#baxter radic

[pauliisthings]

i have an awesome type

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josh macqueen as baxter radic in surviving summer s2e01

[zanephillips]

JOSH MACQUEEN Surviving Summer 2.01 "Selection"

[csainzsgirly]

Baxter Radic - "Need to know if you want me to touch you like this,"

This man has me in a chokehold i swear to god

Smut (18+ mdni, I'm not responsible for what you consume on tumblr), it's written in the stars that you and Baxter will end up together and it finally, finally happens with sexy, soft, amazing intimate time where he takes real good care of you.

It was a beautiful morning in Shorehaven, with the sun just peaking over the ocean and bathing the sky in its pink and orange pastels. Your alarm rung at five, but you were up before already. A large part of the night had been you staring up at the ceiling, images of Baxter and his pink, messy hair filling your head. Ever since you moved here three months ago, you instantly felt drawn to him. His sister was not your kind of person, but he was the complete opposite. He liked using his charm and looks, tension crackling between the two of you whenever you talked. Bax was easy to talk to, or to sit in silence next to.

His family's story was thugging on your heartstrings in every way possible. The moment where Summer revealed everything that happened, suddenly made you understand a lot of things: why he messed with Summer's fins, why he suddenly left the camp, and why he had moments in which he became so distant. Underneath that mask was an honesty, beautiful man who had been through a lot. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, in which he knew you wouldn't judge him for his past, but appreciated him for where he was know. Pulling on him and pushing for the friendship never worked, which is why you were both careful in the approach.

There was no denying that Baxter was on your mind a lot. When the friend group was wary of taking him in again after he left the competition, you grew closer and closer. Your stream of thoughts during your bike ride to the beach was interrupted by your arrival. You carried your board over the sand, shivering as your wetsuit hung around your waist and the cool morning air caused goosebumps to rise upon your limbs. Bax had made the board for you, and seven nights ago, you added the finishing touches together. Painting it, sculpting it and putting it away to dry. Yesterday, he brought it to you, putting it against the wall in your room and letting himself fall on his back on your bed after.

His large body took up all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on the edge next to him, raised eyebrow that silently questioned him. It had made him laugh, hands locked behind his head, showing off his defined biceps.

"Why'd you make it for me?" you asked softly, and he shrugged in response.

"I think you're nice," Baxter answered, teeth briefly gnawing at his bottom lip before he reached to brush your wavy hair over your shoulder, fingertip tracing down your neck.

"And you're gorgeous. I like impressing gorgeous girls," he added with a grin.

"Who says I'm impressed?" you had replied, arms crossed over your chest. "The way you're looking at me tells me everything I need to know," his grin slowly faded away, bright eyes zoning in on you, but none of you made a move.

You shook it off as you brought yourself back to where you were: at the beach and waiting for the swell to rise further. You waxed your board slowly, humming a song that was stuck in your head for days already. When you were finally ready, you took off, instantly feeling more awake when the cold water splashed into your face and soaked your hair. You paddled further into the ocean, turning off your mind and catching each wave you could. You weren't sure how long you were out, but slowly the morning colours left the sky and your stomach started to growl with appetite. You dragged yourself out of the water, heart pounding a little faster when you recognized the figure who was standing in the sand with a surfing board.

The lazy grin spread on Baxter's lips, eyes squinting slightly against the sun that was shining brighter than a few moments ago. "You were up early," he says as you walk up to him. "You keep track of when I get up?" you reply with a small smile. "If you want me to," Bax chuckles. His wetsuit was folded around his hips. Your eyes briefly darted over his physique, counting his abs to check as if they were still there, before looking into his eyes again. His height would be intimidating if he wasn't a big softie deep down, but he hated it whenever you said that. The thought nearly made you laugh.

"Was I funny?" he asks then, following you when you walk past him.

"You're always funny, Bax," you hum, dropping your board in the sand and reaching for your towel.

"I know," there's the cocky grin again, the one that makes your stomach flip and turn and your skin heat up further. "I came here about an hour ago, but I don't want to continue. Did you have breakfast already?" he asks, looking down at you as you squeeze the water out of your hair. "Not yet. Want to go together?" you reply. "Yeah," he says. "Let's take the van," his head nods towards the parking. "Your bike will fit in the trunk," he adds before you could ask. "You looked good out there with my board," Baxter mentions when you walk up to his sister's van. "It felt good," you say, brushing your fingers over fins before he takes it from you and puts it into the vehicle. He gets out of his wetsuit and doesn't bother to change his swimming trunks, and pulls on a shirt.

"Unzip me?" you hum, moving your hair aside and turning your back to him automatically. Baxter's fingers find the zipper of your wet suit, the brief touch to the back of your neck sending a shock down your spine.

He takes his sweet time rolling it all the way down to your lower back, snapping the tight material playfully against your skin before untying the string of your bikini top.

"You're a jerk," you laugh, giving his chest a push, but he doesn't move at all.

"Your favourite," he muses, handing you a dry towel and then walking around to get into the car while you got changed. "No peaking through the mirror," you say without looking up.

"Damn, princess. I'm no better than a man when I see you change out of your surf gear, you know that," he complains.

You roll your eyes with a laugh as you pull a linnen dress down your body, closing the trunk and making your way around to slide into the passenger seat. Even though the flirting between you was endless, you had kissed only once before, when he just moved here and he and his sisters joined during Summer's party. It was a long time ago, but you hated how you still knew what it felt like. Baxter started the van and hit the road back into town, driving straight to the only spot in a fifty mile radius where they served breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was the reason why it was nearly packed when you arrived, having to settle for a spot at the bar, where two chairs were left.

"The usual?" Baxter asks you, knowing you looked at the menu every time but never chose anything else than the pancakes. "Yes," you replied with a smile, looking at him as he passed it on to the waitress, who served you with coffee and water at the same time.

"Any reason why you were up so early?" he hums, picking up his coffee and turning to face you. The sunlight shining through the windows caused his eyes to light up even more, his pink curls were almost dry already and fell over his forehead.

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, watching him play with the rings on his fingers after. "Me neither," he admits. "I'm crashing at Marlon's for now. Poppy was over last night," Baxter explains.

You let out a laugh, no further explanation needed. "I'm helping out her and Summer to get ready for their party. I'm hosting because Summer got banned from having parties at Ari's house since your sister's birthday," you chuckle.

"Are you coming tonight?" you ask. He leans his head on his hand while looking at you. "I'll swing by," he says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips again. The waitress returns with two plates, putting the pancakes in front of you and the eggs in front of Baxter. Your elbows touch when you both pick up cutlery, making you shuffle slightly sideways to give him more space. Baxter notices and looks down at you, reaching for the underside of your chair and shoving you into his side.

Your legs touch and stick together, arms and shoulders against each other. Baxter moves his fork to his other hand, the arm that touches yours moving around the back of your chair, fingers brushing over your back. You don't say anything when you look up at him again, seeing his eyes drop to your lips before he smiles at you. "Feed me pancake?" he asks. "You're ridiculous," you scoff. "Yeah, but you love it," he grins.

Baxter drops you off at home after you leave the restaurant, halting in front of your house to take your bike and surf board out of the van. "Your friends are already waiting for you," he softly says, looking over you to see Summer and Poppy in the garden. His eyebrows are slightly forrowed together, as if he wanted to say something else, but chose to swallow the words instead. You hold the board behind your back, which hid you from their sight. He looks down at you next. He's close, like he's been all morning. "Thanks for this morning, I enjoyed spending time with you," you say. "See you tonight," you smile, taking your stuff and moving away from him.

His hand loosely grabs your arm to pull you back, the other leaning against the vehicle and half above your head. For a minute you swear he's about to lean down, but he just caressess your chin with a boyish smile. "Look forward to it," his right eye drops in a wink before he pulls back from you. You gnaw at your bottom lip before taking your surf board and bike and ride it into the garden, not able to get away from your squealing friends who had secretly and quietly been eyeing everything between you and Baxter. "I just want to say it, I predicted this ages ago," Summer instantly says, taking your board from you to put it away, so you could lock your bike.

"Predicted what?" you play dumb when you look away from her, pretending to mess with the key before standing up straight again. "That you'd end up together. Even though I might give you trouble because he loosened my fins," Summer crosses her arms over her chest with a tight lipped smile at the memory. "Which he apologized for," Poppy reminder her. "He's coming tonight," you inform them. "Perfect," Poppy says. "He blamed you and Marlon for the minimum hours of sleep last night," you subtly add, making Summer's eyes widen. "Poppy!" she shrieks, to which the other girl groans and covers her face with her hands.

You all laugh and head inside, settling at the kitchen island while you get ice and lemonade, pouring three glasses. Your parents were out of town this weekend, so the house was empty aside the three of you. "Do you like him?" Poppy asks, folding her hands together on the table. "I think... he's nice," you decide to say, ignoring the immediate butterflies in your stomach at the thought of him. "You've been dancing around each other for like two summers at least," Poppy adds. "Don't put pressure on her," Summer tsks, "you and Marlon took, like, fifty summers." Poppy rolls her eyes and ignores it. "He just looks at you in a way..."

You sit up a little more straight, "what way?"

"Like you created the universe, hung up the moon and the stars, are the answer to all his prayers," Summer gives you jazz hands in the meantime, and it makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, right," you mumble, knowing deep down that what she says is true, because he gave you that look barely an hour ago.

"Girls, we have work to do," Poppy breaks the conversation and stands up from her chair. "I brought all the decoration I have. I even found some kind of broken discoball in the shed," she says, pulling the large tote bag she brought on the table. "I got some booze," Summer grins, returning to the kitchen with her arms full of liquor. "If anyone throws up in my home, you're cleaning," you warn her with a laugh.

The three of you work in tandem to make space in the garden for the party, putting tables and chairs together, cleaning the barbecue and decorating the place. Summer works on the light bulbs that hang on a long string, crossing them through the garden, while you open the garden doors to the covered terrace, putting speakers there for music. At the end of the day, the place looks great and ready for a good party.

You all get ready for the party, listening to music while standing in front of the mirror to put make-up on. You borrowed one of Poppy's white summer dresses that had a subtle, cute cherry print. The end of the dress teased the back of your thighs while the halter neck exposed some of your shoulders and collarbones. You move a brush through your hair and slip into some sandals after, joining Poppy and Summer outside. "If he doesn't make a move on you tonight, I'm going to drown myself during training on Monday," Summer points out, making all of you laugh.

"Whether he does or doesn't, we're going to have a good time," you say, opening the first beer of the night. It doesn't take long before Ari arrives, settling onto the sofa with Summer. Marlin and Bodhi arrive after, and soon the garden is filled with people. You know most of them, but some are friends of Summer you've met maybe once or twice.

The first hour progresses, the music was turned up a little more after sunset, and everyone eases into a tipsy, loose mood, laughter and chit-chat heard everywhere. You quickly walk into the house to grab some more plastic cups, opening the kitchen cabinet and reaching for the stack.

"Need any help with that?"

You turn around at the voice, smiling at Baxter as you lock eyes. "Hey," you say, putting the pile on the counter and closing the cabinet. "Almost wondered if you'd still come," you move closer to him, which makes him put another step forward too, slightly locking you in with one hand on the counter and the other on the kitchen island.

"I'm just fashionably late," Baxter grins, letting his eyes trail you up and down - slowly. "You look breathtaking," he compliments you. "That's sweet of you, Bax," you hum, fuelled by a tiny bit of liquid courage. "You look... like you'd end up in my bed if you keep being cute like that." His eyebrows rise in surprise, but the corners of his mouth move further upwards. You twirl past him to finally put the plastic cups on the table outside.

Baxter briefly looses you in the group of people that are dancing, but he's quick to catch up, not really caring you joined Summer and Poppy again. His hand is warm on your waist as he spins you back to him, close to him, glued to his chest. His button-up is completely undone, hence you're pressed up against his bare skin, feeling his muscled body through your dress.

"You can't just put stuff like that in my head and leave me," Baxter says. "Looks like I did," you shrug with a sparkle in your eyes.

Your arms curl around his neck as you two move to the rhythm of the music. Poppy and Summer are two busy with their boyfriends to pay attention on you, others around you slowly get too drunk to notice. His eyes lost it's brightness, wider pupils zoning in on you, fingers spreading over your hip with ease.

The flirty end of your dress rode slightly up your thighs, teasing and flirting with him while your nails played with the hair in the nape of his neck. Baxter leans down, his lips brushing over your ear. "I'm afraid," he starts, tucking your hair behind your ear, "that I won't be able to resist you any longer." His mouth drops a first, soft kiss to your neck before he looks at you again. "I'm not complaining," you breathe, close enough to feel his hot breath fanning over your face.

He's about to close the distance between the two of you, when someone calls for your name, complaining about a dropped glass. Baxter's jaw clenches as you peel yourself away from him to help before the situation gets any worse. You're quick to help cleaning it up, making sure no glass lays around for anyone on bare feet to step in. You make your way to the sink to wash your hands, gasping when someone shows up behind you. "Don't go outside," Baxter's voice is gravely in your ear. "Please," he adds, locking you in against the counter while you reach for a towel. You manage to turn around, craning your neck to look into his eyes.

His hands find your waist, easily lifting you onto the counter. Your stomach dips in the best way possible when he kisses you, wasting no time. He pulls you to the edge of the counter, stepping between your thighs. The seam of the dress complains when you curl your legs around his hips, drawing him closer. Baxter shivers as your hands glide under the thin material of his shirt, finding his pecs, exploring his shoulders. He deepens the kiss easily, making your limbs feel like jelly. "Is this the moment where we..." he breathes as he briefly parts from you, "where we go to your room?" he gives you a lopsided grin.

Heat creeps up your face, colouring your cheeks slightly. You look over his shoulder to find everyone outside. You hop of the counter, taking his hand in yours and pulling him with you. "I swear I'm not looking up your dress," he says when you climb the stairs in front of him. You stop to look over your shoulder, finding him totally looking up your dress, after which he grins at you. You'd find it cringe if it wasn't him, but Baxter was so unapologetically him, that it only made the pull deeply inside your abdomen worse.

The noise of the party dies down when you made your way to the attic, the whole part of the house that belongs to you. You let him in, locking the door behind you in case any curious person dares to disturb a moment between you again.

"Tell me something," Baxter asks, his arm curls around your waist so effortlessly, dropping you on your bed. The mattress dips under the weight of his knee planted between your legs, his hand gripping the headboard of the bed above your head. "Did you fantasize about this moment?" he hums, kissing you again before you could answer. His other hand finds your left thigh, riding up your dress till his palm meets your hip, finding the soft cotton of your thong.

"Because I did," he whispers in your ear, your eyelids fluttering as his mouth trails down your neck.

"Me too," you admit easily, addicted to the way he looks at you, lips hovering over yours while his fingers tease the waistband of your underwear.

You push his shirt down his shoulders, making him drop it on the floor. You'd seen him half naked many, many times, but the context was different now. Baxter rides your dress up further, slowly dragging it over your stomach and your chest, over your head and off your body completely. "My imaginations were wrong," he purrs, eyes studying you curiously, palm finding your inner thigh and squeezing the flesh.

"You're even more beautiful now," Baxter says. You drag his body between your legs fully, feeling his abs against your stomach, your breasts against his chest. His fingers nestle into your hair as your mouths collide again, his tongue teasing yours while a hand slips between your bodies. "Need to know if you want me to touch you like this," he breathes against your lips.

"God, yes."

You get lost in the kiss and his fingers slipping inside your panties, finding your swollen clit, pulses of pleasure curling up your body. He's overwhelmed with the necessity to worship every inch of your skin. His mouth delves into the slope of your neck, over the swell of your tits. Your back arches into him as his mouth closes around a nipple, his fingers continuing their slow torture between your thighs while he works his way down.

The piercing in his nose, the septum, adds a cooling sensation after each kiss he leaves. Baxter uses it to his advantage as soon as he notices you react to it, looking up at you when the cool ring hits your skin. He swallows hard when he hooks his fingers in your panties to pull them off. The temperature rises in your room as he continues his path of kisses to where you need him.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch the man between your legs as he puts his mouth on you, careful, experimental, still curious. His confidence was as addictive as his eyes focussing on you, his tongue on your clit making it hard for you to keep tensing your abs to sit up like this. You drop back into the pillows, your hands finding his pink hair. He listens to the pretty noises you make for him, spreading your thighs wider because he needs more.

The writhing of your hips becomes more desperate when he buries his head deeper between your thighs, one of his hands gliding up your stomach and pushing you down. Baxter lifts his eyes to you again, watching your chest heave up and down. His nose nudging against your nub of nerves is enough to push you over that delicate edge.

You fist the sheets of the bed in your hands, a moan of his name feeding his ego further. "You're so pretty like that," he hums, caressing your face when you find the strength to open your eyes again.

"Have you done this before?" the question makes you blush eventhough it's thoughtful.

"Yes," you reply, "but I'm not very experienced," you add, feeling comfortable under his gaze as he got rid of his shorts and boxers, fingers opening the foil of a condom.

"Nothing to be afraid of," he says, settling between your thighs, making you whimper as the head of his cock nudges against your clit. "Except that you'll never be able to stop thinking of me after this," his teeth playfully scrape over your earlobe while he slides it in, stretching you out and making you feel numb in the best way possible.

He lets you adjust as long as you need before his hips start rolling into yours. The feeling that blossoms in your chest is intense, warm, making you yearn for more. You need to look at him as his hand grabs onto the headboard again, his thrusts becoming more powerful - not harder, but deeper, making you loose all the oxygen in your lungs. Your hands settle on his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, a silent praise for what he makes you feel.

It's an addictive dance between your bodies, his muscles tensing with each move of your hips to meet your thrusts. "Good?" Baxter asks, free hand closing around your waist, yours falling to his bicep. You can only whine and whimper in response, a soft kiss lingering on your lips shushing you slightly.

"I know, baby," he says, the words in combination with the hint of that cocky grin turning your insides to mush.

He loses his composure a little as you start squeezing a little, challenging him. You can't stop admiring the movements of his body, the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he shifts slightly, pushing one of your knees further towards your chest to enter you deeper.

Baxter's a little suprised when you open your eyes again to look at him, hooded, yet looking through your lashes. "Bax..." you moan, a shiver running up his spine. "Please," you add, your hand gliding from his chest to the side of his neck. He watches you fall apart beneath him, your head rolling to the side. He follows you into the state of euphoria, shoulders sinking as the tension leaves his body in the best way possible.

His hand caresses your face again, moving through your hair before gliding to your chin. He kisses you sweetly, adding the cherry on top while you come back to planet earth. "How are you feeling?" he asks, studying your face. "Perfect," you reply with a smile.

You sit up as he gets up from his position, throwing the condom into the bin. You're a little wobbly on your legs when you get up, and he's quick to swoop you off your feet and into his arms again. "I want to take a shower," you say. "Join me," you propose, tugging him into the bathroom that's connected to your bedroom.

He ushers you forward and reaches for the knob, turning the water. You gasp as it's cold at first, making him laugh as you slap his chest playfully. Baxter's unable to keep his hands off you, and they soon find your waist again to pull you into him, kissing you deeply. "Please don't tell me you want to go back to the party after this," he mutters against your lips. "Definitely not," you answer, your back hitting the tile wall.

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Josh Macqueen

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PAIRING: baxter radic x fem!reader WARNINGS: 'unrequited' love GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: treasure by bruno mars WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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it was like she had superpowers. very annoying ‘superpowers’ at that.

summer had only known you for two weeks and had found out your long term crush on your best friend.

at first it was only little things like the way you’d lean a little too close to him as his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he talked to his friends. tightening his hold if you moved even an inch away from his touch, doing so without breaking conversation.

the smile on your face just proved how much of an effect it had on you, knowing that even in his subconscious he was thinking about you, even if it was only slightly.

the way you’d find him what you thought were the prettiest seashells and even though you’d also surf and make sure you had enough food and water for the two of you since you had a feeling he’d steal yours. definitely not because you know how much he loved your cooking.

there was an endless list of things that summer could have listed off to you and she did but even with her trying to give you the kick up the ass that you needed to confess how you felt, it just made you even more anxious. if she found out that you liked him that easily then how obvious was it to him?

so you distanced yourself from him, slowly but you did.

starting with taking longer to reply to his messages or sometimes not even answering them at all.

making your morning surfs more spread out throughout the week, carefully keeping yourself out of arm's reach quite literally.

with stopping everything that was your norm you felt like you almost lost a part of yourself in the process. 

being away from bax took a toll on your mental health even if it had been a couple of weeks, the realisation that the scent of his cologne on your pillow was fading made you sob loudly into your other pillow.

his touch was something that you missed the most. you didn't realise how much he used to before he wasn't able to at all. missing how his body practically wrapped around yours as he hugged you. god you missed his hugs the most.

staying out with the girls definitely eased your pain, even though they didn’t agree with the way you were dealing with this they were still there for you.

it had been just a little over a month of going no contact and even though it had been hard to do with being in the same friend group and all. you still did it.

whenever you'd look over to look at him, he'd already be looking at you. the act made your breath hitch, making you turn away and rejoin the conversation again.

everytime you looked into his big puppy dog eyes you would nearly cave, it was like they were begging for you to come back.

but you didn't!

. . .you may have just stayed in for the night whilst your friends partied or you genuinely would have.

eating your feelings in the middle of the night always helped, well that was before baxter decided to fall through your window nearly making you choke.

“bax? what are you–?” you uttered.

“no you’ve gone this long without talking to me you can wait a little longer, darlin’,” he coaxed as he walked over to your bed, towering over you in the process.

he's not normally one to do this so you just nodded as he sat in front of you, your knees knocking against each other as he did so.

baxter being this close to you after so long made you nervous, there was nowhere for you to run. it was time to face the music. “why have you been avoiding me? i've been trying to give you your space, but…”

“i couldn't go any longer without you, without knowing if it was something that i did wrong.” his eyes were glossy as he looked down at you.

and there it was. the last thing you wanted was for him to think he did something. hed only ever helped you and comforted you. all the guilt and regret came rushing back, the very thing that you had been trying to protect him from with his sisters is what you also made him feel.

leaning over wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into the biggest hug. “i'm so sorry, b. it's not you i promise.” his arms engulfed your waist bringing you even closer to him.

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you not even noticing since you had always been this close.

“god i've missed the way you smell.” he joked as he nuzzled his face into your neck and deeply sniffed, tickling you and making you laugh in the process.

pulling away to go back to sit down again when he pulled you into his lap.

“baxter!” 

“i love it when you say my name.” his voice lower now, all signs of joking were long gone. his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaving his hand to sit on your cheek. his thumb draws circles on your heated skin.

“so. why have you been avoiding me?”

your eyes drift away from him, body tensing with anxiety. “hey! it's just me, you can trust me.”

timidly glancing back at him. “i can't pretend anymore.”

he gives you a reassuring smile for you to continue.

“i'm in love with. . .you.”

“oh. my. god. the reason why you haven't talked to me in a month is because you love me?” he questioned, his grip loosened on you making your heart drop.

“yes.”

before you could say anything else he tackles you onto your back and begins to tickle you. 

you laugh so hard that you’re out of breath as he continues to relentlessly tickle you. 

he eventually stops, chuckling at your breathless state, “you- you little shit! ive been in love with you forever! ever since i met you at that surf shop to be exact.”

he was now hovering over you, arms either side of you trapping you in.

“you have?”

“yes!”

“why didn't you say something?” 

he deadpans as if the answer was obvious.

“okay, okay fair.”

silence takes over the two of you. “so what now–?”

he leans down, closing the space between you, his lips brushing yours. the initial shock dissolves as you melt into the kiss, your hands running up his torso to rest on his chest. he pulled away only to not get too far as you tugged him closer to leave long pecks on his lips, making him smile into them.

“damn you can't get enough of me already?” he playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you making you laugh.

you felt stupid for doing what you did, but extremely happy with the outcome.

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JOSH MCQUEEN as BAXTER RADIC - SURVIVING SUMMER Season 2

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Baxter Radic Blurb

Finally finished season two of surviving summer and I love Bax’s character. He also deserved better so I’m giving him better. I’m giving him you babes <3

“How about that one?”

Looking down at his hand he looked over the tattoo she was pointing at. The slim reddish pink lollipop tattoo with small font along the white stick. Smiling at her he shook his head, “it’s just something small…I’ve always had it.”

Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head in return. “You didn’t have it before you left Queensland.”

Baxter bit back the chance to tease her for being so observant with his body. He held back as he tried to think about something to say to distract her. Nothing came to mind and he knew she wouldn’t buy into a lie.

“It’s new, got it my first week here,” he finally admitted to her.

The Queensland surfer smiled at him, “I’m loving this honesty streak. I’m guessing that Summer girl really got through to you, huh?”

“It wasn’t Summer,” he mumbled.

She craned her head back to look up at him in her seated position. “Then—then who? Or what? You’ve never been so open before,” she trailed off.

“Maybe, I don’t need to explain myself.”

She frowned grabbing his hand, “don’t do that. You always pull back when things feel tough for you. I’m sick of it, why can’t you just tell me the reason? Are you worried I’ll laugh or something? You know me better than—“

“It’s not that!” He exclaimed looking down at her. Running his free hand through his pink hair he shakes his head. “I know you wouldn’t do that, you’re too nice for that. Too nice for me,” he whispered.

“Don’t say that, you’re an amazing guy Bax…not many are like you. You don’t have to tell me about the tattoo just please don’t shut me out. It’s like ever since you moved to Shorehaven you’ve been reluctant to even message me.”

The way in which she was pouring her heart out to him left a sour taste in his mouth. Sitting beside him was the girl he grew to like quite a lot before having to leave. Tweaking his ear with his fingers he looks anywhere but at her. “I—it’s not your fault. I just thought if I avoided you it would make things easier.”

“Make what easier?”

“The fact that I like you and even if I were to tell you I’d find a way to fuck it up like I do everything else.”

The confession made the air around them feel heavy. It wasn’t like him to openly admit his feelings. But then again he had changed since moving away from Queensland. “Bax. Actually listen to me, I want you to know that what happened wasn’t your fault. You were drunk, we were all raging and someone dared you to do it. What you did wasn’t the reason you all had to leave, you know this. I don’t blame you and neither do the others. You’re a great guy,” she spoke calmly as she still held onto his hand.

Looking at her he let out a sigh, “I know that but it still feels like I had a part to play. Even if it wasn’t my fault I still fucked up. The second I got here I messed things up for my new team. I just think I’m causing myself problems.”

“You only think that because you’re so used to taking the blame. I promise you, you’re not at fault and it may take you a while to believe that. But trust me I’ll never blame you for things I know you didn’t mean to do.”

Leaning forward slightly his forehead rests against hers. His bright blue eyes searching her eyes for a hint of falsity. He found none but still he inquired, “promise?”

Raising his pinky he holds it out for her, keeping her forehead to his she locks hers around his. “I promise.”

Moving away from her he smiles keeping his pinky hooked with hers.

“Oh and Bax, I like you.”