#but its still horrifying seeing it happen

[yeosangmaybe]

Hiiii :) This is my first fic on here :0 I plan to do a movie night with your best friend fic for each member but I’m open to requests :D there’s 3 parts but I put ‘em all on here bc I’m not tech savvy enough for that :( lemme know what you think :P

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genre: female!reader x bestfriend!seonghwa, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, chaotic group chat, yearning

warnings: no smut but alludes to arousal, kithing, mentions of food, brainrot

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Movie Night🎥

The dim glow of the TV screen flickered across the dorm’s cozy living room, the eerie silence stretching between the occasional jumpscares of the thriller film playing. Y/N and her best friend, Seonghwa, were nestled into the couch, a shared blanket draped over their laps as they sipped on sugary drinks and ate their favorite snacks,. Their sleepover tradition was well underway.

Just as the tension in the movie reached its peak, a sudden, masked figure lunged at the screen with a piercing shriek.

“AHH!” Y/N yelped, her body jolting in shock. In her panic, she lost her grip on the can in her hand, sending ice-cold soda spilling over her front.

“Shit!” She gasped, instinctively pulling the fabric of her soaked shirt away from her skin. The liquid seeped through the thin material, clinging to her torso in an uncomfortable, sticky mess.

Seonghwa blinked, barely holding back a laugh as he took in her horrified expression. “You okay?”

She groaned. “No, these are the only clothes I brought.”

He hesitated for a moment before standing up. “Hold on, I’ll get you something to wear.”

A few moments later, Seonghwa returned with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, holding them out to her. “Here, you can change into these.”

“Thanks, Hwa,” she sighed, taking the clothes and making her way to the bathroom.

Once inside, she peeled off her damp top, but as she did, she realized the soda had soaked through to her bra as well. She grimaced. Great. She went back and forth on how uncomfortable it would be to keep it on before reluctantly unclasping it and tossing it onto the pile of her wet clothes. With a sigh, she pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head.

It fell loosely over her frame, but to her mild annoyance, it did little to conceal her chest. The fabric draped over her, but the way it hung left the outline of her figure… noticeable. Still, she figured it was fine, it was just Seonghwa, after all. He was her best friend.

Slipping into the boxers, she stepped out of the bathroom, running a hand through her hair as she reentered the living room. “Alright, what do you wanna do now?”

Seonghwa didn’t immediately look up, too focused on his phone. “I dunno, we could-” He trailed off mid-sentence as his gaze finally lifted.

Y/N tilted her head. “We could what?”

Seonghwa’s brain short-circuited. Seeing her in his clothes was bad enough, the slightly oversized t-shirt on her figure, his boxers clinging to her thighs. But the moment his eyes flickered over her chest, his face went up in flames. The outline was way too visible, and it sent his heart into a frenzy.

His breath hitched, and he tried to look anywhere but at her. “Uh-um-w-we could, uh-” His voice cracked, and he internally winced.

Y/N frowned, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Are you okay?”

His ears turned red. “Y-yeah! Yeah, I just-uh- I’ll be right back!” Without waiting for a response, he scrambled to his feet and all but sprinted toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Once safely inside, he leaned against the door and exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. What the fuck was that?!

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly pulled up the group chat, typing out a frantic message.

Seonghwa: Guys. Emergency.

Wooyoung: Did you finally confess?

San: LMAO what happened?

Seonghwa: SHE’S WEARING MY CLOTHES AND I CAN SEE EVERYTHING AND I THINK I’M GONNA DIE.

Yeosang: lol

Wooyoung: Wait, WAIT. What do you mean EVERYTHING???

Seonghwa: SHE’S NOT WEARING A BRA.

Hongjoong: Oh.

Yunho: Oh.

Mingi: Oh.

San: Oh.

Wooyoung: BRO LMFAOOO

Yeosang: You’re so down bad, it’s actually hilarious.

Seonghwa: THIS IS NOT FUNNY I NEED HELP

Jongho: yes, you do. the 72 hour hold kind of help, though

Yunho: you’re so cooked

Hongjoong: Just act normal. Hope this helps <3

Seonghwa: I’m going to blame you all for my joker era

Outside the bathroom, Y/N sat on the couch, utterly perplexed. She glanced at the closed door, then at his abandoned spot on the couch.

What in the world had gotten into him?

Part 2

Seonghwa took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink as he stared at his reflection. His face was still flushed, his heart pounding like he had just finished a high-intensity dance practice.

His friends were utterly useless.

Hongjoong: hwa being scared of boobs at his big age is sending me

Wooyoung: HAHAHA

Yeosang: Rip, Seonghwa. You will be missed

Mingi: just take your shirt off to assert dominance

Idiots.

He locked his phone and set it down, inhaling deeply. “Okay, Seonghwa, get a grip. She’s your best friend. You have literally seen her in a bikini before. This is fine.”

He exhaled.

“No, it’s not fine,” he muttered to himself. “She looks way too good in my clothes.”

He let out another groan, running a hand through his hair. But he couldn’t stay locked in the bathroom all night. That would be way more suspicious than just trying to act normal.

Act normal.

Another deep breath. He straightened his shoulders, rolling them back. “Okay. You got this.”

With that, he turned the knob and stepped back into the room, doing his absolute best to seem composed. Y/N was still sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, her legs crossed.

She looked up when she heard him return. “Hey, you okay?”

He gave her his most neutral, totally normal, not at all struggling expression. “Yeah. Sorry about that, I just-” he hesitated, scrambling for an excuse, “-felt a little sick for a second.”

Her brows lifted. “Oh, do you want me to go? I don’t mind-“

“No!” His response was way too fast, and he immediately winced. “I mean-it’s not that serious. I’m fine now.”

She studied him for a second before shrugging. “Okay, if you say so.”

Thank God.

She scooted back against the cushions, getting comfortable. “So, what now?”

Seonghwa hesitated for only a fraction of a second before moving to sit beside her, keeping his eyes firmly on the TV, not on the way his shirt was stretched across her chest. You will be normal. You will be fine.

And as the next movie started playing, he convinced himself that if he just focused hard enough, he might survive this sleepover after all.

…Maybe.

Part 3

The movie had been long forgotten, its flickering light casting soft shadows across the room. Neither Y/N nor Seonghwa had planned to fall asleep like this. Normally, one of them would take the floor or the sofa while the other took the bed. But exhaustion had crept in silently, and now…

Well, now they were very tangled up in each other.

Y/N stirred first, her body snug against something warm and firm. She hummed contentedly, not yet fully aware of her surroundings. The weight around her felt so nice. She felt safe, comfortable, at ease, until her still-sleepy mind finally registered why she was so comfortable.

Her breath hitched.

Her leg was thrown over Seonghwa’s lap.

His arms were securely wrapped around her waist.

Her head was nestled against his chest, rising and falling with every slow, steady breath he took.

And worst of all?

Her shirt had ridden up precariously high.

Her face instantly burned, eyes flickering down to confirm her very compromising position. Oh, god. She should move, fix her shirt, do something. But the warmth of his body, the way his arms fit so naturally around her, the feeling of his arm against her bare skin, made her hesitate.

She shouldn’t like cuddling her best friend this much.

But she felt like a cat in sunlight right now.

Because she had been harboring a crush on Seonghwa since the moment they met. And this? This just brought those old feelings rushing back at full force.

Just a little longer, she reasoned with herself. Who knows if I’ll ever get the chance again?

She let herself sink back into his warmth, inhaling his scent, savoring the way he held her even in sleep.

Then, she heard it.

A sharp inhale of breath.

Seonghwa was awake.

She knew it instantly by the way his body stiffened. She peeked up at him, careful not to let on that she was awake, and that’s when she saw it. His jaw was tight, his lips parted as he exhaled slowly, like he was trying to control himself.

Because, oh, this was bad.

Having Y/N, his best friend who had been unknowingly tormenting him all night, draped over him was already a problem. But the fact that it was morning made things a hundred times worse.

His fingers twitched against her back. His breathing was uneven.

Think of something else. Think of literally anything else, he begged his brain, willing his body to not react to the way she was pressed against him.

He pleaded with any higher being that could hear to help him not react to her exposed midriff. Her bare skin only separated from his own by the thin fabric of his sleep shirt.

Moving carefully, he reached for his phone with one hand, typing out a frantic message in the group chat.

Seonghwa: SOS. ACTUAL EMERGENCY.

San: Again???

Yeosang: Bro, it’s 8 AM.

Mingi: Did she take the shirt off too?

Wooyoung: No way. What’s happening?

Seonghwa: SHE’S ASLEEP ON ME. IT’S BAD. I CAN’T MOVE. HELP.

Y/N could see his messages.

Oh my god.

Her heart hammered in her chest as her eyes flicked back and forth between his texts and the messages from last night.

He was attracted to her.

She barely had time to process that revelation before she heard soft footsteps.

The door creaked open slightly, and a groggy, disheveled Wooyoung walked in.

Seonghwa almost sighed in relief. Finally.

Wooyoung blinked at the sight in front of him, taking in Seonghwa’s desperate expression and Y/N, still feigning sleep against him.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

Then, he simply chuckled and muttered, “Bro’s cooked,” before turning right back around and leaving.

Seonghwa stared in disbelief.

“Wooyoung!” he whisper-yelled.

Wooyoung was already gone.

He groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow in defeat. Useless. Absolutely useless.

He hadn’t noticed Y/N subtly mouthing get the fuck out to Wooyoung before he left.

Which meant he also wasn’t expecting it when Y/N finally lifted her head, looking him directly in the eyes.

His breath caught in his throat.

She was awake.

She had been awake.

And she had seen everything.

His face flushed a deep crimson, and he wished, wished he could disappear right then and there.

But before he could even try to stammer out an excuse, before he could even begin to figure out how to explain why he was reacting this way, Y/N moved.

And then, without warning, she pressed her lips against his.

His mind went blank.

Static. Sparks. Every single thought in his brain came to a screeching halt.

She was kissing him.

And it felt so good.

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his arms instinctively tightening around her. She was warm, soft, everything he had ever wanted but never let himself hope for.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was heavy, her eyes searching his as if trying to gauge what came next.

Neither of them spoke.

Neither of them knew what to say.

Then…

His phone started buzzing like crazy.

He fumbled for it, his hands shaky with nerves, eyes scanning the flood of new messages.

Wooyoung: OH MY GOD THEY KISSED

Jongho: please don’t get any more fluids on the couch

San: what position are y’all in now

Yeosang: Wow. Rip to the slow burn fans. Wait… stop creeping on them you freak

Wooyoung: I prefer the term supervising

Hongjoong: ??? Should I be alerting the authorities

Mingi: Are you still alive? Blink twice if you need help.

Yunho: NO MORE FRIENDZONE. W IN THE CHAT

Wooyoung: WWWWW

Jongho: W

Mingi: W

San: W

Yeosang: yeah im not doing that

Hongjoong: is this what the kids would call w rizz

Jongho: oh my god someone get peepaw back in his bed

Seonghwa groaned, dropping his phone onto the couch.

Y/N, on the other hand, just giggled.

And, despite everything, despite the absolute chaos of the morning, he couldn’t help but laugh, too.

[yayasvalveplay]

For the how I killed your mother au

Oh this AU is giving Frankenstein vibes to me!

A fully grown mech materializing infront of Megatron; making the noises of a sparkling and trembling like a fawn. This spectacle is happening infront of everyone and it's horrifying. And when the frame is now developed and fixed by the Matrix; the relic begins to modify and age the processor too

It would. The Matrix needs an adult, It would of had liked Orion, But Orion is with the primes. The Sparkling will have to do, be forced to almost be like a cold forged, already preprogrmed. But it still knows, He still knows, Tronus is scared, he wants his sire, he wants his carrier. Sire please help him, why are you just standing there. It hurts, He hurts everywhere.

"Sire." hes a perfect mixture of Orion and D-16. Megatron can see its his kid, why didn't Orion tell him, why did he keep it a secret from him. Then he's being jumped on, maybe it's Elita, or the seekers, but really in the end he's being dogpiled, and it's not distressing the new Prime who desperately tries to pull everyone off, to not hurt his sire.

why does his crying have no affect? it should, he knows it should. His mind constantly keeps going back from child to adult, He would of had broken if it wasn't for the matrix, the same thing that's doing this to him.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Okay, Adelaide's death in Waters of Mars is tragic as fuck, but honestly, I feel like Steffi's is up there as well as we literally see her pull up footage of her two daughters back on Earth, wanting them to be the last thing she sees as the Flood gets into the room and takes over her, killing her in the process.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Charles representation enjoyed here again! I’ve not read much of the comics bc I can’t afford them but I just rewatched FC and I was wondering if Charles being paralyzed is the same in the comics (Erik doing it)? Do they often include that part of his story?

hello my inquisitive friend :] !!!! im more than happy to give some more info bout the origins charles' disability in the comics- to the best of my abilities that is !

while they don't include an origin for his paralysis in EVERY story/run, as far as i know there are three major ways charles loses his mobility (though like yourself, i havent read many of the comics so far, so i could be missing a few. this is the part where i invite readers to submit additional info if im leaving any out)

the very first manner of charles losing his legs was relayed to us in the original X-Men run of the 60's in issue #20

(X-Men #20: "I, Lucifer!")

before magneto was regarded as charles' main adversary there was the extraterrestrial lucifer (who sported the same color scheme, ironically. it wasnt as though lucifer came before magneto so it was definitely A Choice..) who charles would have a semi-reoccurring feud with for a bit early on in the series. during their first encounter, charles would corner lucifer in his lair only to have a stone slab dropped on him, disabling his legs indefinitely

the second manner in which charles loses his mobility- and the time where erik is the most involved and is most deliberate- comes from. Our Favorite Universe in 2001: The Ultimate Universe

(Ultimate X-Men #1: "The Tomorrow People")

as is typically how charles x magneto team-up arcs go, while charles and erik worked together for some time it wasn't very long before erik wanted to pursue more Dramatic Measures for mutantkind. and As This Story Goes, amidst trying to escape the savage lands sanctuary he and erik built, erik drove a metal spike through charles' spine, leading to his disability in this verse

lastly, we have the House of M- or more specifically its prequel miniseries, Civil War: House of M- verse in 2008:

(Civil War: House of M #2: "Revolution")

(Civil War: House of M #3: "Reign")

similar to Ultimate and the movies, this is another timeline where charles and erik team up. this time however, charles is more willing to follow erik's ideas after seeing the horrors of genosha upon reading the mind of a mutant who escaped the island, and the two seek to liberate the other mutants left behind. unfortunately, during their mission, a sentinel collapses the building charles and co. are infiltrating, leading to the loss of his legs

hope you had fun reading- i had fun typing up everything and looking back at these issues :] !

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[suffarustuffaru]

arc 8 ottosuba and mutually assured destruction (devotion)

basically i wanna talk about this again but more Specifically bc they are gonna fuck each other over so fucking bad. like this is the most disastrous combo of all time. you got natsuki subaru who has rbd AND a suicide pill in his fucking mouth that he can use at any time AND he will die as many times as it takes to save Anyone he cares about. and then you pair him with otto suwen, aka a devoted little freak whos willing to let entire countries and millions of people, including people subaru cares about, die to save subaru. and otto has died for subaru twice now and will gladly do so again on top of that. they are the absolute worst combo of all time bc natsuki "ill save you no matter how many times i die" subaru and otto "i would let anyone and anything die to save you" suwen are inevitably going to come into conflict. otto wont let subaru die at any cost but subaru having rbd means that hes gonna win no matter what. hes gonna get what he wants. hes gonna die and theres nothing otto can do to stop it. and even if otto does stop subaru, its a lose lose bc either subaru dies and uses the info he got to beat otto next time, or subaru and otto end up having more fights with each other anyway, or otto does end up stopping subaru in some way (example: otto wanting louis to die) and subaru gets pissed at him over it, or all the otto permadeath flags end up being real and otto dies permanently and subarus gonna be destroyed and i bet ottos still gonna be like "i told you we shouldve left vollachia when we had the chance" on his literal deathbed bc him permadying proves his literal point this whole arc. and subaru can save otto all he wants but if otto ever figures out this hurts subaru in any way ottos never going to get over it. hes gonna be upset and pissed forever. there is no winning with these two. their devotion is violent and theyve literally found their match in each other. bc their devotion strips the other person of their own free will and choice in the manner bc they keep saying "no. i have to save you no matter what, even if you get upset at what im doing and even if i do all of this behind your back without ever telling you." and if they keep being stubborn theyre just gonna end up dragging each other down - which is the exact opposite of their goals to save each other. they are likely going to kill each other by the end of this, metaphorically or not. and its going to be because of love. do you understand. how do you save someone who wants to save you first. how do you save someone whos devoted themselves to you, body and soul, in the most violent way possible.

also if otto manages to read the tome once its restored... he's gonna figure out rbd.

[quietwingsinthesky]

you ever just think about. “You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more.” you ever just. oh, they made him and they discarded him. it’s never going to be quiet again for him, and that’s just collateral. they let the sound rot through his whole life, his whole timeline. because that’s the kind of easy sacrifice you can make when you want to save yourself above everything else, one that doesn’t ask anything of you. you dig open a child’s mind and you bury your survival inside him and when he follows the noise back home, when he does exactly what you groomed him for, you call him ruined for it. that’s. you ever just think about that.

[jackass-jones]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

[woodsborostabathon]

when a piece of media lowkey kinda seems funny as fuck sometimes but u got a severe lifelong phobia of it that u have Tried to get over to really almost no avail so u gotta just mind ur business

[jakowskis]

counted up alllll my tw fic and it's... 170k words 🙃 in 14 months 🙃 and im still not sick of these assholes. dude im gonna be here for a whileee. head in hands

[toestalucia]

got a friend request whos profile comment was just "belial..."

[caterwaul-of-crows]

I was able to find a Smithsonian article about the dna findings for free & it brings up some interesting commentary about our modern cultural perceptions impact how we conduct anthropological understandings !! + how a handful of these individuals aren’t “European”; their casts possibly been artistically edited to exaggerate certain features of their imprints back in the later 1800’s . A very fascinating insight into the before mentioned modern interpretations impacting science but also an equally upsetting and intriguing look into the initial point of this post . Certain bodies will be on display to be gawked at but it’s controlled how they’re presented . People’s lives & bodies become a mode of artistic liberty’s & something to have viewers interpretations of them being projected onto instead of respected as their individual culture & lives outside of our own . I dunno it’s facilitating highly recommend giving the article a read !!

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[bobcross1010]

Guys World Link Tsukasa and Colfes Tsukasa are in the same fucking month. What the fuck do I do.

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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beach fight - part 1

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, cussing, topper, fighting, mentions of cheating, Ruthie

disclaimer: this is so satisfying to read — requests are open!!

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

The Pogues were lounging on the beach, enjoying the rare moment of peace. Y/N tried to relax, but the air felt tense, like something was about to go down. She couldn’t help but notice the Kooks pulling up in their flashy cars, parking way too close. Rafe, Topper and the rest of their stupid crew stepped out, making sure everyone saw them.

The last thing Y/N needed was to see Rafe. After everything he did— cheating on her with Sofia. it still stung. they had a thing going on for a while, he changed when they were together— but that all went away when Sofia happened. And now, here they were, together, acting like nothing had happened

Topper and JJ had made a quick agreement not to start anything. Both knew things could get messy fast, so they decided to keep it chill for the day.

Everyone settled back into their spots, but Y/N could feel the tension in her muscles. She couldn’t help glancing over at Rafe, who looked too comfortable around Sofia, his arm draped lazily over her shoulder. Her stomach twisted with a mix of anger and hurt.

Suddenly, Kiara gasped. “Guys, look!”

The Pogues’ attention snapped to the tiny turtle hatch making its way to the ocean.

Everyone gathered around, watching as the turtle moved slowly through the sand. It was a rare moment of quiet wonder, the kind that reminded them why they loved this place.

But then the loud roar of an engine shattered the peace. Ruthie’s truck tore through the sand, heading right for the turtle, swerving dangerously close to the Pogues.

“Watch out!” JJ yelled, grabbing Kiara and pulling her out of the way.

The truck barely missed them, the tires kicking up sand. Ruthie laughed from inside, clearly amused at the chaos she was causing.

“She almost killed them!” Kiara said, horrified, looking back at the little turtles still struggling through the sand.

Y/N clenched her fists, biting her tongue. Her heart raced with anger, but she tried to hold it in. Not yet, don’t explode yet.

But Ruthie wasn’t done. She spun the truck around, her laughter echoing through the air. As she drove past them again, she leaned out the window, holding a drink. Without warning, she tossed it right on Kiara, drenching her in sticky liquid and ice.

Kiara stood there, frozen, dripping wet. “Are you kidding me?”

Y/N felt the last thread of control snap. “Don’t” John B muttered, trying to keep the peace.

But Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She stormed toward Ruthie, eyes blazing with fury, not caring what anyone said.

“Y/N, don’t!” John B called after her, but it was too late. The anger that had been building for months—Rafe’s betrayal, seeing Sofia here, Ruthie’s blatant disrespect—had reached its breaking point.

Y/N marched right up to Ruthie, who was standing by her truck now, smirking at the mess she’d caused.

“What’s your problem, you bitch?” Y/N spat, her voice shaking with rage.

Ruthie sneered, completely unfazed. “What’s yours, Pogue? Go cry about it with your dirty friends.”

That did it. Without a second thought, Y/N grabbed Ruthie by the shirt and shoved her back, hard. Ruthie stumbled, caught off guard, but before she could react, Y/N swung her fist, landing a solid punch to Ruthie’s face.

Ruthie shrieked in pain, clutching her nose as blood started to drip. “You psycho!”

The Kooks looked on in shock, unsure of what to do. Sofia’s eyes widened as she watched Y/N completely lose it. But she noticed something else—Rafe wasn’t running to Ruthie’s defense. Instead, his eyes were glued to Y/N, a mix of anger and concern flashing across his face.

Ruthie tried to fight back, but Y/N wasn’t having it. She grabbed Ruthie’s hair, yanking her down toward the sand as Ruthie let out another scream. Y/N’s fists flew, fueled by months of pent-up rage.

“Y/N!” Rafe’s voice finally broke through, but she didn’t stop. He rushed over and grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her off Ruthie. “That’s enough!”

Y/N struggled against his grip, still fuming. “Let go of me!”

Ruthie lay on the ground, crying and holding her bloody nose. Y/N had done enough damage, but the fire inside her wasn’t out.

Rafe held her tight, his breath warm against her neck as he tried to calm her down. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Get your hands off me, Rafe,” Y/N snapped, finally breaking free of his grip. She spun around to face him, her chest heaving. “What am I doing? I’m doing what you should’ve done—keeping your bitchass friends in check.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes, but Y/N didn’t give him a chance to respond. “You’ve been running around with these Kooks, pretending like nothing matters, while you’re just as bad as them. You cheated on me with her!” Y/N’s voice cracked as she pointed at Sofia, who was standing frozen, watching the whole scene unfold.

Rafe clenched his jaw, but there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “That’s not—”

“Don’t even try to defend yourself,” Y/N cut him off. “You lost that right the second you chose Sofia.”

Sofia, who had been silent this whole time, shifted uncomfortably as Rafe’s attention stayed focused on Y/N. She could see how much Y/N still affected him, how his whole demeanor changed around her. His concern, his frustration—it was all for Y/N, and that realization stung.

Y/N turned her back on Rafe and marched back toward Ruthie, who was still sitting in the sand, clutching her bleeding nose. Before anyone could stop her, Y/N grabbed Sofia’s drink from the hood of the truck and dumped it right over Ruthie’s head.

Ruthie gasped, soaked and defeated, blood and soda dripping down her face.

“Don’t ever mess with my friends again,” Y/N hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

Rafe watched in shock, still standing frozen in place, as Y/N walked back toward the Pogues. He barely noticed Sofia next to him, her face twisted in jealousy and confusion as she realized how much control Y/N still had over him.

The Pogues erupted in cheers as Y/N rejoined them. JJ slapped her on the back, laughing. “Hell yeah, Y/N! That was awesome!”

Kiara, still wiping the drink off her, grinned. “You really know how to handle things.”

But as the Pogues celebrated, Rafe stayed behind, his eyes locked on Y/N, conflicted emotions swirling inside him. Sofia glanced between them, noticing the way Rafe’s attention was fixed on Y/N, and it was clear: no matter what had happened between him and Sofia, Y/N still had a hold on him that Sofia could never break.

part 2 here

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