#sad. cant show how big she is

[re-discover-communication]

Grumpy Torchbearer

References below:

If you know who the artist of this last one is, do tell me so I can credit them

Also it's actually lighthouse keeper Josh from my fic

[its-no-biggie]

hey guys who was gonna tell me that bocchi the rock contained the single most autistic scene in anime history

[phagodyke]

i keep getting irrationally miffed at ppl 😐😐

[todayisafridaynight]

LIKEWISE I hope you enjoy the upcoming releases too and that the price tag on Gaiden's worth it! I know personally I'll enjoy them regardless lol, the worldwide releases have been Particularly Rough on localization but these have still been some of my favorite games. Sorry in advance for I will be the one saying unnecessary things (as I often am) though </3

Speaking of, I'm glad you're enjoying Kyouen!! Once Again I wish I didn't have Goldfish Memory so I could actually discuss but :) always look forward to your reviews :)

i wouldnt ever say anythin you say is unnecessary when you always have a lot of insight and purpose to what you say ♪(´▽｀)

AND YAYA im really enjoyin kyouen ! you were absolutely right in everyone being petty as hell LMAO im living for it tho (￣y▽￣)

[tealfruit]

it's really fuckin weird being, I guess, Good At Dealing With Grief while being around people who are just absolutely brokenhearted and wrecked. and having to be like Well Guess I'll Just Get Busy On The Business Stuff.

[ganondoodle]

(OC Lore and design time!)

(it got longer again ... sorry ... idk how to make things short, i just need to talk, but i guess if you can read the written stuff in the pic thats the barest bare bones of what i wrote here)

i was asked what new lore story stuff i had thought about that made me sad which i mentioned a bit ago, and while that is too hard to explain given all the missing context i thought i could at least talk about lore having to do with it :D

so, (Lord) Eadrya is one of my fav OCs (big blue lad, here a rough sketch in humanoid form) they are both one of if not THE most powerful demon alive and the most battle trained;

at the mid point of the story the demon world gets invaded by the celestials (the angel inspired things i talked about in the previous lore post with Xaror) and Shargon, as the king, should be their first and only frontline, but at this point his life is only being sustained by maschinery after being mortally wounded, he cannot fight (he realizes what is going on, rips himself off the maschinery to get at least his youngest child to safety, barely managing it before dying- the guardian, the demons god, takes over his body to attempt to fight against the celestials but cant keep itself alive long enough since its host is already dead) Eadrya takes the role of the frontline fighter (despite being very full of themselves and aggressive they care about their 'job' of protecting their own, also giving them the chance to show off just how strong they are); the fight was going well for them all things considered, but when the guardian activates it drains the power of all elemental lords (which Eadrya is one of, and since they have the most strength it also takes the most from them), so much so that they lose the fight and suffer deadly wounds (the worst being a spear through the chest made of a material that grows hard, root-like formations when in contact with demonic blood like a fungus but worse, also stopping any self healing processes) after the guardian falls apart it creates a huge shockwave of energy that stuns every living thing within a certain distance and possibly more-

Eadrya (in true demon form, so like a blue whale in size at least) was likely taken through an active gateway to the human world in a large tidal wave also created by the guardians fall; they wash up in the harbor of a small secluded village, the head of which is 'lady 13'; although never having seen a demon before and everyone being afraid (largely thinking its a strange hurt animal, only she suspected otherwise), they still gather all villagers to pull out the celestial spear, which is diffcult and brutal given that its already taken root, but the village lacked both knowledge and means to help any other way- doing so damaged their heart which is how they were able to collect samples of all three demonic blood types ('normal' -red like humans-, energy -essentially purely magic- and heartblood -highly concentrated energy only found within the heart of a demon and the only one to contain genetic material) (this is the start of Eadryas character arc, having to deal with the fact that their world is likely destroyed, them failing what they didnt think they could fail, having lost a battle so badly (even if not really their fault) for the first time and not knowing if literally anyone else has survived .. also being now stuck in the human world, which they dont like)

Lady 13 (placeholder name? stands for experiment 13) is a human that was tricked by demon hunters to enroll into a series of experiments trying to create hybrids of demons and humans, which they hoped would be powerful and easily controllable tools for their endeavours, though the two are inherently not compatible, they tried grafting body parts of demons on humans to make them compatible- all experiments failed except for her, more or less, though she never got to see the hybrid she carried and was then told it had died too, they threw her out believing she wouldnt survive much longer either and all such experiments were cancelled due to the high cost of human life, research material (demons are still rare) and upkeep with no successful results Lady 13 survived though (perhaps even via the pirates picking her up?) and she ended up living in said small village far away, hiding her half demonic body, though most know there soemthing 'wrong' with her (her being this tall when it doesnt fit the rest for one), only few know the full extent; she enjoys the life she has now, perhaps on the more poor side but safer and more loved than ever before; she largely lead the efforts to try and help Eadrya when they ended up in the harbor, though there wasnt that much anyone could do it was still enough- they leave immediately after waking up, but return after really having nowhere to go and struggling to deal with everything that has happened; over time (probably years) they start to open up towards the people there (though not .. very much) enough to get rather close with Lady 13 too- she actually falls madly in love but after Eadrya (extremely aro/ace) rejects all her attempts quite clearly she respects their boundaries

However, after hearing news of potential demon sightings Eadrya decides to leave in hopes of not being the last demon left after all; Lady 13 then decides to reveal her secret to them (though hearing and seeing what lengths hunters would go to for their experiments makes them absolutely seething with rage- she insists on not being out for revenge) and asks if they would be willing to donate a small amount of heartblood; shes always wanted to be a mother but is now incompatible with humans too- through things she picked up back at the experiments facillity, hers and her doctors research she is sure that is all that is needed, she dares to ask since she does not know when, if ever, she will meet another demon, much less one she could actually trust enough for this though Eadrya hesitates (why would she want to go through the same thing again that didnt work and threatened her life, if it does work, do they want to be involved with any of this? what if hunters find out it worked after all?) but after her ensuring that they would have no part in it other than giving up a little blood and would not be considered a parent in any way, nor made responsible for anything that might happen to her, but considering it all in the end they agree to it

only for her to reveal shes had a small bottle of it already, along with multiple samples of the other types, which she collected when Eadrya was bleeding out into the harbor not knowing if they will survive, though not wanting to make use of it without their consent either way (they are actuallly rather touched by this)

alot later the main group returns here and it turns out to have worked (though she is unable to walk/bedridden for a long while bc it did alot of damage to her body, which can heal since its demons parts, but only really slowly bc she does not have a full functioning system and no demonic blood of her own -she uses the other samples for the healing process-) though its a little awkward to explain, especially considering that 13.1 took alot after Eadrya xD (their theory as to why it worked so "well" that time is that even though the sample was already taken, them giving their consent for it still made it less likely to be rejected; demons dont need partners to have offspring, and all can do it, they just have to decide to- so them agreeing to it, even though its long been outside their body, still had an effect on the blood sample)

[sabrondabrainrot]

Bring back LAES!

I'm steadily making progress on catching up on sun and moon show along with foxy and monty etc etc but it's pretty difficult when one of the main key plot lines is gone. I know a few spoilers thanks to fanfiction but I want to see the drama in person.

Here's some outfit ideas for tsams cause I'm a sucker for fashion and redesigns!

Order is, SolarFlare - Lunar - NewMoon - Old Moon - Sunny (Solar's dimension) - Sun

closeups and more brainrot under the cut!

Explaining my redesigns! Lunar - he's not really a redesign and more so an overdesign. I love adding tons of little details to him to really hammer home his star-ness. He's such an interesting little guy, like yes he acts childish but I can see he's really growing (SAD I CANT WATCH MORE CAUSE THE SHOW IS GONE). I saw the ep he killed Eclipse and homeboy revived. The entire time I was like "Waaahh Lunar??? Waaahhh???" but I love the drama ngl.

SolarFlare - Same as Lunar, not really a redesign I just drew him with no dirt. I really love his base design it's so neat it makes me think of like sci-fi concepts from the 80's. Something from fallout really. I think it's kind of funny Eclipse's aesthetics for SolarFlare when you compare him next to say Jack who Solar designed.

OldMoon - I just wanted to give him a sleek mad scientist cool guy suave vibe. I saw the more recent thumbnails of him with a turtle neck and idk that's just peak character design for me. I'm a simple woman put the dumb-dumb in a dark turtleneck. I want him to kind of look like the BadGuy TM (he's not actually) so he gets all edgy and hard edges and stuff.

NewMoon - I wanted to do a similar color scheme but instead he has lighter colors like more white incorporated into his fit. To give him the whole 'reborn' aesthetic. He's all like "old moon wore black well I wear white now I'm nothing like him so hah!" kinda thinking. I gave his cap a fur texture cause of that one ep he turned into a furry. I drew rounder stuff on him cause he's a big ol' softy sweety pie.

Sunny - Sunny is my headcanon of Sun from Solar's dimension. I think it's really interesting his default with no personality was theater performance and not say...doing daycare stuff? I feel like honoring the FNAF books with this design by leaning heavily into the theater performer look. I like to think in Solar's dimension Sun and Moon were originally made for theater. (so far in the show I've noticed Creator says 'they needed a daycare attendant' something like that so it comes off more like they were intended for the daycare from the start VS. Solar's dimension where Sunny's core seems to be more so for the performing arts.) I also wanted to make Sunny look different from Sun for the extra angst potential of "They're similar but not the same" so I leaned more into a blue palette for him.

Sun - I just wanted to give him big puffy everything. I took away the tutu. nothing against the tutu I just hate drawing the damn thing. I like to think Sun in main has white eyes because he's so burnt out from within. *badum tish* (eyes are the window to the soul-) I also covered him in stickers because he totally would just be covered in stickers from the kids. I also decided to give some of his rays cracks because I think he's extremely sentimental and even in a newly upgraded body (after using star power to defeat Eclipse the first time) he'd keep rays from his original body? I also put the cracks ones on the side of his face where Old Moon hit him. Why? Because it just seems like something Sun would do. I love him so.

Ok just some brainrot stuff, look away to avoid spoilers .

RUIN DESTROYED HOW MANY DIMENSIONS?? SOLARS DEAD. LUNAR KILLED ECLIPSE. DARK SUN IS PLOTTING??? MOON BE CRYING??? Also Francine just had a birthday! ONE OF THE BLOODMOON BOYS ARE DEAD AND SAME WITH ONE OF THE STITCHY BOYS??? HELLO?!?

I love the drama.

Also, I love how every single kid vibe checks Sun and he passes every time. Francine? She loves Sun and learns from him. FC? He ONLY feels safe with Sun for a bit. Barry? He hugged Sun after gonad checking him (a right of passage for the bunny kid). Jack? I'm pretty sure he literally is just one room away from Sun at all times (he also calls Sun's cats his master???). I have yet to see Dazzle, but Dazzle 10000% loves Sun (I've seen the edits).

ALSO? When Lunar was first brought into the family the first person he hugged was Sun and then later on when Earth was in danger he ran into SUN's arms for safety/comfort. They're family your honor.

Sobbing and Crying laying on the floor over Solar's death but I think he'll be back.

Also the molten thing with Ruin? I'm excited to see more.

I don't have a youtube account to post about saving LAES but if anyone wants me to draw more LAES just to help the community please let me know. I'm planning to draw my idea of Earth next.

[cheezewhis]

I'm going to regret this.

Sometimes the iwtv fandom makes me worry about the future of diversity in media. I mean I expect the racist assholes to pop up and bother everyone. That happens all the time and while it sucks, there are ways to filter those people out.

My big worry is honestly on the other end, where people are so desperate for harmony they end up treating minorities like monoliths of purity. Seriously, we have a show with morally grey characters of a variety of colors, a color conscious writing team, actors who constantly discuss the nuances of their characters, and people still find a reason to fight about this. Wasn't this the ideal we were asking for???

How are we supposed to evolve the representation in media if we can't go 2 seconds without fighting about which characters you're "allowed" to like?

You can't like Lestat because then you're condoning his behavior, but you can't condem anything Louis does cause then you're racist, but also you can't like Louis more than Armand because Louis was a pimp, but also you can't like Armand because he killed Claudia, but also that was all Lestat's fault and Armand did nothing wrong and if you don't ship Loumand it's because you're racist and if you do ship Loumand it's because you just hate Lestat and Anne Rice and puppies??? or something, and Clauida is the only character you're actually allowed to like except you are not allowed to like her unless you hate Lestat or Louis because as we've established it's really Lestat's fault she died and also Louis was a bad father and is responsible for Clauida's death so you cant like him either but also you are racist for thinking Louis did something wrong because black characters are not allowed to make mistakes or be nuanced or be human but also you don't get nuance if you like 1x05, you have to hate 1x05 because that episode of the toxic abusive vampire show dared to show toxic abusive vampires and ruined your precious precious perception of Lestat but also if you still like Lestat after that then you must hate Louis because Louis is 5 fucking years old and needs to be coddled but also he's a piece of shit and you cant like him and idk i don't really hear people argue about Daniel but maybe I'm just not looking hard enough and who ever cares cause I lost the plot about 100 fucking words ago.

Like jesus fuck we'll never weed out the racist people in the fandom cause we're too fucking busy fighting each other about, like, if we should let black characters be nuanced and interact with white characters who are mean??? Istg half this fandom thinks Louis (and Jacob Anderson for that matter) is like a battered helpless child who has never been able to stand up for himself. Louis is a character built from very real pain, he's always going to be kind of sad by virtue of that, but he's not 5, he can make decisions for himself.

How the fuck are we supposed to normalize diversity in media if we can't be fucking normal about diversity in media.

Fuck. Everything. And. Everyone.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

I know the race bios say ages of maturity but is that actually when they arw adults or is that just when they can do things on there own?

that is a valid question, and one im happy to answer. MAJOR DUNGEON MESHI SPOILERS AHEAD! PLEASE DO NOT LOOK IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS Lets use half-foots for example

Here we see that the half foot age of maturity is 14 years old, Now like you said this could just be when they can start being responsible like adults. However i am going to point towards this scene in the daydream hour which takes place after the end of the manga

Here we see Chilchucks daughters wanting to preparefor the dinner party marcille invites them too once laios has become king. Here his daughter Flertom says "but won't it embarass you, dad? To have Three adult daughters who are unmarried?"

She specifically uses the word adult when referencing her and her sisters. The sisters ages are as follow from left to right

Puckpatti is the youngest at 14 Flertom is the middle child at 16 And finally meijack who is also 16, however she must be older than flertom as she is refered to as "big sis". Even at there youngest we see puckpatti, who is 14, is called an adult. Because thats what the age of maturity is in the bios, this is when they are considered adults for there race. If a half foot at 14 is an adult who can pursue romantic and sexual relationships (unless your chilchuck in which case its 13), than it stands to reason the same goes for all the races? We also see them planning to try and romance laios, showing that they are able and willing to pursue romantic and sexual relationship with other races (specifically laios who is 26 and possibly older at this time) . Because they are adults, at 14 half foots are fully grown adults. Just like how at 14 Orcs are fully grown adults for their race. its sad seeing people attack each other because they cant understand that because a character is 14 doesnt mean they are a child, because in the story that is fully grown adult for their kind. But people just arnt realizing it, its why i answer asks like these and make posts like these because people dont seem to understand that there ages arnt the same as us because they arnt humans in the real world. Ive also seen People argue that the tallmen are humans so their aging goes the same way as ours in the real world, and while i do understand that mindset it just isnt right. If we look in the average lifespan slot of the races we see (human, and either short-lived race or long-lived race)

Because human is a classification of the races that arnt demihuman, even the ogre's fall under the "human" umbrella. If the tallmen race was meant to represent humans like me and you, they would just be called humans. Its not like kui wouldnt call them humans if they are the same as you and me. Also if tallmen are just humans than the other non demihuman races wouldnt be in the "human" category with how large the differences are.

So yes, Age of maturity in dungeon meshi is when an individual of the race is considered a full grown adult and no, tallmen arnt just "human but fantasy", they are distinct and different than a regular human.

[animeshotsh]

Forget me not? | Various x Kid!Reader

Summary: Charlie and Vaggie have been call to Heaven because of an....issue, they get to see you but do you ever knew them?

Warnings: Alternative Universe - Angst - Memory Loss - Sad!Charlie - Angry!Vaggie - Heaven vs Hell - OFF CANON - grammar mistakes -

When Charlie got a call from Heaven she was....well suprised and a bit hesitant about it. Not a lot was say, only that there was an issue and that they needed to talk to her as soon as possible.

Lucifer was against it and so were the rest. No one wanted to even know what this "problem" was, if Heaven was so desesperated to call Hell then it was their responsability to deal with it.

And so, weeks passed till Emily the only Angel who was open to the idea of Salvation when Charlie and Vaggie first went to Heaven talked to her and gave some small details of what was going on.

Charlie with a heavy heart went again with Vaggie, the looks they got were worse than last time. Some of the old Angels in charge of doing the "clean" in hell gave Vaggie the most nasty looks ever.

The meeting was once again with lots of high level Angels but Emily was not present (something both, Charlie and Vaggie noticed and made them worry a bit).

"Charlie Morningstar, we have called you today to Heaven because of a problem you have caused"

Seras started "When you said you could redeem souls no one here believed it. And most still dont" Some Angels nodded while others kept an emotionless face "But then something happened"

Seras made a big ice crystall appear showing no other no less than Sir Pentious himself. He was walking on Heaven streets looking different but still him, his eggs following behind. Emily was also besides him, they seemed to be going somewhere.

"Wait" Charlie said looking closer not beliving her eyes "Are you saying I was right? Souls can be redeem after all ?"

"According to our records this soul was in hell for quiet a long time, but then it appear here" Sera said looking over a book that had Sir Pentious name, below in red there was his time in hell and then a line, in blue it was a count up of his days in heaven.

"Then I was right!! I can redeem souls, extermination is no longer necesary, we can work together and-

"We did not call you because of that. This is a problem, a bizarre thing that should not be happening. Hell is there to punish sinners not to redeem them" Sera said in a cold voice

"What about purgatory?" Charlie asked remembering her old dad's books that talked about that place.

"That site was pointless and was shut it down long time ago" An Angel with green skin said from one side.

"Wait....how do we know this is not fake?" Vaggie said getting besides Charlie "How do we know Sir Pentious is indeed him there and not some trick"

"Are you acussing Heaven of lying?" An angel roared

"Yes, yes im. Bring him here and let us talk with him, alone" Vaggie demanded

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Look there (Y/N) is!!" Emily exclaimed seeing you getting out from Heavens School and looking for them.

"Em!! Pen!!" You screamed running towards them showing your notebook with some draws and notes "Look! I learned this today, and I drew your eggs Pen!" You said moving to a different page, all Sir Pentious eggs went to look.

"Thats fantastic, should we get some ice cream?" Emily asked already going to pick you up when her phone sounded. She picked up going a bit away to listen better. Her face slowly falling.

"But Sera..."

"Just bring him here"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

The corridors did scare you a bit, making you hug Sir Pentious side. While the place itself was not scary something was off, you could not explain it

"Whats happening Pen? Why cant we go and get ice cream?"

Sir Pentious was just as lost as you. Emily did not give him much explaination and just teleported the three to this place.

"Its alright kiddo, we will get it later" He promised

A big door was now in front of them. Two guards besides it, they looked at Emily and nodded opening them.

Inside multiple eyes looked to see the three new faces inside the room.

Charlie turned, her heart beating fast fearing and wishing, fearing it was fake and wishing it had worked.

When her eyes saw Sir Pentious she could not hold her tears, she went to him and hugged him, not noticing you or Emily.

"Sir Pentious im so glad you are alive" Charlie cried feeling his tail wrap around her then getting away to look at him better.

Vaggie got closer too, seeing if there was some kind of angel spell but no, in front of her was the real Sir Pentious.

"Princess" He said bowing and holding his hat "I must say my thanks to you, you made possible this. And now I get to live again, as a better person"

Charlie was about to cry again when you appeared besides Sir Pentious.

"Pen? Who is this? Why are you bowing?" You asked confused

"(Y/N)....?" Charlie asked not beliving it "its really you?" Charlie asked again going down to your eye level

"Uhhhh how do you know my name?"

"What...its me! Charlie, your big sister, im so sorry i could not save you but now im here, everybody misses you at the Hotel" Charlie said going to reach for you but you took some steps back.

"I dont know you...and what hotel?"

Time stopped, silence filled the room, Charlie felt her heart shatter.

"What...its me, please dont play games now (Y/N)..."

"Princess" Sir Pentious tried to talk and explain but Vaggie was faster

"You....YOU WIPPED OUT THEIR MEMORIES!!" Vaggie screamed at Sera who did not flinch.

Emily looked at you confused for a moment then she connected it. The missing soul, the strange sinner kid that went to hell, then you being in heaven....

"Sera...."

"We did what we thoguht was the best for this soul. No one can imagine what it must have lived in hell. We wanted to give it a new start"

"THATS BULLSHIT" Charlie now furious responded, her horns coming out "You did this because you dont want to admit you did a mistake, you lost their soul thats why they ended in hell"

"You are doing serious acussations right now Morningstar"

"She is right!!" Sir Pentious backed up "I knew this kid in hell, they were there by mistake and then you..."

"You...you knew me?" You asked looking at Sir Pentious your eyes giving a strange glitch, him looking different, the sky being red, faces you could not put names on looking at you.

"W-what is this, make it stop it hurts" You said pulling your hands on your head

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM" Vaggie said getting her weapon out

"Their soul is weak, they cant bear the idea of have been to hell"

"Thats not true, their soul may be weak but its getting their memorys back whats making them feel pain" Emily said now completly broken as she carried you trying to less your pain

"Emily..."

"Their soul may fracture...."

"Thats it. We are done. We are taking (Y/N) back right now" Charlie said getting ready to leave

"You cant take a soul from heaven!!"

"BUT YOU CAN TAKE IT FROM HELL AND RE WRITE THEIR MEMORIES?"

"Sis.....sis make it stop" You said reaching to Charlie

"Morningstar if you continue with this, this soul wont be accepted in heaven again" Sera said pointing at Sir Pentious

"And i dont give a fuck about it! I want (Y/N) to feel better" He responded back

"Thats it. We are going now. Forget whatever plan you wanted to talk about, i cant- i cant work with beings like you" Charlie said getting towards the portal when a light came going to hit her back.

But was stopped

"Emily..."

"I cant believe....I cant believe you would do this!! This is a kid, a good kid! One who had a terrible life, not only did we lose their soul, you removed their memories too?"

"It was to protect them..."

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!!"

"...We cant let a soul be in heaven when it was in hell at first. Thats why Morningstar was called on the first place, her wish cant be made. We cant accept it. No matter if a soul can be redeem, its something that we cant let happen"

"Then..., then im going with them" Emily finished her resolve clear now "If you try to stop me i will show you why im younger but on the same level as you"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Whats this place?"

You asked now being in a room with Sir Pentious and his eggs

"This is a hotel and well, we will be living here from now on"

"...its true? Part of my memories are gone?"

"Im sorry kiddo, i promise it will get better"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Meanwhile in Lucifer's office

"Its a war then?" Lucifer asked Emily

"Its...i dont know, i came on my own because i want to protect (Y/N) too..."

Lucifer took a seat and a deep breath.

"If my father has not said anything then i believe we wont go to war because of (Y/N)..."

"Dad...they know souls can be redeem and yet they dont want to do it..." Charlie said "and they made (Y/N) forget us...how...."

"Charlie. Im just as angry as you. Trust me. But we cant just go to war like this.....but i never said there wont be any type of revenge"

[satinsummer]

Chapter 1: Likewise

Summary: The first time you met Sam you knew you had to have her but how would you get her?

Culinary is your major but sports media is your side quest that turned you into a dual degree seeking mf! ;)

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/satinsummer/761133841884889088/chapter-2-movie-night?source=share

WARNING: Suggestive Language, Drug Use (Smoking Weed) 18+ No men or minors pls and thanks!

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Nobody POV

It all started at Y/BF/N's soccer game, after a long day of running around a hot kitchen with no break, sitting on the cold metal bleachers was the only thing that brought Y/N some sort of solace that fated night.

Sitting all the way at the top wasn't the best choice with the way her legs and feet were aching but it was tradition, especially since this was not only the first game of the season but this was Y/BF/N's first senior game and Y/N wouldn't miss it for the world! As she's scanning the crowd and just taking everything in Y/N noticed the "Core 4" + Anika as Chad so happily calls them making their way through the packed area.

Tara, Mindy, Anika and some mystery lady Y/N has never met stop and start talking to Quinn who just so happened to know few players on the team. Chad just continued to climb the bleachers until he reached Y/N.

"Yoo Y/N" Chad says with a big ass smile on his face, arms stretched out to hug her. "Hey Chad" Y/N says smiling but not moving an inch. "Sorry I realllyyyy don't feel like standing up unless I absolutely HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE but to" She stated now eyeing the mystery lady following behind Tara while they continued their ascend up the bleachers having now finished the conversation with Quinn.

Before Y/N or Chad get to say anything else Tara is barreling past him and pulling Y/N into a hug. "Where have you been all day, under a fucking rock??My girlfriend has not stopped talking about how sad she is because she didn't think you'd make it. I was honestly starting to think she loved you more than me and so I had to show her who she belo-" "OKAY THATS ENOUGH" Slapping a hand over Tara's mouth be she gets too carried away. "Anyway I was afraid of not making it because dinner service was a shit show and- Who's She?"

Y/N had finally stood up and looked behind Tara after pulling back from the embrace to shoot Mindy and Anika a small wave and smile but instead she was met with the most gorgeous set of chocolate colored eyes she'd ever seen. It felt like her the entire world stopped.

She stood there just staring back at her, eyes dark and brooding scanning over your face as Y/N did hers. Her hair was framing her face perfectly, her eyebrows were knit in concentration or maybe it was confusion either way Y/N just wanted to reach out and soothe it over with her thumb but she fought against it.

"Keep staring and I'll make sure I'm the last thing you see" And that's all it takes to knock Y/N out of whatever spell she was under while looking at mystery lady. "SAM! You cant threaten to kill everyone that looks at you, especially not my girlfriends best friend. Y/N she didn't mean that. Right Sam?" Tara said ending her sentence with an elbow to Sam's side. "Yeah, Right" she grumbled rolling her eyes at Tara before sitting down.

A bit after you and mystery lady's SAM's moment, everyone gets settled to watch the game as it begins. "So Sam, is this your first time at a soccer game?" Y/N asks, looking over at sam who was already looking at her. "Yeah" Sam replies never taking her eyes off of Y/N. "Want me to explain it? Help you under a bit better?" Y/N offers. "Nope" and with that Sam turns her back around to the game and doesn't say another word. That is until the game is over and Y/BF/N is running to Y/N as she pushes her way on to the field to greet Y/BF/N.

Y/BF/N played one of her best games EVER tonight, she came away with 2 goals-2 assist and 3 steals. She plays hard so when her and Y/N finally meet in the middle she's throwing her body on Y/N like a kid seeing their mom after the first day of school. She's overjoyed to have won and to know her best friend, her girlfriend and their friends were there to have witnessed it. "I'm so fucking proud of you, Y/B/NN. You were a goddamn storm out there!" Y/N shouts while rocking back and forth still embracing Y/BF/N. As the two girls pull back from each other and start doing their handshake, the rest of the group has made their was down to the field and over to them.

Tara pulls Y/BF/N into a big ass hug that ends in a kiss Sam would've paid money not to see. The rest of the group just standing there awkwardly talking amongst themselves as it continues.

"How's the chef been? You ran off to Jersey for the summer and have been MIA since you came back" Mindy points out and just like that all eyes are back on Y/N. "She didn't run off" Y/BF/N interjects after finally pulling away, jersey was still a sore topic for the two but at least Y/N could count on Y/BF/N not to force conversations about it.

As Y/BF/N headed off to the locker rooms to shower and get changed, with Tara following close behind Y/N seen this an opportunity to answer Mindy's first question. "Anyway, the chef is great, I'm in my final year so it's more stressful now than it has ever been but the world deserves to taste me so I'm dedicated to perfecting that." "Taste...you?" Mindy snickers a sly smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, taste me and I know your gutter mind ass is taking it there so I won't divulge but I will extend you an offer to stop by the kitchen and learn somethings" Y/N states matter of factly looking straight into Mindy's eyes and suddenly she's the one acting all coy and bashful. "Damn, Y/N. You go MIA and come back trying to be Miss.TakeMyBitch" Anika says feigning betrayal. Laughter erupts between all of them and suddenly Y/BF/N and Tara are making their way back to the group. Looking a little "freshly fucked" might Mindy add but she saves them the embarrassment for now.

As everyone is walking through the parking lot and getting into their respective vehicles. Y/N can't help but let her mind wonder and eyes wander over to the brown eyed goddess she had met earlier. "You're staring again" Sam says "Can't Help it" Y/N replies. This makes Sam stop dead in her tracks as Y/N kept walking trying to keep her facade of being smooth as fuck under control. "Come on Sam, We are riding in Y/N's Car" She hears as is grabbing her arm and leading the way.

"Damn Y/N/N, when can I get a ride in that" Chad Says while looking at her car. She had recently purchased an Inifinti Q50S, it was painted titanium grey with an all black interior to match her rims. "Must be nice to have mommy and daddy get you everything" Sam sneered to no one in particular but Y/N heard it. " I don't have a mommy and daddy to do anything for me. This is NIL money, baby" Y/N retorted. "NIL?" Sam questions.

"Name, Image, Likeness." You, Y/B/N and Chad all say in unison. "Y/N is the best sports media journalist Blackmore has ever seen. She built media platform and gave the athletes here a voice" Chad Explains. Truth be told Y/N was glad nobody double back about the "no mommy daddy" comment because she didn't have the mental or emotional capacity for that tonight. "Alright, can we go now? I just played my ass off, I'm hungry and a little horny" Y/BF/N groans closing the car door as her and Tara climb in the backseat. "Guess that means you're riding shotgun Sammy" You tease. " Call me that again and I-" "Yeah, Yeah, save the threat. We both know Tara won't let you" Effectively cutting Sam off and starting her car.

Sam refused to admit but Y/N was actually pretty decent and before she knew it her mind was clouded with thoughts of Y/N. The way she would easily slip in and out of traffic, never breaking too hard or go too fast for Sam or the other two sucking face in the back to feel unsafe. Sam found herself now being the one to stare at the girl and my god was she glad Y/N was focused on the road. Under the glow of the city lights and the ones slightly illuminating the inside of the car Sam got lost in her side profile, with Y/N hair now pulled back she had a chance to examine the other features she may have missed earlier like the one dimple Y/n on her right cheek, the small scar above her ear that traveled down to the base of her hairline. The way Y/N's nose was the perfect slope from this angle.

"You're Staring" Y/N says glancing over at Sam when she stops at a red light. All Sam can do is open and close her mouth like a fish having just been caught doing the same thing she threatened Y/N for doing previously. The soft hum of the engine and music fill the rest of the car ride as the girls make their way to the " Carpenter Habitat" as Y/BF/N calls it.

As the car pulls up in front of the apartment building, Tara begins begging Sam to let Y/BF/N sleepover and much to her surprise she gives in not before giving a stern "door open or living room" option with no room for rebuttal. Sam then looks to Y/N as if she was going to say the same to her but Y/N is quick to correct. "I won't be staying, Gonna head back to the kitchen and get prepped for the dinner service happening tomorrow. You kids have fun" Y/N states looking at all three of them while leaning on her car and lighting a joint. "Wanna finish this off before you go up?" Y/N says to Y/BF/N who looks over at Tara for the go-ahead. "Fine, but just one and you better shower again" Tara directs at Y/BF/N. After kissing Tara, Y/BF/N walks over to your car and takes the lit joint from you. Tara and Sam begin to walk inside and up to their shared apartment where they both watch Y/N & Y/BF/N smoke and interact like predators hunting prey.

"You sure you don't wanna stay?" Tara yells down to Y/N after the smoke session has ended and Y/BF/N has made it safely inside and upstairs to her girlfriend. "Yeah, I'm sure. You and Y/BF/N deserve some time together after that game she played" Y/N says with a knowing smile. Y/BF/N needed her "Tara Time" after long days or hard games and who is Y/N to stop that.

Before getting in her car, Y/N spares one last glance to the balcony Tara was just on only to see the older carpenter staring back at her. With a small smile and a wave Y/N bids farewell to Sam "It was nice meeting you tonight..Sammy" "Likewise Y/N" Sam replies softly watching as Y/N slips into her car and disappears in the city traffic.

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AN: this is my first time writing something like this so pls bear w meeeeeeeeeee. if you have any suggestions on how the story line should progress, critiques, etc feel free to lmk!

any ideas on what to name the fic? submit themmmmm

[opal-owl-flight]

Quick lore question, did marie considering the idea of replacing 4 play into the insecurities she has later?

Absolutely.

I wanna preface this by saying one thing: Young 4 was a COMPLETELY different person before she got recruited by Marie. And Marie...responds to her accordingly.

Long read abt Hero2 events below!! Its. A lil messy sorry qisjke these are my notes

Young 4? A bitch.

Everything she ever wanted was given to her. Moved out of the highlands with an ego the size of a planet (and also bc she felt suffocated there), thinking she can make it in the big city.

...she struggled to make it alone. She had moved out bc her family was suffocating her with love, but now theyre not here, so now she feels homesick and underappreciated.

All that is expressed by her harsh, bitchy attitude. Shes gonna be mean bc no one has seen her for who she is. She'll show them!!

She finds her way around like this, and discovers that shes just as good at turf war here and at home. In fact, shes *so* good that she got the status of a rising star!

It aaalll just gets into her head. Shes "proven everyone wrong" now. Shes got the superiority complex and can back it up.

Marie...

...saw this. She was looking for a new agent to help find the missing zapfish. The second 4 heard this from her, she flexed her arms and...

"Look no further, your hero is RIGHT HERE!"

Marie at first adored the spunkiness of this new agent. Uuuntil 4 started thinking that shes better than her.

"Watch out, Agent Four!"

"You watch YOURSELF, grandma! Think Im a damn idiot to not see that coming? WAHA!"

Marie rolled up her sleeves after several stages full of her ignoring orders or sassing her out of nowhere.

Is that how shes gonna be? Fine.

When 4 finally trips and falls, hard, on a particularly difficult level, Marie pulls her to the side to fix her up and give her a lecture that tore her fucking ego to shreds.

She says something so fucking harsh like "That attitude will make SURE that you die sad and alone. I wonder how anyone puts up with you."

4s too hurt by her own failure to say anything back.

The reality of war finally gives her a reality check. Each victory is earned. its her life on the line. And the world.

She regains her spunk after saving the world.

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Silly 4. She gets the job done but it takes a LOT of pushing in the mid-stages. Its like she got legitimately bored after the initial super easy ones, and thought the entire campaign a joke.

She went back to her turfing life topside between stages. And she takes a WHILE to come back to her missions -- usually late!! And then before she even goes in she just HAS to yak Marie's face off with what she was doing up there.

"Youre late."

"You shouldve SEEN ME, Marie!! I was carrying that Rainmaker round! I was-"

"Pray tell, Agent Four. How will you keep participating in turf with the Zapfish gone?"

"Whaat? Cmon. Nothing seems to be changing! Theres still power through the city!"

"The backup supply wont last forever, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Im here now. Wheres the next kettle?"

This attitude is from her high school days, clearly. She breezes by everything so fast that she can afford to do things last minute. It affects even this.

That, alongside her talking smack back to Marie, is what makes her snap at 4. Its what makes 4 stick to the mission fully starting late area 4 and area 5. (This is also around the time 4s life was threatened. God help me in those stupid platforming stages)

Post Hero2, 4 more or less does what 3 does. Shes the "replacement" til 3 comes back. (That cant be good for her confidence.)

At the same time, she has to deal with Callie and Marie talking out what the fuck Callie did with Octaria. "THEY SQUIDNAPPED GRAMPS!!!" and all. Why help them??? They get into squabbles where 4 was the unfortunate witness to. And peacemaker. It does NOT help that Callie for a while kept putting the glasses back on!!!

4 wishes so bad she had help of any sort. She feels 3 might be able to do something but what does she know?? Shes never met em!! She just imagines what the missing agent would do in that situation.

Callie...was also the person she got close to. Shes fun (unlike the stuck up Marie), shes empathic, she opened 4s eyes to the Octarian plight. It made her acceptance of 8 later much smoother.

Im not saying shes not close to Marie either, I bet they healed their relationship around this year too. Marie's sorry she tore 4s ego the way she did (even if deserved...). Marie's much more supportive of what 4s doing topside. Shes expressing her pride in the agent she found much more openly. (She brags abt her to Callie at times.)

The three of them heal together in that time. 4 sees them as older sisters Im p sure. Theyre both giving her tips for turfing and -- Marie even helps her with homework, HAH

And...while I say that 4 and Marie are in better terms, there are still days where Marie blows up on her. Lesser extent than before, but shes *worried* for her agent! (Its a similar plight 3 has.) In those times, its Callie who has her back. ("Hey! Its not like shes not trying!!" Callie understands how it is, and she also knows Marie best -- shes the one who makes 4 understand where Marie is coming from.)

[sammysbrokenheart]

Drag me down

Summary: You and Billie are talking, but Billie is unsure about what is going on between you and if she actually stands a fair chance.

Billie couldn't focus. Suddenly this sound check was too long, people were asking too many questions and all she could think about was Y/N.

She was wondering if you were going to show up to her show tonight. Billie recalled the night before. She took you out to dinner at one of your favourite restaurants and you two spoke for what seemed like hours. She's never been more comfortable with anyone before you and Billie knew that she was falling harder and harder every time you two meet.

"Billie we're moving on to the next song," her brother's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she started singing the next song. She thanked the stars for muscle memory because her mind was wandering more and more.

When the sound check was done Billie quickly checked her phone.

Y/N🌺: I am counting the hours til your show ♡♡ also I am bringing Miko!

Billie's blood boiled. She quickly sent a reply making sure to mask whatever it was that she was truly feeling. Miko was Y/N's best friend and Billie's direct competition. Of course Y/N doesn't see it that way because to her they're all getting along swell, but Miko and Billie had this unspoken rivalry. A rivalry that Billie seems to be losing.

Y/N🌺: I cant wait that long, let's meet for lunch?

Billie sat in a booth waiting patiently for you and Miko to arrive at the diner Y/N picked. Billie thought of all the ways this could go, knowing Miko she won't make this easy and knowing miss oblivious she won't even notice the tension.

Suddenly you and Miko enter the diner. Billie could feel her knees weaken at the sight of you and she didn't trust herself to get up. She was afraid that she would float away.

"Hey Bil," Y/N said sitting next to Billie in the booth giving her a big hug.

Miko slid into the other side sitting right across from Billie and Y/N.

"So you're just going to leave me lonely?" Miko said with fake sadness in her voice.

"Does the big baby need moral support?" Y/N said getting up from next to Billie and sitting next to Miko.

There it started. The unspoken competition.

"Billie we can't wait to watch you perform. Next performance is mine you better be there," Miko said. She had this sweet smile on her face that made Billie want to roll her eyes.

"Of course Miko, wouldn't miss it," Billie said with her own fake smile plastered on her face. She glaces at you, you didn't even notice the interaction between Billie and Miko, too focused on the menu to notice.

"Y/N let's show Billie our matching rings," Miko said taking your hand in hers showing off the matching silver rings.

Y/N smiled while telling the story of how she found the rings and Miko loved them so much she bought them. Billie couldn't help but notice the twinkle in your eye while recalling the story and she felt an ache in her chest. It started to dawn at her that this might be completely one sided. Miko probably laughs at her because she truly isn't competition at all.

You all ordered your food and drinks and had a decent enough time. Billie scored some points with you by wiping the sauce off of your lips, very cheesy and sweet. She could see Miko's face turn red from anger. Suddenly Miko lifted her arm and placed it behind you.

When the waitress came to clean the table you asked for the bill.

"Shit, I gotta pee, here's my card to pay," you said getting up running to the bathroom.

Miko took your card off of the table and took out hers as the waitress came to the table.

"Put it away Miko don't worry your little head about it," Billie said handing her card to the waitress.

"Fat chance Billie," she said also handing her card to the waitress.

The waitress looked back and forth between the two women. Billie could tell that she was stressed, ultimately she took Billie's.

"Put away that smug look Billie. You and I both know that you don't start a chance. Tell Y/N I'm already in the car," she said leaving the table with Y/N's card and purse.

Billie sat back in her seat feeling defeated. This entire interaction dragged her down into a pit of despair. Maybe Miko was right, maybe she's fighting for a woman who didn't even like her like that.

"Where's Miko?" you asked when you finally got back from the bathroom.

"She went to the car already, oh and I paid the bill," Billie said getting up from her seat.

Y/N reached out and took Billie's hand in hers. Her thumb stroked softly against the back of Billie's hand.

"You're so sweet you know that?" Y/N said. Billie could feel her heart racing.

"Anything for you," Billie replied. Y/N leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Billie's cheek.

"I can't wait to watch you perform tonight. I'll be the one cheering my heart out," Y/N leaned in again and instead of her cheek she kissed her forehead then left.

Billie sat back down. Her head was racing and she knew then and there that she was wrong. The one who definitely didn't stand a chance was Miko.

[hanta-seros-wifey]

something in the orange| fratboy!katsuki bakugo x f!softgirl!reader

summary: childhood competitive friends take a college cooking course together for fun. katsuki bakugo, our amazing frat boy, and y/n, our amazing soft hearted girl. katsuki has a soft spot for her, but because of his ego won't let it show. denki being denki, lets a secret spill out which can ultimately make or break your friendship with katsuki bakugo

authors note: reader is best friends with denki, sero, kyoka, and tenya!!

chapter 1: history

“cmon kats!” 6 year old you yelled out as you ran to the swings. “i’ll beat you!” he said as he picked up his pace to catch up. you reached the swings first and did your victory dance upon beating him. “who’s the loser now” you taunted and katsuki only scoffed and kicked the woodchips under him.

he walked away leaving you confused and sad. it was then your competitive friendship began. was it a friendship? you would call it that yes. he would taunt you and you’d do the same back. it got worse upon reaching middle school.

“loser i got an A” he shoved his math test in your face as he looked down at yours which said a C+. “fuck you katsuki” you said shoving him and getting up. “how are you gonna let the nerd beat you?” he taunts after you pointing over at izuku who had an A as well on his math test.

“just shut the fuck up for once” you said and walked out. it carried on like that in middle school and high school. “im applying to UA University how bout you?” you told izuku as he stammered to say he was applying there too.

“you losers wont get in, especially you princess” he teases you and you scoff. “it has a 10% acceptance rate theres no way they’ll accept the 3 of us” he said trying to reason with you. one thing about katsuki bakugo, he can be a dick to everyone including you, but there was a limit for you.

we can call it a soft spot for sure. he wont let his ego show it though. you applied anyway and three months later got the acceptance. you facetimed katsuki. “GUESS WHAT LOSER” you yelled into the camera as you held up your letter of acceptance. “I GOT IN!” you exclaimed jumping around your room.

“knew it dumbass” he smirked and held his up too. “guess we’ll be going to college together” he grumbles as if it bothers him. he’s actually glad. it means he gets to see you more.

“got a scholarship though” he brags leaning back in his chair. “for track and field no way?” you said a little bit jealous. you both were on the track team and you think youre pretty good at the events you do, but katsuki getting a scholarship is just another reason why he’s better than you.

“dont let it get out i want it to be a surprise” he winks at you and you roll your eyes. “what’d you apply as?” you ask him and he smirks. “applied for computer science and you?” he asks you. “dance” you said sheepishly as you looked at him through the camera. his face turns into one of shock.

“its hard to get into the college of dance and you got in?” he says his face turning into a smile. “yea” you said hiding your face now. “looks like you’ve one upped me this time princess” he teases and you smile. “well i gotta go katsuki congratulations” you said sincerely.

“bye congratulations to you too” he said before turning off the facetime. you blush as you got up. your stupid big crush on katsuki only growing stronger. you cant do anything about it though. which is why when you get to college, its time for boy searching.

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your parents helped you settle into your dorm. what you really liked about the dorm system in this school, was 1. that it was co-ed and 2. you had a room to yourself. "hey! just popping in to see who my neighbor is!" you hear and you turn to see a tall woman with a kind smile.

"hi im y/n, its so nice to meet you! and yours?" you asked trailing off as you reached to shake her hand. "momo yayorozu, its nice to meet you too! i live to the left of you 5C on your right it's a male in 5E" she informed you. you nodded your head and smiled at her.

"well i'll see you around" she waves and walks off to the stairs. "okay were done here sweetie" your mom said grabbing her bag and you smiled at her. your other mom kissed your head and pulled you in for a hug. "have fun, but not too much" she squeezes you.

"let me walk you guys out" you said closing your dorm, locking it. you walk down the flight of stairs and when reaching the fourth floor your moms let out a gasp. "mitsuki bakugo?" they giggled as they moved to hug their longtime friend. you looked at katsuki as he stared at you confused.

"youre dorming in this building too?" he asks you bothered at the fact you chose this building. you nodded and forced your moms to leave. katsuki smirked before going into his dorm and locking it, bidding a goodbye to his mom.

you walked back up to the fifth floor and when doing so collided with two others. you looked up to see a boy with half white and half red hair and another with a mullet. “woah slow down” the one with the mullet joked.

“let me guess are you a todoroki?” you asked looking up at the boy and he sighs nodding yes. “nice to meet you” you smiled and he gave a tight lipped one back. “hanta sero” mullet boy introduces and takes your hand kissing it.

perfect, you thought.

you blushed at his actions and proceeded to tell both boys your name. “i live in 5D” you said and hanta smiled. “awesome im in 5E” he informs you and you recall momo telling you a male was to your right. “well nice to meet you neighbor” you winked and walked off. “i didnt get to tell her my name” you heard todoroki say and you giggled entering your room.

a knock was heard at your door and you moved to open it. “why are you in this building” katsuki demanded as he walked in. “welcome?” you questioned closing your door. “yeah whatever why-“ he was interrupted by a knock on your door. you opened it to see hanta and you smiled.

he leaned against your door frame and smiled at you. katsuki scoffed in annoyance. “hey señorita came to give this to you” he said handing you your wallet. you grabbed it from him thanking him.

“already have a boy over you move fast” he teased as he looked at katsuki standing not far from you. “just my childhood frenemy” you rolled your eyes looking at katsuki. “yea you interrupted something can you get the fuck out?” he grumbled and you slapped his arm.

“dont be fucking rude” you said giving him attitude and you turned back to sero. “came to ask you something too” he said nervously as he looked down at his feet and then back to you. “would you like to grab coffee sometime on campus?” he asks and you immediately nod your head.

he smiles at you bidding you a goodbye and you closed your door. “already looking for a man?” katsuki scoffed and laughed lightly. “im an 18 year old girl of course i am” you said matter of factly.

“i was thinking” he starts and you look up at him. “you haven’t registered for classes yet have you?” he asks and you nod your head. “i did but we can still add some to our schedule if we’d like” you said moving around him to place your wallet on your desk.

“they offer a cooking class for fun, wanna take it together?” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “are you challenging me katsuki or do you just wanna spend time with me?” you smiled sweetly at him.

your smile made his heart melt and he covered it up by just smirking at you again. “a challenge see who gets the better grade” he said and you think about it. “deal” you said holding your hand out. he shakes it sealing the deal. “im so gonna win” he scoffs and you stick your tongue out at him.

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? He's sad that Lewis crashed during the race and he felt that it was his fault. She assured him that it was not and comforted him. Maybe some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later!! Thanks! :))

Mercedes Madness - Peter Bonnington x Wife! Reader

Plot: Lewis doesn't have a great race, going from Pole Position to a DNF at his home race. A lot played part in the cause of the crash but your Peter Bonnington cant help but feel like it's his fault. But his wife will always be there for post-race comfort!

Credit to husbono for the GIF

It was a great weekend for Mercedes at Silverstone, they had Lewis in pole position and George next to him in P2 meaning they had the whole front line to themselves and would be able to defend from the Red Bull and McLaren that sat behind them in P3 and P4.

This was a race-weekend you were invited to every time as it was a big home race not just for the team having Lewis and George driving for them, but for you and Peter where it was also where you both grew up.

Having Lewis and George locking out the front row on the Saturday ahead of Sunday felt like a good omen for you.

However that is not how the race went down, both car's seemed to have cooling issues making it shaky and just generally harder to drive. The pit stops on top of that seemed to be slower than they had all season and communication on the pit wall at Mercedes had been awful, causing George to slip down into P6 and eventually caused Lewis and Carlos to get into a accident where Lewis wasn't able to turn his car wide enough to leave room for Carlos.

Commentator: Oh and look at that, contact between Sainz and Hamilton and he's off. The man who was set up to win it all is OUT! There's no way he can recover that car!" Commentator: Oh! Here's Bono on the radio. Bono Radio: Sorry Lewis, race over. Lewis Radio: Yeah sorry I couldn't bring it home. Bono Radio: We'll talk in debrief tonight, wasn't a good day!

Carlos was able to continue his drive, only needing to pit for a new front wing but Lewis had to retire the car.

Toto was unhappy of course, what could have turned out to be the best weekend for Mercedes since 2021 turned into a complete shit-show with how disconnected the team were.

After the race, and all the interviews and the debrief, you and Peter drove home in complete silence. You could tell he just needed some time to think, he liked doing that. Sometimes you would worry he'd send himself into a pit of bad thoughts but he always came back with a nod and a soft smile to let you know he was okay.

As you pulled into the drive way he walked straight to the bedroom, you quickly followed after him seeing him getting into some lounge wear before crawling into bed wrapping the covers around him, laying while looking up at the plain white ceiling.

"Baby, you know today wasn't just on you right? The whole team was a mess!" you offer, watching over his expression and the way he's breathing in and out slowly.

"I could have done things different..." he sighs looking over at you.

"Mmm, but so could the engineers... and Toto, and even Lewis. But we'll make a comeback in Spa, I know you feel as though your to blame and yes maybe you could have called out better strats but the race is done... George still got the team points. But if you keep your mind open on this race, it'll be the same in Spa!" you advise pulling him into a hug which he accepts slinking a soft hand around your waist.

"I don't know what i did to deserve you!" he sighs rolling over onto his side and kissing you softly.

"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow will be a better day" you say still holding onto him.

The next morning you quietly got out of your bed, making your side as quietly as possible so you didn't wake up your sleeping and clearly exhausted husband.

You went and got yourself ready in the family bathroom rather than the ensuite in your room, not wanting to wake Peter up. After getting ready for the day you ventured out for the morning errands you'd told yourself you'd do.

You wanted to surprise Peter with an entire relax and restoration day. You hit up your guy's local spa/gym asking for a few treatments you know Peter liked to get for later on in the day. You then went to the cinema and purchased two tickets to a film that Peter had been wanting to see but due to all the travelling he hadn't had the chance to.

You then went to his favorite bakery buying a large box of all of his best sweet treats he would enjoy after race weekends.

Finally you ended your trip at the shops buying a ingredients for a special dinner you'd cook him tonight and a few snacks that you guys would take into the cinema with you.

You come home, stepping into the door with all the shopping bags clutched in every way you could possibly hold them before chucking the car keys on the entryway table.

As you step into the kitchen your husband rushes up to you helping with the bags.

"Where have you been?" he asks looking over you, a small frown on his face.

"Just out!" you smile opening the fridge and checking the current food in there to see what was still in date.

"I woke up and you weren't here!" he admits with a groan and hugging you from behind.

"Mmmmm I've been planning for Peter Day!" you grin turning round.

"What is Peter Day?" he asks cocking his head to one side.

"Well, we'll start of with a run. Then we'll go to the Spa, and then the cinema and out for a light lunch. Then we'll come home and I've got the ingredients for your fav!" you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek before reaching into the tote bag that held some of the ingredients in and showing him before placing them in the fridge and cupboards.

"You did all that for me?" he asks.

"Well, it's been a tough weekend darling. You deserve some you time!" you smile, and he pulls you in for a hug putting his face in the crook of your neck. A relaxed sigh leaving him.

"Thank you really I love you so much. God what did i do to deserve you!" he smiles looking over you, kissing you one more time before helping you with the rest of the shopping.

"Okay, go get some running gear on! We'll go round the trail you like, even though it kills me!" you joke, knowing he preferred the uphill route because of the views rather than your nice job around the lake your house was next to.

"As much as I love your treats for today, promise me we can have a home day together tomorrow?" he asks looking over at you, and you nod because a home day was a rarity in the Bonnington household.

"Yeah, a home day sounds great love!"

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[coeurcanelle]

Hold my heart even if it's cold pt2

pairing:surfer!ellie x reader

fluff,sad ending

masterlist

You cant help but fall deeper for Ellie,you're even ready to confess. However things take a turn after the both of you team up for a competition

"what's that"

"my surf journal"

The journal was open across her knees, and she held a stubby grey crayon in one hand. Her fingers moved with ease, sketching waves, horizons, and faint outlines of surfers mid-flight on the ocean.

You and Ellie had started hanging out beyond the beach lately—beyond the wild, crashing waves that had first brought you together. Ellie wanted to show you her favorite secret spot and,as always,you followed.

So now you found yourself in a cave.

Not a creepy one—though you had started to second-guess that when she had suddenly dove under the water, motioning for you to follow. The rocks around you had seemed to close in, narrowing into an underwater passage that twisted into shadows.

Before panic could take hold at the thought of no exit, Ellie had glanced back, her eyes sparkling even in the dim, underwater light. Her hand had reached out, a silent encouragement, and something in the steadiness of her gaze had calmed you.

Then, she had disappeared around a bend.

You pushed forward, your lungs burning slightly, until the narrow tunnel opened up into something breathtaking. When you and Ellie resurfaced, your gasp wasn’t just for air—it was for the view.

It was like a secret world, carved into the edge of the coastline and hidden behind jagged rocks and foamy waves. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the salty tang of the ocean. Overhead, a large circular opening framed the night sky, the moon perfectly positioned above, spilling silver light into the space below.

The glow touched everything—the rocky walls, the rippling water in the center of the cave, and the two of you now sitting near its edge.

The water in the middle of the cave was like a natural pool, still and glassy, reflecting the moonlight with an almost magical glow. It lapped gently against the rocks, making soft, rhythmic sounds that seemed to echo in the quiet space.

You sat close to her, close enough to see how her brow furrowed slightly in concentration, close enough to notice the faint streak of moonlight catching the curve of her cheek. Occasionally, you leaned forward, trying to get a better look at her journal without disturbing her.

She was truly an artist, whether she was carving through the waves like she was born under the ocean or sitting here with a crayon, capturing the sea’s beauty on paper. The soft, precise lines seemed to breathe life into her sketches, as though you could feel the weight of the water and the warmth of the sun through them.

At this point, you started to wonder if there was anything Ellie couldnt do.

Suddenly,she flipped over a page. You noticed her quick glance at you before returning her eyes on her blank page. With a smirk that didn't betray the mischief in her green eyes.

"I should add your amazing wipeout from earlier that was epic"she added with a chuckle before sketching again.

It wasn't even an hour ago. A big wave was forming further away and ellie encouraged you to take it,biting back her mischevious smile.

You had taken the bait, of course, paddling hard and catching the wave just as it began to curl. For a brief, thrilling moment, you were inside the wave, surrounded by walls of rushing blue and white. It was perfect,until Ellie’s board appeared out of nowhere.

She surfed alongside you like it was nothing, her movements fluid and controlled, before she deliberately angled her board just close enough to nudge yours. The contact was subtle but effective. Your balance wavered, and then the wave claimed you.

For a brief second, you saw the shimmering wall of water surrounding you, an emerald dome illuminated by sunlight. Then came the chaos—saltwater crashing against your body, spinning you in a disorienting dance before the wave spat you out mercilessly.

Your board shot out one side of the water, while you were ejected the other way before falling back into the water. When you resurfaced,she was in front of you unable to hold back her laugh after watching the whole thing.

"Are you gonna add the other rest of my top 5 most embarassing moments too"you asked rolling your eyes,her laugh from earlier echoing from her lips again.

"Relax"she said her eyes not leaving her journal,"you just didnt see it from my pov." She began sketching, her pencil moving deftly across the page, and you leaned over to catch a glimpse. It was you, ejected out of the ocean mid-wipeout, flying through the air like an electrified cat.An unnecessary, over-the-top rendering that you didn’t need to see to remind yourself how humiliating it was.

"It was legendary. If it was me i'd probably be in a wheelchair right now" she added with a light chuckle knowing damn well you could have ended up like this after she pushed you.

You were lucky you didn't break your spine after that. Hospital bills weren’t exactly in your summer plans, and giving up surfing just when you’d started to get the hang of it wasn’t an option either.

Her pencil stopped, and she turned to you with a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes"but what's your top 5 ?"

Not only was she talented at drawing, but she also had an uncanny ability to make situations worse

"theres no way im telling you"you replied crossing your arms arms firmly.

"Is it that bad?"she smirked,the hint of curiosity in her eyes now shining with mischief. "Was it waving at the wrong person? Peeing in your pants?"

"Worse"

Images of you doing the world's stupidest things flashed in her mind. "Oh, no. Did you-wait-did you shit your pants?"

Your face twisted in disgust, and she burst out laughing, clearly enjoying how much she was getting under your skin.

You decided to tell her anyway."Fine, I’ll tell you. I was crossing the road-"

"you got hit by a car?"Ellie cut you off looking at you with wide eyes.

"You just spoiled it. Thanks"

Her cold hand found warmth on your arm as she gently shook you, as if trying to make the details of your story bubble out of your mouth. Just another excuse to have her hands on you.

"What? Tell me! And why the hell weren’t you looking for cars?"

"It wasn’t my fault!" you defended, the images of your small accident replaying in your mind. Even if you tried to forget it, the embarrassment still lingered, clinging to you without peace.

"The green light was for me," you continued now that she was all ears. "So I was crossing the road, and this car hit the brakes too late. It wasn’t going that fast—city traffic—but next thing I know, I’m kissing the pavement."

The ghost of her cold hand grazed your arm as her mind replaced the scene of you ejected by the ocean with this new spectacle of you on the ground instead. Skill issue.

"I got up and kept walking," you said casually.

She furrowed her brows in disbelief, "You just walked off? Like nothing happened? Were you even hurt?"

"Of course I was, but everyone was staring—I just wanted to get out of there. I didn’t break a leg, but I was limping, and some kids were even laughing at me." In that moment, all you wanted was to disappear, to act as if it never happened. Yet here you were, telling Ellie, who found the whole thing anything but serious. "Bet you would’ve laughed too."

"Me?" she pointed at herself, fake surprise lacing her voice. "Never! I’d feel bad for you!" she said, biting her lip to suppress the laughter that was already bubbling up.

She would have been worse than those kids.

"Right. You’d come running over with your stupid journal, sketching me like, ‘Whoa, that was legendary! Can you do it again?’ while the doctors put me on a wheelchair."

That was it. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her laughter erupted, loud and shameless, tears streaming from her eyes as she doubled over.

Between gasps for air, she grabbed her journal and flipped to a blank page. "There’s no way I’m not adding this." In seconds, the page transformed into a dramatic sketch of you face-planting after being hit by a car.

Her laughter continued, filling the space around you, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile. Even as she laughed at you, there was something undeniably endearing about being the reason for her joy.

"I can't tell you anything, can I?"

You still ended up telling her the rest of your top 5 most embarrassing moments, not getting any justice in the way she represented you. Soon, her surf journal was a collection of doodles of you doing the stupidest things known to mankind. Even if it wasn’t all about surfing, she still wanted to have a piece of you in it.

But she promised she’d never show anyone.

It was a secret between her and you.

♡°♡°♡

As days passed, when you were away from the rhythmic sound of the waves, you were never truly far from Ellie. Even in her home, where the scent of salt and water didn’t linger in the air, there was still this tide. It was much different from the ones she had encountered,much bigger and tighter.

This pull between you and her.

"Why the surf?" you asked, turning to her. You were both lying on her bed, staring at the fluorescent stars on her ceiling. They had been there since she was a kid, left to gaze at when she wasn’t at the beach stargazing at far-off planets.

Her body wasn’t cold next to yours, having just stepped out of a warm shower. Your arms brushed, and if you dared to move away, even that simple gesture would surely tear her heart in pieces.

A moment of silence followed your question before she replied honestly, "Makes me forget about everything. I always try to keep my mind busy at home, but surfing at the beach just hits different. Like I can let go of everything and just focus on the waves, you know?"

Ellie knew a lot about you, but no matter how much she talked, she was still like a closed shell. And when she opened up even a little, you feared that if you got too close, she might shut again. Since she wouldn’t tell you everything, your mind wandered through her mysteries.

Was her smile just naturally that bright, or was it a mask?

Had her eyes always been this light shade of green, even in the shadow of the sun?

Did she love the sea because it was everything to her, or because it was all she had?

Before your thoughts spiraled too deep, she pulled you out of them. "You?"

Surfing had only recently become your passion, but you knew it wasn’t anything comparable to Ellie’s. "I like water," you shrugged.

A light chuckle escaped her lips. "Deep."

"No, I mean, like, water’s nice. I always end up with bruises when I try land sports. Never when I’m swimming," you explained, trying to imagine yourself practicing another sport. If it wasn’t near the sea, then Ellie wouldn’t be with you. That was something you wouldn’t have minded a few weeks ago, but now, it felt inconceivable.

"Well, you can drown," Ellie pointed out. She wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t a fear of yours. Not anymore.

"Drowning’s not that bad," you replied.

Ellie’s curiosity piqued. She turned to you, her eyes narrowing as she picked up on the seriousness in your tone. "You’ve drowned before? I thought you were a good swimmer."

Your lips formed a smile instinctively,ready for another storytime "That was before I even learned how to swim."

Her green eyes locked onto yours as you transported her to your past with just your words.

"I was in the water, like a dumbass, and an asshole pushed me into a spot where I couldn’t touch the bottom. I don’t remember anything as I sank, but when I woke up, I didn’t feel like I had just woken up from a good night’s sleep. I felt like I had just woken up from pure void."

Drowning had never been an experience for Ellie. When she didn’t know how to swim, she simply avoided the water. So, she couldn’t fully understand how you felt, but she tried to imagine it.

"It’s weird and peaceful at the same time," you added.

Drowning underwater didn’t seem peaceful to her. But something else did—something she was afraid was real.

Ellie’s eyes shifted back to the stars on the ceiling. "Or maybe your brain just... kinda erased the traumatic part. Before drowning."

"I’m sure it did. I wouldn’t want to remember that." The thought of being helplessly swallowed by the water, despite your best efforts to fight back, seemed too painful for your heart, too damaging to your mind. It was easier to pretend like nothing happened.

Ellie noticed your unfocused gaze at the shiny stars above, their light not reaching your eyes. "Guess you could say you got watered down by the situation, huh?"

Your lips pressed into a thin line. Unimpressed. But at least she brought you back to the present.

"Come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it?" she grinned.

You shook your head. "No, it was totally awful."

Ellie didn’t tell you, but she made a promise. A promise to herself that she would be your shore when the ocean threatened to pull you under, the breath of air that filled your lungs and brought you back to life, and the sun that chased away the clouds, painting your summer days with light.

Because as long as she was here, she wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

♡°♡°♡

Days? Weeks? You didn’t count how much time you spent with Ellie. You just knew she was becoming more and more a part of your summer. The more you found yourself in her arms after a long day of surfing or simply holding her hand, the more you started to picture the two of you forever.

That night, as you sat together on the sand watching the fireworks, you couldn't stop thinking about telling her.

How you could barely call your heart your own, how every beat seemed to echo her name. Not to mention, the two of you had never argued, never been on bad terms, which made the fear of rejection and distance feel even heavier. But you couldn't stop the warm swell in your heart, the feeling that was about to explode.

You had to tell her.

"Ellie, I—"

You turned, tearing your gaze from the explosions of color to look at her, only to find her ghost.

Your heart skipped a beat, panic blooming briefly in your chest, until you spotted a figure sprinting toward the water. The familiar green surfboard in her hands glinted under the scattered light of the fireworks.

Excitement rushed over you like a wave, washing away your unease, your heart racing for a new reason. Without hesitation, you followed, your feet sinking into the cool sand before the icy waves greeted your legs. The water was cold, but you didn’t care—not when Ellie was smiling at you, inviting you to join her for a better view of the fireworks as she sat on her board.

Her board wobbled above the water as both of you balanced on it.

"Comfortable?" Ellie asked, her voice softer than the seafoam she drew with the same board.

"Yeah," you assured, shooting her a small smile that betrayed the huge affection swelling in your heart. With that, Ellie turned her gaze to the sky, where a dance of colors shone in her eyes.

That same explosion of light and color burst in her heart, igniting every time you returned her smile, sparking brighter whenever you reached for her hand or rested in her arms.

So when you moved closer now, resting your head gently on her shoulder, she didn’t hesitate.

Her arm slipped around you instinctively, pulling you in with a warmth that felt more comforting than the summer sun.

Neither of you said a word. The rhythm of your hearts beating in sync as one said it all.

Your confession could wait. For now, you wanted to keep melting in her arms until the magic of this night ended.

♡°♡°♡

The next day, the ocean gleamed under the early morning sun, the waves rolling in with perfect rhythm, each one an open invitation.

Your time at the beach had seamlessly expanded from afternoons to entire days; at this rate, it felt like you practically lived there. Mornings began with Ellie at the beachside café, sharing breakfast and trading sleepy smiles over warm coffee. Afterward, you’d stretch together on the sand before diving headfirst into the waves.

By midday, with the sun hanging high above, you’d both sit on your boards, taking a break to enjoy the sandwiches you’d packed that morning. Ellie never failed to praise your cooking, even though it was always the same simple meal.

“ellie, it’s just a sandwich. Anyone can make it,” you’d tease.

“Still, it’s the best sandwich I’ve ever had. The way the cheese just melts in my mouth. Epic ,” she’d reply, her mouth full, grinning like you’d handed her a gourmet feast.

You’d laugh and return each day with the same lunch and receive the same praises, the small moments between waves growing into something you treasured.

When the moon replaced the sun, you’d either follow Ellie to the moon pool cave to gaze at the stars or retreat to her cozy apartment if she was too tired for a nighttime swim.

Surfing lessons had long since stopped being your reason for coming to the beach. Ellie rarely instructed you anymore, instead offering small tricks or tips, leaving you to practice and perfect them yourself.

Her eyes shone with admiration whenever you were on a wave, and the way her voice laced with praise left you grounded.

You only came because of this invisible thread pulling you toward her.

Much like the wave forming before your eyes.

Ellie sat on her board, floating near the shore. She took in the view—you. Lately, you'd been practicing her tricks, and her eyes glimmered with curiosity, wondering how well you'd execute them today.

This morning, the ocean invited you to try something bold.

A towering wave began to form in the distance, its crest foaming as it gathered strength. You positioned yourself perfectly, your body instinctively moving in harmony with the swell. As the wave rose higher, you paddled hard and caught it, the rush of momentum pulling you to your feet in one smooth motion.

Ellie’s gaze followed you, her smile fading into something more serious as she realized what you were attempting.

This was your chance to impress her more than ever.

You glided effortlessly along the curve of the wave, your body leaning into the motion like you were born to ride it. Then, with a calculated shift of weight, you turned sharply and disappeared into the barrel, swallowed by the cascading tunnel of water.

For a heartbeat, you were gone, completely hidden from view.

Ellie sat frozen, her eyes fixed on the spot where you’d vanished. The wave’s roar seemed to stretch time, the moment suspended in a breathless hush.

Then, as if summoned by the ocean itself, you emerged from the other side of the wave, your silhouette cutting cleanly through the spray.

But you didn’t stop there. You had more tricks under your sleeve.

With precision, you launched into a series of spins,one, two,three. The sight of your board slicing through the air like a knife through silk was caught not only by ellie but all the surfers in disbelief around the beach.

You landed back on the water with a controlled grace, your board skimming the surface as if the wave itself had bent to your will.

Ellie’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened.

She had briefly instructed you on spins, expecting you to try other, simpler tricks more often. But not only had you just successfully nailed them—without demonstration—you did three in a row without falling!

"Watch out for the flies," you teased, seeing how agape her mouth was.

Quickly, she snapped her mouth shut, pressing her lips into a thin line, and her praising words got caught in her throat. "My mouth wasn’t that wide open," she defended.

"Just watch out," you chuckled.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, the images of earlier still replaying in her mind, unable to forget your impressive moves.

You casually walked along the shore, planting your board down. Surfers around you watched your every move, taking note of your board.

That’s how people would recognize you from now on.

Your eyes caught a quick glance at them before falling back on Ellie. "Okay, but you gotta tell me why were you practically drooling over me"

Her cheeks flushed red, the color deepening as she kept her eyes on yours. "I wasn’t—I was just... ugh."

She had to tear her gaze away from how good you looked out of the water to form words. "You were really cool. Amazing. On that wave."

Your heart screamed at how adorable she was. It took every ounce of self-control not to squish her red cheeks. "Really?"

"Yeah... there’s a competition coming up soon," she said, scratching the back of her neck. "With teams of two. So if you want—"

A competition? And she wanted you to team up with her? Ellie, the best surfer on the beach?

"I don’t know. I’m still nowhere near your level," you cut her off, your confidence fading with the last remnants of adrenaline.

Ellie blinked in surprise. "No need to be on my level."

You shook your head. "But you're so good at everything. Balance. Flow. Precision." You pointed at her board, catching the sunlight by her feet. "Bet you could even do triple backflips without slipping a beat."

She stared at you, blinking twice.

Have you seen yourself on the waves?

"Okay, don’t get carried away. I do fall..." she revealed, but she knew it never happened when you were watching. She made sure of that. "Sometimes. Just not when you’re watching."

The words lingered in the cool air before dissipating, leaving you silent.

Ellie approached you, wanting to dispel the uncertainty clouding your eyes. Confidence looked good on you, and she didn’t want to be the one to watch it disappear.

"There’s no one else I want on my team," her voice softened as she locked eyes with you. She meant every word. "Seriously, have you seen you? You’ve come so far in such a short time. You can do stuff I would have killed to be able to do when I was at your level."

Her gaze quickly fell to your lips, which curved into a small smile.

But she didn’t mirror it.

Your envy smile.

"Yeah, but I still want to be like you," you admitted. Because to you, your skills were never good enough. You’d try countless times to execute them, but the shadows of self-doubt still clawed at your board. You weren’t sure what it was, but every time you watched Ellie on the waves, you were reminded you could never be as good as her.

As perfect as Ellie.

"Don’t," Ellie’s eyes darkened with seriousness. She didn’t want you thinking that.

She didn’t want you to compare yourself to her.

"I watched you do three spins in a row. I didn’t even show you how to place yourself, how to shift your weight on the board in the air, or how to prepare for the landing. And you landed without even losing your balance. Do you have any idea how impressive that was?"

If you were honest—no, you didn’t. You just did it, remembering how Ellie executed it in the air and trusting the feeling. You weren’t thinking much about all the technicalities.

Ellie hesitated before placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. No matter how close you were, the hesitation still lingered in her mind. But you accepted her touch with your heart.

"And the ocean doesn’t need two of me. It needs you," her gaze softened again. She wanted her words to reach your heart and carve themselves there instead of your doubts"Your style, your flow—it’s all your own. You’re unique in your own way. Even better than most surfers here."

Your eyes shifted from her to the figures dancing on the waves ahead. This might be the first time you paid attention to them, as the world around you always blurred when you surfed beside Ellie.

"So don’t make that rookie mistake, trying to match me. You shine differently when you’re being yourself." Her cold fingers found their way around your warm ones, lifting the heavy weight in your chest. Her sincere look, when your eyes met hers, chased it all away.

"You don’t need to change anything."

Because that’s how the ocean carried your name through the waves.

Because that’s how the sun kissed your skin when you floated above the waters.

Because that’s how her heart found space for you.

Only you could make it melt with overwhelming warmth when you took her into your arms.

"You’re not just saying that so I don’t break down in front of you?" you asked, as she hugged you back, her cold arms wrapping around your waist. She held you like you were the most precious treasure in the world, unwilling to let go.

"I mean, we already have a whole ocean here. I don’t need you to cry me a river," she chuckled, until you pulled away. Her body started to warm up next to yours.

"Seriously, you’re amazing," she whined, desperate to feel the warmth of your body embracing hers again.

But she quickly played it off, leaning on her surfboard, which couldn’t wait to meet the water. "I wouldn’t ask you to be on my team if you weren’t. Getting humiliated in public isn’t really my thing," she said casually, glancing at the surfers on the waves, before turning back to you with a smirk.

Her casual smirk that secretly begged for a reaction.

"Unless you do want to eat your surfboard in front of everyone and make us lose. I’m personally not into it," she shrugged.

You weren’t much into competition. Like Ellie, surfing had become your passion, something personal. The only person you felt like you’d been competing against this whole time was yourself, with Ellie always helping you surpass your limits. Proving your skills to others never particularly appealed to you.

But the way Ellie was looking at you, with that burning determination in her eyes, made you not want to let a stupid refusal extinguish it. She wanted to show the world how good you were—and how amazing the two of you were.

"Okay. Count me in. Looks like you don’t give me a choice anyway," you said.

Ellie’s heart jumped with excitement, already imagining you and her floating above the ocean, effortlessly winning against the others, just like in her dreams.

"I do," she chuckled, trying to seem casual. "You can choose me, or those other dudes over there." She pointed to the surfers, each doing a mediocre job at recreating your spins from earlier.

Wow,the impact you had.

You mirrored Ellie’s smirk, grabbing your surfboard, your eyes shining with the same determination. "Nah, I wanna beat them."

Ellie grabbed hers and began walking toward the water, lying flat on her board before paddling. Her heart burned with more than just excitement.

"Now we’re talking."

♡°♡°♡

"Watch out, everyone! The queen of the waves is back on the beach. Will she conquer them or let them swallow her whole?" Ellie declared with exaggerated flair, balancing on your board. Her dramatic tone earned an easy laugh from you.

The competition was tomorrow, and it wasn’t just you and Ellie who couldn’t stop talking about it—every surfer on the beach buzzed with anticipation. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for. Not just for the bragging rights or the chance to show off, but because the prize money was enough to fund the rest of the summer in style.

It wouldn’t make you and Ellie millionaires, but it was more than enough to guarantee endless fun.

Still, nothing could compare to the moments you shared with Ellie, moments that felt absolutely priceless.

One second you were lounging on your couch, and the next she was standing on your board. All because you casually mentioned she couldn’t perfectly capture the way you moved on the waves.

You hadn’t meant it as a challenge, but there she was pulling a series of acrobatics like a clown whose sole purpose was to entertain a king.

"Will she do a handstand? Can she do a handstand?" she asked with over-the-top enthusiasm. Before you could respond, she kicked up into a wobbly handstand, her legs shaking but holding steady.

Your laughter filled the room, and she couldn’t hold back her own grin as she tumbled down.

She was just warming up.

Next, she stood on one foot, arms stretched out like a tightrope walker. "And for my next act!" she announced with mock gravitas, her voice dripping with theatrics.

You raised an eyebrow, silently wondering how far she’d go just to make you laugh.

And then she crouched low, launching herself into an attempted backflip. A loud smack echoed as she landed awkwardly on your board, sending both of you into hysterics.

It wasn’t about imitating you—she just wanted to impress you.

And it worked.

Slow clapping, you shook your head with a wide grin. "Okay, show-off. I’m not doing all that."

"Come on," she teased, placing the surfboard back against the wall before plopping down beside you. "Think of the crowd going wild when you pull off moves like these!"

You rolled your eyes. "I can’t even do backflips on solid ground. Imagine me trying that on a wave."

Ellie laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Fine, but I still think the crowd would love it. Even if you wiped out."

"Yeah, they'd go wild watching me eat it right after," you said, your own laughter joining hers.

In that moment, the looming pressure of the competition melted away. All that mattered was the sound of her laugh mingling with yours, and you wished you could stretch this moment into forever.

The next morning arrived in the blink of an eye. The sun blazed high in a bright blue sky, and the ocean roared its waves, promising both challenges and surprises.

You tried to focus on the two boys ahead of you, weaving tricks on the waves, but the weight in your chest grew heavier with each passing second.

Your turn was next.

"Hey." Ellie’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. She’d noticed the far-off look in your eyes.

You turned to her, offering a nervous smile.

"Don’t overthink it," she said, her voice unusually soft, searching for the right words. "Just pretend it’s like any other time. Like we’re training. Just… having fun together."

Her attempt at reassurance didn’t erase all your anxiety, but it chipped away at the edges, making the weight in your chest a little more bearable.

"I don’t have to pretend," you replied, your voice steadier now. "We’ll be having fun together anyway."

Your words brought a smile to Ellie’s face, one that seemed to lighten something heavy she’d been carrying deep inside.

The commentator’s voice boomed across the beach, announcing your names, and the crowd erupted with cheers louder than the waves crashing behind you.

With one hand holding your surfboard and one hand holding ellie's you were more than ready to face whatever the ocean had to offer.

You stepped forward with Ellie, the sand cool beneath your feet and the salty breeze brushing against your face.

Ellie gave your hand a reassuring squeeze,"Ready?"

"Always"you nodded before she let go of your hand, lifting her surfboard with ease.

The roar of the ocean sounded less intimidating now and more like an invitation.

Both of you paddled out into the water, finding your rhythm as you navigated the swells. The ocean churned beneath you, each wave growing taller, sharper, and more powerful.

'Dont overthink too much'

Ellie caught the first wave, her movements fluid and confident as she carved through the water. She rode the crest with precision, her board gliding over the shimmering surface as if it were an extension of her. Then, with a burst of speed, she launched herself into the air, twisting her body into a corkscrew before landing gracefully.

The crowd erupted into cheers as she paddled back out to join you.

Your turn came quickly.

The wave rose high behind you, its power vibrating through the water. You pushed forward, feeling the surge of adrenaline as you stood on your board. The wind rushed past your face as you leaned into the wave, your body moving instinctively.

Then, you saw your opportunity.

The wave curled into a perfect barrel, and you disappeared inside, the world narrowing to nothing but the wall of water around you. Time seemed to slow as you emerged from the tube, launching into the air. You spun—once, twice, three times—before landing smoothly, the ocean steady beneath your feet.

Ellie had told you to do this trick again,it easily impressed her so it would surely leave the same effect on the jury.

The competition continued, with both of you pushing yourselves above limits you would have thought were impossible to reach a few weeks ago,each performance feeding off the energy of the other.

Ellie executed a flawless 360 flip, followed by a graceful descent back onto the wave. You responded with a series of rapid cuts, spraying water high into the air as you sliced through the wave’s face.

But toward the end, Ellie caught a towering wave that swelled higher and faster than expected. You watched from a distance as she launched into the air for a daring trick, her body twisting perfectly.

For a moment, it looked like she’d nailed it,but the landing came too fast.

Her board slipped out from under her, and she hit the water with a splash, disappearing beneath the surface.

“Ellie!” you shouted, fear gripping your chest as you paddled toward her.

She resurfaced quickly, coughing,“I’m fine. Go finish it"

You teared your gaze away from Ellie ,focusing on finishing what you started instead.

The pressure was on, but you took a deep breath and refocused. The ocean offered you one last wave, and you seized it. Riding its crest, you leaned into a sharp turn, letting the power of the water propel you forward. As the wave began to close, you leapt into the air for one final spin, landing cleanly to the sound of the crowd roaring in approval.

When you paddled back to shore, Ellie was there waiting, the crowd erupted once more, cheering for your performance.

Despite Ellie’s fall, the energy was undeniable,you had both given the audience a show to remember.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your voice as you looked at her, her wet auburn hair plastered to her face.

It was the first time you'd ever seen her fall.

"Yeah, it’s nothing," she replied, her gaze refusing to meet yours.

Maybe she was upset—falling at such a decisive moment, especially when she never struggled with those same tricks in practice, away from the watchful eyes of others.

You decided not to press further, not wanting to make it seem like a bigger deal than it was. Truly, it wasn’t. You knew Ellie’s strengths, her skills, and how she was better than all the surfers here combined.

After what felt like an eternity, the judges finally delivered their verdict, the commentator’s voice ringing out loud and clear.

You had won first place.

A warmth of pride and joy spread through your chest. Your first victory in surfing—and you won it alongside the person you loved most in this world.

"You did it," Ellie said, her eyes finally meeting yours, glowing with pride.

To her, your tricks had saved the team. If not for you, her wipeout would have surely dragged her rank lower.

But you disagreed. "We did it."

Ellie had done more than just fall. Her tricks were far more advanced than any of the others here. Her fall wasn’t from a lack of competence—it was a reminder that she was human.

She was just like you.

And in that moment, you realized she wasn’t the perfect image you’d painted in your head. You didn’t have to envy her skills anymore.

Without thinking, you leaned in, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

In the span of a few seconds, her face turned as red as a tomato, her eyes wide in surprise. But it didn’t take long for that shy smile of hers to return.

Before either of you could say much, the two of you were surrounded by the second and third-place teams, posing with your golden medals for local photographers and fumbling through unprepared answers for eager journalists.

"Ellie! Ellie, over here!"

Both of you turned toward the high-pitched voice.

A little boy came running across the sand, his eyes shining with excitement as he approached Ellie.

"Can you sign my shirt, please?" he asked, tugging at his blank white shirt impatiently.

"Sure, where’s your pen?" Ellie asked, noticing he hadn’t brought one.

The boy dashed back to his parents and returned quickly, nearly stumbling on the sand. He handed Ellie a black marker.

Crouching down to his level, Ellie quickly sketched a moth before signing her initials beneath it.

"You’re so cool! My mom says I can’t surf because it’s too dangerous, but when I grow up, you’ll teach me, right?" he asked, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

Ellie straightened, returning the marker to him with a soft smile. But this time, the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Of course," she said, ruffling the boy’s hair. His face lit up with pure joy.

You watched the scene unfold, your heart warming at the sight. For the boy, it was undoubtedly the best day of his summer.

As Ellie stepped back, the boy turned to you, holding out the pen hesitantly.

You crouched down, ready to sign something for him as well.

"Who are you?"

Your smile faltered.

"I won the prize with her. You didn’t see me? I was right beside her on the wave," you said, trying to mask your disappointment.

He shook his head. "Uh, no."

Ellie, failing to suppress her laughter, quickly looked away, her shoulders shaking with amusement.

You really thought you’d leave a lasting impression with your moves, but maybe your expectations were too high for certain people.

“See you next time!” the boy waved as he ran off.

But you knew he only meant it for one person.

A few minutes later, your prize was ready. The bald commentator approached, holding a massive check in his hands, the flashes of cameras nearly blinding you if you dared to keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds.

You’d never received a check this large before—and neither had Ellie. When the sun began dipping below the horizon, you decided to do something special to celebrate your first win with her.

Your initial thoughts included hosting a small party with her and the other surfers or simply spending time together at your apartment. But every plan sank before it could fully form.

“Yeah, uh, maybe next time? I’m just really tired right now,” she admitted, struggling to meet your disappointed gaze.

You didn’t press her further. She’d been training alongside you for this competition, pushing herself hard and taking on the punishing waves. These daily surf sessions must have drained her—not just physically.

So, you nodded and handed her the check, trusting you’d see her again tomorrow, just as you had every day this summer.

But the next day, she didn’t even answer your texts.

10:03 AM: “Wanna meet up to cash the check together ?”

10:10 AM: “Ellie?”

Normally, she would’ve replied almost instantly—telling you she was on her way to the beach or asking if you planned to surf all day so she could tidy up her room before you came over, half-exhausted from the waves.

But today, you weren’t even left on read.

10:11 AM: “You awake?"

Still hopeful, you drove to the beach with your surfboard, heading to your usual spot on the sand.

The sun moved lazily across the sky, but Ellie never appeared. Hours later, when you checked your phone, you finally saw a reply.

5:46 PM:“Spent the whole day cleaning up. Maybe tomorrow"

Cleaning? Ellie, who always said surfing was her escape, choosing chores over the ocean?

You guys had just won something together—something that might not seem huge to her, given the collection of gold medals and trophies on her shelves. But it was monumental to you. It was proof that every single roll of the wave, every fall, and every hour of effort had been worth it. Proof that, for once, you didn’t suck at sports.

With a heavy heart, you still replied that tomorrow worked, still holding out for an explanation for her unusual behavior.

The next day, the sun still shone with the same brightness as yesterday, and the beach was alive with cheerful vacationers and competitive surfers. Life around you continued as if everything were normal—as if Ellie hadn’t stood you up for the second time in a row.

The waves ahead of you, no matter how huge or threatening, couldn’t drown out your thoughts about Ellie’s strange behavior.

Everyday when you checked your phone, you were met with more excuses and apologies, followed by hours of silence.

6:13 PM :"Jesse wanted to hang out. How about tomorrow morning?"

4:44 PM:"Sorry I overslept"

9:55 AM :"I’m tired, sorry."

Was it you? Had you done something to upset her? Maybe kissing her cheek had crossed a line? Maybe you’d made a sarcastic comment she took to heart? Or was it her fall during the competition? She knew this ocean better than anyone, yet she stumbled while you didn’t.

The absence gnawed at your mind. Each day apart stretched the distance between you painfully further.

Then, one day, the sun didn’t make its usual bright appearance, hidden behind gray clouds. That was when you learned the truth.

Ellie had used all the prize money.

It wasn’t something you’d explicitly agreed to split, but you thought it was obvious—you were partners, weren’t you? You’d imagined using that money to explore different seas together, creating memories beyond the beach. Fairs, aquariums, movies—anything to make her smile and deepen the bond you believed was also precious to her.

But it wasn’t just the money that churned the storm in your heart.

It was the fact that she wasn’t sharing anything with you anymore.

Ignoring you for days, as if you had never carved each other’s names on your boards.

As if you had never spent hours talking under the stars until the sun rose.

As if she didn’t have to buy a new journal because pages of you filled her other one.

Was she just pretending all this time?

“Hey, what’s up?” a random surfer asked, sliding unsteadily on the wet sand to catch up with you.

You’d noticed more people recognized you after the competition, finally learning your name now that Ellie hadn’t been on the beach for days. But still, you were known only as her partner.

“You seen Ellie around?” he asked again, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He knew.

Everyone knew Ellie didn’t share the prize with you, leaving you alone on the beach.

And you knew what everyone thought of her now.

“No,” you replied sharply, hoping to end the conversation.

But he pressed on, his friends trailing behind him like a pack of seagulls circling a stranded fish.

“Is it true?” he asked, stepping in front of you to block your path. “The rumors? That she didn’t give you a single cent?”

His friends burst into laughter, as if being used was the punchline of the century.

It took every ounce of restraint not to slam your surfboard into his face and wipe that grin away.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly, your piercing gaze silencing their mocking snickers.

You were already upset enough about Ellie. You didn’t need random surfers adding fuel to the fire burning in your heart.

“I’m just asking, bro. Chill out.” He stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then, with a smug grin, he added, “But I gotta say...”

You didn’t want to listen, but his words forced their way into your mind like uninvited guests.

“...That was a really asshole move.”

An asshole move?

Definitely.

But was Ellie an asshole?

"I wouldn’t stick with her if I were you," his words lingered in the air as he slid away with his group.

Ellie wasn’t an asshole, right?

She was a smoker, but were you really just a stash of cigarettes?Something she burned through, inhaling every last bit of you to appease her cravings, only to toss you away once you were used up?

But if you were a cigarette, wouldn’t that make you her addiction? Something she couldn’t live without for the rest of her life?

You needed to know.

You had to.

You didn’t want those random dudes, who knew nothing about you or Ellie, to be right.

Since the texts and calls hadn’t worked, you decided to show up at her apartment. Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you raised your hand, ready to knock on her door.

But the sound of paper rustling at your feet made you pause.

You bent down, picked it up, and unfolded it to reveal her handwriting:

“I think it’s better if we don’t see each other for a while. Sorry.”

Maybe she was right.

Maybe she’d be better off without the warmth of your hand.

And you,without the cold of hers.