Back when I was a kid my parents used to take us to this very beach, pulling my brothers and I down the large hill and trail in a red wagon. We’d play in the water on giant pieces of driftwood like rafts and poke around the sand for fossils. Our Australian shepherd Ranger would turn into a giant mess and shake water and sand all over us.
Then the idea of the beach became something different, swimsuits, shaving, being hyper aware of every body “flaw”. My friends were content to lay in towels tanning themselves. The beach was a beauty treatment, a judgement zone. I wasn’t invited to some of the beach vacations my friends took so the beach became about exclusion. I hated the beach.
Now the beach is about magic again. Finding ancient things, marveling at tiny fish, eating lunch on giant driftwood trees the waves tossed up. Seeing the changes tides and the seasons bring. Soaking up both the sun (or cloudy sky) as well as the atmosphere. Maybe that’s what my friends were doing too and I just couldn’t see it at the time. I’m glad I love the beach again.
Word count- 1910 words. Sorry, lol. Might be slow at first but it gets better.
Warnings: Fluff and drinking. Not really detailed about the drinking though.
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waves were ruffling the sea. The green and blue water rushed in and
receded back into the great big sea. Some people were out in the waves
surfing and others were laid on towels tanning.
The gang had their
snacks and towels tucked under their arms. I twiddled with the cap of a
Pepsi bottle I had. I wasn’t nervous or anything, just lost in thought.
The entire gang had been crammed in one car for a few hours and we were
very excited about visiting a real beach.
The ocean was right there and it was an exciting experience. A hand clapped against my back and I jumped.
“Nothing’s gonna get
you here, Johnnycakes. You can relax,” Soda’s gentle voice assured me. I
wasn’t scared, Soda’s hand had just jerked me out of my thoughts too
quickly. I nodded anyway. No need to correct him on a nice day.
Soda grinned and
walked on ahead to catch up with Steve. Darry was walking in the back
and looking around for a spot to group up. We had discussed stuff to do
on the beach while in the car, but I doubted if anyone listened much.
Pony had been looking out of the window, Dally had gone to sleep, Soda
had shotgun with Two-Bit, and Darry had been in the back trying to make
sure Steve was paying attention while driving. Steve hadn’t been that
pleased with Darry but did seem to listen anyway.
Ponyboy fell in step
with me as Darry found a nice place to lay the towels. Sure, it was
cheesy but we wanted a spot together. It probably wasn’t gonna stay that
way with all the people on the beach.
Soda nudge Steve and
pointed down the beach towards some girls. They talked for a minute
about something, they seemed pretty excited about whatever it was.
Probably something to do with the girls.
Pony started toward
the water and Two-Bit seemed to follow him. We were breaking off into
pairs and heading in different directions. I saw an ice-cream cart not
too far from where we were and stuck my hand into my pocket. I had some
money. Ice-cream wouldn’t be so bad on a hot day.
Dally must have
noticed what I was thinking and looped his arm over my shoulder and
started walking with me. He already had a cigarette between his lips and
was taking a drag.
Hello can you do one where the BAU team go to the beach or boating , and the reader and Spencer are dating. So the reader is wearing a bikini and since she’s curvy Spencer gets jealous because he sees other guys staring at her ass so when she’s tanning he puts a towel over her back and she gets annoyed and you can’t finish it from there (love your writing btw💕❤️)
I can most certainly do this! And thank you so much! That means the world to me, really and truly. I hope that you enjoy your one-shot, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!
As you raise your peach-colored bikini cover up above your head, even the men of the team had a hard time staring at you. Your chest was prominent in the underwire top you were wearing, your stomach had a bit of padding, but your waist dipped in wonderfully before blossoming out to a wide set of hips and a voluptuous bottom that Spencer frequently enjoyed sinking his hands…and teeth…in to.
But it quickly became apparent to Spencer that your bathing suit while boating was going to be an issue.
On the actual boat, it wasn’t a problem. While Derek was a flirt, one look from Spencer would usually shut it up, and the rest of the time was filled with his hand on your thick thigh while the rest of the women around you praised you for looking as good as you did in your bathing suit.
But when you guys got back to land and Emily had roped you into tanning with her, he noticed all of the guys slowly walking closer and closer to your blanket.
He tried to ignore it, with Derek flying a Frisbee by his head and Jack and Henry wanting to play in the ocean. He tried to dismiss the lingering stares from random men, especially when Emily asked you to slather more suntanning lotion on her.
Could you not see that what you were doing was sexual to other men?
Finally having enough, he marches out of the ocean, grabs his sand-filled towel off of the ground, and tosses it over you.
It covered up your body…
…but it also covered you in sand.
“What the hell!?” you squeak as you lift your head up from your beach towel.
“Huh?” Emily grunts.
“Spencer, what’s with you?” you breathe as you toss his towel aside and try your best to wipe the sand sticking to your tanning lotion off.
“Just cover yourself a bit,” he murmurs lowly to you.
“Excuse me?” you ask as you slowly stand to your feet.
“Just…I mean…can’t you-…can’t you see all the men staring at you!?” Spencer exclaims.
“Spencer, no one is staring at me,” you emphasize.
“Then obviously you’re blind,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Spencer, no one wants to look at the fat girl in a bathing suit!” you raise your voice.
“You’re not fat! And men are staring at you! Walking close to your towel and watching every time you rub something on Emily. It’s not right,” Spencer sighs.
“It’s not right for men to find me attractive?” you ask.
“That’s not what I meant…” Spencer trails off.
You knew you weren’t fighting fair, but you didn’t want to come out in the first place, and you were angry that you had apparently done something wrong in a place you didn’t want to be in the first place.
“Look. I didn’t wanna come anyway. I told you I didn’t own a bathing suit, and I should’ve just stood up to you,” you say as you bend over and gather your belongings, “so maybe I just need t-”
And at that very second, you hear a cat-call whistle come from someone passing by…and Spencer had had enough.
“She’s not your piece of meat to ogle!” he begins to yell as the guy stands there in shock. “She’s not a mannequin for you to leer at, nor is she an object you can make the center of your affections. She’s mine! I know she’s beautiful, and that means that you keep your whistles, and your eyes, a-a-and your close walking stance TO YOURSELF!”
Emily’s jaw was agape and you were having a hard time keeping your giggling at bay.
Taking a deep breath as the man huffs and jogs away, he slowly turns to you with rounded, sorrowful eyes as he takes in a deep breath.
“You really didn’t wanna come…?” he asks defeated.
“Yours, huh?” you question as you cock an eyebrow playfully on your forehead.
“Look, if you don’t wanna be here, we can go. We can get some food, or go see a movie, or-”
“Before I go anywhere,” you interrupt as you step forward and slide your arms around his waist, “someone threw sand on me, and I have to wash it off somehow.”
“Sorry about that…” he murmurs to himself as he wraps his arms around you as well.
“Wanna take a dip in the ocean with me?” you ask as you crane your neck back.
“What about suntanning with Emily?” Spencer asks lightly.
“I think I’ve had enough sun,” you wink as you take his hand and start for the water.