#but seriously how have you not seen it yet

[mixingandmelting]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with a sweet yet fiesty crush? Your jealousy post got me thinking. How the boys deal with jealousy over a crush, but what they do with a crush who isn’t prone to jealousy? the boys ask if crush ever gets jealous over a crush and s/o is like “no. I don’t own him. I have no right to feel jealous over him since we’re friends. And if we date, I’ll just trust him. He’s not my property. If he does cheat on me, I’ll hunt him down and kick his ass cuz I imagine we’d agree about committing at some point”?

Dick:

You don’t get jealous. Huh. 

He slouches on the sofa, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out. No he’s not sulking, he’s just stumped. Your words make sense and give him another reason for him to like you. But what does that make him? Here he is, getting bothered by everyone close to him trying to show off how much closer they are to you while looking at him. Especially Wally, yes bros before hoes but he really needs to stop putting his arm around your shoulders whenever the three of you hang out. Not to mention the smug smirk the red head sends him knowing he won’t be able to do anything about it. “Oh, I’m just being friendly” his ass. 

He suddenly feels something tugging at his pants. Looking down, a tiny smile forms on his face as lifts Haley up to his eyes. 

“Haley, would you get jealous over your crush?” 

He heaves a heavy sigh when she tilts her head questionably. Figures. 

Plopping her on his face, Haley barks energetically most likely from him blowing raspberries into her tummy in attempts to vent out his frustration. He has it so bad for you… Why does life enjoy making things harder for him including his desire to simply ask you? 

Jason: 

Welp. That’s a problem. Don’t get him wrong, it’s great and a relief for him since it means you're a green-flag, pro-healthy relationship type of a person. Problem is that he likes you. And he’s trying to gauge if you like him back so he can know if he has a chance with you. Jealousy is one of the biggest indicators of figuring out if a person likes another person seen in books, TV shows, movies, real-life (he’s totally not talking from first-hand experience). 

But you don’t get jealous. He’s not a jerk to plan to purposely instigate you into jealousy but considering it’s one of the more obvious signs, he was hoping he can use it as a form of proof that the feeling was mutual. So much for that plan though. 

Feet propped up on his desk, he slumps deeper into his chair and takes grumpy chomps out of his chili dog. Seriously, what does a guy gotta do to figure out if he’s able to ask someone out around here? 

Apparently everything that annoys him when the chili slides off the hot dog and onto his white t-shirt. 

“Shit.” 

Mentally he flips a finger into the air as he makes his way to the sink. To whomever is sending back luck towards him, he sincerely expresses fuck them. 

Tim: 

He’s not bothered by it. It’s a perfect response that shows the positivity in being in a relationship with you. So, he’s not bothered by what you said whatsoever.  

That’s what he tells himself, approaching his third hour of searching up if it’s normal to not feel jealous when crushing on someone on top of all the other signs of having a crush. Aggressive mouse clicking and tapping of the keyboard filling the room as his eyes drill holes into the screen.

All the articles say that it’s fine and usually points towards a good sign. He’s thinking the people who wrote them have never been in a relationship before and don’t know what they’re talking about. 

Groaning, he leans back and spins himself in circles. It’s not them. Or you. It’s him. He’s the problem. He’s grasping straws, hoping his feelings aren’t one-sided. That he’s not being odd or -wait. Hold on. Is he being a red-flag???

His eyes shot wide open, he rolls himself back to his desk and fills the room again with clicking and tapping. Only for his phone to ring. 

“Hey, Tim! Do you want to-”

“Do you think I’m toxic?” 

By the end of the phone call, he’s offended. He was asking a genuine question; what did needing sleep have to do with this?

Duke:

He flips to one side. Then to the other. No matter what he does, counting sheep, listening to black out noise, he can’t fall asleep. 

One part of him falls for you even harder. Your response was so cool and mature. Like, that’s how he’s going to be treated when the two of you go out. Loyal, couple goal’s commitment from you to him and him to you. There won’t be any drama. No you did, he did, who’s that. A strong, wholesome relationship. Thinking about this part makes him want to start planning how he’d ask you out. Where, what time, flowers or food. 

But then there’s the fact that you may have someone you like. Who it is, he wouldn’t be able to know since you won’t express it. What he does know is that he might not have a chance with you. Even if he were to ask you out, you’d reject him. As he thinks about this,  he isn’t sure which is worse at the moment: him getting rejected or him not being able to confess from the start. 

Grabbing his phone next to him, he considers texting his Batsibs until he remembers: none of them were normal. Slowly he puts his phone back down. Maybe he’ll ask his friends at school. At least he’ll get a somewhat decent advice from them. 

Damian:

He thinks you’re lying. It’s part of human nature to feel jealous, especially for romantic reasons. But you don’t feel jealous? Bullcrap. 

He angrily scribbles his answers onto the paper, maintaining neat hand-writing as it would be unbecoming for it to look like chicken-scratch (full on shade to Jon everyone in his family other than Alfrend and his father by the way). There’s simply no way you would answer as such unless you truly have feelings for someone. And that fact he doesn’t even know who it might be from how tight lipped you’re being-!

Snap goes his pencil. He bites his lip, frustrated and agitated all over again. He won’t admit to anyone else other than to himself but he has a crush on you. But if you like someone, he doesn’t want to continue harboring them. He has no intentions of getting in your way of happiness or causing pain to you and himself. So why can’t you at least drop a hint or something? 

He goes back to working on his homework with the broken pencil until the lead breaks this time. He’s quiet for a second. Then slamming his pencil down, he heads to the Batcave to get ready early. Nothing gets better as he endures teasing during the whole mission. He’s not being broody and it’s not because of a crush!

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Heyy Babes Can you please write Dad!Lewis where he loves to spoil his baby and someone questions him about it in an interview or smth like that. Thank youu

Spoiling her rotten

The paddock was buzzing with energy as the drivers gathered around, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation before qualifying. The Ferrari garage was unusually lively today, and it wasn't because of strategy discussions or mechanics making last-minute adjustments. No, the source of the excitement was a tiny, giggling little girl currently waiting in the Ferrari hospitality with her grandparents.

Three-year-old Yn, Lewis’ daughter, was a little bundle of energy, and everyone who had met her agreed on one thing—she was the most spoiled child in the world. But no one really minded. How could they? The sight of Lewis, the seven-time world champion, carrying around his daughter like she was the most precious thing in existence was something no one could resist smiling at.

“He spoils her so much,” Max muttered, shaking his head fondly as they all stood near the Ferrari garage, chatting before the session.

“I think it’s adorable,” Carlos admitted, taking a sip from his water bottle. “She’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“You mean the most spoiled?” Lando chimed in. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? If she asked for the moon, I think he’d find a way to get it for her.”

Lewis, who had just approached the group, rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the proud smile on his face. “Of course, I spoil my princess. She deserves it.”

The teasing only increased at his statement, with George dramatically placing a hand on his heart. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Charles, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. “I think it’s nice. She’s only three. It’s good that she has a dad who loves her that much.”

Lewis shot Charles a grateful look before turning his attention back to the rest of the group. “You guys just don’t get it. When you have a little one who looks at you like you’re their whole world, you just want to give them everything.”

Before anyone could respond, a small voice called out, cutting through the noise of the paddock. “Daddy!”

The drivers all turned to see Yn running full speed toward them, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Her little Ferrari team shirt looked oversized on her small frame, and her curly hair bounced with each step. But what stood out the most was the stuffed pink bunny she was clutching tightly in her arms.

Lewis crouched down just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “There’s my princess. Did you have fun with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Yn nodded eagerly before holding out the bunny for everyone to see. “Look! Daddy got me a bunny!”

The drivers all leaned in to admire the toy, but it was Charles who gave the biggest reaction. He gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he gently touched the bunny’s floppy ear. “Wow! That is the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

Yn beamed, clearly pleased with his reaction. “It’s soft!” She pressed the bunny to her cheek before holding it out to Charles. “Feel it!”

Charles obediently ran a hand over the stuffed animal. “Oh, it’s very soft. What’s its name?”

Yn scrunched her nose in thought before shrugging. “Bunny.”

The drivers burst into laughter at her simple but effective choice of name. “A very good name,” Charles approved, nodding seriously.

Lewis kissed the top of her head. “See? I told you Bunny was a great choice.”

Yn giggled before resting her head on Lewis’ shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Lando, ever the instigator, smirked. “Okay, but let’s be honest, honey—how many stuffed animals do you already have at home?”

Yn lifted her head, thinking hard before holding up four fingers. “This many.”

Lewis sighed. “She has way more than that.”

George grinned. “And yet, you keep buying more.”

Lewis huffed. “Like I said, she deserves it.” He bounced Yn slightly in his arms, making her giggle again. “I’ll spoil her as much as I want.”

Charles shook his head with a small smile, watching the interaction fondly. “I think it’s sweet.”

Yn turned her bright eyes on Charles again. “Do you have a bunny?”

Charles chuckled. “No, but I think I need one now.”

Yn gasped. “You can get one! Daddy will buy you one!”

The group exploded into laughter at her confidence, and Lewis playfully poked her side. “I spoil you, not the other drivers.”

Yn pouted before reaching for Charles’ hand. “I share Bunny with you.”

Charles placed one hand over his heart, the other one on hers. “I’m honored.”

Yn grinned, clearly pleased with herself before snuggling back into Lewis’ arms. The drivers continued to joke and tease, but there was an undeniable warmth in the group. No one doubted for a second that Lewis’ little princess was the most loved child in the paddock.

And if Lewis wanted to spoil her forever, no one would stop him.

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Authors Note: Hey, loves. I hope you enjoy this story. My requests are always open and I'm more than happy to write your story.

-💙🦋

[just1cefor4ll]

—squid game characters w/ a s/o who got SA’d

Characters: Hwang Jun-ho, Hwang In-ho, Kang Dae-ho, Kim Jun-hee, Choi Su-bong/Thanos, Cho Sang-woo

warning: mentions of SA, not proof read, could be inaccurate/OOC

A/N. I’m sorry to whoever had to endure this and i sincerely hope you’re all doing well out there 🤍

—Hwang Jun-ho

notices almost immediately—you’re quieter, jumpier, and flinch when touched

doesn’t push you to talk but makes sure you know he’s there

if you let him, he sits next to you in silence, just to remind you you’re not alone

the first time you recoil from his touch, his heart sinks, but he doesn’t take it personally

becomes extra patient, only touching you when you initiate

if you open up, he listens without interrupting, his jaw clenched in anger—not at you, but at whoever did this

starts walking you home, checking in constantly, making sure you’re never alone in unsafe places

encourages therapy but doesn’t force it, instead leading by example by opening up about his own struggles

quietly puts protective measures in place—changes his routine to match yours, subtly watches out for you in public

no matter how long it takes, he’s staying

—Hwang In-ho

he’s not one to ask, but he knows. your avoidance, the way you tense up—he doesn’t need to hear it to understand

doesn’t touch you unless you make the first move, but his presence alone is grounding

you don’t notice, but he starts keeping track of where you go, making sure you’re never unsafe

if you tell him what happened, he listens without a word. when you’re done, he just says, “I see.”

but after that? he’s handling it—whether you know it or not

if you don’t want therapy, fine— but he’s making sure you eat, sleep, and don’t shut yourself away

keeps himself calm, but the second he’s alone, he grips the nearest object tight until his knuckles turn white

the man who did this to you? he’s already found out who they are

won’t let you see his anger—he’s here to make you feel safe, not scare you further

but he will make sure it never happens again

—Choi Su-bong

you stop laughing at his dumb jokes. that’s how he knows something’s seriously wrong

the first time you flinch away from his touch, he goes quiet— that’s how shaken he is

doesn’t know how to talk about this kind of thing, so he just sticks by your side

constantly checking on you—“You good?” “Need anything?” “You eat yet?”

his anger is dangerous—but not toward you. he has to physically stop himself from breaking something

if you do tell him, he listens for once, no jokes, no interruptions—just pure focus on you

after that? He’s never letting you go anywhere alone again. not happening

tries to make you feel normal again—not by ignoring it, but by treating you with the same love as before, just more careful

if touch is too much, he backs off instantly. but if you ever reach for him, even just a sleeve tug? he melts

mo matter how long it takes, he’s there—loud when you need a distraction, quiet when you need peace

—Kang Dae-ho

notices immediately—you’re not as talkative, your shoulders stay tense, and you flinch at the smallest touch

doesn’t say anything at first, just makes sure you know he’s there

the first time you push his hand away, his chest aches, but he doesn’t take it personall

moves slower around you, gives you space, but never makes you feel alone

when you finally tell him, his whole body stiffens—he takes a deep breath before responding

“You’re safe now. I promise.” and he means it

suggests therapy but doesn’t push—he just reminds you that healing isn’t something you have to do alone

the kind of guy who would just sit with you, letting you exist without expectations

buys you a weighted blanket, calming teas, and a self-defense keychain or something like that because he needs to do something to help

won’t let you shut yourself away from the world, but he’ll never force you into anything before you’re ready

—Kim Jun-hee

she doesn’t need to ask, she already knows.

she’s seen this happen before—to friends, to women who suddenly stop smiling the way they used to

the way you shrink away from touch, the way your voice gets softer, the way your eyes dart away—it tells her everything

she doesn’t push you to talk. instead, she adapts. Stops touching you unless you initiate. makes sure you feel safe without making a big deal of it.

when you’re ready to tell her, she just listens. tears well up in her eyes while you’re talking about it but she doesn’t let then slip— because this is about you, not her

but later, when she’s alone? she clenches her fists so hard her nails dig into her palm

starts subtly adding small comforts into your life—extra blankets, soft lights, grounding activities

reminds you every day that this wasn’t your fault. That you are still you

would 100% walk you home, make sure you’re safe, and never let you feel alone in this

she will never let anyone make you feel powerless again

—Cho Sang-woo

at first, he doesn’t catch on. he’s busy, stressed, always thinking a hundred steps ahead. but after a few days, he realizes—something’s off

you don’t meet his eyes as much. you hesitate before speaking. you flinch when he reaches for you, and that’s when it clicks

he doesn’t ask right away. he just watches, no ticing every little thing. the way you shrink into yourself, the way you stop laughing as much. it eats at him

when you finally tell him, he goes completely still. no outburst, no immediate reaction—just clenched fists and a tight jaw as he processes

he hates feeling helpless. hates that this happened to you and he couldn’t stop it. but he won’t let his emotions get in the way. you come first

starts making little adjustments without drawing attention to them. making sure you always feel safe, never pushing but always there

doesn’t touch you unless you initiate it. but the first time you lean into him, even just a little, his heart aches in a way he can’t explain

he’s not the best with words, but he’s steady. reliable. you don’t have to question if he’s staying

he’s proud of every little achievement you make and silently celebrates them, giving you the love and support you deserve

[madwomanxx]

First, I have only 2 accounts idk what the third one you're talking about is, I didn't post it, I replied to your post then decided to put it in a reblog so everyone can see it which's why I used the same exact text

You literally don't know why they're refusing to sign it, that's not a fact because they haven't spoken about it yet and the posts you showed aren't straight up accusing them of using AI either, implying yes but not straight up, if more VAs come out and share that statement I'll absolutely change my mind

We don't know the reasons why an individual VA might not sign it and your attitude towards VAs who haven't signed it is ugly, I will never agree with attacking the damn VAs for what they choose to do with this sort of stuff, they know what's best for their individual life better than either of us ever could

I will not speak about how difficult it is to join because frankly I've heard different statements, it wouldn't be the first time where the written requirements aren't as straightforward and easy as the actual applications and acceptance process, that's pretty much the case in almost everything in life unfortunately

I am not anti Union btw in case anyone wants to accuse me of that, all I said was, there can be reasons other than AI ( which btw those reasons could very well be WORSE than AI for all we know)

Edit: I've also seen people say joining the Union for some VAs can kill their career depending on how much they've built their portfolio and other factors, I'm not qualified to speak on so I suggest people search these up instead of attacking VAs for not making the jump, you can't seriously fault people for not wanting to risk their livelihood

And if a majority of the Hades cast isn't in the Union ( I don't know how many aren't) then that's recasting too many people and is a bad move in many aspect, in which case I can't fault supergiant on, if they have any reason other than this however, they're a scumbag cooperation

Hi. I love Hades and Hades 2 as much as everyone else but we NEED to make some noise because Supergiant is refusing to sign contracts with fair pay and anti-AI clauses. And they are straight up recasting VAs to punish VAs who are striking (sag-aftra has been striking for 7 months).

We really need to make noise here because this mistreatment will continue if we don't.

I'm providing a link for the company contact page in the replies. Please send them a comment on their contact page and encourage others to do so. Maybe even leave a steam review about it, idk.

[etherealrin]

ᯓ★ thinking about academic-rival!rin

“you…you’re my rival!” an angry, red-faced itoshi rin had foolishly declared in second grade, after you’d scored a perfect 100 on the latest math test—he’d only received a 98.

rin hadn’t seriously meant it back then, but you took it very much personally. over the ten years which ensued, the two of you had developed an odd dynamic. it was intense, to say the least. you took the competition very seriously, taking every advanced course your school had to offer, and rin followed right alongside you. the obvious result was matching schedules; each year you’d chosen virtually identical classes. you’d decided to hate him, and your rivalry was no secret either, with your and rin’s name always occupying two of the top three spots in class rankings. despite that, he’d never done anything to suggest dislike for you. even the teachers had taken to teasing the two of you, they seemed to love pairing the two of you for group projects, watching you both struggle to outperform the other on presentation day.

“not again,” you groan as you realize that rin was your partner. rin mirrors your displeased expression from across the classroom. your english teacher smiles at you both, thoroughly entertained.

“you two will be assigned romeo and juliet,” she says, feigning indifference. you swear she’s trying not to laugh. the rest of your class inevitably snickers: of course the two who hate each other would have a blast presenting the iconic love story!

“no, no, no, no!” you find yourself telling rin as you pace around his room, pointing at his computer then back to him, anger evident in your tone. “juliet is not stupid, she’s only trying her best to save herself from never seeing romeo again, and inevitably divorcing paris,” you exhale. of course rin couldn’t be trusted with the character analysis of juliet—he was so cold that he probably couldn’t comprehend the idea of love. in your fit of annoyance, you’d walked closer to rin, fully invading his personal space. to be precise, your faces were barely inches away, but you only continue your rant. “you probably don’t even get what love is, just let me do the analysis!” you huff, arms crossing.

you’re met with his clear azure gaze, and, weirdly, he laughs, low and melodic.

“do you really think that?” rin asks, leaning in just a bit closer, breath tickling your nose. “that i’m not capable of love?”

“well-“ you falter, unsure of your answer. and why the hell was he so close to you? why did his cologne smell infuriatingly good, was it le labo santal 33?

“why do you act like you hate me?” he whispers. there’s no hint of mockery in his voice, it’s genuine.

“because i do?” your voice shakes. you’re not even confident of that—but wasn’t he supposed to be your rival?

“hmm, but i don’t think so,” he breathes. his fingers move to ghost up your face and cup your jawline. you’re hesitant to move away; honestly, you don’t want to move. the tension in the air is thick enough to slice and you can’t help but indulge in the enigma of itoshi rin—what would be his next move?

maybe it was all just a ploy to make sure you failed english?

“here, let’s pretend you’re juliet and i’m romeo,” he says suddenly, still hovering above your face. “since you think my analysis is so bad, maybe i’m a hands-on learner.” his hand trails down your waist as he speaks, his touch dizzying. you were probably malfunctioning, because you should have seen the red lights and sirens in your head. yet you’re frozen still, all you can do is stare back stupidly wide-eyed at him, letting him slot his lips against yours and you hate how perfect he feels, how he tastes faintly like the peppermint gum that you love.

it feels like sparks rushing through your veins, you feel high on something else entirely. you feel him smirking into the kiss, like he’d known all along that you would fold the second he tried something. because you had never truly hated him, not one bit.

you give into his touch, into the kiss, as rin pulls you closer, fingers skimming through your hair. rin was the smarter one, unfortunately. he’d known that your little rivalry was only a product of misplaced feelings, because how could the second grade him tell you that he liked you, admired that you were smart?

“you win, rin,” you admit once he lets go of you, gasping for air.

“…i thought so.” he replies. “is now a good time to mention that i might’ve bribed our english teacher for this project?”

“you what?”

a/n: i never forgot when lya posted ab this omg. ooc rin probably but idc! ugh i’m sorry this isn’t the best

masterlist.

[wosov]

A tough pill to swallow - part 2

content warning:

blood (minor mention)

poor mental health

The relief you felt once you were out of Leah’s car was immediate but short-lived as you turned the corner to the changing room. You could quite clearly hear voices and although you couldn’t quite make out who they belonged to, you knew it would be too much for you to cope with. So, off you went to the bathrooms to hopefully get changed and allow yourself some time to hopefully shake out of this mood. After all, nobody deserved to be on the receiving end of that. 

Meanwhile, Leah had quickly gotten out of her car and managed to catch up with Beth and Katie. She needed advice and they seemed the best people to be able to offer that to her. So, with a deep breath she explained everything that had gone on. Your terrible mood this morning, the screaming match you had gotten into. The fact that the dark circles under your eyes made you look like you hadn’t slept in a week and that you just seemed to be getting more withdrawn by the minute. 

Katie and Beth listened intently both seeming to become just as concerned as Leah. Beyond everything, you had found a place in every single heart of your teammates with them looking out for you as one of their own. 

Katie was the first one to offer her thoughts. “Le, if i’m being honest the kid has seemed off lately.” Katie takes a deep breath before continuing on with her opinion. The seriousness in her demeanour, a stark contrast in her usual brash personality, made Leah really pause and listen. “I have to ask, do you think she is on drugs?” 

This question was not what Leah was expecting and Katie guessed it too, so she carried on trying to justify her thought.

“I mean it’s that the past few days she was really hyper and upbeat. Like unnervingly so and it… I guess it just made me wonder because I know her usual self is happy and cheeky but what I saw from her, I have only ever seen when people have been drunk or high. And now she just seems depressed and like she is going to snap at the slightest thing.” 

Katie’s words really made Leah stop and think and she hated to admit it but her theory did make a lot of sense. It would account for your strange moods and your more recent irritability. But this thought didn’t fill her with the comfort like she thought having a possible explanation would do. Instead it filled her with dread at the conversations she would have to have with not just you but the staff as well. And Katie sensed the unease building in Leah.

“Hey, I am probably wrong, y'know. It was just a thought I had, especially given how young the kid is. She may be trying to experiment or feeling pressure to fit in, I don’t know.” Katie desperately tried to make the situation better.

It was Beth that chimed in next with a sensible suggestion. “How about we all keep an eye on kiddo and ask the others if they have noticed anything before we confront her. If we go in all guns blazing then it will make the situation 10 times worse and we don’t even know what type of situation we are dealing with yet.”

Leah and Katie both agreed to that and they resumed their walk inside, mutual silence filling the air. 

After Katie had gone off to find Caitlin, Leah and Beth headed to the locker room but when they noticed you weren’t there confusion covered both of their faces. The only other logical place where you could be was the canteen and they knew you weren’t there, having passed it on the way to their current location. Leah quickly dumped her stuff into her locker before muttering to Beth that she was going to go check in the bathroom. Beth just nodded in response and began to get ready for training. It wasn’t long before Leah came back empty handed but just as they were about to start coming up with different places to search, the whistle blew signalling to the start of training. This filled Leah with worry, thinking you were going to be late for training so she didn’t know whether to be pleased or more concerned about you when she saw you were already kicking a ball about on the field away from where everyone had started to gather. 

It didn’t take long for Renee to realise this and after yelling a quick “Kiddo c’mon” you tossed the ball to the side and made your way over. All without lifting your head to meet your teammates. There were no cheeky jokes or remarks, no playful shoves or smirks. Just complete silence. 

Leah was definitely more concerned now. 

As they were nearing the end of their morning training session, the girls were in good spirits, playfully shoving each other and laughing. That was until Kyra made the decision to completely miss the social queues you were giving off and shove you. Fair enough her actions were completely innocent and on any other day you would’ve shoved her back and probably started play fighting in one way or another. But today, you weren’t expecting it and fell straight onto your front, your hands getting covered in mud as they reached out to break your fall. 

Kyra, still not picking up on your discomfort, started laughing and trying to start joking about with you. But you had well and truly snapped. Everything had suddenly come to fruition and you no longer felt in control of your own body. It all happened in an instant, one second you were on the floor the next second you had shot up from the ground before pushing Kyra over aggressively. 

As you stood over her, fists clenched and breathing heavy, you had no other feelings other than pure unfiltered anger and that anger needed a place to latch onto. Unfortunately for Kyra, it was her. 

The only other of your teammates that were in close vicinity were Laura Wienrother and Caitlin Foord and all they could think to do was watch on in shock and disbelief that your usual cheeky self would be capable of something like this. That was until Kyra (still in utter shock) managed to get back on her feet and you just completely lost it and swung at her. The action of your fist hitting Kyras face caused Laura to scream out in fear and Caitlin tried to restrain you in response. Key word being try, as you quickly fought free of her hold. However, Laura’s scream soon alerted the rest of the squad to the heated situation that was quickly unfolding back on the field and Leah had no hesitations before she was running over to grab and restrain you. She didn’t know what had happened to set you off like this, she just saw Kyra’s bloodied nose and your bloodied fist and she just took it upon herself to minimise the impact of your meltdown. 

She found herself quickly grabbing you by the waist in order to restrain you from causing any more harm to anybody else or yourself, begging you to calm down. 

As the others ran over to see what was happening, 

Kim was the one who quickly took charge of the situation. She made sure Kyra was being taken care of and had people to accompany her to the medical room before getting Katie to help Leah to restrain and calm you down. 

It took several minutes until you were no longer trying to actively claw your way out of Leah’s grip and the others weren’t sure whether you had calmed down or simply ran out of energy to carry on in your state. Either way, they were glad you seemed calmer and knew they had to get you back inside the changing room so you could clean up. But as Kim took in your current appearance she knew that would be easier said than done. 

You were currently catatonic, leaning heavily against Leah and unmoving. She was rocking you whilst whispering comforts and reassurances in your ear, although unsure whether you were actually hearing her and her arms were still securely wrapped around your small, fragile body. As if she was scared you would snap and try to flee again. Katie just watched on feeling helpless at the adamant pain you were in. 

Kim, however, was quick to nudge Katie to grab her attention so they could start coming up with a plan to get you inside and cleaned up. She took in how your small frame was starting to shiver and turn blue in the cold mud and knew they had to move fast. 

Kim and Katie swiftly formulated a plan to carry you inside and as Kim went over to explain the plan to Leah, Katie knelt down and took one of your hands into hers, stroking it gently. 

Once Leah was informed of the plan, she quickly started to move out of the way so Katie could pick you up with Kim helping Leah up from the cold mud coated ground. 

The walk back inside was surrounded by an uneasy silence. Communication was shared via somber glances and heavy sighs as Kim and Leah followed Katie from behind, with Kim casting her arm over Leah’s shoulder.

Leah felt despair watching Katie carry your fragile body indoors. She had no idea what was going on with you let alone how to fix this, All she knew was that she needed to fix this and fast.

As the people requested on the poll - ATPTS part 2 is now out.

Not fully proofread so I am sorry for any mistakes included.

As always, I love getting fic and hc requests for anything WOSO related, not just for our poor little chaos kiddo.

[buckystrutssogood]

Clint: *walks in, throws his bow onto the table in frustration* I am so sick of Bucky being good at everything

Cap: *reading his newspaper* mmhmm

Tony: I know

Clint: Seriously though, He has to have atleast one weakness? The guy almost beat me at archery, ME!!

Sam: Man, he was a sniper first

Clint: *pauses* yeah okay, but what about the rest of you guys?

Clint: *sits up* he understands everything Tony says, matches Nat and Cap in sparring even though they both have very different fighting styles and let’s not talk about how he flew with Sam’s wings for the first time the other day without a fucking problem

Sam: *scowls* knew I shouldn’t have let him

Steve: that’s not true

*everyone turns to him*

Steve: *looks up at them* he does have one weakness

Tony: *rolls his eyes* if you say it’s you…

Steve: *gives him a look* Hey Buck *smiles*

Bucky: *walking towards the table* hey

Steve: We were just talking about how great it is to have you on the team

Steve: and how you are so good at everything

Bucky: *furrows his eyebrows*

Steve: especially how you can pick up new skills so easily, and yet you remain humble about it, right guys?

Clint: yeah man, I’ll be honest, that last shot was the best I have seen so far

Clint: and the fact that you did it so easily

Steve: it’s just so inspiring *staring at him lovingly *

Bucky: *uncomfortable, shy* yeah well- yeah I- thank you

Bucky: *hurries away*

Tony: *confused* what just happened

Steve: told you he had a weakness

Steve: *going back to reading, smiling* he cant take compliments

[christinesficrecs]

hihi! you’re my fav place for sterek fic recs as i try to devour as many as possible (i just got into teen wolf this year oof). surprisingly i’m having a hard time finding “meet-ugly” fics. anything that subverts the meet-cute trope but still ends in a relationship. do you have any that fit this? 💕

Hey! Maybe these ones. 🩷

hey asshole by  cryptomoon, everchanginginks | 15.6K

The Hales moved in next door more than a year ago and while Cora and Stiles became fast friends, Stiles has yet to meet his best friend’s big brother, Derek, who’s been attending college in New York. When Derek comes home for the summer he makes less than a stellar impression. And vice versa.

Left Turn at Albuquerque by yodasyoyo | 9K

“Oh no!” Stiles yelps, springing back in alarm, and then, once he gets a better look at who he’s just doused, he whines, “Nonononononooooooooo.”

Because he has just thrown coffee over the hottest guy he’s ever seen: Tall, muscular and dressed in what must have been, pre-coffee, a white tank-top, and what are still, coffee stains notwithstanding, excruciatingly tight jeans. The guy has dark hair, piercing eyes and the sort of scruff that Stiles just wants to rub all over himself.

We Can Work from Home by  samanthahirr | 5.2K

A rom com AU in which Stiles is a massage therapist, and Derek has the wrong idea….

Shower Boyfriends by  paintedrecs | 4.7K

Derek likes sticking to his routines: they give his days structure and keep his goals on track. His carefully maintained habits have never been more important than at college, and by his second year, he’s gotten everything exactly the way he wants it. He has the ideal roommate, the best dorm on campus, and a fascinating set of classes in a schedule that lets him sleep in.

But when mysterious messages start appearing on his dorm’s shower wall, Derek can’t seem to resist searching for answers.

Listen to the Beat by amazingpages | 5.5K | Mature

Of all the things Derek thought he’d have to deal with upon moving into his new apartment, a loudly masturbating neighbor wasn’t one of them.

A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez | 7,533

Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever.

latte dick by bleepobleep | 1.8K

It’s really Derek’s luck, though, to start developing a crush on someone who apparently hates him.

We’re Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 | 6K | Mature

Derek’s roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up. And he’s taken up both sides of the room.

you love the hate that we share by bibliosexual | 5.7K

Maybe it’s petty — okay, it most definitely is — but it just irritates Stiles that the universe makes people like Derek Hale. He’s practically superhuman at lacrosse; he’s been blessed by the puberty gods with stubble and muscles on top of muscles and not a pimple in sight; he spouts off effortless monologues in Spanish class while Stiles is still struggling to remember how to say “Can you repeat that?”; he could probably make a killing as a male model; and when he asked Lydia to study with him, she said yes. Like, seriously, what the fuck.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 17.8K

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

[scoupsakakitty]

hiyaaa, i hope ur requests are open. just wanted to ask if you could make a 14th member fic where the reader is the youngest and getting hated on by the fans because she is chubby/curvy. Thanks! Hope you're doing well

Standing Together | Seventeen x 14thMember | angst, fluff

tw: Bodyshaming, Fatphobia

The atmosphere in the room was lighthearted and filled with laughter. Seventeen had gone live to spend time with their fans, just casually chatting and goofing around like they always did. Y/N sat between Seungkwan and Joshua, comfortably leaning against the couch as she reached for a few snacks from the table in front of them. She munched happily, not thinking twice about it as the members continued their playful banter.

"Y/N, don't eat all of them!" Dino whined, reaching over to snatch a chip from her hand, only for her to move it away last second.

"Survival of the fittest, Chan," she teased with a smirk before popping the chip into her mouth.

The others laughed, Hoshi dramatically pretending to faint. "Aigoo, our youngest girl has become ruthless!" he exclaimed.

"She's been like this since day one," Minghao pointed out with a chuckle. "We just keep letting it slide."

Y/N grinned, reaching for another snack, oblivious to the shift in the comments. It wasn’t until she glanced at her phone that she noticed them—harsh words filling the chat, mean-spirited comments targeting her. At first, she tried to ignore them, forcing herself to focus on the playful atmosphere in the room, but they kept coming.

‘How can she eat so much so casually?’ ‘She should really watch what she eats. She’s already fat enough.’ ‘Why hasn’t HYBE forced her to lose weight yet?’ ‘She should go on a diet instead of stuffing her face with unhealthy food.’ ‘Weird how the company hasn’t kicked her out yet.’

Her stomach twisted, the joy of the moment slowly slipping away. She bit her lip, her fingers hesitating before scrolling past those comments, pretending she hadn’t seen them. Instead, she read out a different comment.

"Someone asked what our favorite songs on the new album are!" she said, forcing a cheerful tone.

The members, none the wiser, immediately jumped in with their answers. Joshua started talking about his favorite track, Woozi explaining the production process behind one of the songs, and Vernon adding his own thoughts. Y/N nodded along, smiling as if nothing was wrong. But Seungkwan, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in her demeanor.

She wasn’t as quick to laugh. Her usual playful energy had dimmed, her responses becoming more muted. His eyes narrowed slightly in concern. Then, when he glanced at her phone, he saw the way her fingers hesitated over the screen, saw the flicker of emotion in her eyes.

Without thinking, Seungkwan reached out and gently took the phone from her hands. "Let me see for a second," he said, pretending it was casual, but his eyes immediately scanned the chat. The moment he registered the words, his heart dropped.

“Yah,” he mumbled, his usual bright expression darkening.

“What?” Joshua asked, leaning in slightly.

Seungkwan didn’t answer. Instead, Seungcheol, having caught the shift in energy, moved closer, glancing at the phone over Seungkwan’s shoulder. His jaw clenched. Without hesitation, he took the phone from Seungkwan’s hands, his eyes hard as he read through the cruel messages.

“Seriously?” he muttered under his breath before looking up, his expression unreadable.

The other members, sensing something was wrong, quieted. The playful atmosphere disappeared as all eyes turned to Seungcheol.

“What’s going on?” Jeonghan asked, his usual laid-back tone laced with concern.

Seungcheol didn’t hesitate. He turned the phone so everyone could see, his voice firm. “Look at what some people are saying about Y/N.”

There was a beat of silence. Then the reactions came immediately.

“What the hell?” Vernon frowned, shifting closer to get a better look.

“Are you kidding me?” Hoshi’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

“Who do these people think they are?” Mingyu scoffed, his expression darkening.

Y/N shrunk into herself, suddenly regretting not keeping the phone to herself. "Guys, it's not a big deal—"

“It is a big deal,” Seungcheol interrupted, his tone sharp but not directed at her. He turned his attention back to the camera, his leader mode fully activated. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge of anger underneath. “To everyone who thinks it’s okay to say things like this—who do you think you are?”

The members fell silent as their leader spoke, letting him take the reins.

“You sit behind your screens and type out hateful comments like they mean nothing, but do you even think about the person you’re talking about? Do you think about how your words affect someone?” Seungcheol’s voice remained steady, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. “Y/N is our member. She is part of Seventeen, and we are not going to let anyone disrespect her.”

Jeonghan leaned forward, his usual soft demeanor replaced with something far more serious. “If you have the time to comment something like that, maybe use it to reflect on yourself instead.”

“If you think like this, you can leave,” Minghao added bluntly. “We don’t need people like you here.”

“You’re not welcome in our lives if you’re going to spread hate like this,” DK said, his usual bright tone gone.

Seungkwan turned back to Y/N, his expression softer now. “Don’t let them get to you,” he said gently, his voice full of genuine care. “They’re just faceless people hiding behind a screen. They don’t know you. They don’t know how amazing you are.”

The other members immediately nodded in agreement.

“You don’t have to read any more comments,” Joshua added, taking the phone from Seungcheol and setting it aside.

“We’ll handle this together,” Wonwoo said simply, his tone calm but firm.

Y/N felt a lump in her throat. She hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it, but seeing how much her members cared, how they all came to her defense without hesitation, made her feel incredibly grateful.

“Thank you,” she murmured, a small smile forming on her lips. “Really.”

Seungcheol reached over, ruffling her hair. “Always.”

The atmosphere in the room wasn’t as light as before, but there was warmth—warmth in the way they all looked at her, warmth in the way they stood by her side. Seventeen wasn’t just a group. They were family. And no amount of hateful comments could ever change that.

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A little reminder: No one has the right to make you feel less than you are. Your body is yours, and it is beautiful the way it is. Don’t let anyone’s words define your worth. You deserve to eat, to enjoy life, and to love yourself without fear of judgment. If anyone tries to bring you down, remember: their words say more about them than they ever will about you. You are enough, just as you are. 🩵

[matchalovertrait]

Blackout!! Is this an advantage or disadvantage???

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

Previous | Next

DULCE: Tch, there’s that stupid red car he mentioned the day he stole my notebook.

[Antonio surveyed the surroundings.]

ANTONIO: A Grogu?

DULCE: You want it? Take it. Clearly he doesn’t really want it if it’s over here. He took something that wasn’t his anyway.

ANTONIO: We could make it look like a robbery. Then he wouldn’t be so suspicious of one missing notebook that happens to be yours. Throw the old plan out the window.

[Dulce laughed.]

DULCE: Ah, now I see how you win so many cases!

ANTONIO: Shh, don’t tell anyone.

[The garage was suddenly getting stuffy! Must’ve been the lack of windows. Dulce had sense of urgency to get out of there as soon as possible.]

DULCE: Oh wait, this looks like one of the boxes he carried out of my place when he moved out.

ANTONIO: I’ll look at these other boxes and bins.

[Their real plan was to switch out the real notebook with a fake, blank replica. Was it still wrong to have Caruso wonder if he only imagined a filled-out notebook? Yeah, probably... but the idea was for Caruso to be more occupied with that instead of the break-in itself.]

DULCE: Ugh, nothing yet.

ANTONIO: And time is ticking.

PARTGOER: Are you guys in line for the bathroom?

DULCE: Oh, I just got out! Go ahead.

PARTGOER: Oh, thanks!

DULCE: Victoria.

PARTYGOER: Huh?

DULCE: My name is Victoria.

PARTGOER: Oh! Thanks, Victoria.

DULCE: Don’t look at me like that! I haven’t had a chance to use my “disguise name” yet.

ANTONIO: That’s fair.

DULCE: What’s your disguise name?

ANTONIO: Antonio. My real name is the last one they’d think I use.

DULCE: Hmm.. Not bad. Anyway, we gotta move.

[Dulce spoke into the earpiece.]

DULCE: Fuego, Chaparro. We need to go upstairs.

MATTHEW: You sure you’re ready to head back into that crowd?

GUILLERMO: You need to get past that to get to the staircase.

DULCE: We have no other choice.

GUILLERMO: You guys should hold hands. For safety.

DULCE: I’m not up for your games right now. Take this more seriously.

GUILLERMO: Y’know, I gotta give you credit. You’ve always been terrible at whispering, but you seem to be finally doing it now that you’re on this mission.

DULCE: Duh, we’re in enemy territory.

ANTONIO: Is Caruso still in the backyard?

MATTHEW: Yeah, he keeps getting phone calls, but the coast is clear. I’d hurry if I were you guys.

[Suddenly, the power went out, making the music stop and the people chatter in confusion.]

PARTYGOER: Is this part of the party?

PARTYGOER #2: Has anyone seen my left shoe?

PARTYGOER #3: I’m scared of the dark!!

PARTYGOER #4: YO! Where’s the music???

PARTYGOER #5: This sucks, I’m heading home.

MATTHEW: Uhhh, Dulce. We don’t have access to the cameras anymore. We can’t see anything... so, we don’t know where Caruso is anymore.

GUILLERMO: AHHHHH!! I can’t see anymore—literally and figuratively!!

CARUSO: Sorry party people! We’ll try to get the power back on. Please give us a sec.

DULCE: Oh no...

[olderthannetfic]

It's interesting to me how much centrism is shaped by basing it around American politics. Like, yeah no shit you can't have a proper discussion around centrist ideas when you do it based on a bi-partisan system, regardless of your own countries political system.

I remember when I was younger, and the UScentrism outside the US wasn't so intense yet.* Centrism would describe a middle road between parties on the same side, or the few occasions a right or left leaning party had an overlapping point they agreed on. *Seriously people where I live know more about US politics than local politics, it's embarrassing.

If you had to choose between two left leaning parties, and you didn't agree with party A because of one point, but left party B did it in a way you agreed with, then that would be seen as a form of "centrism". When it came to left and right having a common point, it was also obviously called centrism. I think there was a specific term added on depending on which type it was, but generally that's what it was.

No "50% of babies in a woodchipper".

--

[rylem33]

Blackwood Forest

Lena leaned against the iron railing of her balcony, feeling the warm city breeze. She was a city girl and loved the tall buildings and crowded sidewalks. The chaos of it all was familiar and comforting.

She exhaled. What the hell am I doing?

The packed duffel bag sat by her front door. In less than an hour, she’d be driving out of the city, away from all of this. No traffic, no bars, no late-night takeout spots. Just trees. Dirt. Sleeping outside like some kind of wilderness lunatic.

She checked her phone again. No texts from Megan yet. Not that she expected any. Megan had probably been up since dawn, already setting up camp like the nature-obsessed lunatic she was.

Lena sighed and went inside. Megan’s words echoed in her mind.

“You need this.”

Maybe she did.

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An hour later she grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, took one last look at her city skyline, and locked the door behind her.

Lena adjusted her sunglasses and leaned back against the headrest, watching the city skyline shrink in her rearview mirror. The highway stretched out ahead of her. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. 

Camping. In the woods. For an entire weekend. It was something she never thought she’d do, but when Megan had called her up out of nowhere, it had been impossible to say no.

“Come on, Lena! It’s been forever, and you need this. Fresh air, no cell service.” Megan had let out a mischievous laugh. “No distractions.”

Lena had laughed, rolling her eyes. “You say that like I won’t have a panic attack without WiFi.”

“It’ll be good for you,” Megan had insisted. “Besides, when was the last time you saw actual stars?”

And now, here she was, an hour outside the city, winding through country roads that seemed to pull her deeper into the wilderness.

She glanced at her phone on the passenger seat. She had barely one bar of signal left. Well, guess we’re really doing this.

She hadn’t seen Megan in over a year. Life had a way of pulling people in different directions, and Megan had always been the adventurous one, while Lena was more… well, comfortable in her routines. But she missed her.

Lena turned onto a dirt road, following the directions Megan had sent her. The road was rougher than she expected, her car bouncing slightly as she maneuvered around potholes.

Ahead, a small clearing opened up, and there was Megan, leaning against an old Jeep, arms crossed, with that same knowing smirk..

Lena grinned, parking beside her. She barely had time to unbuckle before Megan was pulling open the driver’s side door.

“Well, well,” Megan teased. “Look who finally left the city.”

Lena rolled her eyes, stepping out. “Try not to die of shock.”

Megan laughed, pulling her into a tight hug. “You have no idea how happy I am you came.”

Lena hugged her back, smiling despite herself.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Lena had to admit that despite her doubts, the day had been… nice.

Megan had done most of the work setting up camp, of course, while Lena provided moral support in the form of handing her tent poles and asking a million questions about “how the hell people live like this.”

“Seriously, Meg, this is a lot of effort just to sleep outside,” Lena huffed, watching her friend hammer in the last stake.

Megan smirked. “You act like I’m making you start a fire with sticks.”

“I wouldn’t know how to start a fire with sticks,” Lena shot back.

Megan just laughed, shaking her head.

They spent the rest of the afternoon catching up, lounging by the small creek near their campsite. Megan shared stories about her travels, about the weird people she met in hostels, about the time she nearly got stranded in Iceland. Lena, in turn, regaled her with city drama like bad dates, annoying neighbors, the new coffee shop she was pretty sure was laundering money.

It felt good. Like no time had passed since they last saw each other.

By the time night fell, Megan had a small fire going. The air was crisp, and the sky was huge out here, no buildings to block the view. Stars stretched forever.

Lena felt small beneath them.

Maybe Megan had been right. Maybe she did need this.

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The sound woke Lena first.

A low, unnatural hum, like a whisper moving through the trees. It was faint, but insistent, crawling along her spine and pulling her out of sleep.

She blinked in the darkness, disoriented. The inside of the tent was pitch black.

Then Megan stirred beside her. “Did you hear that?”

Lena swallowed. “Yeah.”

The hum grew louder, vibrating through the ground beneath them. Then they heard a snap.

Something outside the tent.

Then another.

Lena shot up. “Nope. Nope. Not doing this.”

Lena barely had time to react before Megan was unzipping the tent in a frenzy, her flashlight gripped in her shaking hand.

A rush of cold air hit them as they stumbled out into the night.

The fire had burned low, casting long shadows. The trees loomed like silent sentinels, unmoving.

Megan screamed.

Lena spun toward her, heart slamming against her ribs.

Megan’s face was pale, eyes wide with something between terror and confusion. She was pointing.

At her.

“Lena, your hair!”

Lena froze. “What?”

Megan took an unsteady step closer, lifting the flashlight. The beam of light caught the strands of Lena’s hair, and her stomach dropped.

It wasn’t brown anymore.

Pink.

Not just a little, not like some weird lighting trick. Her entire head of hair was vividly pink.

Lena’s breath hitched. “No. No, that’s not possible.”

She ran her hands through it, but it was real. It was real.

Megan grabbed her shoulders. “What the hell is happening?”

Lena couldn’t answer. Her heart was pounding too fast.

The hum was gone now. The woods were silent.

Lena forced herself to breathe. “Okay. Okay. There’s a reason for this….right?”

Megan let out a sharp laugh. “A reason? Lena, your hair changed color! That’s not normal! That’s just. That’s not okay!”

Lena exhaled shakily. “We need to call someone.”

Megan nodded, fumbling for her phone. Lena did the same.  They wouldn’t power on.

Megan’s breathing turned ragged. “Okay. Okay. No big deal. We’ll just…just get in the car and go back to town.”

Lena nodded quickly. “Yeah. Right. Let’s go.”

They sprinted toward their cars, kicking up dirt as they ran. Megan threw open the driver’s side door of her Jeep, and turned the key.

Nothing. Not even a click.

Lena ran to her car and tried.  Nothing.

Megan’s stomach twisted.

Lena’s voice was shaking now. “No. No, no, no. Start, dammit!” She turned the key again. The engine didn’t even try.

Their cars were dead.

They were stuck.

Lena swallowed the lump in her throat.

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Lena hadn’t slept.

She sat in the tent, arms wrapped around Megan, who had eventually drifted off, exhaustion overtaking her fear. The fire had long since burned out, leaving nothing but the cold and the endless stretch of darkness surrounding them.

But Lena couldn’t close her eyes.

Her head ached—pounded—with a slow, pulsing pain that refused to fade. Every heartbeat sent a wave of pressure through her skull.

She wanted to panic. She should have been panicking.

But somehow, she felt calm. The presence of the forest kept her calm.

She didn’t understand it.

The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. The distant chirp of birds signaled the slow approach of dawn. 

When the first light of morning crept through the trees, Lena gently untangled herself from Megan and stood. The cool ground beneath her felt real in a way she couldn’t explain.

Even though she hadn’t slept, she felt awake. Energized.

She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself from the unease curling in her stomach.

She walked over to her car, pressing her palm against the hood before trying the ignition.

Nothing. Again, not even a click.

Okay. Okay, so the cars still weren’t working. She heard a rustling behind her.

She turned just as Megan stirred, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Then Megan looked up. And screamed. Again.

Lena’s breath caught in her throat. What was it this time?

Megan scrambled backward, eyes locked on her in wide, unfiltered fear.

“Lena. Lena, your…” Megan’s voice cracked.

Lena frowned. “What?”

Megan pointed with a trembling hand. “Your head!”

Lena lifted a hand instinctively and then she felt it. Her fingers ran over something smooth and hard, arching from her scalp.

No.

No, no, no, that wasn’t right.

Her breath came faster, heart hammering against her ribs. She felt the shape of two curved, solid horns growing from her skull.

Panic seized her chest. She turned to the car’s side mirror, leaning in close.

Her face was still her face, but the delicate pink waves of her hair were framed by the unmistakable rise of horns. Black. Solid. Impossible.

Her hands trembled as she touched them again, as if feeling them a second time would make them disappear.

Megan’s voice yanked her back.

“Lena, what the hell is going on?!”

“I don’t know,” Lena whispered. Her throat was dry, her mind racing.

Her head throbbed again. She should have been spiraling. She should have been screaming right alongside Megan.

But then the wind shifted, and the rustling trees filled her ears again and the panic… eased. Not completely, but enough.

Lena inhaled shakily, grounding herself in the sensation of the earth beneath her bare feet, the crisp morning air filling her lungs. The forest around them was vast, endless. So much bigger than her fear.

It didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense.

But one thing was certain, they were stuck and something was very wrong with Blackwood.

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Lena sat on the log, staring at her hands.  Megan sat beside her, silent for a long time before finally speaking.

“I’m going to look for help.”

Lena didn’t respond right away. She knew it made sense. She knew Megan was right. They couldn’t just stay here, hoping something would magically fix itself. But she had a hard time leaving this site.

“I’ll stay in case someone comes. We don’t want to miss them.”

Megan turned toward her, hesitant. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”

Lena nodded again, forcing a small, reassuring smile.

Megan didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t argue.

Lena watched her disappear into the trees and sat in the silence.

The forest breathed around her, the air thick with something alive.

Lena clenched her fists, willing herself to focus. She needed to stay put. She needed to wait for Megan, but her feet twitched. The wind seemed to call her name. The earth hummed beneath her, inviting, pulling.

Lena dug her nails into her palms. Stay here. Don’t move.

Her body ached. A deep, restless hunger unfurled inside her, twisting through her bones. She felt wrong sitting still. Like she was fighting something bigger than herself. Like she was meant to enter the woods. To become.

She gritted her teeth, gripping the log beneath her, grounding herself. The pull was so strong. Her breath came fast, ragged. Maybe she should go just a little deeper into the trees. Just to feel the earth beneath her feet, to breathe the air properly.

No!

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself not to move.

Even as the forest whispered.

Even as she felt herself slipping.

Time passed and Lena’s breathing slowed. The ache in her bones, the restless energy surging through her was growing with each passing moment.

She stood up and scanned the campsite and felt repulsed.

The tent. The cars. The scattered gear.

Litter. Trash!

The tent sagged against the dirt, its synthetic fabric an ugly stain against the forest floor. The cooler sat open, plastic wrappers spilling onto the ground. The cars…these hulking, useless machines…were dead things in a living world.

It was wrong. All of it was wrong.

Heat rose in her chest. Her fingers curled into fists.

They had polluted this place. They had invaded it.

Lena’s nails bit into her palms. A low and guttural growl rumbled in her throat.

They needed to leave.

These things needed to be eradicated.

The tent. The cars. The unnatural, foreign filth.

Her lips curled, breath shaky. She wanted to tear it all down. Burn it. Rip it apart. Erase every trace of it.

Her muscles tensed. Her pulse pounded.

She wanted to. She needed to.

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Megan stumbled through the underbrush, branches snapping under her boots as she ran. Her chest burned, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

She had been so sure she would find help. A road, a ranger station…something. But there was nothing.

No signs of other people. No trails leading out. Just the endless stretch of trees, thick and suffocating, pressing in on all sides.

And now she was back. She broke through the treeline and froze. The campsite was gone.

The tent lay in tatters, ripped open like an animal had torn through it. The cooler was shattered, its contents strewn across the ground. But the worst. The worst was the cars.

Both vehicles were wrecked. Dented, scratched, crushed like something massive had stomped them down. The windshields were shattered, the doors twisted at unnatural angles.

Megan’s stomach lurched. “What… what happened?” she whispered.

Then she saw her. Lena stood at the center of the destruction, her bare feet sinking into the earth like she was part of it.

Her pink hair was wild, cascading over her shoulders, glowing under the dim forest light. Her horns had grown, thick and curved like an animal’s. Her skin shimmered, luminous and inhuman.

And her wings. Dark, leathery things unfurled behind her, stretching.

Her eyes were black pits with only the faintest glimmer of something else lurking beneath.

Something hungry.

Megan gasped. “Lena…?”

Lena tilted her head, studying her like one might a dying thing on the side of the road.

Megan swallowed hard. “We… we need to go.”

Lena’s lips curled into something that wasn’t a smile.

“I am home.”

Megan took a slow step back. “No, this isn’t you. You’re not…”

“I was,” Lena cut in, voice smooth, sharp. “But she’s gone now.”

Megan’s heart pounded against her ribs.

Lena took a step forward.

“The forest showed me the truth.” Lena’s voice was calm, but firm. “We were never supposed to be here. Humans. Destroyers. You taint the land.”

Megan’s breath hitched. “Lena… listen to yourself.”

Lena took a slow step forward.

“I am listening,” she said. “I hear it. The trees, the roots, the very earth beneath us. This place was never meant for people like you.”

Megan clenched her fists, fighting the shake in her hands. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, but I’m your friend.”

Lena’s face darkened.

“No.” She tilted her head, those blackened eyes narrowing. “You’re an invader.”

Megan stepped back, her foot crunching over broken branches. “We came here together. We didn’t mean to do anything wrong!”

Lena laughed softly, almost pitying. “That’s what they always say. We didn’t mean to pollute. We didn’t mean to destroy.” She gestured to the ruins of their campsite. “But you do. You consume. You build. You take and take and take.”

“Lena, please,” she whispered, voice cracking.

Lena inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, like she was drinking in the air. When they reopened, something feral flickered behind them.

“The air is cleaner without your machines,” she mused. “The earth is softer without your footsteps.”

Megan’s heart pounded. “You can’t stay out here!”

Lena smirked. “Watch me.”

Megan shook her head frantically. “No, no, no—this isn’t you!”

Lena’s eyes sharpened.

Megan backed away. She had lost her best friend. What stood in front of her was primal. Dangerous.

Lena watched her move, her expression unreadable.

“You want to run,” Lena murmured. “I can smell it.”

Megan’s breath hitched.

“Fear,” Lena mused, stepping closer. “The kind that animals feel when they know they’re about to die.”

Megan turned to run, but Lena was faster.

A blur of movement. A rush of wind.

Megan barely had time to scream before Lena pounced.

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⋆.˚ chapter vii: every breath you take ᝰ.ᐟ

previously on: 🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️

Dustin nodded. “Agreed. Let’s regroup at Family Video tomorrow. I’ll dig around for old newspaper records, maybe find something in the library. Robin, you can help me.”

“Oh, yay,” Robin deadpanned. “More dusty books and creepy government secrets.”

Steve ignored her, turning to you. “You okay?”

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Just… processing.”

He didn’t believe you. But he didn’t push. “C’mon, I’ll drive you to Robin's.”

The four of them tried to lighten up the atmosphere in the car for a bit. As for you, you tried to joined as wel but failed. There's a thought that kept on lingering on yoru head... or at least an image that is stuck in your head. A flicker of movement. A shadow shifting in the broken windows of the factory

You knew you weren’t alone. And something told you that this wasn’t over yet. But for you and your new friend's own safety, you just stayed silent.

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The car ride back was filled with noise, but not the kind that put you at ease. Robin and Dustin were going back and forth in the backseat, their voices rising and falling in a rhythm so familiar that, on any other night, you might have laughed. But tonight, it was all just background noise—static against the thoughts racing through your mind. You barely registered the blur of streetlights streaking past outside, the low hum of the radio, or even the weight of Steve’s occasional glances in your direction. Because no matter how much you tried to push it down, your mind was still stuck on what you had seen at the factory.

That flicker of movement. That shifting shadow in the broken window. That feeling crawling up the back of your neck, cold and insistent, like someone had been watching you from just beyond the edges of the darkness. And the worst part? It wasn’t just fear. It was recognition. Something in you knew that whatever had been there, whatever had been watching, was far from done with you. You told yourself you should speak up, should tell the others what you saw, but every time you opened your mouth, the words caught in your throat. You didn’t know how to explain it. Didn’t know if you even wanted to. Because once you said it out loud, once you gave it a name, it would become real.

Steve’s voice broke through the haze, low and careful. “You’re awfully quiet,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road, though you could tell he was watching you from the corner of his vision. “Not like you.”

You blinked, forcing yourself to focus, to act normal. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous habit.”

You huffed a laugh, but it came out weaker than you intended. “Wow. Thanks, Steve.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” he shot back, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve seen you overthink things so hard you practically short-circuit.”

“I do not short-circuit,” you argued, sitting up a little straighter.

Steve scoffed, but the teasing edge in his voice softened. “Alright, well… you got that ‘I-just-saw-a-ghost’ look on your face, so… wanna share with the class?”

You hesitated. You could tell him. You should tell him. But there was something about the way he was looking at you—really looking at you—that made you pause. Because if you said it, if you admitted to what you saw, you knew he’d take it seriously. He wouldn’t brush it off or call you paranoid. He’d believe you. And somehow, that made it worse. So instead, you shook your head. “It’s nothing. Just… the whole time travel, Upside Down, possibly-destroying-the-space-time-continuum thing. Y’know. No big deal.”

Steve let out a slow exhale, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yeah, okay, well… I don’t buy that, but I’ll let it slide for now.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue.

When he finally pulled up outside Robin’s house, the atmosphere in the car had shifted just slightly. The conversation in the backseat had moved onto some ridiculous theory Dustin was cooking up, something about time loops and paradoxes, but you weren’t really listening. Your fingers absentmindedly traced the cool surface of the pocket watch in your lap, the weight of it grounding and unsettling all at once.

Robin shoved the car door open, stretching dramatically. “God, finally. I swear, if I have to hear another word about ‘wibbly-wobbly time stuff,’ I’m going to walk straight into the Upside Down myself.”

“I’m just saying,” Dustin insisted, gathering his stack of newspapers and notes, “there’s a chance that Y/N’s already been here before, and we just don’t remember because-”

“Nope. No. I refuse,” Robin said, already halfway to the front door.

You, however, were still staring out at the quiet street, a chill creeping down your spine. That feeling of being watched hadn’t gone away. It was still there, pressing in around the edges, like something just beyond your line of sight was waiting for you to slip up.

Steve noticed.

Before you could step out of the car, his hand caught your wrist, his fingers warm and solid against your skin. The contact sent a jolt through you—not from shock, not entirely, but from the way it lingered, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. When you turned to look at him, his brows were furrowed, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

“Get some rest, alright?” His voice was quieter now, softer. “Tomorrow’s probably gonna be a lot.”

It was such a simple thing, but the way he said it, the way his hand hesitated before finally letting go, made something tighten in your chest.

You nodded. “Yeah. You too.”

Steve gave you a half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and then he was gone, headlights disappearing down the street. But even as you stepped inside Robin’s house, even as you lay awake staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. You just weren’t sure what.

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Morning in Hawkins had that same slow, sleepy quality that made it easy to forget the kind of things that lurked beneath the surface. The sun was already high by the time you made your way to Family Video, casting long streaks of golden light across the parking lot. The air was warm but carried the lingering chill of the night before, like the shadows hadn’t quite burned away yet. As you stepped inside, the familiar scent of old VHS tapes and stale popcorn greeted you—something oddly comforting despite the tension simmering just beneath your skin.

Dustin was already there, hunched over the counter with newspapers and books spread out like some kind of war strategist planning his next move. His expression was one of intense focus, muttering to himself as he flipped through pages, occasionally scribbling down notes on a crumpled piece of paper. Robin, meanwhile, was perched on a stool beside him, head resting against her hand, lazily flipping through an old yearbook like she was only half-invested in whatever rabbit hole Dustin was currently diving into.

Steve, on the other hand, was doing what Steve did best—leaning against the counter, looking bored out of his mind. His arms were crossed over his chest, eyes flicking toward the front door every few minutes like he was searching for an excuse to escape. The second he saw you walk in, though, something shifted in his expression. It was subtle, the way his shoulders relaxed just a little, the way the corners of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly. Like he had been waiting for you.

“Finally,” he sighed, pushing himself upright. “Thought maybe you got lost in time again or something.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite to it. “Ha-ha. Hilarious.”

Robin perked up at your arrival, snapping the yearbook shut. “Oh, thank God. Maybe now Dustin will stop ranting about time loops for five seconds.”

“I was not ranting,” Dustin argued, not even looking up from his notes. “I was explaining—”

“You were monologuing,” Steve cut in, moving aside so you could get a look at the mess on the counter. “And I hate to break it to you, dude, but nobody here speaks fluent nerd.”

Dustin let out an exaggerated groan but still didn’t lift his head. “Fine. Whatever. Since some people don’t appreciate my genius, I’ll just get straight to the point.” He grabbed one of the newspapers, smacked it onto the counter, and jabbed at the headline with his finger. “Boom. There. That’s what we should be focusing on.”

The paper was old—yellowed at the edges, the ink slightly faded—but the headline was still readable. “Clockworks of Hawkins: A Town Legacy or a Hidden Mystery?” The article was dated 1960, which was already weird enough, but it was the accompanying photo that made your stomach tighten.

It was a black-and-white image of the factory. The same factory where you had activated the watch. The same factory where something—someone—had been watching you.

Your breath hitched as your eyes drifted lower, focusing on the reflection in one of the factory windows. It was barely there, just a smudge of distorted darkness, but you knew that shape. You had seen it the night before, flickering in the broken glass, lurking just beyond reach.

Steve must have noticed your reaction because, before you could even form words, his hand was on your shoulder. The warmth of it grounded you, steadying the sudden spike of panic rising in your chest. “Hey,” he murmured, voice low. “You good?”

You didn’t answer right away, still staring at the newspaper, at the eerie familiarity of that shadowy figure. “This… this is where it started,” you finally whispered, your voice quieter than you intended. “Whatever’s happening… whatever’s connected to the watch… it started here.”

Silence settled over the group, the weight of your words sinking in.

Robin was the first to break it. “Okay, so—crazy thought,” she said, gesturing wildly. “What if this whole thing isn’t just about time travel? What if the Upside Down is, like, bleeding into it somehow? Like, what if we’re not just dealing with a time machine, but an actual supernatural time bomb?”

Dustin snapped his fingers. “Exactly what I was saying earlier!”

Steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Great. So not only are we dealing with some messed-up time-travel paradox, but now we’ve got the Upside Down getting involved? Fantastic. Totally love that for us.”

Your fingers tightened around the pocket watch in your lap, the weight of it heavier than before. “If the Upside Down is involved,” you said slowly, “then that means whatever was watching us last night… it might not be human.”

That shut everyone up real quick.

Robin’s face twisted in discomfort. “Cool, cool, love that, definitely not terrifying at all.”

Dustin, however, seemed more fascinated than afraid. “Which means the watch isn’t just some regular artifact. It’s tied to all of this—Hawkins, the factory, the Upside Down. It’s a freaking key.”

“A key to what?” Steve asked, clearly exasperated.

Dustin hesitated. “That’s… what we have to figure out.”

The room fell into another heavy silence, and for a moment, all you could hear was the distant hum of the store’s old air conditioning unit. It was unsettling, the realization that this wasn’t just about you being trapped in the past anymore. It was bigger than that. Bigger than all of you.

Steve sighed and pushed away from the counter. “Alright, fine. Guess that means we’re going back to the creepy-ass factory, huh?”

Robin threw her hands up. “Of course we are.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the way your pulse had quickened.

This was just the beginning. And something told you that once you stepped back into that factory, there would be no turning back.

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I AHATREEEE THAT WIFIES WAS SO UNIMPORTANT TO MOST OF THE SERVER THAT PEOPLE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE HIS DEATH MESSAGE this is the main thing ive been crashing out over for the past month or however long ago doomsday was. people dont even know the beacons were his idea, some people who are mainly in the other mcs povs probably dont even know how important wifies was to parrot (im lying about canon a bit shhhhh wifies WAS that important to parrot 🌀🌀) because parrot DOESNT SHOW IT OR TALK AHOUTBIT EVER. his death was so quick and it went so unnoticed im gonqa. throu up. leaves my word vomit in your inbox and dies

that's why I say that I feel like Wifies's death felt like he was being punished by the narrative as a whole. i seriously am floored that nobody even raises an eyebrow at his death message in chat. the chat is clearly supposed be used and seen by all the characters, we're not meant to ignore it and neither are the characters. nobody openly mourning Wifies outside of Parrot (which even then his mourning is divisive) and Wato's very brief appearance feels like a punishment. it feels like the story is saying nobody cares, and what are you gonna do about it?

and I've seen the argument that like. there wasn't a lot of time. there were so many things happening and no time to add more mourning for Wifies. and my answer to that is: that's a symptom of poor pacing. as a storyteller, it's your job to pace and time everything satisfyingly. and to me, there's no reason why there couldn't have been five more minutes. why couldn't there have been an extended scene at some point with Wato and Parrot? Why couldn't there have been 5 minutes of Ken looking for Wifies and finding out through Parrot that he died? ten extra minutes on a nearly 4 hr video means nothing time wise. nobody was going to decide to not watch it because it was 3:46 hrs long instead of 3:36 hrs.

in plain terms: if we spend nearly as much time with a side character as we do with a main character, then there needs to be a proportional response to that side character's death. time is a currency in storytelling. if you spend time somewhere or with someone, you put your "money" into it by developing it. and then, the audience accepts the expectation set by the time they spend: This Person Is Important, You Should Treat Them As Such. you would never waste time developing an irrelevant thing. and yet, when the audience does treat that character as important, they're then mocked for doing so. why are you so disappointed with how little time was giving to mourning this side character? they're not a main character.

so the narrative punishes c!Wifies with irrelevancy; no one knows who he was, he was never developed outside of being obsessed with Parrot, and a whole a person and a half mourned his death after a full season of a show. and then the audience is punished for caring by not getting emotional catharsis for the death of a character they were told to care for.

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Grown Woman 5

Tama Tonga x Black OC

Summary: 30-year-old Tahiry has always been seen as a baby and underestimated by those around her. When tragedy strikes and her best friend passes away, Tahiry is suddenly thrust into the role of legal guardian for her young goddaughter, Harmony. As she navigates the challenges of motherhood and responsibility, Tahiry begins to transform into a woman of depth and resilience. Yet, it’s only Tama, who truly notices the changes in her.

Amidst the chaos of the WWE event, there was a moment of tension brewing, one that wasn’t related to the wrestling but to something far more personal.

Tam's eyes were scanning the crowd. He was tall and imposing, with the kind of presence that demanded attention, a sharp contrast to the chaos around him. His gaze was sharp, intent on something or someone across the room.

There, standing a few feet away, was Logan Paul, the social media influencer turned WWE personality. Logan was talking animatedly to Tahiry, and Tama's protective instincts kicked in. He watched them closely, noting the way Logan seemed to corner Tahiry, speaking with an almost overbearing confidence.

Logan had always been a character who thrived on attention, the kind of person who was comfortable in the spotlight, and right now, he was taking it too far for Tama's liking. His words were like smooth honey as he asked Tahiry to work for him. It wasn't a suggestion; it was more of an offer with an underlying expectation. His eyes gleamed with a mix of arrogance and calculated interest. "You could work for me, you know," Logan said smoothly. "I could elevate your career, and give you the exposure you deserve."

Tama's blood began to simmer. What did he mean by that? His fists clenched at his sides as he stalked forward, closing the distance between them with a determined pace. Tahiry, who had once been a fierce force in her own right, didn’t seem to be taking Logan’s words too seriously, but the offer was an intrusion that he couldn’t ignore.

Tahiry shook her head, her expression calm yet firm. "No thanks," she said. Her voice was steady, but Tama could sense the hint of discomfort in her demeanor. She had said no, but Logan wasn’t taking the hint.

"You can turn me down, but I can help you go places you’ve never imagined," Logan insisted, his tone almost patronizing. He was used to getting what he wanted, and it seemed that no amount of rejection could humble him.

At that moment, Tama stepped in, his presence casting a shadow over Logan’s words. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice low but laced with a simmering fury. He didn’t want to let Logan’s words slide. He needed to know exactly what Logan thought he could offer Tahiry that was worth more than her self-worth, more than the respect she had for herself.

Logan turned his gaze toward Tama, sizing him up as if he were something of no consequence. His smirk grew wider, eyes flicking from Tama to Tahiry before making a comment that set everything in motion. "Robbing the cradle, nice," Logan remarked, his tone dripping with mockery. It was clear he wasn’t intimidated by the situation. He was toying with them, seeing just how far he could push.

Tama bristled at the insult. His body tensed, muscles tightening as his protective instincts flared. But before he could say anything more, Tahiry’s voice cut through the tension. "Hey, bae, let’s go. He ain’t worth it." Her voice was calm, but there was a quiet strength in it. She knew, deep down, that she could handle Logan herself if need be, but she wasn’t going to allow him to turn this conversation into a spectacle.

Tama turned to her, his gaze softening for a moment, but the fire still burned within him. He glanced back at Logan, his jaw clenching. "You can pull that shit with anybody else, but not me," he growled. "I will beat your ass."

Logan smirked, clearly unfazed by the threat. "And have your 100 cousins jump me, right?" he quipped, a taunt that was both arrogant and absurd. It was a challenge, and Logan seemed to be daring Tama to react.

Tama’s glare could have burned holes through steel. "Are you stupid?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with frustration and confusion. Why was Logan acting like this? Was he so used to dominating every situation that he couldn’t see the line?

Tahiry stepped forward, her expression one of disbelief and frustration. "What is wrong with you, Logan?" she demanded. It was rare for Tahiry to let her emotions take the reins, but this time, it was clear that she was done with the game Logan was playing.

It was then that Joshua stepped in between them, his broad frame acting as a barrier between Tama and Logan. Joshua was no stranger to these kinds of situations, and he could already tell that things were about to escalate. "Hey, walk away," he said firmly, directing his words at Logan. He knew Tama well enough to understand that if this confrontation went any further, it would not end well for Logan.

Logan winked at Tahiry, his arrogance still very much in play. "Tahiry, if you want better, you know where to find me," he said, his voice dripping with self-assurance.

Tahiry, stunned by Logan’s unshaken arrogance, took a step back. Logan’s confidence was off the charts, and the way he wasn’t worried about the consequences of crossing Tama made her realize just how deeply he didn’t understand the situation. He was pushing the wrong buttons with the wrong people.

Logan walked away afterward. Tahiry looked at Tama, her gaze softening. "Are you good?" she asked him, her voice low and concerned. She could see how much this situation had affected him. He was trying his best to stay composed, but the entire interaction had clearly shaken him.

Tama shot her a look, a flicker of frustration and confusion passing through his eyes. "Why would you entertain a conversation with him?" he asked, his words sharp. He didn’t understand why she would even hold a conversation with Logan. The entire situation seemed ludicrous to him, and he wasn’t hiding the fact that it bothered him. He could see the way Logan had been trying to manipulate the situation, and it angered him that Tahiry had been involved at all.

Joshua, who had been watching quietly, now turned his attention to Tahiry. His gaze was steady, but there was a tinge of disappointment in his eyes. "See, this is why you don’t need to be dating Tama," he said, the words more cutting than he likely intended.

Tahiry's temper flared. "Oh, shut up," she retorted, her tone sharp and dismissive. She wasn’t in the mood for Joshua’s criticism, not when it came to something so personal.

Joshua was flabbergasted by her response. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice rose. "Excuse me, I just had to step in to keep your boyfriend from beating a coworker. This is what everyone was trying to tell you, Tahiry. You’re not ready for a relationship," he said, the words dripping with judgment and concern.

Tahiry rolled her eyes. She didn’t need Joshua’s perspective right now, not when he had been so critical of her relationship with Tama from the very beginning. In her mind, the situation had already escalated too far. Joshua’s words were a constant reminder of the way he and her family saw Tama, and it was clear they didn’t trust him with her.

A few days ago, her family had held what she could only describe as more of an interrogation than a family meeting about her relationship with Tama. Takecia and Joshua had insisted that Tahiry couldn’t handle dating a Polynesian man. A Tongan man at that. Describing them as clingy, possessive, and jealous. Joshua had even gone so far as to say that Tama would be just like her ex, if not worse than him. And now, with the situation that had just taken place, on the verge of violence, Joshua’s words felt like an "I told you so" moment. And it frustrated her.

Tama, noticing the tension between her and Joshua, took a deep breath. "Your family really don’t want us together," he said, his voice rough but steady. His eyes were locked on Joshua, as if daring him to say something more.

Joshua’s response was blunt. "Yeah, we don’t," he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground. He had never been shy about voicing his opinions, especially when it came to protecting Tahiry.

Tama’s chest puffed out in defiance. "What’s the problem with me dating her? You’ve known me for years. You know my family. I’m no stranger," he said, his tone rising with every word. "She ain’t a child. She’s not fragile like y’all think she is. So let us be. I’m committed to her, whether you like it or not. I’m not going anywhere, so get used to me."

His words hung in the air, a challenge to Joshua, to her family, and to anyone who doubted his intentions.

Joshua, however, wasn’t backing down. He shot a look at Tahiry, his eyes full of concern. "You just gonna let him speak for you?" he asked, his voice rising. "See, that’s what happened with old dude. And look what he did to you."

Tama’s patience had finally reached its limit. In one swift motion, he shoved Joshua, the force of the gesture not as much to hurt him but to make his point. "I ain’t him, and I would never do anything to her," Tama said, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I don’t know why y’all think you’re protecting her when you’re causing more harm than good by treating her like she’s incapable of being an adult over a troubled past relationship."

Tahiry stepped in between them, her body trembling slightly with the effort to keep the situation from escalating. "Calm down," she urged, her voice soft but commanding.

Joshua wasn’t ready to back off yet. He looked at Tama, the tension between them palpable. "What do you want to do, uce? We can take it outside because you’re not about to tell me nothing about my sister-in-law," he said, his voice full of defiance.

Tahiry gave Joshua a stern look, a warning in her eyes. "Are you for real right now? You’re not about to fight my man because he’s defending me and telling you the truth," she said, her words calm but filled with conviction.

Joshua kissed his teeth in frustration. "The truth? When he turns out just like your ex, who are you going to run to? Your sister and I, so let’s speed up the process and end this shit now," Joshua said, his voice growing increasingly harsh.

Tahiry was not having it. "Not happening," she shot back.

Tama, standing tall and unyielding, smirked. "I ain't going nowhere, uso," he said, his confidence unwavering.

Joshua glared at him, still clearly angered but recognizing that this was no longer a fight he wanted to pick. "Just walk away, Josh," Tahiry said, her voice now firm.

Joshua hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering from Tama to Tahiry. With a final nod, he muttered, "Bet," and walked away, his frustration still evident in every step he took.

Tahiry sighed heavily and turned to Tama, her arms wrapping around him as she laid her head against his chest. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, the weight of the conversation, and everything that had led up to this moment, crashing down on her.

Tama held her close, his arms tightening around her. "It’s okay, I knew this would happen," he said, his voice quiet but filled with understanding.

"I just didn’t understand why they can’t see I’m happy," Tahiry murmured. "Things have changed so much for me."

Tama simply held her tighter, not needing to say anything more. He knew how hard it was for her to balance her past with her present, and he was determined to be a part of her future, no matter how hard it got.

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Tahiry had always prided herself on her independence and strength, but today, she found herself in an uncomfortable position caught between her love for Tama and the well-intended but sometimes overwhelming concerns of her family.

The afternoon had been supposed to be a relaxing day of shopping, but after the dramatic confrontation between Tama, Logan Paul, and her brother Joshua, Tahiry couldn’t shake the tension that had settled into her chest.

She had agreed to meet her sister-in-law, Trinity, and her older sister, Takecia, for a little retail therapy. The plan was simple: find something nice for herself, get her mind off the drama, and spend some quality time with her family. But as the day wore on, it became increasingly clear that her family had different plans.

As the three women stepped into a high-end jewelry store in the heart of the city, the sparkle of diamonds and gold couldn’t mask the underlying tension that lingered between them. Takecia had been visibly upset after the altercation the day before.

The events of the WWE event had only fueled her growing concerns about Tahiry’s relationship with Tama. She had always been the protective, older sister, but today, she seemed even more determined to make her point.

Trinity, on the other hand, was trying her best to mediate, always the peacemaker between the two. She was younger than Takecia but had always been the calm and level-headed one in the family. However, even she could sense the undercurrent of frustration between her two relatives as they moved through the store, their chatter more tense than usual.

Tahiry’s fingers lightly traced the glass display case as she glanced at the various pieces of jewelry, her thoughts far from the diamonds on display. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the earlier incident, where Tama had almost gotten into a fight with Logan Paul and Joshua.

Tama was fiercely protective of her, but his anger had caused her to worry. She didn’t want to see him make enemies or get into trouble because of her.

"I swear, you’re going to drive me crazy with this nonsense," Takecia’s voice broke through her thoughts. The words were direct, and there was no mistaking the frustration that colored her tone. "That’s your brother-in-law, you should have defended him against Tama. You can’t let him walk all over you."

Tahiry froze mid-step. She could feel the weight of her sister’s words pressing down on her. Takecia had always been blunt, but this time, the criticism felt sharp and personal. She didn’t want to be caught in the middle of the drama between her family and Tama. But she couldn’t help feeling torn.

"You take up for your man and I take up for mine," Tahiry responded, her voice steady and unyielding. She refused to let Takecia’s words shake her confidence. She had always been the one to stand by her partner, just as Takecia had always stood by hers. But there was more to the situation than just blind loyalty, and Tahiry needed her sister to understand that.

Takecia’s eyes narrowed as she folded her arms across her chest. "I get it, you love him. But he’s crossing boundaries. He doesn’t get to come into our family and act like he’s above it all. He needs to know his place, especially when it comes to Logan and Joshua."

Tahiry’s jaw clenched, and she could feel her temper flaring. She had always been a calm person, but the frustration that had been building all day was starting to bubble to the surface. "I know what I’m doing," she said, her voice tight. "And I’ll handle it, just like I’ve always handled things. Tama isn’t perfect, but he’s not the enemy here. Logan was being a jerk, and Joshua... Joshua had no right to stick his nose into my relationship."

Trinity, sensing the rising tension, quickly interjected. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice a soothing balm in the heated conversation. "Let’s all just take a breath. We’re here to relax, remember? Let’s not let this ruin the moment."

Tahiry glanced at Trinity, grateful for her intervention, but her mind was still clouded with the remnants of the confrontation. "I get it, Takecia," she said, her voice softening. "I understand why you’re upset. But I’m not going to just throw Tama under the bus because of a fight. He was defending me. He’s not going to let anyone disrespect me, not Logan, and definitely not anyone including family."

Takecia’s gaze softened slightly, but there was still an edge to her words. "Defending you is one thing, Tahiry. But there’s a difference between standing up for someone and escalating a situation. He almost fought Logan, and that could have turned ugly. You can’t keep ignoring that. What happens when it’s not Logan or Joshua, but someone else? What happens if he gets arrested? What if this ruins everything you’ve worked for?"

Tahiry winced at the thought. It wasn’t an easy question to answer, but she knew that Takecia had a point. Tama’s temper had always been one of the things she loved about him, he was protective, passionate, and fiercely loyal. But sometimes, that same fire could get him into trouble. She couldn’t ignore the possibility that his protective nature could lead to something far worse than just a shouting match.

"I know," Tahiry said quietly, her gaze falling to the floor. "I know. But I also know that I can’t just sit back and let people walk all over me. I’ve had enough of that in my life." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, revealing the vulnerability she often kept hidden. "I’m not going to let anyone, especially not family, treat me like I’m weak. Tama stands by me, and I stand by him."

Takecia took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she regarded her younger sister. "I get that you want to defend him," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But you’ve got to think about the bigger picture here. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. You deserve better than all this drama. You’ve come so far, Tahiry. Don’t let anyone drag you back."

Trinity, standing between them, spoke up again, her voice calm but firm. "Maybe we all just need to stop and remember that we want the same thing here. We want what’s best for you, Tahiry. But what’s best for you isn’t always the same as what’s easy, and it’s definitely not always what we want."

Tahiry looked at Trinity, her wisdom striking a chord deep within her. She was right, of course. What was best for her wasn’t always the most straightforward path. But sometimes, the hardest choices were the ones that shaped the future. "I appreciate both of you," Tahiry said, her voice sincere. "But I need you to trust me. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I’ve made in the past. I know what I’m doing with Tama. And no matter what happens, I’ve got this."

There was a long silence as Takecia and Trinity exchanged glances. The weight of the conversation seemed to settle over the trio like a heavy fog. Takecia was the first to speak again, her voice quieter but still filled with concern. "I just want you to be happy, Tahiry. That’s all. And if Tama makes you happy, then that’s what matters. But don’t let your happiness come at the cost of your peace of mind."

Tahiry nodded, feeling the burden of her sister’s words. "I know," she said, her voice soft. "I know. And I promise, I won’t let this situation ruin me. But I also won’t let anyone dictate my choices for me. I’ve had enough of people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do."

Trinity, sensing the emotional shift in the conversation, smiled warmly at her. "Good. That’s all we want for you, Tahiry. To be happy and to feel empowered."

Takecia, though still wary, couldn’t help but soften. "Alright, I’ll trust you. But remember, if things go south, we’ve got your back."

Tahiry smiled, a genuine sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, both of you."

With that, the conversation seemed to quiet, and the three women continued their way through the jewelry store, the tension slowly dissipating. Tahiry couldn’t shake the weight of the conversation, but she knew she had made her point clear. She was capable of making her own decisions, and she wouldn’t let anyone including her family stand in the way of her happiness.

As they walked past the glittering displays, Tahiry’s thoughts returned to Tama. She loved him, flaws and all. His temper, his protective nature. It was all part of what made him who he was. And while she knew there would be challenges ahead, she was determined to face them head-on, with or without her family’s approval.

But deep down, she hoped that one day, her family would see what she saw in Tama, someone who truly cared for her, someone who would stand by her side no matter what. She didn’t expect them to understand everything, but she wanted them to see that her love for him was real, and that he had, in his own way, shown her a kind of strength she had never known before.

For now, though, she’d take the quiet moments like these when she could simply be with her family, even if their opinions still clashed. She was learning to navigate the complex dynamics of her relationship with Tama and with her family.

And though it wasn’t always easy, she was confident that she could handle whatever came next.

[allmightskitten]

Adding to my Wano thoughts as I keep watching;

(Spoilers!!!)

- I've just met Yamato! I can't wait to see some more flashbacks with Ace. But the im Oden!!! source: trust me bro!! @ shinobu and momo is so freaking funny like 😭😭 YOU'RE REALLY GONNA LEAD WITH THAT? WHEN YOU'VE JUST MET THESE PEOPLE IN A HIGH STRESS ENVIRONMENT AND YOU HAVE TO EARN THEIR TRUST? 😭 he's so stupid oh my gosh but you know me, I love stupid characters, they're always the best

- I love how Robin and Jimbe immediately mesh so well with each other. The vibe is of a mature adult person actually, finally, meeting another mature adult person which is apparently extremely rare around here

- the temporary Marco and Perospero team up was so fun, I wish it had lasted longer!!! Their teamwork was actually seriously good for two people whose only common ground is hating Kaido.

- speaking of hating people, I cackled when the reason Zoro finally agreed to accept Drake after being so hard-assed about it was just that they both fucking hated Apoo.

- I'm 100% confident that Kaido and Big Mom have slept together. At some point in the past at least. Hate sex most likely, and most likely drunk, but also if a kid resulted from it there's no way in hell Big Mom would share that information with Kaido because her kids are her assets and power so the hell would she wanna give him a share!!! Also, a kid of Kaido's would be seen as such a win from some fucked up eugenics standpoint that she would definitely have, there's no way she would even let Kaido know about it because that risks him wanting the kid to use as HIS asset– because he also sees any children of his as such, proven– which is why I don't subscribe to the theory that Yamato is Big Mom's.

- my love and appreciation for Kin'emon grows every day. He's so princess babygirl, my wife, a cutie, words cannot express my adoration for this stupid yet brave and committed man.

Wano is so fucking good holy shit guys I love all the DRAMA. yes GIVE ME all this period piece drama omgg orochi is such a little rat and I'm THRIVING on all the mess. just reached act 3 and honestly, maybe it's because I have the time to binge it these days, it doesn't even feel that long XD The pacing this arc is great (for the most part, anyway!) and that does make watching it a breeze but as an added bonus, like–

- Luffy is so pretty in this arc idk what they fed him (that post-WCI sanji cooking must be on another level)

- Zoro is GORGEOUS. the animators appear to have drawn him with one hand if you know what I mean

- I love Kin'emon. I'm officially a Kin stan. He's such a fun character, the best mix of absurd and serious, and I love him even more having seen the flashback of how he met Oden

- I love Oden...he's so stupid...adore the trope when a young prince/king etc. is immature as hell or just wants freedom and his retainers have to fucking babysit him

- LITTLE SHANKS AND BUGGY 😭😭🥹🥹🥹 OHHH...

- as a massive whore for Doflamingo I have to mention the appreciation I have for the story constantly name dropping and giving us glimpses of this man. fantastic. haunting the narrative from his prison cell.

- I hate and love Kaido at the same time. He is terrible and I'm rooting on his downfall, yes, but I can't ignore that he's just. Funny as shit

- finally getting to see Big Mom actually FIGHT was a treat

- Everyone is so stupid holy fuck I love them dearly, this arc is so carried by the supporting cast and they're all such a delight

I have more intelligent thoughts but not the coherency to voice them rn so I will stop but case in point: SHAME ON YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOLD ME WANO IS TOO LONG AND I'D GIVE UP!!! I LIKE THAT WANO IS LONG BECAUSE I WANT TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH THESE CHARACTERS 🤬