational stuff, so I offered to help,” Rafe begins to explain. “You wanted me to figure out how to do swim team, university work and an internship at Cameron’s Development, so I thought this would be a good trial run for university and Marvin thought the same. He said if I have any trouble with handling the internship and everything else, then it would be fine if I quit. Pre-law students are always looking to intern with him.”

Ward shakes his head in disapproval, “If you wanted to intern somewhere, you should’ve just come with me. I don’t understand why you would work at a law firm. It has nothing to do with development.” “I know you have this life plan for me, but I wanted to do something for myself once. I may have been given help from Marvin to get the job. But it’s something new though and I asked for myself. I want to be able to experience other things in life other than just the development company,” Rafe clarifies to his dad. “Whatever, I’ll sign the stupid paper, but I don’t understand why the fuck you would make that choice. Why can’t you just do as you are told?” Ward complains to his son, storming off toward his office. Rafe expected a screaming match to happen between the two of them, but this felt worse somehow.

Rafe keeps trying to do what his dad wants, but even when he thinks he has it figured out, he still disappoints his dad. Instead of feeling the normal anger that would normally radiate off of him after an argument with his dad, he feels this sadness that washes over him. His mom would always push him outside of his comfort zone and it was part of the reason why he offered to help Marvin. He thought his dad would understand that and be proud of him. But like always, Ward just wants to be able to control every aspect of Rafe’s life. Ward has this life plan for Rafe that he isn’t allowed to deviate from. Rafe knows Sarah doesn’t have to listen to what her dad plans for her life. He doesn’t understand why his dad puts all this pressure on him. Rafe feels like utter crap after that conversation and there is only one person, who he knows can make him feel better. She can be found in the Y/L/N residence.

———

Y/N sits outside in the gazebo, reading her book in the hanging basket. She lifts her eyes from the page when she hears a knock from the screened door. “Hey, Y/L/N. Care for some company?” Rafe interrupts as he slowly opens the door. She could see his watery eyes, looking like he is going to burst at any second, “Of course, what’s wrong?” She immediately wraps her arms around the boy and buries his head into her neck whilst leading him to sit on the loveseat. “Why does my dad insist on controlling my life? Why can’t I just do things for myself without him questioning everything?” Rafe cries, feeling safe to now let himself be vulnerable with the girl.

Y/N knows this is always a source of upset for him. Rafe’s relationship with Ward will never be anything like Mason and Marvin’s. “I don’t know why your dad is the way that he is. But I do know that you are not at fault for how he treats you. He has issues that he doesn’t realize he needs to fix and that is not on you,” she tries to comfort.

“I know. It’s just last time we were fighting about how I didn’t want to join the uni swim team because I wanted to focus on school and my internship. And he absolutely blew up about that. Now, I want to do a trial run to see if I can find a balance between school, work and swim team and my dad isn’t proud that I’m trying. It’s like one step forward and twenty back. I don’t know how much longer of this I can take.”

It pains Y/N to hear how much pain is in Rafe’s voice as he explains it to her, “Why didn’t you tell me things were getting this bad?”

“Last time it got this bad, you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here now.”

“I know, thank you. You are the one person that could’ve made me feel better right now, honestly.”

“I’m glad I can return the favour.”

Rafe smiles, knowing she is referring to how he took care of her after Wilson broke her heart, “Right, how are we feeling after that?”

The look in Rafe’s eyes tells Y/N that he is really asking how she feels about him, “I’m actually feeling great considering we only broke up a week ago. I think my heart was always set on someone else.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that someone is ready for more. If you are ready too, of course.”

“Really? Would he maybe want a kiss? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his vulnerability,” she jokes as she strokes his hair.

“He absolutely wants a kiss.”

Rafe removes his head from where it is buried in her neck and pulls Y/N into a kiss. His lips passionately move against hers and after a few seconds, his tongue makes its way into her mouth. She feels butterflies in her stomach and she hears him groan as she gently tugs his hair. Rafe removes himself from her lips and starts attacking her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches her soft spot just under her ear, which causes him to grin and start to suck on the spot. Eventually, the two pull away from each other because of Rafe. He places his forehead on hers and looks into her eyes. They both have a soft grin on their lips. “Would you want to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow?” he whispers to her. They may have just been kissing, but he still is fearful that she will say no. She gives Rafe a quick kiss before answering, “Of course. I would love to.”

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The next morning, Rafe gets up earlier than usual to make his public apology to Wilson. It wasn’t very public seeing as he was just instructed to go to Wilson’s and the only people there are Wilson, his parents and all of his dinner guests from that night. However, the Porters still had to make a ridiculously big deal about this and have Rafe make his apology on a makeshift stage and podium. “I am sorry for assaulting you, Wilson. I was wrong for doing so. You are an amazing person and the fact that my dirty and violent hands touched you never should have happened,” Rafe reads off of the cards that one of Porter’s employees is holding up for him. The group claps and Rafe zones out as everyone bustles about around him.

Once he is allowed to leave, Rafe makes a mad dash to The Wreck to meet with Lacey to ask her for help with his and Y/N’s date tomorrow. “I hope you know that you are paying for whatever I order. And I plan to order a lot,” Lacey notifies him, not even looking up from the menu as he sits across from her. Rafe laughs at her antics, “I don’t expect anything less. But I need your help with something for Y/N and mine’s date tomorrow, please.” “And what exactly does that help entail?” Lacey replies; this time actually diverting her attention to the boy. “I just need you to cook some things for me. I’ll make you a list of the foods and then you can give me the bill after you get the stuff you need,” he answers. “Okay, I can do that. Especially if it’s for Y/N. Now, let’s order and then we can talk about this more. Mama is hungry.”

———

Rafe picks Y/N up at ten in the morning. He told her he had a whole day planned out for them and he knew she is an early bird anyway. He is wearing gray flannel on top of a gray T-shirt with some jeans. When Y/N opens the door, Rafe just pauses and admires her beauty. Her purple sweetheart neck raglan sleeve sweater shows her collarbones, which have a golden heart-shaped necklace resting between them. Her black pleated skirt rest just above her knees and this causes his eyes to follow down her legs to her white embroidered high-top converse. He knows she embroidered the flowers onto them herself. Her fingers are littered with rings and her double ear piercing both have hoops in them. Her hair twisted back behind her head with a claw clip. Rafe notices she is wearing some light makeup; god, he wants to smudge that pinkish-red lipstick.

Y/N smiles softly at him and gives a tiny wave, “Hey, are you okay?” Rafe snaps out of his trance. “Yeah, just soaking in how happy I am to finally be taking you out on a date. Are you ready to go?” he admits whilst holding his hand out to her. She nods her head and takes his hand as she places her brown purse across her body. They get into his car and he drives off to their first destination.

———

The massive grin on Y/N’s face, when she sees the sign for Outer Banks’ biggest independent bookstore, tells Rafe that he is on the right track for their date and this causes his heart to swell with pride. He holds open the door and she practically runs into the shop. They randomly walk around for a little bit to start. The conversation only begins after Y/N sees the Percy Jackson books. “Rafe, these are my absolutely favourite books. I owe my love of reading to Rick Riordan,” Y/N gushes to him. Rafe loves how passionate she is about the books and how she is not afraid to show it, “Really? How so?”

Y/N's heart leaps at the genuine interest that Rafe is showing, “When I was a kid, I had a hard time learning to read. So I hated doing it. My parents tried getting me to read so many different books. I never really felt seen with any of them. But with Percy, I felt a connection with his character because of his dyslexia. His sarcasm and jokes made him relatable to me and I fell in love with reading because of it.”

“I never knew that you could connect to a character on that level. The last book I remember reading is the Harry Potter series and I don’t think I really felt that way about any of the characters.”

“Yeah, it feels kinda magical when you can. It really helps you immerse yourself in the story. I’m actually thinking about starting a YA book club. Maybe, you can join and you’ll find your connection.”

“I would love to join. You really have interesting perspectives on books and I would love to learn more. Plus, I think it would be fun to have reading dates together.”

Y/N is surprised that Rafe actually likes her idea. The excitement she feels about being able to show him some of her favourite books grows. The rest of the time at the bookstore is spent with Rafe holding Y/N’s stack of books she wants to buy, listening to her point out the books she has read or wants to read. He finds it adorable and it reminds him of a little kid on a scavenger hunt. It takes a lot of convincing from Rafe to get Y/N to let him pay for all of her books. He asks her to take the books out to the car, saying he thinks he forgot something in the store. He quickly locates the Percy Jackson series and runs it up to the cash register to pay. Rafe knows he could probably borrow the books from Y/N, but he wants it to be a surprise that he is going to read them.

———

The next destination for their date is Rafe’s kitchen, where Y/N finds all the ingredients she needs to make chocolate chip cookies on the island. “I thought we could make cookies for dessert for dinner,” Rafe announces to her. Y/N looks at him with delight, “Okay, but only if you let me take the lead.” “I will always let you take the lead,” Rafe confesses with adoration in his eyes. This causes Y/N’s cheeks to heat up.

Y/N’s back is facing Rafe; she is concentrating on mixing the ingredients, so she doesn’t notice Rafe scooping some chocolate chips into his mouth from the bag. She turns around to ask him something when she sees his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk and giggles. “Are you eating some chocolate?” she laughs as he nods his head with a guilty look on his face. “You really are just like a child. Come here, please. I need you to help me place the balls on the pan. You roll the balls and I’ll place them.” Rafe listens to her order and scoops some of the dough into his hand and forms just about the smallest ball she has ever seen. This causes some more giggles to fall past her lips. “Those are too small and it looks more like a cube than a sphere. Here, let me help you,” she instructs, wrapping her arms around his to help guide him with making the next ball. She directs his hands to the ball and helps him take some cookie dough into his hands. She places her hands over his as she helps him make the motion to make the balls.

Y/N is not going to lie; she gets a little distracted by Rafe, who smells like the salty sea air and a hint of chlorine. She pauses for a second and this causes Rafe to look down at her to see if she is okay. He smiles when he notices she is admiring his smell. She snaps out of the daydream and continues to help him form a golf ball-sized dough ball. Now, knowing how to make the balls, Rafe continues on his own. Y/N places the pan in the oven when all the balls are formed and they go to watch Clueless as the cookies bake.

———

Dinner is served picnic style on the beach, watching the sunset. Battery-powered lanterns litter the sand around the picnic mat to create light. It illuminates the spread of sushi, pasta, cheeseburger sliders and mini tacos; all of Y/N’s favourite foods and all cooked by Lacey. The couple gorges themselves on the buffet before they cuddle together on the beach, sharing the cookies they made together. “When did you think you started to fall for me?” Y/N ponders, taking a bite from the cookie and then handing it over to Rafe.

“You are going to call me a liar. But I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since we were five. I remember thinking: ‘She is totally wrong about who won the race, but I love how she isn’t afraid to fight back in her own way.’ Also, I found it funny how long you could hold a grudge. How about you?”

“That is totally a lie and such a cliche. For me, it is probably when you took me to McDonald’s after my first date with Wilson. You knew what I needed and what I liked without me having to tell you. I really appreciated that. You also did a bunch of things that Wilson didn’t even do for me on our date and I kept thinking about that.”

“No, it can’t have been then. It was so recent.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. It’s when I knew for sure though that I had feelings for you. Maybe I started unconsciously falling for you way before then.”

“Good. Because I want the book of you and me to be a really long one. So your chapters have to start before that.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

“You’re cold. My swim team sweater is in the basket for you.”

“How did you know I’m cold?”

“Caring for you is my sixth sense now.”

Y/N untangles herself from his arms and goes over to the basket to put on his hoodie. He loves to see her wearing his number and last name on his back. One day, it’s going to be hers too. She goes back into his arms to cuddle for a little bit. After a while, he notices she is growing tired and they pack up to go back to her house.

———

Rafe is parked outside of her house, waiting for her to get out of the car. She doesn’t move, but instead turns towards him, “Can you sleep over? I don’t really want this date to end.” He tiredly smiles at her and turns the car off. They get into her room and go around getting ready for bed in sync. The scene felt perfectly domestic as they brushed their teeth together. He gets into the bed first and lets his arms wrap around her when she lies beside him. She rests her head on his chest and her eyes flutter closed, “Goodnight, Rafe.” “Goodnight, my rose,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.

———

Marvin and Cassie Y/L/N find their daughter in bed the next morning in the arms of Rafe Cameron. They are not surprised by the sight and are glad the two have finally gotten together. “You owe me a book,” Cassie mumbles as she closes Y/N’s bedroom door and they walk downstairs. Marvin lightly grumbles, “They really couldn’t have waited a year. I thought they would finally realize it in university.”

“Not them. They were meant to be.”

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The sun beamed down on the pool, shimmering on the icy water that rippled around some of the Task Force 141 members. It had been years since they’d gotten a break and they rightfully received a week off. Every moment they got was being taken advantage of. Massages, barbeques, drinks, the beach.

Ghost was manning the grill, sunglasses and a beer in hand. Price, Valeria, and Farah sat near him under the umbrella, talking about how nice it was to finally relax. Alejandro was making Michelada and Palomas for everyone at the shaded bar.

König, Keegan, Soap, Gaz, and Y/N were in the pool. Floating on inflatables, leaning against the cement edge, plotting to flip anyone on inflatables right off. Especially Keegan P Russ and John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. Having a vacation really brought out their childlike wonder and abilities to prank everyone.

Y/N was on one of the inflatables, sunglasses on and eyes closed. The soft whispers between Keegan and Soap certainly piqued her interest. Anyone could easily tell you they were up to no good. Especially when the water rippled quickly and sounds of giggling could be heard. Y/N was about to sit up to see when–

“Motherfuc–” Y/N shrieked before being dumped under water, ankles being dragged by a pair of hands.

Loud laughter ensued as Y/N came up, slapping at Keegan’s shoulders, “Fucker! You’re so dead, Russ!”

“Catch me first, L/N!” Keegan pushed off the edge and quickly pulled himself out of the water, escaping her wrath for the moment. She removed her glasses to push her hair out of her face. For being such a hot day, the water was freezing.

“Lookin’ a lil’ red there, L/N,” Soap’s voice echoed a grin.

“Fuck off, MacTavish,” she hissed, lifting herself out of the water.

Just then, Alejandro came out with a large tray of drinks, grinning. His grin turned into his lips pursing into a whistle when he saw Y/N’s soaked figure and Keegan standing very far away from her with a devious grin.

“The hell happened here?” Alejandro set the drinks on one of the foldout tables.

“Johnny-boy and Russ thought they could get away with ruining my vacation,” Y/N huffed, walking over to grab a drink. A much needed drink.

Alejandro clicked his tongue, grabbing a Michelada, “Dead meat, eh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Y/N clinked her glass with his before taking a sip.

“Food’s ready!” Ghost called out, rounding up the crew as he moved the final batch of burgers and grilled chicken to the table.

“Starvin’!” Soap hopped out of the pool, shaking his wet hair at Y/N who instinctively shoved him right back into the pool.

Keegan warily stepped around, avoiding her by several feet. He did not want to get thrown into the pool too. Soap pulled himself out once again, choking on water and shaking off like a dog. Y/N grinned and rolled her eyes, throwing a hand up.

“White flag, boys,” Y/N glanced over at Keegan, noticing the visible tension leaving his body.

“After y’got y’r revenge,” Soap rolled his eyes, amusement singing his voice.

Everyone gathered and made their plates, clinking the drinks in celebration for another safe gathering. The group drank until the stars lit up the sky and the automatic lights turned on under the patio and in the pool.

One by one, everyone grew tired and began to retire. Yet, Y/N was relaxing in the hot tub. Her eyes peeled open with a lazy smile as the water shifted against her.

“Shouldn’t you be running away from me, Keegan?” Her head rolled against the edge to look at him.

“No,” Keegan grinned, nudging her side gently. “I like you too much, kid.”

“Kid?” Y/N gasped softly.

“Yeah, kid,” he leaned against the hot tub’s rim, the water soothing his muscles.

“Okay, grandpa!” She grinned widely.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?!” Keegan sat up and scoffed. “You’re in for it now!”

Y/N squealed, trying to shove him away as he dragged her and dunked her carefully into the hot water. Keegan pulled her back up, holding the back of her neck.

“Learned your lesson?”

She loved looking at those pearly-whites he always seemed to flash at her.

“Nope, grandpa!”

Keegan dunked her in once more, holding her for a few seconds.

“How about now?”

Y/N spit a stream of water into his face.

“Am I?”

Her giggle was cut short as he dunked her again, wiping his face with one hand.

“Listen, kid, you’re making this harder for yourself!”

He covered her mouth just in case she decided to shower him again. Muffled laughter escaped her.

“F-fine! I surrender!”

Keegan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Once she got a good look at him, she could see the alcohol was still hazy on his mind. Her smile faltered slightly.

“Still drunk, Russ?” Y/N tilted her head.

“Barely, baby,” he hummed softly.

“Baby, huh?” She shook her head, “Definitely drunk.”

“You can’t just accept my advances, can you?” He groaned.

“Nope,” her lips accentuated the ‘pop’ at the end. “Not when the only time you ‘advance’ is when you’re drunk.”

“Drunk man’s words, sober man’s thoughts, L/N,” he murmured, watching her closely.

The silence overtook them. A million thoughts per second ran through her mind as she stared at him. His only thought was how much he adored her. Every little detail on her face, the expressions she made. He could tell she was overthinking his words just by the way her brows furrowed and her lip twitched.

“Just one chance,” Keegan’s voice cracked. “That's all I’m asking for.”

“One.” Y/N huffed, wondering if she was making the right decision. “You get one chance.”

#keegan p russ x reader #call of duty x reader #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan

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Surf & Turf Wars (x reader)

(A/N: In this story 'the end' didn't happen, hence tord being here. also this is just a silly story i wrote based on one of the eddisodes as you can see!! since i can't find a lot of eddsworld + reader </3. might make a pt2)

(f/d): favorite drink

It was the middle of summer, and the house felt like it was on fire.

You were sitting (slouching) on the right side of the sofa, with Tord and the rest sitting at your left as they, absentmindedly, watched television.

It really didn’t help that the couch wasn’t that big. It made everyone even more sweaty as you all were hunched together. You grimaced at this, starting to wave more the hand fan you had, to try and give yourself some air.

The five of you were sweating a lot. Sighing, your gaze averted to the right, eyes landing on the grey cat who occupied all the fan to herself. Purring as she rolled on her belly.

‘’Good for you, girl… Good for you.’’, you mumble with a frown, your wrist feeling numb from all the fanning.

‘’Ugh, it’s so hot.‘’ Tom complains, wiping some sweat out of his face.

Tord groans, nodding slightly. For once, he seemed to agree with Tom on that one.

‘’You’re so hot.’’ Edd spats out, his eyes then opening wide, realizing what he’s said. ‘’Oh. Wait, no. You… suck?.’’ He mumbles, more sweat coming out of his forehead from how hot the house and everything was. ‘’Wait, what did ya say?’’ He eyes Tom, as he quirks a brow.

‘’I don’t remember! It's too hot.’’ He says again, melting more on the sofa.

‘’You’re too hot’’. Edd smiles proudly at the ‘new comeback’ he made, looking back at the TV.

The interaction made you smile. Amused, you glance at Tord, whispering.

‘’Does that count as flirting?’’ You chuckle, finding the situation funny.

‘’Mmh? What'd you say?’’ Tord blinks, getting out of his daze as he registers your words. ‘’Does what count as flirting?’’. You shake your head, muttering a never mind as you look at the Cola commercial that was presented, becoming quickly distracted to even notice Tord stealing your hand fan, a tiny smile of mischief on his face as he starts fanning himself. Relaxing more onto the furniture.

You then hear the window opening, and lean forward to see Matt sighing pleased, ‘’Ah, much better!’’ He says as a breeze passes past him, his hair catching on fire. You shrug as he seems to not notice, your attention going back to the commercial

‘’Are you so hot you’re melting into your sofa? Then you need the ice-cold drink in your mouth! Survive the heat with Cola. Cool Cola.’’ Edd perks up, lifting himself up from the sofa and smiling.

‘’Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?’’ He asks all of you, excitement obvious on his tone. You hum, thinking of drinking a nice, iced beverage.

The guys, however, seemed to think all of different stuff.

‘’I hope so.’’ Tom then says, smiling.

‘’Let’s go to the beach!’’ ‘’Coconut bra!’’

‘’Iced (f/d)!’’

You snort, a bit confused as how Matt seemed to get his hands on a coconut bra, while Tord stared at it.

‘’Finally! That five-hour drive was worth it.’’ You say, stretching yourself as you all get out of the car. ‘’Definitely.’’ Tom mumbles, looking at you up and down, mesmerized by the outfit you chose to wear to the beach. When you look up at him, his eyes widen and he quickly looks away, coughing and putting a fist near his face to hide his blush.

‘’Sun on a beach!’’ Edd throws out a pun, his mouth agape. ‘’It’s… beautiful’’ He takes his sunglasses off to look around the beach, a cute smile tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as he feels the cool air on his face.

‘’How are you holding up, Matt?’’ Tord turns around to search for the mentioned. Now that you were all sitting on the inflatable sofa with your towels placed, only he was missing.

‘’Oh, don’t mind me! Just taking precautions.’’ He says, as he grabs a huge, family-sized bottle of sunscreen, bathing himself on it. The guys stare in disgust at how all the sun screen covers him, meanwhile you stare in disbelief as he wastes all the sunscreen you bought for everyone on himself. The sunscreen quickly vanishes, his skin absorbing it.

‘’Matt, dear. That- was supposed to last for all year.‘’ You say, body trembling slightly. But the ginger doesn’t seem to hear you, as he puts an umbrella hat on, walking as he knocks people over with the hat. ‘’All that sunscreen, my money, gone just like that huh.’’ You sit back on the inflatable couch, looking down with wide eyes as you stare at your sandals.

Tord pats your hair, shrugging. ‘’Meh, it’s not like the rest of us need or even use the sunscreen.’’

You roll your eyes at this. That was exactly the problem. The last time you all went to the beach, Edd and Tom kept whining to you like little kids all next week ‘cuz of their burning skin. Tord tried to play it cool, but it was so obvious he was suffering too, you remember how his skin was peeling off the days after. Yikes. The only one who was fine was Matt, as he always uses sunscreen.

‘’Suuure.’’ You say sarcastically, but finally deciding to let them be as you put your sunglasses on and get into a comfortable position. ‘’Just don’t come whining to me when I’m right.’’ Tord holds back a smile, waving you off.

‘’Ah, don’t you just love the beach?’’ Matt says now sitting with the rest of you, a controller in his hands as he plays a video game base on the beach. (Ironic) He then blends a banana, throwing the peel away. Edd, who was beside him scoffs.

‘’Hey, don’t litter!’’ He reproaches Matt, his head turning back as he hears a man slipping on the banana skin. ‘’Ahhh yes, not a care in the world.’’ Matt relaxes as he continues playing, his gameplay not lasting long as it suddenly turns off.

You tilt your head. ‘’What happened?’’ You ask, seeing Matt throw the controller to the ground as he pouts. ‘’It turned off! How could this happen?!’’ He crosses his arms pouting, making you giggle at his dramatic reaction.

‘’There’s a lot of other things to enjoy!’’ Edd says, suddenly with a can of soda in hand. Tom nods, agreeing. ‘’For me, it’s the cool, refreshing sea breeze’’ He says as he moves his right hand in a breeze motion. You turn your head as you hear footsteps approaching, it was a worker with a refreshing beverage. ‘’Sir, your sea breeze’’. He says, giving the drink to Tom.

Tom then starts drinking the sea breeze, and you can’t help but stare at it, crearly thirsty. The taller one notices this, and stops drinking to offer it to you, leaning closer. ‘’Hey. Want some?’’ He offers it to you so casually, that you don’t notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

You smile a bit flustered, but nod nonetheless as you start drinking from one of the many straws the drink had.

Tord huffs, crossing his arms as he sees you two interact. Suddenly, an idea pops onto his head. Whistling, he looks away and waits for Tom to take a sip of the drink, to then slap his head from behind the couch, making him spill the drink.

‘’Ugh. Why, you…!’’ Tom quickly hands you what what’s left of the drink, to then pull Tord by his red t-shirt. You deadpan, ignoring the two of them fighting and Edd telling them to knock it off. As you take in the ‘Sea breeze’, you look to your right, noticing someone was missing.

‘’Hey, where did Matt go?’’ You ask to no one in particular, making the guys pause a second to process what you said. Some seconds in silence passing, to then go back to fighting as if nothing.

'Ah, why do I even bother'. You think, sipping on the iced drink.

‘’Hey, beach buds!’’ A man with glasses and a clipboard approaches your group, ‘’Surfing hard or hardly surfing! Am I right or am I right?

This makes the guys halt in their tracks, as they stare at him in silent.

‘’… Cool, cool. Are any of you signed for the fun-petition?’’ He asks with an annoying, but cheery tone. The norwegian quirks a brow ‘’Huh? That’s not a word.’’

‘’Well I never claimed-‘’ ‘’You suck’’

‘’He’s right, that’s not a word. You do suck!’’ Edd points out

The guy was about to respond, but was pushed to the ground by a taller dude. ‘’Out of the way!’’ The blonde dude says, lading on top of the poor guy and then laughing as he’s about to go away. Edd frowns, and approaches the guy.

‘’ You can’t walk over people like that, man. Not cool.’’ Your friend says, and you decide to ignore the fact that he was standing on top of the clipboard guy, who was still knocked out cold. ‘’So what. What’cha gonna do about it, huh?’’ He mocks Edd, his two other friends laughing with him.

‘’Us against you. The fun-petition.’’ ‘’The losers don’t get to come back to the beach.’’ Tord says with his arms crossed, pointing at the sign that confirmed it. He was now standing at Edd’s side, Tom doing the same.

‘’Deal. And we get your girl.’’ The dude says, making you spill the drink and cough. ‘’What?’’ You stand up, shocked. Edd quickly gets you behind him, staring dead in the eye at the dude. ‘’No.’’ The man scoffs, rolling his eyes ‘’Not her! Her.’’

‘’Coconut bra!’’ Tom exclaims, wearing a coconut bra.

‘’Oh.’’ ‘’Deal.’’

You’re not sure if be offended or glad at what just happened, ‘’What…’’

I still wonder where Matt went to though. Huh.

‘’Let’s start the fun-petition, then!’’

''Okay! Uhm.'' You look at the clipboard in your hands, unsure on how you ended up being the judge for this competition.

‘’So, the first event is the…sand eating contest.’’ You announce, trying to hide your confusion for this weird start. Shouldn't the event be something like who makes the best sandle castle instead?

Your thoughts go away as soon as you hear eating sounds and sand. Quickly looking up from the paper, you find Tom bending over as he grabs fistfuls of sand and stuffs them into his mouth.

You gasp, now even more worried about this. Checking the clipboard again, you realize the paper was stuck together. ‘’Dude, wait! The first event is the watermelon eating contest!’’ Tom spits out sand, looking at you with widened white eyes.

‘’The what?!’’He says, and you look over to a table, Tom doing the same. There were the watermelons, with Tord on one side as he smiled ‘innocently’ at Tom. Edd waving at him with an actual genuine smile.

‘’Sorry Tom, paper was stuck together- let’s start now.’’ you apologize, cheeks red from embarrassment.

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #edd #matt #tord #tom #x reader #ew x reader #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #eddsworld matt #eddsworld edd

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years

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Ride the Cyclone kids and swimming

(in no particular order)

(all platonic)

Who would win: a public pool or six choir kids

Constance’s mom packed everyone lunch from the cafe 🥰

Ocean has to wear a rash guard, or she WILL fry in the sun

(She still manages to get THE WORST sunburn though)

Penny’s got the CUTEST swimsuit

Mischa wears the Cool Guy sunglasses

Constance would wear one of those big ol broad-brimmed hats fight me

Probably got the Mom Tote Bag, too

She’s also CONSTANTLY reminding everyone to drink water so they don’t get dehydrated

In the water, Noel looks like a wet rat

It should be illegal for his hair to be that flat

“*Ocean voice* I Can’t Swim ™️”

“Girl you’re literally named after a body of water how can you not swim” “DIE”

She still gets in because she doesn’t want to be left out

But she refuses to wear a life jacket because that’s embarrassing

Penny is giving

Noel will dip his toes in the water and then be like “i swam today”

He likes to sunbathe on the beach chairs

Then Mischa comes by and dumps a bucket of water over his head

Or all the kids will gang up on him with water guns

They all make a group pool playlist

Bad idea

The result is this lyrical mess of all different genres of music

It’ll go from Thrift Store (Mischa’s pick) to to Mary On A Cross (Penny’s pick) to the piano version of Until I Found You (Constance’s pick) the fucking Masochism Tango (Noel’s pick) to Mary Did You Know (Ocean’s pick) to Cynthia’s theme from Pokémon (Ricky’s pick)?????

It’s wild

Mischa is the CEO of flipping the inflatables when someone is on them

Catch Ricky out acting like a sniper with a water gun

My man is constantly shooting people when they least expect it

He once accidentally shot Mischa directly in the eyes and started praying to God

Penny is frighteningly good at Marco Polo

Sis has a sixth sense or SOMETHING

Do you know how terrifying it is to be carefully wading through a pool, then this whole blonde whips around to you like you’re a mouse that has just been caught by a hungry owl, only to have said blonde lunging at you before you can able think to do anything to save yourself, despite her eyes being shut

Constance almost cried

Okay, so, Chicken Fights? Mischa and Penny are an unstoppable team

Those two are terrifying together

Hear me out: Mischa on Penny’s shoulders

Good Lord

Pray for whoever has to deal with THAT

On the other hand, Noel and Ocean? The worst team

Ocean almost got pushed off, and she panicked, so she lashed her legs around Noel’s neck so tight he started to choke

Noel is out here fighting for his fuckin life against his own partner because he’s being fucking strangled by a ginger’s thighs

Meanwhile, Ricky and Mischa are just there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Having Penny on the bottom is TERRIFYING

Ocean once got on her shoulders, and Penny just started GOING, fucking SWINGING like Ocean is her own personal ginger baseball bat, and Ocean is fucking SCREAMING in fear

And poor Ricky damn near got LAUNCHED from her shoulders when they were paired up

Mischa is scary, too

He plays to win

While on Mischa’s shoulders, Noel’s screams could be heard for miles

Noel and Constance are a pretty good team, but Constance is short, so if she goes too deep, she’ll literally just start drowning

Ricky and Noel aren’t that bad tbh

Nobody can get on Ocean’s shoulders

Ocean “built like a popsicle stick” O’Connell Rosenberg having the strength to hold up her classmates? Unlikely. She’d die on the spot

Ocean is usually on SOMEONE’S back if they’re in water deeper than five feet because sis can’t reach

Penny is perfectly happy with Ocean clinging onto her back because you can’t tell me homegirl [Penny] doesn’t love physical touch, and they’re honestly the cutest thing Ever

Like, Ocean will just have her chin resting on Penny’s shoulder, hanging on like a red koala, and Penny is like :}

It’s adorable

They all do that TikTok challenge where you have to try and jump in the water with a theme

If someone is standing close to the edge, Mischa WILL push them in

It’s, like, the law

I feel like Constance would be a BEAST at noodle fights

Sis is swinging hers like it’s the legendary sword Excalibur

The kids try to teach Ocean how to swim

Noel’s idea is to just shove her in

“Sink or swim, bitch”

Good technique for babies! Not so much for teenagers

#please ignore how low quality the duck floatie is i don’t know what happened #and these are just my POOL headcanons #i have Even More for a beach #anyway I LOVE THEM #THESE KIDS #THEYRE SO CUTE #ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #penny lamb #jane doe #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #noel gruber

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britt-kageryuu · 21 days

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It's mid day, and Leo is playing Kirby and the Forgotten Land. His model is in his favorite beachwear on the beach set with the inflatable chair/table. River is a bit distracted with a prop robot labeled 'Spam Bot', she's working on her form.

"We got invited to a wedding recently, and I still find it weird." Leo says while attempting to get to the mini boss for a Waddle Dee challenge. Chat was asking for the story, while some were shouting at Leo to go after challenges he already finished.

"Okay, so the weird part is that half of us are invited from the Brides side, and the half from the Grooms side!" Leo exclaims with some amusement, he sees requests for further explanation. "Red is in the same league as the Bride, and Mandarin is his guest, since Star Warrior is already in the wedding party! I was invited by the Groom, and Dee is my guest because why not?" He pauses to take a breath, and a drink, "And as for why I was invited by the Groom? I accidentally ended his winning streak, but it unintentionally led to his meeting his future wife!" He does jazz hands for a odd effect.

River pops up holding the head of the bot, "Your Swordsman was busy?"

Leo turns to stare at River with a flat look, "No, he's visiting family around the same time as the wedding." He turns back to the game, "Besides he isn't as big into Wrestling as his friend, and would only have me and my brothers as company for the whole thing."

River doesn't look fully convinced, but let it go, "When is the wedding anyway?"

"Let me check." His model mimics grabbing his phone, "Okay, it's in a couple months, apparently the Bride had big plans to get married on a specific day, and nothing is going to stop her." He puts his phone down, "They did at least give us a more loose dress code for the whole event, just the standard 'Only the Bride can wear White' and you need to cover the essentials."

Leo just barely gets passed a time trial because of a tricky multiple jump area. He lets out a sigh of relief.

"Are you guys going to wear those costumes from that one incident? From before Red entered the league?"

"No, while the Bride wouldn't mind people wearing their costumes, Mandarins costume was White, and the others don't look good enough for the event." He replies, "We don't actually have our outfits chosen yet, but we need to not outshine the Happy Couple, so Dee needs to rein in his fashionista self."

"What about everyone else? Are we invited?" River inquired.

"I have to ask the wedding party first, they might need to have a guest cap, so I'll get back to you on that."

"When are you going to Propose to your Swordsman, Uncle Blue?" River asks "innocently" to throw Leo off.

He freezes up be fore shouting, "We're barely even dating! We're nowhere near a good timing for one of us to propose!!" His model is blushing so bad you can't see the red stripes on his face. "Okay, we're dropping the subject!! And I will be telling your Dad about this young lady!"

"He wouldn't care, and probably mention a betting pool almost everyone is in on." River kinda sassed back. Leo starts throwing props at River, before just chasing her around the studio.

All while chat is sending multiple different messages ranging from just 'Cute Uncle and Niece bonding', spam emojis, people making bets on Leo's love life, and mods not sure what to do.

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Masterpost

Yes I kinda reference the cut Wedding episode, but I figured it just fit the with being vauge enough to drive some veiwers/audience members nuts.

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koolkat9 · 7 months

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Rare Pair Week 2023 - Day 1

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Prompt: Royal || Cottage

Rating: T

Pairing: CuCan

Word Count: 908

Read on AO3

Just You and Me

“You didn’t have to bring all those sweaters and pants,” Matthew tisked. More playful than judgmental, but still a bit nagging.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Like I trust you when it comes to judging the temperature.”

“Hey!” He nudged Carlos’s hip. “Believe me. In the summer it may not be super hot here, but it’s just the perfect temperature. Especially with the sun. And we’re supposed to have a sunny week ahead of us.”

“You forget I like my heat.”

“Okay, okay. But please tell me you brought some shorts. It can get hot sometimes.”

“Your weather is unreliable in many ways, of course I did.”

“We can at least agree on that,” Matthew chuckled, wrapping an arm around Carlos’s waist. He kissed his cheek before guiding Carlos out to the porch.

The sun glistened off the peaceful waters just down the hill. Across the way, trees sat atop jagged cliffs across the way, shutting out the outside world.

“It’s no golden sand beach but–”

“It’s beautiful,” Carlos murmured in awe.

A faint blush crept across Matthew’s cheeks. He looked off to the side awkwardly. “I…uh…Thank you…” He coughed awkwardly before continuing: “Let’s get our swimsuits on and head down to the lake to cool off.”

Carlos smirked, pulling Matthew closer by his belt loops, nose brushing Matthew’s. “You definitely look like you need to cool off.”

Matthew leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered against Carlos’s lips.

After a few minutes of making out, then a few more minutes to get their swimsuits and sunscreen on before making a run for the water. Matthew dived right into the water, splashing Carlos with his waves.

Carlos stepped back, shivering at the impact. “Pinga!”

“S-Sorry…” Matthew grinned sheepishly. “Come on, just stick your feet in. The shallow water should be warmer.”

Carlos grumbled slightly, but how could he say no when Matthew looked at him with those big eyes and soft smile? He waddled into the water. Matthew was right, it wasn’t so bad though as he ventured deeper, it got cooler so he didn’t go any farther than where the water reached his knees.

Matthew pouted slightly and came closer. Then, his eyes brightened. “Wait! I have an idea.” He clambered out of the water and over to the nearby shed. Spending a good fifteen minutes or so in there, Matthew emerged with an inflatable tube. “Here. Lounging in one of these is probably the best way to spend the day on the lake.”

“Okay…” Carlos agreed warily.

With Matthew holding the tube so it didn’t float away, Carlos took a seat in it. He shivered again as the water hit his butt, but after a few minutes, he got used to it, leaning back and enjoying the sun on his face.

They spent the rest of the afternoon like that. Carlos relaxed on the tube, and Matthew either guided him around the little bay that was near their cottage or lounged in the water as they chatted. At some point, Matthew had started fishing. Carlos assumed it was for dinner. It was peaceful. Domestic even.

As Carlos suspected, They had fish that night. Nothing beat freshly caught fish, especially with Matthew so expertly seasoning it and pairing it with the perfect sides.

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Matthew peeked out the window as they finished up dinner. “Perfect timing,” he whispered under his breath.

Carlos squinted. What was his lover planning now?

He was led back down to the lake, and Matthew pushed a canoe into the water.

“Up for a canoe ride before we turn in for the night?” Matthew asked. His eyes shone in the golden evening, almost like an excited child.

Matthew rarely asked for things, and it was even rarer to get that light of excitement ignited like that. And yet, Carlos was starting to see it more and more since they started dating. “Okay. But I never rode one of these things, so you’re going to be doing most of the work.”

Matthew grinned. “No problem. Hop in!”

Matthew took them down the river. Or was it just a thin lake? It didn’t really matter in the end. They arrived at a clearing where the water opened up into a wider body, giving a clear view of the setting sun.

Splotches of yellow, red, purple, and orange ran across the sky, framed by the shadowy figures of trees.

“Up here is one of the best places to watch the sunset,” Matthew mused, looking up at the sky. “The trees and water…I don’t know…enhance it I guess?”

“I get it. It’s very beautiful. And the trees add to the sky.”

They sat there in silence until the sun disappeared behind the trees. The crickets and cicadas set the background music for the peaceful scene. It was as if only the two of them and the sky existed. But it was over far too soon.

Matthew leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be too down babe, we can always come back tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll take you to the waterfall instead.”

Right. They had two weeks for all the sunsets and canoeing. Carlos smiled widely. “I’d like that.”

Unfortunately the next day it was rainy and cold. No lounging at the lake, no canoe ride, and no sunset. But cuddling up on the porch with Matthew, watching the rain fall was just as cozy. After all, they were together, Carlos couldn’t ask for more.

Translation:

Pinga = According to the website I found (https://www.baconismagic.ca/cuba/cuban-slang-cuban-spanish/) said direct translation it means dick but is often used similarly to fuck/shit. Feel free to correct me if there is a more accurate cuban term for fuck/shit since I don’t know how reliable the website is lol.

#hetalia #cucan #hws canada #hws cuba #rarepairweek2023 #rarepair week 2023 #hetalia-rarepairweek #fluff #cottage #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing

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billa-billa007 · 8 months

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theculturedmarxist · 11 months

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On Friday, the US Chamber of Commerce issued an open letter to President Joe Biden imploring him to appoint a “mediator” and force through a tentative agreement between the Pacific Maritime Association (PMA) and the over 22,000 dockworkers in the International Longshore and Warehouse Union (ILWU).

In the letter addressed to Biden and acting Secretary of Labor Julie Su, Suzanne P. Clark, the CEO and president of the Chamber, wrote that the group was “very concerned by the premeditated and disruptive service actions that are slowing operations at several major ports along the West Coast.”

Beginning last week, and continuing through this writing, dockworkers at several West Coast ports have refused to show up to work after it was revealed that the PMA was proposing an across-the-board $1.56 “raise” for dockworkers, well below the rate of inflation. The fury of rank-and-file workers across all three tiers, A, B, and casual, prompted the ILWU, worried that workers would take matters into their own hands, to unofficially authorize job actions that led to the near-shutdown of major ports and terminals.

Dockworkers have been laboring on 29 ports, from Washington to California, without a contract since last July, while the PMA and ILWU have been negotiating in secret for 13 months. These secret negotiations, Andy, a Los Angeles-area dockworker told the WSWS, have left him and his coworkers “frustrated...we don’t know what is going on. We have no say in anything, it is outrageous.”

Commenting on the long hours that dockworkers put in during the pandemic, and the “thanks” they have received so far from the PMA, Andy said, “Me and a lot of other people got over 2,000 hours. We didn’t step out of line, we did everything they asked. The PMA are talking about not giving us enough retroactive pay, that insulting $1.56 pay increase.”

On Friday, June 9, the PMA issued another statement confirming that while job actions had lessened at the Ports of Los Angeles, Long Beach and Oakland, the “Ports of Seattle and Tacoma continue to suffer significant slowdowns as a result of targeted ILWU actions.”

The PMA asserted that the ILWU was refusing to dispatch lashers, leaving ships idle and resulting in “a backup of incoming vessels.”

Terrified at the prospect that these limited actions could spiral into a “serious work stoppage at the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach” that “would be devastating to...businesses,” Chamber Commerce CEO Clark, on behalf of Wall Street, urged Biden “to appoint an independent mediator to help the parties reach a voluntary agreement.” Clarke wrote that this “step is necessary to avoid potentially billions of dollars in economic damage to the American economy.”

Raising the prospect of invoking the anti-union Taft-Hartley law against dockworkers, and possibly deploying soldiers in the case of a strike, Clarke added that Biden should “consider additional steps that may be necessary in the event of a widespread work stoppage.”

This is the third statement issued by a major big business lobby over the last week calling on Biden to intervene in the dockworker negotiations, on the side of capital. On Monday, representatives from the National Association of Manufacturers and the National Retail Federation also called on the White House to impose a contract on dockworkers.

While Biden himself has not directly commented, his actions last year show that the self-declared most “pro-union” president is more than willing to run roughshod over workers’ democratic rights in order to satiate Wall Street’s unquenchable hunger for profits. Furthermore, high-level officials, in his administration and outside of it, have made clear that the White House has been actively involved in the dockworker negotiations from the outset.

In an interview on CNBC on Thursday, Gene Seroka, the executive director at the Port of Los Angeles, confirmed that the same labor officials who blocked a railroad strike last year, and subsequently dictatorially forced through a rotten pro-company agreement rail workers had already rejected, were again intervening in the contract talks.

“Here’s what’s been happening,” Seroka said. “Acting Labor Secretary Julie Su has been working with both sides, individually and collectively, trying to keep these talks moving.” Su was the deputy labor secretary under Marty Walsh last year during the railroad betrayal.

“Julie and her staff have been working tirelessly, not putting out press releases or coming on TV. They are talking with both sides to keep this progress moving,” Seroka continued, adding, “From the secretary of labor’s seat, this continues to be a top priority.”

While he claimed not to know the exact details, Seroka confirmed that the major conflicts in the contract remain pay and “robotics.” Seroka noted that during the pandemic, “Dockworkers were out on the job six days a week.” The ILWU has confirmed that at least 43 members died of COVID-19, no doubt a significant undercount.

While dockworkers were risking infection and death to move cargo, the companies have pulled in record profits. Shipping giant Maersk, one of several companies represented by the PMA, posted $30.9 billion in profit in 2022. And while shipping rates have declined from their 2021 highs, last month Maesrk still reported a first-quarter profit just under $4 billion.

In interviews with WSWS reporters on Thursday, Los Angeles area dockworkers reflected on the precarious and dangerous character of their work, the hated tier system, which was negotiated in by former ILWU President Harry Bridges in the 1960 Mechanization and Modernization agreement, and the need for dockworkers to unite as a class against the major corporations.

A casual worker said that she has been “a casual for 19 years. I need four more years to make it to Class A. It’s been a long, long time, and we don’t have any rights. My brother is an A man, we were always taught in our family to get union jobs, but things are very tough these days. It’s stressful. I had an accident last month because I had a seizure, which was caused because I was so angry with my boss.”

Commenting on the anti-Asian sentiment that has been whipped up by both big business parties as part of the war drive against China, the dockworker said she was “against all this anti-Asian violence and hate. They are trying to blame Asian people for all the problems, trying to pit worker against worker. We are all facing the same problems.”

A longshoreman who has been a Class A man for 15 years noted that the ILWU along the West Coast had yet to conduct a strike authorization vote nearly a year after the contract expired. “The Canadian longshoremen are having strike authorization votes [Thursday] and Friday. That’s important because the PMA was trying to use the Canadian access from their ports to railways to Chicago and back East to reroute shipping since West Coast longshore have been carrying out job actions here.”

Commenting on the miserly $1.56 raise, a pay cut in real terms, given that inflation in California is over 7 percent, he said, “For us here, I wasn’t happy about that tiny raise the PMA is offering us.”

In a message to other dockworkers, Andy warned about the ongoing conspiracy between Biden, the ILWU and the PMA. “They are all just oligarchs. Biden is doing the same thing Trump would do. The same thing George Bush would do.”

“It really is an international struggle,” he added, “That’s why the internationalism is so important. I mean if me, and all the other dockworkers in the world, got together and decided we weren’t going to move cargo until our demands were met? That would be amazing.”

The fight to link up workers in a joint struggle against the major international carriers requires the development of rank-and-file committees, controlled by the workers and independent of the ILWU union bureaucracy.

Workers cannot let the initiative remain in the hands of the ruling class and its state! It is urgent that workers begin communicating among themselves and coordinating actions to counter the conspiracy between the companies and the Biden administration, assisted by the union apparatus.

#joe biden #class war #strike action

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midnight-talescape · 2 years

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Forbidden (Yandere Greninja x Reader)

Kinktober day 21: Underwater Sex

Fuck moral

Warning: pokephillia, kidnapping, Yandere, underwater sex, non-con, a tad bit ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ It was a beautiful day, you was dancing on the beach enjoying the salty sea breeze,

Greninja look at your dancing figure with a intensity in his eye.

You’re so beautiful, glowing like a ray of sunlight. Unlike him hiding in the shadow, undeserving of anything…

Just as he fell into a spiral of thought, a hand grabbing his arm snapped him out of his thought,

“Greninja, stop hiding in the shadow and come play with me!” you grabbed Greninja’s hand dragging him from the shadow into the light,

As your shadow guard he’s not suppose to be seen, but looking at your smiling face he want to stay. Just a little longer… and a little more…

He put his hand to his chest, what is this feeling?

He shouldn’t, this feeling for you is forbidden…

But he want something, he want you, he need you…

He walked into the ocean towards you. Appearing behind you suddenly, you ended up going under the surface, before coming up coughing,

“Greninja, you scared me!”

Looking at your smile, he tilted his head. A idea forming in his head, a way to keep you with him forever.

Without a word he grabbed your hand and dragged you deeper into the ocean.

Confuse, but trusting that Greninja won’t hurt you, you let him drag you along.

Oh how naive you were.

Just as you reached a part of the ocean you normally wouldn’t go to, he dragged you underwater.

You open your eye in shock as the air escape your lung.

Pulling your face to his, he kissed you giving you air as for you to not drown (ignore the anatomy),

Slowly controlling the water to tear away your clothing leaving you naked.

His webbed hand gripping onto your waist as he dragged you deeper into the ocean.

You tried to struggle, but couldn’t. You let out a little squeak when you felt something touching you lower abdomen.

Feeling his member hardening, Greninja slowly guide it toward your fold.

Unable to scream into the kiss as you felt it slide into you. Painful despite the water acting as lube.

Without hesitation he started to pound his large member into you. Small bubble being created as he fucked into you harsh and fast.

Letting go of your mouth he looked at the bulge forming in your belly and pushed down on it curiously.

The lack of air and the sensation overtook you as you cum underwater. Your cum floating upward in little strand.

Nuzzling your neck Greninja gave you a bit of air before starting to fuck you again.

Over and over he will fucked you. Every time you feel like you will die from the lack of air, he will save you. Just enough to keep you alive, but not enough for you to come down from the feeling of near death.

Cumming inside you, filling you up with his seed that inflated and stick together inside you as he swim away from your home, taking you with him.

He only stopped when he reached a underwater cave with plenty of air.

You gasped as you desperately breath the long awaited air. Before you was once again fucked into oblivion.

Once you woke up again, you tried to run but Greninja stopped you.

You cried and hit him as he used you, asking why did he do this,

Looking into your eye, you understood his meaning before your mind went blank with pleasure,

‘I am your shadow and we will always be together, forever and always…’

#kinktober 2022 #x reader #reader insert #reader smut #kinktober #no i don’t have problems #greninja x reader #pokémon x reader

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oxygenbefore1775 · 2 years

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AoT Warriors Teaching Their Kid How To Swim

baby fever is devouring my brain don't @ me

Annie

Annie wouldn't get into the water and would give instructions from her spot on the beach chair

out of all things, Annie'll probably teach her kid basic skills first — like how to hold their breath for a long time

and also how to float on the surface first instead of actually swimming

albeit a necessary skill, Annie doesn't want swimming lessons to be a burden for her kid — that's why she tries to spice up the activity with some fun and games

would probably drop some toys to the bottom of the pool for her kid to dive to and pick up

Bertholdt

the issue of swimming lessons comes up only after Bert's kid had a near-drowning experience

Bert's best go would be to place the kid in a swim ring and then in the pool so the child could "practice" "safely" without parental supervision while Bert is busy dealing with his chores (which he has many)

fortunately, leaving the kid alone for too long makes him uneasy soon enough so he gets back to the pool and starts to watch over them from the beach chair, work laptop still in his hands

his instructions would be too unhelpful so Bert doesn't voice them and hopes that the child would figure out everything on their own

at the end of the day, Bert decides to sign his kid up for swimming classes since his teching methods are too inadequate

Pieck

a very sly parent

would carry her kid over to the centre of the pool and then let go of them so they plop right into water

will be swimming close to the kid in case of emergency but always just out of the reach for them

so the child spends entire time trying to hold on to their mom and Pieck just evading them

her overly positive cheerings do not make it better for the kid

Porco

"throw them in a pool and they'll learn how to swim" type of parent and he's literal about it

doesn't use pool ladder or steps — they're too unfun so jumps right into the water with the kid following suit

wants the kid to have fun while learning how to swim

so their swiming session almost instantly turns into a playtime

ends up teaching zero useful skills — but at the end the kid will know how to do underwater handstand or somersault

Reiner

safety comes first for Reiner — it even outweighs the purpose of this swimming session

makes the kid wear swim vest and inflatable armbands at all times even when not swimming

if the kid gets too tired splashing around in the water, Reiner would either pick them up or let them hold onto him like spider monkey

scared that the kid will get hypothermia so every now and then gets them out of the pool to dry them and give them a hot beverage

as the result of such over-bearing approach, the kid ends up learning nothing

Zeke

pool is too tame to Zeke's liking

why go small — he brings the kid right to the sea

in his eyes, lessons hard to learn are sweet to know so it's only logical to start with the hardest level

doesn't leave his child to the elements though — Zeke's near in the waters

gives his kid incredibly unhelpful advises on how to keep themselves afloat

probably taunts them by saying there's a shark nearby, thinking that the fear will somwehow drastically improve his kid's swimming skills

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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Under the beach tent

This one is for March of the OCs and @gaviiadastra It is not much, just a rambling scene that wrote itself. It doesn’t go anywhere or do anything, but it is Gordon and Sam and some friends and brothers.

Kermadec AU, after Minerva and before Kermadec Whales, but with no whales or dolphins involved (though I was tempted :D ) Also, I should add a warning for romance with Scott/OC, but they are really only scenery...much commented on scenery.

I hope you enjoy.

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“So, do you think they’ve forgotten we’re here?” Gordon took a sip of his mocktail and stared out into the surf.

“Who?” Sam had his foot up on the edge of the blow-up pool. His other foot was dumped on the sand to his left, lest it catch the plastic and put an end to their spa.

Well, it wasn’t really a spa. More of a kids inflatable swimming pool half buried in sand and topped up with a mixture of sea and hot spring water, courtesy of Raoul’s highly active volcano.

Gordon shifted where he sat, a smile curving around the bamboo straw in his mouth. “Oh, Scotty and Mel.”

Sam snorted. “Forgotten, no. I think they just think we can’t see them.”

The surf was on the calmer end of Oneraki Beach’s wave action spectrum. A simple solid swell, built somewhere near Tracy Island or Tonga beyond, that was rolling in at a regular beat. It was perfect for surfing and along with the equally perfect weather, had made up a perfect day to drop in on some friends.

Even Johnny had come down, and after spending sometime showing off in the body surfing stakes, was now snoring in Thunderbird One’s shadow.

Earlier Gordon had slipped past him and gently placed a large sun hat on his face.

Because he could.

The knocked-together spa Sam and Gordon were currently lazing in was also in One’s shadow. Not the most orthodox use of one of the world’s premiere rescue vehicles, but it did make a great beach tent.

Secretly Gordon thought Two made an even better one, but he was saving that line until he needed it. Had to have two elder brothers in the same room to get that argument up and running.

He grinned to himself nonetheless.

“You know, I really think she’s fallen for your big bro.”

Gordon arched an eyebrow at his friend. “You think so?”

Sam turned to look at him. “Well, it’s been, what, six months?”

A calculation in his head. “I guess.” Come to think of it, he wasn’t aware of Scott straying anywhere else during that time. Hadn’t even picked up any new phone numbers. Even those thrown at him.

“He’s been very patient.” Sam slurped his drink, an orange and purple concoction that Gordon was determined to try next.

“What do you mean?”

“You know. She’s been alone this long for a reason.”

Gordon frowned. “What reason?”

“Her job. The isolation. Her obsession with these islands.”

“She can be challenging. I’ll give you that. Only person I ever saw Dad back down from.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That was a day.” He grinned. “Why do you think he sent me to liaise when we moved in and didn’t do it himself?”

“Weren’t you like fourteen or something when you moved out here?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Virg played escort.” He sucked on his straw. “Half the reason why she wanted to climb him like a tree.”

“Well, she’d climbing another one of your brothers right now.”

“I think I’m scarred for life.” He screwed up his face. Those two definitely thought they couldn’t be seen standing in waist deep surf and behind One’s fuselage. His brother was obviously distracted if he was making such a tactical error. Not that they were doing anything risqué, but they were definitely very involved with each other.

Gordon was happy for the both of them. They were both lonely and if they found something together, it couldn’t be anything but a good thing.

“How’s things with you and your ladyship?”

He glared at Sam. “Fine, thank you very much. And her name is Penelope.”

“Oh, it’s like that is it?”

“Yes, it is.”

Sam giggled.

“Shut up.”

“Why? It’s so entertaining to see you squirm.”

“Do I need to chat to Liam?”

“To what? Find out all our secrets?” He snorted. “Go for it.” Sam went back to his drink.

“God, no. I’m traumatised enough with those two out there.” He waved his hand in the general direction of his big brother and his scientist friend who were now attempting a mutual tonsillectomy.

“You should have invited her over. We would love to spend some time with her.”

“And what, tell her all my secrets?”

An arched eyebrow. “You have secrets?”

“What? I live on a secret island!”

“From which you launch rockets, on the Kermadec Ridge, one of the most seismically active and most monitored regions on the planet.”

“That’s exactly why we’re here! Camouflage!”

Sam grinned. “Calm down. I’m not after your secret stuff.” He twisted his lips. “Though you might want your genius engineer to double check that camouflage up against our latest sensors. I’m guessing it is Thunderbird Three that is messing with the readings.”

Gordon stared at him. “What?”

Sam took another sip of his drink. “Not worth panicking over. We only noticed it last week when the first of them were installed. Not one hundred percent sure, but worth checking. And before you think we’re into Tracy Island espionage, we just matched the readings up with the news reports. We think it’s Three, but I could be wrong.”

“Thanks.” It was a sobering thought.

“But today is a work free zone, so I’m changing the topic. Mel has probably reported it to your commander via Morse code on his uvula anyway.”

“Thank you for that gross image.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gordon stretched out in the water, wonderfully warm. The day was a beautiful one, but relaxing in volcanic springwater was something to be done down here at any time.

On his pile of dry sand, further under One, John snorted and rolled over, dropping the sunhat and face-planting into it.

Well, there was the benefit of wearing a sunhat in the shade. So kindly supplied by a younger brother.

Turning in the opposite direction of his sleeping brother, Gordon spied two figures finally returning from their walk up the beach.

Virgil had traded his usual flannel for a linen shirt and his jeans for swim shorts. Both arms were sporting the forearm crutches he still had to use in the wake of his leg injuries from months before. The crutches had been fitted with sand traction and he still seemed to be moving okay.

Scott had refused to let him wander up the beach alone with his camera, hence Alan walking along beside him.

It would have been Scott in Alan’s place, but a quick word to Mel had her distracting his overprotective brother.

Gordon had been prepared to go with, but Alan jumped in and off they went, Virgil muttering something about foliage, black sand, and colour contrasts.

Alan was likely to come back with a degree in colour theory.

But the two were talking animatedly and Virgil had that look that usually pre-empted his next series of amazing artwork.

Gordon found himself smiling.

“Looks like the plein-air partnership has returned. Give me a hand prepping their pool.”

“Sure, gimme two.” Sam reached over and grabbed his foot, sliding it smoothly over his stump and strapping it on.

Gordon clambered out of the warmth of the springwater and grabbed his towel. “Bucket duty time.”

The hot springs gushed naturally out of the sand at the top of the beach. The water was quite hot, so had to be mixed with a little sea water to lower the temperature to a comfortable level. Earlier in the day, the brothers, Sam and Mel had dug a couple of depressions in the sand, plopped in a couple of inflatable pools and filled them with a mixture of hot and cold water. Gordon loved to sit his butt in the mineral rich warmth. The steam coming off the beach was atmospheric - particularly on cold and cloudy days where it fogged up.

Today there was just a little steam and the sunshine. But the pools did need a little maintenance and for one of the thankfully few times in his life, Virgil wasn’t up for much heavy lifting.

So Gordon and Sam did the bucket carrying and by the time Virgil and Alan were within hearing distance, a fresh, warm bath awaited.

Virgil did look like he needed it.

Gordon had availed himself of these springs in the past for a very similar reason. It had been Sam and Virgil doing the shovelling and bucket carrying back then.

Out in the surf, Scott had turned and moved to where he could see the shore.

Gordon ignored him and hoped Mel could distract him back into tonsil hockey.

Virgil is fine. Take a break. Maybe get a room.

Apparently, Virgil was more than fine, the grin on his face fit to split something.

“Find yourself some pretty pictures?”

To Gordon’s surprise, it was Alan who answered. “You should see it, Gordy! So many coloured flowers against the black sand.”

Gordon stared at his little brother. Maybe Alan did get an art education on the beach. “Yeah?” He looked at Virgil.

“I found it inspirational.” Yes, there was light in his brother’s eyes.

“Great!” He gestured at the second pool as Sam emptied in a last bucket of hot water. “Take a load off?”

Virgil grunted, his shoulders dropping. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Both Gordon and Alan helped him down into the water, Alan talking about bindweed and pokey trees and birds the entire time.

It wasn’t often Alan took a lot of interest in wildlife, but apparently today it was the topic.

Gordon was hard pushed to hide the smile.

Second biggest brother now happily situated, Alan still babbling beside him, Gordon stepped up to the makeshift ‘bar’ - a storage crate from One’s cargo hold with a handful of mocktail ingredients stashed on it - and concocted a drink their resident artist would enjoy. He handed that and Alan’s favourite to his reclining brothers.

He then refreshed Sam and his own and returned to his little cocoon of lovely warm water.

Virgil relaxed back and sighed, drink in hand. “This is the life.”

Gordon held up his drink. “To Raoul and all her wonderful inhabitants and conveniences.”

Sam, who had plopped in beside him, again throwing his foot back onto the sand, held up his glass, paper umbrella and all. “To Raoul!”

Both Alan and Virgil shouted, “To Raoul!”

John rolled over onto his belly and began drooling into the sunhat.

Scott was now in even deeper water and much more distracted than even before.

Gordon couldn’t help but grin even more.

“To Raoul.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Sam Coyle #nuttyfic #Kermadec AU #romance #but only as scenery #march of the ocs

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vannahfanfics · 1 year

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Catching Crabs (And Feelings)

Word Count: 2750

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, Katsuki! They’re so cute!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smiling sweetly, she skipped up beside him.

“You’re really sweet, you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, it’s just… It’s kinda spooky.”

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

Ochako snickered and pushed him in the shoulder.

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

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

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

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

“Thanks…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it really that much of a surprise?”

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

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

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

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Raven Crowley Union Birthday Interview

asdbaoysdvbqbwda I don’t like the look of the Union Birthday suits, so I didn’t end up having a formal art piece done for this year 💦 but here’s some sketches and how Raven would respond to the interview questions!!

Have fun and party hard, Miss Raven and Fake Cat L*ona!

Happy Birthday!

Raven: I wonder who the Magical Birthday Dice have chosen to interview me?

Kon: …

Raven: Whoever it is, they’re running awfully late. They should be here by now.

Kon: …

Raven: … I wonder, did they get lost on their way to the birthday venue?

Kon: U-Um!! Excuse me, but… I’ve been standing here all along…

Raven: Hm? Ah, Kon-san. My apologies for not noticing you until now. My mind was elsewhere. Please, feel free to join in the birthday festivities. Even mob students deserve days off, yes?

Kon: Eh, join the party?! B-But I have a job to do first…

Raven: Job? If I recall correctly, you work as a part-time as waiter and bus boy at the Mostro Lounge. I didn’t realize that you were sent to assist with the catering today.

Kon: Th-That’s because I wasn’t… I-I’m supposed to interview you.

Raven: Oh! So you’re my fated interviewer! How very curious. I hadn’t anticipated it to be someone from the same class as me. It’s funny how these things work out.

Kon: I wasn’t expecting it either… (Why do I always, ALWAYS have the worst luck…? The dorm leader was so scary when I told him I needed to take the day off to do this interview… He was smiling, but his eyes weren’t!! Then he penciled me in for a Saturday lunch rush shift to make up for lost time… I-I didn’t ask to be put in a high pressure, high stress situation like this!!) I hope you aren’t disappointed with me.

Raven: Not at all. It’s a pleasant surprise to see a friendly face.

Kon: Surprise… Oh! That’s right! B-Before the interview, here. Your present…

Raven: ………………………. Is this an inflatable tube?

Kon: Yes! I tried to pick one with a cute design and colors that reminded me of you. See? It kind of looks like a dark color, but when the light hits it, it turns iridescent.

Raven: ………………………….

Kon: Um… Do you… not like it?

Raven: … It’s not that. Please do not characterize me as dissatisfied or ungrateful. I was just thinking that this was a rather unique item to gift to a creature of the sky.

Kon: I um… actually had trouble picking out your present at first. I thought the obvious thing would have been writing materials, but you already have plenty of those. A-And any ink materials would have lost their freshness by now. Then I… er, heard from Jade-senpai that you couldn’t swim.

Raven: YOU WHAT.

Kon: I-I’m sorry…! He just… He happened to lean over and whisper it to me as I was clearing a table. I was so surprised that I almost dropped the plates!!

Raven: H-Hey! Is it really so uncommon to not be able to swim?

Kon: For me, yes! I come from a small town by a beach, so most kids already knew how to swim by the time they were school age. The ones that are too young would use inner tubes and floaties to help them keep afloat. I thought this would help you too… at least until you’re ready to learn how to swim by yourself.

Raven: You’re likening me to a child yet to learn a basic survival skill… Well, it’s true that I’ve been meaning to learn how to swim at some point. Water is so fascinating in how it glistens and shifts, but whenever I get near large bodies of it, I feel so queasy it’s difficult to enjoy it.

Raven: If I had the courage to swim... Oh, how the world could open up to me!

Raven: I don’t intend to get near large bodies of water anytime soon, but I do understand why swimming can mean the difference between life and death. Thank you, Kon-san. This will help me feel just a little bit safer.

Raven: Oh, but one thing.

Kon: Y-Yes?

Raven: … Tell your vice dorm leader to stop casually dropping my details!!

Kon: That’s one birthday wish I can’t grant!!

Kon: Let’s start the interview. First question… “Who would you pick to be with you on a deserted island?”

Raven: I’m not in need of any assistance.

Kon: … Huh?

Raven: I may not look it now, but I’ve lived in the wilderness for most of my life. Surviving on a deserted island is nothing. I’ll simply need to revert back to a more… feral way of sustaining myself.

Kon: (Eeeeeh? The prim and proper Miss Raven… an ex-wild child?! I can’t imagine her in an animal pelt and messy hair, running around picking berries and eating bugs in the wild…)

Raven: … Why are you staring at me like that? That’s quite rude of you.

Kon: S-Sorry!

Kon: Uh… can you try to think of someone? Please?

Raven: Ah, of course. Hmm, let’s see…

Raven: Octavinelle are immediate nos. They would be the easiest picks for escaping from the island, but… Floyd is absolutely unpredictable, he could be a help 50% of the time and a hindrance the other half. Azul would demand for compensation… and furthermore, I don’t believe Azul’s merform would be particularly adept at swimming.

Raven: As for Jade, I don’t think I can stand being left alone with him for extended periods of time. That man makes my blood boil. (I think I’d just die of embarrassment, having to survive in such an intimate setting with him... I-It’d almost be like we were... l-living together under the same roof and sharing the responsibilities, like some m-married couple! How positively absurd!!)

Raven: I’d want someone I can rely on and trust to do their fair share of work, someone who’s able to pull their own weight. I don’t want to be stranded with a deadbeat or an uncooperative partner. I already put up with enough of Ace in homeroom… and don’t get me started with Leona-senpai!! That would just create unnecessary work for myself.

Kon: (Eep! So quick to tell others off!)

Raven: If I had to pick, I think my best bet would be Rook or Ruggie.

Kon: Oh, those are smart choices! I’ve heard that Rook-senpai and Ruggie-senpai are very familiar with the outdoors.

Raven: While it is true that they have notable survival skills, that is only a part of why I’ve selected them.

Raven: Just as important as surviving is… making for good company!! So I don’t perish of loneliness and boredom!!

Kon: HUUUUUUUH??

Raven: Staying upbeat in a bleak situation does wonders for morale. So does having company.

Raven: Rook is very unconventional. I feel that he can make light of any situation and keep me smiling no matter what may come our way. He also has the physical strength and hunting abilities that I will admit that I lack. If we were to team up, he could cover for my deficits.

Raven: Meanwhile, Ruggie is not very strong, but he is resourceful and has survival first and foremost on his mind. With our combined intellects, I don’t think the deserted island could ever trump us. Ah, and he is always smiling, even in the worst of situations. That’s something I find admirable, even if he can stoop to being a scoundrel at times…

Kon: I see… (Who’d have thought that Miss Raven can not only ‘rough it’, but that’d she also be the type to put mood just as high up as her own survival?!)

Kon: Next question. “Who would you want as your brother?” It doesn’t specify older or younger.

Raven: Hmm, an interesting question. I’ve never thought about having a sibling. Older or younger… I’d like to experience both, as I’ve never had a sibling of my own. I’m sure both offer their own unique challenges.

Kon: I-I guess there’s no rule saying you have to pick just one?

Raven: In that case… I would want Ortho as my younger brother and Silver as my older one.

Kon: A robot and a knight picked by a storytelling raven. Those are some pretty outlandish choices. It’s like something straight out of a fairy tale.

Raven: You could say that I feel a certain kinship to them.

Raven: Ortho and I… we don’t “belong” in this student body. We’re still so small and naive, with much to learn about the world. That pure, unadulterated admiration he has for Idia…

Raven: It… (reminds me a little of myself, how I was before.) It’s cute. I want to protect him and to help nurture him so that he doesn’t stray from the path (… Unlike me).

Raven: We are not a part of this world, yet we’ve had to navigate it. It feels like we learn and grow every day together, and protect one another in turn.

Kon: … (Miss Raven has a soft spot for small, cute things.)

Kon: And what about Silver?

Raven: Silver is just like a prince from the story books. Stoic, serious, and with a strong moral compass. He’s a great source of inspiration. I feel like a fly on the wall—or rather, a bird on the branch—observing his heroic deeds.

Raven: He also seems reliable, doesn’t he? All the forest critters often talk about how kind he is.

Kon: I-I’m sorry, I’m not that familiar with animal languages...

Raven: Oh, my bad. It was presumptuous of me to assume.

Raven: In any case, Silver is beloved by the local wildlife. You won’t find a bird in the area that will speak ill of him. Just being in Silver’s presence calms me and makes me feel safe and comfortable.

Kon: Does he just have that kind of a natural effect on animals…?

Raven: He must!!

Raven: So warm and fuzzy... and relaxing... *Yawn*

Kon: Y-You sound like you’re describing falling asleep!! Silver-senpai’s aura is rubbing off on you a little TOO much!!

Kon: Last question! “If you could be in any dorm, which would you choose?”

Raven: Every dorm has its unique charms… but I’m immediately knocking Octavinelle, Savannaclaw, Scarabia, and Ignihyde off the list.

Kon: That’s surprising. You’re always getting high marks in our classes, so I’m shocked to know that you wouldn’t want to join one of the dorms that excels academically.

Kon: And with your experience in the wilderness, I thought Savanaclaw would be a viable pick. But then again, you’re also a recluse, which suits Ignihyde…

Raven: This is about what I would personally pick, isn’t it? Not where I would be assigned based on my objective behavior and traits.

Kon: Y-You’re right about that, I guess...

Raven: Truthfully, I would like to experience every dorm as a member of it once in my time at NRC. Trying on their uniform, seeing what the day-to-day life is like, engaging with my peers… It sounds like good fun!

Kon: Eh, “fun”? (It just sounds super stressful to me!! I can barely manage in my current dorm, let alone 6 others!)

Raven: But I must consider my nature first and foremost.

Raven: I eliminated some dorms right off the bat because of the environments they offer. Savanaclaw and Scarabia are too hot—they would cause my feathers to molt. Octavinelle is underwater—which is no place for a creature of the skies. And then Ignihyde is… too far removed from nature for my comfort. That leaves just 3 dorms.

Kon: Heartslabyul, Pomefiore, or Diasomnia… C-Come to think of it, I think the Great Seven members of those dorms were also known to have a black bird companion with them. What a coincidence!

Kon: Ahahah... I think their spirits were calling out to you.

Raven: That is true. There is something to be said about powerful women with black birds.

Raven: Each of those dorms has something special to offer.

Raven: Heartslabyul, its whimsical garden for playful tea times and bound by a certain strictness. Pomefiore, its elegant decor and rigorous pursuit of self-improvement.

Raven: And then Diasomnia, boasting of secrets buried in bramble and ominous powers.

Raven: Diasomnia sounds most favorable.

Kon: Wh-What?! That’s easily the scariest sounding dorm!!

Raven: Be that as it may, this choice would allow me the most freedom. I fear I may accidentally invoke Riddle or Vil’s wrath if I accidentally trip up or step out of line. I wouldn’t want to live walking on eggshells every waking moment of the day.

Raven: Diasomnia’s dorm building itself and its many archaic resources would also make for interesting inspirations for my writing and personal research. (The curse...) Perhaps if I am fortunate, I may be granted an audience with the great Malleus-senpai and the wise Lilia-senpai. They might just have the answers that I need.

Kon: Research? Answers? What is it that you’re looking for exactly...?

Raven: Erm, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.

Kon: Ah, that’s the end of the interview. It’s time for the Gift of Good Fortune. A-Are you ready to receive it?

Raven: Oogh… You speak of the pieing, yes? I’m not looking forward to washing the whipped cream out of my feathers…

Kon: I-I’m sorry, but it’s a tradition… I’ll try to be gentle to make it easier on you!

Raven: No, please do not apologize. I have steeled myself for this all day. This is the apex…! The climax of the story! I will accept it honorably, Kon-san.

Kon: O-Okay…! Happy birthday, Raven-san!

***BONUS***

(m!Raven Union Birthday card pose!)

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