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The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach as Tate and Y/N lounged on the warm sand in Hawaii. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was calming, and the scent of saltwater filled the air. In the distance, surfers carved through the waves, trying their best to ride them out. Tate watched them with mild interest, but Y/N had other thoughts.
"They're really bad at this," Y/N commented, her eyes narrowing as she observed the surfers struggling to stay upright on their boards.
Tate glanced at Y/N, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, they're trying. It's not easy, you know."
Y/N shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "I know it's not easy, but they're wiping out left and right. I mean, look at that guy—he's spent more time underwater than on his board."
Tate couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's blunt critique, though she still felt the need to defend the surfers. "Maybe it's just a tough day out there. The waves look pretty strong."
"They suck," Y/N declared, crossing her arms as she continued to watch the scene unfold.
Tate rolled her eyes playfully and turned to Y/N with a smirk. "Alright, Miss Expert. If you think it's so easy, why don't you go out there and show them how it's done?"
Y/N met Tate's gaze, the challenge in Tate's eyes fueling her competitive spirit. "Fine. I will."
Tate's smirk immediately faded, replaced with a look of concern. "Wait, what? No, I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, suddenly realizing she might have pushed too far. "I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. Seriously, those waves are intense."
But Y/N was already standing up, dusting the sand off her legs with a determined look on her face. "I'm doing it, Tate."
Tate's worry grew as she watched Y/N walk toward the shore. "Y/N, seriously, don't. It's not worth it," she called after her, but Y/N didn't look back.
Tate's heart pounded as she watched Y/N grab a surfboard from a nearby rental stand and wade into the water. She chewed her bottom lip anxiously, her mind racing with thoughts of Y/N getting hurt or worse. "Why does she have to be so damn stubborn?" Tate muttered to herself, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she paddled out into the ocean.
But as soon as Y/N reached the lineup and caught her first wave, Tate's jaw dropped. Y/N stood up on the board with ease, her body moving with fluid grace as she expertly navigated the wave. She carved through the water like she was born to do it, her movements confident and controlled. Y/N wasn't just good—she was amazing.
The other surfers and beachgoers began to take notice too. Heads turned, and soon a small crowd had gathered to watch Y/N as she effortlessly rode wave after wave. Tate stood up from her spot on the sand, her initial worry dissolving into a mix of awe and pride.
"That's my girl!" Tate shouted to no one in particular, unable to contain her excitement. She watched as Y/N took on another wave, this one even bigger than the last, and executed a perfect turn that had the entire beach erupting in applause.
After a few more impressive rides, Y/N finally paddled back to shore, a satisfied grin on her face. She jogged up to where Tate was waiting, dripping wet but clearly thrilled by the experience.
Tate didn't waste a second before pulling Y/N into a tight hug, not caring that she was getting soaked. "You're insane, you know that?" Tate murmured into Y/N's ear, holding her close. "Why didn't you ever tell me you could surf like that?"
Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her arms around Tate. "You never asked."
Tate pulled back just enough to look Y/N in the eyes, her expression a mix of relief and admiration. "Don't ever do that again, okay? You scared the hell out of me."
Y/N's smile softened, and she leaned in to kiss Tate's cheek. "I promise I'll give you a heads-up next time. But admit it, you liked watching me out there."
Tate rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a grin. "Maybe a little. But seriously, don't make a habit of scaring me like that. I can't handle it."
Y/N chuckled, playfully ruffling Tate's hair. "I'll try to keep the surprises to a minimum, then."
As they walked back toward their beach towels, hand in hand, Tate couldn't help but steal another glance at Y/N, feeling a deep sense of pride and love swell in her chest. She had known Y/N was special from the moment they met, but seeing her out there, fearless and in her element, had only deepened her admiration.
Y/N was full of surprises, and Tate was more than happy to keep discovering them—just as long as it didn't give her a heart attack in the process.
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GUYS I AM ACTUALLY ALREADY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS, REQUESTS?
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