#Pro Fish Challenge

[zelly-raptor]

06-10/05/2025: Vanishing Fins Mermay day 02- Daintree Rainbowfish.

For this Mermay prompt we see the return of Jess, a Merm I drew for last year's Mermay Art challenge. She's found a hidden underwater cove where Reina, the last of the Rainbowfish tribe Mermaid is in a state of Suspended animation. Jess Is curious to find out if there are any other members of the Rainbowfish tribe out there... Surely Reina can't be the only one!?

The Daintree Rainbowfish is a critically endangered fish that lives in the Clear streams in the Cooper and Hutchinson creek systems of the Daintree lowland Rainforest streams in Queensland, Australia. Because of it's small population, water pollution and climate change, this species is threatened with extinction.

[z2z-gaming-and-random-art-ai]

Console Sports Games of 1994 - Compilation Part 17

Compilation of sports games released on consoles in 1994, this compilation is part 17 of 20 and features The Pro Yakyū Super '94 for the TurboGrafx CD, The Sporting News Baseball for the SNES, Tiny Toon Adventures Acme All-Stars for the Sega Genesis, Tiny Toon Adventures Wacky Sports Challenge for the SNES and TNN Bass Tournament of Champions for the SNES,

0:00. Intro 0:15. The Pro Yakyū Super '94 09:32. The Sporting News Baseball 19:50. Tiny Toon Adventures Acme All-Stars 30:37. Tiny Toon Adventures Wacky Sports Challenge 36:17. TNN Bass Tournament of Champions 43:33. Outro

For Other Compilation videos check out this playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CEjFei9KXJ8xDIChQB8WLJd

[justaz]

fake dating!arthur panicking after being cornered by a princess/noblewomen and saying that merlin is his husband bc he was the first person he thought of bc he doesn’t want to court or marry this woman, he wants to marry merlin. so now the two of them have to keep up this charade while visiting/being visited. arthur dressing merlin in fine clothing and crowning him for feasts just as merlin has always crowned him but now they sit side by side at the table instead of him sitting and merlin standing a few feet away. arthur and merlin holding hands and linking arms and trying not to seem to eager to finally have an excuse to hang off the other. everyone getting tipsy enough on wine and relaxing from Queens and Kings to people that happen to be royalty and speaking freely, them asking merlin and arthur how they fell in love bc wtf the king of camelot married a fucking servant??? a peasant??? and merlin (lightweight, finally had access to alcohol all evening instead of standing sober for an hour) engages easily enough and tells the story of how they met and then when he first started to catch feelings which is entirely truthful but arthur is convinced he’s making it up for their ruse so he decides to match his energy and tell his side of things of when he first caught feelings which is again entirely truthful but merlin is convinced its for their ruse.

anyways arthur watches as merlin loosens up and lights up the room with his smile and eyes and his joyful energy and he’s captivating everyone in the room as they hang onto every letter his lips spell out and he starts to imagine it’s all genuine, that he truly is married to merlin and this was a feast to celebrate them and their union. merlin speaks of how their courtship, engagement, and marriage was rather sudden (his eyes glitter mischievously when he looks over at arthur as he says this and arthur can’t help but share a conspiratorial grin at his sly comment) and how he feels like a fish on land or like everyone else knows the dance, when to step, where to step, how to step yet he didn’t even know there’d be music playing, he talks of how he feels out of place and one of the royals is like “do you regret your marriage then?” and merlin is slow to answer but not because he’s unsure but just bc he’s thinking over a reality in which he does marry arthur and how he would feel in that position.

he finally answers and is like “i mean to say, everything is different and challenging, yes, but he’s been with me every step of the way. he’s been my rock and,” he turns his head to stare at his king, “he makes it all worth it.” and arthur looses his breath. he reminds himself its an act over and over again but his heart can’t help from pounding against his ribcage in an attempt to escape into merlin’s soft hands. merlin’s lips aren’t moving but he can hear his voice say something softly but his brain is too foggy to comprehend what he’s saying. arthur just about manages a shaky smile and nod and then merlin is reaching up toward his face and crowding in and then he’s kissing (kissing) arthur in front of everyone and arthur can’t pay any attention to that when merlin’s lips are pressed against his. just as he presses back, merlin pulls away and turns to smile at the other royals and the feast continues but arthur is barely aware of that bc he can’t pull his eyes away from merlin’s glowing profile as he continues his conversation with the rest of the royals

anyways merlins knowledge of royal duties is from watching arthur work through it and helping where he can so when they ask him what it was like jumping from a servant to a royal he has a great answer of it not being easier or harder but just that he faces a different set of challenges and that there are pros and cons to both lives and it just gives all these royals another perspective on how they rule and arthur is just sitting there giving him heart eyes bc merlin is literally acting like a royal and its just fueling his fantasy of being married to merlin and having him as his king. before their ruse, he considered the possibility often as a late night fantasy, but now that he’s seen a glimpse of what merlin would be like at his side, he can’t help but need it like he needs air

[rainrot4me]

what do ya think the creeps ideal date is? like, if they took someone out on a date, where would they go? what would happen?

✦ . jeff the killer

Abandoned Amusement Park Picnic.

Jeff acts like he doesn’t care about dates. “Why waste time?” he says, but then drags you to a rotting amusement park at midnight with two gas station sandwiches and a flask of… something.

He’ll push you on the broken swings, dare you to climb the rusted Ferris wheel, and act like it’s all a joke—until he catches you laughing.

“You got a cute laugh. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna say it twice.”

If he gets brave enough, he’ll lay beside you on the carousel platform, point out fake constellations, and fall asleep with his hand loosely in yours.

✦ . ticci toby

Midnight Drive + Roadside Firepit.

Toby’s ideal date is hopping in an old truck and driving until the road runs out. Windows down. Static-filled music. Snacks in the back. Rambling about anything and everything while the breeze tassels your hair.

He’ll pull off into a clearing, build a fire, and sit with you under the stars. No pressure to talk—just him quietly listening, sometimes dozing off against your shoulder.

“This’s good. You make the quiet not so… bad.”

He brings you a hoodie. You don’t know whose it used to be. It’s yours now.

✦ . eyeless jack

Stargazing on a Hospital Emergency Lift Rooftop.

Jack picks you up after dark and leads you through the back of a crumbling hospital. At first, you’re sure he’s joking—but he leads you up to the roof, where he’s set out a threadbare blanket, two mugs of something warm, and a notebook full of constellations right in the middle of the big red H.

“The sky here’s never clear, but tonight it’s good. I wanted you to see it. This is the highest place I know of.”

He lets you lean on him. Reads to you. Lets you trace the scars on his hands with your fingers. And when the sky starts to lighten, he kisses your wrist and says you make the nights less heavy.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Secluded Lakehouse Getaway.

Tim’s date is quiet. Just you, a hidden cabin, a full thermos, and a view of the lake where fog rolls in like smoke. He brings books. A record player. Maybe a knife or two.

He won’t say “I love you,” but he’ll carve your initials into the dock and let you wear his jacket.

“If you want… I could teach you how to shoot. Or fish. Or we could just nap on the couch.”

He loves the silence you share more than anything else. You bring him peace. You’re his calm in the madness.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Vintage Theater + Diner at 2AM.

Brian takes you to an old theater with flickering lights and dusty red seats. You catch him watching you more than the movie. The rolling projector is hardly working, but you get the idea of the movie.

Afterward, you walk through town until you find a 24/7 diner where he lets you steal his fries and talks to you like there’s no one else in the world.

“You’re the only person I’d spend this much time with. That means something.”

He drives you home in silence, knuckles brushing yours on the gearshift. Soft rock on the radio. You kiss him goodnight before you’re even out of the car.

✦ . kate the chaser

Night Hunt + Post-Violence Stargazing.

Kate’s idea of a date involves adrenaline. She brings you on a hunt—lets you watch her work, fierce and silent and terrifyingly beautiful.

But once it’s over? She lays beside you on the grass, covered in blood and starlight, hand in yours.

“You’re the only person I don’t mind bleeding next to. That’s love, right?”

She’s blunt. Violent. But honest. You see parts of her no one else does in those quiet, post-chaos moments.

✦ . ben drowned

Arcade Lock-In.

Ben rents out a whole arcade (or hacks it open—who’s asking?) and challenges you to everything.

He trash talks like a pro but lets you win just often enough to keep you smug. When your hands brush reaching for the same token, he gets quiet.

“Hey��� you’re better than I expected. I mean it.”

The night ends in the dark with neon lights flickering over his face, your head on his shoulder, and some ancient game droning in the background while he just… watches you. Softly. Like you’re the best prize he’s ever won. You steal all the prize-table’s items at the end, though.

✦ . clockwork

Rooftop Rooftop Rooftop.

Clockwork finds the highest rooftop in the city and brings you there with a blanket, speakers, and a flask of good whiskey.

She opens up slowly—telling you about the people she used to be, the time she used to keep, and the moments she wishes she could stop.

“You make me wanna slow down. That’s nice.”

At some point, she dances with you under the stars. No music needed.

✦ . laughing jack

Carnival of One.

LJ builds a makeshift carnival in the woods. No joke. Rides made of shadows. Cotton candy that tastes like your favorite memories. Games rigged to make you laugh.

It’s chaotic, insane, magical. And at the heart of it, he watches you—like you’ve given him color again.

“This whole place is yours tonight. Smile, darling. You look best that way.”

At the end, he leads you to a tent of stars, kisses your knuckles, and disappears when you blink—just to make your heart race.

✦ . slenderman

Garden of Silence.

Slender takes you to a place that exists only between worlds. A garden filled with impossible flora, untouched by time. They smell like nostalgia and your mom’s perfume from when you were little.

There are no words. Just warmth.

He lets you sit in his presence, read in his lap, rest beneath the soft hum of existence. If you reach for his hand, he gives it. No hesitation.

You feel the ancient affection in every breath of wind.

It’s the most peaceful you’ve ever felt. You never want to leave.

꩜ .ᐟ

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 15

"C'mon. Say, Dada!"

"...Boom!"

Katsuki face-palmed, dragging his hand over his face. He sighed deeply. "Kid. That was cute for about a week. Now its time for something different." He said, Katsumi in her high chair. She had tofu cubes, mashed into her bib and hands. She squeezed another with a squelch; whispering, 'boom.'

He sighed again. "Alright." He scooped some of the mess she made off the high chair table with a tiny spoon. "Open up. We don't mess around with food." He went to spoon feed her.

Apparently, Katsumi didn't get the memo.

She swung her hand out, and the spoon went flying out of his unexpecting hand. He could only stare as the spoon arched high in the air, and scattered tofu across the floor and walls as it landed.

He blinked, stunned for a moment. He stared at his hand, then her. "...HAAAH??" Katsuki exclaimed, his face twisting to disbelief.

"BOOM!!" Katsumi threw her dirty hands up in the air. More tofu slung onto the kitchen wall and floor.

And (of course), on Katsuki's clothes, hair and face.

She squealed, laughing.

His eye twitched.

"Oh, I see." His face twisted into a devious grin, the kind he wore when he was about to fight. "You're challenging me, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight; is that it?"

She giggled, clapping. Katsuki chuckled darkly.

"Tch. Alright. You asked for it." He began to activate his quirk, holding up his hand. "Open up, kiddo-I'm pullin' out the big guns now...."

Kirishima entered the kitchen, hanging up his phone. "So Mina just called me, the girls are still at the mallllWHAT ARE YOU DOING BRO!?" Kirishima nearly dropped his phone in horror at the sight before him. Tofu and tiny bits of fish littered the floor and walls surrounding Katsumi's high chair. She and Katsuki had it all over themselves. It looked like Katsuki was about to blow up his child, hand out and palm glowing bright orange.

"What?" He turned, annoyed at him interrupting. Katsumi clapped her hands and bounced in her seat.

Kirishima looked horrified. "We're supposed to be on baby duty! I get parenting is hard sometimes but blowing up your child is not the answer!"

"HAH!? I WASN'T GONNA BLOW UP MY OWN KID!" He cried out.

"Boomboombooom!!!" Katsumi screeched.

Katsuki turned to her. "Not the time, ya little firecracker." He deadpanned.

Kirishima looked confused. "Then...why are you getting ready to fire off?"

Katsuki sighed, exasperated. "Just watch, Shitty hair." He held up his palm. Little harmless sparks popped, and Katsumi's mouth opened in awe.

"Oooooo." She cooed, carmine eyes wide as her hands clapped. As she had her mouth open, Katsuki quickly spooned the tofu into it. She closed her mouth automatically, chewing the mashed tofu, still distracted by the tiny firework display in her father's palm.

"See? Distract, and then..." he did it again, "...boom." He said, as he got another spoonful into her mouth.

Kirishima was quiet for a moment. He then barked out a laugh. "Hah! That's genius, dude! Only you would figure out how to use your quirk like that."

Katsuki looked smug as he looked back at Kirishima. "Yeah. I know. 'Cause I'm good at this shit."

"Shhit!" Katsumi slurred out, tofu oozing out of her two top baby teeth.

The two slowly turned to her, eyes wide.

Oh shit.

"...Shit!" Katsumi said again, clearer.

Katsuki slapped his forehead, sparks and all. "Of all the-thats the word you halfta pick up on!?" He groaned. Kirishima held in a laugh, his eyes tearing as he struggled. "Yer supposed to say 'Dada'! Not...that!"

Kirishima had one hand on his stomach, the other cupping his mouth. He was struggling to hold in his laughter. "Dude, first-first 'boom' and now...shi-"

"Don't say it!" Katsuki interrupted him, but of course, Katsumi said it again- rather jubilantly.

"Shit!" She squealed, fists clenched as tofu squished out her tiny hands.

Kirishima couldn't hold it in anymore, and began to belly laugh, leaning on the kitchr counter, pounding the marble.

Katsuki looked defeated.

In all his years, he never thought he would be vanquished by...a baby girl.

Or specifically, his daughter.

"I give up." He huffed, slumping against the kitchen wall, Kirishima's hyena laughing and Katsumi repeatedly saying her new favorite word on repeat echoing through the apartment. "(Y/n)'s gonna kill me." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm going to kill you." You said through clenched teeth, your daughter repeating the new word. You had just gotten home from a small girl's day with Mina and Kirishima and Katsuki were supposed to be watching the little baby.

Well.

You stared at the two men, one looking like a mess, the other barely holding in his laughter. Mina was struggling to hold in her own, and you shot her a look. She cleared her throat instead.

"Well...shes definitely your kid, Bakugo!" Mina said, her voice wavering from restrained giggling. Katsuki clicked his tongue, looking away.

"Shit." Katsumi said quietly in his arms, Katsuki wincing slightly. He could feel your gaze boring into him.

You rubbed your temples, and sighed.

Setting your bags down, you held out your hands. "Give her to me." You commanded.

Katsuki quickly gave her to you, no protests whatsoever. He backed up, and you narrowed your eyes. "I don't think I need to guess as to who she learned that word from?" You said, still looking pointedly at your husband.

"It was a fuc-" you cut him off with a noise, and he clammed up.

"You want her to learn more colorful words??" Your voice strained, barely containing your rage. Kirishima's restrained laughter stilled, his humor gone. He knew when to sober up.

Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off mother.

"Oooh, wow. Uh, would you look at the time!" Kirishima looked at his wrist, no watch in sight. "I got that...thing I gotta do!"

"Omigosh, so do I! Let's go, uh...do our things together!" Mina said, turning around and slipping her sneakers back on. "Laters, all! C'mon, Kirishima! To the thing!"

"Yes! Lets!" Kirishima quickly went to the genkan as well before Katsuki could say anything. "See you (Y/n), Katsumi and...Bakugo...I hope." He added the last part quietly.

You stared at the blonde as the two left abruptly, apartment door clicking in place. He looked everywhere but her, his face trying to show indifference.

As the door shut behind them, it grew eerily quiet, save Katsumi's cooing.

Katsuki finally broke the silence with a huff. "Look, it was an accident-"

You held up a hand. Your face twitched.

Katsuki steeled himself for a major freak out, his hands flexing nervously.

And then....

You snorted. "Oh my god..." you began to softly chuckle, then laugh loudly.

He blinked.

Were you laughing??

"O-oi, what're you-"

"I knew it." You said between laughs. "I knew she was gonna learn a curse from you at some point. Didn't think it'd be this early though!"

He looked at you. Your laughing soon got him to start, hesitant at first-then full on laughter coming deep from his chest. You both were nearly in tears, Katsumi clapping her hands in delight.

"Shit!" She said, smiling.

"I'll say!" You cackled. You ruffled her hair, and wiped your eyes.

You both looked at eachother, laughter dying down and faces flushed.

"I love you, Kats." You said, out of breath but smiling softly. He smiled back, a small smile you rarely saw from him.

"Love you too, ma." He said quietly.

There was a beat of silence as you collected yourselves.

"So...you aren't mad?" He asked.

"Oh, no-I'm mad. But honestly, I saw it coming." You grinned. He folded his arms and pouted, looking away.

"Y'make it sound like I'm a delinquent."

"You kinda are."

"HAH!?"

"Shit!" Katsumi seemingly agreed.

"You're serious?" You exclaimed into the phone. "Its that much yen!?"

Ordering a cake for a birthday party was never so annoying. "Why that much?" You asked, hand on your hip.

"Well, ma'am-a cake that delicate-"

"Its a tiny baby cake. For her to destroy. I'm not asking for a four-tiered wedding cake." You deadpanned. The woman on the other line scoffed.

"Regardless; we pride ourselves in making the most excellent, high quality baked goods-"

Nah. You hung up, huffing. You weren't about to hear a scripted and pretentious response for a glorified cupcake. "Charging 80,000 yen for a tiny cake-ridiculous." You tossed your phone down onto the kitchen island. Katsuki strolled into the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel. He slung the towel over his shoulders and looked over at you.

"Bath's still warm." He said, and then frowned. "Who pissed in your cereal?"

"Y'know that bakery-the one that one Momoyao reccomended?" You folded your arms. He nodded, eyebrow cocked as he slung the towel over his shoulders.

"Yeah?"

"They wanted 80,000 yen for a small baby cake." You grumbled. His eyes nearly bugged out.

"What the hell!?" He cried out. "Screw that, call Sato! He can make a baby cake and some other shi-er...stuff!" He caught himself before he said that word. You frowned.

"I really don't wanna make one of the guests bring food." You said, sighing. "Plus, he's been getting more sidekick work with Wash... And he just opened up that bakery of his own."

"Exactly! Get him exposure. Hell, I'll call 'em right now!" He dug through his jogger pockets and scrolled through his contacts. You shook your head.

"Katsuki, he might be too busy to-"

"If its for his niece, he'll do it." He mumbled, holding the phone up to his ear. "Now shut up and let me handle it."

Your heart melted. This was one of the first times he said anything about one of your old friends being an honorary uncle.

Progress? Maybe.

"Oi, sweet tooth! Need you to make a few things." He said, in his usual brash manner-leaving no room for discussion. You withheld a groan of frustration.

Of course.

He could never ask politely.

You frowned. Why did you even think of asking Momo for cake reccomendations??

The woman practically bathed in imported waters from the Alps and thought Gucci was casual wear.

Well, she was sweet though. Unlike the bakery she recommended.

"Done." You heard Katsuki say, pocketing his phone. "He said it would be his birthday present to Katsumi."

"Really?" You were roused from your thoughts. "That easy, huh?"

"Yeah. I dunno why you thought asking Ponytail for cake recommendations was a good idea."

"Honestly, I thought she might know a nice place..." you sighed.

He scoffed. "Yeah, and the girl practically thinks Gucci is casual."

"Right!?" You said, smacking the counter. He chuckled.

"Just...don't be afraid to ask for favors-especially when it comes to our kid, alright?" He tousled your hair as he walked to the fridge. "People love her. And you." He yanked it open, the cool air hitting his face.

"And you." You added. He scoffed again.

"Yeah, like they love a hemorrhoid." He muttered sarcastically, pulling out a bottle of water.

"Katsuki!" You laughed, "thats not true!"

He unscrewed the cap, and looked at you. "Oh yeah?" He said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, they love you like...they love that one disgruntled elderly uncle that complains about everything."

"Thats a stupid comparison." He deadpanned. "And did you just call me old?"

You shrugged. "I'm just saying..."

"C'mere. I'll show ya who's old-" he set the bottle down, looking menacing as he stalked towards you. You squealed, running out of the kitchen.

"No!!" You half whined half laughed as he raced after you. "Loser has to make dinner!" You went behind the kitchen island.

"Loser?!" He hopped over it. "How is this even a game?!" He tackled you to the floor with a grunt. You squealed again.

"Katsuki!" You giggled. "Gonna get me concussed!"

"Nah," he nuzzled your neck and huffed. "I know how much you can take, (h/n)." He smirked, and your heart fluttered. You blushed.

"That shouldn't make me blush." You huffed. He chuckled lowly, raising his head up from your neck.

"Wanna do something about it?" He asked, the timbre of his voice sent a familiar zing up your smile.

"Oh, you know I would..." you trailed off. He frowned a little.

"But...?"

"You're still on my shit list." You booped his nose and he rolled his eyes.

"C'mon. I didn't think she'd say it!" He squeezed you a little tighter. "Plus, you just said it!"

"Yeah, and shes napping. So..." you took one finger, pushing against his forehead. "Begone, temptation."

He nudged your hand away like a bug and made a disgruntled noise. "Ah, shut it....callin' me the temptation? Get real." He got up off you, albeit slowly. You smirked as you sat up.

"Sorry, babe. But I gotta punish you somehow." You grinned, and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure babe. Sure." He smirked.

((Sorry for another short chapter. Party will happen in the next one!))

[doumadono]

name for order: katsuki bakugo

order: cup of raspberry and mint ice cream, please!

(for the AU: just f! reader being katsukis pro hero wife. :) )

Warnings: smut w/o plot, oral (m receiving), creampie, fem!reader, established relationship

Synopsis: after a long shift, you help Katsuki relax

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Dynamight sat on the edge of the bed, removing his costume piece by piece. His muscular chest glistened with sweat from a long day of fighting crime. 

You, his loving wife and fellow prohero, couldn't help but admire his powerful physique as you watched him from the corner of the room, slowly taking off your combat boots. As a prohero yourself, you understood the challenges and stress that came with the job. You knew exactly all the stress he needed to unwind, and you were more than willing to provide it.

Slowly, you approached your hubby, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscular back. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "I want to help you relax," you whispered, your fingers running through his short, spiky hair. "You worked hard today," your lips brushed slowly against his nape.

Bakugo tensed for a moment before relaxing into your touch after a cold shiver ran down his spine. "I'm tired but fine," he rasped. 

Smiling, you began to massage his shoulders, your fingers working expertly on the knots and tension built up from a long day of hero work. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of everything. You just focus on relaxing, okay?"

Bakugo let out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure. You continued your ministrations, moving down his back and to his toned arms. As you worked on his muscles, Bakugo's breathing became heavier, and you could see the bulge growing in his pants. Smirking, you decided it was time to take things to the next level. You knelt down in front of him, your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. Looking up at him, you asked, "May I?" 

Bakugo's only response was a low growl, and that was all the permission you needed.

Slowly, you opened his zipper, and fished his partially hard cock.

Bakugo's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as he let out a soft moan. 

You took his cock in your hand, feeling its heat and its weight. Leaning forward, you ran your tongue along the length of his shaft, causing Bakugo to let out a loud groan. You took your time, teasing him with your tongue and lips. You licked and sucked on his cock, your hands massaging his balls and resting against his thighs whenever you needed support. You bobbed your head up and down, your mouth working his cock expertly. 

Katsuki's hands tangled in your hair, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a steady pace. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he claimed. "I love seeing you on your knees, just for me."

You could hear the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tightly around your husband's shaft and his very heavy breathing filling the room.

"Fuck," Bakugo groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. 

You responded by sucking harder, your hand moving faster. 

Katsuki let out a loud groan as he came, his cum filling your mouth. 

As a good girl you were, you drank it all, your throat flexing as you swallowed every last drop. Then, you stood up and swiftly removed your own uniform, then slid Bakugo's uniform pants down his legs to keep them from getting dirty.

Bakugo watched you with half-closed eyes, his gaze filled with desire and hunger, tinged with a hint of fatigue. "You're fucking beautiful, Y/N," he stated with his raspy voice, and his cock twitched, quickly getting hard again. His stamina never failed to impress you.

You mounted his lap, your pussy hovering just above his erection. 

Katsuki's hands guided you down onto him, his cock sliding easily into your wetness. 

"Fuck!" You moaned with pleasure when he filled you completely, your hips rocking against him as you began to ride him. "My handsome husband," you whispered against his lips. "I love you."

Katsuki's hands gripped your hips tightly enough you could be sure he left bruises there, guiding your movements as you rode him harder and faster. "I love you too, princess," he panted before gasps of ecstasy.

You could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breasts pressed against his sweaty chest as you kissed him deeply after leaning forward.

Katsuki's hands moved to your ass, squeezing and massaging it as you continued to ride him like there was no tomorrow.

Your orgasm was building fast, and you could feel Katsuki's getting closer too. 

His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as you came, screaming his name. You could feel Katsuki's cock pulsing inside you as he reached his own climax as well, emptying his balls deep inside your wetness. "Fuck," he grunted lowly, giving your ass a rough slap.

You gradually ceased your movements, allowing him to remain nestled within your drenched pussy as you shared a slow, lingering kiss. "I suppose we both could use a shower. Today's patrol was quite demanding, after all."

Bakugo's hands gripped the meat of your ass firmly. "Yeah, just don't think you can just have your way with me that easily. Now it's your turn to relax. A shower sounds like a great idea though."

[sweeterthanficstion]

— coast2coast (pt. one) || l.s.k

pairing: life guard!leon kennedy x surfer!fem!reader

tags: surfing au! set in malibu, 1998, i wrote this with re2 leon in mind but re4 leon works too, featuring claire (and chris in later parts!), UNEDITED!! so far only fluff (unheard of...) i'll add as i go!

oh actually, my shitty attempt at knowing anything about surfing despite learning everything through youtube, google and malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid (what started this whole thing). i am NAWT a pro --- so if any of you guys actually know a thing or two abt surfing hit me up!!! i'd love to learn more!

summary: Summer is a fickle thing, sticky-sweet and fleeting, gone before you're ready. You've learnt to love it while it lasts. For you, every summer has been the same—surf, sand, salt-water tides and the hot Malibu breeze. But this summer brings a new sort of challenge, a spotlight your not so sure you're ready for, as well as a boy with golden hair, eyes as blue as the waves, and a way of making your heart rattle between your ribs like it’s desperate to break free.

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a/n: AHH HI! i'm so excited to post this one!! it's currently summer here in australia and i've been down at the beach nearly every weekend, so it was only inevitable that my fixation on surfer!leon came back full force. i have this big story all set up in my head, but i was too excited to wait to finish writing it so i'm posting it in parts!! ++ oh also i had no idea corral beach was an actual place in malibu so my version is fictionalised. just. take everything in this fic with a grain of salt i have no idea what im doing lol

i also thought it'd be really fun idea since i'm so busy nowadays, that if you guys are interested at all, you can send in little ideas for blurbs for surfer!leon, and i'd love to write them! i'll figure out ways to fit them into the story, just as little extras, but obviously no promises on writing all of them!! i'll likely just pick the ones i think fit best into the plot. i just think that'd be AWESOME!! <3

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California is exactly how you’d left it. Exactly how you remember it. Nothing has changed between the sand beneath your toes and the palm trees lining the scorching hot tar roads, their shadows stretching long and thin like sleepy cats in the afternoon sun. The salt-kissed air wraps around you, sticky and warm, a gentle reminder that time moves slower here. Or maybe it doesn’t move at all. 

That’s the thing about California. A time capsule—sun, sand and sky.

June, July, August, Summer melts in your mouth like a sticky popsicle, one into the next, so quick you forget what it tastes like before it’s even passed.

No matter where you are in the world, what waves you're chasing, whether it be in Oceania, the Pacific, the Atlantic, summer melts, fickle and eager.

You’ve learnt to love it while it lasts.

“Another fish and chips!” One of the waitress staff calls from the front—Bunny’s Seafood Diner has been around for as long as you can remember, a weathered little gem perched off the coast of Corral Beach, Malibu. A quick and convenient right turn off the PCH, it’s a lighthouse for road-tripping families and sunburned surfers chasing their next ride.

You flip the fryer around your wrist with a practised flourish, “On it!” You call back, before you dip the metal back in the bubbling oil, the familiar sizzle of golden fries accompanying the bustle of the late afternoon rush. The kitchen smells of salt and grease and the faint tang of fresh-caught fish, a scent so familiar it clings to your skin like a second layer.

Claire breezes past with lazy grace, bumping her hip against yours. “Heading to the surf after?” she asks, her grin as wide as the beach outside, like her mouth was made for holding sweet oranges on hot summer days. She’s balancing a seafood basket in one hand and a plate of fries in the other, weaving through the bustle with the ease of someone who’s done it a thousand times before.

“How’s the forecast looking?” You ask back instead, tossing the crispy fries into a basket lined with deli paper. 

“High tide in twenty,” Claire winks over her shoulder at you, side-stepping a counter corner like it’s second nature. “It’s gonna be perfect.”

You can’t deny that does sound perfect. After a shift as long as the one you’ve worked today, a surf might be all you need to feel alive again. You look back up at the foggy old clock on the wall—ten minutes left, five if you can sweet-talk your manager. You end up counting the minutes in your head, that familiar itch to feel the sand under your feet and the sun on your skin insatiable. 

By the time the clock hits four, you’re halfway out the door, ready to trade the smell of fried seafood for the briny tang of the ocean instead. Claire is hot on your heels, boards tucked under both your arms as she chases you across the tar road that burns under your bare feet, down the splintering boardwalk, and onto the powdered-sugar sands of Corral Beach.

The sun has already dipped far past it’s zenith, and the world feels washed in gold. Golden rays stretch out across shimmering waters, painting streaks of honey over the horizon, the heat settling into a balmy hum that sticks to your skin in a way you can only love.

You follow the shaded path of sycamore trees until the beach opens up to surfer’s paradise—a long stretch of sand, waves that swell and crash, aching to be carved into by hungry surfers. The path curves past a weathered wooden bulletin board, been there as long as you can remember, and you think it might be older than Bunny’s, if that’s even possible. 

“Wait!” Claire stops in her tracks, and you are helpless but to comply. Your eyes stay glued longingly to the beach while Claire’s squint at the array of flyers pinned up—some faded, some fresh. There’s a yoga class, a missing dog poster, and the usual surf report stapled to the corner, its ink smudged from damp fingers. But her eyes zero in on something bright and bold and new. 

“Here we go.” She plucks a flyer off the board, turning it toward you like she’s struck gold. The words Corral Beach Annual Surf Comp are printed in big, blocky letters, accompanied by a grainy photo of a surfer carving into a wave.

“Oh, no,” you groan, already shaking your head.

“Oh, yes,” Claire says, a grin spreading across her face.

Claire’s been singing the same song since you were fifteen and cutting through waves better than most kids your age here on Corral Beach. That you should be out there winning trophies and medals and 10k cheques instead of cleaning out the back of the greasy old fryer’s in Bunny’s. 

“C’mon, you have to do it!” She bugs on, waving the flyer around like some magic wand. 

You laugh, ducking under her arm as she tries to push it into your face. “Claire, come on.”

“I’m serious!” she insists, jogging to catch up with you as you head toward the water. “You’re out here every day. You’ve got the moves, the skill—everything they’re looking for.”

It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. You’ve been surfing since before you could walk. You’d grown up right here on Corral Beach, knew these waves better than yourself. You’d watched your parents chase waves like it was their religion—Bali, Costa Rica, Australia, it was their entire life. Something they loved that was inevitable for you to love too. 

“I’m just not the competition type,” you shrug, gaze drifting out to the waves curling in the distance. It’s not that you don’t want to—well, okay, maybe it is. The idea of standing out there, under the scrutiny of judges, crowds, and strangers, feels about as foreign as the first time you stepped onto a board. Surfing, to you, is about as religious as it is to your parents. An outlet, an art form, the ocean calms your restless soul when you need it most. Putting a score to something like that just doesn’t feel right.

“You’re one of the best surfers out here.” Claire presses, she does it so effortlessly. Poking and prodding, always enough but never so much as to push you over the edge. “Half the people in those comps are just there for a shot at a new wetsuit.”

You meet Claire’s gaze, hesitate, the memory of your dad paddling out at dawn or your mom teaching you how to duck dive flickering in your mind. “It’s not about that. My parents taught me how to surf before they taught me how to say mom and dad. They’d enter comps now and then, but it was never about winning. It was about the waves, the adventure.”

“And you don’t think that’s in you too?” Claire asks, raising an eyebrow as she shields her eyes against the sun.

“Maybe it is,” you say finally. “But that’s their story, not mine.”

Claire’s gaze softens for all of a second before she snorts, shoving your shoulder with her own. “You’re so full of it. You’ve got more talent in your pinky than most people out there. Just think about it, okay? It could be fun.”

You do nothing of the sort.

The second your feet are in the water, you forget all about the comp, all about your job and any other worries on your mind. Salt water seems to have that sort of effect on you. Wasting no time, both you and Claire paddle past the surf, straddling your boards in the ocean, watching as the other surfers before you take off one by one with each new wave that rolls in.

It doesn't take long before the first wave in a gorgeous set comes in, Claire’s all but primed for it. She takes off, gets into position, and pops up on her board, carving into it like it’s breathing. You follow suit as the next one comes in, and just like that, you fall into the rhythm of the ocean.

Wave after wave, you don’t stop until the sun is cotton candy pink, purple, gold. Most of the other surfers have dispersed by now, and Claire’s traded shredding the bigger waves for wading through the calm waters with her back pressed against the flat of her board. 

You, on the other hand, feel like fate is decidedly on your side. You watch as another set rolls in, the first crashing just out of reach. It peels exactly as you’d hoped, slowly to the right, so when the next one rolls in right after, you paddle with it, catch the feeling of the tide underneath you, and like it's simply second nature, get to your feet.

This is where you feel most alive. There is not a second to spare for the other noise in your head, not about the past nor the future nor anything in between other than right here and now. Nothing but the instinctual insistence of how much longer can you stay on? How much longer can you keep your balance? Lean left, right, forward. Better, longer, more, more, more.

And when you’ve finally completed your balancing act, you dance up to the nose, hovering there on the tip of your board, arms out to steady yourself like sails catching wind, and then you close your eyes and let the crash of the wave topple you off.

It’s only once you’ve resurfaced, board nowhere to be seen, that you realise you didn’t feel the familiar tug of the leash around your ankle. By the time you drag yourself to shore, breath heavy and hair clinging to your face, you see it—the measly cord trailing behind you, frayed and snapped clean.

You huff a sigh, not surprised. It had been old crap for a while now. So had the board, but it carried enough summers in its scars to mean something. A history you weren’t quite ready to part with.

Claire’s already gathering her things by the time you meet her on the sand, shaking out her towel and tossing it into her worn tote bag.

“What happened to your board?” she asks, her tone casual, but her raised brow suggests she’s caught the fraying leash.

You lift your ankle and let the cord dangle, the sad state of it all the explanation she needs.

She winces, offering you a sympathetic smile. “Ouch. Guess it’s finally time for a new one?”

It’s only when you’re halfway up the beach that you spot it again. Your board? Your board!

It’s leaning lazily against the base of a lifeguard tower, looking as though it had simply wandered off and decided to wait for you all this while. Relief blooms in your chest, and you call to Claire that you’ll catch up.

It’s only when you’re closer that you notice him.

He’s standing by the lifeguard tower, a red rescue can slung casually over his shoulder. Blonde hair catches the light, tousled and damp like he’s been in the water himself. His broad shoulders are framed by the white-and-red uniform shirt that looks a little too crisp for someone who spends their day in the sun.

You can tell he’s new. There’s a hesitation in the way he stands, like he’s trying to look comfortable in a place he hasn’t quite claimed yet. But there’s something magnetic about him, the way he surveys the beach with quiet curiosity, like he’s soaking in every detail.

And you don’t mean to stare, but you’re caught in the moment, the way he looks like he belongs there despite it all, carved from the same sun and salt as the beach itself.

You’re still staring when his eyes meet yours.

They’re blue, impossibly so, the kind of blue that reminds you of the water when it’s so clear you can see straight to the bottom, the kind of blue you could fall into and forget how to breathe. His mouth quirks into a smile—easy, natural, like he’s been doing it all his life.

For a heartbeat, the world shifts, tilts ever so slightly, like the two of you are caught in some half-remembered dream. Something stirs in your chest, familiar yet unnameable, like déjà vu soaked in sunlight. You freeze, caught like a fish on a line, just before his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he lifts a hand in a casual wave.

“Hey,” he calls out, his voice carries over the sound of the waves, warm and low, and you think there’s a hint of the coast in it—just not this one.

You blink, salt-sticky and sun-drunk, realizing belatedly that you’re still rooted to the spot. “Hey,” you manage, shifting your weight on your feet.

He doesn’t move, but his attention is all yours now, quiet and steady, as though nothing else on the beach exists, like you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Nice ride out there,” he says, nodding toward the water, his voice dipped in easy admiration. “That last wave—you made it look easy.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, unplanned but genuine, a flush to your cheeks at the notion of being watched and noticed. You hope he mistakes it for sunburn. “Easy? You sure you weren’t watching someone else?”

“Nope,” he says, the smile widening just a fraction. “Definitely you. The board gave it away.” He says, nodding towards the board that’s still propped against the lifeguard tower like a loyal dog.

“Ah,” you say, realising. “So it was you.”

He shrugs, sweet and boyish in his sincerity. “Figured it deserved better than drifting out to sea.”

You glance down at your battered shortboard, the paint long faded from years of sun and surf. The edges are chipped, and the wax is uneven, but it feels like a part of you. “Thanks,” you say, meaning it. “Guess I owe you one.”

And before you can really think it through, the words escape you all at once. “You surf?”

“Not like that,” he hums, tilting his head toward the waves. Not like you. “Still trying to figure out how to make it look as easy.”

“That’s how it starts,” you say, a grin pulling at your lips despite yourself. “You’ll get there.”

He shrugs, a bit sheepish. “We’ll see. I’m mostly here for this,” he hefts the rescue can with a crooked smile. “Started lifeguard training last week. Figured I’d better get to know the locals.”

“Locals, huh?” You arch a brow, a subtle quirk to your lips. “And I’m one of those?”

“Definitely,” he grins, his voice sure now, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“Like this is where you belong.”

The words hang in the air, sweet and sticky like the heat of the day. For a moment, you don’t know what to say.

“Well,” you manage, recovering with a nod toward the tower. “Welcome to Corral Beach. Try not to let it chew you up and spit you out.”

He laughs then, and it’s warm, golden—like sunlight filtering through the trees. “I’ll do my best.”

He steps back, making space for you to collect your board, though his gaze lingers, like he’s reluctant to go but knows he should. 

“See you around?” he asks, the question carrying a hopeful edge.

“Maybe,” you say, the word feeling light and easy as you turn toward the parking lot.

You don’t look back, but you feel his eyes linger, and it leaves a quiet sort of thrill in your chest, like the first rush of catching a wave.

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[zelly-raptor]

May 2024: Ciarra Mermay 2024 day 09 (?)

I'm abit confused now I've just noticed on the prompt list that day 09 has been missed out 🤔. And this is the prompt for day 10.. Oh well the prompt for that day is an Arowana fish which I've never heard of before but they have some Pretty scales...

And because I'm "Original" were going to call this Merm "Arowana" a Noble Mermaid Warrior! Armed with an Atlantean Spear weapon, She's being accompanied by a nameless Amphibian who by the way not Naked he's wearing see through pants 😁.

[innerfare]

Random Shanks Headcanons 

Summary: A random collection of Shanks headcanons

CW: None // SFW

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Has a fake arm that he uses for gags. Only he and Yasopp find it funny. Beckman once tossed the arm overboard after Shanks ‘lost’ the arm in a pot of Lucky Roux’s stew, only for Shanks to enter the mess hall the next morning with another attached to his body. 

Can do magic tricks, especially good with coins and cards. A very skilled sleight of hand artist. Also not above using these tricks to cheat while playing cards. (Inspired by the coin game w/ Luffy flashback). Cheating is the only way he can beat Beckman, who’s by far the best player on the crew. But he doesn’t even cheat to win, he just likes the thrill of getting away with it; also enjoys the thrill of getting caught. There was a rabbit loose aboard the Red Force for a solid month after the captain tried to learn how to pull it out of a hat.

The best beer pong player in the New World, probably the entire world. Would challenge all of his enemies to a game of beer pong to settle their disputes if he thought they would respect the results of the game. Good at drinking games in general (has a little too much experience).

Is an infamous gossip. If a member of the crew wants word to get out about something, they just mention it to their captain. 

Enjoys playing matchmaker. Always acts as a wingman for his crew when there’s a pretty bar maid. The only one he never tried to fix up with one of his crew mates was his darling Makino. 

Are soap operas a thing in the One Piece universe? Because if so, he has a favorite that he never misses an episode of (fights hardest on Thursdays so he can be home in time to catch the latest episode of Search for One Piece, a pirate drama based loosely on Roger’s life. He particularly enjoys the harlequin character). 

Loves meddling in any drama that comes up aboard the ship. Sometimes even starts drama just for entertainment, like the time he told Lucky Roux that he saw Limejuice sneaking steaks from the freezer, or when he robbed Beckman blind and left traces of a turkey leg at the scene of the crime. 

Thinks childish pranks are the funniest thing in the world. Pranks prospective crew members to see how they respond; screens them based on whether they find his jokes funny. Beckman insists this is not the best way to do things but Shanks persists. But Shanks isn't just being childish. He's making sure everyone who joins his crew has a good nature as that is, in his opinion, the most important thing. If you can't trust your crew, you're dead in the water.

Was definitely posing when the government snapped the photo for his wanted poster but pretends it was completely candid. Has a habit of comparing his wanted poster to the posters of his enemies.

He also uses his wanted poster to fish for compliments, especially from his crew. “That’s a pretty good picture, isn’t it?” “I don’t look half bad in that, do I?” “The real reason the marines are hunting me- the sight of my wanted poster makes their wives swoon.”  

Refers to himself as, “that handsome devil.” 

Smells like body odor and weed, but in a Matthew McConaughey kind of way (that is to say, it works for him). 

Animals and babies always like him. He insists the trick is to act uninterested. 

He is genuinely good-natured, but he definitely uses his sense of humor to disguise how terrifying he truly is. Is a pro at lulling people into a false sense of security. Definitely slouches on purpose to seem less intimidating.

Secretly paid off Luffy's "treasure tab" at Makino's bar. Didn't do it just to be kind to the poor kid but actually because he believed Luffy when he said he'd pay it back in full and did it to annoy Luffy a decade or two down the line. (When Luffy finally goes back to pay Makino and she informs him Shanks already did, Luffy blows a gasket.)

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[flowerandthesongstress]

complaints I've already seen about Coral Island, a new Indonesian kickstarter cozy game: the barman selling a ruined dish is an uncalled-for jab at restaurant workers! cats shouldn't hang out outdoors! eew, this woman shouldn't display her pregnancy stretch marks! where are all the kippot! why is everyone in such good shape! preposterous! this partially deaf character talking in caps lock is triggering me! no one in doctors without borders would be that tattooed, this dreadful representation is literal murder! no doctor would forget her paperwork at a library, for that matter! why is a japanese fisherman talking like a scottish pirate, this is inaccurate!

meanwhile in the game: I freed a stone statue from a magical underground prison and he put an enchantment on my hoe. his brother asked me if I liked figs is he flirting. my hippie boyfriend is heartbroken because his bucket-wearing pet duck is sick but shhh watching tv will heal him. last night when I talked to the outdoors cat she mentioned that she has a crippling fear of birds and thinks of getting therapy. a stem academic looks like a kpop idol and is getting enough sleep. he wears his astrophysics degree all over himself like a linguist would have worn alphabet necklaces, just to spite his dad but it's not working why is it not working ah shit it's working. mermaids hired me as a janitor. it's not pro bono I'm paid in diamonds. my neighbor is worried that his shiba inu went back to rejoin the mountain whence it came from. a turtle won't let me pass until I serve her spaghetti. I'm fighting capitalism with a literal scythe. the local blacksmith is asking my opinion regarding a legendary battle hammer and if it's worth the logistics hassle. it's been a year crabs are still dancing in celebration their zeal is admirable but their choreography could use some work. this giant monkey covered in two layers of meta wants to sell me a nostalgic souvenir. I know it because he sent me a polite letter. how many propaganda flyers can I fish out of this pond a challenge. I barged into a local lab and upended a barrel of seaweed over intricate circuitry now my flowers are five percent prettier. the scientist at the lab attached a mermish translator to my diving suit via the power of coffee. hold on I'm doing meal prep for next week let me finish putting ectoplasmic slime on okra

[whenmemorydies]

90s alternative rock, masculinity and The Bear

This post by @bbythurs got me thinking about The Bear's soundtrack, specifically its use of 90s alternative rock. Some thoughts below.

Chris Storer and I are very close in age, and going by the soundtrack choices for The Bear, grew up listening to very similar music. I came to grunge a few years after its heyday but when I did, I quickly became obsessed with these (mostly) white boys singing frankly about things like domestic violence, sexual assault, drug use, and mental health issues, and who seemed to revel in challenging traditional masculinity. Their hair was often long but usually not overly styled (or washed for that matter), they sometimes wore dresses, lipstick and eyeliner on stage (but were decidedly unglam about it), and they scribbled "PRO CHOICE" on their bare arms during prime time television performances (shout out to Eddie Vedder).

Kurt Cobain on the cover of The Face, September 1993.

Michael Stipe, who often played with gender in R.E.M.'s live shows, had also recently come out as queer (his words were, an "equal opportunity lech") during the promotional cycle for REM's Monster (the album featuring Sydcarmy's infamous "Strange Currencies"). Alternative rock in the 90s was full of folks who were challenging convention, including the necessity of traditional masculinity.

The irony is that so many of the people who listened to grunge were white guys who had no problem with traditional masculinity. These were the same guys who head-banged and dove in mosh pits to these songs but went home and beat on their partners, or perpetrated sexual assault while singing the lyrics to these songs. No one can control who consumes your art, even if some artists did try to (see Kurt Cobain's liner notes from Nirvana's Insecticide):

In contrast, it seems like Chris Storer (thankfully) got the correct memo.

Ever since watching the first episode of The Bear, it was clear to me that this show has plenty to say about masculinity: how its performed and weaponised (2x06 Fishes is a master class in depicting this on film), how its subverted (think: Emmanuel and Pete but also Marcus and Chester), how those who don't conform to traditional masculine archetypes - in even the most innocuous way, like being artistic - can be isolated and picked off, including by those who might love them the most (see: Carmy's treatment by many in his family), and how those who do perform traditional masculinity to a T, can still be decimated in its wake (see: alpha-male Mikey).

Hearing tracks like Pearl Jam's "Animal" and "Come Back", REM's "Strange Currencies" and "Oh My Heart", Radiohead's "Let Down", and Nine Inch Nail's "The Day The World Went Away" used in The Bear is incredibly nostalgic for those of us who grew up with these artists. Their inclusion in the soundtrack is also incredibly intentional (like everything to do with this show). This is the music that Mikey was likely listening to growing up and that Carmy would have heard his brother playing. This is also undoubtedly the music that Storer grew up listening to as well.

I love that in a show about a man who is coming into his own after years of toxicity and abuse - much of which was targeted at Carmy because of how he performed (or didn't perform) masculinity - that reference is being paid to this genre. And if it was the case that this was the music Mikey was listening to and, perhaps even playing for Carmy when they were kids, that Carmy would be able to go back and re-listen to these artists now and know, that despite Mikey's demons and his own relationship with masculinity, that his brother always loved Carm, just as he was.

Author's note:

Also if there is a temporary (because it has to be fucking temporary, you hear me lol) Sydcarmy break up/parting of ways, I'm gonna need Storer and Calo to soundtrack it with Pearl Jam's "Black" (the MTV Unplugged performance). I'll need Eddie Vedder growling/screaming "WE BELONG TOGETHER" over a close up of Carmy's distraught face as Syd walks away. I'm going to need to hear,

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life/I know you will be a star/In somebody else's sky/But why, why, why can't it be/Can't it be mine?,

over the end credits please.

[cherryfyre]

Speed Dating, Figure Eight Style

The sun dipped low over Figure Eight, casting a golden hue over the sprawling lawn of the Cameron estate. The event—hosted by one of the Kooks’ most prominent families—was as absurdly extravagant as you’d expect: a speed-dating competition, Kook-style. The twist? It wasn’t just awkward small talk. Participants would be paired up at random and forced to complete a series of ridiculous couple’s challenges. The grand prize? Bragging rights, free dinner at The Pearl, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon.

Martini!Reader had no idea why she was here. Technically, she wasn’t even supposed to be. But Pope and JJ thought it would be hilarious to infiltrate the event. While they snuck into the catering tent to swipe hors d’oeuvres, you were left to fend for yourself in a sea of Kooks, feeling every bit the fish out of water.

That’s when you saw him: Rafe Cameron, standing by the check-in table, radiating smug entitlement in his crisp white polo and tailored khakis. His sharp jawline tightened when his eyes landed on you.

“Great,” he muttered, running a hand through his perfectly-coiffed hair.

“Trust me, I’m not thrilled either,” you shot back, folding your arms.

It turned out, through some cruel twist of fate—or maybe just Kelce’s bad handwriting—you and Rafe had been paired together.

“Let’s make one thing clear,” he said, stepping closer. His cologne was annoyingly intoxicating. “I’m only doing this to win. Don’t get in my way.”

“Likewise,” you snapped, squaring your shoulders. “Try not to screw it up.”

The First Challenge: “Newlywed Trivia”

The first event was a rapid-fire trivia game where couples had to answer questions about each other, despite having just met.

“Alright, Cameron,” you said, grabbing a clipboard. “Let’s make this quick. Favorite color?”

“Blue. Yours?”

“Green,” you lied, just to make it harder.

The game began, and to your frustration, Rafe was ridiculously good at guessing. He nailed your fake favorite color, guessed your favorite season (“Summer. You look like the type who likes sunburns”), and even got your dream vacation right (“Italy? That’s so basic.”).

Meanwhile, you struggled to read him.

“Favorite hobby?” you asked, scribbling.

“Winning,” he said, smirking.

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re stuck with me.”

Despite the bickering, you somehow scored the highest points, advancing to the next round.

The Second Challenge: “Obstacle Course”

The obstacle course was set up along the Cameron property, complete with water balloons, rope swings, and a three-legged race section.

“Try to keep up,” Rafe said as the whistle blew.

“Oh, please. Don’t trip over your ego,” you shot back.

It was chaotic from the start. Rafe was fast—annoyingly so—but you were nimble, darting under ropes and dodging water balloons like a pro. When it came time for the three-legged race, things got… complicated.

“Stop pulling!” you yelled, nearly falling as Rafe’s long legs dragged you forward.

“Stop being slow!”

By some miracle (and a lot of yelling), you crossed the finish line first, collapsing into the grass, breathing hard.

“Not bad, Pogue,” Rafe admitted grudgingly, offering you a hand.

“Not bad yourself… for a Kook,” you replied, taking it.

The Final Challenge: “Trust Falls”

The last challenge was designed to test trust. One partner would be blindfolded and guided through a maze by the other.

“You trust me?” Rafe asked, tying the blindfold over your eyes.

“About as far as I can throw you,” you muttered.

“Cute. Let’s go.”

Surprisingly, Rafe’s guidance was steady, his voice calm as he navigated you through the maze. “Left. No, your other left. Watch the step. There you go.”

When you finally reached the end and removed the blindfold, you were face-to-face with Rafe, his smirk replaced with something softer.

“Not bad,” you said, brushing off your hands.

“You weren’t completely useless either,” he replied, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

By the end of the event, you and Rafe had somehow managed to win, much to everyone’s shock—and your own. The cheers and applause were almost drowned out by your mutual bickering as you accepted the prize.

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” you said, clutching the Dom Pérignon.

“Good,” Rafe replied, leaning in closer. “Because I definitely still don’t like you.”

But the way his eyes lingered on yours told a different story….

[shallowseeker]

THE LORE

I'm Shal.  I watched SPN off and on as a teen, but I didn’t join Tumblr or the fandom until late 2022, when I was bedridden due to a heart condition.

That’s when I started reading fics like american oracle by @handsliketruth & @whiskeyjuniper, The Black Dog Ache by @winchester-reload, and Redux by @valleydean... and I was hooked. Ficlets, meta, shitposts, the whole nine. (I'm still obsessed with all of these stories, if you care.)

⭐ Shal's fave re-readable Dean-Cas fics ⭐ (I need to update this so badly, but you folks keep poking me.) Anyway, I also have my bookmarks but they are forever a mess, and I keep my macaroni trash comfort porn in there, so read at your own risk.

Anyway, I'm happy to say that my heart condition is much more stable now, and I’m no longer bedridden, but I’m still on Tumblr and still having an amazing time!

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TAGGING / WARNINGS

I’m not anti-anything, but I have a real soft spot for imperfect characters. If they come across as too polished or boring, I love digging into their flaws and exploring their Achilles' heels. (For example, I’ve paralleled Lisa Braden’s struggle with understanding grief against Jody Mills’s deeper, lived understanding of it.)

Anything I think could be challenging or a bit of a downer, I tag with #complex at the beginning—#complex john, #complex sam, #complex dean, and so on.

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META

The meta-organization will go here... eventually. (I'm working on a #shal spn rewatch.)

Over the past couple of years, I’ve written a lot of opinions, some of which people still request. My meta tends to focus on later SPN seasons, with deep dives into Jack Kline—aiming to add variety to the ecosystem by highlighting the real, complicated Jack over the "fanon (toddler) stereotype."

A few people have called me TFW-positive, and I genuinely love Team Free Will, even when I'm mentally wringing their necks. My core focus is on Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack, Mary, and Rowena/the MacLeod family.

Side Goals: @spnwin-reader @wheretheloveisstored

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FICS

I post my fics on Ao3 under shallowseeker, and the new Tumblr page for them is here. (I post a lot of rapid-fire ficlets and ideas in my Tumblr posts, too.)

I write to improve my cognitive dysfunction, and I’m fascinated by religion and natural phenomena (avalanches, sinkholes, etc). My writing style has been described as chaotic, random, and weird—"like one long manic episode."

PSA: My meta thoughts = / = my fic. Sometimes fic is just me goofing off, or horny drivel, or melt-in-your-mouth cotton candy. Don't expect that My Thoughts (TM) will align with it. I reserve the right to be lame and incomprehensible. TY~

= O N G O I N G =

For your crimes against the most high (5 of 14) 

= C O M P L E T E D =

Blackout on the eastern seaboard (2/2)

Truth & despair (15/15)

Mirror, mirror (1/1)

I will not be diminished (1/1)

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OTHER STUFF

👬 pro-DeanCas (I have eyes) // 🤩 Mary stan //⭐ Jack stan // 📚 Sam / Donatello / Metatron-coded (and was told by a friend: Kevin Tran-coded)

My username @shallowseeker is a type of fishing lure, so I thought a Dean and Jack fishing theme would fit perfectly this time around!

[mi-i-zori]

A Tiny World - 2

CoD - 141 x Snail (OC/Fem!Reader)

SYNOPSIS : Stardew Valley time with Snail, Gaz and Price.

Warnings : None. But please read the Author’s Note below.

Author’s Note : Snail is an OC that can be read as a Fem!Reader - I do my best no to describe her too much, but may sometimes say that she’s small (height) and has long hair.

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

OC Masterlist

Main Masterlist

A Little Snail Under the Rain - Masterlist

Aside from Animal Crossing, Snail really likes playing Stardew Valley.

Actually, scratch that. She loves it.

She bought the guide to make sure her farm is as efficient as possible. She planned it all thoroughly, from the kind she chose at the very beginning, to the animals and crops she wanted the have, where she would put them, and so on.

She’s got a part of her land fully dedicated to mystic trees associated with mushroom logs, because it wouldn’t be her farm if she didn’t make a gargantuan amount of profit based on them mushies.

The chickens, ducks and dinosaurs are all on one side of the road situated at the bottom of her farm, while the cows, goats and pigs are on the other side. All the tools she needs to make cheese, mayonnaise and dried resources are placed right next to each other, not far from the ponds. All the products she makes are close to a selling box, so she can sell everything right after collecting it.

She’s working really hard to offer tons of void mayonnaise to Kroby so she can ask them to be her roommate. For now, she’s got a cat named Mochi that’s always sleeping on her bed and proudly wears a green top hat she got on St Patrick’ Day.

Believe it or not, Price loves to watch her play. The whole setting of the game reminds him of the time he used to spend at his grandparent’s farm in the English countryside, all those years ago. He remembers helping them with all kind of crops and animals, and running across their land and the nearby village with other children his age. Good, simpler times.

He also has to admit that the way she organises her findings in the museum by colours is extremely satisfying to watch. And seeing her get all excited when she finally finds something new to add to her collection is also pretty endearing.

She also got Gaz to play too !

They help each other out with their farm - they’ve become pros at it, at this point. Both their greenhouses are filled to the brim with ancient fruits, which immediately go into an army of kegs to be brewed into wine. They make plans on how to deals with the upcoming seasons together.

They also switch consoles to help each other with the tasks they like the least. Snail isn’t really fond of going into the mines - she’d rather enjoy the rainy days and go fish and forage all around the game. Kyle, however, enjoys doing challenges into the mine more that running around trying to look for resources. So they efficiently help each other to level up and fill the chests on their farms with everything they need, sprawled on top of each other on their beds in a comfortable silence.

They rule over every single event in the game.

And they absolutely love gossiping about the characters - to the point that other soldiers on base think they’re actually saying mad shit about real people.

They don’t bother correcting them. Their confused faces as they realise they’ve been talking about marrying or divorcing three people in the same week make it all worth it.

It gets a good chuckle out of the team.

[akitasimblr]

almost in her thirties and a couple of (unsuccessful) bachelorette challenges later, charlie harper is now older and… wiser? 🤔 maybe, but charlie, my first spare of the legacy, is gonna try her luck and apply to Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge by @honeytraits, wish her luck!

Young Adult (29)

She/Her

Lesbian

Outgoing - Childish - Self-absorbed - Happy Toddler

Communications Degree

Public Relations career 

San Myshuno

Bio: Charlie Harper is a captivating and vivid character - beautiful, spoilt, vain and irrepressibly witty.

She was a late kid, her mom was almost turning into her elderly days when Charlie came to the world! So yes, that is probably one of the reasons this beautiful girl got so spoiled - with two doting parents who were there to please her whims, she grew up to become a bit self-absorbed.

Luckily, she had her older sister Ruth, to call her back to earth when she started fishing for compliments with new acquaintances 🤭

Charlie loves everything social and invite her to dance and you won’t regret it, this girl knows her moves!

Charlie believes in love in all of its forms and she would certainly be very happy if she were to find her love in Modeste BC! Charlie has applied for other BC before, but no luck for her so far.

But she’s an optimistic by heart and most of all, she wants to meet new people, friends, connections, come on, after all she’s a public relations woman!

She has a communications degree and her alma mater is UBrite! She missed a world-famous celebrity aspiration opportunity, but she is a pro at making connections, networking, brainstorming, you ask! I think Charlie and Modeste may have many things in common ;)

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you and osamu as the feared champions of all you can eat restaurants

reader is in college and gender neutral | slight timeskip osamu and atsumu spoilers | you, a broke university student with a part time job and osamu working a crap job apprenticing under a fancy Tokyo chef who he hates. every day you and him bust your asses studying, working, and collapse into bed tired. but once a week, you'll abandon your assignments and osamu will be victorious off another dinner rush, and you and your boyfriend will dine like absolute kings at your favorite all you can eat sushi spot. flat fee, three hour time limit, no limitations on ordering, and of course, extra charge for any food uneaten. (Osamu likes the pressure to clear his plate) no water, no alcohol, not even the miso soup, just to maximize capacity Osamu's work in the kitchen means he knows what costs the most on the menu, so he always orders the best, and you and him will eat thrice your body weight in fish and still lie to the waiter and tell him it's osamu's birthday for the free dessert. (after the 15th time the restaurant starts ID-ing birthdays) each bite of food takes you one more step away from the grind of another hard week, and when you go out the two of you are just a happy couple with no cares in the world. no piles of homework, no exams, no bosses to yell at you, no rent to pay, you and osamu pretend you have absolutely no problems other than running this restaurant into the ground. afterwards, you and osamu cuddle up on your couch and promptly pass out while an episode of Kitchen Nightmares plays in the background and you and your boyfriend would've kept doing your weekly dates until the end of time, if it weren't for atsumu. he crashes your date night, drunk, after a bad loss couples with another failed situationship ("how do they not want me? I'm a pro athlete, and look at my hair!") in need of a win, atsumu challenges osamu to see who can eat more. this results in loud bickering, some crying from atsumu, osamu cheating, atsumu refusing to listen to you and trying to pull the free birthday desert, two broken plates, and a lot of fish eaten. at one point atsumu gets too full and leaves the restaurant to "take a digestion lap" and jogs around the block before coming back to eat. on the way home, atsumu leans too much body weight on his brother, causing them both to go crashing to the ground. A ring box tumbles out of osamu's jacket pocket, which he immediately scrambles to hide. (he'll later tell you he was carrying it around because there was no good place to hide it in your tiny apartment) You pretend not to have seen anything and fuss over helping atsumu back up, but the whole way home you can't stop smiling.

anyways, you, osamu and atsumu are officially banned from the restaurant by the head chef due to suffering too many damages in food expenditures. atsumu promises to use his fancy pro athlete money to pay for all the food and drinks at your wedding, and to pay for your anniversary dinner at a Michelin star restaurant for the next 5 years.

== hii omg i just rly wanted to try writing fanfic, i been like a ghost reader on here for a million years now! would love to chit chat if ur down! :^)