Septiplier One-Shots

bubbles make everything better

☀️ little sunshine^^

thanks to @/ WeirdSuicidal19568 for their amazing prompt⭐️

fluff; 1363 words
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Well.

This sucked.

The sun was beating down on the back of his neck as though it was trying to light his baby hairs on fire, his clothes stuck to him as his body sweated out every fluid he took in faster than he could process it to his bladder, his cap was doing shite to protect his eyes, and he was sure he was red as a fucking tomato.

He was Irish! If someone had told him that taking a trip to the America's in the summer would be equal to that of skinny dipping in a volcano, he would have thought twice, or maybe thrice about his desire to travel.

Jack wiped the sweat off his brow. He felt like he was roasting alive, and to add to that, everyone else seemed to be almost unaffected by the heat. His pale skin had to be blinding other people as much as the sun was blinding him, having flushed with all the heat exposure.

Jack took his cap off and ran a hand through his bright green hair, which was wet and sticking to his forehead. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the whether status of the States, but LA California couldn't be that bad. He was going to go straight back to Ireland if anywhere else he was going to go was this hot.

Jack currently had been walking around, trying to tour LA as much as he could. But the heat was starting to make him light-headed, and he was considering going back to his hotel, until he came across a park.

It wasn't anything overtly nice or huge. A big grassy field with some trees and benches, the sidewalk circling the area. Several little kids were running around, as well as a woman playing with her dog. One of the kids had a giant bubble wand that he was waving around happily. Jack could hear his giggles from twenty feet away.

Jack looked around, slowly stepping towards the nice spot, which wasn't coated in cigarette butts. And then he stopped for a moment, his feet stuttering. There was a little stand off to the side, with a man standing behind it, selling an assorted about of bubble things. Jack watched as a mother walked up, a little girl holding onto her hand as she bought something.

He couldn't hear what the man was saying, but the deep baritone echoed to Jack. He smiled brightly, red hair shining brighter than the sun and Jack's skin. He was very handsome, glasses slipping halfway down the bridge of his nose before he pushed them back up.

Jack wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to talk to that man for some reason. And so, Jack did the only thing any other person (who was on the verge of fainting from heat exposure) would do, and walked up to the stand. Once he got there, however, he realized he hadn't thought this out completely.

Jack stared at the man for a moment, who watched him with a small little quirk to his mouth. Jack fumbled to grab one of the crappy bubble wands, one of the ones where you just pushed a button and bubbles shot out themselves.

"Two dollars, sir." The man spoke. Jack could only blink at him for a moment, before he realized where the fuck he was -get yourself the fuck together Sean- and reached into his pocket for his money. He glanced back up momentarily to see an amused expression on the man's face. "Is this for your son?" He asked conversationally as Jack struggled to pull out two simple ones from his wallet -why did he have so much change- making Jack pause.