#Y’all really like to talk just to talk.

[prettymfwrites]

Hickey Prank💋

Paige Bueckers x Female Reader

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The camera light flickered on, and you adjusted your position on the couch to ensure the perfect angle. “Alright, y’all,” you began, your voice low but brimming with excitement. “Welcome back to the channel! You already know it’s about to go down. Paige is at practice right now, and I’ve got the best prank lined up. Y’all, I’m giving myself a fake hickey.”

You held up the makeup palette, smirking. “She’s been talking about how people in the comments call her overprotective. So, let’s see just how protective my girl really is.”

Carefully, you applied a mix of purple and reddish-brown tones to your neck, blending until the mark looked disturbingly realistic. Stepping back from the mirror, you admired your work. “Not gonna lie, I might’ve missed my calling as a makeup artist.” You leaned into the camera for a close-up.

“What do we think? Looks legit, right?”

After setting up the camera in its usual spot, you grabbed a blanket and settled on the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone like it was just another normal day. The anticipation made your heart race. Paige would be home any minute, and you knew her well enough to expect fireworks.

The front door creaked open, and you heard Paige’s keys drop into the bowl by the door. “Bae?” her voice echoed from the hallway.

“In the living room!” you called, keeping your tone casual, though your nerves buzzed.

She appeared moments later, her blonde hair slightly damp from her post-practice shower, wearing a pair of loose sweats and her favorite hoodie. Paige had that post-practice glow about her, and despite the prank, you couldn’t help but admire her for a second.

Her warm smile faltered as her eyes locked onto your neck. She froze mid-step, her brows furrowing. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” you replied nonchalantly, not looking up from your phone.

She dropped her gym bag by the couch and stood in front of you, her head tilted as her eyes narrowed. “Don’t ‘what’s what’ me, mama. What’s on your neck?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a grin. “Oh, this?” You pointed to the spot as if you had just remembered it. “It’s nothing. Probably just a bruise.”

“Bruise?” Paige echoed, her voice carrying an edge now. She crouched down so she was eye-level with you, her expression unreadable. “Y/N, look at me.”

You hesitated for a moment, playing it up before finally meeting her gaze. Her hand came up to gently tilt your chin. Her thumb hovered near the mark, her jaw tightening.

“Baby, where did you get this?” she asked quietly, her tone even but laced with an unmistakable tension.

“I told you—it’s nothing,” you said, shrugging, though your heart pounded.

She let out a humorless chuckle and stood up, pacing in front of the couch. “You’re really gonna sit there and lie to my face? After everything?”

“Paige, it’s not that serious—”

“Not that serious?” Paige cut you off, spinning around to face you. Her eyes burned with a mix of frustration and hurt. “You’ve got a hickey on your neck, and I’m just supposed to sit here and think, ‘Oh, that’s no big deal’? You’re killing me, baby. ”

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, determined to keep a straight face. “Paige, you’re overreacting. It’s nothing.”

She scoffed, running a hand through her damp hair. “Overreacting? Alright, then explain it to me. Who put it there?” She was leaning against the arm of the couch now, arms crossed, her usually soft demeanor replaced with a hardened edge.

“Why does it matter?” you shot back, testing the waters. You needed to push just far enough to sell it without Paige getting too upset. But the flicker of pain in her eyes almost made you fold. Almost.

Paige let out a shaky breath and moved back in front of you, crouching again. “Baby,” she said softly, though her voice was strained, “don’t play with me right now. Tell me who touched you.”

You held her gaze, pretending to hesitate. “I—I don’t know. It was just—”

“You don’t know?” Paige’s voice cracked slightly as she pulled back, standing to pace again. “You don’t know? Y/N, come on. Don’t do this to me.”

“Paige—”

“No,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “I need to think.” She paced the length of the room, running her hands through her hair, muttering to herself. “Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe it’s not what I think. Maybe—”

You had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing. You weren’t expecting her to spiral like this. Finally, you decided it was time to end her torment before it went too far.

“Paige, baby,” you said, standing up and reaching for her hand.

She flinched slightly at your touch, her eyes searching yours for answers. “What?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost resigned.

“It’s a prank,” you blurted out, unable to keep a straight face anymore. “It’s makeup, baby.”

Her brows furrowed as she processed your words. “What?”

“It’s fake,” you said, grabbing a makeup wipe from the coffee table. You handed it to her. “Here, see for yourself.”

Paige snatched the wipe, her expression still skeptical. She tilted your chin again, her touch more hesitant this time, and began rubbing at the mark. When the makeup smeared onto the wipe, her hand stilled, and she let out a deep, shaky exhale.

“You’re kidding me,” she muttered, shaking her head as she tossed the wipe onto the table. She stepped back, her hands on her hips, her head tilted up toward the ceiling as she let out a long sigh.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” you said, trying to stifle your giggles.

Paige turned to you, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. “You’re so lucky I didn’t lose my mind for real. Do you know what was going through my head, ma? I thought we were done—like, over.”

“I didn’t mean to stress you out that bad,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist. “It was just a prank.”

She let herself relax into your embrace, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got no idea how close you were to being in trouble for real.”

You grinned against her hoodie. “So…you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” she said, pulling back to look at you with a playful glare. “But I’m also impressed. That was pretty good.”

“Thank you,” you said, laughing.

“But don’t get too comfortable,” she added, her lips curving into a smirk. “You just started something, mama. This is war now.”

You groaned, laughing as she grabbed the camera. “Alright, y’all,” Paige said, pointing to the lens. “Y/N thinks she’s funny, but don’t worry—Team Paige, I’ve got something for her. Stay tuned.”

You reached for the camera, laughing. “No, no, no. Y’all, don’t encourage her!”

Paige kissed your cheek before ending the recording, her eyes still glinting with mischief. “You better sleep with one eye open tonight, baby.”

And just like that, the prank wars were officially on.

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Take a Shot

shy!eddie x fem!reader

You work at the bar Eddie frequents all of your flirting always seems to go right over his head until one night, you're honest with him.

cw: hurt/comfort, mention of alcohol

The bar is hazy when Eddie and Robin enter it, a loud country song playing through the speakers. This isn’t either of their scene, but it’s right across the street from their apartment and tonight they could use a drink. But the real reason why Eddie wanted to be there is behind the bar, taking orders. Your bright smile shines from where he’s standing and he’s immediately hypnotized by you. 

He doesn’t even like this place or its vibe, but you’re there so he’s going to suck it up. He’s been coming in every night for almost a month and has yet to make a move on you like he so badly wants to. He doesn’t know why you’re so intimidating, but you are. You’re just so pretty and those low cut tops you wear make his brain short circuit. 

He’s actually going to ask you out tonight. That’s the whole reason why he brought Robin. He wanted Steve, but he’s sick so this will just have to do, he supposes. He’s seen you make small talk with Robin on more than one occasion so he’s hoping that this will work in his favor. He had Robin pull some tarot cards before the two of them left just to be sure. 

“She’s going to say ‘yes’,” Robin tells him while giving his arm a nudge, pulling him out of his daze. He shakes his head and turns to her, not quite believing her hopeful smile. “I hope this makes you feel better coming from me since I play for an entirely different team, but you’re hot, okay?” 

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek that she’s immediately disgusted by.

“Good, because that actually made me feel a little sick so I will definitely never be saying that again.” She wipes her cheek on her shoulder before leading Eddie to the bar. They take seats on the stools and as soon as you come over to greet them, he freezes. 

He’s never felt this way before and he’s honestly unsure why this is happening. Why he completely shuts down when you’re around. He can usually at least somewhat flirt with a woman, but with you, none of his sentences make sense and he ends up just floundering. That’s really the reason why he brought Robin along. He can’t even fucking order a drink when he looks into your pretty eyes. 

“Hey handsome,” you wink at him and he still just stares at you, wondering how you always somehow look so beautiful in the weird bar lighting. “Jack and Coke?” You ask and all he can do is nod. You then turn to Robin who gives you a knowing look, the two of you able to communicate with just a look.

“And a Texas margarita for ya Rob?” 

“Yes ma’am,” she nods. 

You head to the other side of the bar to make their drinks and Eddie watches as if you’ve hypnotized him somehow. Robin looks at you then at him before shaking her head. He’s a lost cause at this point and she had no fucking clue how he’s going to ask you out when it seems like all of the words in the English language seem to float out of his brain when he’s around you. 

She’s considering ordering a round of shots to give him some liquid courage because he clearly needs it. She’s honestly very close to just hiding out in the bathroom so he’ll have no choice but talk to you because Robin cannot take one more night of your very obvious flirting going over the man’s head. The whole thing is just painful to watch. 

“One Jack and Coke,” you set the drink in front of Eddie. “And a Texas margarita.” The other drink is set in front of Robin and you stand there, hoping, waiting for something but Eddie’s not sure what. He just sips on his drink, the most oblivious man in the world. 

“Y’all keeping that tab open?” 

The awkward tension is palpable and you’re wondering if you maybe read it wrong and Eddie actually hates you despite what Robin told you. He never talks to you and when he does, it’s one word responses which just seems like he just doesn’t want to talk to you. 

It’s a shame, really, because you think he’s cute and when you see him interact with Robin or Steve, he’s all jokes and laughs. Part of you wants to just come out and ask him, but you’re not even sure if he’ll give you a straight answer. It seems like he wants nothing to do with you and if so, that’s perfectly fine with you.

“Yep,” Robin nods, taking a sip of her drink before hopping off the stool. “Well, I’m gonna go to the restroom. Y’all feel free to talk amongst yourselves.” She winks at you before heading down the hallway where the bathrooms are located. 

You almost want to call after her, but she’s gone before you can, leaving you alone with Eddie who seems very interested in fiddling with the straw wrapper that was left on the bar. You’re glad that you’re not stupid enough to actually believe her since Robin will stop at nothing to try to set you up with Eddie. This all just a scheme to get the two of you alone, well, as alone as you can be when you’re in a bar where other customers are present. 

The awkward tension is palpable without Robin’s presence and you’re scrambling trying to find something, anything to say that would interest him. Not that he’ll respond because he never does no matter what he says. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, and check on your other customers, he actually speaks up. 

“You don’t have to do this anymore,” he says, almost like he’s unimpressed and now you’re worried that you blew it, that all of these weeks of flirting will have all been for nothing. 

“Do what?” You ask even though there’s only one thing that he could be talking about. You just want to hear him say it. The verbal confirmation that he’s not interested so you can move on. 

“This,” he motions between the two of you, referring to you then him, trying to show that he’s talking about the two of you. “You don’t have to keep flirting with me just to appease Robin.” 

Now you’re really confused. You don’t know what he’s talking about. You were never flirting with him to appease Robin. Sure, she’s been trying to set the two of you up, but you’d never flirt with someone else just to make your friend happy. That’s just a waste of everyone’s time. 

You let out a laugh, one that’s probably a little too loud and now Eddie’s cheeks have gone pink. You’re laughing and he’s even more embarrassed than he was before. He’s getting up to leave but you stop him before he can get too far, reaching across the bar to grab hold of his wrist. 

His eyes widen at your touch and you quickly let go, worried that you’ve crossed a boundary. Before he can leave, though, you’re quick to grab a napkin and a marker, scribbling down your number before handing it to him, watching his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the thing.

“I like you, okay? You’re sweet and smart and very easy on the eyes. Look, I know you’re a man of few words, but you should call me sometime. I’d love to know your thoughts on Lord of the Rings. I’ll be home by one so I’m expecting a call from you,” you wink then turn on your heel, heading to the other side of the bar to tend to the other customers. 

Eddie stares at you for a split second then pays his tab before hurrying home so he can thoroughly plan out what he’s going to say when he calls you. He’s pretty sure that not seeing you will make him significantly less nervous. As soon as he gets to his room, he writes a script for himself so he won’t sound like an idiot.

When you get home that morning, sure enough, there’s a message on your answering machine, Eddie rambling on about how he’s read all the books and seen the movies more times than he can count. He then goes on to tell you the changes that were made in the movie that he liked and what he didn’t. The message has to be at least ten minutes long, but you listen to it three times as you snuggle up in your bed, preparing to give Eddie a call which will definitely only be the first of many.

[wordsmeetwbb]

One shot/drabble of p being obsessed with azzi's body (is p a boob or ass girl..)

Inspired by this post of p just straight up looking 😩

https://www.tumblr.com/paigebucketss/773164320108445696/lmaooo-paige-been-on-that?source=share

Stare

Word count: 770

Content: Fluff, kind of suggestive

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: Just a short little something for y'all today :)

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Paige couldn’t stop staring at Azzi’s ass, and everyone except for the woman in question had noticed. KK had already hit Paige twice when she saw her eyes wandering in not-so-family-friendly directions.

“Dude, please get a grip. I don’t need to see you look at my mom like that,” KK complained as she forcefully turned Paige away from Azzi.

“What’s your problem? I’m not allowed to look at my girlfriend?” Paige protested. KK scoffed.

“You call that ‘looking’? I call that eye-fucking. control yourself and have some respect for your children.” Paige could feel her cheeks warm. She pushed KK away. Even as she did, her eyes slid back to Azzi. They first dragged over her face, skin glowing as always, and a soft smile settled on her full lips. Then her eyes wandered right back down to her ass.

Azzi was wearing simple black leggings today, which was pretty typical, but she had paired them with a cropped shirt so no curve of her body was hidden from view. The slight arch of her back, the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass in those tight black pants… Paige swallowed. She was so fucked.

Azzi glanced over at Paige from where she was talking to Carol in the kitchen. Paige wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the shift of her body that drew her eyes back up to her girlfriend’s face. Azzi raised her eyebrows as if to ask “What?” Paige smirked back at her. Azzi’s face scrunched in confusion, eyes flicking over to look at KK for answers.

“Girl, don’t look at me! Ask Paigey why she can’t stop staring at you!” KK exclaimed. This drew the attention of their other teammates. Azzi’s eyebrows arched once again and Paige wanted to bury her face in her hands just to avoid the embarrassment. She didn’t, though, as much as it would have been nice to not have all of her teammates see the blush on her face.

“What is everybody’s problem with me appreciating how good my girl looks, huh?” Paige asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. Azzi’s mouth broke into a grin.

“Because none of us want to see that! Y’all need to be gross in private!” KK said petulantly.

“Yeah, Paige, the way you look at her is really not appropriate for us all to see,” Aubrey agreed. Paige’s eyes darted around at the rest of her team, feeling absolutely betrayed.

“Okay, but she looks good!” Paige argued.

“I don’t have a problem with you looking at me,” Azzi supplied helpfully.

“Thank you!” Paige exclaimed, completely exasperated.

“None of us care what you think, Azzi,” Ice cut in. Paige groaned.

“My own children are betraying me,” she whined. Her eyes flicked up to Azzi and found that soft smile back on her lips. Paige pushed herself off the couch and marched over to Azzi, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door of the apartment.

“If y’all are just gonna bully us, we’re leaving,” she announced, pulling the door open and turning in the direction of Azzi’s apartment.

“We’re just bullying you, not Azzi!” Jana called after them as the door shut. Paige’s grip tightened on Azzi’s hand.

“They’re right,” Azzi said softly as Paige pushed the door to the apartment open.

“So what? I’m allowed to look at my girl, especially when you look as good as you do today!” Paige defended. Azzi tugged her hands free from Paige’s and brought them up to cup her face. The warmth of her skin immediately calmed Paige.

“I know, honey, but the girls don’t wanna see you stare at my ass,” Azzi soothed, fingers brushing over Paige’s jawline.

“But you have such a nice ass,” Paige whined, hands drifting down Azzi’s back to settle right on the curve of her hips, squeezing the flesh slightly. Azzi let out a soft breath.

“How about this- we’re gonna go lay on the couch and watch a movie, and you can touch my ass the whole time, and then you’re gonna agree to keep your staring to private occasions only, okay?” Azzi bargained, pushing her hips further into Paige’s grip. Paige let her hands drift a little bit lower, trying to get as much of the supple flesh in her palms as she could.

“Okay,” she mumbled, thoroughly distracted. Azzi smiled.

“Does that sound like a deal to you?” She asked. Paige’s brain was already so far out of her body from the feel of Azzi’s body in her hands that she just let her head drop to Azzi’s neck.

“Mhmm. Yeah, deal.”

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m still riding a high from that beautiful episode on Monday. So I’m sharing a bit more from love in a series of bursts & inches, the fic I wrote for Ramadan last year wherein TK and Carlos host an Eid party for Marjan to introduce her parents to Joe. This scene is pretty relevant to the themes of the episode, and upon rereading this fic over the last couple nights I found it to be a really cozy supplement to what we got on screen. I welcome you to give it a read if that’s something you’re interested in 💛

Her eyes misted when she opened the box, the scarf was wrapped neatly in soft pink tissue paper. It smelled faintly of vanilla and cardamom, the scent instantly transporting her back ten years; to Saturday afternoons shopping with Sahar, trying on outfit after outfit, layering on bangles and dancing in the showroom to see what they sounded like when they clinked together.

She held the scarf up to her face to get a deeper whiff of its fragrance. “It’s beautiful, TK, where did you get it?”

He ducked his head and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck before looking bashfully at her from under his lashes. “I called Sahar? She told me about the boutique y’all used to shop at when you were kids. I ordered it from there.”

She dove across the center console to hug him, and they both broke into a fit of giggles when the seatbelt she’d forgotten she already buckled hamstrung her and pulled her back in her seat.

When they were on the road a few minutes later TK shifted towards her in his seat.

“Have you talked to your parents about Joe yet?”

When her parents suggested coming to Austin for Eid she’d been surprised. It’s been five years since she moved to Austin, and she hasn’t returned to Miami for an Eid since. She’d always assumed she would go to them. However, her father had been recently cleared to travel, and both of her parents were eager to see the life she’d built in Austin. She couldn't deny them that, even if having Eid in Miami would have helped her avoid the Joe situation a little longer.

“They know about Joe,” she said dryly.

“I know they know about Joe,” TK responded softly. “But do they know he’s gonna be at Eid? Or is this more of an ambush situation?”

“It’s not an ambush,” she winced. “It’s kind of a …soft intro.”

“You’ve been dating a year, there’s not really any in between here, Marj.”

“I know.”

“What did they say when you told them about him?”

“They said they’re happy for me, that they’re excited to meet him.” She gave him an anguished sidelong look before flicking her turn signal on. “My mom asked if he was from Austin.”

“That’s great!” TK said, balling his hands into fists and foisting them in the air in a cheer. When she rolled her eyes his enthusiasm dimmed and he dropped his hands back to his lap. “That’s not great?”

“She’s gonna want to know all about his family. And then she’ll be all concerned that he’s American.”

His face scrunched in confusion. “Umm, Marj. You’re American.”

“I know I am,” she shrugged, “but it’s different.”

“…is it?”

“My parents raised me in America, yes, and I am American. Just like you. They’ve accepted that Sahar and I weren’t brought up in the same tradition that they were, but they also raised me in the culture and they still have certain expectations.”

“Look, Marj,” TK began slowly, like he was choosing his words deliberately. Trying his best to be compassionate yet reassuring. “I know I don’t know your parents super well. But I did spend time with them, and I think they just want you to be happy. Joe makes you happy, I think they’ll see that and be happy for you.”

As his words began to settle in, a small seed of relief finally appeared, blooming in her stomach with slow surety like a magnolia flower on an early spring day. That small part of her knew he was right. She wanted to believe he was right, that her parents would love who she loved, and just wanted to see her happy.

But it was still a risk.

She’s been afraid for three years now, of pushing too far on her parents’ claim that they love her no matter what. She doesn’t know what she will do if introducing a new man leads to another shift. What will happen if her parents can't accept Joe, or if they can't accept her with Joe.

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[mysticdreamdrafts]

Chris Redfield | Husband Headcanons

im in love with this man idk so I wanted to yell about him lol 

Chris is the type a guy who married you early on, fight me on it. That “I know we’re teens but I love you” sorta thing, ya know? Maybe y’all were high school sweethearts and just the love was real.  Maybe ya met in the military and fell for one another. Either way, it worked. Y’all stayed together and it just never died out. 

So here’s some (PRE-TRAUMA BECAUSE LORDY) hubby headcanons I think about for Chris Redfield: -Golden Retriever Hubby  -Actually really bad about remembering important dates, but will make it up to you no matter what -And like look at that face can you stay mad at him? No- -Because he doesn’t remember dates very well, prepare for random gifts literally all the time -“Happy Monday here’s some flowers because I wanted you to have them” -Breakfast in bed kinda guy -Can actually cook HELLLLLLLA well -Actually shocked you but then you remembered he’s the older brother  -Full belly laughs  -I’m talkin’ head falls back and eyes squeezed shut sorta laugh -It can make car alarms go off lmfao -Claire isn’t a fan, but you can’t help but join him when he laughs  -Protective -Very protective -He is confident you can take care of yourself, but he knows how harsh the world can be  -He doesn’t know what he would do if anything were to happen to you -We’ve seen how he cares so much about his friends. His sister. Now imagine you?? Man oh man -It can be a bit insufferable  -I imagine it would be the source of some arguments. It feels like he doesn’t trust you all the time, but that isn’t it. -It’s the world he doesn’t trust -He is stubborn too, but he’ll apologize first if he knows he’s in the wrong or being too much  -Apology kisses -Apology letters   -After an argument, be ready for a bit of silent treatment in the house. He believes time away to think about things before coming back to talk is healthy so that you don’t just both end up getting heated for nothing or say something neither of you mean -But afterward, oooo buddy he’s all about conversation -like it might take a bit to get there because he is HARD HEADED, but after he realizes your points and maybe he’s being a lil ✨extra ✨ he’ll wanna talk about being better -bad at taking photos -like a whole lotta headroom, weird angles, and atrocious mid-blink snapshots -like Chris, pls for the love of god what is wrong with you lol -lets you shave his face, he feels it’s very intimate and he loves to watch your focus face -he’ll wash your hair if you let him -hell, he’ll pamper you always -but there’s something about learning your hair type, finding out what you like, how to oil your hair, take care of you that just means a lot to him

That’s all I have for now but I’ll yell more about him later

If y’all want a NSFW version lemme know and maybe i’lllllllllll idkkkkk heeheeeeeeee~ (imma do it lol)

[faeriemarie]

january 19th, 2025

word method, take two! (i fell asleep again)…. so um i think i’m just gonna kill myself. I MEAN WHAT NO I WOULD NEVER EVER EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! bro fr just let me shift and by bro i mean myself. i think i’m having a mental breakdown. i say i’m okay but i’m not i don’t think. hahaha. wow. missing my boyfriend missing my waiting room missing my lifa app. i just want to watch une balle au cœur but the only place i can watch it is my wr because its practically been wiped from the earth

the inauguration started 2 minutes ago. my world is over. shout out to my fellow americans um i hope y’all don’t get killed or deported or sex trafficked because that would be awful. but i mean… tiktok is obvi the biggest problem right 🙄 (sarcasm btw)

this isn’t even a shifting diary anymore i’m just venting and talking about how i’m still here. i’m so shitty at law of assumption, neville goddard can suck my dick ong. that might have been too far

i’ll shift today if it’s the last thing i do. i am not just a god, i am GOD and she really wants to runaway to her 1800s dark academia mansion and watch the rain against the window pane

[freakydeaky6969]

Training officer Leon Kennedy x Fem Rookie Reader

WARNINGS: PROFANITY, IMPLIED AGE GAP, AWKWARD SITUATIONS, Litterally nothing else but part 2 is a little friskier

Word count:

I have part of part.2 if y’all want it just lmk😛

Oh and this is NOT proofread so sorry🙃

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The mindless buzz of the radio echoed through the dirty policed issued junker. Street lights illuminating your face through the dusty windshield. The pitch black darkness of the outside blanketed the ground casting darkness around the light of the streetlights on the sidestreet where you and your TO were parked.

Yet another long houred stakeout you and your training officer had to babysit. Being a rookie meant long grueling hours and staying in a shitty motel paid for by the department.

You and your training officer’s shift was from 5am to 9pm. Usually your shifts aren't this long but your TO, Officer Kennedy volunteered the two of you for the long shift without you knowledge, of course. He is always looking for more hours to teach you the ins and outs of police work. He really is passionate about his job.

You take the hand your head was resting on and bring it out in front of your exhausted eyes to check the time on your watch.

8:56

Only 4 more minutes of this awful silence before you can sleep in some shitty motel bed to do this all over again.

It’s not that your training officer is boring, quite the opposite actually. The two of you can talk for hours on end about everything and nothing at the same time. Talking about things from life and philosophies to stupid things like movies and tv shows. However, he was very passionate that stakeouts are supposed to be silent.

If he wasn't your training officer and ahead of you in your chain of command you’d totally ask him out. Not only did the two of you instantly click the day he was assigned to be your training officer but he really is gorgeous. He has a sharp defined jawline, sandy blonde hair pushed back out of his face, pretty pinkish lips that look so soft, and piercing blue eyes that you could stare into for hours and never get bored.

“You done daydreaming rookie, our shift is over” Kennedy says with a tired smile, already out of the car holding your door open waiting for you to get out.

“Oh shoot sorry” you say sleepily apologetic, hurrying out of the vehicle before he shuts the door, letting out an awful creaking noise. “Is this junker the best they can afford?” you say staring judgefully at the beat up dirty black sedan you've been sitting in for the past 17 hours.

He huffs out a breathy laugh, “Oh this is nothing, you should've seen the trash they stuck me with when I was a rookie. You should be glad I'm your TO, we got one of the better ones”. He says while starting to walk towards the gas station you were meeting up with the next shift at.

He looks back to make sure you're catching up to him as you lagged back looking at the dents on the car.

You hurry up to his side, continuing a normal pace to match his.

“I can’t wait to take this uniform off and go to sleep” you say sighing whilst walking on the sidewalk just inches away from Kennedy.

“Me too, I'm exhausted, that had to be the longest shift of my career. But if it gives you valuable stakeout experience I'm all for it” Kennedy says, turning his eyes to meet yours with a sleepy smile. “And you're not horrible to be around y’know” he says staring into your eyes so strongly you think he must see your soul.

‘God if he was someone, anyone else, I’d be with him right now’ is all you could think when he gave you that sweet genuine smile. And you know he cares about you, he's gone in the line of fire to protect you countless times, but that's just his job, right?

You smile back at him and stare back into his icy blue eyes that were anything but cold. You’d swear that coworkers don't look at each other this way, but you have a tendency to be a little delusional. ‘We’re just two coworkers who flirt a little, that's normal’, you tell yourself.

After breaking eye contact your mind starts wandering. Maybe you aren't being delusional?

Kennedy looks over seeing you lost in thought staring off into space as you approach the brightly lit gas station. A red and blue “Open” sign flashed in your eyes catching your attention at the same time as his words “You okay rookie? You spaced out on me there” he says with nothing but concern on his pink face.

You immediately become flustered and feel your cheeks heat up so much they must be steaming in this bitter cold weather, realizing that you were daydreaming about the man standing right next to you. “Uhh yeah” you say hoping he doesn't pick up on your blush.

“You daydreamin’ about me or something” he says with a sly smile after he spotted your cheeks warming.

Your eyes shoot open before slapping him on his arm “shut up, you wish” you say with a scoff so he doesn't notice you internally screaming at yourself.

He chuckles and opens the door for you gesturing for you to walk in infront of him.

‘Ugh at this point I'm gonna fall in love with him before I become an actual officer’ is all you can think as he walks beside you to the employee break room of the gas station, opening the door for you once again. You catch yourself staring at the way the cuff of his shirt gets tight on his thick bicep when he moves it.

You enter the room and lock eyes with the night shift. A pale brown haired man with a 5 o’clock shadow standing stiffly in an isolated corner. The screen of his phone lit up his pale face highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. A stereotypical night shifter.

Kennedy tells him what we’ve learned over the course of our shift and the pale man nods before walking out of the room without another word.

Kennedy grabs a backpack and the cash on the table left by the department to use at the nextdoor motel for us to stay at until our next shift since it's so early, and this stakeout is particularly far. He opens the doors for you, as usual, and starts heading to the motel.

The flashing red light from the broken motel sign lights up Kennedys face beautifully. Painting every crevice of his face in deep red light. The red mixes with the blue of his eyes making them appear to be grey, and more beautiful than ever.

When you get inside you walk up to the older lady wearing a brown blouse sitting at the stand. “Hi, could we have two rooms please, preferably with anything bigger than a twin bed” you say with a polite smile.

“Sorry sweetie we’re fully booked, only got a room with a full” the lady says in a thick Appalachian accent.

“A room?” Kennedy asks from a step behind you.

“Yup, ‘ts all we got” she says with an unbothered shrug.

You and Kennedy exchange glances and you sit in silence trying to come up with a win-win solution to your problem.

He brings his hand up to place it on the back of his neck looking at you in an awakened silence. “Why don’t you take the room, my car isn’t too far, I can slee-”

You cut him off before he can even finish his sentence “Hell no it's freezing outside, im not letting you sleep in your car”. You say like it’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard before turning back to the lady at the stand. “We’ll take that room please” you say with a smile and turn back to Kennedy. “We’re both grown adults, we can share a room” you say insistently.

He shrugs and grabs the room key from the lady and heads toward your room on the second floor. While going up the stairs you notice him look at you with a sly smile “Jeez rookie if you wanted to share a bed with me this badly you could’ve just asked”.

You whip your head over to meet his, giving him a dirty look and rolling your eyes. “I did not” you say with a blank face.

“You sure? Seemed pretty insistent on me sleeping with you” he says smirking at his carefully chosen words.

“Gross, we’re sharing a bed not having sex. This is real life not one of your little fantasies” you say chuckling at your remark when you see his face drop.

Kennedy tries to come up with a comeback but is left blank. He scoffs “Whatever” before arriving at the door to your room reading ‘206’. He opens it and ushers you inside and out of the frigid cold.

When inside he plops down his small black and grey backpack he had kept at the gas station. He unzips the bag you didn't even realize he had, and starts pulling out shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. He looks over to see you staring at him when he realizes you didn't have a bag with you.

“Did you seriously not bring a change of clothes?” he asks, looking genuinely shocked since you’re usually quite prepared.

“I completely forgot” you say slapping your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes and groaning at the thought of sleeping in your uniform.

He chuckles at your moping before throwing a shirt and some boxers at your head. “Here” he says with no elaboration.

You feel the slap of fabric on your face, looking at his clothes now at your feet. “No way, i'm not making you sleep in uniform” you say while picking up his clothes from where they had fallen on the floor. Walking up to him holding them out.

“Don’t worry about it, I brought shorts i'll just sleep in those” he says innocently like it's nothing.

You hesitantly accept and head to the bathroom to change. ‘Sleeping in a small bed with Leon Kennedy. In nothing but shorts. What could go wrong’ you think nervously while staring in the bathroom mirror. You change and stare at yourself in the mirror. Dressed in his clothes that smell just like him has you feeling all kinds of things. You walk out of the bathroom and stop in place when you see leon on his phone standing by the bed in nothing but shorts. Your eyes trail from his biceps, across his chest, down his toned muscular stomach, and a trail of sandy blond hair leading down into his shorts. Realizing where you are staring you snap your eyes back up only to see him staring at you dressed in his baggy clothes.

“Wow uh, you look good” he says almost out of breath.

“I'm just in a t-shirt weirdo” you say, feeling your cheeks heating up at his staring. You walk over to your side of the bed and plop down on your back and shut your eyes. Letting out the deepest breath you feel like you’ve been holding on to all day. You seriously were so tired you could fall asleep in seconds. Instead, you chose to force yourself back up to turn off the main light. You’re feet hit the cold floor jolting you awake. You turn off the light and turn around, going back to the bed you see Kennedy already under the covers. Part of you is a little sad you don’t get to stare at him just a little longer.

You follow his lead and climb under the covers and get comfortable. You lie on your back staring at the ceiling ‘why can't I fall asleep? I just worked way too many hours to be restless’ you thought to yourself. Too deep in thought to notice Kennedy in the same position but staring at you instead of the ceiling.

You look back over at him, finding his bright blue eyes through the darkness of the stuffy motel room. He was almost analyzing your face. Every feature, every freckle, every mole, every perfection.

“You’re so beautiful y’know” he says out of the blue. It’s not unusual for the two of you to flirt by any means, but this felt different. Felt real. Like everything we’ve said before was just jokes up until now.

[wigglebox]

Obviously this place isn’t Instagram but I wanted to let y’all know I’m gonna delete my Instagram probably later today.

TLDR: Deleting Instagram, I’m on Bluesky, here and RedNote. Explore the internet more!

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I don’t like META but I’m forced to have a personal account for my job. But I want to get rid of every Instagram I have.

Being an artist online is a daily struggle to share your work and be seen and feeling encouraged to create more. We want others to see our stuff. The art we make for ourselves we don’t always share.

This is a truth I’ve known for a while now but didn’t wholly process until Saturday that we need to explore more. We need to explore new methods and apps and websites and delivery systems.

When the TikTok blip happened for us Americans many of us were panicking because of the greater implication of our rights. But, in the lead up to said blip, I saw many people talking about how they were coding their own spaces and other apps. Bluesky is coming out with an Instagram rival and I’ve seen several alternatives to tiktok in development.

Every social media website and app, or really anything that encourages mass gatherings of people online, has a life cycle. Some end quick and some end over an extended period of time. People my age really understand this as we have been online since the Wild West of the internet age. I’ve seen every phase of Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I’ve seen the rise and fall of spaces like Gaiaonline, Xanga and MySpace.

The issue with Facebook is what I call the “META Virus” and it acts like a vampiric parasite, sucking the life out of corners of the internet to keep its zombie self alive. Instagram was one of these places. Facebook should not have lasted more than 7-8 years as most. It was an early social media website and far superior ones sprung up behind it. But it’s a zombie now.

So, at the end of the day, I’m just going to delete my accounts there.

I think it’s very important we explore. Pretend these are little worlds or galaxies and explore. I know we want to keep fandoms alive and there’s no reason to suggest they won’t on other platforms. You just have to find your people.

You can find me currently on Tumblr, obviously, and BlueSky and RedNote (xiaohongshu).

I’ve deleted many of my tiktok videos to go back to 2023 mostly and don’t plan on posting there. I want to make art videos but I don’t want to post those videos where people aren’t interested.

I will be exploring pixelfed and other apps and I have followed the developers of even more apps and websites. I’ll post about any one I join to here and Bluesky but when in doubt, I’ll always be wigglebox or wiggleboxart!

I’m also exploring making a Neocities page as a sort of landing site for me and see if I can set up a newsletter or Patreon. If I set a Patreon up the tiers will be low. Probably just one for like, $2 or something. Mostly because for us Americans it’s going to be a penny pinching way going forward.

I’m not sure yet about Patreon yet I’m still brainstorming that.

Suffice it to say, after all this rambling, we need to be internet explorers (not THAT internet explorer) much like we were in the early 2000s if you remember that time.

Thank you for reading and understanding!

[bitchnojutsu]

okay HI i came back to this!! amazing work chandu i will be rereading this forever and ever and consulting it moving forward. you’re so right and should keep saying it; these are the things that stand out to me that i would love to scream about together:

- tenten def notices other people’s looks but is overall more drawn by what she thinks is cool about them. there’s another post about tenten’s style and characterization that i really like which emphasizes tenten’s lack of overt femininity, and i think tenten wants to be recognized - more than for her appearance; maybe more than anything, at some point, to a degree - as cool herself. tenten doesn’t want or have a ton of power (even socially, i’d argue), but she positions herself in the sphere of it. her icon is a “legendary kunoichi” and the fifth hokage. she bemoans her sensei and teammate frequently for being cringe in her vicinity. the one thing she can do that is really cool - carry any size or quantity of anything, anywhere - gets completely dismissed as “convenient” by lee and neji during their chunin exams in suna, and we saw how that affected tenten’s morale.

- on that point, hell, her entire friendship with neji: her bestie is a bully victim neglected child prodigy from a prominent and revered clan, set up in the first chunin exams as The Kid To Beat, and just like you pointed out, tenten was right at his side for that entire month between prelims and finals. also, i want to emphasize what you said about tenten being the mouthpiece during the finals: her whole interlude where she’s giving exposition to the viewers like us bragging on neji’s abilities? tenten isn’t speaking out loud to anyone. she’s just smirking to herself and staring down at the arena, thinking about how neji is so talented and so well prepared and so strong and so cool.

- re: tenten being one of those people you find yourself accidentally saying too much to. that has to be how her actual friendship with neji started tbh. and i think it was clan related, hence why we got tenten’s close up reaction among hiashi’s and hiruzen’s when neji started his lore dump. like you suggested, she already knew.

- tenten’s friendships with her teammates are notably different but consistent. like i think neji is her best friend and rock lee is her brother. (i’m getting a little ahead of myself, but tenten’s relationship to her teammates is what sakura’s would look like with her teammates if we removed sakura’s crush on sasuke and naruto’s crush on sakura)

- the databook stats have zero consistency but is anyone surprised lmao

- TENTEN DOES DID NOT LIKE HINATA. (we’re veering into headcanon territory, but especially after *certain events* toward the end of shippuden, regardless of everything else, y’all think tenten likes hinata now??)

- for reasons you already explained i also think tenten has complicated feelings about sakura. i’ve mentioned in a few of my own posts that i see team 7 and team gai as foils for each other, pairing tenten and sakura in that manner, which is giving me even more thoughts in this context. obviously they get along well enough, they seem to respect each other, but i’m considering tenten’s self esteem and mental health and her saying she wants to fight sakura and the goals she physically would never be able to accomplish while she had to sit back and watch sakura literally live out her dream…

- …which opens the door for a friendship between tenten and ino. hello, busybodies!

- while i’m talking about tenten and every other kunoichi, let’s go ahead and focus on temari. she handed tenten’s ass to her on a silver platter, publicly, without batting an eye, all while tenten was still confused because she uncharacteristically missed her mark. her disbelief is valid as explained, and the point of the fight was to poise temari as a serious competitor for the final round, but i’m also going to gripe at kishimoto here - tenten got done so dirty in this fight. if he wanted tenten’s error to be that she missed her mark, temari could have created a shadow clone for tenten to waste her time attacking, thus allowing tenten to show off her incredible skill while forcing her to “miss” her true mark and opening her up to an attack, and planting the idea to use a shadow clone in temari’s head for later purposes.

- you touched on tenten not liking people she perceives as weak, and how could tenten not perceive herself as weak after that quick defeat? in front of everyone? after waiting an extra year before signing up for the exams? the only member of her team to not break to the finals? and she missed her mark?! that’s a core memory. that’s ego-shattering, soul-crushing, reality-questioning, life-changing shit.

- the idea of a lowkey one-sided rivalry between tenten and temari a la lee and neji is so funny to me, and also plausible given how much of an impact losing that fight had on tenten. (though the exact same is true for sakura and i think tenten would be ready to fight both of them anytime)

- i love your point about tenten applying her enthusiasm for research to her weaponry because of course she would! she’s a one-woman museum and proud of it! there are easter eggs of this in reliance, but i like to imagine that she falls down all kinds of research rabbit holes; she may not be a med nin but she learns everything she can about the human body, we see her consult kurenai while in her ultimate tsukuyomi world for advice about genjutsu and i believe she kept studying that back in The Real World™️, she has to know a thing or two about space-time jutsu by nature of the transportation jutsu itself. but we also know that in the naruto world, “research” sometimes is a double entendre! a woman of many hobbies, truly

- you said the right string of words to trigger my activation phrase so now you get to hear me talk about one of my favorite venn diagrams in all of naruto: the overlap between tenten and shikamaru. she wants to be recognized so badly and works hard for it, he works hard not to be recognized so he doesn’t have to do hard work. / i would not be surprised if during that month between exam prelims and finals, shikamaru was constantly replaying and assessing tenten’s performance against temari in his mind, or if he straight up hunted down tenten (and neji by proxy) one day to ask about a few logistics and called his training done. / loud, strong women (like tsunade and temari) grate on young shikamaru while they’re everything tenten would want to be if she actually believed she could be like them. / re: tenten has chill vibes and can get people to open up. i think shikamaru opens up to tenten on purpose sometimes. perhaps on that one random mission they went on together; sometime approaching the war when naruto and yamato and gai etc. were on a boat for a long time and needed a supply drop (tenten’s mission), shikaku saw that shikamaru needed to take a step back from war prep and nominated him to accompany tenten. ironically enough for the both of them (considering shikamaru’s woes during the sasuke retrieval arc, the trap team gai encountered in the desert in their second exams, and the end of the upcoming war, unbeknownst to shikamaru and tenten at this time), the trap they fell into was a series of genjutsu creating perilous conditions for the boat. i think in the adult generation - excluding sasuke’s sharingan and the knack for genjutsu that sakura should have had - tenten and shikamaru are among the best equipped shinobi to encounter genjutsu.

i made your long post longer but i hope it was worth it <3

Just noting down some things about Tenten that influence my view of her characterization/personality. primarily for my own reference as i’m writing, as well as to kind of get a more mature and consistent characterization of her than i had before. this gonna be an extremely long and rambling post, (where I think I repeat myself a whole lot oops) and there’s not really anything profound, just some traits i’m pulling from canon and interpreting.

most of Tenten’s ’canon’ characterization comes from filler and databooks, which I then further interpret, so a lot of her characterization in this post is three degrees of fanon/headcanon, with some liberties taken where I dislike the interpretation.

We’re introduced to Tenten during the chunin exams, where she’s seen throwing kunai at a target dummy that Neji is sitting under. She casually throws her kunai and hits the target dead center, instantly showing her marksmanship skill, but also Neji’s implicit trust in her since he doesn’t even flinch and the target is pretty much right over his head. This ties in later but basically, he fully trusts that she will not miss.

We see Tenten again before the first round of the chunin exams, while Izumo and Kotetsu are blocking the door. The thing I find notable in that scene is Tenten not being immune to Sasuke LOL.

(Manga panel grabbed from @tentenarchive)

it's interesting to me that her thing is specifically that there's not a single scratch on him, and that he's "cool". Makes sense given that she's on a team with Gai and Lee and she desperately wants them to be cool too. And she dislikes weak people so yeah, of course it's cool to her that he's untouchable.

Actually on this topic, Tenten's taste seems to be "cool people"? In a filler episode (naruto 162) she thinks that the lord of a local land is really cute when she sees him get down for his palanquin. The lord's whole thing is that he's like cold and cool and pensive etc. so this seems to be Tenten's taste to some degree. He turns out to actually be a girl in the end so yknow. bi Tenten confirmed.

Here's her page from the first databook (screenshotted from The Narutoversity). She gets annoyed at Lee injuring himself for Sakura's sake, which I'm pretty sure isn't really out of care so much as it is that they're in the middle of the forest of death in like. the worst situation possible. Love how Ino's just standing there like "what the fuck kind of medical care is this".

I generally dislike the stats since I find that they’re inaccurate to what we see on-panel (a whole rant I could go on another time tbh), and Kishimoto tends to skew them egregiously in favor of characters he particularly likes. Ex: genin era Neji’s total is 21, and shippuden Tenten’s is 20.5. You cannot seriously be telling me that Neji as a genin is stronger than chunin Tenten three years in the future. Come on Kishimoto. There are a few things of note here though, so let’s go through them anyway.

Tenten’s highest stat is her speed, at 3, which is the same as Sasuke from the same databook. So clearly, she’s fast, especially since Sasuke is known for his speed. She's not as fast as Lee, but still quick on her feet and dexterous, with fast reflexes. Makes sense, since the second databook describes her fighting style as “dancing flexibly and firing speedily”.

Her strength is a 1 and her stamina is a 1.5, which is insane to me. Like she’s on Team Gai???? They do 500 laps around Konoha and 1000+ pushups every day???? I reject canon here, fuck u kishi, I know she’s actually buff as hell and has hella stamina.

Her intelligence is a 2, which might seem super low but it matches Sasuke's intelligence, and is only 0.5 lower than Neji and Temari's. I think it just goes to show that the scale for these stats is skewed as hell. But basically what this means is that she operates at a similar level to Sasuke, Temari, and Neji, where she picks up on the things around her, and while she isn't operating on the level of Shikamaru, she's still a good strategist.

Back to the actual show, we get to the elimination round and her fight against Temari (episode 43). I’m basing this part off the anime because their fight in the manga is like three panels long.

So technically, this is “filler” (as if any tenten fan really cares lol).

From the Hokage's commentary, her battle sense is pretty good. She positions herself a perfect distance away from the enemy. She's trying to bait Temari into attacking, to see what her power is and figure out how to counter it, and Temari calls her out on it.

Tenten isn't a 200 IQ genius strategist the way Shikamaru is, but she is still a smart fighter. We can see she thinks in a similar way to him (and Temari) feeling out the enemy's power and what they can do before counterattacking strategically. I need them to be best friends tbh.

Her first reaction when she throws her shuriken at Temari and misses is surprise. She is deeply confident in her own abilities, so it's genuinely shocking to her. She yells "I missed? There's no way!" and in the stands, Gai also insists up and down that Tenten never misses.

She has the utmost confidence in herself, and from the rest of her team. None of them have any doubt in her, and this also ties back to that introductory scene. No wonder Neji let her chuck kunai at targets near him. It's probably something she does regularly too.

Tenten loses to Temari, and is immediately down on herself. We see a lot of this in Shippuden 237, where she's lying in the hospital and loses all her confidence in herself and her abilities.

Shippuden 237 shows us that Tenten does actually have self-esteem issues, even before this fight with Temari. During their first year as genin, when Lee keeps getting defeated by Neji, Tenten tells Lee that he really should just give up on beating Neji, because he's a genius, and Lee is not. It's clear in the voice acting and the expressions that to some extent, Tenten isn't just speaking about Lee when she says this, she's also speaking about herself.

She seems to compare herself a lot to others, often in a negative light, talking down about herself when others are better than her, but still trying her best to surpass them.

But the way she talks after losing to Temari is much worse. Her match with Temari affects her deeply, and likely for many years to come. I think it becomes one of her primary motivations to become stronger, as she keeps holding that moment as her lowest point and vowing to never be that helpless against an opponent again.

Headcanons here. After her fight with Temari, Tenten also throws herself into learning 1) fire jutsu to combat Temari’s wind (this is why she develops that dragon bomb jutsu she uses during the Konoha Crush filler episode), and 2) seals that can absorb/store away opponents’ attacks.

I think Tenten’s primary chakra nature is actually lightning, which is also why she is so weak to wind chakra. I love this post by @/fineillsignup that goes into detail about chakra natures, and a lot of the traits listed under lightning nature fit with my interpretations of Tenten. I also am heavily biased toward the idea of Kakashi, who is basically student-less during the interlude period, teaching Tenten lightning jutsu since she's his husband's friend's student.

Going back to that scene in shippuden 237, I do think her talking down to Lee in their first year as genin is also interesting. Even though I love the idea of Lee and Tenten being besties before Team Gai and her standing up for him, I think the reality is that she probably didn’t really talk to him in the Academy, and once they were on the same team, she was kind to him, and learned to work with him.

Lee very specifically mentions in a flashback in episode 100 that nobody told him anything encouraging, sensei or student. This obviously includes Tenten. So while she wasn’t outright mean to him, she also didn’t have the greatest opinion of him.

She very quickly found herself relating with him, and that probably made her take out some of her own self-loathing on him at first. Eventually they become close, and form a very deep friendship, but things start out pretty rocky.

Kishimoto confirms that every day for a month between the second and final rounds of the chunin exams, Neji and Tenten train together in secret to help him reverse-engineer the 8 trigrams 64 palms and the rotation. It’s interesting that everyone else goes to train with a jounin and only Neji chooses to train with his teammate.

I think this implies Tenten to be a good secret keeper and evidence that Neji already told her about the cursed seal and all the clan drama. During Neji’s speech to Naruto, Tenten’s reaction is shown alongside Hiruzen and Hiashi’s, both of whom already know all about the curse mark and his father’s death. So Neji has told Tenten as well.

Plus Tenten is uniquely suited to help with Rotation, since she can throw a billion knives no jutsu.

During Naruto vs Neji, Tenten gets used as the mouthpiece to explain Neji's attacks, which also shows how well she knows him after training with him for the Chunin exams, but she's also genuinely impressed when Naruto wins, and even compliments him.

There's a brief scene during Shikamaru v Temari where Tenten comments about how she couldn't beat Temari. Also look at her arms. A 1 for her strength stat??? with those arms??? sure kishi.

Okay, we move on to when Orochimaru attacks Konoha, and there’s this filler episode (shippuden 192) where Hinata gets kidnapped by Kumo shinobi. This episode has some small Tenten moments, where you can also see how Neji thinks of her, and I like them a lot.

We start off with Tenten going to check in on Neji after his conversation with Hiashi, and he actually opens up and tells her all about what they had just spoken about, another sign that he's told her about everything with his clan.

When Hinata is kidnapped and the Hyuuga Elder makes Neji go get her, Tenten comes with him, not out of any particular concern for Hinata, but purely to back up Neji. I doubt she likes Hinata much at first (my eyes were opened after this post by @tentenismybitch), so she’s doing this more for Neji’s sake.

As they're chasing after the man who kidnapped Hinata, they get caught in a trap, and Tenten tells Neji to leave her behind (strategic thinking) and Neji only hesitates for a second before agreeing and going on ahead. Neji expresses that this is because he knows Tenten can handle herself.

We see her using a new jutsu (the Dragon Bomb), which as I mentioned before, I think she developed with Temari in mind.

During the Hokage’s funeral we do see her in funeral attire looking sad but is she really? debatable. I think no, but it’s not entirely relevant. This is all personal headcanon here, not based on canon evidence beyond extrapolating from what I’ve seen.

Tenten doesn't strike me as someone burning with loyalty to the village and harping on about the “will of fire” and whatnot. She does her duty, and that’s about it. It doesn’t go further than that. She cares about the people dear to her, but not really about the village specifically.

After the Hokage’s funeral, Tenten doesn’t appear again until the end of the Search For Tsunade arc, which I think is her last non-filler appearance in the original series other than a few flashbacks.

She’s excited about Tsunade coming to the village, and tells Neji after he trains, and asks him to come with her to go see Tsunade. Neji tells her he’s not interested, and Tenten looks a little disappointed.

We see Tenten in some flashbacks to Lee's genin years (episode 100). As Neji is talking down to Lee, Tenten doesn't really say anything, which matches with what i said earlier. But, when Gai tells them that with hard work, anyone can be a shinobi, Tenten has a similar reaction to Lee, while Neji just looks annoyed.

What Gai says seems to give her hope. That with enough hard work, anyone can become great. She doesn't think of herself as a genius, and if anything, seems to group herself with Lee in terms of ability. This is also shown in Shippuden 237, which I'll discuss later.

After this we only see Tenten in the end-of-series filler, which will be part 2 of this post since it's already really long. We'll finish off by looking at data book 2, which came out after the manga for the first series had finished.

From the second data book (screenshot also taken from the Narutoversity), we see part of her personality is being a "busybody" LMFAOOOO. So yeah she's inquisitive and curious, being a research enthusiast, but also uses that same nature to get in on everyone's business too. We can assume she's also observant and detail-oriented, can probably read people pretty well.

I like this a lot! I think Tenten is a good people person, and many find her easy to get along with. She’s probably one of those people that you accidentally find yourself telling really important or deep stuff to without really knowing why. She’s just got this air around her that’s very chill and comfortable.

But I do think she’s nosy, and does wanna know about everything, just to be in the know. She’s a little detective LOL.

The research enthusiast part is a fun thing too. She strikes me as a tinkerer, messing with new weapon designs or seal ideas, constantly turning something over in her head.

The first and second databooks list her hobby as fortune-telling, which is also really cute. I think she knows palmistry and does readings for her friends, and has some knowledge of astrology. She isn't overly superstitious, but she does believe in ghosts, and gets fairly nervous when she sees or hears something that can be considered a bad omen.

She has pride in her weapons, clearly, and her arsenal is implied to be the largest and strongest of any ninja. I’d like to assume that some of her pride comes from the weapons in her arsenal that are of her own design.

Her 'carefree, smiling face' is also an interesting point. At first I was unsure how to interpret this, but to me it reads as her being rather laid-back and carefree, despite her power and lethality. Again, not very sure how to interpret this line and I'd love to hear how anyone else sees it!

It’s cute that Tsunade coming to the village and becoming hokage made Tenten train harder. I think aside from her defeat to Temari, this becomes another major motivation for Tenten. She wants to impress Tsunade, the kunoichi that she admires most.

She says she'd like to fight Sakura, so I think there's some kind of jealousy or something to prove there since Sakura got to be Tsunade’s apprentice and Tenten didn't. This goes back to her low self-esteem and those issues she’s been having since her fight with Temari.

Shippuden 237 touches on this but Tenten did actually try to become a medical ninja for a bit, she just didn’t have the chakra control necessary. Obviously this adds to her insecurities when Sakura turns out to be a natural at medical ninjutsu with unnaturally good chakra control.

I’m not a huge fan of the ‘trying to be a mednin’ part of this ngl, I think she’s a little too fixated on weapons to truly care about medical ninjutsu, and wants to emulate Tsunade just for the ‘strongest kunoichi’ part rather than trying to be her exact carbon copy. Plus, I think (headcanon) Tenten’s chakra control has to be at least decently good in order to do seals, but that’s a different rabbit hole. I tend to disregard this in my fics and will likely continue to do so.

I do like the thing of being jealous of Sakura in some way for being Tsunade’s apprentice, though. It’s some nice flavor and I appreciate the one-sided rivalry. I think it would be funny for Sakura to think of Tenten as the cool senpai and look up to her, meanwhile Tenten is struggling to not immediately challenge her to a duel, Gai-style.

Since this is already super long, I’ll do a part 2 for all the filler arcs she’s in, and then a part 3 for shippuden.

[cyarskj1899]

It makes it that much more awful imo. Bc even if her friend was w him first w.e ok so that’s bw her & her friend. She didn’t do a thing to him (& it wouldn’t make it ok even if she did). He couldn’t have hit her feet if he tried meaning he shot at random. Lucky she’s alive fr.

Also fuck Gayle king cause why are you asking Megan if she fucked Tory. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THE SHOOTING??? That tells me she didn't care about Megs situation she was just looking for a drama.

[lycandrophile]

at this point i don’t even have any commentary to add to this. i’m just tired.

[tariah23]

oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’

Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.

Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.

They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.

Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?

[ybe3-fics]

Here is first chapter y'all :3 (I promise more stuff will happen just let me cook)

Blue Lock as Mean Girls scenes since the similarities are funny and deeply saddening. Short title.

I’m heavily referencing “Meet the Plastics” but this was how the movie was too. Ness is Gretchen, Kaiser is Regina, and I still have no idea who would be Karen. Isagi is DEFINITELY Katty. (Yoichi home wrecking slur saying Isagi) Also, this isn’t really that compliant with the lore and I’m sorry y’all, this is just a silly idea.

Walking into the cafeteria Isagi notices how unusually packed it is. Normally everyone has their own schedule and it was uncommon to run into his own team members in the cafeteria- let alone other teams. On this day, however, it appeared that a lot of people were taking their food break at the same time as Isagi. He didn’t mind much as he was accompanied by Hiori and focused more of his attention on their own conversation. They grabbed their food and sat down in their own little corner planning and discussing everything so far. That brief moment of tranquility was disrupted by a very lively and conceited entrance. Of course, when everyone coexisting relatively peacefully- Micheal Kaiser enters. Ness followed along behind him; it wasn't him who everyone's eyes were drawn to. They were all arrogant (little egoists) football players in one way or another, but Kaiser brought it to a whole other level. He wasn’t just arrogant and cocky on the field- but off field, he was also a nightmare. If there was a name that traveled through teams, it was Kaiser’s. Some could argue Isagi was as big of a pain but at least he got his shit together off-field. What’s worse is that he has to be associated with that wreck. They wear the same freakin’ clothes! Kaiser walked past everyone smirking, it wasn’t like he had anything to be that cocky about. 

Kaiser and Ness both grabbed their food and sat down at a table. Kaiser’s attitude was sensed from across the room. At least he was contained to one person, which was something Isagi silently thanked. Ness was also- fucked in the head, to put it bluntly, but at least he knew how to act in public. He didn’t seem so bad when they first met, yeah he was weird but it seemed like he was a decent guy. Before he started hating on Isagi in an instant. Kaiser influenced most of his thoughts and opinions but Isagi wasn’t butt hurt about a guy he barely knew hating him.

There was another quiet moment of relative peace. Kaiser and Ness were talking among themselves after a while and for a few minutes they were being normal (as normal as they could be) This didn’t last long. 

Isagi was about to finish his meal and Hiori was close to finishing as well. Isagi offered to toss their trash so far, he began walking to the bins although there was a slight problem. To get to the bins he would have to walk directly in front of Kaiser’s table, which wouldn’t be a problem if Kaiser was a normal fucking person. But Isagi wouldn’t let some guy dictate where he could walk. He avoided eye contact as he didn’t feel in the mood to interact with Kaiser.

Passing by the table, Kaiser cut Ness off and smirked. The same annoying he had every time he spoke with Isagi.

“Wow, if it isn’t Yoichi. Going to the trash where you belong?”

Isagi couldn’t help but side-eye him. Was that the best he could do right now? He continued walking. He didn’t expect Kaiser to get out of his seat and walk towards him. He would’ve tried to walk away but it was a short walk for the other to reach him so Kaiser was already blocking his path to throw away garbage.

“You know, we hardly talk as teammates. We should be closer, don’t you think? Here let me get that for you…”

Isagi was now annoyed that he was trying to act friendly. It was obviously fake but the reason why he wanted to commit to this bit was confusing. He looked as Kaiser commanded Ness to take Isagi’s trash and toss it. If it wasn’t shown by the way Ness tugged the trash from Isagi or the way he mumbled something under his breath, Ness was probably more pissed off that Kaiser was talking to Isagi than Isagi. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ness shove the trash in the bin. Even if the “friendly” act was fake, it was a lot nicer than how Kaiser treated Ness on a regular basis. 

“Whatever, man…”

Isagi mumbled annoyed and about to turn around. To his surprise, he saw Hiori watching this whole interaction intently. That sick, twisted, sweet, Hiori was finding this amusing, the small smile on his face evidence.

His attention was later turned back to Kaiser when he heard his words. 

“To heighten team spirits- we should sit together now, right? It’ll strengthen our bond, Yoichi.

Like hell! He thought internally as soon as he heard that. He could feel the look of disgust on his face. He was probably obvious but he didn’t care how rude he looked right now, especially if it was Kaiser. He was about to blow him off or ignore him but he saw Hiori eyes light up. No way Hiori wanted Isagi to spend his free time with Kaiser of all people. He needed some time away from his crazy. Hiori wouldn’t stop having that look of eagerness and silently begging. He almost wished he hadn’t noticed Hiori early so this choice would be easier. Fuck.

He would owe him so much. So much that he doesn’t even know yet.

“Fine…”

He didn’t even want to look at Hiori right now after all of this. But looking back at Kaiser, he noticed a small look of surprise. As if not expecting Isagi to also agree. (Isagi wouldn’t have agreed).

“Wow- you’re so easy, y’know that?”

More words to try to get Isagi to react but his spirits were already killed by Hiori’s eagerness to see him suffer.

He made a quick glance at Ness. Yep. Ness was probably about to lose it there. He didn’t even bother looking up from the table. Isagi saw him begin to bite his lip and clench his fists. He would NOT be in a room with Ness alone at this point. He had never seen him get so mad before. Ignoring him more and focusing his attention on creating distance between himself and Ness.

“Meet tomorrow on Wednesday, wear something pink and cutesy, okay~”

Kaiser said before walking away, getting the last word. It was Ness who picked up their trays and trash. He cleaned their area in silence, not even glancing up at Isagi for a second. Isagi walked away to Hiori who seemed rather composed despite his amused expression. 

The idea of “infiltrating” Kaiser’s space and maybe if he got too close, Kaiser would push him away like Ness. This was definitely for Hiori’s entertainment, but his plan didn’t sound too bad. So that’s why he’ll do it. Pretend to get to friendship level in the hope that he’ll leave Isagi alone. 

“I promise you- he’ll start treating you like Ness soon. Just give it some time.”

Hiori spoke in his soft and smooth voice, even though he was saying absolute bullshit. He couldn’t say no when he phrased it like that. Hopefully he’ll stop hanging with him. 

With Kaiser and Ness

Ness jogged lightly to catch up with Kaier. He didn’t mind tossing their trash away or assisting Kaiser with anything else he needed. However, he did mind when Isagi was brought up. As if Ness needed Kaiser to that dumb, short, annoying, stupid hair, and stupid face and-

He was now in the closer distance of Kaiser. Ness knew better than to question Kaiser’s decision. Kaiser's word was truth and he knew that this was all some plan to mess with Isagi- or maybe even a smarter plan for football that Ness couldn’t comprehend. It had to be that. There was no possible way that Kaiser would enjoy Isagi more than Ness. This was solely for soccer, to stick it in that dumb Isagi’s face. Yeah.

They walked in silence as he could sense Kaiser was deep in thought. He wouldn’t want to disrupt his very important thought going on.

“What.”

A sharp and cold tone brought Ness out of his own thoughts. Kaiser looked at him annoyed.

“You’re staring and have that irritating expression. What is it, Ness? Spit it out.”

There was a brief pause as Ness took time to gather his thoughts and find the best way of expressing them without Kaiser getting upset.

“I was just wondering what the plan is.”

Kaiser gave Ness a confused look and his irritability increased.

“What the fuck are you talking about- what plan??”

“Oh, well why you invited Isagi. That plan…”

Kaiser stopped walking and rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of Ness today.

“It wasn’t a plan, dumbass.”

Kaiser continued walking, not noticing Ness staying behind. He was paralyzed still. Kaiser was doing this, just because he wanted to? He wanted to be around Isagi. More than Ness. He wanted someone else to be around other than Ness. Ness who had served him ever since they met- Ness who had made sure to fix himself to fit around Kaiser’s needs- Ness who was overall the better choice for Kaiser. Isagi. He chose Isagi. 

I'll post the next part soon >o<

OH MY FUCKING GOD

BLUE LOCK AND MEAN GIRLS ARE SIMILAR- REGINA GEORGE AND KAISER?? AND NESS BEING GRETCHEN- AND ISAGI BEING KATTY

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about to write smth with this yall. I got a vision.

UPDATE -

writing a fic about this right :D (Ness is not going to be fine in this one y'all)

[forcebook]

society if people didn't feel the need to insult/belittle forcebook before praising them in the slightest

[skywalkr-nberrie]

Umm…

Yeah so a funny little thing happened today 😂 I saw that an Ob*k*n shipper took a SS to one of my comments on another Anidala post where I’m talking about how Anidala isn’t toxic nor problematic (the person also thinks Anakin killed Padmé, and that Anakin was a teen when he got married instead of an adult… lol okay..?) and they went on about how “going into the Padmé Amidala tag is one of the funniest experiences.” as if posting my comment with that caption would somehow magically make what I said seem wrong… (I don’t get it, are you trying your hand at gaslighting or something??.)

Yeah… so I don’t know how to tell you and your other buddies this, but it actually takes reading comprehension in being able to recognize that Anakin and Padmé are neither “toxic” nor “problematic” in the bigger picture. It’s the correct way, actually the only way to view their relationship because they’re supposed to replicate a classical Shakespearean tragic love story (Star-Crossed-Lovers for the umpteenth time.) This is exactly why I talk about the importance of understanding narratives, themes, metaphors, symbolism, and having media literacy. Anidala are the exception not the rule, if you choose to view them as a typical couple from modern day media instead of a grand love story from a galaxy far far away, then that’s on you.

Anyways tho, they’ll never make Anidala problematic 🤷🏾‍♀️

[lunabug2004]

Okay but if I get another “reasons why st5 will fail/reasons why I’m not watching st5” recommendation/TikTok/POST OF ANY KIND….. IM GONNA GO INSANE

Like, good for you ig 🤷🏼‍♀️ I couldn’t care less if you’re not watching tbh, and I respect your opinions/decisions… but don’t try to make others feel bad about still wanting to watch it. We are all humans and are all capable of making our own decisions thank you!