#who even let him have a steam roller????

[2ndalt]

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[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons

I promised on this LM x Reader post things would get spicy soon, so here we are, coming so far from my first post! Just the first of probably many more smutty Lucifer posts, because we all know this man fucks and we all want a piece.

Warnings: SMUT

- This man legitimately loves everything about eating pussy. He loves performing it, he loves bragging about how well he performs it, he loves giving tips because he believes in respecting the craft, and he loves putting down anyone too entitled to provide what he sees as this most enjoyable of services for one's partner. You don't even have to ask him to go down on you, it'll be one of the first things he offers, and he'll regularly ask if you're interested in letting off a little steam. Having the ability to extend and shapeshift his tongue into having an opposable forked tip makes him capable of techniques beyond your wildest fantasies, and whether you like to receive from above or below, he's equally down to have you seated on his face or laying back to enjoy yourself.

- He's not poorly or overly endowed for a man of his size, but he's also quite literally the one who originally proved that size doesn't matter in the slightest, and he's had thousands of years to perfect those original techniques. From position to tempo, he's mastered everything he needs to hit the G-spot with impeccable accuracy, and his hands will be quite busy seeking out where you most enjoy attention as he rides you with the power and virility of an untamed stallion. All this combined results in a mind blowing time for you, every time, and he's got the stamina to answer all of your repeated requests for another round.

- Nevermind the magic he can work with his tongue or his dick, the King of Hell is also a wizard with his fingers. He's even got a carpal tunnel roller just to keep his dexterity in top shape for when his skills are needed. Finding your clit is effortless for him, and he'll show it all the love he thinks you deserve, responding eagerly to your feedback in the moment and putting his mouth to use on your neck as he does so. Whether you want him inside, outside or both at the same time, he's happy to provide, and he'll gladly push his wrists to the limit if it leaves you properly satisfied.

- If you offer to be the one servicing him, he'll happily accept, and you'll quickly find his mannerisms shift quite considerably when he's on the receiving end. He starts out confident, offering banter to match your own, but as soon as your mouth gets to work, his demeanor changes. A grin becomes an open mouthed moan, his hands tenderly take hold of you to ground himself, and witty quips turn to soft and needy sighs. The more heated things get, the more he loses himself, but it's a great way for you to gauge how well you're performing. Growls and an appearance of his horns are a sign he's really having a good time, especially considering he's always got steam to blow off. Particularly rough days will result in him losing all control by climax; fully extended wings and horns, an unfurled tail he wraps about you, hair disheveled and clinging to a fine layer of sweat, and more than a few reality bending bursts of power surging around the both of you. It's his favorite way to end the day on a good note. He'll pull his fingers from your hair as he breathlessly apologizes for the show, but the both of you know watching him go feral is part of the fun.

- The afterglow is peak cuddle time for him, and he'll be in no hurry to get dressed if there's somewhere either of you needs to be, so more than a few of his duties will end up delayed thanks to post-coital bliss. All six wings will seek you out for a fluffy embrace, and if the two of you are at all winded, the otherworldly softness of Archangel feathers might make staying awake quite impossible. Should you have some energy to spare though, he'll want to actively enjoy the snuggle. Hearing you breathe, feeling his skin against yours, and engaging in pillow talk just make him the happiest little guy. Such moments really allow him to let his guard down, and you might hear him speak with a softness and hopefulness that rarely leaves the bedroom, but he's just as interested in listening as he is in talking. Don't be too surprised if he drifts off with his head in your boobs though.

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 2

this is SO cliche i know. please. let me... have this...

a/n: 2 posts in less than 24 hours!?!?! yes!!! enjoy, please. im kinda proud of these. not even gonna tell y'all how i am bc u already know. quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults. summary: part 2 of the whole 'who out of the tokyo debunker boys is passing NNN?' thing. pretty self-explanatory. cw: fictional men jorking it!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! not really proofread i fear Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken (jabberwock already written yea currently working on sinostra)

MINORS DNI AS USUAL! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!

Vagastrom:

Alan Mido: Fail

NOW! Before you jump me! He failed by accident. Forgot it was November. Needed to get his rocks off after everything pissing him off for a while. Sometimes though, he manages to hold out for a while. 

He’s working on a car right now, laying on the car roller, fixing it up after an unfortunate accident while dealing with an external anomaly. He lets his thoughts wander as he fixes the car. So many things had pissed him off this week. Ishibashi needing to meet at ridiculous times, Leo being unreliable, even his grades slipping. This car was just one of them. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could go for a drive? No, not enough. Spar? No, he’d already taken enough of Sho’s time. Maybe… a different way? 

A sudden itch makes itself known just as he thinks that. He stiffens under the car, clenching his jaw. None of that. He was in the garage. He had to hold it together. He shakes his head and continues working on the car, ignoring the itch. He tries to come up with other ways to blow off steam. Studying, exercising, anything. The itch grows stronger. He sighs angrily and forces his attention on the car. He was in the garage, for fuck’s sake. The itch continues and then grows into a twitch. He presses his thighs together on impulse, before realizing how that may look and coughing, spreading his legs apart again. He bites his tongue and continues fixing the car as the twitching persists. His face becomes flushed and his composure cracks just a little. He couldn’t ignore his twitching cock forever.

And, maybe it’d be a good way to blow off some steam… 

Shohei Haizono: Pass

Well. As much as it seems like he may have a crazy sex drive, and as much as I would like to subscribe to that idea, I just don’t think it’s true. He doesn’t have a strong one. That said, he hardly goes a month without masturbating. He manages, but when he goes so long without it, it can get kinda frustrating. 

There were far too many customers today, he thinks. He’d gone several days without being able to wind down, since his food truck had been so busy. He’s glad for the success, but it’s become so time-consuming. The feeling had come out of nowhere, but since the last few customers and all throughout cleaning up, he’d been feeling a little pent up. His half-hard cock pressed insistently against his pants as he wiped down the counter, ensuring it was clean before he let out an exhausted sigh. The cool night air responded with crickets chirping and some owls hooting. 

Well… There wasn’t anyone around. 

Before he knows it, he’s turned off the lights, tucked himself underneath the counter where he wouldn’t be visible, and has eagerly pulled his cock out. He can’t be bothered to care about his surroundings as he starts, biting the sleeve of his uniform to prevent himself from being heard. Unfortunately, some light, breathy groans escape through the fabric of his shirt, but the noise mingles well with the pap pap pap sound of his hand over his cock and the shuffling sound of his legs opening and closing, overwhelmed with pleasure. His body shakes as he releases, careful to catch it in his palms, not wanting to have to clean again. When clarity finally hits, he sighs and shakes his head, observing his mess. God, how many sanitation laws did he just break?

And… did he remember to close the window?

Leo Kurosagi: Pass (Miserably)

Had to be clear. Yes, he passes, but barely, and miserably so. He’s doing it for clout and he’s posting about it, too. He’s letting his fans run wild with speculation at his announcement and letting them make all the claims they want when he successfully completes it. However, I’m quite confident that the second it was December 1st, Leo couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.

November 31st, 11:59pm. He lays on his bed with a half-hard cock pressing unyieldingly against his boxers and his phone in his hand with a drafted post congratulating himself for completing NNN, ready to be sent the moment that clock hit December 1st, 12:00am. He keeps his eyes fixated on the time, letting his hand drift downwards and hold himself through his pajama pants. The time still hasn’t changed. He gives himself a light squeeze, and is shocked at the needy sigh that passes through his lips. Fuck, he just needed this time to change. He just needed this time to change. He bites his lip, keeping the pressure on his cock as he gently strokes through his pants. He shifts his legs around, progressively getting more and more antsy as he stared at the time. 11:59 still. Who knew a minute could last so fucking long? He continues stroking gently, getting himself to full mast, twitching the entire time. 

Just as he’s about to give up, the time changes. 12:00am at last. He hurriedly presses “Post” and practically tosses his phone to the side, reaching inside his pajama pants and boxers to wrap a hand around his stiffened cock. He wastes no time in stroking, surprising even himself with his needy whines and unintelligible phrases and throaty moans. He spreads his legs apart and grips his thigh with his free hand, speeding up his pace. He moans through gritted teeth before his eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack, yielding a strangled moan as he covers his hands and pajamas with his release. He allows his legs to collapse on the bed, and picks up his phone again, checking his post. 

1k likes, 200 comments. It was 12:01am. Sheesh, that didn’t take him long at all…

a/n: wowee! i spit this out at 2am yesterday and fine-tuned it 2day so enjoy. eat this. i will be back 2 post jabberwock's soon, hopefully.

note that, as per usual, i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs!! please tell me how much you enjoyed my work!

[rudnitskaia]

Hi! I read your stories about Rocky and Maura on AO3 and they’re very good! Do you plan to write fics about Maura working with Rocky at Lackadaisy? Please write more! 🙏

Hi, anon ✨😭✨ I'm truly sorry for the late reply and hope you're doing well and will see my reply even after so much time passed 🥺💖

I'm very, VERY happy you like RoMaunce dynamics! 💖🥹💖 As for your question: the truth is that Maura working at Lackadaisy is a possible scenario, and a very interesting one, but it's not the only one. In any case, Rocky's and Maura's story isn't sweet and easy, but, if Mau starts to work at Lackadaisy, it triggers too many angsty outcomes not only for these two, but for many people around them.

Anyway, I wrote a ficlet about one of these personal outcomes for Rocky and Mau (though it came out to be more of a Zib & Mitzi's story). Hope you'll enjoy it. <3

A Better Life

Rocky didn't want to look, but he couldn't stop. His body felt numb, refusing to budge, and his glassy gaze was fixed on just one spot in the main hall of the Lackadaisy.

On Mau.

There she was, letting out another mischievous laugh and shifting the cue to her other hand. Even from such distance, from the backstage, he could clearly see the eyes of the bar patrons roaming over her figure as she bent over to make a hit. Their stares made him sick to the stomach.

The grip on the violin bow grew even tighter. Mozzie was finishing up to play some unassuming piano tune that meant to fill the silence before the beginning of the main concert. Soon the whole band must get on stage, but music was the last thing Rocky could think about at this moment.

“Come on, honey, spin around,” Mitzi encouraged Maura, clearly pleased with how the white, gold-embroidered dress fit her. “Isn't that nice? And it would finally stop gathering dust in the closet.”

Apparently, Miss M, who gave Maura one of her own evening dresses, really had high hopes for the girl. Rocky had already been over the moon when Miss M finally agreed to his entreaties to talk to Mau about working at Lackadaisy, and even more so when she decided to give Mau's talent a chance by bringing back gambling as an illegal activity in her establishment. And Mitzi's expectations paid off in spades. The resumption of liquor deliveries from the Arbogast Funeral Home, coupled with a new twist in the form of an “invincible female pool player”, has lured quite a few customers to Lackadaisy. For the first time since the days of Atlas May, the bar was running at some kind of profit rather than a loss. In every sense, it was a victory.

But right now, Rocky would have given anything to go back in time and knock the very idea of bringing Maura to Lackadaisy out of his own mind.

“It's a play, Rocky. Just a role. Otherwise these drunken high rollers wouldn't have the excitement, the desire to bet more and more, to keep competing with me. They like to think they can win not the game, but me, you know? Like a trophy. That's my job, to pretend it's really possible when it's not. Everything will be fine,” Mau assured him, furtively hugging him in the back room. He understood. After all, they needed money, needed desperately. Besides, how could he be upset about something so trivial? It would be ridiculous. After all, she still fell asleep beside him every morning. But the more time passed, the more unbearable he found the sight at the pool table, which he was forced to watch from the stage every damn night.

When Rocky felt a touch on his shoulder, he shuddered and hastily released the fabric of the curtain.

“Spit it out, kid,” Zib took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. “Or you're gonna get hot steam coming out of your ears.”

Rocky hesitated. Then cracked a strained smile.

“I was just admiring the place, that's all… it's been a long time since we've had this much noise, hasn't it? Miss Pepper finally has someone to dance with when Freckle runs out of breath. Last time they—”

Zib hummed and leaned against the opposite wall. His grin alone made it clear that he wasn't buying this ridiculous attempt to change the subject. Pulling back the curtain a little, he stared out into the main hall for a while, listening more to the cheerful chatter of the crowd than to Rocky's continuing monologue.

“Don't tell her you're jealous. It'll make things worse.”

Zib's words caught Rocky by surprise, and it took him a lot of effort not to show his astonishment. He didn't know what had given him away, since he'd never been explicit about his relationship with Mau. Out of everyone, Freckle was the only one who knew for sure, and it seemed, according to her overly mischievous tone, that Miss Pepper had suspected something, too. And yet Zib had hit right on target — even without looking at Rocky, he knew he had. But though the poisonous feelings that had been overwhelming Rocky for a month now had eaten him almost to the core in the enforced silence, and though the opportunity to finally discuss it with someone seemed too tempting — he couldn't allow himself to open up. He just couldn't.

“Begorra, why would you even think that? To whom and who could I…”

“Zib,” Mitzi interrupted them, suddenly entering the backstage area. “One of the visitors wants to hear this,” she held out a double folded sheet of paper. “Tell the others. He paid well.”

When she left, Zib reluctantly unfolded the paper and then slipped it carelessly into his pocket. Despite the need to walk on the stage soon, he took his time, favoring an unfinished cigarette. With his fingertips he pulled the curtain aside again, revealing a thin golden strip of carefree revelry from their faded, half-empty backstage.

“You know, it's natural,” he took a puff, “To want the best for the ones you love,” the smoldering cigarette outlined the room. “But just consider it. Any of these men could give her everything that the likes of us, mired on the margins, could never give her. The freedom not to think about what to eat, where to sleep, and how to survive while the pockets are empty, not to choose between, let’s say, a new coat for the winter and a month's rent for some hellhole. And if someone can give the person you love freedom beyond your reach, it would be dirty to demand them to drop that chance for a better life, don't you think?”

Shaking the ashes to the floor, Zib again pulled out the now crumpled note that Mitzi had handed him and fell silent for a short while. He didn't open it this time, just studied the blank side of the note for a few seconds with a thoughtful, detached look. A look in which, for just a moment, flickered a glimpse of longing. His husky voice sounded almost otherworldly when he spoke:

“You're lucky if she chooses you anyway. Cherish it while you can.”

Completely stunned, Rocky remained silent. A thousand questions flashed through his mind, but he didn’t dare to voice any of them. Zib didn't just empathize with him, no — he knew. Knew like no other. The man, meanwhile, put out the cigarette butt and headed toward the back room where the band members usually had their rest.

“Get on stage. It's time to start.”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Ridin’ The Waves 🏄‍♀️ | Javy “Coyote” Machado Imagine

Takes place before, during and after the events of TGM

TGM masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Javy “Coyote” Machado x pro surfer!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, pop culture references, details of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 9.1k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @a-court-of-roscoe-and-baby)

Premise: From the moment she could walk Y/n L/n belonged to the sea. Riding the waves that started as a hobby, only to lead her to the world’s greatest sporting stage. It would take time before her dream of Olympic Gold would happen as surfing had yet to be recognized by the IOC. But in her pursuit of becoming the greatest female surfer of all time, Y/n found who she believed was the closest person to paradise.

Note: I gotta say writing athlete/Olympian!reader imagines with the dagger squad are truly some of my favorite. Gosh I cannot wait for next year because that means…..2024 Olympics 👀 Guys I’m almost done with my semester! I have less than two weeks and all i have left to do is a paper and final project !! Almost to the finish thank goodness and then I move in with my friend before starting my summer job! Hope y’all enjoyed this work and let me know what you think!

Be sure to watch the video I linked during the Rock’s segment. I didn’t make it up it actually was a segment during the opening ceremonies on NBC’s coverage.

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“Is this heaven?” He laid on the surfboard beside her, feet in the water with the warmth of the sun hit his back. A cool breeze was starting to set in as the most beautiful sunset was before him, painting the sky an endless murrel of pink and orange. Only the subtle echo of the low tide filled his ears. Javy pressed his cheek onto the board, finding her smile which made his own appear at her words.

“More like paradise.”

Everyone had their own definition of paradise. Maybe it was the quiet plains of Montana or the mountains of Appalachia. Maybe it was strolling down the streets of Paris with the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Rain pouring down on New York City with a steaming cup of tea in hand or driving down the Pacific Coast Highway with “California Love” blasting through the radio. Reading a book by the fire next to their soulmate, dancing with strangers at a concert. Ask anyone what they viewed as their own personal paradise and the responses will vary.

Y/n L/n felt she was in paradise almost everyday of her life. Waking up to the view of the ocean while birds flew overhead. Feet hitting the sand as she ran to the waters with her board, anxiously waiting to ride the waves. Salt water coating skin and hair, sun beaming down.

Paradise.

From the moment she could walk the beach became her second home. Having grown up on the island of O’ahu Y/n learned how to surf before riding a bike. Her parents surfed. As did her siblings. Getting an instructor wasn’t needed with a family who knew everything there was about the art of surfing. Y/n received her first board at age four, and from then on her life was devoted to the water. Owning more swimsuits than t-shirts and shorts by the time she reached fifth grade.

She was a natural at best. Always predicting when and where the best waves would be. Timing the push up so perfect others—even her family—were unable to keep up.

“C’mon, leave some for the rest of us,” her brother would groan, missing a wave due to her swooping in at the last second. Y/n only laughed in return.

“Gotta be faster than that.”

Her parents, surfers themselves, were basically her coaches. On weekends they were waking her up at the crack of dawn, breakfast on the counter and telling her to be on the beach when she was done. Then of course she had to apply sunscreen, the substance coating every inch of her skin. Once on the beach a thirty minute run and stretching was mandatory before she could get in the water.

Skipping such a step would have her sore all night.

“We’re gonna work on your 360, cutback, and tube ride before finishing the day with cleaning up your alley oop.”

“If I don’t make a lot of mistakes can we watch Lilo & Stitch after dinner?”

“Yes, that is a fair deal.”

Mistakes? What are those? Mistakes weren’t in Y/n’s nature and if they occurred it was a rare sighting. Only time Y/n ever did mess up on a maneuver was when she was first learning it. Once she had it down it was impossible to lose.

All the friends she made loved going to the beaches after school and on weekends—getting all their homework done during the school hours so their entire afternoon was free. They signed up for competitions together, Y/n entering her first at age 14 for the 2004 Juniors season after competitions in regionals since age 11. “You’re gonna win the comp, Y/n.”

“Oh stop playing,” she brushed her best friend off, only to hear the murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group.

“I’m serious! You catch the best waves and ride them perfectly. Those judges are gonna be amazed on Saturday—I bet you’ll even get a sponsor.”

Her best friend was right. Not only did Rip Curl—THE Rip Curl want Y/n to be the face of their new campaign, but the surfing world would know her name for generations to come.

“Welcome back to our coverage of the 2004 ISA World Junior Surf Championship here in beautiful O’ahu, Hawaii here on ESPN. We’re dwindling down on the final competition with the defending champion from last year's event, sixteen-year-old Carolina Kanoa, and newcomer, Y/n L/n. If you’ve been watching the competition then you know all eyes have been on the fourteen-year-old native of Kapolei here on O’ahu, who scored the highest in her heats and received all tens in the quarterfinals after a perfect run.”

“It was quite the sight, Tom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so effortless in this competition. Y/n’s delivered a captivating performance each wave she’s catched—always getting the first one in her heats and pulling out a big score putting her high on the leaderboard. I wouldn’t be surprised if we see her on top of the podium today.”

“For anyone watching at home who are new to surfing or just want a little refresh on the scoring system, here is how it works: a panel of five judges determine a score one through ten, ten being the best, for each surfer on their wave based on degree of difficulty, innovative maneuvers, combination of major maneuvers, the variety of said maneuvers, and the speed, power, and flow. The highest and lowest score are thrown out leaving the remaining three, which are then averaged out. Now a surfer can catch as many waves as they please but only the two highest scoring waves will be added together to give the total score for that heat. From there competitors are eliminated until there are two finalists.”

Treading water, Y/n paid close attention to the scene in front of her. With only three minutes left on the clock, she was one wave away from crowning herself the Junior World Champion.

“Give me a sign,” she breathed in the salty air. Her thoughts were answered seconds later by a chill running down her neck, gaze snapping to the left where she saw the water draw back. Springing into action, Y/n paddled towards the forming wave, timing it at the perfect moment to end the competition on a bang. She heard the crowd cheer when she stood up, increasing each maneuver she did until finally riding out the end of the wave right as the bullhorn sounded.

Her heart pounded, “Did I just win?” Damn sure she did. Nothing could describe the feeling of holding the championship trophy at the top of the podium. And what made it ten times better, an ambassador of Rip Curl offered her a sponsorship. Before long Y/n’s name and face were plastered across all their campaigns. After winning the ISA Junior World Championships three years in a row—making her a household name in surfing—Y/n went on to senior international competitions. From there her glory only skyrocketed.

ISA World Surfing Games, World Surf League, Rip Curl Pro, Big Wave Tour, Vans Triple Crown of Surfing. Y/n’s little shelf of trophies turned into a full length china cabinet. Traveling back and forth from O’ahu to America. Sometimes even going to South America and Japan for international comps. By age 19 she had created her own maneuver earning her even more attention due to the level of difficulty.

“I don’t see what the fuss is about?” She chewed on a piece of spam, leaning her elbows on the kitchen counter. “All I did was add a couple of extra spins on my aerial.” Her mother gave her a bewildered look.

“That move in itself is difficult, Y/n. Not many perform it in competition and the fact you successfully landed one—with your little spoof nonetheless, people are gonna be amazed.”

“Well, I guess I just got lucky.”

Following high school Y/n turned professional and moved to Honolulu to attend the University of Hawai’i at Mānoa where she studied sports management with a minor in sports science. A family friend had an old Volkswagen Type 2 and Y/n was happy to take it off their hands, fixing it up to have the perfect beach van. Once classes were done for the day Y/n was packing it up with her board, cooler, boombox, and her closest friends.

“You sure this thing isn’t gonna break down on us?”

“Don’t insult Sandy. She’s as good as new,” okay that was a stretch, the van was literally 60 years old, “and I filled her up on gas this morning so we shouldn’t find ourselves on the side of the road.”

“Thanks for the confidence, Y/n. Much appreciated.”

It wasn’t uncommon for people to recognize her on campus. Having generated a public image in surfing—which many of her peers were also involved in—meant she was bound to hear, “Hey, you’re Y/n L/n?” “Oh my gosh I’ve been watching you compete since you were a junior competitor.” “Congrats on winning the Pro this year.”

There were times professors kindly asked, “Can you sign this for my kid? They’ve been into surfing lately and you’re their favorite athlete.” Taking photos with supporters happened occasionally as did giving advice to those wanting to get into surfing. It was a nice feeling for the woman to be able to inspire people and share the sport she loved.

Expanding the art of surfing to the world.

Four years of college seemed to fly by fast. Y/n was surprised she managed to pull through with a 3.6 GPA and graduate Cum Laude with everything in her life. A lot of the competitions were during the school year so Y/n had lots of work on her plate—thankfully some instructors were reasonable and allowed her to get an advance on the material. But she completed her degree with immense relief, aiming to get a career in sports going either by becoming a trainer or manager following her retirement from surfing.

“Y/n, It’s so great to see you again this year at the World Surf League World Championship. You recently graduated from the University of Hawai’i, you’re set to compete in today’s finals to defend your title—how many would this be for you? Number seven?”

Y/n chuckled with the reporter, brushing away a stray piece of hair. “Lucky number seven, yes. I’m so happy and grateful to be competing today—excited to hit the water and try to catch the best waves possible. Regardless of the outcome today I’m just really happy to be here again. I always look forward to this time of year—being able to compete and after working so hard in school this last semester, it’s definitely a relief to not have to worry about finishing a paper last minute once this comp ends.”

“There’s been recent talk of surfing possibly becoming an Olympic sport after much demand following the London Games this year. What are your thoughts? Do you think it’ll be featured in Rio and if so are you going to try and make the team?”

Since becoming a professional sport in 1959 following the first West Coast Surfing Championship in Huntington Beach, California, surfing had yet to reach the greatest sporting stage. The Olympic Games. Held every four years where thousands of athletes from around the globe come together to compete for the chance at gold. Duke Kahanamoku, the father of modern surfing and three-time Olympic freestyle swimming champion having won gold at the 1912 and 1920 Games respectively, first advocated the sport to be in the Olympics back in 1920. Had it not been for him, surfing may not have become as popular in the world as it was.

When it came to the Olympics, Y/n loved sitting by the tv to watch Team USA. Witnessing historic moments and record breaking finishes she was in awe of every athlete who came across the screen. Swimming, diving, track, gymnastics, soccer. So many sports events in a single fortnight. She hoped surfing would become an official sport in the Games. For she too had dreams of an Olympic gold around her neck.

Pausing for a moment, Y/n smiled at the thought of her becoming an Olympic Champion, “I think a lot of us can agree that we’d like to see surfing become part of the Olympic family. It’s one of the oldest sports and has its own professional circuit for decades now—I mean we’ve got people here today from Japan, Italy, El Salvador and Australia. Why not include it? And you can definitely expect me to be training the moment it is.”

It would be four years before Y/n could make do with that promise. On August 3, 2016, two days prior to the opening ceremonies of the Games of the XXXI Olympiad, the IOC announced surfing would finally be an Olympic sport.

“Exciting news for the surfing world,” the headline appeared on the screen of ESPN’s afternoon coverage, “the International Olympic Committee has just confirmed the sport will be introduced for the first time in its history at the Tokyo Olympics taking place in 2020–marking 100 years since surfing legend Duke Kahanamoku first started advocating for it to be featured. Professional surfing isn’t new to international competition having debuted at Huntington Beach, California in 1959. Since then there’s been several meets featuring surfers from all over the world—the most recent being the 2016 Rip Curl Pro where ten-time World Surf League champion Y/n L/n claimed the title once again for the fifth time since her senior international debut in 2007. L/n is just one of many professional surfers who’ve advocated for surfing to be in the Olympics over the years and expressed interest in competing for a chance at gold. With the confirmation by the IOC this morning, I’d say we’ll be seeing her at the trials in four years.”

The morning after the announcement Y/n headed to the beach to find her father propping her board into the sound. “So four years, huh?” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the wind breeze past them.

“Seems like a long way, but it’ll be around the corner before we know it.”

“We better get started then.”

Morning, afternoon, evening. Every day Y/n was on the water catching waves left and right. Perfecting maneuvers, getting air in her aerials. When taking breaks she’d go on runs and to the gym. She still participated in yearly competitions and surfed with her friends, but her training habits became more intense as she prepped for Tokyo. When she wasn’t sleeping, eating, or competing she was on the water.

By 2019 Y/n had accumulated the most titles won by a female surfer with ten ISA World Surfing Games—formerly the World Surfing Championships, ten Rip Curl Pro trophies, five QuickSilver pro Gold Coast, five-time triple crown winner, and the 2016 champion of The Eddie Aikua Big Wave International. Winning The Eddie and becoming the first woman in history to do so after the event returned from a seven-year hiatus had Y/n on the front page of several sports magazines around the world. It was a huge accomplishment. Pushing Y/n as the favorite to win gold in Tokyo.

Towards the later end of the year, October in fact, Y/n found herself on the sunny beaches of San Diego, California. August to November were the best months to surf in the area, being it was late summer going into fall where the heat wasn’t excruciating. Still one had to wear a wetsuit to even touch the water.

Y/n was in town to visit an old friend from college and to help the Pacific Beach Surf Club with their beach cleanups and participate in a charity competition. Having traveled in San Diego a few times she was no stranger to the club and welcomed with open arms. Volunteering in their cleanups was the least she could do to prepare the beach for the charity event.

When they finished they all changed out of their clothes into wetsuits, wasting no time to hit the waves. “Hey!” Her friend yelled from where she was treading water, tone teasing, “be sure to leave some for the rest of us, yeah?” Y/n threw her head back in laughter.

“I make no promises!”

Anytime Y/n surfed out of training or competition she felt so free. No pressure to be perfect. No shouting from her father. No commentary from the sportscasters or questions from reporters. Only her, her board, and the beautiful sea.

She cheered on her friend and the people in their cleanup group when they caught waves. Complimenting them whenever they did a cool trick. In return they whistled and hollered for her. They soon developed an audience from the shore. Children and adults alike stop to watch them in awe. Instantly drawn to Y/n who glided effortlessly, guiding her board into a tube ride.

Unbeknownst to the surfer, a group of navy pilots had stopped their game of dogfight football to observe the show.

Jake whistled, “Damn she’s good.” Mickey agreed.

“I don’t think I’ve seen someone surf like that. She’s a natural.”

“Probably has been doing it for years,” Bradley commented, fixing his aviators. Natasha and Bob hummed in agreement.

“I think I’m in love,” Javy breathed out, simply in awe of what he was witnessing. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen showcasing talent on a board he could only dream of possessing.

He wondered what her laugh sounded like, seeing her head tilt back at something her friend said. Even from the distance her smile was breathtaking. Hair pulled back into a tight bun, body adored in a wetsuit to combat the cool water. A cheeky smirk thrown at her peers when she started paddling toward a forming wave. Standing on the board like a pro and making all kinds of turns and tricks Javy knew he’d wipe out the second he attempted them. Speaking of wiping out, she hadn’t done it once.

Jake nudging him from the side snapped him out of his daydream, “Go talk to her.” At the nod of his head, Javy realized she was running across the sand, stopping when she got to an area of coolers, towels, and backpacks.

“No!” He hissed, eyes reading, ‘are you crazy?’

“Why not? Just go up and start complimenting her. Ask her how long she’s been surfing. That’ll start a conversation.”

Javy scoffed, “Easy for you to say, Mr. Ken Barbie Doll who doesn’t need a confidence boost when talking to women.” Jake went to rebuttals but the sound of Reuben coughing stopped him.

“Uh guys….” He lifted a finger, their gazes following to find a family of four approaching the young woman. They couldn’t hear what was being said, but seeing her take a notepad from the little girl before scribbling in what appeared to be an autograph followed by the father snapping a photo with his phone, it was enough to conclude she was someone.

“Are…is she signing autographs?” Javy wondered aloud. He watched her sign the little boy's boogie board, posing for a photo with him before kneeling down to be on both the children’s level and smile for the camera. Hell even the parents wanted a photo, one of her friends coming over to hold the phone while they positioned themselves on either side. Then finally the whole family had a group one, saying their goodbyes and thank you’s to the woman who waved as they left.

“So she’s kinda famous,” Bradley said the obvious, everyone in a daze. Probably trying to figure out who the woman was, as none had recognized her as an actress or singer.

While they were busy investigating, Y/n unzipped her wetsuit leaving her bikini underneath and pulled on shorts with a graphic t-shirt overtop. “What are you guys doing after this?”

“We’re gonna grab some drinks at The Hard Deck. You down?”

“The Hard Deck?” She repeated with a tilt of the head. Never had she heard of the place.

“It’s that bar over there,” Y/n turned to the direction her friend was nodding at, eyes landing on a building not far from where they stood. “Great vibes, but I must warn ya it’s always filled with Navy fellas.” Y/n perked up slightly. Having lived on O’ahu all her life she was familiar with Navy personnel. After all, Pearl Harbor was located just on the coast of the island.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Miramar is not too far from here. It’s where the pilots train so expect to see some in flight suits.”

At around 6 the group packed it up and headed for the bar. Upon entry Y/n saw exactly what her friend had warned. The place was buzzing. Servicemen and women on every corner, music blasting from the jukebox. They approached the bar top to order a round of beers before settling over by the high top tables, splitting the group up since there were about eight of them.

“Check it out, Machado,” Payback clapped his friend’s back, making him turn to where his attention was. Javy’s eyes widened upon seeing the surfer.

“Did they just get here?”

“Looked like it. You should talk to her—especially since this is the second sighting in mere hours.” The pilot rolled his eyes.

“I don’t wanna come off as a creep, Fitch. What am I supposed to say ‘Hey, sorry if this is weird but I saw you surfing earlier—can I buy you a drink?’ She might throw me to the sharks.”

Natasha shook her head, “men.” A moment later Penny arrived with a tray of beers, placing them down on the seat beside Bob where the guys were shooting pool, “delivery for my favorite dagger squad.”

Thanks were sent her way followed by Jake asking, “Say Pen, you know those guys?” The bartender glanced over her shoulder to see who he was referring to, nodding with a smile.

“Oh that’s some members of the Pacific Beach Surf Club. They were cleaning up the beach earlier for tomorrow's charity competition. Expect the place to be packed if you drop by, it’s always a madhouse. This year they’ve got some of the best surfers participating.”

“Do you know if she’s one of them,” Javy tried to act cool when pointing out the woman.

Upon Penny’s smirk, the answer was clear, “Unless my eyes are deceiving me, I believe that’s ten-time world surfing champion Y/n L/n.”

“Ten?!” Mickey repeated, “Holy shit.” Around him the others were matching his expression. Javy immediately grabbed his phone to type in the name. Sure enough the image of the woman seated at the table appeared on his screen. Clicking on the Wikipedia page he started to read aloud for the group the opening paragraph.

“Y/n M/n L/n, born y/b/m yb/d, 1990 is an American professional surfer from Kapolei, O’ahu, Hawaii and a ten-time World Surf League Women’s World champion, the most titles won by any female surfer to date. L/n made her debut at the World Surf League Junior Championships at age 14 in 2004 in her native O’ahu, winning three consecutive times before turning to senior international competition where she’s won a total of forty world titles—including becoming a five-time triple crown winner. As of 2016, L/n is the defending champion and first women to win the Eddie Aikau Big Wave Invitational. She is set to compete at the first ever U.S Olympic Trials in hopes of making the Tokyo Olympic Team where surfing will make its debut at the Olympics.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” Jake peered over Javy’s shoulder, watching him scroll down to view Y/n’s career statistics. Mickey appeared on the opposite side, whistling under his breath. Natasha took out her own phone to search herself, Bradley, Bob, and Payback all glancing over to see.

“She’s literally called the greatest surfer of this generation,” Bradley pointed out. “Talk about intimidating.”

“Now you gotta buy her a drink, Machado,” Payback concluded, igniting another glare from his friend. “Say you pulled an Olympian.”

“I’ll take it to her,” Penny offered, and before Javy could stop her the woman was back behind the bar. They watched her take a Corona from the cooler, add a lime and proceed to the table the athlete was at. “From the gentlemen by the pool tables,” Penny smiled at Y/n, nodding to the group, “the one the blonde is pointing at.” Turning her head, Y/n saw the guy in question pushing his friend’s hand down, a reddish hue on his cheeks when they made eye contact followed by a wave.

‘Well hello there,’ she thought, smiling at the handsome man. He was in a pair of basketball shorts and t-shirt reading NAVY in bold letters. The group he was with all scattered to make it look like they weren’t eavesdropping when Y/n approached, Corona in hand, “Hi.”

“Hello,” even his voice was attractive. Everything about him was. From his clear smooth skin to his dazzling smile. Toned arms and legs.

“Thanks for the beer.”

“Anytime,” he tipped the one in his hand, Y/n clicking hers against it. “Sorry if this is weird at all. I saw you surfing earlier and was trying to muster up the courage to come talk to you….but couldn’t find the words to say.”

Y/n smirked, gesturing to an empty pool table, “how about a game? Maybe it’ll help loosen your nerves.” Moving to a cue Y/n sees his grin widen, “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“I’m Javy, but you can call me Coyote.”

“Coyote?” She repeats with a chuckle, “That’s an interesting nickname.”

“Callsign actually,” he politely corrects before explaining he was a naval aviator. Grabbing his own cue while she sets up the rack, he added, “Wasn’t my doing.”

“Then how’d you get it?”

“Um…” he made a face, as though he was embarrassed to say. “I’ll tell you if you win this match.” A sound between a scoff and a laugh escaped her.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be.” Javy raises his hands in defense, laughing with her. “And if you win?”

His own smirk appears, “You give me your phone number…maybe even let me take you out.” Biting back a grin and fighting the warm feeling in her chest, Y/n removes the rack leaving the pool balls neatly centered.

“Challenge accepted, Coyote.”

It was safe to say both came out as winners that night. Though Y/n won the game and got the scoop on Javy’s callsign origin, he walked away with her number and plans to have dinner the following night after her charity event. Javy made the promise to come out and watch her surf, excited to see her in action. Hearing Y/n talk about the sport and her accomplishments was even cooler in person than reading it off the internet. From her amateur days to becoming a full blown professional. Winning countless championship titles, being the first woman to win The Eddie and her dream to win gold at the Olympics.

Javy was smitten.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She smiled when they reached her van at the end of the night. They talked for hours to the point they lost track of time. It was 11 o’clock and she had to be up at five.

“You said it starts at noon?” At her nod Javy continued, “I’ll be there. And I look forward to our dinner plans after.” Y/n felt the heat rise, hoping it wasn’t displaying on her face.

“Me too. Thank you for a fun night, Javy,” feeling bold, Y/n leans to place a kiss on his cheek. The action leaves him stunned, smile growing bigger as she pulls away. “See you on the beach.”

Now Javy had loved the beach before meeting Y/n. But his love for it and the ocean only grew the moment he watched her ride the waves. Cheering from the sand as she dropped down and glided the tide with ease. It made him want to stay there forever.

He understood quickly why she was regarded as the greatest female surfer of all time. Yeah it was a charity competition and not a world championship, but Y/n treated the waves no differently. She was a beast. Total control of her board, little to no mistakes.

Their dinner date was filled with laughter, flirty sarcasm, stories so outrageous one would think they were bluffing. Javy spoke of his time at Top Gun and his friendship with Jake. Y/n told him about her college days. Both engaged in conversations about dreams and aspirations. Yeah they had their dream careers, but one can always dream bigger. Dream about friendship, dream about love.

Dream about the future.

When the night came to an end, Y/n laid her head on the pillow with a smile on her face, “I think this might be paradise.”

23 July 2021–The Hard Deck, San Diego California.

“It’s almost time for USA!” Javy hushes everyone, grabbing the remote to increase the volume. The place was packed mostly with the squad's friends, colleagues, the Pacific Beach Surf Club, and college students from UC San Diego. Togethery they were gathered to watch the opening ceremonies of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.

The Tokyo Olympics.

Finally after a whole year of waiting the Games were finally being held. A global pandemic sure would be the only thing to stop the most iconic two-week sporting event in the world.

And Javy’s girlfriend, 12x World champion Y/n L/n, was there to be part of surfing's Olympic debut. Gold on her mind.

The two had been long distance the majority of their relationship, but FaceTimed nearly every day with promises to visit as soon as restrictions were lifted. Y/n traveled to San Diego in the winter of 2020 to mark the couple’s one year anniversary. Then Javy flew to Hawaii in the spring, spending two weeks in Kapolei where most time was spent surfing and late night drive on the beach.

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he sang at the top of his lungs, windows rolled down .

“Than on my surfboard out at sea,” Y/n followed, smile wide on her face with her hair blowing in the wind.

“Lingering in the ocean blue.”

“And if I had one wish come true.”

Together they sang, “I’d surf ‘til the sun sets beyond the horizon!”

Y/n tilted her head back, “‘Āwikiwiki, mai lohilohi. Lawe mai i ko papa he’e nalu.”

Belting out together once again, their voices echoed in the night, “Flying by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride!!”

“‘Āwikiwiki, mai lohilohi. Lawe mai i ko papa he’e nalu.”

“Pi’i nā nalu lā lahalaha. ‘O ka Moana hānupanupa.”

“Lalala i ka lā hanahana. Me ke kai hoene i ka pu’e one.”

“Heel, hele mai kākou ē.”

“Hawaiian roller coaster ride!”

During the Olympic surf qualifying event in Huntington Beach the whole squad was in attendance to cheer Y/n on. Javy embraced her in tears, lifting her onto his shoulders to the hollars and whistles of their friends and family.

Y/n was officially an Olympian.

Now usually during the parade of nations of the opening ceremonies Greece is the first to enter the arena followed by the countries in alphabetical order with the hosting nation entering last. Having waited a whole year due to the Covid-19 pandemic, the world was excited to get the Games started. But to everyone’s surprise the order of the parade of nations would proceed differently than prior Olympics.

Greece still entered first, followed by the Refugee Olympic Team and then the nations paraded in based on where they fell on the Gojūon system. Japan would be the last country to march in, but for the first time ever the hosting countries of the next two Olympics entered before the hosting country. And what were those two countries?

France and The United States of America.

Paris was set to host the upcoming 2024 Games just three years away, and then in 2028 Los Angeles gets the honor once again of bringing the world together. The last time LA hosted was in 1984, and the last time America itself hosted the Summer Games was Atlanta 1996.

“Okay everyone shut up!!” The tv was turned to the loudest volume possible, all in attendance falling to hush whispers.

“Everything changes,” Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson’s voice echoes through the speakers, his silhouette figure walking into an empty arena. “The longest wait of their lives is over.” The beat of the music gets louder, building in pressure. “And the combination of their blood, sweat, and tears,” his face is revealed under the light, “finally arrives.”

The beat drops in time with the image of fireworks rocketing from the Rio arena, an announcer’s voice stating, “this is the moment that you all have been waiting for.”

“It’s not easy to bring the entire whole planet together,” the Rock states, “and it certainly wasn’t tonight. But, here we are.”

“Finally!”

“It’s finally here.”

“The Olympics are finally here,” Gold Medalist Simone Biles grins.

“Yeah, I’m hyped up.”

“Can’t wait to show the world what I got.”

The image shows Dwayne once again, “Tonight we are all so lucky to witness the hardest workers in the room.” Then it changes to athletes training, from gymnast Sam Mikulak to sprinter Noah Lyles. “The athletes who are a brilliant tapestry of talent, commitment, and drive.”

“Drive, drive, drive!”

“Now what was once considered unthinkable just one year ago has become a glorious reality. We come together united to celebrate the Olympians who exemplify the very best in all of us.”

🎼 legs are shaking, hands aching, 🎼

Simone Biles appears, determination in her gaze as she races down the vault runway. “It’s Simone’s party and everyone else is just a guest,” Tim Daggett’s voice cuts in during the clip of Simone at the World Championships, followed by the Rock.

“She is absolutely the greatest gymnast the world has ever seen. But even if there’s nothing left to prove, there’s a chance to launch herself even higher into the rarest air of immortality.”

As Simone lands her vault, it transitions into Katie Ledecky entering the pool. “The most dominant swimmer in the world.” “It’s just ridiculous!”

“She swims like a machine created to wreak havoc and decimate with impunity.”

“Katie Ledecky smashes her own world record!”

“But in reality she’s about the nicest person you’ll ever meet,” the rock’s face returns, bearing his own smile like Katie. “And kindness matters. Always.” Track star Noah Lyles running takes over. “He makes running as fast as you can look the way it’s supposed to look.”

“NOAH LYLES, WORLD CHAMPION!”

Dwayne grins, “Damn fun.” The next athlete featured was the one they were all waiting for.

“On dry land she’s impressive, in the water she’s simply lethal,” the Hard Deck erupted in cheers, Y/n flashing onto the screens showcasing her drop in during the WSL World Tour.

“That’s my baby!!!” Her name appeared in big bold letters like the others, ‘Y/n L/n. Kapolei, O’ahu, HI.’

“Monstruos wave for Y/n L/n, but she handles it like a pro.” The clip shows her pointing to the sky in victory following her win. “She’s here to prove why surfing should’ve been in the Olympics ages ago,” the Rock looks proud, “and look cool as hell while doing so.”

The tone of the video shifts, bringing forth the raw and emotional reality of athletes who’ve given every inch of their soul to be on the world’s greatest sporting stage. “They’re kids from Minneapolis—.”

“Kenny Harrison!” A girl crosses the finish line in joy, soon embraced by her father. “Raleigh.”

Fellow surfer and native Hawaiian Carissa Moore is shown, “And Honolulu.” A baby in a stroller being pushed by her mother. “They’re working moms with unfinished business.” Allison Felix with her daughter.

“This is what makes all the sacrifice worth it.”

Simone Manuel becoming the first Black woman to win an individual Olympic gold at the 2016 Rio Games. “The barrier breakers who’ve proven the power of the platform.”

“I can’t begin to tell you what this means for the sport of swimming in the United States.”

“There’s Jordan—!” A montage of Gold medal winning teams flashed. The Fab Five. The women’s soccer and basketball teams. The women’s rowing team. The Fierce and Final Five of U.S Gymnastics. “And the teams that have dominated for generations with no intention of changing the script for this one.”

“Get the gold medals ready. Again!”

“These awe-inspiring multi-talented athletes are taking on the world.”

🎼 ‘You bring me back to life.’ 🎼

Between the music and feel good montage, some of the viewers in the hard deck were having trouble holding back tears. Chills racking up their body. It made them want to get out and start training to be a world class athlete.

“They really are the best of us. They’re bringing us together.”

“That’s a new world record!”

“And they’re about to give you, at long last, the greatest two-week spectacle the world has ever seen.” Close ups of Team USA’s Olympians rolled, Javy wiping his eyes when Y/n appeared. “It is their Games. It is our Games.”

Absolute chills.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am so grateful to have the honor of presenting to you….Team USA.” At the last word the Rock disappears, cutting to Team USA entering the Tokyo dome—the American flag flying high, “USA! USA! USA!” Though they couldn’t hear the cheers from the Hard Deck across the ocean, that didn’t stop the building from erupting in whistles. It was only the opening ceremonies so one could imagine what it would be like come the 26th and 27th.

When Y/n hits the waves for a chance at Olympic gold.

Tsurigasaki Beach, located 40 miles from Tokyo, was the place where it would all happen. The damp sand beneath Y/n’s toes felt comforting. Although the overcast skies made her worried. Tropical Storm Nepartak caused the waves to be more aggressive and unpredictable. It was going to be an interesting day of competition.

After qualifying with a big score in her heat the previous day, Y/n was set to compete in the quarterfinals that morning. From there the semi-final contestants would be decided, going straight into the event before finals that afternoon. Three events in one day if she made it all the way to the end.

“I’m going to be so sore tonight.”

Shortboard in hand, Y/n raced to the water the second the horn sounded. Instant shivers along her arms from the cold feeling. Cloudy skies prevented the sun from heating the water, “goodness gracious.”

Quarterfinals breezed by. Y/n started off strong with a score of 7 for her first wave, going on to claim two more, another 7 and an 8 bringing her total score to a 15. Putting her, American Carissa Moore, South African Bianca Buitendag and Japan’s Amuro Tsuzuki into the semifinals.

“Stellar performance by Y/n L/n of the United States. She had a bit of trouble on her second wave—which we can’t blame her for; many competitors have been having difficulty today due to the impact of tropical storm Nepartak on the tide. L/n’s score of 15 puts her at the top for the quarterfinals, but that can all change when we return for the semifinals in the next hour. It looks like she’ll be up against Japan’s Amuro Tsuzuki for one of two spots in the gold medal match.”

“That’s how you do it,” Javy clapped at the tv, the footage replaying Y/n’s competition highlights. “Semi-finals here we go.”

During the semis the pressure was on. Y/n could feel it all over, anxiety coursing when the horn sounded. Thirty minutes on the clock, ticking down to eliminate either her or Amuro. Usually her luck turns out for the better whenever she gets the first wave, however, Amuro beats her to it. Catching the next one Y/n focuses on pulling speed and managing her flow into the maneuvers, receiving a score of 6.2 on her first wave, 8.3 on her second and 7 on her third. Unfortunately a wipe out early on her fourth and final wave results in a score of 3.

“Is that gonna be enough?” Jake cringes, noticing the look of unease on his friend's visage. Y/n appeared shaken from the wipe out. Very rare has she ever messed up greatly in competition. But there’s always a first for everything.

Javy had a paper in front of him, writing down Y/n’s scores and the ones of her competitors to predict what she needed and if she was qualified to the final round.

“Her six and seven will be dropped, putting her at 11.30,” he taps the pen on the bar surface, “if Amuro doesn’t get another wave in the next,” Javy checks the time, “two minutes then it should put Y/n through to the finals.”

Amuro did in fact catch another wave before the horn sounded, ending their round in the semis, but it wasn’t enough. Her total score accumulated a 7.43, eliminating her from the final competition.

“One more,” her father/coach took a hold of her shoulders. “You’re almost there, Y/n.” Almost to the gold. “Rest up, you got one hour.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Picking up a water bottle and plotting on the sand Y/n downed the liquid and munched on an apple. To pass time she scrolled through Tik Tok, sent a selfie to Javy—who sent one of him and the squad back—and called her family in O’ahu to calm her nerves. She had already talked with Javy that morning before quarterfinals, promising to FaceTime him after the finals.

It was nerve racking. Regardless of how the event went, Y/n was guaranteed the silver medal. USA would take home both Gold and Silver in surfing’s debut being fellow American Carissa Moore beat out South Africa’s Bianca Buitendag in their round.

One competition left.

Bidding good luck to Carissa, Y/n took her position and waited for the horn. Thirty minutes on the clock. Thirty minutes to a gold medal.

“Here we go,” Payback announced in time with Y/n paddling out to sea. Javy rubbed his hands together, eyes glued to the screen.

“And the two Americans are off in the first ever gold medal match for surfing. Carissa Moore, the 2019 WSL World Champion, and twelve-time title holder Y/n L/n head-to-head to declare who will become the woman to win surfing’s first gold medal. Both have exemplified great performances today—it’s not easy doing a quarterfinals, semi-finals, and finals all in one day, but these pros make it look easy.”

“There she goes!” Nat shouted, earning cheers at the bar when Y/n caught the first wave of the competition.

“Kicking off with the first wave, in just two minutes of the clock starting is Y/n L/n. Dropping in beautifully, easing into the wave…..Straight into an roundhouse cutback, which she does flawlessly. Bottom turn, I think she’s gonna try and do a off-the-lip right here….and she nails it! I think she’s hoping to elongate this wave as far out as she can. Carving now and finishing with a 360 into an Ariel. Wow! That was a great start by Y/n.”

“Yeah that’s what I’m talking about!” Javy shouted over the cheers, grin plastered wide only to brighten more when the score came back a 8.7. “HELL YEAH! LETS GO!”

Carissa’s wave was impressive. She managed to hold it down with complicated moves to earn a 8.5. Both women scored huge on the first waves followed by 7s across the board. Nearing the final five minutes Carissa managed to get a 6.43.

“She can’t get anything lower than a 6.23,” Javy felt sweat pool on his forehead, suddenly feeling hot in the bar despite it being the ass crack of dawn.

“She’s got this,” Nat patted his back.

The clock was ticking down. Two minutes to go and Y/n had yet to find a wave. Placing her palm onto the surface, she took a deep breath, “please, give me a sign.” Not a moment later she felt something in her say to look right.

There, brimming about fifteen feet away, was the perfect wave.

Wasting no time Y/n’s chest planted to her board, paddling as fast as possible. Her heart was pounding, salt water splashing. Positioning herself in front of the forming body, Y/n silently called out to whoever was listening for strength.

“Wow she’s going for that huge current out on the west side. Moore is too far back—it’s gonna be L/n on the final wave of the women’s competition. With one minute to go she’s dropping in—.”

Y/n allowed the adrenaline to consume her, giving it total control as she dropped in. The highest wave of the competition yet, Y/n knew she’d be having a tube ride with how it formed. Picking up speed, she knelt slightly, paralleling her chest with the wall of the wave, the water curving around her. Blocking the world from her view.

It was just her and the sea. No one else.

Closing her eyes briefly, she pictured she was back on O’ahu in the water she grew up in. Sun beating down and gentle hum of seagulls.

Like she was in paradise.

The image left as quick as it came. Y/n snapping out of her daydream to exit the tube ride to the cheers of her father on the beach, curing back into the wave to finish on a high note by performing her signature Ariel. Smiling the whole way down just as the horn signified the end of the competition.

“And there you have it folks. The women’s surfing finals has officially come to a close—Y/n L/n ending her Olympic Games with a remarkable last wave. Absolute perfection with speed, precision, and control. That’s gonna be the highest score for her I feel.”

“C’mon, c’mon,” Javy bit his nail, knee bouncing from the anxiety of not knowing. Carissa’s total score was displayed first, 14.93. Y/n’s lowest was a seven, highest 8.7. Her final wave was amazing, but judging was unpredictable. Anything could happen.

Then in the blink of an eye the hard deck exploded.

“I don’t believe it! Tens across the board for Y/n L/n bringing her total to 17.00!! Y/n L/n has won the gold for the United States—Carissa Moore with the silver. USA goes one and two in women’s surfing at its Olympic debut!!! Take it all in, we are witnessing history,” the screen shows Y/n and Carissa embracing, leaning over their boards to congratulate the other, “Team USA has much to celebrate, the world of surfing has their champion. Y/n L/n adds gold to her name—surfing’s first Olympic Champion here in Tokyo!!”

Y/n laughed the entire time she paddled to shore, raising to her feet to race towards her father. She was soaking wet but he didn’t care. “You did it!” He yelled, kissing her head with tears in his eyes. “You’re an Olympic champion! I’m so so proud of you!” Soon they were greeted by Carissa and the rest of Team USA’s surfing members. The two women were lifted onto shoulders, American flags draped over their backs with photographers surrounding them.

It was a moving image. Two women from Honolulu and Kapolei, Hawaii won surfing’s first Olympic silver and gold medal. If only Duke Kahanamoku could be there to witness.

Back at the hard deck celebratory drinks were served and toasts raised to Y/n. Javy barely contained his emotion, eyes watering the moment her name came back the winner. Natasha and Jake embraced him in a hug, the guys whistling and hollering. Penny rang the bell.

“She won! Oh my God my baby is a gold medalist!! This is the best day ever!!”

The entire podium ceremony Y/n was on cloud nine. Placing the gold medal around her neck, she took a moment to stare at it. Disbelief and awe in her eyes. ‘Wow, I actually did it.’

When the national anthem came to an end Y/n did the traditional bite of the medal for the cameras. Posing with Carissa and Bianca afterwards, Y/n was ushered to interviews.

“Hello, Y/n,” the reporter beamed, “congratulations are in store—what an amazing moment for you. You’re the first gold medalist in women’s surfing at the Olympics. How does it feel?”

“It’s absolutely a dream come true. For years the surfing community has wished for this—to be in the Olympics and for me to be part of its debut, winning the gold medal…I-I can’t put into words how much this means to me. I’m so grateful and honored.”

“You’ve been around for a while now,” the reporter mentioned, “2004 was the first time we saw you and you’ve gone on to have a stellar surfing career. Winning the WSL World Surfing Games twelve times now—competing when it was still called the WSL World Championships and became the first woman to win The Eddie Aikau Big Wave Invitational in 2016. This is your first Olympic Games, surfing will be at the Paris Games in three years. Can we expect to hopefully see you there?”

“I wouldn't rule it out,” Y/n winked with a giggle. “Paris is in three years and I would love to return to the Olympics again. After dreaming for so long I don’t want to let it go so easily. Of course anything can happen between now and 2024 but with my family, friends, and boyfriend cheering me on with their endless support…” she gave a cheeky shrug, “I’m gonna work hard and get back in the water once I’m home.”

“We’ll be rooting for you, Y/n. I don’t think the surfing world is ready to say goodbye to you. Anything else you’d like to say before you have to go. Anyone you’d like to say thanks to?”

Instantly the Olympian brightened, eyes locking on the camera. “I wanna give a shoutout to my hometown of Kapolei on O’ahu—the place where this journey started on the beautiful beaches and waters of my home. To my family and friends, thank you for your love, support, guidance and always cheering me on even when the going gets tough. My dad, who’s been my coach since I was seven is with me here to share this win, I couldn’t have done this without him. To my San Diego family watching, you better save me a beer at the Hard Deck when I come visit next week,” she winks, knowing the squad would get a kick out of it. Then Y/n softens, “and finally to my boyfriend, Javy, who’s with our friends in Fightertown. I love you so much, thank you for being my rock during quarantine and pushing me to do my best. I can’t wait to see you and this is for you.” Holding up the medal, Y/n blows a kiss to the screen before saying goodbye to the reporter.

Upon landing in San Diego two nights later, Y/n was greeted by a celebration from her friends. Members of the Pacific Beach Surf Club were there, as were the dagger squad. Javy met her in the middle the second she exited the terminal, lifting her in his arms. “Finally your back!! I’m so fucking proud of you!” Setting her down, he kept his arms around her and the two jumped up and down like school children in a heap of laughter.

Finally they calmed, sharing a sweet kiss. “How was your flight,” he walked when they pulled away, moving to grab her carryon back.

“Long,” she moaned, leaning into his side. “But worth it.” Soon she was surrounded by their friends. Congratulations all around, Mickey asking to see the medal, Jake saying all her drinks are on him, Nat telling her how much she missed having another girl around. “I missed you guys,” Y/n pouted, “man I wish you all could’ve been there.”

“Don’t worry, Y/n/n,” Bradley patted her shoulder, “We’ll be there in Paris.”

“That’s quite a bit away, Roo.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “but there’s no harm in planning now.”

“Let’s let the woman rest before kicking her training mode into gear,” Javy teased, earning a playful nudge from his girlfriend. Together they got her bags and headed straight for The Hard Deck. They drinked, they danced. Javy and Y/n had a rematch of their pool game.

“This feels a bit like deja vu,” she smirked, chalking up her cue. Javy winked, puckering his lips in an air kiss causing her to laugh.

For a week Y/n stayed in San Diego before flying home to Hawaii with Javy. Again she was greeted at the airport by her family and friends she’d grown up with. The local news station was present, students from schools wanting to join in on the celebration. It felt amazing to be home after two weeks away.

They settled in at her Honolulu home, finding the perfect place to display her medal and ordered take out since neither was in the mood to cook after a 6 ½ hour flight. Once finished with dinner Y/n gave her boyfriend a knowing look, “Wanna watch the sunset?”

She didn’t mean sitting on her porch or even the sand. No, she meant taking the boards and laying out on the sea as the calm surface of the water kept them afloat.

Javy agreed, rushing to get his swim trunks on while she put on a swimsuit. Grabbing their boards they locked up the house and jogged the quarter of a mile to the beach, paddling out to get a front row seat of the descending sun. Colors of bright orange and pink painted the sky. A beautiful contrast to the deep blues of the ocean.

“Is this heaven?” He whispered, finding her eyes staring back at him from where her cheek pressed to the board. All the love conveying in the simple look. And with her gentle words, Javy felt all the worry and unease he ever experienced lift from his soul.

“More like paradise.”

……………….

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[son1c]

note from @tflora04: Hello there! Author here! So that one post you made about Shadow getting released by the megaflora by Sonic’s prompting lives rent free in my head, and instead of sleeping like a sane person, I spent the night and day writing this! I hope it deals as much emotional damage to your followers as I managed to deal to you, and I wish all readers who went through this drabble a lovely rest of the day :3c

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Sonic has been running for days.

Okay, that was probably an overstatement, but time was hard to keep track of under the canopy of the jungle around him, and the emotional roller coaster he went through recently more than warranted him feeling like he’s been on the road for a while. Usually when he was upset by something, he would sprint around Green Hill for an eternity, before crashing at Tails’ workshop and falling asleep instantly. It was a good way to let off steam and help him forget about what was bothering him, and he could vent to his little brother when he felt like doing so. But he didn’t have the luxury of an evening jog or the fox’s comfort this time, because a) Green Hill was gone, (shattered thanks to his thoughtlessness, as Shadow loved to remind him all the time) and b) he had someone to catch up with.

Ever since he saw the faker disappear into the foliage and he could touch solid ground again, he’s been rushing through the bushes to find him. His mind was clouded during his pursuit, replaying the last conversation he had with Shadow (but that wasn’t really Shadow was it?) in his head over and over. How Shadow seemed uncharacteristically calm all of a sudden. How he proclaimed he wasn’t mad at Sonic anymore. How he thanked him for destroying the prism that shattered their world, their home-

That’s when Sonic realized that wasn’t Shadow talking anymore. Shadow was furious with him over what happened, expressing how much he blames Sonic very vocally, and very violently. But at least Shadow’s anger, Sonic was familiar with. At least their ensuing fight, like the countless clashes before at their homeworld, was a routine Sonic could fall back on. At least Shadow was himself, not scattered to the wind and reassembled in the handful of worlds he visited like the rest of his friends. At least Shadow was Shadow. At least he remembered. At least Sonic had something- someone left of his world. He may not have had any of his friends, but at least he had found an ally and someone to sympathize with in Shadow.

Shadow, who was slowly getting tangled in the vegetation of the forest as the conversation kept going. Shadow, who wasn’t looking at him not with a guarded expression that betrayed no feelings or thoughts, but with an expression that held no emotion at all. Shadow, who referred to himself as ‘we’, was acting increasingly more wrong the longer he talked. Shadow… who wasn’t Shadow anymore. Someone, or something, was talking through him instead.

They thanked him. Thanked him for creating their world, giving them life, giving them Shadow- like he wanted these houseplants to take Shadow. Like he wanted them to use his copycat as a glorified speaker to talk. Like he led the last remnant of his world straight into a trap on purpose, into a fate worse than death, to serve a giant helping of salad for the rest of his life. No, Sonic didn’t want this. Just like he didn’t want to shatter the Paradox prism that broke their world into pieces.

Up until recently, he was working on fixing the latter, but the task of restoring their world had to be put on hold. Sonic needed to get Shadow back to his senses first. If he could figure out what was going on with the ultimate lifeform, if he could just get him to break free of the Boscage’s megaflora, to talk to him, then maybe-

Sonic had to stop himself from colliding with the other hedgehog as he stumbled into a clearing, where the sun was breaching through the leaves of the foliage in brilliant rays. Sonic was momentarily blinded by the shift in brightness, but recognized where he was instantly. It was the place where he managed to get through to Thorn Rose before. Where he goaded the alternate Amy into helping him smash a hole through the ceiling of leaves. Where she and the rest of his alternate friends reconciled, and with the warm light shining on them from above, things seemed to be turning for the better for the crew of Boscage.

Shadow was standing in the middle of the clearing, staring straight up into the sky through the gap in the trees. For a minute, both mobians stood still, Shadow stiff as a pole struck into the ground, and Sonic hesitant to get closer in fear of scaring Shadow off. Then, slowly, with an unnatural, choppy raise of Shadow’s hand, the canopy of the trees grew over the patch, obscuring the forest floor once again.

Sonic swallowed. ’All that work to get the sun shining down here again, and you undid all of that just ‘cause you need your dramatic lighting? I knew you were a drama queen, but you don’t need to live up to your namesake that badly Shadz.’ The quip was on the tip of his tongue, and had the circumstances been different he probably would’ve said something like that. But his throat felt so tight he couldn’t. Sonic knew now wasn’t the time to be taunting Shadow. Because while the black hedgehog was standing right in front of him, seeing the vines enveloping him from shoulders to toes, Sonic knew he was impossibly far away at the same time.

“Why are you upset, Earthling?” The thing controlling Shadow’s body had him standing rigidly, moving his hand back down clumsily as it spoke. A shiver ran down Sonic’s spine, noticing how hollow Shadow’s voice was, how it was lacking any of his usual edge and moodiness. And there was that nickname again. If it was the megaflora’s attempt at showing affection, Sonic wasn’t having any of it. While the plants may have been genuine with their effort, it made Sonic’s skin crawl to think about how grateful these invaders were to him. For bringing Shadow here in the first place. For not noticing something was wrong sooner. For being so ignorant and unfocused as to let Shadow lose himself to the greenery of this world. Maybe if he stopped Shadow from coming with him, if he managed to convince the faker he could handle the Shatterspaces alone, and left him back in the void (even though Sonic hated the thought of leaving Shadow alone in that lonely space)… none of this would’ve happened.

The void was empty and dull, yes. The ultimate lifeform would’ve been bored out of his mind out there, for however long Sonic took to recover the shards. But that apathy while floating through the remaining shards of their world would’ve been better than… this.

Sonic shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of what-ifs. Now was the time to fix what he could in the present.

“Let him go.” Sonic stepped forward defiantly, putting as much sternness into his voice as he could manage.

Shadow turned his head to stare at him. Just this small movement and the wide-eyed stare his black counterpart was studying him with was so bizarre and wrong, that it made Sonic want to instinctively take a step back. It was as if the plants didn’t know how to properly pilot a mobian body, which, given that they were immobile trees and vines before, made a lot of sense. That, or Shadow wasn’t letting them get the knowledge of how to puppet him around. Maybe, and Sonic let himself believe, Shadow was fighting back. That gave him courage as he steeled himself, glaring at the husk of the other hedgehog coldly.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen. With how much praise the Boscage had given him, Sonic hoped that this would be the end of their conflict. The plants would let Shadow go, and then they could leave this Shatterspace behind together and never set foot in the jungle or look at any vegetables again. But even with how much the megaflora adored him, it seemed they didn’t want to give up their new toy.

“Why would we let him go? Didn’t you bring him to us? He is being put to good use,” the black hedgehog asked as the vines curled tighter around him possessively, rooting Shadow to the spot. Sonic felt his stomach twist at the sight.

“At least let me speak to him. Let me speak to Shadow.” Sonic pleaded.

The thing controlling Shadow’s body made him cock his head to the side, giving the impression of puzzlement.

“You are speaking to us. We are Shadow.”

Sonic felt his mouth twist into a snarl, and his hands ball into fists.

“No, the REAL Shadow, not you weeds talking through him! Stop controlling him and feeding him words, and let HIM speak!” Sonic shouted in anger at the black hedgehog in front of him, and while he stared directly into the other’s eyes, he found no trace of his copycat in them. Looking away, Sonic felt tears prickle his eyes, and his plea came out broken and quiet.

“…please.” he forced out as his throat closed up, not letting out another sound in fear of a sob coming out instead. All the fight was taken out of Sonic as he realized just how far gone Shadow was. He didn’t know what else to convince the plants with other than begging, because if they were truly grateful, they wouldn’t want to see their creator in pain, right?

Shadow’s body fully turned to face him then. Sonic half expected another vine to restrain him like last time for his outburst, but no such thing happened. Instead, Shadow’s body sagged, and the vines started to slither off of him.

“…As you wish, Earthling. ”

Sonic looked back up and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Were these overgrown flowers actually listening to him? Were they really letting Shadow go? As the vines retreated further and further, Sonic let himself take a few cautious steps forward. Reaching out a hand tentatively to catch the other mobian if he were to fall or stumble, Sonic waited with bated breath.

As the last of the vines left Shadow’s body, the black hedgehog let out a soft gasp. He stared straight into Sonic’s eyes, and the hero swore he saw something flicker in them. Shadow’s expression twisted from the blank one the plants had forced on him before, to disbelieving and almost… fearful? Shadow glanced down at the vines on the floor, and Sonic saw his hands move out of the corner of his eye, slowly and with caution, but much more naturally than before. It was as if he was testing how much he could act on his own before the plants enveloped him again. He then glanced at the green chaos emerald clutched tightly in one of his other hand, and judging by the faker’s strength, if that was any ordinary gemstone, Sonic was certain it would be broken by now.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Sonic was advancing on Shadow like he was a startled animal, and Shadow was barely moving his fingers, inch by inch, joint by joint. Eventually, Sonic couldn’t bear the silence anymore and spoke.

“Shadow? Is that… really you now?”

Shadow glanced back up at him. The intense gaze he fixed Sonic with held heaps more emotion than the plants ever managed to put on his face, but Sonic couldn’t decipher any of them. Shadow was always hard to read, but at that moment, Sonic was grateful for the tiny differences he showed from the seconds before when he wasn’t emoting at all.

The other hedgehog still refused to speak though. Worrying as that was, Sonic had to trust that what was standing in front of him was the real Shadow. The plants respected him enough not to trick him like this, right? They wouldn’t be able to put such wariness into his eyes. It dawned on Sonic that maybe Shadow wasn’t aware of the conversation he had with the megaflora, and was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He needed to reassure the black hedgehog that he was safe. Or, well, as safe as he could be with the vines slithering around his feet.

“Shadow, it’s okay. You can talk. These saladbrains won’t-”

As Sonic took another step, the other hedgehog lurched forward. Shoving the chaos emerald into his open palms, Shadow, at last, began to speak.

“S-Sonic. You need to get out of here. Take the chaos emerald and RUN.” the ultimate lifeform told him frantically.

Sonic’s blood ran cold. The desperation in Shadow’s voice, the way his breathing quickened, and the force with which he gripped his hands like a lifeline made something snap in the hero.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not leaving you here!” Sonic shouted at his rival, shoving the emerald back into his hands.

Because how dare Shadow assume Sonic would leave him behind?! How dare Shadow even suggest Sonic leave him to this fate, for the plants drag him around with vines like strings, and eat away at him until there was nothing left?! How dare Shadow act so self-sacrificial, when Sonic ran through half the jungle just to find him again?!

No, that wasn’t happening. Not when Sonic finally got Shadow talking. Not when there was hope. Sonic firmly shoved the emerald back into Shadow’s hands once again as his copy attempted to do the same, and planted his own hands on Shadows shoulders. He noticed the other mobian begin to shake, so trying his best to ground him, Sonic softly spoke.

“Shadow, it’s going to be okay. Tell me how to help you.”

It may have been a trick of the light, but Sonic swore he saw tears in Shadow’s eyes. The faker furrowed his brows in… anger? As he spoke through gritted teeth.

“You can’t! I-…”

Shadow’s body curled in on itself, and for a minute Sonic was terrified the plants broke their promise. That they were trying to take him over again. He gripped the other hedgehog harder as he forced words through his panicked heaving.

“They’re so LOUD Sonic, I can’t-… I can’t tell myself apart from them, we-… they all SOUND THE SAME-”

Sonic put pressure on Shadow’s shoulders in an effort to ground him, to try and guide him through his fear.

“Shadow calm down. We’re gonna find a way out of this, I promise, just hang on-”

“There you are, faker!”

Sonic turned his attention to the new voice, which was oddly reminiscent of-

Shadow pushed him away, just as something slammed into the spot where they were standing seconds before. From the kicked-up dust and wilting plants, another Shadow rose up, and wasted no time in attacking again. His fake, jelly-like arm transformed into something that resembled giant hedge shears, as he slashed across where Shadow was stumbling back from. The plants he came into contact with instead released a strange ooze, which evaporated seconds later, leaving the remaining flora looking more like the vegetation Sonic was familiar with back in Green Hill.

Halcyon. Gerald Robontik’s countermeasure against the megaflora.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Sonic wasted no time throwing himself in between the two versions of his rival.

“Halcyon, stop!”

Sonic had to duck as Halcyon attacked again, bringing Shadow down with him, who was clutching at his head with his free arm in pain. The plants probably became ruffled when Halcyon showed up, and were trying to get the hedgehog under their thrall to act against the intruder. If they took over Shadow again now...

“Sonic, step away from that thing! It needs to be put down, the megaflora can’t have access to such a powerful weapon!” Halcyon declared as his arm shifted into an axe-like appendage.

Weapon. Because that’s all Shadow was to other people, huh? A weapon to be used, to be exploited, and when not needed, to be put away or destroyed. He was nothing but a tool for the megaflora and nothing but a threat to be eliminated for Halcyon. The ultimate lifeform, the most powerful weapon. Just that one word made Sonic’s blood boil on Shadow’s behalf.

Sonic stood back up to shield Shadow from any further attacks Halcyon could throw, yelling furiously at the other ultimate lifeform.

“HE’S NOT A WEAPON, HE’S SHADOW! He’s my friend! You can’t just-”

“S-son-nic.” came a shaky voice from behind him, which made the blue hedgehog shut his mouth instantly. A hand grabbed onto his leg to get his attention as Sonic turned around to look at the source.

The sound of Shadow’s broken muttering and the state he saw him in made the rest of Sonic’s anger evaporate in an instant, and in its place, concern, and then terror flooded him. The vines were starting to ensnare Shadow again, going up from his legs to his waist, his chest, his arms, wrapping around his wrists, his quills-

No. No, no, no! Not again! He couldn’t let Shadow get taken again! Not when he was so close! Sonic desperately held onto his counterpart, with the vines gripping him even harder. He noticed in horror that these creepers had thorns on them, digging into Shadow’s skin, and into his own. He ignored the pain and tried to call out to the other hedgehog again.

“Shadow? No no no, come on, stay with me man, I’ll think of something, just-”

-don’t leave me here alone. Don’t leave me with nobody else to remember our world. Don’t leave me without a reminder of what I’m fighting for, what we’re fighting for. Because we’re in this together, Shadow. So don’t you dare think I’ll give up on you.

He couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say any of it. Because as the vines reached the top of his head, coming to a rest at his ears, Shadow, with one last push, forced the chaos emerald into Sonic’s hands. His face held no emotion anymore, but his mouth formed one last word.

“Go.”

And then Shadow turned towards the advancing Halycon, and Sonic knew, instinctively, that it wasn’t Shadow moving anymore.

[rawstfish]

What Saw traps I would give CoD characters

I'm gonna put this under read more because It's gonna be long as hell. Also I am Jigsaw for this :)

He's getting this so I can watch him die. He would react like Peter Strahm did so he's getting crushed. I can't wait to watch him get crushed while mogging on him.

Price: Glass Coffin

It's a classic. It's an icon. He's gonna be fanboying while getting out. He will be successful and I am letting him take it home.

Gaz: Reverse Bear Trap

I wanted to give them a trap together and is more perfect than the spike trap for them. Mace is on the side that is only flesh wounds, while Ghost is on the side that is piercing his major arteries. Mace will not be able to get the spikes out though, because he can't kill Ghost even after all the shit Ghost has done to him. They will both be bitching and arguing in this trap.

Ghost and Mace: The Spike Trap

Soap: The Shotgun chair

I think I'm funny and I'm gonna make him shoot his own head. Makarov this one is for you <3 (OG Soap get's the flammable jelly. It would piss him off so bad but I think he could finish it.)

Thorne and Charly: Oxygen Crusher

I want them to do one together, but one of them does have to die. This would insanely sad to be honest, but it would be really fun. They would be communicating purely through eye contact and they know exactly what the other is saying.

Golem: Rigg's Trial

I think they are similar in the way that they wanna save people and that's what is whole trial is about. I think he'll be fine, this will be good for him. It's gonna stress him out so bad and he will cry but it will be awesome :)

Domino: The Scalping Seat

I don't know I just think this a good pick for her. Especially with Golem doing the trail and having to help her, this will bring them closer together. Domino is supposed to kill Golem if she freed, but I'm Jigsaw so I'll let it pass if she doesn't. They can work together on the Rigg's Trial :D

Wyatt and Talon: The Bathroom Trap

This would be the funniest fucking thing in the world. Talon is immediately fussing and yelling at Wyatt. I think Wyatt would be scared but he's covering up by telling joking and messing Talon 10x harder than usual. Wyatt is in the tub and Talon is on the pipe. Wyatt is losing that key just like Adam did. Talon is going to try his hardest to kill Wyatt. I believe in him but Wyatt also has dumb luck soooo...

Mara I'm sorry I wanna include the Angel Trap and you are who I chose to be in it. It's kinda unwinnable but I think Mara will find a way. She's immediately sticking her hand in that acid and getting the key. She would work fast which is why I think she'll find a way to win.

Mara: Angel Trap

Alex: The Death Mask

I just think this would be so cute for Alex. He gets to have a missing eye now too because he is winning this. This would be like nothing to him.

Of course they have to do a something together and the impalement wheel is perfect for them. It's literally lifting something heavy and holding it in place, they both got this. I can't decide who should be where so I'm actually putting them in there twice but they switch places. They will win both times.

Minotaur and Bale: The Impalement Wheel

This is just Nikto and Krueger's dream come true. They are killing Rodion and then each other. They are pushing the saws to have a strength test while flirting. Rodion's dead body is above them while they do this.

Nikto, Krueger, Rodion: Public Execution trap

Zane and Azur: The Steam Maze

This because they have to work together BUT in MW19 they are fighting with each other. This will help them work whatever is happening between them out :)

Grinch: Razor Wire Maze

This is perfect for Grinch, he will have a blast. He is gonna think this is the coolest and funnest thing on the planet, he's going to treat this like a roller coaster. I'm watching this and I have to go down there and tell him to stop. Then I recruit him and he gets to be one of the Pig Mask killers :)

Iskra: The Knife Chair

This is an easy win for Iskra and she gets to come out of it with face scars. She will be hotter, you can thank me later for my genius mind.

Nikolai: The Classroom Trap

Okay now I have group ones :)

This is an excuse to see Nikolai naked, because this is an easy win for him. Oh my god he wouldn't shut up about surviving a saw trap. He would tell this story again and again.

I'm making Graves choose his 2 favorite Shadow Company members. Lerch, Velikan, Roze, and 3 other members are gonna be on the carousel. Graves would hate this so fucking much, he would genuinely feel guilty killing any of them.

Shotgun Carousel: Shadow Company

The Fatal Five's Trial: Demon Dogs

This is an easy win for them and they are literally coming out fine. They are gonna get burgers after it. I can't have any of them die but I wanna put them in a trap soooo...

Nerve Gas House: Otter, Morte, Syd, Konig, Chuy, Fender, Yegor

I just think they would all hate this BUT still be smart enough to win, minus Yegor though. He would be too freaked out and not be thinking clearly at all. He's dying to the magnum eyehole. I'm making Otter get in the furnace. He would hate it soooo bad. I could see him seeing off the trap and the other's having to get him out because he would be low-key freaking out. Oh my god then they all could be like, "You should give me that antidote because I saved you." They are throwing Konig in the needle pit. She's literally tall enough to just land down there safely but they are pushing her in. Fender is finding the razor box and getting that antidote. I'm doing this because he has the biggest arm out of all of them so he has to do it. Syd is having fun messing with the other's but as soon as something happens to her she's not having fun and is pissed off. Chuy would be fine, he would be like Syd. They are sacrificing Morte. For what? I don't know they just are.

Acid Room: Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, and Makarov

Alejandro and Rudy are choosing whether or not Valeria is dying by acid. Alejandro and Valeria are fussing and fighting for most of the time. Until he goes over to switch. BUT, he wouldn't be able to pull it because he does love Valeria. Rudy could pull it. Oh, Makarov is there on Valeria's side because she's his coke dealer. He can not lose his favorite coke dealer (spoiler warning: He's losing his favorite coke dealer)

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.3 Continued: the darkness of roller coasters, club-bulges, hookups, and apples

This is a continuation of Episode 2.3: Kelvin topples, Keefe cuddles, and Titus is caged.  With bonus s* loads

Eli's Past: Gideon is clearing out stuff, in preparation for moving into Roy Gemstone's old house on the estate, when he comes across a suitcase full of Eli's wrestling memorabilia.  Plus some newspaper articles about Glendon Marsh, Junior's father, who gave Eli a job as a loan enforcer. He had a whole crime syndicate; he ordered the murders of some police officers who were snooping around -- like Thaniel Block!  So maybe Eli didn't just break thumbs -- maybe he and Junior were  full-fledged hit men!

Jesse concludes that Eli brought Junior to town to kill Thaniel!  He rushes to tell Judy.  

While they are talking, Judy's husband BJ comes in with even more evidence: He was out rollerblading in the amusement park on the estate, and came across Eli riding the rollercoaster by himself, over and over.  (wait -- don't you need someone to turn it and off for you?).

"Funny -- Daddy always hated that rollercoaster," Judy muses.  Maybe he's using it to work himself into a murderous frenzy, so he can kill more people!

The Amusement Park: Jesse and Judy go to the park to investigate. Suddenly Kelvin appears, having tracked them down (or BJ told him where they were)

Notice that he's trying to dilute the raw homoerotic power of his usual outfits.  He still wears a power-inducing lion t-shirt and a club-bulge (or is that his real package?), but he's hiding it with a granny sweater and a cap.  

And what's with the wedding ring?  It's been a few days since the dressing room scene. Did he and Keefe solve the "buddies or boyfriends" dilemma by getting married?

Kelvin pocketed Eli's cell phone after "grow up" speech, so they can search it for clues.  After a bit where they try to think of the passcode -- it's Eli's birthday, but when is his birthday? --they find a text to Martin from the night of the murders: "Went out with Junior. Things went sideways. Need your help here."  Then "Thanks for cleaning up my mess." Uh-oh. proof positive!

A Hookup: The siblings confront Eli, who tells them what really happened on the night of the murders: he and Junior go bowling. Four ladies sitting beneath a "Hot Snacks" sign spread their legs,  Junior picks the one with the biggest breasts, and Eli picks the Asian.  She takes him back to her place and purrs, growls, smooches at him, takes off things

Eli is enthusiastic about hooking up, but for some reason he decides to go to the bathroom and shave off his pubic hair first. Dude, a lady is waiting with her legs spread.  Isn't that, like, a heterosexual mating signal?   He accidentally cuts himself on the testicle, starts bleeding, and calls Martin to help.  So, are you going to see her again?

In the Medieval Arthurian epics written by Chrétien de Troyes and others; the Fisher King suffers from a wound in his groin or hip, symbols for his genitals, often as punishment for sexual infidelity.  As a result, he is impotent, and his land is infertile.  Here Eli suffers from a symbolic castration, maybe as punishment for "two-timing" Aimee-Leigh: in this universe, true love lasts forever, even behind the grave, and betraying that love is worse than murder: "Why couldn't you have just killed someone?" Kelvin yells.  

The siblings stomp out.

"I will do the coming": It's time for homoerotic shirtless Bible study.  Kelvin begins with a reference to Eli: "The world is full of people who will fail you, betray you, let you down."

Muscleman Titus refuses to sit crosslegged with the others, or even "take a knee."  Gay joke: Keefe explains that Kelvin meant "get on your knees."  He's an expert on being on his knees, as we will discover in Episode 2.6 . 

Titus has been in the steam showers with Kelvin and Keefe. I wonder if his closeness to the Messiah’s body makes him feel privileged, free to defy orders.  But next he goes too far:  he doesn't have time "to sit around for story time like a fucking toddler. » Kelvin hits the roof. 

Interpreting Titus' back-talk as a formal challenge to his authority, Kelvin tells the men to put on their formal robes -- shiny black, but still displaying their chests and abs -- and gather for judgement.  Titus tries to smooth things over, but the increasingly unstable cult leader screams "I am the leader!  I am the alpha, not you!" before challenging Titus to carry a heavy stone cross twenty feet. If he succeeds, Kelvin will step down. 

Titus is swayed by the promise of taking an inside-the-house bed instead of sleeping in a yurt, so he tries -- and fails.  Struggling and screaming "No, no!", the "traitor" is placed in a tiger cage to serve a seven-day sentence.  Involuntary confinement in a tiny cage where he can't even stand up? In the hot South Carolina sun?  That is brutal, Kelv Baby!  Not to mention a felony.  You've gone full-on Darth Vader.

 Titus yells: "Destruction will come unto thee, and I will do the coming!"  

?Junior doesn't take rejection well:  Junior appears in Eli's car in the empty parking garage (doesn't the megachurch emperor have his own assigned parking spot?).  Hulking in the back seat, he eats an apple with a knife, which he waves menacingly, and asks why Eli is ghosting him.  

 "We're not in the same world now.  I'm not a thug no more. I met Aimee-Leigh, and she changed me.  I don't want to be your friend."

So Eli didn't murder Thaniel and the other men, or order their murders.  Maybe Junior did it, performing what he thought was an act of love, and now he feels betrayed.  He rushes from the car, but stops to tell Eli,  "If we ain't friends, we enemies."

Eli was saved from his wilding youth, his days of carousing, breaking things, and "playing with little muscle boys," through heterosexual romance, or more precisely through finding a woman who loved him unconditionally.  Kelvin has fallen just as far into the darkness with his God Squad cult, if not farther.   Heterosexual romance is out of the question, of course, but maybe he could be saved by the unconditional love of a man.  Say, perhaps, Keefe?  The end.

[linuxgamenews]

Crusader Kings III reaches a new record of units sold

Crusader Kings III 4x grand strategy game celebrates 3 million sales across Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Due to the creative genius of Paradox Development Studio. Available with a discount on both Steam and Humble Store, plus 89% Very Positive reviews. Crusader Kings III has been around for about three years, and it's getting noticed in the world of digital adventures. Letting players step into a world of medieval times, where you don the armor of a knight, take on family drama, and travel across vast kingdoms. Well, three years ago, Paradox Interactive launched this 4x grand strategy game on Linux. Recently, shared that they've sold an amazing 3 million copies. Just to clarify, this number is just for the basic version of Crusader Kings III – it does not count all the extra DLC content since the launch. This feat isn't just about big numbers, though. It shows how engaging and captivating this adventure is. So that people from all walks of life, not just history fans, have been diving in, making it their gateway to the realm of historical adventures. Over the years, Crusader Kings III players from around the globe have embarked on countless quests. While facing numerous challenges and weaving in their own unique tales. Paradox even has a unique new trailer and infographic to showcase some of these memorable moments. And it's a sight to behold.

Crusader Kings III: 3 Year Anniversary

Alex Oltner, who's at the helm of the epic Crusader Kings III, shared his excitement for 3 million sales. He mentioned how the past three years have been a roller-coaster ride of creativity and passion. According to him, Crusader Kings III is not just about wars and kingdoms. It's also about building, sharing tales, and even finding romance. The team's recent addition, the "Tours & Tournaments" pack, received a lot of attention from players. They're also far from done. They've got a treasure trove of fresh ideas waiting for them to explore. Paradox recently launched the "Wards & Wardens" event pack, and it was chosen by the community. Moreover, they teased about the next chapter in the journey, hinting at a "Legacy of Persia" pack that will be releasing soon. So, if you're into medieval tales, family sagas, or just love a grand adventure, Crusader Kings III might just be your next big thing. Celebrating 3 million sales, available on both Steam and Humble Store. Priced at $34.99 USD / £29.39 / 34,99€ with the 30% discount. Dive into the 4x grand strategy game and start your own epic journey on Linux, maybe even Mac or Windows PC.

[ddejavvu]

*kicks down your door* Hotch with a reader who likes fixing the team subtly (straightening jackets, getting them cups of coffee) and he's so touch starved and smitten everytime he sees them enter a room he purposefully messes up his tie so they'll fix it for him bc that's just who they are and it's just some incredibly obvious schoolyard crush pining. (The team gives him shit for it but honestly it's worth it)

*props your door back up*

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

please my door was locked how did you kick it down so easily </33 also I LOVED THIS ASK <33 it's sosososo cute i wanna fix his tie that he messes up for me :')))))

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At the telltale sounds of your footsteps, very distinct in Aaron's mind, he brushes a hand over his chest, faking an itchy shoulder. Once he 'scratches the itch', he withdraws his hand, his tie now folded over itself and askew from the neat row of buttons down his front.

You poke your head into the conference room sheepishly, "Sorry I'm late! I had to get Reid coffee," You pass the doctor a steaming cup of what's mostly sugar, "He looked exhausted this morning."

Reid smiles appreciatively at you, taking the warm mug and cupping it in his cold hands, "Thanks, Y/L/N!"

You nod cheerily at him, then take your seat. You're sandwiched between Hotch and Rossi, and much to Aaron's chagrin, Dave gets your attention before he does.

"There's a- hang on," You stick your tongue partially out of your mouth in concentration as you pluck a ball of fuzz from the lapel of Rossi's jacket, "There."

"My own personal lint roller." Rossi quips, an appreciative glint in his eyes.

"Let's get started." Hotch breaks the comfortable silence in the room, and you stare up at the screen in front of you rather than at him. He makes a point to introduce the case, speaking as much as possible so that you'd have to notice him.

"-but those all came back in the autopsy reports as being done postmortem." He gestures to a puncture wound on the fourth victim's thigh, then flips to a cut on her cheek, "But these-"

He stops dead in his tracks as he feels a hand against his chest. He stares down at you, his heart fluttering (something he thought it was no longer capable of doing) as you readjusted his tie.

"Sorry," You grin bashfully at him, "Your tie was folded over."

Prentiss and Morgan share a shit-eating grin from across the table, and Hotch knew he'd be the subject of their own little private message session.

"Seems to always be out of place when you come around," Derek supplies, and you furrow your brow slightly, leaning back in your chair.

You open your mouth to speak, hopefully, Hotch thinks, about how confused you are at Derek's not-so-subtle teasing. He doesn't know what he'll do if his cover is blown, so he interrupts you, tossing a list of the victims attributes towards him.

"You're in charge of the preliminary profile this time." Hotch stares Derek down sternly, "I want you to get started ASAP."

"We haven't even left yet," Derek's lips part indignantly, "Remind me to mind my own business next time and stay out of your little crush."

[poohbea]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

eren yeager | angst (because i want to see y’all suffer), fluff | aristocrat!au

PART ONE

wordcount: 5k

content: dramatic argument, depression (not in a clinical sense), miscommunication, momma comes to comfort you, very light suggestion of alcohol abuse, fluff all round

— synopsis: tired of eren's sour attitude you're finally about to get to the bottom of it

note from pooh: you see what i did with the title there? huh? did ya? hehehehe im so funny. but on a serious note, thank you all so much for all the love and praise SYLM 1 received, at the time of releasing this it’s almost hit 2k notes 🤯 unbelievable. so sorry i kept you all waiting for so long, life had other plans. additionally thank you to all those who responded to my poll and helped me create something that y'all would enjoy.

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

The sound of water beating against itself came to a steady halt as Eren turned the faucet closed. Steam clouded the pristine white and cream tiled room, painting an almost heavenly scene under the warm light of the small crystal fixture. 

You watched him through the mirror, his naked form glowing with a layer of perspiration that accumulated the longer he remained in the heated room. Your own reflection wasn’t much better, matted hair that refused to stay tame and purple marks that littered your skin in a random fashion. Faint traces of his hand prints still kissed your skin a rosy hue, others with speckles of violet. 

He dips two fingers into the steaming bath, filled all the way with bubbles and essential oils just how you liked it. The aroma of lavender folding in the air with the steam as it rose. One that seemed to you before even stepping foot into the water. 

With a satisfied hum he shakes the excess foam from his hands and looks to you in the mirror, still running a hand over the marks he’d left as a reminder. The ones he would continue to leave for as long as you let him. “C’mere.” He beckons you with an outstretched hand. 

You approach him silently, one arm wrapped around yourself while the other accepts his touch. He pulls you into him, eyes soft but face unreadable as his arms slip around your waist, fingers splaying out on your lower back. “Warm enough for you?” He questions, mentioning the bath but his gaze still locked with yours. 

You lean over slightly to feel for yourself, smiling at the heated water touching your fingertips. “Perfect.” His lips touch yours in a chaste and prolonged kiss that had his arms tightening around you, enough to force you onto your tiptoes. 

“Go on then.” With your hand in his he guides you into the club footed tub, letting you sink into the frothy bubbles that blanketed the surface. 

You miss the glint in his eyes as a soft moan escapes your lips, eyes closing with the onset of relaxation that overwhelmed your tired muscles and sticky skin. If not for his lingering touch you’d probably have fallen into it completely, submerging yourself whole. “Mm, how is it that you always know how to run my baths?” 

He crouches and pecks a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Practice makes perfect.” 

“In our situation I’m not sure that’s a good thing, ‘Ren.” You chuckle, leaning against the back of the bath, suds sticking you your hair. 

He doesn’t respond, instead giving you that sad look he’s been harbouring the entire night. It was still beyond you what the real issue was. Why his actions and expression were so contradictory it made your head spin. In all honesty it was growing tiresome, this roller coaster he involuntarily put you on.

After a long and muted staring contest he finally speaks. “I’ll leave you too it then.” As he moves to stand and make his exit your hand tightens around his desperately. 

“Wait, ‘Ren… stay.” You plead softly, anxiety panging in your chest as his back still faced you. What made you think he was going to accept? You weren’t a couple. He didn’t owe you his company. 

“Why?” He responds plainly, looking at you over his shoulder. 

You didn’t really have a good answer. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing. But something inside you wanted him there. Needed him to stay with you. The thought of being left alone with your own subconscious after everything that just happened terrified you. Recalling the history of depressive episodes that had you overthinking time and time again in his absence. But you couldn’t tell him any of that.

“It’s late.” You produce the first thing that comes to mind. “And I’m sure this tub is big enough for two.” It was a lame excuse, you were very much aware of that fact, but you still had hope it was enough to convince him.

He puffs out a chuckle, turning to face you fully. “What are you trying to do, princess?” 

“Just… stay. Please.” You whine, pouting your bottom lip playfully and batting your lashes.

When you watch his eyes roll and a faint smile upturn his lips you knew you’d won this battle. His foot breaches the bubbly veil as he sinks into the water slowly, making it rise before letting his long legs rest on either side of your hips. The tips of his hair dance in the cleared patches of placid water, floating gracefully on the surface as his eyes lock with yours. Brow raised in question. 

“Happy now?” He rests his arms on the edges of the marble tub, leaning back into it with a sigh. 

“Almost. Just…” 

“Y/n…” The nervous tone in his voice was evident as you climbed into his lap, resting yourself against his chest. He eventually laid an arm over your lower back, giving up on trying to push you away anymore. 

You remained like that for a long time, soaking up the aromatics and warmth of the steam emanating from your skin. Hair hanging over your respective shoulders, bodies sunk deep into the water, soaking away the trials and tribulations from the past few hours. It was proof you could be cordial with one another, relaxing quietly like this. As a glimmer of hope made itself visible, your thoughts began to spiral out of control, plaguing the peaceful atmosphere with doubt. 

The events of the night replayed in your mind, overthinking the actions you witnessed. There was a pull inside you, inside your heart, one that demanded answers to the questions that refused to dissipate.

You watch him through your lashes as your head rested on your arms on the side of the tub. He sat there unmoving, bar the steady rise and fall of his chest. His face was relaxed, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed with the warmth enveloping his body. 

As if sensing your stare, his brows furrow. “If you have something to say to me, spit it out.” He says nonchalantly, peeking down at you through a squinted eye. 

It was now or never. “Why… do you hate me?” The question lingered in the air, his eyes opening fully to look at you with an expression that held offence. 

“What?” 

“You heard me, Eren.” Your gaze doesn’t waver as you answer but your rapidly beating heart was a dead give away. 

“I don’t hat-“ 

“I thought you said you didn’t like lies, ‘Ren. Yet here you are spewing one.” His mouth sets in a hard line when you cut him off, jaw clenching tight when you proceed further to call him out. 

“It’s not a lie.” He answers honestly with a dry laugh. “I don’t completely hate you.” The joke didn’t make you laugh.

“Oh, so you do hate me a little bit then.” You answered sarcastically, your tone drawing an eye roll from the man.

“It’s not as simple as that, y/n.” His wet fingers comb through the chestnut strands that fell around his face. 

It was your turn to frown. “So then explain it to me, Eren. Because I’m tired of this,” you gesture between you both. “This back and forth, hot and cold bullshit. What is happening here? You act like you hate me in front of others, like being in my presence pains you. But in private you do things like this.” 

He scoffs softly, head shaking in disbelief. “The pot calling the kettle black? What about you, huh?” 

“What about me?“ 

“Don’t act like you don’t do that exact same thing to me. And also weren’t you the very same one who initiated this relationship?” 

“If I recall correctly it was a mutual agreement, don’t you blame this all on me! It takes two to tango, Eren. You also kept coming back after the first time.” 

“Mm and look where that’s gotten me?” You eyed him with confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” 

His lips pursed. “No. We’re not doing this.” He breaks your heated staring match by shifting his attention to the bathroom tile. That only pissed you off more. 

“Why?! Why whenever I try to get you to communicate with me you just shut me out?!” 

“Y/n… don’t.” As his eyes darkened you could see the anger threatening to burst from within. You didn’t care. 

“No! I want an answer. Why do you hate me?” 

His eyes close as he lets out an exasperated nasally sigh, trying to remain calm in the midst of your heated conversation. “I don’t. How many times do I have-“ 

“So then what is it, Eren?! What makes you go around spreading bullshit about me? Meddling with my suitors, ruining my chances for a relationship with them and god forbid my business relationships.” You watch his jaw clench tighter and tighter with each passing word, his expression brewing wrath. “What is your problem with me?!”

“It’s because I’m in love with you, y/n!” There it was, that explosion, the one that he’d been shielding you from since he first became aware of it all. He watched your expression change, anger melting into shock, then into confusion. 

You move off of him, putting a breathable distance between you both. “You… you what?” So many feelings rushed over you it was beginning to make you dizzy. Love? How? Why? When could this have happened? You wracked your brain for any sort of answer. Any form of reason to all this.

He shys away from your scrutinising gaze, embarrassment and trepidation settling in the pit of his stomach. “…I love you.” 

A small chuckle escapes you in disbelief. “W-why? You… I don’t understand. Are you joking with me again…?” As his gaze locks with yours your heart sinks at the tears pooling in those forest green eyes of his. 

Before you could get another word out he’s stepping out of the bathtub, water trailing down his skin onto the pearl ceramic under his feet as he strides to wrap a towel around his waist. 

“Eren!” You call after him, fumbling with your own towel that you haphazardly covered yourself in. 

He was already in the bedroom, buckling the belt of his slacks he’d previously abandoned. “Eren stop! Hold on!” You begged finding purchase on his forearm that tensed under your touch. 

His eyes search the floor before he picks up his shirt, freeing himself from your grasp as he moves to put it on. “Eren!” You plead, on the verge of tears. “Please wait, talk to me.” 

He continues to dress himself, avoiding your gaze entirely. Tears fell feely down your cheeks, dripping down your jaw sporadically onto the surface of your chest. 

As he makes his way to your door you rush to find a nightgown, tying it around yourself before making chase. He’s halfway down the hallway when you reach him, clutching to his arm for dear life. 

“‘Ren!” He stops at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. By this point you were a sobbing mess, breath tightening your throat with each intake, tears staining your skin. “‘’Ren please. Please don’t leave me like this.” He mimics the same stance as in the bathroom, turned away from you, refusing to meet your teary eyes. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t just say you love me and leave! It’s-it’s cruelty!” 

“Cruel?” He ponders, voice hoarse. There was a long pause between his words, like he was contemplating what to say next. “You don’t feel the same way… do you?” 

The question had you at a loss for words. You didn’t even know yourself. All of this was so sudden, you barely had time to actually think, to process his confession. Fuck, what we’re you supposed to say? If you said yes would it be the entire truth? If you said no it’d be a complete lie. 

“I don’t know ’Ren. Fuck I don’t know! This is so sudden, I don’t know what to think.” He peers at you through his lashes over his shoulder and you finally see the streaks of tears glittering in the low light. 

“You can’t be that dense y/n.” He spits. “That for so long, you never once realised any of it. You wanna know why I made those fucked up rumours? Because I see the way they look at you. Every man that comes through this house, every fucking suitor that comes to court you. None of them, not one is going to love you like I do.” 

“‘Ren.”

“I’ve known you for practically all your life, I know you. From how you like your liquor to how you like your baths. Fuck, I know you better than you know yourself, princess.” The laugh he lets out is pained, struggling through hitched breaths and watery eyes. “And I hid all of that. Behind this facade of bitterness and petty insults. I hid it from you because I knew…” 

“No, no, Eren please. I-I didn’t know.” He watches you fall to your knees, hands clutching his shirt he didn’t even bother to button up all the way. 

You tear soaked skin, flushed pink. Lips a deep dusted shade of rose, eyes pleading, hair partially wet from the bath you’d left to chase him. The subtle scent of lavender lingered on your both, filtering through the corridor. 

His heart was breaking, piece by piece the longer he stood in your presence. He didn’t know what came over him sharing that bathtub with you. All the accusations you’d thrown just pushed him further and further to the edge. His emotions got the better of him; they somehow ended up verbalised. Screaming at you, just so you would finally wake up and maybe he would too. 

After suppressing them for so long, bottling them inside over and over again, the cap finally burst. And he couldn’t stop the truth from spilling out. He felt like an idiot. Seeing your reaction, your laughter and denial. It was like a punch to the gut. How could he have read you so wrong? Thought that you’d reciprocate his feelings after all the bullshit he put you through? 

He only had himself to blame.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.” He pulls his arm from your grip, taking one last look at you before starting again down the hallway. 

Your chest was so tight it was hard to breathe. Every inhale set your lungs aflame, pain searing into your chest repeatedly. It was never ending. You watched through blurry vision as his dark figure disappeared from sight, leaving you on the carpeted floor, sobbing and alone.

“Y/n!” Your mother calls for the second time behind your bedroom door, a light knock echoing from the thick wood. 

You laid beneath the covers, gazing into the darkness you’d enveloped yourself in for who knows how long. Hiding yourself away seemed like the most logical option, you didn’t need to give anyone more fuel to feed the raging fire that was your emotional state. The dread and guilt weighing on your chest just refused to go away, even after all the tears and self isolation. The image of Eren’s face haunted you, his words even more so. 

The creak of hinges sounds and her soft footsteps follow before there’s a weight near your foot. “Baby.” She calls softly, placing a hand on your covered shoulder. You continue to stare into the abyss, eyes closed, trying your damnedest not to let your feelings surface. “Y/n, speak to me sweetheart, what happened? You’ve been up here for four days.”

“He loves me, momma.” You groan, the emotional dam beginning to crack at just the mention of the topic. 

She pulls the duvet back to uncover your head, a soft smile on her lips as she takes in your puffy eyes and dishevelled hair. “Who, baby?” The look in her eyes told you she already knew who the person in question was, but you weren’t going to argue with her. 

“Eren.” You peaked at her through your hair, frowning at the smile she was trying to stifle with the back of her hand. “It’s not funny!” She snorts slightly at your outburst, not bothering to hide it anymore. 

“It’s a little funny.” A quiet gasp leaves her when you pull the blanket back over your head, fed up. “Oh, come on y/n.” Her hands tug at the sheets and so do yours, but her’s proved to be stronger. She tucks herself into your side, laying an arm over your waist which causes you to snuggle into her instinctively. With a forgiving sigh she places a kiss to your temple that was buried in her chest, fingers playing with your hair absentmindedly. “Tell me what happened.”

“S’nothing, Ma.” You lie, another crack forming in your calm facade. 

“I saw the poor boy running out the door half in tears. And here you are hiding away from the world for the last four days. I’m pretty sure it’s not nothing, y/n?” Her gaze weighs on you like a tonne of bricks, scrutinising but valid. 

Her words resonate within your mind, imagining a distressed Eren pushing through a crowd of people, eyes curiously watching the eligible bachelor hold back tears as he excused himself for the night.

 Boy did that scene sound familiar. 

“He told me he loved me…” The admission was met with silence, one that told you to continue. “And I… I thought he was messing around, like he usually does. Trying to get a reaction out of me. You know Eren, he never takes anything seriously. But you should’ve seen his face, mom… I broke his heart.”

Your mother hums in thought, nails tracing lazy tracks into your scalp gently. “And how do you feel?”

“I don’t know how to feel about it. I never really thought it’d actually happen given everything he’s been doing. Pushing me away, the rumours, the teasing.”

“Mm and the whole friends with benefits thing.” She adds casually, finally making you come out of hiding. 

“Wait, you knew?” 

“I’m your mother, y/n, of course I knew. You think I wouldn’t notice you two disappearing in the middle of the night, over and over again? I wasn’t born yesterday.” Her thumb traces your cheekbone as she spoke, still tender and understanding. 

“Mmm,” She laughs as your face dives back into her chest bashfully, groaning loudly as you did so. “Don’t even get me started about that.”

“Well, what did you think was going to happen, baby?” 

The sigh you exhale makes your face heat up. “I don’t know, Ma. I thought that with the mutual disdain it could work. That that’d be enough to hold off the emotions that came with it.”

“And what emotions are those?” She shifts your face so you meet her gaze. 

You stared at her for a long time, searching yourself for the answer to the question that’s been eating you up for so long. Truth be told you did feel something for Eren. At one point it was so strong it scared you enough to hide it away, afraid that he might not feel the same. That fear was only solidified by the growing dislike you’d developed overtime as he proved you right, but unbeknownst to you he was doing the same thing. 

Bottling up everything and projecting it in the form of ridicule and pettiness. But physically he showed you his intentions, behind closed doors and between silken bedsheets. That was the real Eren, always taking care of you, making sure you were warm and cleaned up. Running you a bath almost every night when you were together. The kisses, the smiles, the sadness that lingered in those emerald irises. He was silently telling you how he really felt. 

But was what you were feeling really love? The safety you experienced laying in his arms for the first time. Listening to the lullaby of his heart as you drifted off into sleep at the end of every weary and sex-filled night. He was familiar, comfortable, and addictive. No one could rile you up like he did. Make you so utterly frustrated like he did. Knew you inside and out like he did. You didn’t know what pissed you off more, realising that he was right or the fact that you’d been blind for so long.

“Let me ask you something, y/n.” Your mothers voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you think you’re ready to admit what you feel? To take that next step with him?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “Not right now, anyway.”

“And that’s okay, baby. You don’t always have to reciprocate someone else’s feelings right away.” Her compassionate nature emanated from her in a glow that made you warm inside. Easing your nerves just that little bit more. 

“But I do have feelings for him, mom. All of this is just happening too fast.” 

“Well did you tell him that?” She questions with a raised brow. 

You shake your head, embarrassment settling in your chest. “I didn’t get a chance to. After I asked him if it was a joke he stormed out on me.”

Her sigh wafts the strands of hair laid on your forehead. “You kids and your inability to communicate…” You couldn’t help but laugh, remembering all the lectures she and your father would give you about communication growing up. “You know you’re going to have to talk to him sooner or later.”

“I know..I’m just scared.” 

She pulls you closer, letting her warmth envelop you. “We’re heading over there tonight for dinner, maybe you can have the conversation then.”

The silent agreement was made as soon as you stepped foot over the threshold of the Yeager residence not only a few hours later. Greeted warmly by Carla and Grisha before being ushered inside their home. 

The scent of disinfectant and citrus floated through the grandiose hallways and sitting rooms, an aroma you’ve long since associated with the Yeager household considering their medicinal ties. The place was spotless as per usual, but homely nonetheless in it’s neutral shades of cream and white. 

They guide you into one of their many sitting rooms, a teapot already brewing on the marble coffee table. “So how have you all been, we missed you at the ball, y/n.” Grisha asks, taking his place beside his wife on the loveseat across from your own. 

Your parents glanced at you knowingly on either side, the attention making you gulp. “Oh, I had to retire a bit early, too much champagne I’m afraid.” You chuckled coyly, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. 

They both laugh, Carla reaching for the teapot to offer you some tea. “Mm, we know how much you enjoy your liquor, sweetheart.” She frowns, looking to the staircase in thought. “Speaking of… Eren’s been drinking a lot more lately. Would you have any idea why? He hasn’t been talking to us much lately.”

You mother sips her tea with a curious side eye, your father entering a separate corporate conversation with Grisha. Swallowing your own tea you place the cup back onto the saucer on the table with a shaky hand. “No, I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t aware he’d even been drinking as of late.”

Carla lets out a heavy sigh, fingers playing with her hair. “Would you be able to speak with him? Grisha and I have tried everything, but he’s shut us out. You’re his closest friend, maybe he’ll listen to you.”

The awkward smile that graced your lips went over her head as she gave you a hopeful look. You just couldn’t say no to her, she was like your second mother after all. “Sure. Where is he?”

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.”  Her whole demeanour changes with your answer, becoming brighter, more cheery. “I’m sure he’s up in his room at this time, he came home just before you got here.”

Finishing the rest of your tea you excuse yourself and make your way to the staircase, stopping as you hear the hearty chuckle of the couples in the room adjacent. Upstairs was dim, save for the lights littered irregularly through the long corridor, those being your only savour when you threatened to bump into a table or one of Grisha’s many display cases full of trophies and certificates. 

Running around this place for most of your life, you knew exactly where to go, soon finding Eren’s bedroom door looming over you in an intimidatingly protective nature, sealing the man inside. You let your knuckles tap against the wood softly, ear raised to hear no reply. Hearing the same upon doing it again. 

“Eren.” You call, hand on the door knob. “I’m coming in.” As you crack the door open you notice the room empty. The only indication of life being the tossed about bedsheet and the light that shone beneath the door frame of his bathroom door. Shadow danced in the space at foot of the door, soon opening to reveal his half naked frame. 

He dries his hair with a smaller towel roughly as he strides out, stopping as his gaze settles on you in the doorway. “Well, look who it is.” He smiles mockingly before continuing into the room. “Come to fuck up my mood even more have you?”

You watch as he tossed the hand towel and flops onto the ruffled sheets, damp hair scattering around his head like a broken halo. “Your mom wanted me to come talk to you.”

“My mother?” He chimes with a sarcastic undertone. “And here I was hoping you’d come of your own free will.” His gaze fixed to the ceiling as he spoke, towel dangerously low around his waist. You were fully aware he was drunk, it was evident in the way his words half blurred into each other as he mumbled them out. 

“Eren-”

“Don’t fucking say my name.” He snaps. “Hearing it come from you… it just makes it worse.”

“Can we talk, please?” For the first time since he left you he meets your gaze, a bored expression painted on his features as he gives you a once over. 

“What is there to talk about, y/n?” 

You shut the door behind you, starting on your approach to his bed. “About the night of the ball.”

A huff leaves his chest as you sit beside him, careful not to touch him. “You made yourself quite clear.”

“That’s not fair, ‘Ren.” Hearing his nickname made his jaw tense. “You never even gave me a chance to talk.”

“Okay.” He paused for a moment to shift himself to face you, brow raised expectantly. “So talk. What more could you possibly have to say to me?”

A deep breath stutters from between your lips as you muster the courage to finally speak, to finally unlock the chains you’ve had so tightly wrapped around your heart. “I like you, Eren. As much as you piss me off and make life difficult, you somehow always still find a way to make everything better.” He listens to you ramble silently, green eyes boring intensely into yours. “When you told me you loved me that night… I didn’t know how to respond because for so long we’ve had such a weird and complicated relationship. I mean, can you blame me for reacting the way I did?”

You were right. After all the pettiness he subjected you to it was no wonder you were hesitant, it still didn’t make the rejection any less hard though. In all honesty if it weren’t for the alcohol drowning out the pain he’d been in for the last four days he’d probably have told you to get out of his sight. But a deeper part of him wanted to hear your side, to listen, most of all to understand. It was only fair after all. 

“I guess not.” He mumbles aloud, the sound bringing a hint of a smile to your lips. “So what are you trying to say?”

“I like you, Eren. Maybe even love you. But I need you to be patient with me.” 

His head nods slowly in agreement. “Okay, I can do that.” There was hope and that was all he really ever wanted to hear. To know that there was some kind of chance, an inkling that you’d like him back. Your words somehow managed to lift a lifetime’s worth of weight off his chest, one that seemed to be burdening you as well. 

He chuckles as you flop beside him with a soft groan, your scent melding with his own in close proximity. “Why did we go through all this bullshit?” You question, feigning exasperation. 

“Because feelings are scary.” His heart swells at the sound of your bubbly laugh, your contagious smile upturning his own lips. 

“You can say that again.” 

“I’m sorry.” He adds. “For everything. I’m an asshole for putting you through all that. All because I tried to hide my feelings for you. I just ended up projecting my insecurities onto you.”

“Wow, the great Eren Yeager apologising? Is hell freezing over?” You squeal as he playfully smacks your thigh, shifting to tickle your side.

“I’m trying to pour my heart out here and you're taking it as a joke? Huh, am I a joke to you?” He grits teasingly through his teeth, not letting up at your waist. Your hands clawed at his own, trying desperately to pry them away from your sides. 

“Okay, okay!” You cry.

He watches you writhe beneath him in amusement.  “Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’m sorry! You’re not a joke!” You manage between breaths, stuck in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Eren, stop my tummy hurts!”

Per your request his hands cease, slowly trailing their way up your arm before settling on your cheek. His gaze locks with yours for a prolonged period of time. “I’m serious, y/n. I don’t know how you can ever forgive me.”

"I forgive you, 'Ren." You draw him in by his hair, lacing it between your fingers as your lips brushed against his. “But I do know a few ways you can make it up to me.”

tags: @getosarea, @gardenof-venusenus, @sintiva, @sailewhoremoon

additionally thank you to @satorhime for helping me get through my overthinking rut, talking with you literally eased my stress. thank you for keeping me company at 1 am lmao

© poohbea, all rights reserved. DO NOT copy, reupload or modify my work to other accounts and platforms. if you intend to translate any of my works please ask permission first ♡

[ikigaitsuki]

ᥫ᭡ HIGH ROLLER | s.cb

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Summary — Running on cigarettes, the high of a pleasing jackpot, and the feeling of being with your lover — the casino bathroom makes for the greatest place to blow off some steam…

Pairing — changbin x fem!reader

Genre — smut

CW — gambling, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, oral (m), semi-public sex, est. relationship, binnie uses some names like ‘love’

WC — 1,330

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"Fuckkk, baby, did you see their faces?," you laugh and clutch onto a familiar man's arm — one you've grown accustomed to the feeling of over many weeks and late nights. There's a few too many glasses of whisky in your system. You feel warm, "They didn't expect the bad beat,"

Changbin — that's the man, muses at your words as he keeps your arm tightly interlocked with his. He's just won his biggest payout yet.

You've never looked back since.

You've never looked back since.

You've never looked back since.

The glow of a successful bet is a worse high than any other drug in the world.

"Let's use this one, it's got a progressive jackpot." Changbin grins, glow in his eyes from the machine distorting to resemble insanity.

And you sit beside him, cigarette between your teeth. Those goddamn things always taste better when you're not sober.

Your eyes focus on Changbin, tinted frames of his glasses slightly hiding the way his pupils enlarge now. The alcohol swimming in his abdomen warms him up. He can't ever recall a feeling like this — so elated, heart pounding as he watches the symbols on the machine spin.

He just needs three to win.

The first symbol halts. Seven.

Just two more now.

You swear the background noise of chatter and whistling completely dies down as the only sound you're able to hear now becomes the pounding of blood and your heartbeat.

Another symbol.

Another seven.

Changbin's not worried. At least, he doesn't look it. He can lose a couple hundred dollars tonight. And that's all because of you — his lucky charm who he swears is the sole reason for his large winnings. What’s a few hundred when you have a few thousand, right?

Fuck.

He feels like he could die right now.

The machine dings out obnoxiously as the final symbol, another seven, lands onscreen. Then, the money starts to pour out of the machine and Changbin sits in his chair laughing like a maniac. You love it.

"Open your bag, let me fill it up," he grins so widely as he speaks. You'll never tire of the way he giggles when he's too happy to find words.

And then you make eye contact once your bag is full to the brim. It's a knowing, communicative look even with the lack of words.

You're then rushing to the bathroom stalls, lips never leaving one another in fear that you'd disappear if you couldn't feel the sensations of one another.

You know the score — hiking up the hem of your dress and pulling down your underwear as Changbin hastily locks the cubicle door behind him.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he soothes over your hips as he positions his hardened cock against you, "If we were anywhere else, you know I'd take my time with you," he reassures. You believe him, because you have no reason not to.

Your cheek presses against the cubicle walls as you move your arms to hold your weight better. You both sigh as Changbin enters you — a louder moan elicited from him because he just didn't expect you to be this wet.

"You're hot when you're running on a post-payout high," you giggle as he slams his hips into you.

The sex is quick and needy. You honestly both want to get out of here and crash at some nearby hotel and ruin the sheets there, getting drunk on kisses and pillow-talk promises whilst you grin like idiots over the wad of cash that will be lazing around the room.

Changbin's hand comes around your mouth and pulls you back into him as you moan out even louder, "Don't get us caught, baby, please." he whispers between a moan himself.

His utterance is ironic, though, because the clinking of his unfastened belt is leaving no inch of the walls untouched. Please, nobody else be in these restrooms right now.

The grip on your hip tightens as Changbin thrusts harder into you through gritted teeth. The sounds of your skin colliding fill his mind. Everything feels like such a blur right now.

He brings his lips to your bare shoulder blades, kissing softly and gently despite the contrasting movements of his hips. Leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, he warns you he’s getting close.

Changbin rubs your clit softly, circles drawing out slowly the feeling you so badly want to enrapture your whole body.

“Close, baby,” you whine as he ruts his hips into you still.

“Come undone for me, yeah?,” he kisses the underside of your ear, a sweet spot for you.

It’s like at his word, his command, you follow suit. You convulse around his cock whilst he does everything to hold off cumming himself. It’s a strong sensation, almost strangling you as you feel yourself lose breath.

“O-oh God, Changbin,” you rasp, hands failing to grip to cubicle wall as your feel yourself shrink down to your knees. You turn around to face him, a dazed look in your eyes from the alcohol and the bliss of having just orgasmed, “Let me help you.”

You stroke the base of his cock slowly and experimentally. It won’t take him long to cum. You can see it on his face — in his eyes, in the red blush on his cheeks from working himself hard.

And then you take the tip of him into your mouth, eyes meeting with his own and he has to hold back a moan. He loves the way you look when you’re beneath him like that.

“Not gonna last long,” he admits, and you hum along his shaft in acknowledgement.

His hand rests atop your head, not quite imposing as you do your best to bring him to completion. You suckle on the head of his cock gently as you flick your wrist up and down the rest of him. His thighs are tensing — just a little more.

Just a little more.

Just a little —

And then it’s done.

“Fuuuckkk,” Changbin hits his head against the wall, eyes closed in pleasure.

You swallow every drop of his cum, everything that he has to give you. He finds it endearing as you wipe the remnants of his release from the corner of your lips using the back of your hand.

Changbin lifts you up with your hands, planting soft kisses on the tip of your nose to your lips, “You’re great, my love, you know?,”

“Yeah? You think so?,” you zip up his pants again, giggling against him with a drunken feeling in your heart.

You stay there for a small while, just breathing in one another until Changbin makes a proposition you must agree too.

“Hey, let’s get out of here now.”

The whole scene has you feeling like you’re in some sort of coming-of-age movie — clunking of your heels and the coins in your purse mixing in with your tipsy giggles, holding hands as you run to the nearest cab.

God, it’s a lifestyle, one a little obscure for the general onlooker, yet it’s one you wouldn’t quite trade anything for, as you listen to your lover deliver a random destination to the taxi driver. It all feels like a blur.

Changbin clutches your hand tighter as you rest your head on his shoulder. He thinks, as he hiccups and you giggle, that you’re better than any of these payouts he gets. He thinks, whilst you begin to close your eyes, that there's nobody else he'd rather do this with.

© ikigaitsuki 2022

[a-v-j]

Can you rank everyone on how badly they need to see a therapist on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 being “well adjusted, but it couldn’t hurt” and 10 being “needs to be institutionalized ASAP”

1.Anti may seem perfectly fine but he brushes off issues and that might cause trouble in the future if they accumulate. Brightness is suicidal as seen in various occasions, Hue is a possible psychopath, and Sat needs to even out his extreme personality and compulsive kidnapping tendencies. Jailbreak has anger issues, unresolved past issues and a broken heart

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2.King Error had to kill queeno so that's kinda traumatizing in a way. Queeno, on the other hand, had been suffering way before with all that resets and shits in aftertale and then he has to go through a unhealthy relationship with Error while probably also suffering stockholm, and Eon, ever since he was a child Error had been tough on him so

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3.Even someone as chill as Auto could use some therapy, who knows what hell it is to go through just knowing everything before they happen and doing nothing when it happens because it's part of the story, he had committed some self-harm once a long time ago so might as well go to therapy. We all know how hard it is for Cor too, such maddening situation could make anyone suicidal. just imagine having all your fears happen before you, he tried his best. Ink's just fine. HQ!Error could be stubborn but boi needs therapy 'cause he's probably letting all his frustration and misery out by being destructive. Topie's an anxiety-ridden ball of fur who has infatuation/obsession issues that eventually bring him to state of denial, belief he's never enough and possibly a split personality.

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4.So Sage and Shortcut have some behavioral issues and nothing to serious but if you count Shorty's habit to lure people into their eventual death by pranking them through time and space then yes. Geno 3.2.1 is the Geno that betrayed Sans and went on to destroy their world with Error's help, same as Queeno, he were already suffering so much by endless cycles of misery and on such desperation begged for Error's help, if he were alive then it's a must-have for him to have therapy ASAP. BadSans!Error have some coping issues and his ways of letting off steam aint really healthy so a little therapy wont hurt, and as for his "toy", Sansti, he'd be needing more treatment 'cause the boi is in some serious case of possible stockholm. He and his Geno were despearate enough to ask Error for help in destroying their world and now the other is dead and he have some unhealthy beliefs that he deserves whatever comes to him at that point.

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5.Geno 2.1.1 is Eon's mom and he kinda hates both Recall and Eon, he went through some mental and emotional stress ever since Reaper's alleged cheating. After Recall and Reaper got reunited, he put up with it 'cause he dont want Goth to grow up without his dad. He had also been taken part of the blame for Recall's miscarriage after the accidental SOUL bond which, by twist of fate, later lead to his pregnancy with Recall's child, Eon. So it's a roller coaster for him. Same goes for Recall, being abandoned when he was Geno by reaper while he was carrying their child, extinction, surely wasnt a good experience. And now he had to share with the other Geno and it wasnt going good on his SOUL carrying(incy and acsy) either which lead to the said miscarriage, he went into depression so therapy he must go. All of the children involved might use some treatment 'cause of how dysfunctional their family is, most especially Eon since he had experience emotional negligence from his own mom at a early age, same goes for lethal since he's not given much attention in the family either and being the result of the so-called Fatal-Reaper affair that broke the family in the first place sure aint gonna be easy to take in.. Goth seems to be doing perfectly ok tho, for now.

And oh boy, these aint even ALL of the residents

[thatspookyagent]

Going to a party with Kol Mikaelson (GN!Vampire!Reader) would include...

Warnings: Mentions of food, alcohol, intoxication, (mild) death and blood, and a little bit of sexy time implications

A/N: So this is my very first set of TVD headcanons which is weird cause I thought it would be about Elijah or Stefan or even Alaric but Kol is in my top 5 favorite characters (currently cause as of writing this I’m only on season 4 of TVD) but anyways there’s not a whole lot of Kol stuff out there especially for him with a Gender Neutral!Reader (note: The Gender Neutral!Vampire!Reader in this fic is written so that they’re just as equally as mischievous and conniving as Kol is) so I decided to start putting stuff out there for the Mikaelson Family Gremlin™! Currently NOT taking any requests, not until I’m done with my college final exams at least. Without further ado, enjoy! :3

Important: Whatever the reader says is in italics!

Letting you and Kol get within a five foot radius of one another is pretty much the equivalent of letting loose all the animals from the local zoo and into the city streets

Nothing but shenanigans ensue when you and him are together and just about everyone knows it

In a since parties are gateways for Kol to blow off steam and quench his 'tendencies' and he's more than happy to share those experiences that with a fellow vampire who's just as wild as he is

Partying is basically your thing with him and no matter how hard everyone tries to keep you two apart, you and Kol always seem to end up together which spells chaos

Doesn’t matter if a party is relatively tame or has just begun, you two are early birds when it comes chaos and destruction

You usually start said destruction by grabbing his hand and running to the kitchen in order to raid it

Compelling everyone there to leave and to not snitch on the two of you while they’re out and about

You and him combining all kinds of strange food items together that you find in the kitchen and tasting them

If there’s any cake at this party, now there isn’t :)

Once there’s sugar in you and Kol’s system, the two of you are now even more unhinged than ever

Kol trying to swing from the largest chandelier or ceiling fan in the house, only to fall flat on his face and break his neck

While you wait for him to come back to life you casually use permanent marker to put “makeup” on his face

When he gets back up, he somehow ropes you into doing drinking games with him

Probably not the best idea but when is the last time either of you ever even had a good idea to begin with?

Once you and Kol are done drinking for the day, you both count the amount of red solo cups that are yours as a game to see who drunk the most

Kol is just one cup shy from winning so you end up taking the prize today

The prize being Kol blood sharing with you from the most sensitive areas on his body

Once you and him are done, Kol is back to searching for more areas to make problems in

Compelling the DJ to play better music so that you and Kol can properly have fun on the dance floor

However sugar and alcohol induced Kol has about as much grace as a giraffe on roller skates while on ice does

(Cue that scene from Madagascar were Melman can’t stop slipping and sliding on the floor of Grand Central Station to save his life)

He’s genuinely trying his best (bless him) so that’s the part that truly counts

You and him going back to the kitchen, stealing snacks, and then proceeding to take over someone’s bedroom in order to watch TV

Witnessing Kol shouting at Dora the Explorer that he doesn’t care about the fact that she can’t find whatever she’s bloody looking for

Eventually you both find some gaming consoles and play some video games together for awhile, a mix of first person shooters and fighting games which Kol is a terrible sore loser in all around

At some point you and Kol end up giving someone’s poor curly haired dog a bad hair cut on purpose

“Wait- Kol, doesn’t this dog remind you of someone?”

Kol squints his eyes and scans the dog over and over again with a look of hard concentration etched across his face

“Bloody hell it looks like Klaus!”

You and him definitely go seek out a blonde dog in order to make a Rebekah version

Honestly feel like Kol is the type to race down stairs and slide down their banisters for the hell of it, regardless if he's drunk or not

Or slide down the stairs using a mattress

(Cue more neck breaking shenanigans)

Kol coming up with the bright idea of heating up chocolate in the microwave, than smearing it on toilet seats so that drunk people who are looking to go to the bathroom absentmindedly sit on it

By using your super hearing, the two of you listen from afar and laugh your butts off as you hear people sitting down on toilet seats only to realize that they've sat in something they think isn't exactly chocolate

And of course since there's a bunch of intoxicated people around two vampires, at some point parties are naturally prone to becoming feeding grounds for both you and him

Once you and Kol are done with the party (since the party don’t stop till the vampires say so) the both of you casually walk back to his family’s mansion

When you two walk into the house, Kol with his fake permanent marker Monopoly Man mustache and you covered in crust (don’t ask), literally nobody bats an eye lid

No one even looks up from whatever they're doing and only Elijah greets the two of you with a curt hello as he passes you and Kol while going to his room

Safe to say that last night was a normal night for the both of you

[jamaisjoons]

the summer bucketlist | m.list

When the weather sees the return of sunshine and warmth, the joy and exuberance of summer is revived, and everyone rushes to enjoy the season to the fullest. Bonfire nights with your friends, seeing brilliant firework displays or laying under the stars on a humid night and watching the world go by. Learning to surf, or dive or snorkel or simply collecting seashells along the shore. Late nights at the amusement parks, thrilling roller-coaster rides or spectacular views on the Ferris Wheel. Skinny dipping in a lake after dark, attending a film or music festival, or even just visiting the popup street market in your city. Everything you had been dreaming off since the start of autumn, you can do once again. And who better to do it with, than the boys who bring more joy and warmth to our lives than summer itself?

Welcome to ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ - a writing event/author collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​

The Summer Bucketlist: BTS Edition - is an event in which various different authors can sign up to write a story based on traditional Bucketlist Items. Find their stories below!

⟶ song of the sea; knj ⇥ @jamaisjoons​       ➳ fantasy au. little mermaid au.            ↳   ⎡Take a Trip to the Museum⎦

« Captivated by the sight of you, he can’t help but watch you swim around his home. And when you turn to leave, he doesn’t know what overcomes him - but as if spellbound - he finds himself following you back to land. »

⟶ molotov cocktail; jhs ⇥ @yeoldontknow​      ➳ bartender au. arranged marriage au.           ↳   ⎡Take a Cocktail Class⎦

«  You met him January, on a night when you were newly single and newly wanting to break free from your father’s unyielding control. You left him in January, full of regret but full of purpose. You meet him again in July, and now you want nothing more than to run to the ends of the earth with him, to burn down the shape your life has taken in the hope of making something new. »

⟶ luminous; pjm ⇥ @luffles424​     ➳ summer festival au. tentacle monster au.          ↳   ⎡Watch Fireworks⎦

« The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.  »

⟶ sticky situation; kth ⇥ @jiminsfault​     ➳ camping au. established relationship au.          ↳   ⎡Go Camping⎦

« You hate camping, but Taehyung is determined on changing your mind on that. »

⟶ pull me in; jhs ⇥ @guccybangtan​     ➳ established relationship au.          ↳   ⎡Go to a Water Park⎦

« In the heat of the summer, there's nothing more relaxing than relaxing than a nice trip to the water park.  »

⟶ a beautiful epiphany; jjk ⇥ @onherwings​     ➳ friends to lovers au.           ↳   ⎡Join an Art Contest⎦

« Who would have thought that falling in love with your muse could either lead to something beautiful or bring you to your own demise? »

⟶ love grows where you go; myg ⇥ @rookiegukie​    ➳ arranged marriage au. pining au.         ↳   ⎡Watch the Sunset on the Beach⎦

« Determined to make you and Yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. You know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you're positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don't find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. That is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.  »

⟶ petrichor; pjm ⇥ @taetaewonderland​    ➳ strangers to lovers au. domestic au.         ↳   ⎡Go on a Picnic⎦

« There are smells in the world that can trigger your brain to think of a memory almost in an instant. »

⟶ sun cockblock; myg ⇥ @cremeandsuga​    ➳ best friends to lovers au. summer au.         ↳   ⎡Join a Sandcastle Building Competition⎦

« Cancún was always a trip to remember - sun, beaches, hookups and day drinking, not to mention the annual sand castle competition you entered with your best friend every year. Yoongi smells like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven. Entering a sandcastle competition with one of the least competitive people in the world was pure agony — but it didn’t dawn to you that your best friend wasn’t competitive because he was confident he would win. Upon your loss, he sees you trying to soothe the burn of it (and the sun) with the beach bartender. He may smell like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven, but he’s sure you feel like heaven.  »

⟶ rejuvenation; myg & jhs ⇥ @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma​    ➳ spa owners au.         ↳   ⎡Treat Yourself to a Spa Day⎦

« You finally get a break from work and you decide to indulge in a little pampering and self-care. During lunch, your friend slips a card into your hand for an exclusive spa with a special referral discount. How can you resist? Let’s hope the Bangtan Blossoms Spa provides the relaxation & rejuvenation experience you desperately seek. »

⟶ just a taste; kth ⇥ @xjoonchildx​   ➳ pwp au.        ↳   ⎡Go Wine Tasting⎦

« He’s hot. he’s considerate. He’s refusing to make a move. weeks of sexual frustration come to a head at a wine tasting and -- this is going to shock NO ONE -- smut ensues. »

⟶ lollipop; myg ⇥ @ironicarmy​   ➳ neighbours to lovers au.        ↳   ⎡Attempt to make Ice Cream⎦

« It’s a hot summer day, he’s desperate, and your ice lollies taste like heaven.  »

⟶ carnival lights; kth ⇥ @taephilia​   ➳ haunted carnival au. horror au.        ↳   ⎡Visit a Carnival⎦

« With half of your friend group graduated and leaving your hometown to move to the city for work, you and your friends decide to have one last adventure together (in the words of hobi even though it’s only may and you see each other like every day). But things are always different in the nighttime and you never know what’s lurking between the funnel cakes. »

⟶ midnight menagerie; knj ⇥ @jooneggs​  ➳ friends to lovers au.       ↳   ⎡Go to a Botanical Garden⎦

« Like water, cradling your fragile soul, Namjoon has held the lily of your heart all your life and you wish you could let him know just how much that means to you. Coincidentally, it just so happens you can: in a week's time when you're stuck in the holiday of your life at Namjoon's father's Botanical gardens. Will you finally get to repay him in a bed of roses or will he be the one to make the bouquet for you? »

⟶ ferris drink; jhs ⇥ @salvejoon​  ➳ pwp au. established relationship au.       ↳   ⎡Ride a Ferris Wheel⎦

« Your boyfriend has a bucket list of places he wants to do the nasty and next up is a Ferris Wheel. »

⟶ hose wars; ksj & myg ⇥ @babybinnyboy​  ➳ neighbour au.       ↳   ⎡Have a Water Fight⎦

« Spending a summer in a little coastal town was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn't supposed to include a broken AC unit, record break heatwave, a hose, 2 ridiculously confident, attractive neighbors with an annoyingly low fence. »

⟶ cut shot; myg ⇥ @kimtaehyunq​  ➳ vacation au. established relationship au.       ↳   ⎡Learn to Volleyball⎦

« He hates the water, he hates the heat, and he hates the Sun. Any form of physical activity is a big no-no, yet Min Yoongi will go out of his way to show that he loves you on your mini vacation. »

⟶ eternal summer; pjm ⇥ @aiimaginesbts​  ➳ childhood friends to lovers au. vacation au.       ↳   ⎡Go Sightseeing on Vacation⎦

« Breaking up with my boyfriend leaves an empty spot on the overseas vacation that I had been looking forward to for a long time. I’m torn between abandoning the trip or going it solo when someone offers to tag along. However, having Jimin, my best friend go with me may not be the best idea — since my crush on him has never gone away. »

⟶ sway with me; knj & jhs ⇥ @minjoonalist​ ➳ established relationship au.      ↳   ⎡Take a Boat Ride⎦

« You love celebrating your anniversary, it was the only special part about summer that you looked forward to every year- But when your husband Is unable to make the availability due to his job- You thought why not make the best of it? »

⟶ ecstatic shock; jhs ⇥ @iluvstrawberry​ ➳ strangers to lovers au. abo au.      ↳   ⎡Host a BBQ⎦

« The garden party your parents throw every year is coming up. Seeing your conservative parents, is something you definitely don’t want to face on your own. But with all your friends being busy, you’ve decided to accept your fate and drown your sorrows at your favourite bar. Enter: Jung Hoseok, bartender, lifesaver and the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever seen. »

⟶ kaleidoscopic; knj ⇥ @boywivlove​ ➳ established relationship au.     ↳   ⎡Go Paintballing⎦

« You and Namjoon decide to blow off some steam and go to a paint balling range, one multicoloured blitzkrieg later; bruised, sweaty and victorious you celebrate your win. »

⟶ undercurrent; jjk ⇥ @jjungkooksthighs ➳ best friends to lovers au. post college au.     ↳   ⎡Go Diving⎦

« After a year and six months of sea fare and many more nights of sunken eyes that had been dotted with the black shadings of sleeplessness that you’d helped to nurse him because of, the fruits of your best friend’s efforts had earned him the completion of his mission to map the entire eastern seaboard. In all his work, though, Jungkook has not gotten the chance to dive at many of the areas scattered around the ocean in the vastness of the seas. You decide to take him to a previously unmarked, unmapped sector of the sea after following his own nautical charts. The catch is this: you’re afraid of the water. What happens when you find yourself following after him and into the arms of the sea after years of pent up sexual frustration that you blame entirely on him? »

a/n: this is incredibly late but onefgeoingoeitng i hope you enjoy reading all of these works! If you participated in the collab but your fic isn’t on here, it’s because it hasn’t appeared in the tags! please feel free to DM with the link to the fic!!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If Soy Luna was R-rated

Or really, it doesn’t even have to be R-rated. It can just be that it’s not a Disney Channel show.

NSFW warning, obviously.

Sharon would be out to kill Luna. Remember the time her parents and Alfredo got arrested and Luna was alone with Rey and Maggie? Perfect chance for Sharon to attempt a murder on her. You might say "well isn't she already out to kill Luna" I mean... kinda but the show's G-rated, so it's more like "she's out to kick her out of the house and hand over her fortune" in canon

(But this is a Luna love blog so no moon children will be killed, and if you’re a Luna hater who loves to wish her death, please… do not add that if you reblog - but it’s possible she is gonna be very injured due to Sharon… or someone else)

Ámbar would probably be out for murder too. Maybe the rink fire actually killed someone

Okay, you all are thinking it, and I have to say it: Yes, Simbar. To the fullest. The white rose scene will not cut to black, we will get the whole deal.

Also you know in S3 when the boys move in? Yeah, imagine around 6 teenagers/people in early 20s together in a house. The hormones.

But besides that, probably also some... self-pleasure scenes. It depends, they may just also reference it, or just mention that someone got turned on, or whatever.

Speaking of getting turned on... the boner jokes. Gosh.

Ok so if you've seen stranger things 4, then you know that roller skates can be murder weapons. Someone would get a roller skate in the face and be VERY injured. And I hope it's Benicio. But it can be a main character too - kind of like "what I love betrayed me"

Emilia would be a stoner. Why her? Because she seems like the most likely one.

She and Ámbar would be stoner girlfriends.

Actually, in season 3, you know how Benicio is like "I like you both". Yeah the three of them would have a casual open relationship. Ámbar makes out with him and then with Emilia and then Emilia and Benicio make out.

Maybe all three of them do more than that. Or who am I kidding, it's R-rated, ofc they would do more than that.

We will see Sharon’s eyes burn as she turns blind

Matteo breaks a bone when he falls off the fence. We’ll see the broken bone.

I guess they can finally let Jim and Yam be canon❤️ Though with more steam than fluff

Drunk parties were people hook up or make out with each other

Someone will hook up backstage on roller. Or everyone will, at some point.

Heck, maybe someone managed to get freaky simply by skating at the rink...

Sharon owns a gun. The gun will be used. Maybe not only by Sharon, but also other people…

This has been in my drafts for 3 months now and I simply cannot add anymore. You are allowed to add stuff as long as you don't just wanna wish death on a character you dislike (unless it's Benicio).