#it's the beach boys i wanted to gif!

[aprilblossomgirl]

A Boss and a Babe (2023) | ep.7

I need to thank you too. / For what? / For bringing me more friends. + They are all yours, boss. Spending more time with them and your head will explode. 

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (23-29 Jul 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Rift (seapigeon) - 53K, modern college no powers AU - there's witchcraft and ghosts and curses and art student steve and science nerd bucky and it was all very good!

😍 Six Kids and a Winnebago series (Oddree13) - 91K, omegaverse Steddie - this series is a thoroughly delightful domestic omegaverse(lite) set post s4 - excellent characterizations, great sense of time/place & really fantastic music references

🥰 Longing and Belonging (enjambament) - 44K, geraskier - governess!Jaskier, lots of great family stuff with Ciri & Yen [reread, a definite fave]

😍 if I'm gonna get back to you someday (napricot) - 46K, post Endgame fixit with "a clusterfuck of Steves" from different multiverses - so many good emotions!

😊 Roommate Wanted (Lihhelsing, tinkerbclla) - 66K, modern Steddie roommates-to-lovers, part epistolary with a dash of identity porn

💖💖 +110K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

the premature awakening of Bucky Barnes [at the hands of stupid, sexy, Post-run Steve] (MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward)) - MCU: stucky, 3K - modern no powers stucky, several months on in the relationship between stripper!Bucky & architecht Steve [reread]

Galatea (saltandbyrne) - Inception: Arthur/Eames, 16K - a very good and delightfully melancholic modern myth telling

Shelter Case (Coragyps) - Suits: Mike/Harvey, 7K - futuristic dark dystopian omegaverse [reread]

Let Me Keep You (LeeHan) - MCU: stucky, 4K - Steve's oral fixation PWP  [reread]

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

D20: Adventuring Party - s1, e15-18

D20: A Crown of Candy - s5, e15-17

Good Omens - s2, e1-6

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD Plus - Why Tech Lays Women Off First

⭐ Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus - Julia Gets Wise with Jane Fonda

Fire Island: The Tea - Thomás Matos

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1991: "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" by Geto Boys

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1993: "Hip Hop Hooray" by Naughty by Nature

Hot and Bothered - Live from Pemberley: The 2005 Movie (with Helen Zaltzman and Jenny Owen Youngs)

Re: Dracula - July 24: There Will be Some Trouble

Rachel Maddow Presents: Déjà News - Episode 6: “Hello America, this is Addis Ababa.”

50 MPH - 7 MPH / A Crash Course in Jan De Bont (with Bilge Ebiri)

⭐ Endless Thread - Best of Summer: The Loudest Sound

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Mapping the Gay Guides

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Spaces for Spies

Switched on Pop - Barbie and the plasticity of pop

Shedunnit - Cricket and Crime

Re: Dracula - July 26: Just Starting for Home

Ologies with Alie Ward - Sciuridology (SQUIRRELS) with Karen Munroe

Stuff The British Stole - The Fever Tree Hunt

The Waves Plus - How a Drag Queen Recreated the American Dream

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Knight’s Spider Web Farm

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Amazon Night Hikes

Our Opinions Are Correct - Encore Episode: We're in the wrong timeline, with Connie Willis and R.F. Kuang

99% Invisible #546 - The Country of the Blind

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1981: "Rapture" by Blondie

⭐ Decoder Ring Plus - A Brief History of Making Out

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Zelda: A Beep to the Past

Dear Prudence Plus - My Boyfriend Hid His Hobby From Me—Civil War Reenactments. Help!

⭐ Into It - Country Music’s Race Problem

What Next: TBD Plus - Washington vs. A.I.

Rivals: Music's Greatest Feuds - Robbie Robertson vs. Levon Helm: Broken Band

Re: Dracula - July 28: Four Days in Hell

Re: Dracula - July 29: Another Tragedy

Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Don’t Believe Me, Just Watch

⭐ Strong Songs - "Killing Me Softly With His Song," as sung by Lauryn Hill, Roberta Flack, & Lori Lieberman

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Randall Park

Fire Island: The Tea - Bambi Sue: Dredging Up the Past

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting The Who

People Just Wanna Have Fun [Kool & The Gang] {2023}

The Beach Boys Radio • Popular

"One Thing Leads To Another" [The Fixx] Radio

Dream Theater

Presenting Bruno Mars

[nosfelixculpa]

Ba Da? Hm? Mister Ba Da? Hm? Honey?

OCEAN LIKES ME (2022) Directed by Lee Su Ji

[theostrophywife]

snow on the beach.

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

request: can you write some cuddles with theo? maybe he’s comforting reader, or maybe reader is comforting him, but this boy need some love pretty please.

song inspiration: snow on the beach by taylor swift.

author's note: as soon as i saw the gif by the lovely @dramaticals, i knew that i had to write a piece with it as the cover. get in, babes. we're simping for theodore nott.

The snow fell softly over Hogwarts, covering the castle with ice and frost. From the beach, Theo watched as the flurries glittered against stone and spire and frowned as the cold seeped into his bones. Underneath him, the Black Lake was frozen solid yet crystal clear. It might’ve been unwise to venture out so far from the shore, but Theo welcomed the clarity of the cold. 

The cigarette cradled between his slender fingers provided some much needed warmth, the nicotine filling his lungs and dulling his senses as he released a cloud of smoke into the air. Spread-eagled on the ice, Theo sprawled out like a snow angel, blinking away the snowflakes as it gathered on his lashes. 

Beyond the treeline, Theo glimpsed his friends chasing each other on their brooms. A loud cackle echoed from the Forbidden Forest as Mattheo hurled a snowball at Draco. Enzo and Regulus cursed as they narrowly dodged the attack, racing away from Mattheo as he laughed maniacally, clearly relishing his reign of terror. On any other day, he would’ve been flying right along his mates, but today was different. 

The boys could sense it as well. All morning, Theo had been distant and distracted. He barely participated in the conversations happening around him during lunch. When he turned down Mattheo’s invitation to play quidditch in the snow, his mates took the hint that Theo really just wanted to be alone.

So here he was, smoking in the freezing cold and hoping that the frigid air would provide a moment of reprieve from the complicated thoughts and emotions swirling within him. For his efforts, Theo was rewarded with a sore arse and a growing migraine pulsing behind his eyes. In other words, he was truly shit out of luck.

There was no escaping today. 

A soft shuffling beckoned his attention, but it wasn’t necessary for Theo to turn around to know who the steps belonged to. He could identify his best friend by sound alone. You always walked with purpose. Judging by the decisive click of your boots against the ice, Theo could tell that you were on a mission. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you came into view, your cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. 

With a hand on your hip, you cocked your head at Theo and posed a question in your usual no-nonsense tone. “Would you like some company or would you prefer to brood alone?” 

Theo looked up from his cigarette, biting back a smile. You were always straight to the point. Never one to mince words. Theo liked that about you. 

“I don’t mind the company if it’s you, principessa.” 

A soft smile graced his face as you transformed your robe into a blanket, laying it on the ice and beckoning him to move. Theo happily obliged and attempted not to chuckle as you fussed over him, clearly biting back on lecturing him on the dangers of catching hypothermia in this weather. You placed your bag underneath his head before laying beside him in the cocoon of fabric. 

Without a word, you tapped your shoulder. His heart warmed at the familiar gesture as he leaned against you. A sigh of satisfaction slipped past his lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and easing all the tension from his body. 

“What are you doing out here?” Theo asked as you toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You hate the cold.” 

“I do, but I don’t hate you.” 

Theo nuzzled against your neck, humming softly as the warmth of your skin soothed his senses. “I missed you at breakfast. Thought you were sleeping in, so I didn’t bother to wake you up.” His mouth quirked in amusement. “We both know what happens when your sleep is interrupted.”

“I’m not that bad,” you said sheepishly. 

“The last time I tried to wake you up before noon on a weekend, you threw a slipper at my head.” 

“I thought you were an intruder.” 

“Mhm,” Theo murmured against your shoulder. “That explains why you yelled, ‘Leave me alone, Theodore!’ after physically assaulting me.” 

By the way you shifted beside him, Theo knew you were rolling your eyes fondly. “For your information, I woke up bright and early this morning to head to Hogsmeade.” 

“Has hell frozen over?” Theo asked dramatically, furrowing his brows as he looked up at you. “The Y/N I know wouldn’t be caught dead in all this snow. Especially not without stealing at least three of my hoodies before stepping foot out of the castle.” 

You chuckled, brushing a strand of wavy hair away from his eyes. “Contrary to what you may believe, I’m not completely helpless without you. I bundled up and braved the snow to pick up a package from the post.” 

“I wish you would’ve told me, dolcezza. I would’ve gone to the village with you.” 

“That’s sweet of you, Teddy. But it was a quick trip and I managed fine on my own.”

Theo grumbled with displeasure, but rested his head on your shoulder once more. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, just soaking up each other’s company. You were clearly aware that something was on his mind, but you didn’t push. You knew that Theo would talk if and when he was ready. It was one of the many things he appreciated about you. Whenever you were together, there was never any need to fill the silence. Even without words, you could read him like a book. 

After a while, Theo put out his cigarette and turned over to face you. You smiled as he scooted closer and breathed in your strawberry shampoo. He brushed the snowflakes off of your cheek, but more fell to take their place. 

“How did you know I’d be out here?” 

“For reasons I will never understand, you love the cold. You said it helps you think clearly,” you replied, tracing the moles and freckles that littered his skin like constellations. “I figured you had a lot on your mind. I imagine the anniversary is a rough day for you.” 

Theo blinked in surprise. Though you told each other nearly everything, Theo had never disclosed the anniversary of his mother’s death. He rarely spoke about her to anyone. Even after ten years, the loss still made his heart feel hollow. 

“You know what today is?” He asked in a small, quiet voice. 

You nodded in confirmation. “Your nonna mentioned it in her last letter. I know you usually like to be alone to remember her, but I wanted to at least check up on you.” 

There was an ache in his chest as he met your concerned gaze. You placed your hand above his heart and rubbed over the spot like you knew how heavy of a load it was to carry. Theo’s fingers gently closed around yours. 

“I’m glad you did.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly. “All these years? I would’ve liked to be there for you.” 

There was a hint of pain in the edges of your voice as though robbing you of the ability to comfort him physically hurt. Knowing you, it probably did. You cared so deeply and loved so fully. It was just the type of person that you were. It was what drew him to you in the first place. 

“I didn’t think I could,” he admitted truthfully. “After my mum died, my father never spoke about her again. He just acted like the day of her death never happened. For him, it was just another normal day and not the day that I lost half of myself. My father said it was weak to show emotion, so I never did. I had no choice but to be strong, so I am.” 

Theo closed his eyes and attempted to tamper down his emotions. When he opened them again, he was met with your heartbroken expression. A pang of guilt struck his heart like an arrow. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you. Seeing you in pain was worse than enduring the Cruciatus curse and Merlin knew he had plenty of experience in that regard. Thanks to his cruel, ruthless father. Theo started to apologize, but startled when you cradled his face in your hands, your gaze full of bravery and determination. 

“Emotions don’t make you weak, Teddy. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to grieve and rage and cry. You don’t have to be so strong all the time.” 

The words struck him to his very core. It had never occurred to him to let his armor fall. He wasn't aware that was even an option. All his life, Theo thought that repressing every ounce of emotion was the only way to cope with his mother’s death. He wasn’t granted permission to speak of her, much less grieve over her. Self-preservation had been drilled into him even before he was sorted into Slytherin. It was how he survived.

“I don’t?” He asked in a broken whisper. 

“No, you don’t.” You replied, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m here for you and I won’t judge you for being vulnerable.” 

Theo swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I don’t want to weigh you down with my burdens.” 

“You won’t,” you promised. “Whatever heaviness you’re carrying, I’ll carry it with you. You never have to do anything alone, Teddy.” 

The ice in his chest cracked and the armor he so carefully crafted around his heart splintered off into a million tiny pieces. It should’ve terrified him, but instead, all Theo felt was relief. You were giving him a safe space to feel. A luxury that had been ripped away from him the day his mother died. 

“I miss her so much.” 

With those five words, Theo felt the dam break. Years and years of sadness and anger and grief washed over him like a tidal wave, flooding his heart with the intensity of it all. The rush of the current would have wiped him out entirely if it hadn’t been for your arms wrapping around him, holding him to the present like an anchor. Theo clung onto you for dear life and sobbed. 

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He cried until the front of your sweater was soaked with his tears. He cried until his throat was raw from screaming. He cried until his eyes were bloodshot and red and as heavy as lead. Through it all, you hugged him tightly, holding him against you firmly as you rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. 

“It’s okay, Teddy. Let it out. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Theo gripped the back of your sweater, bunching up the fabric between his fingers as he unleashed ten years worth of grief out into the open. You didn’t balk at any of it. The two of you had weathered the good, the bad, and the ugly together and none of it had scared you off. Theo believed you when you said that you weren’t going anywhere. To you, it was a sacred promise. One that you had kept faithfully since the day you met him. 

“I’m here for you,” you declared in reassurance, rocking him back and forth. “I always will be.” 

He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like you. During times like these, Theo was convinced that you were his guardian angel. A gift from above to offset all the shit and misery that life brought. It was cathartic to cry in the arms of the girl he loved because he knew that you would hold him as he fell apart and put him back together in a way that only you could. 

After what seemed like ages, Theo finally looked up. With a sniffle, he watched with an awestruck expression as you wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed his forehead. 

“I got something for you,” you whispered softly. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I think it might help. It’s a way to commemorate the loss of your mother, but to also honor the happy memories that live on in your heart.” 

You fished around in your bag and pulled out a small paper lantern. As you held it in your hands, it glowed as though enchanted. 

“Back home, we light these lanterns and release them to honor the loved ones we’ve lost. I asked my mum to mail me one and it just arrived in the post this morning. Special delivery.” 

Just when Theo thought he was all out of tears, a fresh wave crashed over him. He was the reason why you’d trudged out in the snow and frost so early in the morning. To pick up the most thoughtful gift that anyone has ever given him. Theo couldn’t help but bawl. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh no. I didn’t mean to upset you. We don’t have to do it if you want to. I can send it back—“

Theo shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s perfect. It’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you. For writing to my crazy old nonna and letting me get snot all over your favorite sweater and turning a shit day less shitty. Thank you so much, Y/N.” 

You smiled, brushing his waves back. “You don’t have to thank me, Theo. I’d do anything for you. That’s what you do for the people you love.” 

His breath caught in his throat. Theo looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “You love me?” 

“With every fiber of my being.” 

Before he knew it, Theo was crying again, but this time it was happy tears. He leaned in, cradling your face in his hands just like you always did to him, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was so soft and so gentle, like he was afraid that you might disappear. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he declared with certainty. Theo loved you like the moon loved the sun. He loved you like the shadows loved the stars. You were the light that he’s been waiting for in the darkness. “I think my mum would’ve loved you too.” 

You smiled, intertwining your fingers together and kissing his knuckles. “I wish I had the chance to meet her.” 

“You still can,” Theo said with a smile. “Will you show me how to light the lantern, cara mia?” 

After you showed him how to enchant the lantern, Theo was able to light it by himself. The lantern glowed in his hands as he looked over at you. “What’s next?” 

“Usually, we say a few words to honor the dead. It can be as short or as long as you’d like.” Theo swallowed thickly. He seemed to be grappling with his thoughts, searching for the right words. You grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed. “There’s no right or wrong way to do it. As long as it comes from the heart. Don’t be scared, Teddy. I’m right here.” 

Theo nodded, smiling softly as he squeezed back. He composed himself for a moment and stared at the lantern. 

“Ciao, mamma. It’s Teddy. Today was really hard. It’s been ten years since I lost you, but I still feel you everywhere. I miss you a lot. I’m sorry that I never talk about you. Even now, it still hurts. But I’m learning that sometimes you just have to let yourself feel the pain. That it’s okay to let other people in and let them carry the burden with you. I’m lucky, mamma. I have nonna and my cousins and my mates. I have Y/N. She takes care of me. She always asks me about my day. She remembers every little thing I tell her, like the fact that I hate crusts on my sandwiches and pineapple on pizza.” 

You chuckled as his nose scrunched up in disgust. The sincerity of it all made your heart feel like it was overflowing with love for this beautiful boy. “She’s always bossing me around and fussing over me, but I secretly love that she cares so much. She’s got such a big heart, mamma. I’m lucky to even occupy a small portion of it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got Y/N to watch over me. I love you and I miss you. I promise I’ll talk about you more. Ci vediamo, mamma.” 

Your eyes welled with tears as Theo released the lantern. He turned to you, wiping a tear away. “Hey, none of that,” he teased. “I’ve cried enough for the both of us tonight, love.” 

“I’m sorry. That was just so beautiful. I’m so proud of you, Teddy. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were so brave.” 

He leaned down to kiss your temple. “Couldn’t have done it without you, cara mia.” 

Theo laced his fingers through yours and tugged lightly. “Now come on, dolcezza. Let’s get inside where it’s warm. I know you’re dying to lecture me about being out in the cold for this long.” 

You chuckled, not even the least bit surprised at how well Theo knew you. 

Later that night, after the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and snuggled underneath your warm blankets, you listened as Theo told stories of his mum. You laughed when he recounted the time his mum hexed Lucius for stealing her shampoo in third year. You cried when he recalled the way she’d always let him curl up in her bed after a nightmare, singing him to sleep and soothing her Teddy. 

In one night, the memories that he kept locked away in his heart for ten years came spilling out of Theo. You soaked up every detail like a sponge, hanging onto his every word. The sun was rising by the time he exhausted himself, but he felt so much lighter than he ever had. With your arms wrapped tightly around him, Theo knew that he was loved beyond measure. He could feel the affection and devotion radiating between you, like an invisible string that tied the two of you together.

As you spooned him, Theo grinned and kissed your fingertips. “Thank you for letting me talk about my mum. I’ve never told anyone any of that before.” 

“What makes me so special?” 

Theo turned over and smiled. “You make me feel safe,” he whispered in the darkness. You teared up at his words, knowing how hard it was for Theo to let his guard down. The fact that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you was a privilege that you’d never take for granted. “You take all my fucked up, broken pieces and put me back together again. With you, I feel whole.” 

“It doesn’t matter how many times you fall apart, Teddy. I will always be here to pick up the pieces.” 

“Me too,” Theo murmured sleepily. He leaned over and kissed you, soft and sweet and pure. Your heart ached for him. You were convinced that your soul would’ve searched through infinity and back just to find him. “That’s what you do for the people you love.”

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[rageserenity]

It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

[writing-goblinnilmerg]

You’re his mate? | Neteyam x Omatikaya!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Aonung gets it into his head that you’re together

A/N: Credit to @dantakeyoman for inspiring the ending

Masterlist

GIF cred: @urlocalfeiner

Being Neteyam’s mate, you couldn’t bear to watch him leave the Omaticaya forever. So, you went with the Sully family. You had no family to speak of, so leaving was an easy decision. You cried when you left, however; the forest had been the only thing you had known. Neteyam held on to you, feeling exactly the same way, but waiting until you and him were out of sight from his family, not wanting to make it worse for Kiri and little Tuk.

Pleased or not, you finally arrived at the islands across the sea. You were fed up; you had been traveling for days, left your home, and now you learn that it might all have been for nothing. Your tail was swishing in anger, so Neteyam put his arm around your waist and Lo’ak put his hand on your shoulder - before he got side tracked by Tsireya, that is.

Two boys about your age were looking at you and whispering to each other. Now it was Neteyam’s turn to be angry; he never liked seeing other boys watching you. You lent into his shoulder to calm him down before he did something that he would regret.

Finally, you were granted a safe haven, much to the displeasure of the two boys, who left. Jake negotiated to give you and Neteyam your own Marui, following complaints from both Lo’ak and Kiri about hearing you two “cuddle all night”.

***

You were practicing breathing exercises with Tsireya, Lo’ak and Neteyam when Aonung ran up to you and said that Neytiri was looking for you and Tsireya. You shrugged, and the two of you left your little circle to go find out what she wanted. Neteyam ruffled Lo’ak’s hair and ran off behind you, leaving behind a silent warning not to anger Aonung.

Left alone with Aonung, Lo’ak started packing up his things to go practice elsewhere, while the metkayina boy tried to start up a conversation.

“You know, for freaks, your oldest sister is very pretty.” Lo’ak scoffed and walked away. Kiri was hardly an ideal choice of mate for Aonung.

You, meanwhile, were completing chores that Neytiri had assigned after talking to Tsireya. Neteyam had been dragged away by his father to hunt.

“Hello!” You jumped up from where you were crouching, startled. Aonung stared back at you, his hand up in a shy wave. You hissed and went back to what you were doing.

“We should get to know each other better. Like a date?” He said. The last thing that you wanted to do was go on a date with him, especially since you had already mated. However, he was the chiefs son, and you had promised Jake that you wouldn’t cause trouble, so you scuttled away without replying.

Unbeknownst to you, Aonung had taken this response as a positive one and had gone to tell the entire clan about it.

***

You were eating dinner with Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri when Tsireya ran in to your marui.

“Is it true? You’re dating Aonung?” She cried out, breathless. Neteyam immediately moved from his position next to you. Upset that Neteyam would so easily doubt your trust, you shook your head.

“He asked me out but I left without saying anything. I wanted to spit in his face but I kept it civil.”

“Actually, yesterday he came up to me and told me that my sister was pretty. I thought he was talking about Kiri, because anyone with eyes and a brain could see that you two have mated.” Said Lo’ak, thinking back to the beach.

“Well, unfortunately for you, my brother is lacking a brain.” Said Tsireya, annoyed by his antics.

“What should we do? Just ignore it?”

“Tsireya, could you please tell anyone who talks to you about this that Aonung and I have never dated, and that it was just a rumor.” You asked your friend. She nodded and left the marui with her new mission.

***

A few weeks have passed since Tsireya had burst into your dinner, and the clan seemed to have moved on to other gossip. It was time for Aonung’s rite of passage.

You weren’t particularly interested in the scumbag boy becoming a scumbag man, so you and Lo’ak were cracking jokes the whole time while Neteyam tried to stifle his laughter.

“My son, Aonung, has become part of the clan!” Boomed Tonowari. “He may now choose a mate!” The clan cheered and dispersed, gone to their maruis so that the new member could visit them individually, as was Metkayina tradition.

All the eligible girls of the clan hung an ocean flower above their door, signaling that they were interested in being courted. Your marui was noticeably flower-less, and you and Neteyam settled down for the night.

***

Neytiri shook you awake.

“You must come! Now!” She whispered urgently, trying not to wake Neteyam up. Unfortunately for her, he’s always been a light sleeper. He jumped up immediately. Neytiri pulled you up and dragged you to Tonowari’s grand marui. Inside were the chief of the Metkayina and his family, plus the sullys. Aonung brightened when he saw you.

“Y/n. Aonung has told me that he has chosen you as his mate.” Lo’ak burst out laughing as Kiri scoffed, but Neteyam had had enough. He pulled you into the middle of the marui, where everyone could see, and kissed you, hard.

“I am going to say this for the last time,” Neteyam said, barely controlling his anger. “She is mated to me, understand?” Aonung nodded quickly. Jake stepped forward to fill in the awkward silence.

“Tonowari, thank you, but we must talk about this later. Neytiri, would you mind taking y/n?”

Neytiri took your hand and gently led you out of the marui to go with your ikran. You weren’t particularly worried for Neteyam; you knew that, when it comes to your relationship, Jake wouldn’t be too hard on him. You didn’t know why, but Neteyam suspected that it was because your relationship resembled his parents’.

***

“You humiliated him in front of his family! In front of ours! You need to go apologize, immediately!” Jake thundered.

“I’m not going to apologize for this. He went too far this time.” Neteyam defended.

They argued for longer as Kiri and Lo’ak stood outside, clearly eavesdropping.

Neteyam got nervous when he fought with his father; when he gets nervous, he plays with the beads on hair that you arranged for him. It just took this small touch to remind Jake of your bond. He scolded him one last time before deciding to calm down. They agreed that Jake would go apologize to Tonowari for the disturbance, not for the actual act.

“Besides, who taught you how to kiss like that?!” Lo’ak and Kiri jumped into the tent and started making kissing noises. Jake ruffled Neteyam’s hair and he left to go find you.

***

“You have to admit, it was kind of sweet though.” You said. You and Neteyam were relaxing on the beach during the eclipse.

“How dare you!” He playfully said. You laughed and curled up in his arms.

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Miami Waves - Logan Sargeant x NewZealandOlympicSurfing! Reader

Plot: Miami boy wants to see if his Olympic surfing girl can keep up with the Floridian waves and you end up getting to know his colleagues more in the process

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“Thank you for coming and being here with me” he smiles, his parents had been wanting to meet you for a while. You’d started dating when he first got into F2 and was put under the Williams Young Driver Programme.

“You knew I wouldn’t say no. I’ve been wanting to meet them just as much!” You exclaim. You were a little nervous to meet them, as in your mind Logan was it for you, this was the boy you wanted to marry and have a family with. And even if he didn’t feel the same way right now, that was okay. Not that you knew if he did as you’d never discussed your guys future.

But if you had, he would have told you he felt the exact same way.

Meeting his parents was so much fun, and you got to meet his older brother who teased the both of you relentlessly.

You were used to surfing in Australia and New Zealand. They were the closest to you, and there wasn’t quite any waves like their were on the Australian Coastline. That’s actually where you’d won, one of your first ever championships in surfing. Two years later and you were a Silver Medalists.

“Well my family love you. I’m pretty sure they wanted you to move in” he laughs, Logan lived at home all through his career in F2 and he still visited often as he always said how he felt like an outcast on the F1 grid.

Alex helped but he’d drifted apart from Oscar and had to watch him form a really strong bond with Lando.

He still talked to his friends from his days in Prema as well but everything but you felt so disconnected lately.

So spending those two weeks with his family and you in Miami in the beach villa you'd all rented was vital for the both of you. You felt like you'd been so busy running around, travelling the world with Logan all the time, surfboard rentals at every new place you went so you could train and sometimes travelling for your own championships.

You spent the two weeks doing the most mundane stuff, like cooking together with Logan, building sandcastles, teaching him how to paddle board before showing him the intricacies that came with surfing, which you thought considering his concentration and hand-eye coordination in an F1 car he'd be good at but he couldn't stay on the board once.

Your favourite thing was his family getting really excited to show your their favourite local restaurants in Florida.

You were currently sat on your surfboard with your legs in the water and hands on the middle part of it, watching everything in the neck high water below you.

The water's were crystal clear and you could see the little fishes swimming around playing through the sand. You were swaying a little bit where the quieter, unrideable waves were lapping over your board and sending you in random directions.

You were peacefully watching everything go by, until that peace was ruined by Logan, coming running into the water in his basketball shorts making you look over to him in shock.

"Logan?" you asked as he swam up to hold into your board, you scooted back so that he could haul himself up and sit opposite you on the board.

"Erm, so ... kind of last minute but you about to meet Oscar, Arthur and Freddie" Logan said, trying to give you his cute teddy bear smile, but all that was running through your body was shock.

It was a bit strange but you hadn't actually met his friends, you were very very busy with training for the next Olympics and another set of Championships in New Zealand when Logan was in F2, so you didn't see him in the paddock as much as you do now, and if you did you were nervous and kept to yourself.

"No, stop. I'm basically naked!" you exclaim looking down at your cleavage that wasn't well covered up by your bikini.

"Come on, lets go meet them. And get you a cover-up because I don't trust them" he laughs, placing a hand and the side of your neck before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You guys moved closer to each other to the point where you were basically sat on his lap. A wave a little to large came and toppled you both off the board making you both come up sputtering in shock.

You swim to where the water is knee deep and see three boys watching you.

"Oh" you mutter, knowing exactly who they were.

"Baby, these are my friends" he offers, grabbing your coverup and handing it to you so you could chuck it on.

"Yeah i gathered" you chuckle.

You spent the day with the boys, Oscar was the only one that could surf and you found yourself getting on with all of them, Oscar the most who became like a sort of Oceanic brother to you, being from Australia.

Arthur and Freddie were a whole other story, constantly flirting with you to try and get a rise out of Logan which you couldn't help but giggle at but always grab his hand, arm of leg in a comforting way to let him know none of it was affecting you.

"So, how are you feeling about the Paris Olympics?" Freddie asks as you were all sat around a bonfire, telling stories.

"Yeah confident, I'm excited to be able to participate in it for a second year running! Going for Gold and all that..." you grin.

"Well... we will all be there to watch you, right Logan?" Arthur grins, making you shake your head again.

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y/user: Missing NZ P1🇳🇿🥝 but Miami and Hubby are treating me well P2-4 🇺🇸🦅

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logansargeant: Out of all the pictures you could have used of me on the beach … 😩

-> y/user: baby, I had sunburn in all of our ones 💋

-> logansargeant: but you make such a pretty tomato 🍅

-> y/user: outside for you tonight

-> logansargeant: arthur_leclerc, oscarpiastri, frederickvestiofficial I’m in the dog house boys, help me out!

-> arthur_leclerc: sounds like a you problem, Y/N looking radiant as always 🌸

-> oscarpiastri: maybe you shouldn’t have called your girl a tomato? You hit those Miami waves Y/N 🏄🏼‍♀️🌊

-> frederikvestiofficial: Y/N deserves better 🫣🫶🏼

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I Didn't Expect You ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 2) (Masterlist)

gif credit @henryofwales

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is post SEASON 2 with changes, Susannah is sick, Belly is heartbroken, Jere is bitter, Conrad is struggling, everyone swears, Laurel/Cleveland, Belly and YN briefly critique their bodies but the focus is ultimately positive

word count: 2,275

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Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

This summer there was no one to greet us when we pulled up at the beach house. It was quiet but the beauty of Cousin's Beach and the house itself was as overwhelming on first glance as it had always been. Maybe the sky seemed filled with a few more clouds, darker even without someone to remind the boys that the Conklin-Parks had arrived. Either way, Steven and Belly didn't seem to notice and were already grabbing their bags and bickering about who had their house key handy.

"Do you think we're the first ones here?" I asked as I walked up slowly to the property to look for signs of life.

Belly was by your side in moments, "No, Jere said he was picking up Rosie's for lunch. He should be here somewhere. They were supposed to get here a little early to make sure Susannah was all set up with…everything." I just nodded and watched her walk to the door with the key. It wasn't surprising that she didn't mention Conrad.

Belly had already vented her nerves about coming at all after her breakup with Conrad at Prom. I didn't blame her and assured her I'd be right by her side no matter what happened or what was said. Belly and Conrad grew up together just like the rest of us and if no one else would make sure a failed romance wasn't going to ruin that forever, I definitely was. They hadn't talked since and I promised I'd help her fix it and I would. Conrad would be reasonable about it whether he liked it or not. I was always a fixer, the Mom friend if you will, and there was no reason this could be fixed.

Last summer when I saw it brewing between them I couldn't help but worry. Of course, I wanted Belly to have what she'd always wanted but could Conrad really return her feelings of adoration and worship the same way? Apparently yes, for the six months they were together at least. But it had been three months since the breakup and I knew I had to do everything I could to refocus the group into supporting each other. There had been too much drifting and it broke my heart. Despite life changes causing difficulty in the planning of it all, everyone had agreed to come back to Cousin's for the 4th at Susannah's request so that was a great start. She would have insisted on the whole summer if she'd had the energy but it was time to accept that some things would just never be the same again. We were barely children anymore and the summers were going to change.

"Y/N! Come on, Jere's got apple cinnamon for you!" Steven called out to me from the open front door.

As soon as I entered the house, the smell washed over me, my shoulders sagging in relief and the comfort of finally being here and smellling that smell brought me. The greetings were quieter when I walked into the familiar kitchen full of people I loved most, just like pulling up to the house but that was okay too. Jeremiah squeezed me just as tight as he always had even if he didn't shout my name and lift me off your feet. This wasn't even the whole gang of people who'd been through hell and back the last year but we were all here. All coming back for Susannah's favourite holiday.

The pressure I put on this last summer before I moved halfway across the country to start my freshman year at Stanford wasn't fair to anyone, especially myself but it felt like the end of an era. With Susannah's health changing everyday, I wasn't sure if it could ever be the same again. Was the magic gone? And if so, could it ever come back again? The test would be when the house was full and the party planning was in full force. Susannah would put us all to work and everything would feel normal again even just for a little while.

"What the--Ohmigod!" I spun around and used my hands to block the cold water drops spraying all over me. "Fuck you too, cretin," I said glaring at the shit-eating grin standing in black surfing gear that awaited me.

Conrad has snuck up behind me during small talk and shook his shaggy soaked hair into the back of my exposed neck. "Always a pleasure Y/N, " he finally said, nodding without looking in my direction again and focusing on greeting the other new arrivals.

I was happy to see a short but sweet acknowledgement between him and Belly and she didn't even look like she wanted to die after so maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought. Laurel showed up last, announcing her presence at the door and warning everyone not to embarrass her in front of Cleveland. It was a surprise but a happy one and I knew instantly that Susannah was going to lose her mind in the best way. Conrad mentioned that she would sleep until dinner around 6pm so don't be late.

The boys made plans that didn't interest me or Belly and just as I thought they were leaving I saw Jeremiah pause and look at the guys with intent. Belly was always quick on the uptake and tried to protest but the tradition held strong. The boys celebrated a successful throw that had poor Belly flailing in the air so long it felt like slo mo and this time none of them fell for her tricks and got pulled into the pool after her. Not even me, though I should have when I felt bad for a moment, held my hand out and walked towards the edge of the pool in her direction. Conrad was quicker and scooped me right up off my feet from behind, just in time to escape Belly's trap as I gasped at the realization.

"You wouldn't! I didn't throw you in!"

"Yeah, and you didn't try stop them either!" But even in her feigned anger she was chuckling as she swam to the ladder.

After the shock left my body, I joined the boys in hysterical laughter. Conrad was still holding me tight but he must have lost his balance as I crashed to the ground on top of him. He was still in a fit, only uttering the occasional "ow" which spurred on more giggles that infected everyone else. I got myself together before he did and had to pry his surprisingly strong, wiry arms from my waist to be able to stand again.

"My god, you're like a world's tallest spider monkey." I was trying to give him shit but but the sight of him giggling on the ground made him look like a sweet toddler.

That helped sober him a little, "You love it...besides I saved your ass. You should be thinking up ways to thank me." I only caught his smirk after brushing the grass off my clothes but it was enough to stop me in my tracks and stare him down.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that." This was ridiculous and everyone was listening to the two of us– but no, we'd always done this. This was the root of the relationship I'd always had with the oldest Fisher brother. He riled me up and I gave him shit. Simple. "Let me know if you have any special requests," I said over my shoulder as I headed back inside.

"Good idea! I'll text you!" He was yelling now, the idiot, but it was still making the boys laugh so the final word would be Conrad's this time. I could have sworn I'd heard him mumble about how uptight I could be and I was rolling my eyes as I met Belly in the hallway with an exasperated smile that she shared.

Conrad Fisher and I had never been the closest of the group, always seeming to piss each other off in one way or another as kids. Susannah had said that our personalities clashed and that it was a great challenge to overcome as we matured. Anyone would say that both of us were still working on the maturely overcoming it part. It's not like I thought he was a bad guy; he was my friend no matter what, someone who knew me better than most without even trying. If I set a hard boundary he was the first to listen, respect it and make sure everyone else did too while also being the one to lay into me if I screwed up somehow or rib me to death for acting stupid. It was infuriating at worst and addictive at best so I never judged Belly's undying admiration. He was always the leader of the group as the oldest and that came with a certain power that I later realized was also responsibility. Sometimes he knew what I needed even before I did. It was eerie, that sixth sense he had. He was actually pretty damn good at taking care of everyone so sometimes I even let him take care of me too. If Conrad was the fearless leader then Belly was the baby and while he made it look easy taking care of everyone else, I always knew how to take extra special care of her.

The two of you headed upstairs to the room you shared. It originally had a double bed for Belly but Susannah quickly changed it to two singles side by side the second summer you visited. Belly and I liked our tradition of unpacking first; it felt like being at our second home where everything had a place.

"So...how was it?"

I could hear Belly rolling her eyes before she even spoke. "Okay, it could have been worse. I thought he wouldn't even speak to me."

"Why wouldn't he speak to you?"

"Because the last thing he said to me was that he could never give me what I wanted and that I deserved better." She was frustrated as she said it and I couldn't help but sigh.

"I mean, there are worse things to say when you're breaking up with someone..."

"Y/N!"

"What? I'm sorry! It doesn't mean you aren't allowed to be hurt, I'm just saying at least he wasn't a jerk about it." I shrugged and put my pile of new pajamas in the bottom drawer.

Belly paused and turned to look at me, "He said he was sorry it happened that night but he didn't want to be angry at us anymore. Not even me, Y/N, but us."

I got up and went to stroke her arm in a soothing rhythm, "It wasn't fair how it happened but you said you could feel it coming."

Her eyes start to shine with unshed tears, "I thought it was Susannah...I didn't think it could just be me..." When her pretty brown eyes closed the tears ran down her cheeks but she didn't break down, she didn't sob. She just took a deep, steadying breath as her body shifted underneath my hand.

"Hey, it wasn't you, it was him. Look at you, it couldn't have been you, you're stunning!" I shook her shoulders as her lips turned up at the corners. "Absolute perfection! Come here and see." I guided Belly towards the full length mirror on the corner of the room and planted her right in front of it. "Now, I know you thought Conrad was Prince Charming and you'd live happily ever after but fairytales aren't real. But this volleyball bod is." I smacked her butt to make my point and snap her out of her gloomy daze.

"Oh! You're so ridiculous they need to invent a new word–" Hearing her giggle was always a joy because Belly giggled without a hint of shame.

"I'm not finished! I know a breakup can kill your confidence a bit and I need you to look at yourself and really see what you're bringing to the table this hot girl summer."

Even through a big smile she shook her head, "God no, you are so embarrassing."

"I mean, come on, tight ass already acknowledged, newish boobs that are perfectly perky as ever and the prettiest smile on the face of the planet! You can have any boy you want, Isabel Conklin!"

Belly's smile fell a bit as and twisted and turned in the mirror. "You don't think my shoulders are kinda...broad?"

I hung my head as the patience exited my body with a slump. "You're actually insane. Some of us have real problems like cellulite on our thighs and an ass that doesn't fit in most jeans."

"Oh, shut up! Steven told me Frankie and those guys call you 'the ass that won't quit'."

"Belly, I'm not sure that's a compliment." I didn't hate the nickname as long as they didn't say it to my face but I still wasn't sure it meant good things.

"You're delulu, Y/N. Okay, we gotta stop. You're right. Hot girl summer with me and my cousin in Cousin's!" She grabbed my hand and started shifting her feet like we were about to have an impromptu dance party.

I covered my face with my hands and stifled a giggle at the silly phrase, "I fucking hate when you start that shit..." And just like I expected, as my chuckle became a belly laugh, my baby cousin turned on the Bluetooth speaker in my room and we danced out all the pent up heartbreak, nerves, grief and leftover stress and sent it back home where it belonged.

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Author's note: I promise there is so much Conrad and romance coming up even if it wasn't much in this chapter! I hope you stick with me if you saw the potential. So much of this story was inspired by fics I've read in the last few weeks and this is my thank you! Reply with comments and let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist. If you'd like to ask me about any upcoming chapter warnings you wanna be warned of ahead of time (angst? 18+ smut?) then come visit my blog with any questions and I'll be happy to answer!

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Traitor

Part Two Part Three Part Four Epilogue

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW:18+, cheating, radioactive levels of toxicity lol, smut, choking, voyeurism kind of, swearing, ANGST

Summary: Bradleys been acting off for a while and you finally pinpoint what the cause is. Unfortunately for him, you believe in an eye for an eye.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Y’ALL this is something else let me tell ya. We love a spiteful queen. Its 2 am and I will use this gif as much as I can because I love this slutty black t shirt.

Your gut feeling that something is wrong started weeks ago, after the uranium mission. For the first time in your two-year relationship with Bradley, he accused you of looking at other men.

You had been quick to tell him that usually when someone starts making accusations out of the blue, they’re projecting. He’d been even quicker to flip the script and tell you that you were avoiding the question and deflecting.

Ever since then, you’ve noticed little things here and there. Now you’re sitting at the hard deck with all your mutual friends and your eyes narrow as you watch Bradley interact with Natasha.

She’s one of your closest friends and you've talked to her about Bradley’s odd behavior since their return. But now you’re questioning everything.

It doesn't occur to you until you see the way Bradley recoils when her hand accidentally brushed his. The pieces start coming together and you feel your blood boil.

The way that they suddenly avoid each other at all costs, the way they won't even look at each other, and the way Nat has drawn back from your friendship.

Suddenly it all makes sense and you feel like you’re going to throw up. You continue analyzing them with a clenched jaw and the look you now recognize as guilt is written all over their faces.

You bring your beer to your lips and take a long sip before chuckling to yourself. You decide not to say anything. They both know what they did and neither of them has the respect to come forward and admit it.

You told Bradley in the beginning that cheating is the one thing you could never forgive. For him to not only choose to do it anyway but to do it with a mutual friend is diabolical.

You don’t care about the why or the how. All you can think about is revenge and you have the perfect way to even the score. Your boyfriend has always thought of you as fragile like a flower, and that was his first mistake. You’re fragile like a grenade, and he just pulled the pin.

Bradley’s so caught up in his spiraling thoughts and regret that he doesn’t notice you walk up to Jake across the room.

Jake notices your figure brush up against him and he shoots you an award-winning smile. He has an idea of what happened between his teammates, but nothing was ever explicitly asked or confirmed.

When he sees the mischievous glint in your eye he assumes you must have figured it out too. He and Bradley competed for your attention in the beginning, and to say he was disappointed his fellow pilot came out on top would be an understatement. He’s always harbored feelings for you, and it seems he may get the chance to redeem himself.

You had taken a calculated risk when choosing between the two men, and boy are you bad at math. You concluded that Bradley was more relationship material and less likely to hurt you. The deep ache in your chest now begs to differ.

“Hey sweetheart, you alright?” Jake asks and you flash him a toothy grin.

“Just fine, Jake.” You answer and before you can think it through, the next words come tumbling out. “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?”

His answer is immediate and you inwardly smirk.

“With you? Anytime.” He forfeits his game of pool without hesitation and the two of you make your way outside and down toward the water.

You fall in step together and walk silently for a few minutes before you speak up. “Did you know?” You inquire quietly and Jake almost doesn’t hear you.

You hear him sigh and he shakes his head in your peripheral. “I had my suspicions. But no, I didn’t know for sure. I would have told you if I did.’ He answers honestly and you nod.

You stop abruptly when you reach a secluded part of the beach and stare out into the dark water. It's late and there’s no one else around. Jake stands patiently with his arms crossed over his chest and after a couple of minutes, you turn to face him.

“I should’ve chosen you.” You whisper and Jake's breathing picks up.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” He confesses and you take a step closer.

“Don’t say anything. Just show me how you would’ve been different.” You almost plead and Jake closes his eyes.

“You’re hurt and not thinking clearly right now. I don’t want this to be something you regret.” He tries to reason but you only move closer and run your hand down his abdomen.

“I’m not hurt, I’m pissed. But I'm crystal clear on the decision I’m making. I could never regret you.” Your voice is soft and Jakes feels his resolve crumble.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, skimming his fingers down your spine once you’re pressed tightly against him. Your foreheads are almost touching and you see him glance down at your mouth, his tongue darting out across his lower lip quickly.

“Are you sure?” He confirms and you get goosebumps when you hear the gravelly tone of his voice. "Eye for an eye.” You nod and without another moment's hesitation, his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you are an entangled mess of limbs clawing at each other's clothes. Jake wastes no time in laying you down on the sand and attacking your neck.

You feel him nip at your pulse point and let out a guttural moan at the sensation when he soothes the bite mark with his tongue.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave any evidence.” He mutters and you shake your head.

“I want you to. I want to look in the mirror and be reminded of this.” You pant and Jake ghosts his lips across your collarbone.

“Believe me darlin’, you won't be able to think of anything else.” He purrs and you whine at the promise.

You feel the tide coming in and the cool water soothes your burning skin. It's a new feeling and it sends your senses into overdrive.

You momentarily think about how Bradley had always tried to convince you to fuck on the beach but you’re quickly pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Jake’s tongue swirl around your hardened nipple.

You cry out and he moves to the other side, making sure to give it the same attention. You revel in the feeling of his mouth lapping at every exposed piece of flesh as his hands explore the peaks and valleys of your body.

His fingertips are calloused from the work he does every day and it's a stark contrast to your supple skin. He makes his way back up your ear after marking your tits, hips, and thighs and you shudder when his breath fans across your throat.

“I’d love to take my time with you sweetheart, but we're on borrowed time and I need to feel you wrapped around me. I bet you're already soaking aren’t you?” He teases while slipping a finger into your heat.

He hums when he feels you dripping for him and brings the finger up to his mouth, making a show of licking it clean. He groans as he savors the taste and looks into your eyes. “So sweet. Hope I get to devour you one day.” He groans and your thighs clench together.

“I don’t have a condom.” He says suddenly and you pull him back down to you.

“Want you to cum in me. I’m on the pill.” You whine and his head drops into the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and glances up to make sure you’re okay. You nod your head eagerly and he sinks into you with one swift motion. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how tight you are and stares down at the place your bodies meet.

You let out a strangled moan and your head falls back in utter bliss as he stretches your walls. He stays still for a moment, waiting on you to let him know it's okay to move. It only takes a few seconds and you lift your head back up to look at him.

“Please fuck me.” You cry out and Jake doesn’t have to be told twice.

The pace he sets as he slams into you is brutal and you scream out as his pelvis repeatedly hits your swollen clit.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He growls. “Scream for me.”

His hand comes up to wrap around your throat and your eyes roll back in your head. He hits your sweet spot with every deep stroke and the sounds falling out of your mouth are obscene.

Jake thinks it sounds heavenly and he can’t begin to comprehend how Bradley could be stupid enough to want anyone else.

“God damn, look at you.” He grunts as your back arches and your body trembles underneath him. “So exquisite. Absolutely Divine the way your needy pussy swallows me whole.”

Your heart is racing in your chest and you feel the coil in your abdomen start to wind up. Jake can feel you spasming around him and watches the way your breathing becomes more erratic.

He removes his hand from your hip and presses down on your lower belly while squeezing the sides of your throat lightly.

The pressure sends you hurtling over the edge and your vision goes blurry as every nerve ending in your body erupts with fire. The sight of your legs shaking around him while you sob his name is enough to bring him to his own end.

You feel his hips stutter and his cock twitches as he empties himself into you with a deep groan. The sound of him moaning sends an aftershock through you as he slowly comes to a stop. You know that even though this was supposed to be a one-time thing, you’re going to be back for more.

The two of you stay there for a few minutes after he collapses onto your sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. Once you’ve both come back down, he pulls out and lays down on the sand next to you.

“I'm sorry I don’t have anything to clean you up with.” He says and you look over at him with a grin.

“I have a better idea.” You exclaim and you stand up motioning for him to follow you.

You run out into the waves with a loud laugh and he stares in awe before chasing after you. When he gets close enough, you splash him playfully and he wipes the salt water off his face before pointing at you.

“You’re in for it now.” He says and you shriek while trying to swim away from him before he can catch you. He’s bigger and faster than you and you’ve barely made it any distance before his large arms wrap around your waist and pull you into him.

Your arms and legs wrap around him and you see a wicked glint in his eyes. Your own eyes widen as you try to break free to no avail.

“Don’t you dare!” You cackle and Jake dunks you both under the water. He brings you back up and you wipe at your hair and face while giggling like a child.

He smiles affectionately as he watches you and tries to recall the last time he’s seen you this carefree and happy. After a few more minutes, you trudge up the sand and try to dry off the best you can.

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you get redressed and make your way back to the hard deck. As you approach the bar, you share a knowing look and don’t bother walking in separately.

You’re covered in hickeys and both of you are soaking wet. Anyone with eyes can put two and two together. You grab your purse while Jake closes out both tabs and lock gazes with Bradley.

You see him white-knuckling his pool stick as he takes in your appearance and you’re certain that it's only a few seconds away from snapping. You don’t say anything as you walk over to Jake and give him a gentle smile.

“You ready?” He asks and you nod before the two of you make your exit, leaving behind a pissed-off Bradley and very confused Dagger Squad.

You’re freshly showered and sitting on the couch in your living room eating popcorn when you hear the front door crash open. Bradley all but stomps down the hallway and your eyebrow quirks when you see him stop in front of the TV. The two of you thankfully still live separately, and you make a mental note to change the locks.

“Well hello to you too.” You quip and you take in his appearance. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might break a tooth and his breath is coming out in heavy pants.

“Cut the shit.” He snarks and his eyes bore into you, cold and hard. “Did you fuck Jake?” He shouts while pointing a finger at you.

You grab the remote and maneuver around his body to pause your show before looking back at him unbothered. “Perhaps.” You reply casually and his neck and chest start getting red and splotchy.

“Was it worth it?” He sneers and you pretend to think for a second.

“Most definitely. You guys should call him Hungman.” You taunt while throwing another piece of popcorn in your mouth. You see his pupils dilate and his hand balls up into a fist.

“Guess you didn’t find that funny. Though I wasn't really joking.” You laugh and his nostrils flare.

“No, I don’t find my girlfriend fucking my teammate funny, actually.” He spits and you roll your eyes.

“So you can fuck our friends but I can’t?” You scoff and the color drains from his face.

“What are you talking about?” He tries and you feel the rage and adrenaline start flooding your system.

You squint up at him and he shifts nervously. “Don’t play dumb now, Bradley. At least Jake was worth it. Was Natasha?” You ask calmly and he looks like he might get sick.

You stand quickly and shove him backward. “I told you in the beginning, Bradshaw. I told you not to do this to me, and you did it anyway! I told you this is the one thing I could never forgive. Cheating is already disrespectful but to do it with one of our friends?!” You yell and he tries to catch your hands as they swing wildly in his direction.

“I confided in her about you! I’ve been looking like an idiot for weeks!” You scream while thrashing in his hold.

“I’m sorry.” He offers and you laugh bitterly.

“You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry? You’re a fucking traitor, Bradley.” You snap and he lets go of your wrists. You turn away from him and take a deep breath, trying with every ounce of your being to calm down before you catch a charge.

“I told you weeks ago when you tried to say I have a thing for Jake that when people start accusing out of the blue it's usually guilt and projection. You made me feel crazy, and I was right. You tried to manipulate me and it didn’t work. You don’t have an ounce of remorse.” You say, completely emotionless.

“We didn’t mean for it to happen. There was just so much fear and adrenaline, and we got caught up.” He tries to remedy the situation and you whip around. Before either of you can process, your hand connects to his cheek with a loud pop, and his face jerks to the side.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Bradley.” You seethe. “This is a choice you made. You didn’t trip and accidentally stick your dick in her. You had plenty of chances to stop, but you didn’t. I didn't even cross your mind, and if I did then it wasn’t enough to make you think twice.”

You see his eyes flood with tears as realizes he can’t fix this, and yesterday it would have sent a pang through your heart. But standing here now, you feel nothing but hatred and disgust.

“Jake never would have done this to me.” You whisper to yourself, but loudly enough that you know he hears. You know it's cruel, maybe even evil, but it's the truth. Jake has always been a good friend to you, and after really getting to know him you’re certain that he would never betray you like this.

Bradley takes a step forward and you launch back as he reaches out for you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You bark and the tears start falling hot and heavy down his face.

“I love you, Y/N. Please don’t do this. We can work it out.” He begs and you stare at him blankly.

“I didn’t do this. You did. There is no we anymore.” You state matter of factly while gesturing between the two of you. “You should leave.”

Bradley chokes on a sob and tries once again to move toward you but you sidestep him before he can touch you. Suddenly you hear a voice and you can see the moment that the fire returns to Bradley’s eyes.

“She asked you to leave, and you should probably listen.” Jake says from your doorway, his voice stern and full of venom.

The sandy-haired pilot glances between you and his colleague with anger and disbelief clear on his features. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You don’t say anything as you stare back defiantly, refusing to let him feel any form of power over you. He watches you for a few seconds before turning on his heel and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you hear the door slam.

Within seconds, large tears are falling off your face and splattering on the hardwood floor. Jake crosses the space between you in two long strides and engulfs you in a hug. He doesn’t say anything as you weep into his chest, the reality of the situation and grief consuming you.

He just rocks you back and forth gently while running his hand through your hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.

He presses tender kisses to the top of your head before resting his cheek there. “Shhh, I know darlin'. I know. I’m right here, I’ve got you. Just let it out.” His voice is soft and comforting, and after what seems like hours your cries die down into weak whimpers and sniffles.

Once your breathing has evened out, Jake pulls back to look at you. His heart shatters when he sees your bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks. He reaches up and swipes his thumbs across the swollen area, cleaning up the smeared mascara that’s staining your skin.

“I know it hurts like hell, but you did the right thing. You deserve better than that.” He consoles you, and you smile gratefully.

“Why don’t we do some face masks and watch a cheesy chick flick?” He suggests and your eyebrows shoot up.

“You’d do a face mask just to make me feel better?” You ask incredulously and he chuckles.

“I have two sisters. Trust me, it's nothing new to me. We can do a whole spa night if you want, manicures and all.” He offers and you smile brightly.

“Okay.” You agree before going to get all the supplies. And that’s just what you guys do. The evening is spent bingeing “Legally Blonde’ and ‘Miss Congeniality' while laughing loudly and debating what color would flatter Jake best.

The next morning when he goes to work, he sees Bradley on the tarmac. He looks like shit, and Jake can’t help but think that he deserves it. The pilot locks eyes with him and his gaze darts down to the nail polish adorning Jake's hands. It's at that moment that he knows. He’s lost you for good, and it's no one's fault but his own.

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[feelbokkie]

🧛How he would react to you being a vampire🧛

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff, light the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, crack, vampire au

pov: 2nd person

description: you're a vampire and this is how each skz would react (gifs have nothing to do with the writing)

pairing: bf!skz x gn!vampire!reader

warnings: vampireism(?), swearing, suggestive, mention of blood, mention of throwing up (Jeongin), mention of necrophilia (Jisung), let me know if I missed anything

word count: 1,810

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

To be completely honest, with how pale this man is and his insomnia, you would think you're just meeting a fellow vamp

He would be glad to have someone to hang out with and to keep him company while he's working late at night

All of your dates would be at night because he doesn't want the sun to hurt you

Would 1000% sacrifice himself if it means you get to eat

You've heard a lot of music in your lifetime so he values your opinion and counts on you being brutally honest

"Reminds me of something I once heard at an Elizabethan fair." "Is that good or bad?" "The song was good but the bard was terrible. Your sounds a lot better by comparison." "It was the Elizabethan era, standards were much lower back then" "What was that?"

Avoids garlic like it's the plague

He just wants to be able to kiss you

Will watch you as you sleep if he gets the chance

Let's you sit in the background of his lives since you won't appear anyway but you have to be quiet

"'Chan, is that phone floating?' What? Don't be ridiculous, phones don't float. Why are you looking at my bed anyway, you should pay attention to me!"

Nice, very subtle

Always walks in first when you two go out so he can invite you in, just in case

Such a gentleman

Always makes sure to save you all of his photocards and mini posters so you have little mementos of him

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Did not think that vampires were real

You hid it from him at first because for the first time in eons, you found someone who made you feel something and you didn't want to scare him off

It was going well until he tried to sneak a picture of you to send to the boys and you didn't show up

"That's weird." "What's weird?" "I tried to take a picture of you but you're not showing up." "About that..."

You stumble over your words explain how you didn't want to tell him because you didn't want to scare him away before finally admitting you were a vampire

"Why should that matter?" "W-what?" "Ah, should I start speaking formally? Y/N noona/hyung?" "Just speak casually."

He knows you can eat regular food but will offer to let you drink his blood

"You need to eat." "Min, it's fine. I can just drink animal blood." "If animal blood was enough then there wouldn't be lore about vampires preying on humans."

Tries not to make you go out in the sun, but will make sure you're covered and protected like a mom getting their baby ready for a beach day

"Will sunblock even work on you?" "I'm fine with an umbrella and long sleeves." "Eh, we'll put it on anyway."

Just wants you at your best

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

He would be excited

Like, you should be concerned for his well being

Just has so many questions

"Do you turn into a bat?" "No."

"We don't turn into a pile of ash in the sun. We just get weaker and easier to kill. Some people do get severe burns though. It hurts like a bitch."

"If I were to eat garlic and then made out with you, would you just die straight up?" "Actually, the garlic thing is a common misconception created by Vampires to trick humans into eating it. Garlic acts as a blood thinner so it makes the blood go down smoothly."

Would blow his mind too

"Vampires actually created welcome mats as a loophole to being invited in" "You guys are geniuses!"

"So, are your fangs like straws or they just make holes?" "Straws? No, Binnie, our teeth are not hollow."

Would be concerned that you're not getting enough nutrients after you told him that you're a vegetarian and only feed on animal blood

One time he got a pint of his own blood, you're not even sure how, and called it a "Ca-me-sun" (like Caprisun)

You didn't drink it so he wouldn't get into the habit of feeding you with his own blood (what a waste)

Will go to a butcher for you and ask for animal blood for you, gotta make sure his baby eats

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

He would be terrified

Would be paranoid around you for the first few months of you two knowing each other

Convinced you're raising him for slaughter or something

Walked around with Holy Water, a cross, and a wooden stake as a precaution

He let his guard down when he saw you trying to do your hair one day

You can only do so much without a mirror

He realized that you couldn't see yourself in the mirror so he offered to do a cute hairstyle for you

You reminded him that it wouldn't matter because you couldn't see yourself anyway

💡

He did you hair and then sketched you afterwards so you could see it

"It's been so long since I've seen myself that i actually forgot what I looked like." "I can do more drawings for you if you like."

That's when you two clicked

You tried not to bug him with asking him to draw you

He doesn't mind though, he sees how happy seeing drawings of yourself made you. Happy after centuries of not know what you looked like

Would eventually have a sketchbook dedicated to you where he would also write little notes to you

And would have a few couple drawings

So that you can remember him centuries after he's gone

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Would think it's cool

Would binge every vampire movie he could get his hand on to "learn about your culture"

"Is leech a slur?" "No, Ji, leech is not a slur."

"Does this mean I'm into necrophilia?" "Wasn't cute when I heard it in the 1800s, not cute now." "But it's a serious question. I need to know these things about myself." "I'm not a fucking corpse, but I can lay there like one if you prefer."

Stops questioning it after that

"I wonder if I taste delicious." "If that's your weird way of asking me to suck your blood, you can drop it." "What if I told you it was a kink?" "W-what?"

Found a work around with hickies

*Sighs* "I'm not turning you." "We would be a power couple!"

"I can't tell if you're looking at me like that because you're horney or hungry." "Are those two not the same?" "Excuse me?"

He got you into anime

"How have you never watched anime? You were there for the birth of it." "Shut the fuck up."

When he's anxious, he'll come to you because your cold hand calm him down

Hell, he'll come to you when he's sick or hurt and use you like an ice pack

Bastard

Despite being alone for most of your life, you really feel it when he's away on tour

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

Would absolutely love it

10/10 would want to just remake Twilight

Especially the "I know what you are" scene

"How old are you?" "20." "How long have you been 20?" "A while."

Disappointed you don't sparkle in the sun

The man tends to wear crucifixes but would take them off for you so that you don't get injured when he cuddles you

Would aggressively slap his neck and scream "Come get y'all juice!" Just like the vine

It made you chuckle

Always tries to warm you up out of habit

"So you don't have any super powers at all?" "Felix, Twilight is nowhere near the realm of being factual"

Loves hearing old stories

You two play video games together often

Bought blackout curtains just for you so you can spend the night more often

Would slowly get sad over time because he realizes that you'll be alone again someday

Tries to convince you to turn him

You have to remind him that he's an idol and it would look suspicious if all his members got old and he didn't

Tries to convince you to turn the who group

You have to tell him that being a vampire is more of a curse than a blessing

Tries to make as many memories with you as possible so you can look back at them fondly.

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Would spend way too much time trying to kill you

Not because he thinks you're going to hunt him and go on a rampage

He just doesn't believe that vampires are real so he's just testing you

"Well, I mean, anyone would die from a wooden stake to the heart Y/N, you're not special."

Definitely invited you over to his dorm and purposely didn't invite you in to see if you would "commit to the bit"

You stayed outside for 5 whole hours

Just thought you were really stubborn

Until one day you were helping him cook and the knife slipped in a way that would have been a major injury on a mortal but was just a gaping, bloodless slice in your hand

"But I've seen you eat people food!" "I am a people!" "You know what I mean." "I can eat normal food, it just doesn't sustain me like blood does." "You don't have blood but you can still eat and digest food normally?" "I've learned not to question vampireism."

"Wait, so the other day when you gave me a hickey..." "I may have had a little taste. I couldn't help myself, you smell so good." "Just ask next time."

Is surprisingly chill with it

"Y/N, if you want to drink my blood, just ask. Stop staring at my neck vein." "Sorry. I only see it when you sing and it amazes me."

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

It'll take him a while to get used to it

"You're technically younger than me so I should speak casually. But you're also like 1,000 so I should speak formally." "Speak casually."

Will still speak formally in public out of habit, confusing onlookers because you look younger

Will ask if you know someone or if you lived experienced a certain event if you two are watching a documentary or something

You occasionally give him false information to fuck with him

What's he going to do, Google it?

"Just a little taste." "No." "What if you get a paper cut? Can I at least lick the blood?" "No!"

Refused to buy you blood because that's disgusting

"But Innie, the sun's out and I'm already weak from not feeding for 2 weeks!" "Y/N, I love you but I WILL throw up. Take my hoodie, I'll even give you money for it."

Ended up going to the butcher on his own after he watched you collapse in the sun

Threw up when he got home

Needless to say that you never asked him to get the blood again and always made sure that you had some at his dorm just in case

—

Buy me a coffee?

[itsmoonpeaches]

Title: Eye of the Hurricane

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

[NOTE: I had to create this gif as no existing gif that I wanted of this scene previously existed in the gifs search. This gif belongs to me.]

Word count: 1,004

Rating: G

Summary: Poseidon cannot change fate, but he can be there for Percy when he is needed the most. In the only way a god can.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Sally asked, her voice tremulous as the storm Poseidon had conjured outside upon his arrival. “I know you shouldn’t but maybe just to hear his voice.”

It was easy for a god to covet things, to wish for wants, and demand them to appear. It was easy too for a god to change perceptions of reality, if only to bend the rules for a moment. Poseidon tasted that potential for a sliver of time when he glanced back at the patterned pane that separated him from the young boy. He could see glimpses of Percy through that inch of glass. A boy with eyes like the sea, with blond windswept hair, and a mustard yellow sweater.

Thunder shuddered the walls of the diner, rumbling in those few seconds that brought the truth back into focus and reminded Poseidon who he was…a god who could do nothing. 

It was difficult for a god to be powerless.

Poseidon forced himself now to never glance in Sally Jackson’s direction—to never tempt himself with forming something permanent with the mortal he loved. 

“One day,” he said so only she could hear. “One day, when he’s ready. When he knows who he is and where he belongs. And fate has revealed to him his true path. On that day…I’ll be right by his side.”

The scent of smoke and burning chocolate syrup mixed with sundae ascended from the tall glass cup that divided them. He could still feel the tingle of desperation in his ichor, the call of a human to his domain.

He allowed himself one look. One last look at her before he left. Her eyes were closed, the single tear that had escaped her eye finished its journey down her cheek, and he imagined what it would have been like if he could hold their son between them instead of holding their distance.

When he left, he knew the rain had continued its deluge upon that little town in Upstate New York. He permitted it to happen. What else could he offer?

That autumn day, he stood on the beach at Montauk. Alone because the humans who went there thought the waters too cold apart from the summer season. The ocean lapped at his feet, the breeze a welcome comfort.

Montauk was not his most awe-inspiring work. The waves were turbulent, the climate too unforgiving to warrant many seasonal visitors. Not like plenty of his other haunts where the sands were powder and the ocean a clear sapphire when much of the world froze. But Montauk was an aspect of him. Of rocks, surf, and pebbles hidden in shores. Of sharp sea glass, short cliffs, and gray waters.

Montauk was Sally. Montauk was Percy.

Poseidon stepped into the tides. He descended as easily as he always had. A current roared overhead, so strong that it could drag any careless swimmer under in a matter of seconds.

“Lord Poseidon?” chirped a hammerhead shark in his mind. “Lord Delphin wishes to meet with you about the upcoming dolphin migration from the Carolinas. The riptides might deter them from moving any faster.”

His eyes snapped to the shark. The creature stiffened with fear.

“Riptide,” Poseidon said. He looked above him once more at the same current that had pushed him below.

“Ye–yes,” stammered the shark. “That is indeed part of the problem.”

“Or it is part of the solution.”

The water bubbled and Poseidon disappeared. He called upon a force of old, a force he had not called upon for thousands of years since the time of Heracles. That familiar thing tugged at his core and in the palm of his hand, burning and thriving.

And so, when he reappeared, he was on the shore of Long Island Sound. Night engulfed him. Apollo completed his duty. There was silence on the beach.

He walked through the forest and past curious wood nymphs who melted out of trees. He felt their eyes. He felt their words. He let them pass.

Upon the hill, he saw the Big House, its glass shimmering with starlight. A shadow shifted on the porch.

“Chiron,” he remarked as he approached.

The centaur looked startled. Chiron unfolded himself from his resting position on the deck, a mortal book about architecture in his hand.  “Lord Poseidon!” he exclaimed. “It is a surprise to see you here.”

Poseidon hummed. He lifted his hand, the object he had willed into existence thrummed on his skin. "I have a task for you."

“You have laid a shroud of Mist over it, I see," Chiron observed. 

Poseidon nodded. “The world outside is dangerous. Humans do not understand our world. I do not expect them to.”

"It is a curious choice to disguise a weapon as a pen."

“A gift,” Poseidon corrected. “One day, there is sure to be someone who needs it more than I.

“The story of this blade is a tragic one, but it does not have to be. You must keep it in your possession. Do not let anyone who is not worthy take it. Do not let anyone know you have it.”

“How will I know who is to own it?” Chiron asked.

“You will know.”

Chiron studied him, and Poseidon felt like a demigod would if they were one of the centaur's pupils.

“The blade is called Anaklusmos," explained Poseidon. "Riptide.”

The name rolled off his tongue, and like a whirlpool forming in the deep, clashed against the currents that had prevented him from remembering it. A reminder that even the powerful were not invincible.

“The master of that blade will drown their enemies in the depths of the raging sea. It will protect them.” He glanced away. “I will protect them.”

Chrion took Anaklusmos from his hand.

Poseidon knew this desire of his was a fool’s quest for the impossible. But though a god could not change fate or ancient laws, he could try.

Poseidon was the sea. His son was born from defiance.

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[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Deja Vu ~ Russell Adler x Female Reader

{Author's Note} This was inspired by @alypink's recent Adler render where he's leaning against a muscle car AND HOO BOY that put tons of thoughts in my head about a younger Adler before he heads off to Vietnam. Reader in this story dated him before he went off to war and they got together again after the events of the Cold War game. I probably got some timeline stuff wrong but I did my research and tried to keep it consistent lol. A horrendous sinus infection has given me a short break from school as I start some medications to clear it up so that means more time for writing! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this! I've got plenty of ideas for a younger Adler x reader series so expect more in the future! And let me know if you'd like to be removed or added to the tag list🫶🏻 I don't know if I managed to include everyone that I wanted to so please let me know! AND YES I'm using a Robert Redford gif because they're basically the same person in my eyes LOL {Tag List} @littlemissclandestine @alypink @mctvsh @adlerboi @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ghostlythots @glitterypirateduck

Russell Adler x Female Reader

❌Content Warning: none❌

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1965

“When are you leaving again?” 

Adler sends you a glance through dark shades as you pass him a bucket full of water. He takes it easily, hefting it with little issue while you had struggled to lift it only moments ago. 

“In a month,” he responds and splashes the bucket’s contents across the windshield of his car. “Higher ups are gettin’ worried about the increased communist presence in Vietnam so they’re sending in some troops. I’ll be going on behalf of the CIA to do some recon and see if we can figure out what’s happening over there.”

You knew that already. He’d told you half a dozen times before but he answered you anyway. He knew how worried you were about the threat of impending war, especially when he was being sent into the midst of it with little choice to refuse. 

All you can manage is a nod as you focus on sponging down the window opposite him. He notices your silence and rounds the car, drying his palms on his already damp tank top. 

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs softly as he grasps your chin and guides your face to look at him. You blink back tears and he wipes away the few that manage to escape with gentle thumbs. 

“Just gotta make sure the Soviets aren’t meddling in things,” he continues. “It shouldn’t take long.”

You nod as he caresses the curves of your cheeks. “I just want you to be careful.” 

And come back alive, you think to yourself. Come back to me. 

He leans to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I will. Promise.”

His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, one that makes you smile and clears the mist from your eyes. 

“Now, help me finish cleaning this thing before Sims gets here. He needs to see this baby in all her glory.”

You laugh, feeling your heart lighten as Russ turns up the radio. He bobs his head to The Beach Boys song flowing through the speakers and you promise yourself to commit this moment to memory. The glint of his shades in the sunlight, the shimmer of golden hair as he pushes it off his forehead, the movement of his arms and back as he leans over the hood of his car. The image is imprinted in your mind’s eye for years to come.

~ ~ ~

1982

Adler has changed, though your memories of him have not. He’s still stubborn as a mule with an envy-inducing sense of style and a love for muscle cars. He’s older now, quieter and less open, scarred both physically and mentally after his time in Vietnam. His most recent escapade involved a former Soviet agent who he refuses to talk about so you don’t push the topic. You’re just happy he’s come back to you.

“You gonna keep staring or help me clean this thing?” Russ says with a slight smile. His shades reflect the sun the same way they did all those years ago and you hurry to his side, upping the radio’s volume on the way.

Russ likes to talk about cars and so you let him, enjoying the sound of his voice as he guides you through the inner workings of the machinery before you. He's gentle and careful with his movements, and you notice the serenity in his features. It was one of the few times he was able to relax, a brief moment where he didn't carry the world on his shoulders. You know he's not perfect, far from it, but he deserves this temporary peace and you're thankful that you're present to enjoy it with him.

“Do you know that I love you?” you ask suddenly. The comment makes Russ pause in his work, gaze lifting to yours as he straightens.

"That so?"

You giggle. "You're supposed to say it back, you know," you tease, fully aware of his tendency to play coy with this sort of thing.

He brushes stray strands of hair from your face, the pads of his fingers delicately tracing your features. He was hesitant to touch you these days, fearing you'd be disgusted by his calloused hands, but you made it a point to remind him that such things were a sign that he had survived and kept his promise to you, even if it had taken longer than either of you had anticipated.

"I love you, too," he murmurs, his voice a low whisper, as if he were afraid to release the phrase into the world where it could be taken from him.

You grin and lean to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, hearing his contented sigh as his arms settle around your waist. You promise to commit this moment to memory, just as you had countless times before, adding it to the complicated collection of images and sensations that made up Russell Adler.

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FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SAY "I LOVE YOU" FOR THE FIRST TIME

the gifs are mine!

PIN

It was after a few months of dating. Pin had invited you to come along on a riding trip to pass time, you had ridden for two hours and stopped by the beach to look at the sunset, cuddling on a blanket and sharing occasional kisses and nuzzles. You laughed at Pin’s jokes and Pin fell silent for a moment. He admired your smile, listened to your laugh - God, if he had a choice at that moment, he would relish in it forever. Then, he said it, louder than he had intended. “I love you.”

Your smile immediately disappeared as you snapped your gaze to Pin, and for a moment he was wondering if he said it too soon, if it would make it awkward. If you would pull away and tell him that you should probably go. But then you broke into a smile too, took a hold of his hand and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. And you whispered against his lips, “I love you too.”

KAZ

Ok a bit longer because he refuses to say it for a long time. You know he loves you but he hasn’t said it. 

You’d been together in a way since you were teenagers, but it took years of him even saying it aloud he thinks of you two being a couple/dating, so the first time he says “I love you”? The boi had barely told you he cares about you in a romantic sense.

It happened quite spontaneously, you had had a fight over you risking your life during a heist, Kaz paced back and forth his office, telling you how reckless you were, how you could have died, how stupid you were when you went solo.

You clenched your fists, taking a step towards Kaz, making him stop pacing. “You never believe in anyone’s else’s judgment but yours, you get mad even if me going solo was a success - which it was! It comes off as entitled and infuriating, and quite frankly, sometimes I wonder if you really love me or if-”

“I do!” he let out, and the second he said it, all color left his face and he staggered back, leaving you stunned, staring at him.

You had definitely not expected that. Kaz Brekker confessing his feelings for you like that.

You both were silent for a moment, before Kaz could even out his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I do love you,” he repeated, this time quietly. “And that’s exactly why I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, before you took a tiny step forward, lightly grazing the sleeves of his shirt with a small smile. “You won’t lose me.”

TOM

You had helped him escape after he committed the murders at the farm - you had always liked him and even though this “new” Tom scared you to some extent, you still wanted to help him, hiding him away just in case. But after his mum had been sentenced to prison, you were able to live more freely and not hide him every single time you heard sirens approaching.

It took some time, maybe a year. Your relationship had deepened during that time, and you lived together, his name was on the door too. He had moved from your couch to your bed, and you often fell asleep cuddling or after a make out session.

One such night was when it happened. You were making out in your bed, him hovering on top of you.

“I love you,” he suddenly muttered against your lips, and then continued kissing. Your heart had melted on that moment and you returned the sentiment in between kisses.

JASON

Your relationship was basing itself on raw passion and not really real love for a long time. You shared a room and offered each other pleasure whenever either of you needed it, but you were also free to do it with other people. But as time went by, it started shifting into something deeper - something neither of you had really expected. The mornings had begun to start with cuddles rather than just waking up and getting up. He started spending Crowley’s parties near you rather than go dance with other people and snog with them. He started to be visibly jealous if someone was checking you out or flirting with you.

So one night when you were about to go to sleep, changing to your nightwear, you asked him. “Why have you acted so weird lately?”

Jason paused while unbuttoning his shirt, looking over at you with a frown. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been… different. I don’t know, it's just… our arrangement feels different.”

Jason was quiet for a moment, and then he sighed.

“I’ve been feeling different,” he mumbled, finally taking off his shirt.

“Different how?”

Jason looked at you, clearly contemplating if he should tell you. But then he said it. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. It isn’t part of our arrangement, but it happened.”

You stared at him for a moment, but then your lips turned into a smirk. “Oh, really? Come here, then. Show me how much you love me.”

It took him a few moments to register what you said, but the next moment, he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately as he slowly undid the buttons of your night shirt, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, pressing more kisses there. You moaned softly as he ran his hands over your body, your fingers tangling into his hair.

After a moment you pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes and caressed his cheek. “Just for the record… I love you too.”

ELLIS

He’s a romantic. He hadn’t even told you about his feelings before he had already been completely and utterly in love with you. So when you agreed to date him, he wanted to sing his heart out to you immediately but instead, he held his deepest feelings inside him for quite a bit.

It really wasn’t before you almost died because of the Catherine-turned-demon. He ran in to hold you, almost crying from joy after you assured him you’re alright and then, he held your face between his hands and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like never before. After the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled after hearing it, caressing his sides. “I love you too.”

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[saturnskyline]

not sure if this has been done before... but seeing as the brainrot never ceases, i'm making a list of the similarities i've noticed between win and payu 🙃 if you can think of others lmk bc i'm honestly having a blast here hehe

(alas i do not know how to make gifs, so enjoy some silly screenshots instead!)

1. updo good

(say what you want but they pull it off idk)

2. hair down even better <3

(just my opinion but i am right. also look how soft they are 🥺)

3. whatever this is

(not the best screenshots but you see the vision right. they r scheming)

4. that lil strand of hair

(the definition of true mental instability)

5. the turned-on face :]

(important: both after being slightly manhandled 🥰)

6. encourage bf in school

(tbh payu did not do this a lot onscreen but still lol)

7. ride in the rain to help bf :(

(oddly specific angst genre but good for them i guess)

8. unfortunate singing hours

(worst thing here is the drastically different vibes ngl 😭)

9. beach fit immaculate

(and the matching adoration in their eyes.. sob)

10. carry bf at the beach

(they would die if they didn't do this btw)

anyway that's all i've got for now :D stay tuned for more Bisexual Biker Boy™ nonsense, probably

[fanficwriters-posts]

Ahhh, I'm so excited you take requests :D

Anywho, I'd love to see a oneshot/some headcanons (whichever you are more comfortable with) of a beach day w/hiro if possible :3

Of course i can! 🤗

Beach day w/Hiro

Gif not mine

This is if it's his first time at the beach. Idk if he likes the beach because i haven't been watching the series for so long 😔

Let's just say that it was somewhat a blast.

Hiro is not a fan of going outside, especially during a very hot day in the summer.

Honey Lemon or Fred would be the first to suggest everyone into going to the Beach.

Of course, Hiro would say no. But not to you obviously.

You wanted to spend time with everyone at the Beach and Cass will definitely be invited if it weren't for her working at the Lucky Cat Cafe all day.

Hiro wanted to spend time with everyone, too. Especially you.

If he wanted a study date, it'd be you and him in his room or at the library in the campus.

It'll take a bunch of convincing for you to ask him to agree to the fun Beach day and it works.

Since he hasn't been outside in a while, his swimming trunks is too small to fit so you guys went out shopping for swimming suits and stuff.

Honey Lemon and Gogo are on food.

Wasabi on... Literally anything that protects you from getting a sunburn or from drowning.

While you, Hiro and Fred went into Sports store to buy swimming equipments.

Just in case if there are any danger, Hiro already prepared their underwater supersuits.

Hiro will definitely wear something red or purple to go with his tanktop or white t-shirt.

You even bought Baymax a red one.

And you'd find something to match with him because you guys like to match things.

Fred will probably buy a monster themed swimming tube... Or two.

Once everyone are done shopping, It's time to head to the Beach!

When i tell you Hiro flinched when he set his bare foot on the hot sand, he did.

He jumped right into you with his foot up. It takes a couple of minutes before he gets used to the hot sand.

Honey Lemon will definitely carry a camera around to capture any wholesome or memorable moments of all of you together.

Wasabi will be the first to put on sunscreen and prepare the layouts for the best beach day.

Fred will have his butler put his sunscreen on for him with the monster themed swimming tube on him already.

Gogo will either lay back on the beach chair under the umbrella or go out swimming with the rest of the group.

Honey Lemon and you will be ready for an underwater adventure or collect seashells together.

Hiro will sometimes be mischievous and would scare you while you're underwater. But he made a laugh out of it.

Sometimes, you find Fred swimming gracefully in the background and wonder if he ever take swimming lessons or not.

You guys would play Chicken fight together. You on Gogo, Hiro on Fred.

You guys would playfully splash each other or throw each other into the water for fun. Don't worry, no one got hurt.

When it's food time, Wasabi and Gogo are behind the griller, making hotdogs and burgers. Honey Lemon will bring the cooler full of beverages and soda from the car.

All seven of you settle down and eat before it was time to hit the water again and have fun.

But, it wasn't all fun for Hiro after a while.

He worries that a villain might strike at any moment since it's a warm, sunny day and everyone has their guards down.

You'd most likely be the first to notice and reassure him.

You laugh wholeheartedly as Fred tackle Wasabi into the water and they both swim together. You're holding a drink in your hands and just finished eating your hotdog. You watch as everyone have fun but a certain raven haired boy did not. You turn to your left and saw that Hiro was in deep thoughts while he gaze into the warm sand. You stand up from the beach chair and approach him. "Hey, you alright, Hiro?" You ask him softly. He perks up at the sound of your voice and look up to you, his eyes squinting to block the sun. "Yeah. It's just... I don't know. I'm worried i guess." He replied reluctantly as you sit down beside him on the sand. "Why? Is something wrong?" You ask again, setting down your soda/juice on the sand. Hiro watches you sit down before he look down to his feet. "We're out here having fun. Don't get me wrong, i love that we are having a blast. But isn't it just weird that no one has attacked, yet?" He tells you. You could only smile warmly and place your hand on his shoulder. "It's summer and a very hot day, too. I doubt that any villain would attack in broad daylight under a hot sunny day like this. Noodle burger boy would probably overheat, Globby would probably melt, and High Voltage would be super tired dancing under the sun all day. The rest? They're too pro to attack in the daylight. So, you don't have to worry." You chuckled as you spoke to him. He chuckle in amusement and nod his head in agreement to your statement. "You're right. I guess i shouldn't worry too much. Thanks, (Name)." He says, grinning from ear to ear. "You're welcome, Hiro." You say.

After that, you guys join the other to swim while Baymax had to stay back to watch your stuff.

The sun was almost setting and the sky is almost orange.

You and Honey Lemon grab your buckets and little shovels to find any seashells you can find before you guys leave.

When Hiro watch you and Honey Lemon find seashells, he couldn't help but admire your beauty.

The way the crashing waves and wind make your slightly damp hair sway, your calm and soft expression while you dig a seashell out of the sand, and the way the sun compliments your complexion and your figure. It almost as if you're giving out this warm aura.

He'll definitely take you on Beach dates from now on. Just not everyday, once a month or once in two weeks.

In order to capture this moment, he grab Honey Lemon's camera and took a picture of you from where he sit.

After everyone are pleased with their quality time with each other, they call it a day and pack everything up before driving back to their homes in Wasabi's car.

He'll demand everyone to clean their sandy feet before going in though. He doesn't want any to get into his car.

Hiro, Baymax and you are dropped off at the Lucky Cat Cafe and you three went inside, clearly exhausted.

Aunt Cass must've slept early since she didn't appear to greet but at least she made dinner for you guys.

The three of you went into Hiro's room and put Baymax in his charging station. The two of you, exhausted and sorta tanned from the sun.

Thankfully, you guys already took a shower and changed in the communal shower at the Beach.

Girls first and then the boys, of course.

Once your bodies lay on Hiro's bed, you two went straight to sleep while Honey Lemon sends you two copies of the photos you guys have taken together.

Let's just say that, Hiro really enjoys his first time at the Beach with his group of friends.

[failureface]

thoughts on "Welcome Home, Franklin"

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

Okay, this special was really great.

I love Franklin. He's a sweet boy who never had a unkind thing to say about Charlie Brown- he was the straight man to the wacky antics of the Peanuts gang. But I never got the feeling he was more than that in the strips. This special serves as the backstory and character that Franklin didn't originally get, but sorely needed.

And this special beautifully and gracefully rights some of the wrongs that past Peanuts media made.

I was surprised this film even went there in terms of discussing racism a little. Peanuts is an IP that you expect people to be overly-protective of. 'No, the scene in "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" isn't racist- and it's NOT weird that all the kids are white' is more of what I expected to hear from this. But refreshingly, this special addresses it. Like, YEAH, there IS a lack of diversity! It feels so much better for that stuff to be acknowledged rather than swept under the rug.

I love the fact that Franklin is unsure of himself and his ability to make friends. This makes him super relatable and sympathetic, and also makes a clear connection to why he gravitates towards Charlie Brown. The two of them bond over their shared feeling of being "the Underdog", and not knowing how to make friends or navigate social landscapes. Franklin also opens up Charlie Brown to new experiences and knowledge, telling him about discrimination and introducing him to music he hasn't heard before. Not only that, but Franklin encourages Charlie Brown to be less anxious and push himself further. And Charlie Brown is a much needed friend and sympathetic ear for Franklin. They have each other's back and their bond is undeniable.

That's what this special is truly trying to get at. That friends of different backgrounds and experiences from us can help us to learn and grow as people. I think that's a really wonderful message and one that we all need at any age, and one that we especially need now.

Overall, this special really blew it out of the water, and I gave it five stars.

Special shoutout if you were able to make it to the premiere stream in the Peanuts discord, that made it twice as fun to watch!

Some miscellaneous thoughts under the cut

Franklin's music taste is so elite

The music picks in this movie are honestly fantastic. The soundtrack really elevates the experience and every song is awesome

THE BEACH SCENE! It's so rewarding as a fan to see moments that are plucked straight from the strip. It feels like the people making them really know Peanuts

All the little tiny schrucy crumbs- I eat it up. I know screenshots and gifs will be made and posted and I will be reblogging them.

Lucy and Franklin's beef- I wasn't expecting it but it's so funny and adds some really great dynamics into the fold

Since this is about the friendship between Charlie Brown and Franklin specifically, minor inaccuracies Franklin actually being on Peppermint Patty's baseball team in the strip are forgiven. Some fans more scrupulous than I would probably have an issue with this, but I'm not one of those fans. This isn't 100% faithful to Peanuts Lore but I don't mind.

I LOVED the scene where Charlie Brown wants to pull the breaks and Franklin wants to keep going. It shows so much without saying anything, and it gives way for great conflict that makes sense and comes from real places within the characters

And I love how Franklin is allowed to be mad, and he and Charlie Brown fight. We're not afraid to rock the boat anymore, and it makes Franklin feel so much more human

Just the right amount of Snoopy scenes, this one reached the perfect balance of Snoopy and Story

Everything is just so overwhelmingly cute here I had to restrain myself from writing "cute" or any of its synonyms in my review

"We saved you a seat!" <3333