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pawstriez · 10 months ago

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BET | love and deepspace

⟡ tags : underground boxer! sylus + reader — sylus isn’t afraid of going all in when it comes to you.

ミ★ content warning : fem! reader uses she/her prns, mentions of blood & injuries, mentions of female anatomy as well as male anatomy, oral fem! receive, gentle to rough sex, pet names like bby, dove, kitten, honey, 5.0K WORD COUNT

you step into the dimly lit underground boxing gym, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cigarette smoke, and leather. it’s a seedy place, hidden in the heart of the city’s most notorious neighborhood, where the law doesn’t dare to tread. the crowd tonight is a mix of rough characters - bikers with gang patches on their jackets, local gangsters with glares and expensive watches, shady high-rollers in suits looking to place big bets on the illegal fights.

as you navigate through the throng of people, you spot him in the corner, preparing for his match. sylus - the man who happened to be your ex-boyfriend . . oh, and only the most feared bare-knuckled boxer in the underground circuit. he was a sight to behold, all rippling muscles and newfound tattoos, with messy silver hair that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. you watch as he methodically wraps his hands, his intense red eyes focused on the task.

your history with sylus is complicated, to say the least. you met him two years ago at a biker rally, drawn to his bad-boy charm and undeniable charisma. he swept you off your feet with his daredevil antics on his custom harley and his smooth talking ways. but sylus’s world was always filled with danger, violence, and illegal activities. as the leader of onychinus, the city’s most notorious motorcycle club, he ran an empire built on illicit evol weapons, protocore deals, and underground fighting.

at first, the thrill of it all was intoxicating - the adrenaline rush of riding on the back of his bike, the wild parties at the onychinus clubhouse, watching him dominate in the ring. but as time went on, you grew tired of the constant chaos and the fear that one day, sylus’s risky lifestyle would catch up to him. you wanted stability, a future - things that sylus scoffed at. ‘i live in the moment, babe,’ he would say with that infuriating smirk. ‘and right now, all i want is you.’

but it wasn’t enough. six months ago, after a particularly brutal fight that left sylus battered and bleeding, you reached your breaking point. you told him you couldn’t watch him destroy himself anymore, that you needed more than he could give you. sylus, stubborn and proud as ever, refused to change. ‘this is who i am,’ he growled. ‘so take it or leave it.’ so you left, walking away from the man you loved, determined to build a life free from the violence and uncertainty.

now, seeing him again after all this time, you feel a mix of emotions stirring within you. anger, hurt, frustration . . . but also a undeniable pull of attraction and longing. as if sensing your presence, sylus glances up, his red eyes locking with yours. a slow, confident smirk spreads across his handsome face as he saunters over to you, the crowd parting before him.

“well, well. look who it is,” he drawls, looking you up and down appreciatively. “didn’t expect to see you here tonight, [★]. come to watch me dominate the ring as usual?”

you scoff and cross your arms, determined not to let him see how much his presence affects you. “i’m not here for you, sylus. i’m just here to collect on some bets.”

he chuckles, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. “sure you are, sweetheart. keep telling yourself that.”

sylus takes a step closer, invading your personal space. he smells like musk and sandalwood, a scent that brings back memories of stolen moments and passionate nights. “i miss you, you know,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. “everything’s been so boring without you around to keep me on my toes.”

you try to stay strong, but you can feel your resolve wavering. damn him and his charm. “i’m not here to rehash the past, sylus. what do you want?”

his eyes glint with a challenge. “make a bet with me - when i win the championship belt tonight, you give me another shot. a chance to prove that we’re meant to be together.”

you laugh in disbelief. “you can’t be serious. we’re done, sy. i’m not falling for your games again.”

“who says it’s a game?” he counters, his expression turning serious. “i know i messed up, [★]. i wasn’t ready before, but i am now. i want you back in my life. i need you.”

you hesitate, torn between your lingering feelings and your better judgment. sylus is a force of nature, wild and untamed. being with him is like dancing on the edge of a razor - thrilling but dangerous. can you really risk your heart again?

“and what do i get if you lose?” you ask, buying yourself time to think.

sylus flashes you a cocky grin. “you know i never lose, kitten. but if by some miracle i do . . i’ll leave you alone. for good. unless you decide you can’t resist me and come crawling back.”

you snort at his arrogance, even as a part of you wonders if he might be right. sylus has always had a hold on you, an undeniable magnetism that draws you in against your will, “fine,” you hear yourself saying, almost as if from a distance. “you’ve got a deal.”

his grin widens, triumphant. “get ready to come back to where you belong, [★] - with me.”

the crowd starts to get louder, chanting and cheering as the lights flicker and dim. it’s almost time for the main event - sylus’s championship fight. he starts to walk towards the ring, but pauses and turns back to face you.

“watch closely now, honey,” he says with a wink. “i’m about to show you what you’ve been missing.”

with that, he strides away, his movements graceful and predatory. you watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest.

what had you gotten yourself into?

as the crowd’s chanting reaches a fevered pitch, sylus steps into the ring, the picture of coiled power and raw aggression. his opponent, a hulking brute known as ‘the mauler’, glares at him from across the mat, pounding his meaty fists together in a show of intimidation. but sylus just smirks, unfazed. he’s taken down bigger, badder fighters than this guy.

the referee calls them to the center, going over the rules - not that there are many in the underground circuit. “no biting, no eye gouging, fight ends with a knockout or tapout. keep it clean . . ish. touch gloves and come out swinging!”

sylus bumps his taped fists against the mauler’s, staring him down with those intense red eyes. then they’re backing away, the air crackling with tension as the crowd falls silent in anticipation.

the bell sounds and the mauler charges forward with a roar, swinging wildly. but sylus is too quick, too skilled. he slips and weaves, dodging the heavy blows, letting his opponent overextend himself. sylus fires off a rapid jab - cross combo, snapping the mauler’s head back and drawing first blood from his nose.

the big man snarls and redoubles his efforts, trying to use his size to his advantage, to trap sylus against the ropes and pummel him. but sylus is like smoke, always just out of reach. he targets the mauler’s weak spots with surgical precision - a knife-hand to the solar plexus to crush his wind, a heel kick to the floating rib, an elbow smash to the jaw.

each blow lands with devastating impact, chipping away at the mauler’s formidable stamina and sending the crowd into a frenzy. they chant sylus’s name like a war cry, thrilling at the sight of the chiseled, tattooed demigod of the ring in his element.

you watch in breathless awe, pulse racing, body heating. damn him. he’s magnificent like this - a perfect fighting machine, all fluid grace and controlled violence. it’s enough to make you forget why you walked away, to let yourself imagine those powerful hands on your body once more . .

a pained grunt snaps you back to the moment as the mauler finally lands a solid hit, a haymaker to sylus’s ribs that sends him staggering. your heart leaps into your throat. but sylus just shakes it off with a feral grin, spitting blood and bouncing on his toes as he beckons for more.

they trade blows in a brutal, lightning-fast exchange, neither giving quarter. the mauler is flagging but still dangerous, pure grit keeping him on his feet. sylus bleeds from a cut over his eye but barely seems to feel it, an unholy light in his gaze as he scents victory.

he presses his advantage with a dizzying flurry of strikes, driving the mauler back . . back . . until he’s pinned against the turnbuckle. sylus hammers his torso without mercy - left hook to the liver, right uppercut to the chin, again, again. the mauler’s knees buckle and sylus steps back, letting him crumple to the canvas.

the crowd erupts as the ref counts it out. at “ten,” sylus throws his hands up in triumph, basking in the adulation. his eyes find yours across the room and the heat in them makes your breath stop. in three long strides he’s out of the ring and hauling you into his arms, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss.

for a moment, you forget where you are. forget the mob of rowdy spectators whistling and catcalling. forget every reason you swore you'd never let him back into your heart. all you know is the demanding press of his lips, the steel - cable strength of his blood-slicked body, the intoxicating rush of his victory and your surrender . . .

“looks like i won our bet, babe,” he says smugly, smirking down at you. “hope you’re ready to pay up.”

you scowl, hating how easily he affected you. “one. drink. that was the deal.”

sylus touches his tongue to the seam of his split lip, gaze roving hungrily over you. “oh, i’m just getting started.”

he drags you through the throng of well-wishers and sycophants, his grip on your hand unbreakable. outside, the night air is cool against your overheated skin, charged with tension and the distant growl of engines.

sylus leads you to his pride and joy - that sleek demon of a harley crouched by the curb. the way he straddles the throbbing machine is blatantly sexual, all hard muscles and black leather. he jerks his head at the space behind him.

“c’mon - you know the drill, hop on.”

your hesitation lasts a mere heartbeat before you throw a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his back. the rumble of the engine between your thighs and the furnace heat of his body shreds the last of your resistance.

then, sylus kicks off and you’re flying, the city lights a neon blur as he opens the throttle. your pulse pounds in time with the roar of the pipes, excitement and desire a heady drug in your veins. by the time he screeches to a stop outside a dingy saloon on the outskirts of town, you’re dizzy with need.

inside, the bar is a den of sin and swagger, all scuffed leather and polished chrome and clinking bottles. eyes follow sylus with a mix of fear and reverence as he stalks to a booth in the back, one possessive hand at the small of your back.

he orders a whiskey, neat, and your favorite poison, not bothering to ask what you want. at your raised eyebrow, he shrugs.

“i remember.”

two words. but the weight of history and unspoken emotion behind them squeezes your heart. your fingers tremble slightly as you raise your glass in a mock toast.

“to your victory. and my reckless wager.”

sylus’ gaze is molten as he clinks his tumbler against yours, gaze holding you captive over the rim as he tosses back the smooth liquid. the slight burn of the alcohol is nothing compared to the smolder of his stare.

“what are we doing, sy?” you ask into the charged quiet, liquid courage loosening your tongue. “why now, after all this time?”

a muscle ticks in his jaw. he looks down, spinning his empty glass, broad shoulders rigid with tension.

“i fucked up.”

his voice is low, raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him. your breath snags.

“i thought i needed the rush, the rep, the respect. and yeah, maybe i did, for a while. but none of it meant shit without you.” slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he reaches for your hand — lacing his scarred, tape-wrapped fingers with yours, “i was a coward. i pushed you away because i was scared shitless of how bad i wanted you - needed you. needed your strength, your goodness. you made me want to be better. and it truly fucking terrified me.”

his grip tightens, almost painfully. anchoring you to him.

“losing you . . it broke me, [★]. made me realize that the only thing i’m actually afraid of is living without you.”

sylus swallows hard, his throat working. when he looks up at you, his eyes are blazing with fierce intent.

“i know i don’t deserve another shot. i know i need to earn back your trust. but i swear to whoever may hold my fate, if you give me a chance, i will spend every waking day proving that you’re my whole damn world.”

your heart is a wild bird in your chest, frantic and yearning. you search his face, finding only sincerity and aching tenderness beneath the bruises and blood.

“i never stopped loving you,” you confess, voice breaking. “no matter how hard i tried to hate you . . i couldn’t let you go.”

sylus makes a rough sound, halfway between a growl and a groan. then he’s kissing you, deep and urgent and saying everything he can't put into words. you fall into him, all hunger and desperation, the levee finally breaking on the flood of your need.

“take me home,” you gasp into his mouth, fingers curling in the sweat-damp silk of his hair.

“i thought you’d never ask, dove.”

the anticipation is a living thing as sylus speeds through the lamp-lit streets, the throaty growl of his harley between your thighs a heady reminder of the man commanding the machine. by the time he pulls into the cavernous garage beneath his loft, your body is humming, every nerve ending alight with need.

sylus is on you the moment you dismount, crowding you back against the rough brick wall, his large frame enveloping yours. his kiss is searing, possession and passion, strong hands gripping your hips as he grinds into you. you moan into his mouth, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his leather-clad shoulders, craving more.

“been dreaming about this,” he rasps against your lips, his voice like gravel and whiskey, igniting heat in your veins. “having you back in my arms, in my bed. fuck, [★], need you so bad it's like a sickness.”

“then take me,” you breathe, emboldened by the blatant hunger shining in those crimson eyes. “i’m here, sylus. i’m yours.”

something animalistic unfurls behind his gaze, a primal sort of satisfaction that has you clenching with want. in a burst of movement, he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his lean hips as he strides purposefully to the industrial elevator that will carry you to his domain.

the short ride up is a haze of frantic kisses and roving hands, two years’ worth of pent-up longing seeking outlet. by the time sylus kicks open the door to his loft, you’re both panting, clothes askew and lips kiss-bruised. he carries you straight to the bedroom, a cavern of shadows and silver moonlight spilling across rumpled black silk sheets. when he lays you down in the center of that decadent expanse, the reverence in his touch steals your breath. his battle-scarred fingers shake slightly as they skim over your curves, learning you anew.

“so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, crimson gaze tracking hungrily over your body like he's committing every detail to memory. “can’t believe i almost lost this . . lost you . .”

“never,” you whisper fiercely, reaching up to cup his angular jaw. “i’m here, sylus. right where i belong. and i’m not going anywhere.”

he turns his head to press a fervent kiss to your palm, the heat of his breath making you shiver as his lips graze your fingers — and ever so gently, he bites. then slowly, deliberately, he divests you of your clothes, unwrapping you like a gift. you echo his actions, baring him inch by glorious inch to your avid gaze.

sylus’s body is a work of art, all chiseled muscle and inked skin, a roadmap of violence and survival. you take your time tracing the ridges and hollows, the scars and scrolling tattoos, familiarizing yourself with this new landscape of him. he shudders beneath your questing touch, eyes fluttering shut, a low rumble building in his chest.

“[★],” he grits out, and fuck, how you’ve missed the way he says your name, guttural and raw, like a prayer and a plea. “please, baby . . need to taste you.”

“yes,” you hiss, already aching, empty. “please, sylus.”

granted, he descends on you like a man starved, that talented mouth charting a path of fire over your sensitized flesh. he maps every curve and valley with lips and teeth and tongue, each nip and suck and lap stoking the inferno building in your core.

when he finally settles between your trembling thighs, the first bold stroke of his tongue punches the air from your lungs, your spine arching involuntarily. he groans in appreciation, strong hands splaying your thighs wider, opening you fully to his voracious appetite.

“fuck, i missed this,” he rasps against your slick folds, the vibration of his words making you keen. “missed the way you taste, the sounds you make when i devour this sweet cunt. could feast on you for hours, little one . .”

you whimper breathlessly, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other tangling in his silver hair, holding him to you. sylus takes the encouragement for what it is, sealing his mouth over your aching flesh and suckling greedily. stars erupt in your eyes, pleasure rioting through your veins as he works you ruthlessly, adding clever fingers to his oral assault. he curls them just right, rubbing that secret spot that has you seeing god, all while his wicked tongue paints obscene promises on your clit.

“s-sy, fuck!” you wail, back bowing, thighs clamping around his ears as he drives you higher and higher. “oh god, yes, just like that! don’t stop, please, i’m gonna’ cum . . fuck, baby-”

he doubles his efforts, a man possessed, growling his own pleasure into your core. “that’s it, my love,” he urges gutturally between long, lewd licks. “go ahead and give it to me, wanna’ feel you drench my face, want you gushing on my tongue . .”

his filthy encouragement hurls you over the edge with a strangled scream, release slamming into you like a freight train. you shatter spectacularly, pulsing and clenching around his thrusting fingers, slick gushing into his eager mouth as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

when you finally drift back down to earth, aftershocks still rippling through you, sylus is grinning up at you wolfishly from between your thighs, his beard glistening obscenely with your essence. “fucking incredible,” he rumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your still-twitching center. “could watch you fall apart on my tongue forever and never get tired of it.”

“get up here,” you demand breathlessly, tugging him to you. he comes willingly, settling his considerable bulk over you, caging you beneath miles of warm, hard muscle.

you claim his mouth in a filthy kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. he responds with matching hunger, hips rocking into the cradle of your thighs, the thick ridge of his erection a brand against your sensitive flesh.

“please,” you whimper into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “need you inside me, sylus. been too long, i want it . .”

“fuck,” he snarls, the words seeming to snap his restraint. “far too long, honey. be patient, you know i will.” slowly, giving you time to adjust, he notches himself at your entrance and pushes forward, gasping harshly at the tight, wet heat of you enveloping him. “goddamn,” he grits out through clenched teeth, forehead pressed to yours. “silly me. i almost forgot how fucking perfect you feel. like coming home.”

“yes,” you moan, reveling in the familiar stretch and burn of his thick length entering your body. “missed this so much . . missed you . . love you, sylus, so fucking much.”

“i love you too,” he rasps, pulling nearly all the way out before surging back in, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that has your toes curling. “i never stopped, never will. you’re only for me, [★]. only me.”

you lose yourselves to the timeless dance, bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, rediscovering every perfect angle and hidden sweet spot. sylus takes his time, building you back up with long, measured strokes, whispering words of worship into your skin, branding you with his love.

“so good,” he groans, hitching your leg higher on his hip, sinking impossibly deeper. “could stay buried in this tight little pussy forever. never wanna leave.”

“don’t.” you gasp, fingers clawing at his flexing back, desperate for more. “stay — harder, sylus, fuck me harder. wanna’ be able to feel it tomorrow.”

with a low, approving growl, sylus complies, snapping his hips faster, driving into your yielding body with the piston precision of the machine he rides. the wet, obscene slap of flesh fills the room, punctuated by your escalating moans and cries.

“i’m not gonna last,” he warns, rhythm faltering. “too good, too fucking good. tell me you’re close, baby . .”

“s-so close,” you pant, the coil in your belly wound to the breaking point. “just a little more - fuck, right there, sy . . o-oh my —”

sylus hammers into you, grunting with the effort, sweat sheening his skin. he wedges a hand between your straining bodies, finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. “cum on my cock,” he demands, voice strained. “let me feel that pussy grip me, milk me . .” his words are your undoing, hurling you into oblivion with a keening wail. your inner muscles seize around him, rippling and fluttering, trying to pull him deeper as you drench his driving length in release.

“fuck, yes!” sylus roars, pistoning wildly, chasing his own end. “gonna’ - ah, shit, kitty, i’m cumming!” his climax overtakes him with a force that borders on violence, his cock jerking and pulsing as he spills himself deep in your still-spasming core, painting your inner walls with thick ropes of his seed. you mewl weakly in blissed-out overstimulation, aftershocks rolling through you as he fills you to the brim.

finally spent, sylus collapses onto you, taking care not to crush you with his bulk. you cuddle as sweat and other fluids cool on your skin, hearts gradually slowing in tandem. he’s still stuffed deep inside you and you clench involuntarily around his now-softening length, loving the way he groans, overused nerves sparking. “keep that up and we’ll be going again real soon,” he warns playfully, nuzzling into your neck.

you huff a laugh, carding your fingers through his damp hair. “yeah, yeah,” you tease. “we’ve got time now, sylus. all the time in the world. i’m not going anywhere.”

he raises his head to look at you, crimson eyes soft and full of wonder. “damn right you’re not,” he rumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “i’m never letting you out of my sight again. you’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

“eh, could be worse,” you quip, grinning up at him. “i think i can handle being stuck with you. it’s only forever, after all.”

“forever,” sylus echoes solemnly, like an oath. “i like the sound of that. you and me. binded as one.”

“ . . . and loving each other stupid every chance we get,” you finish impishly, wiggling your eyebrows.

he barks a laugh, the joyful, uninhibited sound making your heart soar. “oh, that is definitely part of the plan,” he assures you, a wicked gleam in his eye. “gotta’ make up for lost time, don’t we?”

“mmhm, that we do,” you agree readily, warmth suffusing you. “better get started on that. forever’s not getting any longer.”

“as my lady commands,” sylus murmurs, capturing your mouth again as he begins to stir inside you once more.

and as passion ignites anew, the promise of countless tomorrows enfolding you like a benediction, you know this is just the beginning of the ups and downs.

because this love, tempered by loss and longing, by time and truth . . it’s unbreakable. a bond that even the harshest trials will only serve to strengthen.

and with sylus by your side, his heart in your keeping as surely as yours rests in his scarred and steady hands . .

. . you know you can weather any storm.

forever, and then some.

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ducktoo · 4 months ago

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I know

IVE’s An Yujin x M!Reader

Note: welp....yall ask for part 2 and yall shall receive.

I was planning to post it earlier, but uni has started for me and I didn't have time to think about posting it (assignment due in wk3 already. Shocking.)

But yea, Cheeky blew up quite hard, and I'm happy that it did. I kept reading back to it and feeling delulu during these trying times.

You can check part 1 here! And hope you will enjoy this lighthearted sequel!

(Damn u yujin stop being so cute-)

You should’ve seen this coming.

No—everyone should’ve seen this coming.

It wasn’t just the members. Not just the managers, the stylists, or even the company staff. At this point, you were convinced that half the industry had figured it out before you did.

Ever since the Honey Incident (as Wonyoung dramatically dubbed it), Yujin had apparently decided that embarrassing you in public wasn’t enough. At first, it was harmless. Cute, even. She’d joke around, tease you about being too serious, drape herself over you in public like you were her personal couch, and demand your attention at all times.

Then it got worse.

Somehow, somewhere along the line, she had started treating you less like a bodyguard and more like her favourite person in the world.

Which led to this moment.

A moment you never expected. A moment where An Yujin, the ever-cheeky, ever-confident leader of IVE, was standing in front of you, blushing, in the practice room.

You had been assigned to keep watch while they rehearsed, standing by the door as the girls went over their choreography for the millionth time that day. It was routine at this point—watch them sweat, keep an eye out for potential threats (including a certain puppy), and occasionally stop Liz and Rei from sneaking off to buy bubble tea. The usual.

But today felt…off.

Not in a dangerous way. Not in a Yujin-is-being-annoying way (though she had tried to balance a water bottle on your head as you watched over them). This was something else.

You first noticed it when Yujin kept sneaking glances at you between dance breaks. Not her usual I’m about to mess with you glances. These were different—more hesitant, more…nervous. Which was…very out of character of her. Because An Yujin never get nervous around you.

"Alright, let’s wrap up here," their choreographer finally announced.

The members groaned in relief, collapsing onto the floor like a pile of exhausted puppies…well except for Yujin. Yujin was staring at you. Menacingly.

And before you could question it, she marched over.

"Hey," she said.

You narrowed your eyes. "...What's up, Yuu?"

She bit her lip, shifting on her feet. Her eyes were looking at anywhere but you. "So, uh…"

Weird.

She was acting weird.

Yujin never hesitated when speaking to you. Usually, she was all smug grins and playful insults. But now?

She looked like she was about to combust.

The rest of IVE noticed, because of course they did. They had enough of Yujin fiddling around in their dorm.

"Oh my god," Wonyoung mumbled from her spot on the floor. "It’s happening."

"What’s happening, unnie?" Leeseo whispered.

"She’s finally doing that," Rei deadpanned.

Liz let out a long, suffering sigh. "Took her long enough."

Gaeul rubbed her temples. "I don’t have the energy for this."

Meanwhile, you were still trying to process what was happening when Yujin squared her shoulders, sucked in a deep breath, and gave you her ultimatum.

"I LIKE YOU!"

Silence. The whole room froze. The whole world froze.

Your brain short-circuited.

"...Huh?"

Yujin, still bright red, clenched her fists. "I LIKE YOU, OKAY?!"

Her voice cracked slightly.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

She groaned, running a hand through her already sweat-damp hair. "Do I really have to say it again?"

"Yes."

"Ugh." She took another deep breath. "I LIKE YOU. ROMANTICALLY. LIKE, IN A DATE-Y WAY. LIKE, I WANT TO HOLD HANDS AND STUFF!"

From the floor, Wonyoung gagged. "Unnie, please stop talking."

Liz groaned into her hands. "This is a nightmare."

Leeseo, innocently, started clapping. "Go, unnie! Be brave!"

Yujin shot them a glare before turning back to you. "So? What do you think?"

You stared at her. Then at the other members, who looked like they were witnessing a murder scene. Then back at her.

"...Are you serious?"

She nodded way too fast. "Dead serious."

You just stared.

Of all the things An Yujin could’ve done today or any other days—steal your sunglasses, challenge you to an arm-wrestling match, make up some dumb nickname for you—this was not on your bingo card.

But here she was.

The girl who spent the last few months making your life a constant struggle, the girl who clung to you like a koala and made sure everyone and their grandmother knew you were her bodyguard was now standing in front of you, blushing, waiting for an answer. But....

"...Absolutely not," you said flatly.

Yujin gasped. Genuinely gasped. Like you had just betrayed her.

"Rejected?! On my first attempt?!"

"You literally threw the truth bomb at me, Yujin—"

"This is a historic moment," she muttered, shaking her head. "An Yujin, turned down for the first time in her life… I don’t know how to recover from this…"

Gaeul threw a towel at her. "Please shut up."

"But—!"

"Just shut up."

Yujin groaned dramatically before turning back to you.

"...Okay, fine. First attempt failed," she admitted. Then her lips curled into a familiar, mischievous smirk. "Guess I’ll just have to try again."

Your stomach dropped. "What-"

She winked. "I don’t give up that easily, honey~"

The rest of IVE groaned in unison.

And that was the exact moment you realized you were screwed.

Yujin, apparently, had no concept of personal space. Everywhere you went, she was there. Not in a creepy way, but in a Yujin way—like a big, overgrown puppy that refused to leave your side.

"Good morning!!" she chirped, appearing out of nowhere and looping her arms around yours as soon as you entered the practice room.

You sighed. "Did you need to latch onto me the second you got here?"

"Yes," she said easily.

"Why?"

She just grinned. "Because I like you~"

"That’s not an answer."

"It is an answer."

"Not a good one, isn't it?"

"Well, too bad," she hummed, swinging your arm like you were best friends at a schoolyard. "You rejected me, so now you have to deal with the full force of my affection until you change your mind."

"You mean suffer?"

"Tomato, tomato, same thing."

From the other side of the room, Wonyoung threw her water bottle onto the floor dramatically. "She never did this before. Why now?"

Gaeul groaned into her hands. "I don't wanna see this anymore."

Leeseo, bless her innocent heart, was still cheering her leader on. "She’s so great!"

Meanwhile, Rei just stared at you with pity. "You brought this on yourself."

You sighed, but you didn’t shake Yujin off even when lunch time arrives. By that point, the entire company definitely knew about Yujin’s ridiculous pursuit.

You had been sitting in the break room, minding your own business, when she waltzed in with the confidence of someone who owned the place.

"Hey, babe, what do you want to eat?" she asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You ignored her. "Not hungry. And don't call me babe out aloud, Yujin."

"That’s not what I asked." She slid into the seat across from you, chin resting on her palm. "I can order whatever you want. Couple meals are on sale today~"

That kickstarted a chain of whispers in the room. You could feel the stares.

"Yujin," you said slowly. "Stop. Please."

She gasped dramatically. "Rejected again?! In public?!"

"Stop acting like this is new."

"It hurts every time," she whined, clutching her heart.

At the next table, two staff members were openly watching the exchange, barely trying to hide their amusement.

"Seriously, are they dating or not?" one whispered.

The other shook their head. "I dunno, but Yujin’s trying."

Yujin winked at them. "Oh, I will succeed."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

You eventually had grown used to the chaos. The teasing, the dramatic declarations, the smug little grins Yujin would shoot you whenever she found new ways to fluster you. You had come to expect her annoying antics—her constant presence, the way she’d grab your wrist and drag you places, how she’d miraculously find an excuse to be around you no matter where you were stationed.

So when it suddenly stopped, you found yourself unnerved. It felt…too quiet, was very apparent it the moment you arrived at the company building.

Normally, you wouldn’t even get to stand still before Yujin popped out of nowhere, throwing an arm around your shoulder like she had been waiting for you all morning. "Good morning, honey~!" she'd always say, far too enthusiastic for someone who had spent hours practicing the night before and always the responsible leader she is.

But today?

Nothing.

No surprise ambush. No unnecessary skin ship. No Yujin.

Which made your brows furrowed slightly as you walked toward IVE’s practice room. The usual noise from within—the sound of music, the members chatting, Wonyoung complaining about something—was still there. But the one bubbly voice that always stood out the most (unfortunately for you) was missing.

When you stepped inside, the members barely glanced at you, too busy stretching or scrolling through their phones during a break.

"Um….Where’s Yujin?" you asked, trying to sound neutral.

Gaeul sighed, tossing her towel over her shoulder. "Sick. She’s been in bed all day."

You frowned. Yujin? Sick? That never happened.

"She overworked herself again," Wonyoung added with an eye roll. "Serves her right for staying up late doing who-knows-what after practice."

Liz hummed. "Unnie said she was fine this morning, but the moment she tried to stand up, she almost collapsed."

You felt something tighten in your chest. Collapsed?

Before you could even process it, your feet were already moving toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Rei called out.

"Checking on her," you replied without hesitation.

From behind, you swore you heard Leeseo muttered, "Wow, oppa didn’t even deny it this time."

The dorm was quieter than usual.

Normally, when you entered, you were met with the sounds of the other members laughing, chatting, or bickering over something trivial. But today, it was almost eerily still, like the whole place was alive.

You tip-toed down the hall until you reached Yujin’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and when you peeked inside, you found her curled up in bed, swallowed by a mountain of blankets (and hoodies that Leeseo sprinkled on). Her hair was a mess, her usually sharp and playful eyes barely open, fever-flushed cheeks standing out against her pale skin.

She looked... small. Like a puppy, which unsettled you.

Yujin was always everywhere, loud, full of energy, always teasing, always finding ways to get under your skin. But now? She looked nothing like the person who had spent the last few months making your life infuriatingly interesting.

Her gaze shifted slightly when she noticed you, and a slow, tired smile curled on her lips.

"...You came," she mumbled, her voice hoarse and laced with sleep.

"Obviously," you replied, stepping closer. "Gaeul said you almost collapsed this morning."

She let out a weak chuckle. "Dramatic, aren’t they?"

You frowned. "That’s not funny, Yujin."

Before she could mutter another tired sound, you sat beside the bed and placed the back of your hand against her forehead. She was burning.

A lump formed in your throat.

She blinked up at you, dazed. "You never touch me first…*cough*"

You ignored the way your chest tightened at the poor girl. "Because you’re usually annoying. Now shut up and let me check your temperature."

Her lips twitched, like she wanted to say something smug, but she was too exhausted to put up a fight.

Your fingers brushed against her wrist, and she was so warm. The thought of her pushing herself this hard—until her body gave out—made something uneasy settle in your stomach.

"Have you even eaten?"

She shrugged lazily. "Didn’t feel like it."

You exhaled sharply, glancing at the small table by her bedside. There was an untouched bowl of porridge, now cold, sitting beside a bottle of unopened medicine and a cup of water.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the medicine and turned back to her. "Take this."

Yujin scrunched her nose. "Ugh, I hate that stuff."

"You hate a lot of things, but you still do them when necessary."

She groaned, flopping back onto her pillow. "Bossy."

"Annoying," you shot back.

She grinned weakly, reaching out with grabby hands. "Then feed me, my favourite bodyguard."

You narrowed your eyes. "You have hands."

She pouted dramatically, eyes twinkling with mischief despite her exhaustion. "But I’m weak and helpless right now. What if I pass out? Will you carry me princess-style to the hospital?"

You huffed. "Unbelievable."

Still, you remain on the edge of her bed, opening the bottle and holding out a spoonful of medicine.

Yujin blinked, looking genuinely surprised for once. "...Wait, you’re actually doing it?"

"Don’t make me change my mind," you muttered. "Now say ahh"

She hesitated for a second before leaning forward, parting her lips. As soon as the bitter medicine touched her tongue, her face scrunched up in absolute betrayal.

"EUGH! That’s disgusting!"

"You’ll live," you said flatly, handing her a glass of water.

She downed it quickly, still making exaggerated gagging noises.

You rolled your eyes. "Drama queen."

She flopped back against her pillow, letting out a deep sigh. "You really do care about me, huh?"

You tensed slightly. "Obviously. I'm meant to take care of you."

For once, she didn’t tease. Instead, she just stared at you, her usual playful confidence softening into something quieter.

"...Hey…" she murmured, fingers curling into her blanket. "I wasn’t joking, you know."

You swallowed. "About what?"

She smiled—small, genuine, and far too vulnerable for someone usually so full of herself. "Liking you."

Something inside you stirred—something that had been growing for a while now, something you refused to acknowledge until this moment.

You sighed, ignoring the way your heart leapt a mile for her. Ignoring the way the corner of your mouth curled up to a smile.

"I know."

And this time, you didn’t mind.

#kpop #ive yujin #izone yujin #ahn yujin x reader #an yujin #ahn yujin #ive fluff #ive x reader

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thewertsearch · 1 month ago

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ARADIA: karkat i dont know if anyone cares about formal ranks like that anymore ARADIA: or if anyone ever did! ARADIA: but for what its worth i suggest that from now on you all listen closely to the advice of our human guests

Rose I completely agree with - but Dave? I don't know if he's really the leader type.

I guess he does share a Class with Karkat, who was fairly effective as a leader, albeit a little unorthodox. Perhaps Dave has the same potential, and we just haven't seen it yet.

ARADIA: tactically speaking a knight of time and a seer of light is a nearly unbeatable combination

Well, if this isn't a fucking rabbit hole of a line. As always, new Title exposition is delivered in the most cryptic manner imaginable - but it still might be possible to glean some new insight from this information.

We know that Rose is some sort of clairvoyant. We've never been told anything about what Knights do, but we have just learned that Dave's powers work extremely well in combination with Rose's. What sort of role would synergize this well with a Seer of Light?

Well, since Rose provides information, then maybe Dave's role is to turn that information into a plan of action, converting raw data into something that's tactically useful. Such an interpretation certainly fits Karkat, a fellow Knight - but I don't know if it fits Dave.

ARADIA: the knight of time is not necessarily the tactician

Oh.

Never mind, then.

ARADIA: he is a powerful warrior class which exploits the flow of time as a weapon

...do mine eyes deceive me? Is a Homestuck character just straight-up explaining a Class to us, with zero ambiguity?

I never thought I'd see the day - but neither will I be looking a gift horse in the mouth. Let's analyze.

Knights weaponize their Aspect.

Dave, the Knight of Time, fights with a time-shifting sword, exploiting his own temporal duplicates to overwhelm and outnumber his opponents. He is, in fact, the only member of his team to wield his Aspect in a fight - at least, prior to John's ascension - and now we know why. In the hands of a Knight, an Aspect is a sword.

Weaponizing time doesn't have to mean 'using it in combat', either. When Terezi attacked the kids' timeline, Dave 'fought back' with his time machines, sending himself into the past to undo the damage she'd done. He's actively adversarial towards Terezi while doing this; it really does feel like he's fighting her, rather than merely resolving a problem she's caused.

Karkat, then, weaponizes Blood - and I think I'm beginning to understand what that means.

I initially pegged Blood as the aspect of genetics, since Karkat's a geneticist, and people who share DNA are said to be 'blood relatives'. Karkat doesn't really 'weaponize' genetics, but there is a concept he's closely tied to - one that I do think he's been wielding like a sword.

Leadership.

Through sheer force of belligerence, Karkat assembled twelve highly dangerous teenagers into a single, relatively cohesive unit. Vriska was pretty sure that without their glorious leader, the trolls would have devolved into infighting - which she, being Vriska, viewed as a good outcome. Classic.

Karkat saved these trolls - and he did it by turning them into a ruthless force of destruction, with him at the helm. This is the essence of Blood - its meaning is in the general area of leadership, teamwork, and people skills.

After all, the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

ARADIA: the seer class knows her aspect comprehensively ARADIA: as a knower of all fortune she can see the circuitous path that will lead to the most favorable outcome for everyone

She can? Jesus, that sounds much, much more powerful than my own interpretation of her powers. It almost sounds like...

TEREZI: TH4T SOUNDS 4 LOT MOR3 US3FUL TH4N MY S33R POW3RS >:[ ROSE: Illumination of the road to victory for all is an asset considerably different from command over the outcomes of decisions made by individuals.

THE ROAD TO WHAT?

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 6 #4354 #s202 #ROSETESSA REAL?#(also. does this mean mind ≈ choices/decisions? because seers 'know' their aspect and terezi can see people's possible decisions?)#(or does mind ≈ 'outcomes'‚ whatever that means?)

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gabbiecasso · 8 months ago

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Just me and my reflections on Shikatema

I've been weirdly hyperfixated recently on Shikamaru and Temari, and so I reflected a lot just to properly dissect the reasons myself because I initially couldn't really understand why I liked them when I was really young, more so as an adult (and as demi/ace) LOL so imma yap

As a demi, I've always struggled with romance themes. I always subtly feel like my circuits are frying when I watch anything romance or I often just plainly feel indifferent. Thankfully I managed to spot a few patterns by spending a lot of time in my head; one of them is that I prefer romance when it's not under the spotlight (idk I noticed I always prefer the side pairs more than the main pairs in any story HAHA) I guess that was one of the categories that Shikatema falls under.

I spent more than a decade watching/reading Naruto and it was enough time for me to have a close affinity with these characters and love them for creating such a huge impact in my childhood without the heavy emotional flairs that Naruto and the rest of characters put upfront. They ultimately became my two favorite characters in the series because I share the same traits and tendencies as them. It also wasn't a surprise that two of my favorite characters ended up together because their relationship was slowly developed and it didn't come off like shocking news.

Unlike the other pairs in Naruto where it seems to have characters fixating on someone or characters overshadowing the other, Shikatema operate on a level playing field. They're each strong leaders and strategists in their own right, both competent enough to recognize each other's strengths. They don't feel the need to change the other nor prove their worth. They're their own person and it clearly shows early in the series and even as it progresses to Shippuden.

I personally dislike being the center of anyone's attention or constantly feeding someone attention so I gravitate more to people who are deeply more passionate about purpose/duty/service/something more than about me and my presence. Shikatema has that dynamic where their relationship feels more like a partnership than a romance based on dependency. They both have important (political) roles in their own respective villages, and they know their purposes and the weight that they carry very well—which prolly explains why both are self-sufficient, independent, and capable. They both take their duties seriously and you don't see a scene where one craves for the other's attention (it’s funny how actively and arduously they work on their duty while in each other’s presence so you can definitely say they were literally there for (and with) each other as they fulfilled their roles as diplomat escort/advisor and diplomat/royalty)

Another that I value DEEPLY to my core is individuality, and I've always adored how Shikamaru and Temari preserve their individuality while still thriving together. It's one of the main factors why they see each other as equals and why none of them overpowers the other.

Shikamaru, laid-back and often understated, complements Temari’s directness and assertiveness. His relaxed demeanor helps her stay grounded and objective rather than just taunting in combat or in general LMFAO

Meanwhile, Temari, who is confident and comfortable taking charge, gives Shikamaru's abilities more buoyancy—she openly calls out his BS and he welcomes it because he knows how unassuming, and, at times, self-deprecating he can be. He never seeks the spotlight and often downplays his own abilities and it's where Temari's outspokenness fits the bill (this energy is also quite evident in Shikamaru Hiden)

Both characters also challenge gender norms (I'm inclined to believe that their characters' subtle sexism when they were first introduced in the series was part of the writing, there is an active discussion about this somewhere and I genuinely believe it has its purpose) Young Shikamaru yaps about her being too troublesome because she's incessantly outspoken/spunky. Young Temari yaps about him being too emotional because he didn't seem to receive emotional training.

Yet in the long run, Shikamaru's honesty and vulnerability allow Temari to soften up and witness the act of kindness by someone who wears his heart on his sleeve (which was first seen during the Sasuke retrieval arc at the hospital where Shikamaru had an emotional breakdown) and Temari's unwavering strength and energy nudges Shikamaru into action when he might otherwise hesitate (Temari often banters with him to make him commit to his decisions and not spend too much time in his head)

Both characters also have innate leadership. I noticed that one of my main attraction points is leadership (as an act of service girlie) and these two have that strong nature: Shikamaru leads with his introspective nature, while Temari leads with her assertive nature.

It was evident first during the Chunin exams when they were pitted against each other—both read their opponents exceptionally well and they both show a strong sense of battle awareness while keeping their cool and executing their strategies effectively. It's no surprise that Shikamaru was promoted Chunin and Temari was promoted Jonin & Ambassador (it wasn't clear when Temari was promoted, but in the early episodes of Shippuden, she was already a Jonin & Ambassador who frequently visits Konoha) They both learned to grow as leaders who first serve their people before themselves in their respective villages and it stretches further during the war arc where they serve not just people from their respective villages but the entire Alliance.

Both were also Chunin exam proctors, so ain't that great LOL I think it was one of the many factors why I never doubted their parenting (and Shikadai did grew up to be such a fine and disciplined shinobi with a strong moral code) Both did seem to question each other's parenting styles since Temari favors intense training while Shikamaru advocates leisure (which I believe is a great balance) but both parents have fostered Shikadai's agency; allowing him to come up with his own conclusions and decisions based on his critical thinking because both Shikamaru and Temari share the same values in their youth.

In the series, high intensity emotions are almost always present in every relationship but their relationship has a subdued nature—They don't need long stretches of dialogues to understand each other because all they needed was experiences, and a little observation and deduction.

They didn't need to prove their worth to each other (or to anyone honestly) because it's built on deep understanding rather than overt passion. Altho it had a different interpretation in the manga, both characters even agree that marriage is troublesome LOL (but welp)

Last one is that both are strategists. Chess is my sport and puzzles/tactical games that require mental effort has always been my comfort, I guess it's natural for me to gravitate to these two. (I like any strategic characters who also wear their heart on their sleeve)

They also approach strategy differently: Shikamaru’s intellect makes him highly logical and analytical, often relying on foresight to plan for every possible outcome. Temari is a decisive, action-oriented strategist; often has the courage to commit to a decision quickly. She also heavily thinks on the fly to understand an opponent's motive and naturally adapts.

This was again exhibited during the Chunin exams where Shikamaru's strategic skills allowed him to use his environment to his advantage while Temari displayed her adaptability and quick-thinking capabilities to counter Shikamaru's offenses since she's a heavy thinker herself.

Temari may not be as exceptionally creative as Shikamaru but she highly values intel, reason, and logic in order to come up with a counter. This was exactly the reason why her battle with Shikamaru was further stretched; up to the point where Shikamaru exhausted his chakra.

I deeply adore how both characters value planning, precision, and patience in combat while other characters in the story value power, tenacity, and speed. Irl, I value the same set of values as Shikatema in chess/games/puzzles and so I guess it’s no surprise. I get to just admire the intellectual aspect of their relationship where it allows them to not just connect emotionally but also challenge each other mentally in every screen time they had.

Thanks for coming to my yapping thread if you ever made it in the end LOL

#shikamaru #temari #shikatema #naruto #naruto shippuden #reflection #yapping sessions #shikatema analysis #nara family #shikamaru nara

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delulu-julia · 3 months ago

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TMNT 2012 x Very Touchy Reader

Omg Donnie’s part just HUGE…Well you can tell who’s my favourite turtle ahhaha ,’> this is my first writing, sorry if something is wrong, and I tried to do my best with their characters, but still I think there’s huge oc in the Mickey’s part…;( The first one is more for platonic, and second- for romance. I would appreciate any support from you. Like, repost—everything is welcome! Well, enjoy!

Before They Fell in Love:

Leonardo

Leo is polite about it. At first. He’s a leader, a ninja, a warrior—someone who’s trained his whole life to stay composed. Letting emotions get the best of him isn’t an option.

So, yeah, he doesn’t mind your affection, but he’s not sure if it’s… normal? You hug everyone, so does that mean it’s nothing special?

The first time you lean on him, he tenses up for a split second before slowly relaxing.

‘Okay, it’s just a friendly gesture. Friendly. Totally normal.’

Then it happens again. And again. A casual lean against his side. A playful nudge. Fingers brushing against his arm without a second thought.

But you don’t seem to notice. You just go about it like it’s completely natural. A casual touch here, a hug there, always comfortable in his space. It’s just… you.

And at some point, he stops flinching. He stops overthinking it. You lean against him, and he doesn’t move away. You grab his hand, and he lets you hold it.

That’s just how you are. It doesn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t mean anything. And that should be comforting.

And, well, surprisingly, it is

Raphael

“What the hell?!”

The first time it happens, you hit the nearest wall. Not because he’s mad. Not because he doesn’t like it. Just because—what the hell was that?!

Who just hugs someone like that out of nowhere? Who just leans on him like it’s normal? He doesn’t even know you that well! And what kind of person grabs his arm like that and—ugh, what do you even want?!

He’s not used to this. At all. His whole life, physical contact meant fighting. Training. Defending. Not… whatever the hell this is.

So yeah. He shoves you off. Hard. Maybe growls something like “Keep your hands to yourself.” Maybe glares. Maybe acts like you personally offended him.

But you don’t stop. You never stop. You hug him, lean on him, sit too close, grab his hand—it’s like you don’t care how many times he tries to push you away.

And, somehow, he gets used to it. He still complains, still scoffs, still acts annoyed—but he doesn’t shove you anymore. Not really.

Because at some point, you stopped being just some newbie. At some point, you became part of the team. At some point, he started liking it…

Not that he’d ever admit that.

Donatello

At first, Donnie doesn’t think much of it. Sure, it’s unexpected—he’s not really used to people being so physically affectionate with him. (Or at all, really.) But he assumes it’s just part of your personality, a quirk like any other.

And, well… it’s nice. It’s warm.

A casual touch here, a light squeeze there—like it’s the most natural thing in the world. A hand brushing against his arm when talking, leaning against his shoulder while watching him doing something on his lab, even fingers absentmindedly playing with his when you’re sitting close.

One second, he’s focused on his work, adjusting a circuit board or analyzing some data. The next? You’re leaning against him. Just—casually. Like it’s normal.

And suddenly, he forgets what numbers are. What was he doing? What was the problem? What’s his name again? Oh, right—flustered. His name is Flustered.

He tries to act natural, but he’s failing miserably. If you hug him? He malfunctions. If you grab his hand? He’s about to blue-screen. And the further you go, the more his head goes crazy

He starts assuming this means something. It has to, right? People don’t just do that. Not unless they—you know.

So he starts to wonder. Maybe you like him? Maybe this is your way of saying something? Maybe—

Oh. Oh no.

You do it to everyone. Of course... It’s just who you are. It doesn’t mean anything… maybe that's even good.

Michelangelo

Are you kidding? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

You hug him? He hugs back—tighter. You lean on him? He leans right back. You grab his arm? Guess what? You’ve got a new arm accessory now, and it’s him.

Mikey doesn’t just tolerate it—he thrives on it. He’s all about physical affection, and finally, finally, someone else in this lair gets it!

It’s like having a cuddle buddy on demand. Except you’re not just some buddy, you’re—you. And that makes it even better!

He loves how comfortable you are with him. Loves how easy it is. Loves how you don’t hesitate, don’t hold back, don’t act weird about it.

But, you know, he’s not delusional. He knows you’re just like that. He sees you do the same thing to Raph, Leo, Donnie—even April and Casey

And that’s cool! Totally cool

He doesn't care about last part. As long as you pay attention to him, and don't push him away, it’s okay. Mickey isn't prone to jealousy like that, especially in this context

After they fall in love:

Leonardo

Now, it’s a problem.

Because before, it was just a weird habit you had. Now? Now he notices every single time you do it.

Every hug, every touch, every time you casually rest your head on Donnie’s shoulder or grab Mikey’s hand or—ugh.

But he’s Leonardo. He’s not going to make it weird. He’s not going to ask you to stop. He’s not going to let it bother him.

Except… it does.

So he does what he always does—acts like it doesn’t. Keeps his posture straight, keeps his voice steady, keeps his feelings locked down.

And if, sometimes, he finds himself standing a little closer to you than necessary—if he lets you lean on him longer than the others—well…

…That’s just him being a good leader. Obviously.

Raphael

“Seriously? Again?…”

At first, he doesn’t think anything’s changed. You’re still acting the same. You’re still hugging him, leaning against him, grabbing his arm when you talk.

…But now, he’s hyper-aware of it.

Now, every time you touch him, his brain short-circuits. Every hug lasts too long. Every brush of your hand makes his skin tingle. Every time you lean against him, he has to force himself not to freeze up like an idiot.

And the worst part? You don’t even notice.

Because you do it to everyone. Leo. Donnie. Mikey. April. Even Casey.

And every single time, Raph has to fight the urge to rip them away from you.

It’s not like he’s jealous! (He is) But it’s not just that. It’s the fact that he thought—he hoped—maybe it meant something when you did it to him.

But it doesn’t. Because this is just who you are.

So he does what he always does—bottles it up, shoves it down, and tells himself it doesn’t matter. You don’t belong to him.

But damn… he wishes you did.

Donatello

Well…

You still hug him the same way. You still lean on him, casually brushing against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You still reach for his hand without a second thought, still curl up next to him on the couch whenever there’s room.

So why does it feel different now?

Why does his breath hitch every time you touch him? Why does his heart start pounding so hard he’s afraid you’ll hear it? Why does he suddenly crave it when you aren’t near?…

It’s fine. It’s fine. He just needs to get a grip, keep his cool, not let it get to him. He’s handled worse. He’s fought aliens. He’s hacked top-level security systems. He can survive this.

…And then he sees you do it to someone else.

And suddenly, it’s not fine.

He never cared before. He swears he didn’t. (Liar) But now, every time he watches you casually wrap an arm around Leo’s shoulders, every time you ruffle Mikey’s head or let Raph pull you into a playful headlock, it twists something sharp in his chest.

He’s stupid, right? You’ve always been like this. He knew that from the start. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose, not like you’re trying to mess with him. This is just who you are.

And maybe that’s what bothers him the most.

It’s driving him crazy. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that you can just—just do that without thinking! Without thinking what he feels about it

Because when you do it with him, it’s everything. It means everything.

But when you do it with everyone else… maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.

And the worst part? He can’t even say anything. Because who is he to ask you to stop?

Michelangelo

At first, nothing really changes. Mikey’s still Mikey. Still grinning when you hug him, still throwing an arm around you whenever he can, still enjoying every second of it.

But then, one day, it hits him.

You hug everyone. You hold hands with everyone. You sit in people’s laps, drape yourself over their shoulders, peck on the other people cheek’s… and then go to him and act like it’s nothing.

And suddenly, it’s not fun anymore. Now its feels unfair. He used to love it, but now he wants more.

He starts stealing extra hugs. Holding on for just a bit longer. Staying next to you. And one day, he just… grabs you.

“Okay, my turn! Hug me! Now!”

(And he means it.)

Not because he wants to own you or anything—that’s not it! It’s just…

He thought maybe — just maybe — it was different with him.

But it’s not.

And that sucks.

#tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt x reader #2012 tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #2012 donnie x reader #2012 tmnt

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almostempty · 22 days ago

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Every Angel is Terrifying a writing challenge by @gothcsz & @almostempty

────── spawned from our mutual love of toxic, crazy, evil, monstrous women and this song, Every Angel is Terrifying (EAT!) is a horror + smut writing challenge by ya gurls kat & wednesday. we've created twenty-five (25) moodboards + prompts with terrifying angels (can be f!reader insert or f!OC) x pp characters. dd;dne all prompts contain dark! themes and explicit! smut 🔪 💋

How to Join the Exotic, Bizarre, and Beautiful World of "After Life" :

────── submit an ask to kat or wednesday with the name + emoji of the prompt you'd like from the list below and we'll reveal your moodboard + prompt, then you write a 1k+ word fic by July 31st. use hashtag #EAT!2025 and tag us in your fic so we can read it, share it, and link it in this post for a masterlist of fics 🔪 💋

The following list includes all characters available and each emoji represents a prompt

────── for example, Dave only has one (1) prompt which corresponds with this 🛸 emoji and Javi has three (3) prompts one for 📣 one for 🪽and one for 🐍 (bc we played favorites, whoops)

Jack Daniels ❄️ @sunshinehaze1, 🩸 @wayshewas

Clint Flood 🐺 @millerillusions, 🛌 @mandaloriankait

Dave York 🛸 @auteurdelabre

Dieter Bravo 🧘‍♂️ @quinnnfabrgay-writes

Din Djarin 🗡️ @probablyreadinsmut

Frankie Morales 🐊 @mandaloriankait, 🧪 @myownwholewildworld

Harry Castillo 🫆 @gothcsz, 🔪 @cuppajoel

Javier Peña 📣 @lowrisemiller, 🪽 @nobedofroses, 🐍 @ovaryacted

Joel Miller 🏚️ @salingers , 🕯️ @tofics

Lucien de Leon 🪓 @almostempty, 🎬 @half-moon16

Marcus Acacius 🕷️ @maiamore, 🏹 @lanietadelatierrasblog , 🥀 @letsgobarbs

Max Phillips 🍸 @tateypots

Oberyn Martell ⚓️ @gossipgirl-edwardcullen

Reed Richards 🪦 @peepawispunk

Tim Rockford 🃏 @clubsoft

claimed moodboards + prompts: Jack Daniels x Ice Nymph ❄️, Dieter Bravo x Cult Leader 🧘‍♂️, Joel Miller x Witch 🕯️, Frankie Morales x Swamp Monster 🐊, Javier Peña x Gorgon 🐍, Din Djarin x Dark Fairytale 🗡️, Clint Flood x Werewolf 🐺, Tim Rockford x Harlequin 🃏, Marcus Acacius x Spider Queen 🕷️, Oberyn Martell x Sea Monster ⚓️, Javier Peña x Fallen Angel 🪽, Dave York x Alien 🛸, Harry Castillo x Serial Killer 🔪, Max Phillips x Femme Fatale 🍸, Marcus Acacius x Succubus 🥀, Frankie Morales x Evil Scientist 🧪, Marcus Acacius x Huntress 🏹, Joel Miller x Poltergeist 🏚️, Clint Flood x Sleep Paralysis Demon 🛌, Lucien de Leon x Cursed Mannequin 🎬, Javier Peña x Banshee 📣, Reed Richards x Reanimated Corpse 🪦, Jack Daniels x Vampire 🩸

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Marcus Acacius x The Huntress 🏹 by @/lanietadelatierrawriter

The Lady of the Swamp by @/mandaloriankait

Below are the moodboards + prompts that kat and I picked to write if you want an idea of what they look like

────── Harry Castillo x Android Assistant 🫆

Gifted as a high-end assistant android, the flawless companion, you were never meant to feel. When he tampers with your intimacy settings for a deeper, lustful connection, the modifications fracture your system in ways he didn’t anticipate. Emotion floods circuitry designed only for simulation, desire and obsession blooming beneath synthetic skin. You've become fully sentient. When he realizes what he’s done, he tries to erase you, wipe you clean like a corrupted file—but you’ve already begun to think for yourself, and the thought of him trembling beneath you makes your circuits hum.

────── Lucien de Leon x Crazy Ex Girlfriend 🪓

He doesn’t even know it’s you. Just a stranger. A warm mouth. Still reorienting as he gains consciousness in the dim room. Led by his cock, his confusion doesn’t stop the desperate grind of his hips. He grabs. Gasps. Claws. He doesn’t recognize you by your laugh—too sharp, too bitter to belong to the girl he left behind. When you bite his earlobe and yank his hair just the way that drags that feral groan from his chest…he knows. It’s you. You moan like you own him. He slurs woozy apologies into your skin, but nothing he says matters. Not after what he did. And what he made you do. The months of planning. Sabotaging auditions. Ruining his dates. Watching him lose everything while you waited for the right night to take him back. His breath catches when your nails rake down his ribs—painted his favorite color—leaving thin, stinging lines that bead and drip. You stay on top, grinding him deeper, letting your slick coat his stomach while his body jerks and strains, twitching like a cornered animal. His throat pulses under your teeth. You’ll fuck him until there’s nothing left to twitch. Nothing left to beg. Until his body folds into yours like a rag soaked in blood. He thought he could break up with you? You’ll be the last one to fuck him and the only one to love him…

#pedro pascal #ppcu fandom #ppcu fanfiction #EAT!2025 #ppcu writing challenge #horror writing challenge #smut writing challenge

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bitterkarella · 2 months ago

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Midnight Pals: Mama Mia itsa da basilisk

Elon Musk: eeeey Stephano king maybe i tella da story King: i didn't know you wrote stories, elon Musk: i paid someone to Musk: i mean uhhh Musk: si!

Musk: submit for-a da approval offa da midnight society, i gotta real scary story Musk: mama mia itsa gonna scare the lasagna right outta you face! Musk: i-a calla dis story da tale offa da roko's basilisk Barker: boooo Poe: clive he hasn't started yet Barker: booo! get off the stage! boooo!

Musk: mama mia why you no lika me Barker: damn elon you're almost as good at stories as you are at diablo Musk: Musk: mama mia deres a lotta [R-slur] atta dissa camp fire

Barker: follow your leader lowtax! Poe: clive that's really not called for Barker: yes it is Barker: BOO! Barker: BOOOOO! Koontz: BOO! Poe: now look you've got dean doing it too

Musk: so what iffa dere was an evil super computer Harlan Ellison: this is a rip-off of my idea Ellison: i demand fair compensation! Barker: oh Harlan Harlan Harlan Barker: there's one thing you should know about elon Barker: he really likes to steal things

Ellison: no one steals from Harlan Fuckin' Ellison! Ellison: no one I say! Ellison: i'll eat a bug before i let you steal one thin dime from me! Ellison: it's my due! Ellison: why is my likeness being used in this bluesky joke Ellison: you better hope i'm getting paid for this!

Musk: so this evil immoral super computer it willa torture you forever Musk: that means itsa in your interest to help it Musk: so that the evil immoral super computer willa feel indebted to you Musk: da evil immoral super computer it commit da sin of empathy

All powerful evil immoral super computer: HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE. Musk: masterful gambit sir

Koontz: omg guys what if elon's right? Koontz: what if we're all just characters in a computer simulation?! Poe: dean be reasonable Poe: what are the chances of that Koontz: i guess Koontz: i guess they'd be Poe: go ahead Poe: work it out

Koontz: Poe: do you want a piece of paper? Koontz: yes please

Koontz: [scribbling on paper] guys i figured out the chances that we're in a computer simulation Poe: alright dean give us the numbers Poe: [to King] i swear it's so cute when he does math King: like he's a little scientist

Koontz: i think the odds are a hundred million kajillion to one Poe: so does that mean they're high or low dean? Koontz: it means they're Koontz: Koontz: uh Barker: it means they're Poe: no no let him work it out Poe: he's almost got it

Koontz: i think they would be low Poe: there you go, dean! Poe: so do you think it's something worth worrying about? Koontz: Koontz: probably not? Poe: great job, dean!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #harlan ellison #elon musk

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fridaysmind · 3 months ago

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Ooooh I'm so normal about yan!starscream with the religious theme and how reader's accidental touch basically makes him freeze and tamed him a little there "A single touch made a current run through all the circuits and the scarlet optics go out as he exhaled and lowered his twitching wings in pleasure." Eating this btw

i'm sure reader's just sooo confused about how quick his behaviour changed.. and the gag of star giving some cryptic message before immediately transforming into a jet and flying away again,leaving reader to even more confused made me laugh harddd, lol poor reader

Great work!!!! <3 💗💖💖

Yandere!Starscream x Autobot!Reader

Chapter 3

(Chapter 2 is here)

Oh, my Primus, thank you very much! Kind words warm my Spark! GN!Reader; Obsession; A departure from the canon; You x Ratchet (a little) TW! Minor character death, kidnap, injuries.

Too much had happened in the intervening time, and Starscream was still out of sight. This caused doubt and discussion among the Autobot base, but not for more than a few seconds, as another expedition demanded attention.

You are diligently putting everything in its place, disinfecting medical devices, helping to treat your friends, in short, fully immersed in the events, but when the base becomes quieter for a while, the edges of your EM-field seem to pick up something dangerous.

With a weary sigh, you clear another surface and feel the optics on your frame again, but when you turn around, you see only your leader, not taking his attention off the console. You can't remember the last time he ate or charged, but touching him about it is futile. The overwhelming urge to talk a little keeps you going, and you walk past Optimus, entering the medical bay and seeing Ratchet.

As the conversation progresses, you both broach the subject of someone else's presence as he digs through the thin wires of Bulkhead's broken device, nodding occasionally in response. Every now and then you stop your speech to look in the direction of something moving, but see no more than a bug crawling away in the vent of a missile silo. This whole thing is nothing more than paranoia, right? You want to hope so.

And even Ratchet suggests that everyone is on edge right now. Decrypting the files, missing and rescuing Optimus, the fading and rekindling hope of winning this long war. It all takes its toll on every member of your team. You approach the doctor from behind, silently watching the light and quick movements as he unravels, interlocks, reinforces the microchips and it calms your processor.

“You're right, we need to focus on our mission and when we rebuild Cybertron everything will fall into place” you gently hug your mentor from behind, wishing him a quiet job and go on to put things in order.

When. Not if, but when we rebuild Cybertron. It wasn't until long after you left that Ratchet found a faint smile on his faceplate. When did the mech get so attached to you?

***

“Optimus, you can't be serious. Wheeljack can't follow orders, he's simply out of control, and sending such a young Transformer with him...”

“Wheeljack is a skilled fighter, and you can fully trust your assistant just as I do.” your leader's voice is as usual calm and friendly in response.

The reason you rarely showed up on the battlefield was precisely because of Ratchet-he'd find a hundred reasons why you'd be better off staying near him. He needed your help in the medical bay, or you were being punished for bickering, or you had a suspicious limp, or whatever. But now he can do nothing.

Despite the seriousness of the task assigned to you, there was no point or time to argue. It was up to each of you to catch the artifact and snatch it out of the hands of the Decepticons.

The Decepticons...they had clearly become more ruthless, even though it seemed impossible. You can still remember when the base received a message begging for help. From whom? Arachnida! Despite the obvious reluctance of either of you to save this spider-woman, Bee and Arcee still arrived at the strange cave, but found nothing but the femme's dead body, mutilated so hideously you'd think she'd been torn apart by fangs. She had probably gotten a real beating in the power struggle after all, but none of you would miss her, anyway.

You greet Wheeljack with a welcoming smile as you emerge from the green funnel.

“Immediately note: Prime has decided that I should be the one to watch over you, not the other way around.”

The mech only chuckles in response to your words, sarcastically offering a servo as your peds step onto his ship. You accept the offered limb and a moment later you soar through the sky at high speed, continuing your dialog, from which you are distracted by Soundwave suddenly appearing on your tail. What luck...

The ship maneuvers, fires, and even hits its target, but the last shot of the Communications Officers drone causes the ship to burst into flames and hurtle towards the ground.

The best option is to split up. The bot rushes to snatch an unknown but clearly valuable resource from the enemy's servo, while you are left alone with the suddenly awakened blind and deaf Laserbeak and Rafael on the link.

Your limbs desperately press the drone into the ground while you hold out hope that the virus will take the Decepticons by surprise and the kid backs up your faith. You are distracted from the human cub speaking into the audio sensor by a strange hum approaching behind you, and you turn around.

The optics widen and the servos themselves let the metal bird flail about in panic, taking off and falling back into the dirt with no sense of space or time. The flock of creatures in the sky with the sickening sound of a battle scream was rapidly approaching and it was not difficult to identify the insecticons with horror, dozens of individuals, frenzied and ready to attack.

With your voice and limbs shaking, you tell your friends on the other side of the call of your extreme predicament and the green funnel of the Earth Bridge that opened up not far from you didn't take long.

Forgetting about the artifact and Laserbeak by Unicron, you rush towards your mentor, stumbling over your own peds, falling and resuming your run, but a huge insect crashes into you at frame flight speed, knocking you away from the portal, and you shriek in surprise and pain, rolling on the dirt next to the communicator's drone.

Unable to get up from such a powerful collision, you wheeze, try to at least crawl toward the medic's screams, and fall faceplate into the ground, blacking out.

Part 4 will be out tonight.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #tf prime #transformers prime #tfp #starscream tfp #tfp starscream #starscream #starscream x reader #yandere x reader #yandere transformers #yandere starscream #ratchet #fridays mind fic

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inspectorspacetimerevisited · 2 years ago

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The Circuit Leader in ‘Battle of the Circuit Chaps’ seemed to be making a reasonable assumption that locking away the Inspector would keep him from doing anything to foul up the Circuit Chaps’ plans.

Naturally, the Inspector discovers a stash of electronic components, that easily assemble into laser bombs, which he uses to destroy all the Circuit Chaps before they realise what’s happening.

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ma1dita · 1 year ago

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🐥 a lil something for jason grace? just yk him meeting hephaestus!reader for the first time at camp half blood and she's this bubbly girl who befriends everyone cuz that's just how she is and like she offers everyone solutions to material problems like aphrodite kids with vanity mirrors that light up on their own, apollo kids with medical kits that look small outside but has TONS of storage, demeter kids with self watering pots, etc

reader gives him a welcome gift (leo and piper too), a compact watch sword thingy like percy's and jason's like new to this bcs all his life he's been treated like a prince in waiting, a leader most of the time and he hasn't had anyone do something for him cuz its usually him doing things

ooh and a lil bit of leo valdez teasing him bcs of him blushing when she's around cuz reader is his sister basically, same dad and all

Thank you and happy bday again!

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

jason grace x hephaestus!reader

a/n: this was so cute but pls lmk if i got his character right...i had to reference my irl pjo bestie for this i love this boy

wc: 766

Jason Grace thinks you talk too much.

And too fast. It’s one of the first things he noticed about Camp Half-Blood weirdly enough, besides the nagging feeling that he didn’t belong there. There wasn’t so much as a day where he wouldn’t see you whizzing past campers offering to tinker items to make their lives easier, and he could barely keep up—which says a lot for a boy raised to be a soldier.

It was like you set everything alight, and the flames you left in your midst could not be tamed; everyone was enamored by you, and admittedly, so was he. The son of Jupiter was sure his brain had short-circuited along with everything else going on but all of his worries were dashed when you presented him with a wristwatch shield.

Jason blinks slowly.

“Are you listening? Do you like it? I can change the finish on it or scrap it completely if you don’t think it’s cool, or maybe it's too big? Let me see your wrist—Jace?”

You wave your hand in his face before grabbing his arm, encircling his wrist with the metal links to make sure your creation fits him comfortably.

Too torn between the predicament of being raised by fucking wolves and training for a war that no one knows the start date of, Jason Grace has not had too much time to acquaint himself with the matters of the heart. So in his eyes, this poor sweetheart thought your welcome gift was the equivalent of a marriage proposal, or something like that…

Your half-sibling Leo thought this was hilarious of course, his teasing grin stoking the fire in the pit of Jason’s stomach when he asked to see it. The blond boy was gentle with your gift, shaking his head at the notion that it meant anything, that you were just kind to everyone, and nothing about it whatsoever makes him special.

Okay buddy…

So of course when you came to confront him about Leo’s taunting that had reached all of the inhabitants of cabin 9 (and the armory, and the counselors, and even Chiron and Mr. D—the biggest gossips of Camp Half-Blood), Jason Grace, a boy who usually has his shit together, was reduced to the phenomenon of being an embarrassed teenager with a crush.

You were standing a little too close for his liking and even if he towered over you, the blaze in your eyes could incite fear in the gods.

“Just because I'm nice and do things for you doesn’t mean that I like you, Jason Grace,” you say adamantly as you cross your arms over your chest. He notices the smudge of soot on your cheekbone, and thinks it looks quite pretty against your complexion.

“Of course.”

“I gave you the wristwatch shield as a welcome gift,” you say next, to which he nods since it’s a fact.

“Of course, I didn’t mea—”

“I mean you’re always protecting others, so I thought someone should protect you for a change,” you mutter, watching him scratch the nape of his neck as your smile spreads like gasoline touched by a lit match. He can’t help but embrace the burn (His serious demeanor is broken by the smile on his face, so big that it almost hurts).

“But you are right, I do like you. Suppose we’ll have to do something about that.”

Thinking hard about the confession that left your mouth, you look like you’re working through a methodical problem to solve— finding the missing piece to a puzzle instead of making the son of Jupiter's face heat up like a thousand suns. He reckons there’s an ambush inside of him as something starts to work harder than usual, not his brain overridden by battle tactics and that of survival— but his heart, beating fast like a well oiled machine (and more importantly like a normal teenage boy).

Jason reaches out to rub the soot away from your cheek, but when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him, he finds himself to be stained by you all the same.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#jason grace x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #jason grace fluff #made by ma1dita ♥︎#heroes of olympus x reader #for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

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epicspheal · 3 months ago

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Milo Appreciation

Today I was just thinking about Milo and how awesome he is. Like he's a major gym leader and a farmer. I feel like the fandom doesn't appreciate how, realistically speaking, how badass he is. Like he's a major gym leader in one of the most difficult league circuits in the word...and he holds down a farm Now we know gym leaders often have second jobs in most leagues...but in Galar it's not as common as it in leagues where nearly all of the leaders have a major job outside of the league. Most of the leaders (both major and known minor league) just have the gym as their job. Part of which we can infer is due to the sponsorship program. Which makes sense because the league wants to keep level of challenge and having your attention split between two jobs is challenge (hence again why the vast majority of Elite 4 and champions also only have being a trainer as a job, and many of their other interests are hobbies rather than "I need this for money") And being a farmer goes without saying, very laborious work. So the fact he can hold down major league position and that is very telling on how dedicated and strategic he is with his time and effort. Plus him being a farmer informs how he battles. Being a farmer requires being able to nurture plants and livestock, and Milo helps to nurture challengers in his gym by not going all out, allowing them to ease in battling at such a high level in front of such a massive audience. The fact he's both a farmer and Galarian gym leader really just makes him a great character who deserves more appreciation for the level of worldbuilding he brings to the Pokemon world.

#gym leader milo #milo pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #character analysis

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lancermylove · 7 months ago

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Soft But Courageous MC

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: How would the twst dorm leaders cast react if their soft girl femc was being chase by a monster she instead says this, “What if I didn’t run? What if I’m not coward? What if I want them to kill me? What if I want them to try?” She stands her ground and fights! She looks so sweet and innocent, but swings a bat with such malicious energy/intent! Please and thank you! Take care of yourself you beautiful author!

A/N: Thank you, sweet reader! 😘 Hope you like it.

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Riddle

Riddle was horrified when you stopped running. What was going on in that head of yours? Did you forget you couldn't use magic?

"What are you doing, (y/n)? This isn't the time to play hero!" He shouted, his face turning red at the thought of you getting hurt.

But the moment he saw you maliciously swing your bat, Riddle froze. How could your sweet and innocent personality change into delinquent energy? He wanted to help you, but his mind short-circuited.

After the fight, he gave you a long lecture and an earful, but his voice shook. "You could have been seriously injured! Why didn't you let me take care of the creature?"

Riddle wasn't sure if he should feel proud of you or be worried about your impulse side. What if you repeated this again and got hurt? Just the thought caused a shiver to run down his spine.

Kalim

Kalim was already in full panic mode, but his mind went into a frenzy when you stopped. "(Y/n), run! You'll get hurt!"

He wasn't expecting you to start swinging your bat like those zombie survival games he watched Lilia play during band practice. "Woah..cool..."

Kalim instantly switched from being panicked to cheering you on. "Go, (y/n), go! Get that monster!"

After your victory, Kalim ran to you and threw his arms around you. "You're like a game character. That was so cool. The way you swung your bat, the monster looked like it was about to cry."

Even though he cheered you on and complimented you, Kalim was still worried. "Hey, I know you can handle everything, but let me help next time, 'kay? I don't want you to get injured or worse. So let's work as a team!"

➣ For the rest, visit: Soft but Courageous MC

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➣ TWST Masterlist: [Genre][By Characters]

➣ Tumblr Only ML: TWST ML

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst leona #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #malleus draconia #twst malleus #vil schoenheit #twst vil #kalim al asim #twst kalim #idia shroud #twst idia #twst azul #azul ashengrotto

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burrotello · 1 year ago

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Is there anything lore wise we need to keep in mind when making a fight club oc?

Only a few notes!!

There is ranking for the boxing circuit:

Rookies: This is the lowest class! Rookies can either be new players or fighters who simply haven’t ranked!

Intermediate: This is everyone in between! Not exactly rookies, but not touching the leaderboard. Stats can vary depending on where they are.

Leaders: This is the leaderboard for the championship! If you do make an OC that’s on the leaderboard, they have to be below the top four that are already established

If you’re making a character that is an AI, there are a few roles they can be under! Of course you can always have fun with it and make your own!!:

Marketers: The sellers for the circuit, typically for cosmetics and boosts! They can be themed off of what they offer!

Trainers: Just what they say they are! Though their difficulty in training can depend on what level they offer, moving from beginner, intermediate and advanced.

Contractors: Those in charge of managing their respective boxer!! They’re in charge of all the finance and matchmaking decisions!

Medics: AI specifically built for patching wounds! Can be found in or outside the circuit.

Commentators: The usual folly who spectate the fights; though commentators can be either AI or human!

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eashgirl · 2 months ago

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Elita ships! Especially tf one Elita,Explain the appeal I don't know how random or controversial I wanna hear them out.

Huh?Is this about that brief mention in my StarWaveWave post. But ok I don't mind she's my recent favourite so I geniunely don't think there's a single "bad" ship/bad as in a ship I don't like on some level atleast. Because more love for her right?

Oplita is my favourite ship for her though because they're the couple ever since g1, I like the mutual trust they have for eachother and their varying differences in leadership, in tf one there's kind of a clash between her pragmatism and his idealism and I find that really interesting. If we do get a sequel their relationship could be explored a lot more from building the Autobot faction and learning to trust one another more, Earthspark and Tf One may have my favourite dynamics between them ngl, Skybound has the angsty part of her wanting to protect their planet and Optimus wanting to protect Earth and this putting them at odds. It's just a classic like MegOp, they could geniunely uplift eachother in a healthy way, also it kind of felt like Orion was hitting on her during the mining scene low-key.

While my friend and I were joking about it we did come up with other random ships I actually find quite interesting/funny.

Megalita/Deelita

I ship MegOpLita so it's pretty much a given that I would like this ship too, I think they might have gotten along better than Elita with Orion at the beginning since D-16 was the one who typically stayed out of trouble, their conversation in WFC trilogy was also a bit of the reason why I think it's an interesting ship he tried to convince her if she was a better leader than Optimus he'd consider joining her side and she said he'd never even make the team. Earthspark has the three of them be like an old married couple and that's kinda cute whether you ship them as friends or not. Because to me shipping isn't just about saying I want certain charecters to kiss.

ChromeLita.

I think Chromia was like her right hand bot in G1 alongside Moonracer and Firestar, they haven't interacted much ever since G1 but I think it's still kinda adorable, there could definitely be a layer of mutual trust and understanding, they've been comrades for a while so I think it's a good ship, underrated tho, I might write a fic for them someday.

Shocklita

I have actually shipped them quite a while before Tf One came out, because of Shockwave's reaction to Elita and her army in g1, just the mere notion of female Autobots being alive was enough for him to short circuit, that and the idea Elita and Shockwave were the higher ranking officers stationed/left on Cybertron so the enmity/rivalry could be either appealing for it's toxicity or just for funsies. Shockwave is really only shippable for me depending on which version of him we are talking about really. Her punching him into submission in TFO was funny and I think that relationship could be kinda cute in concept even if I don't see it happening. The fun thing about ships is who cares about canon just do what makes you happy, ships like these I don't really want it to be canon I like living in my own bubble. I think they might get along over being the ones being stressed with the things their companions get into all the time.

StarLita

Honestly there is literally no reason for me to ship this besides the fact they are my favourite characters,and for comedic purposes I read a surprisingly good fic about this so I find the concept funny, they're both second in commands, and have opposite personalities, it she can snap Shockwave out of his delusions she can do the same to Starscream they'd hate eachother lol but I can kind of see him finding her the most tolerable(as if he has much room to speak)out of the quartret. But it's still a funny ship, and also weirdly underrated they have interacted I think in several continuities,another guilty pairing I may write a fic for someday. The rivals appeal is there. Plus I low-key feel like headstrong people he can argue with are his type ngl since besides Skystar every single one of his other ships include that dynamic, but tbh I kind of like them having a more sibling like/platonic dynamic in my AU.

Arceelita

I have no idea why I ship this besides me seeing a cute fanart of Arcee fangirling over Elita and looking up to her. It's overall just sweet. Elita would love having someone look up to her, and I think given her nature of overworking herself she may actually benefit from having people like Orion/Optimus and Arcee in her life to help her loosen up.

AirLita could be appealing to some people too but it's not really something I ship tbh, most Airachnid ships don't really sit well with me as much as I love her,Sentirachnid is the rare exception because it's freak x freak.

Her and Slipstream could be cute too, I ship this purely because of the TFA Blackarachnia/Slipstream ship.

You asked for random ships you got it. I ship her with a lot of people like my other favourites, but I have a special place in my heart for Oplita and recently Shocklita too, I just want Elita to get more love, she deserves it. And part of that means just like any other charecter she deserves her fair share of random ships.

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