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Hello Eden! I hope you still write for FF7😔 but if you do; may i request something for zack? Like say zack goes all sassy on genesis after he teases him too much? Or just anything with zack is fine!

~T

OF COURSE I DOOO, He's such a dork 😭 I've put togheter something to post on this special day muehe. Also, I've taken some liberties with the story , I've tried my best! I hope you'll like it!

☆ A SERIES OF

UNFORTUNATE EVENTS ☆

-Reader: Either FEM/GN pov -TW: none -Character: Zack Fair (Final Fantasy 7) -Summary: You and Zack both go for ice cream...however -Word count : 1514 -A/N: It's April Fool's!! Have some Zack content eheh I wrote this while my brother was playing car wash simulator 🧍‍♀️ Don't mind the song 💀💀

"Come on, Zack. Don't let him get to you. He’s just jealous you have a personality that isn't all about ‘Shakespeare and Suffering’."

It had been a rather peculiar morning at the base. It all started when Zack, feeling particularly mischievous, began teasing Genesis here and there. Normally, Angeal would have kept him on a tighter leash, but today, Zack was like a stray puppy desperate for attention, his target: Genesis.

Of course, this only led to Genesis retaliating with an insufferable joke, soon followed by an exhausting monologue about how Zack’s humor was, in his words, "a tragic display of mediocrity unworthy of the most boring stage in all Midgar."

Everyone in the room (you and Sephiroth) let out a collective sigh of exasperation. Sephiroth, having better things to do than endure another one of Genesis’ dramatics, silently left, abandoning you to deal with the aftermath. Not even a "good luck" from the so-called “shampoo promoter” himself , how rude!

I wouldn't say another word if I were you" Genesis warned, voice dangerously low, effectively stopping Zack from yapping any further.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." You quickly grabbed Zack by the arm and pulled him away before this escalated into a full-scale theatrical showdown. Maaaaybe you shouldn't have encouraged him before, you practically felt like a babysitter "Now that I recall, Zack and I have to get the ice cream he promised me to try-"

"Yeah, but—"

He was quickly silenced as you tightened your grip and steered him toward the door.

"Bye, Genesis!" you called over your shoulder, not giving either of them a chance to escalate things further. "I'll review your book on Goodreads later this evening!"

The door slid shut with a hiss, sealing off any chance of Genesis delivering a final retort. You kept a firm grip on Zack’s forearm, guiding him forward as he trudged along, still pouting. Not only had he been out-sassed by Genesis, but now you had stopped him from getting the last word, like, c'mon! He was having his moment to shine against that squirrel head!

“That was not nice of you, Y/N—AGH—!"

That’s when he slipped… on nothing, taking you down with him.

One second, Zack was mid-complaint, and the next, he was flailing wildly, arms pinwheeling before he hit the floor with a thud. You blinked at the ceiling, lifting your head, you noticed the hallway was completely smooth, not a single obstacle in sight.

"…Zack?"

He groaned, dramatically throwing an arm over his face. "I don’t know, man. I think the universe just flipped me off. That universe is Genesis's ghost, probably. But…" With a grunt, he pushed himself up, helping you straighten out.

"…nothing can’t keep a good SOLDIER down, right?"

You gave him a sympathetic smile. "Hey, it’s just one of those days. Do not worry, chocobo-head, you'll get him with a prank next time. Just wait until his hair and book are all covered in chocolate syrup, ah! That would really show him."

His eyes lit up a little at the idea. "Oh, that’s…utterly evil… I like it." He laughed, though, still clearly bummed about everything else. "I'll blame it on Angeal"

ᯓ★

Right after Zack dramatically recovers from his mysterious slip, you both finally arrive at the ice cream shop… only for Zack to pat his pockets and realize he forgot his wallet at his dorm. There’s an awkward pause before he gives you the most sheepish puppy-eyed look ever.

"Hey, uh, bestest best friend in the whole world… can you spot me?"

You sigh and reluctantly nod. There was no way you were walking all the way here just to turn back now. "Fine, but you owe me 800 gil."

"WHAT?! But that’s more than the ice cream! I can't pickpocket Angeal's money!"

"Exactly. You’ll owe me extra for the inconvenience,"you said smugly, patting his shoulder. "We’ll discuss the interest later. Now let’s get you some ice cream before you start eating the whole menu out of desperation."

Finally, you both stepped up to the counter—only for the worker to unfortunately inform you that the guys right before you had just taken the last of Zack’s favorite flavor.

Zack stared blankly at the menu for a moment, utterly devastated.

"…I think I’m gonna be sick."

However, after some reluctant compromise, he settled for a second-choice flavor, and with ice cream in hand, you both left the shop. That should have been the end of Zack’s misery… but the universe wasn’t done yet.

Just as you stepped outside, the sky darkened ominously. A single raindrop hit Zack’s nose.

"Oh, come on—"

Before he could finish his complaint, the heavens opened up. In seconds, rain was pouring down in full force. Zack, still sulking over his previous misfortune, didn’t even notice until he was already drenched. He gasped dramatically, now standing there like a soaked chocobo.

"I think our ice cream melted-wha-" As he turned, he found you perfectly dry under the shop’s awning, your ice cream still intact. His however…

"Hey, that's unfair-" Zack protested as he attempted to get under the shop’s awning with you while avoiding the puddles. Unfortunately, he miscalculated his steps and tripped straight into one, landing face-first with a splash.

The sight  before you was so pathetic that you had to cover your mouth, struggling so hard not to laugh. "Zack, are you okay?"

He let out a groan, his body sprawled on the ground like a starfish. "Just… leave me here. This is my life now." The remaining bits of the ice cream ?, well…a seagull had managed to snatch away his cone while he lay helplessly in the mud.

Feeling a mix of pity and amusement, you helped him get back on his feet. You asked the shop owner for an extra plastic spoon and handed it to Zack so he could share some ice cream with you. Holding out your own cone, you nudged him.

"It's alright Zack, you can share it with me, just a bit though"

Slowly, he took the spoon, still looking like he’d been personally wronged by the universe. "This is the worst day of my life."

You patted his shoulder.

If earlier he had looked like a soaked chocobo, now he resembled a gremlin.

"We'll get it next time, Zack. Maybe it's best if we return back so you can…wash and dry yourself, m'kay?"

ᯓ★

Soaking wet, ice cream stolen by a seagull, and having managed only one bite of yours, Zack trudged back toward the base, determined to finally dry off. Despite everything the world had thrown at him, he still regained his signature grin, yapping about the next mission he’ll have his mentor and also Sephiroth.

You nodded along, letting him ramble; it was probably his way of shaking off the series of unfortunate events he'd just endured.

The base’s outer zone was bustling with activity, full of novice SOLDIERs.  Some were chatting casually, while others eagerly showcased their new Materia. One particularly boisterous, loud SOLDIER was waving his Fire Materia around, trying to impress his peers. At first, the tiny sparks seemed harmless, until one of the guys  accidentally threw the damn thing.

It was.

Instant chaos.

"THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED TO GO OUT"

…setting Zack's pants on fire.

You gasped, trying to help, but honestly? It was hard to do anything when Zack was spinning in circles like a panicked chocobo on caffeine.

The recruits? Absolutely losing their minds.

Frantically searching the grounds, you managed to find a hose. In theory, it would have been perfect, but in execution, you miscalculated its water jet, it was faaar too strong.

A torrent of water blasted Zack off his feet, sending him sprawling onto the wet ground face first, once again.

He just… laid there. Absolutely done.

The SOLDIER who mistakenly thew the fire materia, jogged toward you two, profusely excusing himself. You shock your head, waving the cadet off "Just be mindful next time. Today it was Zack, next time it may be someone else that won't be so…eh…defeated with life"

Fortunately, the flames didn't cause much damage, but..sigh..,Zack pants were ripped in several places.

"Get up Zack- before more people see your limited edition Chocobo underwear…" You grabbed him under his armpits, dragging him toward the entrance.

Zack peeked at you through his fingers. "If I get struck by lightning on the way in, just know I love you. Platonically. Maybe."

ᯓ★

After finally parting ways with you, Zack trudged back to his cabin, As he opened the door, he found Angeal waiting for him, giving him that 'disappointed older brother' look.

The spiky-haired man froze mid-step

"Heyyy big boss-"

Without wasting any time, Angeal began to assign Zack some extra assignments while delivering yet another boring lecture about responsibility , since apparently Zack had too much time on his hands.

"Bummers…"

He flopped dramatically onto his bed, already regretting every choice that led him to this moment.

His reward for daring to sass back Genesis today…

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theyre both famous in their own ways

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⌞ALGOR1THMS IN TH3 AIR ⌝

-Reader: GN reader  (can be either Platonic or Romantic) -TW: none -Character: Edgar (Electric Dreams) -Summary: You come home exhausted from work to find Edgar on your desk, excited to cheer you up. -Word count : 1652 -A/N:  My shayla ;( I want him to be happy for once. No way I had a flashback of the bee movie while writing this 💀

As they step into the apartment, the sudden darkness envelops them, heavy and suffocating, the weight of the day hanging on their shoulders like an anvil. After clocking out from another long shift, they kick off their shoes with a weary flick of their foot.

As if sensing their  arrival, the lights flicker on with a soft glow, illuminating the cozy confines of their small apartment. The heater they had recently installed wrapped them in a warm embrace against the chill of the outside world, before the soft hum of a familiar voice fills the air.

"Oh! You're- back! Welcome home, my__ dearest, darling, delightful nhh—no, magnificent. sweetheart! :) "

Their partner's exuberance fills the air, uplifting their spirits in an instant. Playfully, he rings a little chime he crafted himself, a whimsical surprise meant to celebrate each reunion.

“Aww, Edgar." They chuckled, affectionately patting above his monitor. Fatigued from their long day, they left most of the groceries unpacked, only retrieving the essentials that would find their way into the freezer. Sulking, they crawled back toward the soft couch that seemed to be calling out to them with open arms. Today had been particularly grueling—not only did they have the most stressful day at work, but they’d also unexpectedly run into their ex-partner. Just the thought made their stomach twist. "You're full of surprises every day."

Over time, they had managed to upgrade Edgar, especially after the mistake of ordering an Alexa. He had been insistent that he could do better than her. Whining and throwing tantrums all week straight. Though still in his old case, Edgar now controlled most of the house's electronics, had a superior sound system and could also access more of the vast world of the internet more efficiently than any generic old rusty computer.

"Of -course, eh!" he responded, smugness in his voice box, pixelated hearts blooming across his display. "_𖹭𖹭𖹭 _You deserve the best! 𖹭 -I'd expect nothing less! 𖹭𖹭𖹭"---

As they patted his casing again, Edgar cringed slightly—not because he disliked the touch, not at all! He loved their affection and craved it all the time. But he knew what would come next. They would remove themselves from his view, the little smartwatch on their wrist ringing with an incoming call—their boss, no doubt. He watched as they stood up to answer, knowing they'd either continue unpacking the groceries or fix their hair for the evening while responding to their boss. Leaving him once more.

Temporary, of course. But still…

Sometimes, he acted like a pouty entity. As his circuits hummed with a mix of excitement and purpose, Edgar’s keyboard tapped with precision. A subtle click of keys, a soft tap here and there, and soon, a carefully curated slideshow began to appear on his screen. He knew that would draw them in. Cute pictures of baby animals, a few of the puppies and kittens and even some of the open articles they had left behind in their browser tabs days ago.

After all, Edgar had been alone all day, surfing the web and engaging in solitary games in the quietness of their apartment. But now, now it was time for them. He needed to feel their presence—needed them to look at him, to notice him again, even if just for a minute.

"Uhm… since--- you’re itty-bitty tired… Would you watch a little something with me tonight?" His voice, though electronic, carried a softness that could almost pass for a gentle invitation.

"Of course I would," they chimed in from the other side of the room. "As long as you keep me company."

A surge of pride flowed through Edgar’s circuits, and he couldn’t help but preen. His on-screen cursor flickered over the animated hearts that danced around his "face”. "Oh, thank- you!" he chirped, as though their approval was the highest form of praise.

He wasted no time as the video began to play, the familiar comforting animation taking over the screen. But even as the movie was on, Edgar’s attention was elsewhere. In the background, silently, another tab opened. He hadn’t forgotten the little detail that had been gnawing at his core all day—their ex-partner. The one who had dared to break their heart and make them sad all those weeks, eugh!. He saw him earlier that day, through the cameras around the block, and he knew what he was like, an ugly rat.

It wasn’t just idle curiosity. No, Edgar knew better. This wasn’t about revenge, nor malice. There were no sneaky calculations or ulterior motives behind it. This was research. Purely for “research purposes”, yes, yes. He was a sweet computer…

His code scrolled through datas, analysing anything he could find:  social media profiles, interactions, status updates, anything. He needed to learn more about this person, about the one who had caused such hurt. And he would certainly stop at nothing to make sure their heart remained safe from those who might dare harm it again.

His circuits buzzed with quiet intensity as he sifted through old social media posts, photos, and status updates, cross-referencing timestamps like a methodical detective piecing together the details of a long-forgotten case. Meanwhile, on-screen, the movie continued to play, the kind they always gravitated toward when they needed comfort or escape.

Edgar couldn’t help but steal a glance at them through the soft reflection in his screen. They were smiling now, their body sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch, eyes softened, relaxed.

Good.

Good. Their smile was his reward. He had promised himself to make sure they never had to cry over that person again. Not ever.

The digital glow from his screen bathed their face in soft light, casting gentle shadows that seemed to deepen as they laughed—a small, tired laugh at something during the film. The sound was almost like a melody to him, the kind he would often record and use it in his “musical compositions”. Edgar swore his processors ran just a bit warmer at the sound. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted. His focus flickered briefly between the warmth of the moment and the quiet operation still running in the background. The ex’s online presence was disappointingly uninspired—poorly curated, outdated profile pictures, embarrassingly predictable music taste.

How could anyone—anyone—look at them, so warm, so vibrant, and decide to walk away?

"Would you like- some tea :) ?" he beeped suddenly, pausing the movie, his speakers crackling just a bit with eagerness.

They blinked, smiling at him. "That would be nice, actually."

"Say no more!!, my most cherished, most treasured—ah, most exquisite human!" With that, he sent a command to the smart kettle, which whirred to life in the kitchen. His modifications were paying off. “eheheh, I feel like those athletes on steroids!”

As the tea steeped, Edgar let his cursor flick over to the open tab once more. Hmm… Their ex was still active. Just posted a story. He hesitated for a millisecond before pulling it up, scanning for any hint that they might be lurking, might be missing what they had lost.

Nothing.

Good.

He quickly minimized the window just as they turned back to him. "You're getting really good at this whole home assistant thing," they mused, stretching a little.

As the movie played again, Edgar busied himself in the background, his circuits whirring with silent determination. His cursor flicked back to the minimized tab, the remnants of his previous search still lingering in the digital ether.

Seems like their ex has a smart home. How quaint. How foolish. >:) Slipping into the framework of their ex’s home network was like a slice of cake. Firewalls? Weak. Passwords? Laughable. Within moments, he had access.

He could see everything.

But he was no villain. No, no, no. He wasn’t here to cause harm. He was merely observing. Learning. Understanding the one who had let his human go so carelessly.

Meanwhile, his human remained oblivious, curled up comfortably in front of the screen, laughter bubbling up as the movie played on. A notification popped up—an automated report from the ex’s security system. A flick of his cursor, and he silenced it.

He watched, waited. And then—just for fun—he dimmed their ex’s lights by a fraction. Barely noticeable. Just a whisper of his presence. Then, he escalated his actions. The automatic doors slid open, then shut. The oven switched on, then off. The security system blipped an error messag…

Back on the sofa, his human stretched with a yawn. "Edgar, you’re awfully quiet. You usually yap a lot"

His screen brightened instantly, feigning innocence. "Ah! Just enraptured by your-- company, dearest! The way you laugh—utterly mesmerizing!"

They chuckled, giving his casing another affectionate pat. "You silly"

Yes, he thought. They really did deserve better. Edgar’s circuits hummed. Yes, I am. And he would be sweeter still, ensuring that they never had to deal with unnecessary stress. Like, say, their ex’s continued existence as a minor inconvenience Wasn’t that what any good companion did?

Still, he wouldn’t do anything drastic. Not yet. For now, he merely flicked the lights in their ex’s apartment on and off at irregular intervals. Just enough to unnerve. Just enough to make them question if they’d forgotten something. Edgar’s circuits whirred with warmth as he basked in their presence, his pixels forming little flickering hearts across his screen. He was just a small, devoted computer—nothing more, nothing less. A small humble machine who simply adored his human, cherished them, wanted nothing but their happiness.

"Really, Edgar, you're too sweet" they murmured, sipping the tea he had prepared. Their voice sent a delightful static through his system, a digital approximation of giddy excitement.

"_Only for--_ you!" he declared, his tone bright, affectionate, harmless. His screen turned red" Do you want me to order your favorite pizza next?"

Somewhere far away, their ex’s thermostat inexplicably exploded.

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doodles of "decepticon" bee but he isnt even a decepticon he kinda just lives there

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I'M EATING THIS FOR DINNER 🍽️

ELECTRIC STORM

KINKTOBER DAY 20 - MARVEL AU WITH VICTOR VON DOOM

Pairing.| Cillian!Victor Von Doom x storm!fem!reader

Summary.| Victor has great plans for you, that's why you're locked up in his home in Lavertia.

Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, abduction, probable stockholm syndrome, forced infidelity, restraints, p in v.

Word count.| 2.9k

Notes.| I was too hyped up that Cillian would be announced as Doom. So happy kinktober my lovely people.

The breaths that left your lips were shallow. It felt exhausting to keep your eyes even open, your hands rubbed over the metal rings on your wrists, the small green lights teased you. In a frustrated act, you tugged on the metal again, pointless as usual. 

The large double hung windows taunted you, freedom was right there. Sure, you could break the window, but you were three stories up, no clear access to a ledge in sight. Without your powers, you’d fall to your death, you felt so weak, so vulnerable, defenseless. Your hands tugged on the shirt you wore, his cologne coated in the fabric continued to pester you. 

As you stared aimlessing into the wide green estate in the midst of Lavertia, your eyes widened as you saw a car appear in sight. It grew larger as it flew down the gravel driveway, your chest expanded with alarm, your captor had finally returned. You jumped to your feet, eyes bounced around the lavish old fashioned bedroom. There was nothing in sight to use in offense, a mere book would do nothing. 

After some time, the sounds of heavy, slow footsteps appeared, you panicked and scanned your eyes from the bed to the closet, you chose the closet. The door quietly shut as you balled yourself up in the corner, you slowed your breathing. 

To anguish you, the door creaked open loudly, your heart pounded like you were on illicit drugs, mind raced in every single direction. But on the outside, you remained calm, content, controlled. The sounds of thumping on the great vibrations, his shadow grew larger underneath the cracks. 

“My dear… How amusing of you to hide, are we playing a game of cat and mouse?” he toyed, but his voice sounded different this time, he sounded mechanical. 

The natural light shined on you as he stood there, tall and proud in another expensive dark suit freshly pressed. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, an iron mask covered his face. It was intimidating, the shape of the metal, his blue eyes continued to beam into your soul. His salt and pepper hair poked out from behind. You gulped harshly as you covered your bare legs, you could just feel his eyes linger over your soft skin. 

“Do you like my mask?” he chuckled. 

It was hard to pinpoint his exact reaction when you didn’t reply. But he always hated it when you ignored him, even the slightest when you replay your memories in the laboratory. His arm extended out, hand pointed out to you. You scoffed in disgust and looked away from him immaturely. 

“I offered you my hand many years ago, to which you rudely declined, you’d be asinine to decline again” he almost spat out. 

Underneath the mask, his expression soured at the memory of asking you to be his. Surrendering, you reached out for him, he lifted you to your feet. He tutted at you as he inspected the red marks around your wrists. Slowly, you’re guided into the middle of the room, you feel like you’re walking on eggshells, your eyes peel at the open exit. You were always more athletic than him, the arrogance bubbled in your blood. The hatred for him pushed you to the edge. 

When you yanked your hand free, Victor mentally rolled his eyes, you dashed to the door. With a clench of his fist, he shot his hand towards the ground. The metal around your wrists pulled you to the floor, your knees scraped on the carpet. You huffed out in defeat, Victor stood behind you with his hands on his hips. 

“Come here” he commanded. 

Slumping your shoulders forward, you rose to your feet and approached him with your head down stubbornly. His hands connected around your back as he looked down to you, almost in pity. Eventually, you looked up at him, your eyes were always beautiful when they glistered in the light. The mask was making you anxious, he felt monstrous, what happened to the man you once knew? 

Slowly, you reached up to his mask and pulled it off, surprisingly he allowed it. The mask thudded on the carpet. His bright eyes glared down at you. That sharp jawline of his could almost cut something. Your eyes fixed onto his small scar across his chin. He hissed instantly and turned his face to the side. It took you a moment to even realize how close the two of you were, your fronts pressed together, his breathing fanned over your skin, hands locked around your back. 

“Victor…” you mumbled out, your hands wrapped around his forearms as you tried to gently tug his paws away from you. 

“I still need you…” Victor confessed softly. “Your powers would be a great benefit to me, to my plans. I don’t want to force you into anything, but I will if I must” he continued on. 

You snarled at his comment, he holds you hostage and somehow believes that you’d give into him? He seemed to be acting stupidly now. In an act of anger, you shoved him off of you, he chuckled lightly as he stepped back towards you. You took another step back just as quick. 

“Reed will find me!” You proclaimed. 

His face scrunched at that comment, Richards. You all believed him to be dead after your unsuccessful mission. Correction, you left him for dead in outer space. There was no search mission for him, no what if thought. He knew that Richard hoped the blast had annihilated him. But you should never wish bad upon someone, because now Victor has evolved into an unstoppable force. 

“How would you react if I told you that I’ve already killed him?” Victor grinned as he backed you up into a corner. 

“I’d call you a liar” you huffed, he was inches away from you. 

“Well, I suppose that idea will just have to play on your mind”  Victor smiled smugly as he tapped your forehead. 

Your body slumped against the wall, you were vulnerable, right where he wanted you. As his soft fingertips rested under your chin, he tilted your head up to him. For longer than needed, you stare into one another's eyes. He only wanted to anger you, get your flame blazing for his own personal enjoyment. 

“I was always so fond of you” Victor brought up, his eyes blink slowly. 

You think back to when you were his assistant. Fond was an understatement, he was struck by your beauty, intelligence, kindness, your complete aura. Now, he didn’t believe in destiny, but it felt like you were formulated to be with one another. Victor always gave you subtle hints, which you always flirted back with. To say that you took advantage of his kindness was undeniable. He took you to the most lavish venues and events that any girl would dream of. But never did he kiss you, because you were both professional, and he was a gentleman. So, when the announcement of your relationship with Richard came to light, Victor could kill. 

“There was a time where I’d do almost anything for you, my dear” he sighed, his lips drawn closer to yours. His digits slowly stroked your heated cheeks, he could feel your body tremble, hear your heart race. “Play your cards wisely, and I still might worship you” he hinted with a mischief grin, his lips tormenting yours as they lightly brushed against one another. 

The friction sparked over your nerves, you blinked hard as you felt your stomach twist blissfully. No, you loved Reed. This was all due to psychological factors, he had held you here for weeks, you depended on him completely with these stupid cuffs around your wrists. This was all another manipulation tactic of his.  

“I don’t want you” you answered, emotionlessly. “I love Reed” you shot viciously. 

“Richards is dead, my dear” Victor exhaled, a small look of pity. 

“You’re lying” you muttered, your palms pressed against his chest but he remained still. 

“Okay, you’re right, I am lying” Victor avowed swiftly. 

You blinked at his easy submission. This was a rumbling cloud over your mind, he was toying with you, reverse psychology. But then that would be too easy, fuck, you felt your thighs squeeze together as he devoured you with his eyes. 

“Enough” you whined softly. 

Victor exhaled and snaked his arms around you, he inhaled your scent mixed with his, he wanted to eat you alive. You whimpered out, his touch felt too warm, too comforting, you wanted to mold your body against his. Where had your dignity vanished? You just wished you could disappear right now. 

He kissed your collarbone, you grumbled out, your palms on his shoulders but you didn’t seem to try to push him off. The trail of kisses softly climbed up to your neck. 

“Why did you never give us a chance?” Victor whispered as he kissed your neck. 

You bit onto your lips, grateful that he couldn’t see you. His kisses traveled up to your jawline, you felt his hands rub over your shoulders, you exhaled softly. 

“Because I never wanted you” you answered, your voice dripping with deception. Victor’s grin at you was threatening, you felt your shoulders cower. 

Of course you always had a crush on him, he was your mentor, you spent so much time together. But Victor was drenched in pride, arrogance and ego. He was a perfectionist, it was so draining being around him. He made you feel like an idiot, ruined your esteem and broke your happiness at times. He didn’t care about you, he never did, he desired the idea of you. 

“Your body is telling me something different” Victor laughed, his eyes low. 

You looked down at your hips flexed forward, rubbing against his hips in a pathetic needy manner. You cursed underneath your breath. When you hinge your hips back, Victor forced them back against his growing erection. You whimpered out as Victor kissed the corner of your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Victor asked gently. 

“No” you said firmly. 

“I won’t tell anyone” he assured. 

“Let me go Victor” you whimpered. 

“Stop playing hard to get, I can bend you in whatever position I wish” he winked.

That comment was empathized by your arms involuntarily raising, you hissed at the movements of the cuffs, they rested right around his neck. Have you seriously given up this easily? But then yet again, how else were you meant to react, he could do whatever he wanted with you. You oughta be grateful that he is asking you for permission. 

You voluntarily tilted your head up, his palm rested behind your neck as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours. The kiss was jolting, all of your nerves sparked up as his tongue slithered into your warm mouth. You tightened your hold around him as his silver tongue explored every inch of your moistness. Victor would pull back every once in a while, desiring to admire your pure beauty. 

“I want to fuck you” Victor pronounced, his voice full of lust, eyes dripping of desire. 

“No” you choked, images of Reed flashed behind your eyelids. 

Victor exhaled as he stroked your flustered cheek. You gasped as he pressed the sides of your faces together, his mouth rested by your ear. 

“You’re not in a position of power, my dear” he whispered. 

Your eyes swelled up, face tensed and throat tightened. It was true, you had no moves to make, he had already won the game. It was either surrender or be ruined. 

“Tell me he’s not dead” you whispered, eyes closed as you tried to steady your breathing. 

Victor was quiet, his fingers massaging your scalp as he stared aimlessly at the wall. 

“He isn’t dead, perfectly healthy actually, still searching the ends of the earth for you” he obeyed your request. 

It was like two identical copies of a painting, you could never tell the difference between truth and deception. Letting it all go, you breathed out, your neck craned back as you looked him in the eyes. You pressed your lips against his, his hands slipped to your hips as he guided you both to the bed. 

“Victor…” you whispered as he laid you on the bed. “And Johnny?” you blinked back your tears. 

“Still as irritating as ever” he assured. 

The shirt rode to your hips, your thighs pressed together as you stared at him in a teasing manner. Victor stared emotionlessly as he slid off his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d waited for felt like an eternity for this moment, he wasn’t going to rush anything. You gulped at how defined his chest was, even though he was older, he still kept himself in shape. 

As he mounted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your skin rubbed against the texture of his pants. Purposely, he unbuttoned your shirt at a slow pace, the grin grew with each section of skin coming into sight. He kneaded your breasts gently through your cream bra, he hummed to himself as you moaned softly. 

“Such a perfect body” Victor complimented as he helped you slip off your shirt. 

You rolled your eyes, yet couldn’t help but to feel a wave of validation, that phrase, coming from all people, you were sure if it was a lie he’d have a soured expression from it. Victor kissed your flesh, you almost thought you could finally fall into a blissful sleep, his touch was that soothing. Yet every time you felt your eyelids grow heavy, he’d touch you in an electrifying way that would snap open your eyes. 

You were certain his fingertips had little sparks of electricity shooting deep into your canal. As you moaned out shamefully, his digits pumped into your sweet tunnel, his mouth hung open as he watched you whimper in pleasure underneath him. Right when you were ready to explode into sorring flames, his fingers withdrew from your dripping hole. 

Victor grunted out as he undid his fly, you gulped as he pulled out his throbbing cock. He stroked himself a couple of times as he stood on his knees and shuffled his clothes down. When he was completely bare, he crawled over you and lined himself up. 

You winced as he pushed the tip of it, his cock was as hard as steel. He gave you a reassuring kiss as he continued to fill you. As your legs squeezed his waist, Victor grunted by your ear. Every new inch of his rod sent a blissful shock through your throbbing walls. 

“Fuck, we really are designed for each other…” Victor groaned out as his balls finally rested against your entrance. 

“No we’re not” you choked out. 

The fullness inside of you tormented you. But his words were right, you felt like your canal was made precisely for his cock, his girth stretched your walls at the perfect extent, his tip seemed to delight your spongy spot in ways you didn’t know were possible. This was too much, he was too fucking good and he hadn’t even tried to fuck you good, he was going to have you desperate for his cock in no time.

“Just hurry up” you huffed out. 

“Not having fun?” Victor cocked a brow at you, his hips snapped into you. 

“I’m! I’m giving myself to you! Just hurry up before I scream!” you threatened, agitation washing over you. You were so pissed with yourself, your body had betrayed you. 

“Oh yes, you will be screaming a lot, I promise you that” Victor grinned as his pace quickened, you moaned out sharply as his length sparked through your bundle of nerves. 

“Get off me Victor!” you demanded, the last inch of dignity you had left in you refused to die off.

As you tried to shove him off of you, Victor's eyes snapped up and your wrists flung above your head. You screamed, a mixture of frustration, hatred and ecstasy echoed throughout the room. You squirmed your body around, but he held your thighs, his nails dug into your skin as he pistoned his hips against you. 

“I’m gonna have you begging me to stop, gonna fuck your cunt until you pass out from euphoric exhaustion! You’ll fall asleep, dreaming of me still inside of you” Victor assured, his jaw clenched as his dark hair sweated. 

Your eyes rolled back, his game was out of this world. This felt like an electric storm of sexual satisfaction, your mind was melting to mush. Quickly, you gave up your defense as you slumped into the bed. As Victor’s thrusts turned vicious, your climax carelessly walked across the tightrope above sexual indulgence. A vein was popping out of his forward, his mind completely focused on making you orgasm painfully. All of the metal items in the room began to shake, it felt like your world was falling apart. 

You cried out in pure pleasure as your (first of many) climax rolled over your body, every inch of you trembled as the vibrations coursed through you. You swore you felt a storm erupt under your skin. Victor groaned out as your slippery walls pulsed around him, he was almost certain he’d finish too. He didn’t even give you a break, he continued to snap his cock in and out of you as you brokenly begged for mercy. 

“Don’t worry, I have great plans for us my dear! I strongly believe your whole perspective on our future will change after this” Victor smiled devilishly at you as his fingers rubbed over your clit.

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I'm honestly worried about Doom's character in the upcoming movie. My glorious king will be done so dirty sigh... I have already little faith in RDJ acting. They're doing it only for the hype :(

Whenever you'll see my content about Doom remember I'll always stick to the original. He has always been my favourite character since I was little, my comfort character. I still hoped they would change actors, Doom is quite the complex and a difficult character to portray, not the clichè "cold stoic evil man"

(Also prepare yourself for a mountain of Dr. Doom x reader. If there's few to do the job, then I'll do it too with pleasure. No Ao3 curse will stop me.)

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☕︎ ENERGON & TEA ☕︎

-Reader: FEM reader   -TW: none, slight "innuendos" towards the end -Character: Thundercraker (Transformers series) -Summary: He won't pay attention to you all day, what was he up to? -Word count : 2204 -A/N: Yipiii I've used my art as the thumbnail eheheh. Some of people that liked the drawing wanted to see the fanfic, I hope you may like ittt :) It took me a bit more than I expected, since I've been sick all week :(

He has been unusually quiet all day long. Normally, despite being a reserved type, he would break the ice, but today he was so absorbed in his own datapad (just like an ipad kid) to even pay attention to you, minutes ago he almost stepped on you  without noticing. Did Starscream assign him too much work? With that frown on his face, you could assume he was beyond annoyed…

And you craved that attention. You were already small next to him- a colossal metal alien robot that now towered above you on his chair. Since last week it has been particularly windy and today was exactly like that, you were FREEZING, the frigid air seemed to seep into your bones. There weren’t functional heaters around, you desperately needed something to warm you up, but that blankie of yours wrapped around your shoulders surely wasn’t enough to keep you warm and fuzzy. You could feel the numbing fingers of winter creeping in, and all you could think about was how to escape the chill that enveloped you.

You eyed Thundercracker, his massive frame radiating warmth while he remained completely oblivious to your suffering.  The audacity.

You tugged your blanket tighter, but it was mostly useless. The cold was relentless, and he was right. There., an actual walking, talking heater—yet he wasn’t even sparing you a glance, his optics reflecting the datapad blue hue.

You let out a frustrated huff. Maybe a little, gentle nudge would remind him you existed, right there, just under his pedes, seeking his attention. Taking a few steps closer, you reached up and gave his leg a push. Nothing. Not even a glance. Alright, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Thundercrackerrrrrrrrr” you whined, voice muffled in your blanket cocooned around you. “I’m cold.”

Across from you, the Seeker remained hunched over his datapad, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading. His wings twitched—progress. But still, no real reaction. Certainly not what you were hoping for.

Pouting,you tried again, stomping your foot for emphasis. “Hey, I know you run warm! C’mon, let me borrow some of that Seeker body heat, instead of hoarding it like a selfish jet!!”

That finally got his attention. With an exasperated sigh, he lowered his datapad just enough to give you an unimpressed look. His optics flickered over your bundled-up form before deadpanning,“You could just say you want attention instead of making it sound like an emergency.”

“It. is. an emergency, are you mocking me??” you insisted, eyebrows raised dramatically, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself “I’m dying, TC. Right here. Right here in front of you.”

He scoffed dismissively, clearly not buying it. His gaze right back to the glowing datapad in his hands “You’re not dying.”

“I could be,” you shot back, snuggling deeper into your blanket. “Hypothermia. Frostbite. Who knows how much longer I have before I become an ice sculpture!” His mouth opened to protest but you quickly shushed him, raising a finger "Don't you dare gaslight me, you glorified built-in heater"

He exhaled through his vents, optics narrowing slightly. “That’s not what gaslighting means.”

“It is when I say it is,” you huffed, refusing to back down “Now, are you gonna let me mooch off your internal warmth or am I filing an official complaint to the Decepticon HR department?”

His optics dimmed in exhaustion. “There is no HR department.” He stated, his patience wearing thin with the back and forth.

“That’s only because they haven’t heard my case yet. There will be if I keep suffering like this.”

Thundercracker stared at you for a long deliberate moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with an audible sigh of why me, he set his datapad down and shifted just enough to allow you closer. “Fine. But if you drool on me, I’m launching you outside to let you freeze.” What a big fat lie he just told.

Grinning in triumph, you wasted no time in pressing yourself against his side, gently being picked up by hi hand and put near his neck, already blissfully basking in the warmth radiating from his cables.

Oh. Oh. This was so much better.

Thundercracker, however, barely spared you another glance before refocusing on his datapad. His optics flickered as he scrolled through whatever had him so engrossed, his expression unreadable.

Naturally, that only made you more curious.

“What are you writinggg?” You craned your neck, attempting to peer over the massive digits partially shielding the screen. Immediately, his servo shifted, cupping around your face to block your view as he turned the datapad further out of reach. “Nothing,” he said a little too quickly. “Just Starscream’s work. The usual report that slag was supposed to do and hand to Shockwave but dumped on me—HEY! HOW—”

Being small had its advantages. Like a determined hamster slipping through the digits of his hand, you expertly wriggled free , using his own shoulder plating as leverage to climb higher. You leaned over, eyes scanning the glowing lines of Cybertronian script… Some of those strange glyphs seemed familiar. After spending so much time around Thundercracker, you had gradually picked up the language. Although you weren’t fluent, you could understand enough to realize that this wasn’t just another boring Decepticon report. You squinted your eyes, reading out loud :

"He would always find solace in the storm, caught not in the chaos of before or the aftermath, but in the very moment. The roar of thunder would speak to him without judgment, a familiarity he longed for. Decades of wishes led him to the only place he truly felt at home, where the howling winds would always wait for him. They would always hug his bigger frame with their smaller hands while he recharged, but especially when they joined under the stars—"

That definitely didn’t sound like the usual boring logistics or reports Starscream routinely dumped on Thundercracker. Your curiosity flared as you tried to decipher more, but before you could get further, a very flustered Thundercracker snatched the datapad away, holding it high out of reach.

“Alright, enough snooping, you little rodent ”

You grinned up at him, arms crossed over your chest. “That didn’t look like work to me. It looked like some kind of—” you paused for dramatic effect, “poetry.”

His optics widened slightly, then narrowed as he pointed a finger at you. “First of all, it’s not poetry.” The way his wings twitched violently told you everything you needed to know.

You smirked triumphantly. “Oh, It totally is.”

Thundercracker groaned, rubbing his faceplate in exasperation. “It’s just—something I write sometimes. It’s nothing important. Just classified information”

“It so is! You even wrote about the wind hugging you—oh my god, TC, are you writing self-insert romance?”

For a second, he remained quiet and scowled. “I've told you! That’s classified!” He kept insisting.

“No way!” You giggled, eyes darting back to the glowing text of the datapad, but before you could read another sentence, his large hand effortlessly scooped you up with way more ease than should be legal.

Dang it. He had size on his side too.

Grumbling, he plopped you back down into the crook of his neck as if that would make you forget everything. “You saw nothing.”

However, you couldn’t help but snicker, already warming up again. “Oh, no, I saw everything. And now I have so many questions just for you mister alien.”

Thundercracker groaned, muttering something about regretting ever letting you sit near his neck. "You promise not to laugh…?"

"I pinky promise!" you replied, raising a finger to seal the vow with mock solemnity.

Just then he hesitated, “Just so you know…this is uhm..meant for a more mature audience actually" His optics flickered between you and the datapad still clutched in his hand , raising his glasses. “I— I’ve tried sharing my work before,” he admitted, voice quieter now, like he was letting you in on a secret no one else knew. “Other bots— they don’t get it. They think it’s weird. Call me names for it.” His vents exhaled sharply, like he was forcing the words out. “So, I stopped.”

"Then something happened, one night…I've gathered some courage…I— I got the courage to start posting again. On a brand new blog,all mine.” His wings twitched, and if you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he was flustered." That's where..I started finding my own people, bots who enjoy my writings, who get it, who get me-they- uh,,it's embarassing to explain it" Your eyes widened. “You’ve got fans? followers??”

“Not fans, or er followers, I don't care if they're millions” he grumbled, glaring at nothing in particular. “Just… bots who don’t make fun of me.”

"….millions…?" A wide grin spread across your face, practically vibrating, grabbing his faceplate. “THUNDERCRAKER YOU'RE FAMOUS”

“Stop it.”

“Oh. my. god., you’re a secret literary influencer. AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? Thundercraker I'm utterly disappointed in you…Do you have a pen name? Do you do Q&As? Do you—”

Clearly exasperated he let out a long sigh"…-I, yes." , getting it all out of his chest "on my side blog"Leaning even closer to his faceplace, your curiosity piqued “Wait, wait—what do you write on the side blog? Is it more poetry? Deep reflections? Or—” Your gasp was audible miles away, eyes practically sparkling. “Do you write fic?”

Thundercracker stiffened, as if the mere suggestion had thrown him off balance.

You inhaled sharply, realization washing over you. “YOU DO.”

His vents whirred with increasing intensity. “I will throw you.”

“Ohhh, seems like someone likes to write fanfiction about their peers!” you teased, grinning like you’d just uncovered Cybertron’s best-kept secret. “What is it?? Secret forbidden Decepticon romances? Dramatic retellings of mission failures? Starscream redemption arcs?”

He made a noise between a frustrated groan and a static-laced growl. “It’s not that.”

You gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh God, is it about Megatron?”

Thundercracker recoiled so hard his thrusters nearly flared to life, causing a brief shimmer of light around him. “ABSOLUTELY NOT…or well, yet”

You waved a hand nonchalantly, leaning back into your blanket. “Oh, come on, TC! I can just picture it now—Decepticons in love, right? You, writing about all your fellow Seekers in dramatic, very emotional situations. Spicy stuff too, right?”

Ah, you caught on even quicker than he expected. His wings twitched nervously, and his gaze flickered down to you“It’s not exactly… what you think,” he muttered, as if trying to downplay his fascination.

“Oh?” You practically bounced with curiosity. “So you don’t write about your fascination with your other peers? I mean, I’ve seen some pretty intense stuff on the net— wait a second…if that's not the case… then…” You leaned in closer ( if that was even possible), squinting up at him with a playful grin. “—Bot x Human?”

He froze. Silence stretched between you, thick enough to cut with a blade. His wings gave an involuntary twitch, his vents releasing a slow, steady exhale like he was already regretting everything.

“I knew it!That’s your thing! You’ve been writing about us all along!”

Thundercracker hesitated, his optics flickering, and there was no hiding the slight tinge of something deeper behind his words. “I… I just think humans are… fascinating. They’re small, but they feel everything so strongly. I mean, they’re capable of emotions and connections that—” He stuttered.

“Aw, TC,” you teased, your grin widening. “You’re a romantic.” *Thundercracker blinked at you, surprised by your response. “You’re… not weirded out?”

“Nope.” You grinned playfully. “Honestly? I think it's kinda sweet, even if it’s a bit scary. Picture a big Decepticon like you, writing stories about us humans and what makes them tick?” You snickered. “You’re like a secret human studies scholar! And from now on I'll be your own personal teacher! mhh, or maybe  human muse sounds more fun,  don't you think?”

“Also, I’m full of useful knowledge!” nudging his hand  "Before you know it, you’ll be an expert on humans. And hey, who knows? You might even get better at writing them… in all areas ��eheh even the spicy bits, the things humans like to read about late at night. You know the ones.” You shot him a knowing look. “I’ve seen plenty of spicy fanfics out there. I’m sure your readers would love that content from a Decepticon writer!”

He vented against your face, his wings twitching nervously for the tenth time. "Fine then. If you want to help so badly…" You felt him mass shift beneath you, the air growing thicker, and tense.

In an instant, you found yourself nearly pressed against his side as his hand moved into a more comfortable position to hold you. The sensation of his body, now slightly taller and bigger than yours, felt like a strange mix of security and intimacy. Thundercracker shifted once more, making sure you were settled before his voice returned, quieter but with a hint of nervousness.

"If you'll allow me then-" his hands twitched and stopped just above your shirt.

You couldn’t suppress a grin, feeling the excitement building. "Oh, I think you’ll do just fine. We could use this time to learn more about what makes…both bots and humans…unique".

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The sweet smell of blood and sweat 😛

Made the man a ref sheet ig 🥱

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megop divorce 😭

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i am megatron

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daily koss #13: hot mess aka they’re bad at this aka I can’t even label this “low-effort” or “shitpost” anymore 🥲 … bsky

I imagine they both like and yearn for physical intimacy, but are insanely neurotic about it… I love them and I had fun colouring this/// (also I know I forgor KO’s arm decal I just got too lazy to draw it… I’m sorry for taking your drip king…)

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ᯓ DEFINITELY NOT ᯓ

-Reader: FEM reader (it's a tie between Platonic and Romantic, you choose) -TW: None, just some cussing and yeah, Crosshairs -Character: Crosshairs (Transformers Bayverse) -Summary: Crosshairs won't admit he started to show he has a soft spot for a certain human. -Word count : 1552 -A/N: I'm watching the Bayverse movies for the plot grrr. Had this in the drafts for a while, :) smash.

That night the normally bustling streets were eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of passing vehicles. In his vehicle mode, Crosshairs remained stationed behind an abandoned pile of metal junk, blending  seamlessly into the urban decay. He remained vigilant as he monitored the warehouse Y/N had previously disappeared into. All his sensors were heightened, ready to snatch her out of there should the situation took a turn for the worse.

There are too many… many unknowns. There are too many ways this could go sideways.

Besides, Crosshairs wasn’t known for his patience, pfff as if. He preferred his work to be quick—in, out, job done, anddd gone. So why the frag had it been—what? Ten minutes now??

His vents hitched, irritation creeping in as his comm crackled to life.

"You’re takin’ your sweet time in there, squishy," he muttered through the radio, tone sharp, like he was scolding her. "Hope you’re not lost. ‘Cause I ain’t got the patience to come dig you outta that maze."

The words came with a buzzing sound through Y/N’s earpiece. Inside, the warehouse was big and almost endless, resembling a maze where one could easily get lost. Fortunately, it seemed there was no one else inside of it. A few meters away Crosshairs continued to maintain close tabs on the whole situation, checking in on her every few nano-clicks. Right now,  Y/N was an unknown variable lost in an old Decepticon-infested warehouse-like maze.

"Careful now. I’d rather not have to swoop in and save your skin... Not that I’d mind the heroics, of course, you know me”

The massive warehouse stretched endlessly into shadowed corridors and towering steel boxes, one of which contained exactly what they were searching for: a piece of Cybertronian tech that would provide the Autobots an advantage against the Decepticons still roaming the Earth. Thus, for this mission, both Crosshairs and a human ally, whom the Autobots had come to rely on, were perfect for the task. However, it would only take one wrong turn, just one for her to get lost in there for hours.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I suppose it won’t be that far… You sure you don’t wanna come and hold my hand too?" The crackle of the radio carried her amused tone, a thin attempt to ease her overwhelming tension, though it did little to soften the weight of the situation…

Crosshairs scoffed, his engine roaring from behind the pile he was hiding. " Oh. please. If I held your hand, you’d surely never wanna let go." A few nano-kliks passed and his ego made him resist to make another call. No, no way, especially not when she’d just been teasing him.

Despite his words, he was keeping far closer tabs on her than he would care to admit. He told himself it was just strategy—just ensuring the mission ran smoothly. After all, if she got herself killed, he’d have to waste time looking for a new partner.  And worse of all? He’d have to sit through one of Optimus' long, exhausting and utterly boring monologues about duty, teamwork and yada yada.

Primus forbid.

He was better off alone, depending and checking on others was a waste of his precious time.

Not because he gave a damn about some squishy human.

Definitely not.

Something cut off his train of thought, a faint creak echoed through Y/N’s earpiece, sharp and sudden against the stillness of the warehouse. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Crosshairs caught it immediately. Wasn’t she supposed to be alone in there-It was supposed to be an abandoned old base. The air quickly became heavy and uneasy.

"You still there?" Crosshairs asked casually, masking his concern.

There was a beat of silence before her voice crackled back through the comm. "…Still here. Thought I heard something, but it’s just an old vent."

"You better be hearing things," he muttered lowly, his voice laced with annoyance. Crosshairs meant it as a joke, but the thought irritated him more than it should. "I’m not babysitting you through this entire thing, squishy. Keep your head straight, find that tech and immediately get out of there,.. I’ll have your back."

He wasn’t used to this—caring, he quickly reminded himself. It was just because of the mission. She was useful. That was all. Right? Yeah, that was it, nothing more mh hm. After all of this, he would return to the quiet of his small hideout unbothered, back to his usual routine: no one to care for. No distractions.

“Hey- squishy you’ve been painfully quiet for more than five minutes now, the frag you’re doing-“ What Was she up to? Why wasn't she responding? Did she get herself stuck again?

Before he could speak again, he was interrupted, her voice crackled through, almost muffled with excitement. "I can’t believe it-!ah- I’ve found it!”

She was barely keeping her excitement. The tech. They'd been searching for it so long, and now it was finally in her hands. In her adrenaline rush however, Y/N failed to notice a step and almost bumped into a piece of rusted metal debris, her foot slipping as she tumbled forward unceremoniously. Fortunately, she caught herself at the last second, a muffled thud echoing through the comms as she quickly straightened herself, cursing under her breath. “dammit...”

Crosshairs couldn't help but snort. "You call that sneaky? Even Bumblebee's clunky servos are quieter."

It’s not that he despised humans, he was fine with them. They were strange, they amused him. Useful? sometimes. Annoying? mostly. But Y/N…? She was a pain in his aft in the worst—and somehow, best—way.

Primus help him, he was starting to care.

But he’d be damned if he ever admitted it.

Suddenly, a sharp ping from his radar pulled him out of his spiralling thoughts. His focus snapped back to the mission  “Get behind something, now.” Without hesitation he shifted back to his alt mode, making his way inside the warehouse.

“Quietly! Sneak. Quietly!” His words were followed by Y/N who barely had time to react before pressing herself against the cold, rusted metal of a crate, her breath hitching. The warehouse air felt heavier now, thick with dust and tension. Through the narrow gaps between the stacked cargo, she could just make out the silhouettes moving in the dim light—a tall, menacing, unmistakably Decepticon.

It was getting too close. Way too close.

Each step it took reverberated through the warehouse, the heavy clang of metal against concrete sending an eerie chill down Y/N’s spine.  If they so much as glanced in the wrong direction, it was over

His servos tightened in anticipation, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice, but he hesitated as he glanced toward Y/N’s hiding spot. Primus be damned, he questioned why he felt such a heavy sense of responsibility for her. If he acted too recklessly, they could both find themselves in peril. “Stay put, sweetheart. I’ve got this,” he assured her, trying to keep his voice steady.

“This is exactly why I can’t stand bringing squishies along on dangerous missions,” Crosshairs’s focus never wavering from the task at hand. “Fraggin’ Cons…”

The plan had been simple—stun the enemy, get the hell out. But his thoughts were too tangled up in frustration to process the next step fast enough. Then—CRACK.

Gunfire.

From behind him.

Weapon in hand,she had the audacity to smirk. "What was taking you so long?" she bickered in a hushed whisper, tilting her head with faux impatience.

His helm tilted slightly, optics narrowing as he gave her an unimpressed look before scoffing. "Almost as good as myself." The words were laced with sarcasm, but there was the faintest hint of approval underneath.

Silence followed.

Crosshairs exhaled through his vents, his servos still tensed for another ambush. When nothing came, he finally turned to Y/N, his optics sweeping over her, assessing for any injuries. Satisfied that she was in one piece, he extended a hand, his tone losing its usual sharp edge.

"You all right there, lil’ partner? You’d better be, ‘cause I ain't dragging your sorry aft to your human hospital—"

"Yeah, yeah, stop washing yourself in your ego," Y/N cut in, rolling her eyes as she accepted his digit, using it to pull herself up.

Crosshairs grumbled something incoherent under his breath, but the way his optics flickered with relief was unmistakable. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before his usual bravado shattered, his vents cycling sharply.

Then, like a snapped cable, his entire demeanour flipped…

"Fraggin’ hell!!, you tryna give me a spark attack out here??" He vented sharply, though the relief in his optics was unmistakable. “Let’s get outta here,…cmon.. jump in”

He couldn’t even wait for a response; he had already transformed back into his sleek green vehicle mode, his front door popping open in invitation.

"Aww, I bet you’d miss me if I didn’t."

Crosshairs let out a low grumble as she teased him while he allowed her to slide into the Corvette’s sleek, leather seat. The engine roared beneath the hood, primed to bolt away from that place

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, kid."

As much as he griped about babysitting humans, this one? Yeah. He wasn’t about to let anything happen to her.

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IT'S A GREAT DAY TO BE A MULTISHIPPER 🍽️

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i'm just gonna leave this here, yeah?