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[cripplecharacters]

what are the top 5 things you'd like to see a disabled character do in a story?

Hey! This is a very vast question and a lot of it would depend on the character's actual disability - I have completely different wishlists for what I'd like to see intellectually disabled characters do versus what I'd like to see characters with facial differences do. Different stereotypes and tropes affect different groups of disabled people differently - to work with this fact, the below list will try to account for as large amount of disabled character as I can reasonably think of, but it won't have as much detail as you might want. If you have a specific kind of character in mind, feel free to send another ask.

Not in specific order:

Disabled characters being in love. Disabled x disabled, disabled x abled, disabled x very different kind of disabled, all these variants but including more than 2 characters (since I've yet to see a polyamorous disabled character), all of this.

And I mean in actual relationships, not the pitiful and devoid of actual chemistry thing that we usually get (think "really sad disabled man only becomes happy after an abled woman takes pity on him, but they never kiss or god forbid have sex because that's gross and the disableds surely don't do that anyway").

I want to see an interabled couple going through IVF because they want to have kids, a wife with hemiplegia getting to grow old and wrinkly with her autistic husband, a lesbian with Treacher Collins syndrome moving in with her chronically ill girlfriend after a month of knowing each other, DeafBlind men getting hands on each other in the bathroom of a shitty nightclub, a trans woman with autism asking out a trans man with Down syndrome via her AAC tablet, a neurotypical guy with an obvious crush on his classmate with cerebral palsy.

I want to actually see disabled people being shown as desirable partners, good parents and grandparents, potential crushes, going through some new feelings and going on both good and bad dates, from all walks of life, of all sexualities and genders. Just like abled people.

Disabled characters participating in their community. Especially severely and/or visibly disabled characters. This is obviously a concept as vague as it could possibly be, but a big problem with a lot of disabled characters is that they don't... do anything. Not in the sense that they aren't "active enough", but that they aren't really... characters. They're often reduced to a family member who's at home and maybe the abled character takes care of them sometimes, but that's seemingly all that happens; they have no interests, hobbies, agency, preferences, or an internal thought process. All they do is wait for an abled savior to do something to them, not even with them.

I want to see more disabled characters who have jobs (whether it's a "regular" job, a supported employment workplace, a creative job that maybe they can only do a few hours a week, or self-care as a full-time job kind of thing), participating in hobbies that are accessible and/or modified to their ability level, emailing or sending pigeon letters to their friends, trying out new stuff that they're interested in, having actual complex relationships with their caregivers. Anything to actually make them feel like characters that exist in their setting, not just cardboard cutouts that the author had no ideas for.

Disabled characters who are a part of real-world disability (and adjacent) culture. Obviously also a vast topic. Most disabled characters, regardless of setting, are completely separated from concepts that were made by disabled people for disabled people; usually the connection to disability is their actual medical condition and a sterile mobility aid. This is not incorrect or bad to represent since that describes a lot of people, but I'd like to simply see more variety.

I want to see disabled characters who do parasports, who are excited about tactile art, went to blind/Deaf/SPED schools, call themselves #a babe with a mobility aid, decorate their AAC device, learn about disabled history, experience Feelings when hearing that Neanderthals cared about their disabled children, go to disability-centric events or support groups to meet people similar to them.

Do all disabled people do these? Absolutely not, but I'd like for even 1% of fictional characters to represent those who do.

Yeah I just want more disabled characters doing sports. As in real-life sports that real-life disabled people do, apologies to all the fantasy swordfighting that's out there.

There are so many sports out there we can do, some are adapted, some have a sitting or wheelchair version, while others were made specifically for us. Team sports are such a good opportunity to have your character have a community of people like them, have interesting dynamics, yet the only anything I can think of that's about it is REAL by Takehiko Inoue (wheelchair basketball) and the art by @/gayaest / @/sproutwiki (sitting volleyball). Also some Paralympics documentaries that I can count on a single hand - there's like three of them.

I want to see characters who are starting out and really suck at their sport, ones who are decent, ones with ridiculous sports-anime-level over the top abilities. I want to see all kinds of sports done by all kinds of disabled characters; blind kids learning goalball with their blind parents, quadriplegic guys working their ass off to qualify for national murderball championships, folks using sticker-covered bright-pink ramps in their boccia games, people with POTS playing along with their abled partner on their wheelchair rugby league team, standing fencers becoming disabled and adapting to wheelchair fencing that they love just as much. More disabled people having fun, knowing other disabled people, having interests!

Also, parasports are just cool as fuck and interesting to both watch and read about.

Disabled characters getting to make bad decisions. Disability representation is often extremely black-and-white in terms of morality: the character is either an angel who always does the right thing and talks about being grateful a lot, or the character is comically evil, wanting revenge because of their disability, hating their disability, constantly in grief and anger since not a single mildly ok thing happened to them since they became disabled. Neither of these feel like real people.

Disabled characters should be able to say hurtful things, get mad, lie, and whatever else, without being demonized to hell for it the same way abled characters are. They should be allowed to consciously make a decision that they shouldn't take (also known as "dignity of risk" in context of disability). They should get the same consequences for mistakes as everyone else and need to have the opportunities to actually make them.

In a much shorter way: more complex disabled characters.

These are things that I'd enjoy seeing for disabled characters. But the main thing would probably be that I want more of them. The scope of disabled characters in media is so painfully narrow because there's so few of them + they're usually capped at one per series. More writing featuring multiple disabled people please.

Here is a list of wishes from other mods who wanted me to throw them here:

Disabled characters who act like the author did more than a 10 min google search about their disabilities. [So authors doing actual research.]

More disabled characters of color. A lot of time disabled characters are white because it's only acceptable for them to be one kind of marginalized. In real life that's not how it works. People of color are disabled too!

Characters with comorbidities, characters with physical and mental health and developmental symptoms. Disability doesn't just come with one cut and dry disorder all the time - you can even be diagnosed with some things and undiagnosed with others.

[A character can have 5 comorbidities, or 5 completely unrelated disabilities - both happen. Or, most frequently, a bit of both.]

Characters existing in all parts of their diagnostic journey. [So characters who are yet to be diagnosed, currently investigating their symptoms, ones recently diagnosed, and ones who had their diagnosis for their whole lives - and as mentioned previously, you can be on one stage with disability A, and on another with disability B.]

Characters whose whole life isn't just tragedy/struggle! See this a lot when a story with disabled character is just about how life is hard for them as disabled person. Would love disabled characters being leads in other genres and just existing as people. Not to say disability isn't a struggle, but there is more to life and person than disability.

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[cutielando]

i should hate you, but i can't | r.c.

synopsis: in which you and Rafe are enemies... until you aren't

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Rafe Cameron.

There were no words to describe what you felt for the boy.

Love? Adoration? Hate? Disgust?

It was a multitude of things all stacked against each other, each battling to come out on top. He was rude, he was a junkie, he couldn't stop picking fights to save his life, he belittled everyone around him, and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

So then, why were you so attracted to him?

Maybe it was your very poor taste in men? Or yo were just unfortunate enough to be attracted to the bad guys? The possibilities were endless.

Rafe knew how much of a crush you had on him. He used every single opportunity to point it out when you would find yourself alone in his presence. Especially at the parties he would host.

You never wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing you too much, but his parties were legendary on the whole island and your friends never missed one. You couldn't allow yourself to be the only one who wouldn't go, it would be too obvious.

That's how you found yourself in the kitchen of Tannyhill, trying to find a bottle of vodka to refill your cup. 

Kooks were dancing all around you, grinding against each other, spilling their drinks all over themselves and not having a care in the world. Typical for every party held on Figure 8.

You were desperately trying not to bump into anyone, quickly finding your way towards the alcohol counter.

"Where the fuck is it?" you mumbled to yourself, not seeing the bottle anywhere on the tray.

"Looking for something?" a voice called out from behind you. More specifically, his voice.

You rolled your eyes before turning around, your eyes landing on the man of the house himself, Rafe Cameron.

Eyebrows raised, a taunting smile on his face looking back at you, the alcohol bottle you had eagerly been searching for right in his hands.

"What's it to you?" you crossed your arms, resting your back against the counter.

"Given that you are snooping around in my house, I would say I deserve to know what you were searching for so desperately, wouldn't you agree?" his tone was taunting, just like his whole personality. Living to make your life miserable.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't deny that he was a tiny bit right. You had, after all, been snooping around his house searching for alcohol.

"I was looking for the vodka, had to get a refill and entertain myself somehow" you explained, tired of the conversation already.

"You should've just come to me and asked about it, sweetheart. You know I'd never deny you" he winked before handing you the bottle, departing right after that.

This was the interaction you always had with him. He would just come in, make fun of you in some way, proceed to sneakily try and flirt before just leaving.

It was an ongoing cycle with him.

One you never thought you'd participate in.

As the night rolled away, so did the alcohol into your system. It was well past midnight and you were having the time of your life, dancing with your friends and not having a care in the world.

The interruption came when a Kook, more specifically someone you couldn't stand being around, decided to just come up behind you and start dancing with you. 

"You've got some moves on you, baby" he whispered in your ear, his hands caressing and guiding your hips against his.

You tried to pry yourself out of his arms, but the hold he had on you made it impossible. He was holding onto your hips tightly, grinding into your behind. 

Rafe's eyes found you in the middle of the huge sea of people in his living room, his anger rapidly spreading through his body when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked. Downing the last remnants of his drink, he quickly made his way towards you.

"Let go of her" when you heard Rafe's voice, it was like hearing an angel. You had never been more grateful to be with him than you were in that moment.

"Get lost, dude, we're having fun" the Kook answered, gripping your hips even tighter now.

Even in your hazy state, you started pulling away from him, clawing at his hands to let you go. 

Before you could even register what was going on, you felt his hands being yanked off of you, and you saw Rafe hovering over the Kook, who was on the floor holding his bleeding nose.

"Don't ever touch her, or anyone, like that ever again, do you hear me?" you heard Rafe say, his voice dangerously low.

When the Kook nodded, Rafe turned around and took your hand, pulling you through the crowd and towards the back door. He slid open the door and you were met with fresh air, your brain starting to sober up a little.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked, taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulder when he noticed you shivering in just your dress.

You nodded, words not yet able to roll from your lips.

"Why did you do that?" you asked after spending some minutes in silence, your mind still hazy but almost completely sober now.

You had always been able to handle your alcohol pretty well, which many times came in handy. Especially now, when you were alone with Rafe Cameron in his backyard after he just saved you from a creep.

"What?" he asked.

"Why did you help me back there?" you specified, shuffling so you were closer to him.

He shrugged, kicking his feet. "Anyone would've done the same. Plus, I don't like guys who touch girls against their wills, and you clearly looked uncomfortable while he had his hands on your body" he explained further.

You stared at him, both of your eyes locked on the other. Maybe it was the alcohol still in your system that prompted your actions, or maybe you had just been suppressing it for far too long, but you found yourself kissing him, your hands gripping onto his shoulder and the hair at the back of his head.

He was stunned for a brief moment before he relaxed into the kiss, pulling you closer and holding your waist gently.

If anyone would have seen the two of you in that moment, they would have thought the world had gone crazy. You spent so many years hating each other, making fun and just picking on one another, you had never given second thought to the feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time you would see each other, when your eyes would lock in a crowd of people.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, neither of you could help the big smile that was on your faces.

"What did we just do?" you asked, biting your lip.

"I think maybe we got tired of hating each other" he teased, holding you against his body.

"Oh, Rafe, as much as I wanted, I could never hate you" you said before leaning in again, not being able to get enough of his lips.

Oh, what a turn of events.

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[mistriavalley]

Alex is down bad for you (gn!farmer)

Note: Got this idea from @sagegotthesauce

TW: none

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Alex is handsome, tall and strong and can be incredibly charming when he wants to. So obviously he thought it would be an easy thing to leave an especially good first impression on the hot new farmer when they walked over to introduce themselves. Just that it wasn't easy at all.

"You're the new-? Cool. Yeah. Alex." Wait what the fuck was that? Why the fuck did his breath get caught in his throat when he tried to speak to you? Maybe next time he will do better

His strength is...well, his strength. It's an important asset of his so naturally he tries to catch your attention by lifting weights infront of his house. He sees you by Pierre's or close to the Saloon? The dumbbells and weights are out the same second he lays his eyes on you and then he acts as if he doesn't notice you at all while grunting in an exaggerated way just to make you look at him

Alex craves to have a proper conversation with you, but so far you've only ever greeted him. The most you've said to him was when you introduced yourself. Normally he doesn't struggle with talking to someone he likes, but with you he finds himself to be nervous for the first time since...well...forever

The day he finds you alone at the beach during summer is like a gift from the heavens. With his gridball tugged under his arm, he confidently walks over to you and suggests to play catch. That way he can impress you with his athletic skills. Unfortunately you don't seem too into it and you don't even try to catch the ball which leads to you guys not really playing any catch

Nevertheless, you still tell him that you believe he would make a great gridball player. You might have just said that to be polite, but when I tell you that his growing crush for you makes him absolutely delusional. It definitely gets to his head and he wants, no, needs more. Any sort of compliment or praise leaving your sweet lips is like throwing treats at a dog

You start to live in his mind rent-free faster than he anticipated. His mind goes to you first thing in the moment and he has a mental picture of you in his head when he falls asleep. Hell, you even visit him in his dreams regularly and when that happens he wakes up with a lovestruck grin on his face

Whenever Evelyn mentions that she wants to send you her famous cookies over mail, Alex jumps to his feet. Why send it when he can walk over to your farm by himself?

Then one day you gift him an egg! From one of your chickens! What a time to be alive. Alex doesn't know if he should eat it or keep it, because it's something you gave him. He knows he can't keep it around forever though

Haley makes fun of him over the fact that he's so obviously head over heels for you. I mean, he is acting kinda pathetic with the way his eyes don't leave you for a second the moment you enter his vision or the way he oh so desperately begs asks for your attention. You're also the only thing he ever talks about nowadays

But then you do the unthinkable and ask him to be your partner for the flower dance! Oh, he doesn't know how to react. Alex feels like his heart is going to jump out of his chest and he's trying so hard to act all cool, but he's a mess. While he stares at you with a lovey-dovey look, he only manages a hasty nod, accompanied by a side-eye from Haley of course

It's so adorable how he messes up almost every single step of the dance. The same dance he's been participating in for years now and which steps he can usually perform in his sleep. Do you notice how nervous and excited he is? He's really hoping that you don't. Hell, he's even sending silent prayers to Yoba

"Hey, so I thought that uh you'd maybe wanna hang out? With me? Alone?" Just play it cool, Alex. You might have fucked that up on an ungodly level, but you gotta own it now. Wing it, man. "Like a date? I'd love to!"

He short circuits, blinks a couple times and is working hard to process your answer. You wanna go? With him? I mean, that is exactly the result he was hoping for when he was practicing this shit infront of the bathroom mirror, but he genuinely didn't think he'd get that far. Not with you. Not with the way he has been embarrassing himself infront of you the past months

He books a separate room at the saloon and everything is planned out up until the tiniest detail. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Well, unless he's acting like a desperate and pathetic fool again which he normally does when you're in his proximity

And holy shit it's so easy to talk to you? Don't get me wrong, he's still so fucking nervous and so fucking ready to roll out the red carpet for you just for showing up, but you're also such an easy going person. You two basically click immediately which you thought was the case a long time ago already, but he only now properly experiences this. In the past conversations you two have shared, Alex was always too busy not to seem like a complete looser

At the end of the date he of course walks you home like the gentleman he is. Your hands brush against each other during that and everytime that happens it sends jolts of electricity through his arm right into his chest where is heart is beating like crazy

You stop at your front door where you bless him with a smile and place your warm hand on his chest. This man is on cloud 9 and feels like he could fly away this instant. Then you completely rock his world by putting your lips, the same ones he's been daydreaming about 24/7, on his and he fights back a sigh. The butterflies are having a rave in his stomach right now

[onyxsboxes]

🎶 🛫 LCAPT Clegan (MOTA) 🛫 🎶

With a bit of delay, it's finally here 🥳🥳🥳🥳

It is with great pleasure (and a lot of excitement) that I present to you our Let's create a playlist together Clegan (MOTA)'s version.

Let’s create a “clegan/buckxbucky/buckyxbuck/eganven/whatever we call the buckies” playlist together. 🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶 You can include more or fewer songs (as you prefer), I'll collect all the replies and put them together in a playlist that I'll share in a week or so (I'll update it as I receive replies, so no rush and no pressure).

(For those who want to add a few songs, go ahead. I'll continue to update the playlist as I receive more replies.)

I'd like to thank you all for your participation. This was the first fandom/ship oriented playlist and I had no idea so many of you would respond (it was a bit overwhelming but i a good way 🥰). It was a delight to read all your recommendations, your little comments and even your playlists for some of you. It was fun to listen to so many songs through Clegan's lens.

It forced me to really listen to the lyrics and that only made these songs more enjoyable. I hope you will (like me) rediscover some songs in a new light thanks to this playlist.

Here the link to the other playlists if you want to take a look.

I'll try to do other fandom-related playlists like this one later (when I'll have a bit more time), so if you'd like to participate or if you'd like to be tagged when the playlist is released, let me know (or there's a little form on this post for that if you prefer).

If you'd like to see a particular theme, please feel free to tell me so we can do that later.

Some statistics

The playlist lasts 22h13 with 345 different songs (I chose to put a song in the playlist only once and not as many times as it was tagged) nearly a full day of clegan's vibes 😁.

Special mention to Sibewest's Skyline, which I couldn't find on Spotify to put on the playlist 😔

Well done to Hozier's Work Song, which was mentioned 5 times 🥳

Mentioned three times

I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Mentioned two times

Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Coal by Dylan Gossett

Free by Florence + The Machine

Gale song by The Lumineers

Good Luck, babe by Chappel Roan

Heat Lightning by Mitski

I don't smoke by Mitski

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Putting The Dog To Sleep by The Antlers

Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra

Take me home, country roads by John Denver

Whish that you were here by Florence + The Machine

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

Thank you again guys 🤗🥰

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[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Themes: Fluff, kinda cringe, unknown attraction until the dance, mentions of Yuuji and Nobara, Modern AU (Aged up, all are 20+ years old) Author's Note: I know Chappell Roan's whole album is a gay anthem, but I'd like to get this idea off my brain because it's been stuck here since I heard this song for the nth time :<<< I love Chappell so much!!!

"H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me, hot to go!"

Megumi rolled his eyes at Nobara as she taught the group how to dance to the new song she heard in the shop with you. Yuji was learning the dance with you. "It's that easy?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, willing to participate in whatever you and Nobara were doing.

As a recap, you and Nobara worked in the same boutique. You came later than her, and because of your love for fashion, Nobara decided that you'd be her new bestie, and then she decided that you'd be a great addition to her group of 3. Megumi didn't mind, he never did, but every weekend hangout, you'd arrive with your tutti fruity perfume and your hair all pinned up nicely with pretty clips and pins, he felt somehow irritated, but not in a bad way. He couldn't pinpoint what it was that annoyed him.

And Megumi figured that the way you and Nobara would dance and jump around as the song played in the background annoyed him. Maybe because Yuuji joined you two, dancing along in the verses and the pre-choruses. Maybe it was how you and Yuuji would high-five once you two finally got the rhythm of the song and pointed at each other during the chorus.

It went just like that. Just that weekend hangout, and he felt so uneasy about the whole thing. Now, since the song has gone mainstream, he can't help but feel irritated whenever he hears a co-worker play the song during lunch, or if he hears it being played in the nearby stores on the way home. He finally snapped when he heard Yuuji hum it in the kitchen as he was preparing dinner.

"Yuuji, can you stop singing that?" He exclaimed, standing up from his seat on the couch. Yuuji, unaware of what was happening with his roommate, was caught off guard. "What song?" he asked, puppy dog eyes looking at Megumi.

"That song, the HOT TO GO one. It's annoying," Megumi replied, his voice returning to his flat tone. Yuuji smirked and continued to hum the song to irritate Megumi further, which resulted to the man storming to his room.

The next weekend hangout, you arrive with your pretty jeans and your pretty top and your pretty hair all styled up. The group would always hang out at Yuuji and Megumi's place and as you strolled in, Megumi suddenly felt uneasy. The man has no idea what's happening.

Nobara played her playlist on shuffle, but the moment HOT TO GO played, you stood up with Nobara, dancing. His eyes watched your every move, and you'd watch him with that wide smile.

"No, no, it's snap and clap and touch your toes," you told Yuuji, showing him the steps, and dear God, the moment you bent over to "touch your toes," Megumi choked on his beer. He could hear Yuuji and Nobara laughing as he coughed, telling them to back off. You just looked surprised, watching Megumi break from his stoic demeanor.

Megumi felt even more uneasy at the body roll part of the pre-chorus, as he saw how flexible your body was at dancing just a simple dance step. It was getting out of control that he had to excuse himself from the living room and out of the apartment's balcony.

For the rest of the week, he dreaded the upcoming weekend hangout; to see you there again and watch you dance that stupid dance.

And on the third weekend that you guys danced to the song, Megumi noticed that you were no longer pointing and looking at neither Yuuji nor Nobara as you danced. You were looking at him. The way you sang along to the lyrics like it was your song, the way he felt that maybe you were flirting, the way he could feel his heart beating along with the song.

"What's it take to get your number?" You sang, looking at him, "What's it take to bring you home?"

Holy shit, he thought.

Before the night ended, as you and Nobara helped clean up the mess in the living room, Megumi asked if he could talk to you. You looked at Nobara, and Nobara tilted her head, as if saying "Go for it." Megumi led you to the little balcony of their apartment, closing the glass door. "So?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Megumi cleared his throat, unable to control his raging heart now that he's alone with you.

"Can I... can I get your number?" He asked, his voice low. You smiled at him, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. After unlocking your phone, you handed it over to him. "Give me your number instead, I'll text you."

Megumi's fingers trembled uncharacteristically as he typed his number on your phone, and as he handed your phone back, you quickly saved it. "Thanks, Megumi. I'll text you when I get home."

As you promised, you did text Megumi when you got home, and you two never stopped since.

"The song worked," you told Nobara during one of your shifts, a week after that night. Nobara laughed, bumping your shoulder. "Told you he'd fold."

[ineed-to-sleep]

OC SMASH OR PASS

tagged by: no one ajdjkskd but I saw @alongtidesoflight 's version of this and thought it would be fun to give it a try :3

tagging: @ventruevitae , @crownedinmarigolds , @svampira , @its-sixxers (feel free to ignore if you'd like, just tagging bc I'd love to see your ocs version of this if you're interested in doing it ♡) also tagging anyone else who wants to do this!!

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

BASICS:

Full name: Vincent Miller (Vince for short)

Age: 20 forever <3 (in appearance at least)

Height: 185cm(6'1")

Eyes: dark brown

Gender: just some guy

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: bisexual

PROS:

vampire. Need I say more

fiercely loyal. Will kill AND die for you if he's in love

great listener, knows exactly when to nod and when to say "mhm"

very affectionate(big fan of forehead kisses)

he's a very attentive partner sexually & also a switch

gives great hugs

if he warms up to you you can unlock his secret sense of humor

CONS:

he's quiet and a loner so it's hard to get close to him

basically a boomer(born 1965)

not really dtf until you build a solid friendship with him for at least 2 years

heart full of love but also full of anxiety(and paranoia 👍🏻)

no casual sex. Die in his arms or go home.

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Edit: I'm getting enough requests now that I'm naturally starting to get double ups, so you can check the plans list I've added to the event fic masterlist to see if something is already on the to-do list, or see if there's a character you like that isn't getting enough love 💖

Prompts

STEP 1 - PICK A LETTER

Some of these are a stretch I know, just go with it :P You may pick several letters if you think they'll work together but I reserve the right to only use one if I feel inspired

A - alpha/omega dynamics

B - breeding

C - cumplay

D - desk

E - exhibitionism

F - first time

G - deGradation

H - seven minutes in Heaven

I - intoxication

J - just 'friends' (friends to lovers)

K - kidnapped

L - lovemaking

M - masturbation

N - no protection (risky sex)

O - oral fixation

P - sex Pollen

Q - quiet (public sex)

R - roleplay

S - somnophilia

T - thighjob

U - unbearable (enemies to lovers)

V - vampire au

W - body Worship

X - writer's choice

Y - 'yours' (possessive behavior)

Z - zou (mink reader)

STEP 2 - PICK A NUMBER

These are the characters I'm currently comfortable writing for, please don't request others. You may request mulitple if you think it'd work for the prompt aka threesome, but I reserve the right to only go with one of them if I feel inspired

1 - Kid

2 - Killer

3 - Heat

4 - Wire

5 - Zoro

6 - Sanji

7 - Usopp

8 - Franky

9 - Jimbei - with two dicks, obviously

10 - Robin

11 - Nami

12 - Law

13 - Bepo - don't test me I'll fuckin do it

14 - Shachi

15 - Penguin

16 - Ikkaku

17 - Bartolomeo

18 - Yamato

19 - Katakuri

20 - Vivi

21 - Sabo

22 - Ace

23 - Hancock

24 - Corazon (please let me know what version of his name you'd like reader to use)

25 - Buggy

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Kali growling to herself silently as she watches a few too many Menagerians flirt with an oblivious Yang.

Kali: Yang, Dear! Can you come here please?

Yang: Yes, ma'am! Is something wrong?

Kali: Oh, no, nothing like that, dear. *glares the other faunus away* And please, call me Kali. I just wanted to spend a little time with my daughter's girlfriend; get to know you better. We weren't able to talk much back in Haven, and all I have to go off is what Blake's told me.

Yang: O-oh! Yeah! Sure! Um...what do you want to know?

Kali: *threads her arm through Yang's and leads her to the group's shared quarters* There's actually something I'd rather do. Think of it as a way to welcome you into our family. It's an important piece of our culture, and I'm sure Blake would be thrilled if you would participate.

Yang: Absolutely! I'd love to learn more about your culture! Anything to make Blake happy!

Kali: That's the spirit.

Later that Afternoon

Blake: Has anyone seen Yang? I haven't heard from her all afternoon.

Weiss: I thought she was with you. I haven't seen her.

Ruby: Yeah, you guys have been velcroed together since the Ever After. I just assumed she was with you.

Yang: *walks into the room* Hey, guys! What'd I miss?

Blake: Yang, where have you been? I was starting to wo- *notices golden stud in Yang's ear and starts blushing* ....Yang...what is that?

Yang: Oh! Your mom invited me to some kind of bonding - welcoming - family acceptance thing earlier. She said it was part of the Menagerian culture and that you'd be excited if I did it.

Blake: I-is that right? Excuse me for a moment.

Ruby, Weiss, and Yang watch as Blake nearly stomps out of the room.

Ruby: What was that about?

Weiss: I have no idea.

Blake: *from another room* What the heck is this all about?!

Kali: Well, I didn't see you making a move, so I decided to help. You should have seen the amount of faunus flirting with her! I had to secure your assets!

Blake: I CAN PROPOSE TO YANG BY MYSELF, MOM!!!

Ruby and Weiss: PROPOSE?!?!?!

Yang: *brain promptly explodes*

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

UNVEIL TO NO AVAIL

Once they were back inside the tower, (Y/Cyb/N) did his best to help with the supplies, trying to keep his mind occupied and away from the troubling thoughts about his carrier's reaction. His excitement about the future remained, but he resolved to be more attentive to his creators' needs and approach the racing topic more cautiously.

"Oh! You're back soon!" (Y/Cyb/N)'s sire's helm popped out of the doorway with a smile plastered on his faceplate. "I cooked you guys some Enriched Energon Fries!" He held a tray of food.

They had a metallic appearance, with an outer layer of gold representing their delectable sweet taste and a core of silver symbolizing their firm but fluffy texture. The crispness of the fries was reflected in their sharp edges, giving a sense of crispness and crunch. Its blue energy glow symbolizes its high nutritional value and deliciousness.

(Y/Cyb/N)'s optics brightened at the sight of his sire, the familiar warmth in his spark momentarily pushing aside the lingering tension from earlier. The tray of Enriched Energon Fries gleamed enticingly in his sire's servos, their golden and silver layers reflecting the light in the room.

"[𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐌]... They look amazing, Sire!" (Y/Cyb/N) said, offering a small smile. "[𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]... Thank you for making them!"

His sire chuckled, his faceplate beaming with pride. "Well, I figured you'd both be a bit hungry after your outing. Thought I'd treat you two!" He carefully placed the tray down on the table, gesturing for them to sit.

(Y/C/N) gave a soft smile, though (Y/Cyb/N) could still see a flicker of the earlier tension in her optics. She sat down quietly, reaching for one of the fries. "Thank you, love," she murmured, giving her sparkmate a fond glance before nibbling on the metallic fry.

(Y/Cyb/N) eagerly grabbed one, his processor momentarily distracted by the delicious snack. The outer layer crackled under his bite, releasing a rush of sweet and savory flavors, with the silver core offering a soft, energizing texture. The subtle blue glow of the Energon gave it a revitalizing kick, making (Y/Cyb/N) feel a little more recharged with each bite.

As they ate, (Y/Cyb/N)'s sire settled down next to them, optics twinkling with curiosity. "So, how was the big outing? Iacon's always an adventure! Did you see anything exciting?"

(Y/Cyb/N) hesitated for a moment, glancing at his carrier before answering. "[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋]... It was incredible. We saw a lot! The markets, the towers..." He trailed off, his mind flashing back to the race and his encounter with Glintstream. "[𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒]. I also learned a bit about the Iacon 5000. It seems really interesting. I would like to go there and see the race one day..."

His sire's optics froze mid-way as he chewed on one of the fries. It was similar to the same reaction as (Y/Cyb/N)'s carrier, but it wasn't as tense to the point his sire's Algorithm (Quadirectional Keeper) would act up and probably start moving objects around the room.

Something about being at the race—seeing or participating—to his sire and carrier was a history or an event that relates to some part of their past they haven't told (Y/Cyb/N) yet.

(Y/Cyb/N) noticed the brief pause from his sire, who seemed to be processing the information. The usually lively optics dimmed slightly, and he swallowed the fry thoughtfully. It wasn't as intense as (Y/C/N)'s reaction, but there was a shift in the atmosphere.

"Ah, the Iacon 5000," his sire finally said, breaking the silence with a forced cheerfulness. "It's quite the spectacle. I'm glad you enjoyed your visit."

(Y/Cyb/N) felt a pang of uncertainty. He had hoped for a more enthusiastic response but was met with a more reserved one. "[𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃]... Is everything alright, Sire?"

His sire glanced at him, a soft, reassuring smile returning to his faceplate. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, (Y/Cyb/N). Just... well, it's a big event, and there are some things we prefer to keep private." He gave a light, almost apologetic chuckle. "You know how it is. Safety and all that."

(Y/C/N) nodded in agreement, though her gaze was still somewhat distant. "Your sire is right. The Iacon 5000 is impressive, but it's best not to get too involved in the spectacle. Many things aren't... always as they seem."

(Y/Cyb/N) felt a knot in his processor. He could sense there was more to their reactions than they were letting on. Safety and all... It can't be just safety and all. He was curious and wanted to know more. "[𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐘] Is there another reason why you don't like the race? Perhaps someone? An accident? The history of someone associated—"

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*BLIP!*

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His sire activated another Algorithm (Y/Cyb/N)'s name trained with his father, which was the Octo Hex. (Y/Cyb/N) was gently cut off, a red, floating octagon hologram pressed against their dermas, blocking his voice.

"H-How about we stop talking about the race?" His sire interrupted him gently, his right optic twitching in nervousness. His right servo was placed on his son's shoulderplate while his left servo was raised slightly, with the Octo Hex Algorithm emblem glowing and floating.

(Y/Cyb/N) paused, taken aback by the sudden activation of the Octo Hex. His sire's usually calm and jovial demeanor had a crack now—something beneath the surface, a deeper tension than he'd ever noticed before. The red octagon hovered gently against his dermas, an unmistakable sign that this conversation was veering into forbidden territory.

(Y/Cyb/N) swallowed his curiosity, his optics dimming slightly as he nodded. "[𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓]... Of course, Sire," he said quietly, his voice muffled by the soft hum of the Octo Hex.

He didn't push further, but the seed of doubt had already been planted in his spark. There was something about the Iacon 5000—something about racing or whatever it is—that deeply unsettled his creators, and it wasn't just about safety.

His sire let out a relieved sigh, lowering his servo as the Octo Hex flickered out of existence. "Good," he muttered, his voice trying to regain its usual warmth. "Let's focus on the present, alright? You're home safe, and that's what matters."

The table fell into a brief but heavy silence, the weight of unspoken words thickening the air. (Y/C/N) fidgeted with her servo, her optics flickering between her sparkmate and (Y/Cyb/N). The fries on her plate were monetarily forgotten, the once-hot food now sitting warm.

(Y/Cyb/N) felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. He wanted to press the issue, to know why something as simple as a race brought such discomfort to his family, but he also knew pushing too hard could break the delicate peace they had built.

His spark pulsed heavily, his processor running through different scenarios. "[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋]... I'll drop it for now," he thought to himself, "but I'll find out the truth eventually."

He focused on his sire's faceplate again, offering a more genuine smile. "[𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄]... You're right. Let's not dwell on it. The day was great, and the fries are even better!"

The change in tone seemed to lighten the mood, his sire visibly relaxing. "That's the spirit!" he said with a renewed chuckle, giving (Y/Cyb/N) a playful nudge. "We should do more outings like this, but maybe something a little less... exciting next time, eh?"

(Y/Cyb/N) smiled, but his mind was already elsewhere, his spark still heavy with lingering questions. Something about that race haunted his creators, and whether they liked it or not, he knew that sooner or later, he'd have to uncover what they were hiding.

Later that night, (Y/Cyb/N) lay peacefully on his berth, trying to catch some rest. The strange event at the dinner table left him confused and stunned. Why did they not like talking about the race? Were they once racers? Did they have a forbidden insight into the race?

"...Are you out of your processor!?"

"N-Not really—"

"(Y/S/N). We can NOT just tell him about our history...!"

"He needs to know the truth eventually, but I understand you don't want to ruin his dream."

(Y/Cyb/N)'s audio receptors perked up on his creators' conversation, discussing something. He sat up slowly, leaning against the door to hear better.

"What do you suggest? You're going to let him find out on his own?"

"Crazy as it is, (Y/C/N), it's sort of like that."

(Y/Cyb/N) heard a frustrated and exasperated sigh from his carrier.

"Honestly, I have no idea how you began coming up with these plans..."

"I've been a mechanic and inventor for my entire life before I even met you!"

"Oh... right..."

"Never mind that," a tired sigh left (Y/Cyb/N)'s dermas. "Next morning, we'll go to the Hall of Records. He never has been there before, but it might share some history about us."

"Wait—you aren't—"

"Yes, I am. We're going to find that banned book whether you like it or not."

"Are you kidding me!? You're going to get yourself caught if you screw this up! Worse, you'll get killed if the council finds out we're the last ones to be users of the Algorithms!"

"Look, this banned book isn't about Iacon 5000—it's about us! Our story, culture, history, and the truth of our kind—the Codexes."

(Y/Cyb/N)'s spark raced as he pressed his audio receptors closer to the door, his processors spinning with the implications of what he'd just overheard. A banned book? Codexes? A hidden history that involved his creators? And something about using the Algorithms... that was forbidden by the council?

He hadn't expected this. All he wanted was to learn more about the Iacon 5000, but now it seemed there was a much deeper story hidden beneath the surface—one that involved his own family in ways he couldn't have imagined.

The voices on the other side of the door became calmer as if his creators were aware of the sensitivity of their conversation.

His carrier's voice was softer now but strained with worry. "You're seriously going to put ourselves in danger to satisfy his curiosity?"

His sire responded unusually firmly, "If we don't, he'll go looking alone. You know how stubborn he is. He's got our spark, after all. And we both know we don't want him to draw attention, especially considering the errors he still has!"

There was a long pause, and (Y/Cyb/N) could almost feel the weight of his carrier's reluctance.

"...Fine. But I'm coming with you," she finally muttered. "I won't let you do this alone."

"Good." (Y/Cyb/N)'s sire sighed with relief. "Whatever we do, we can NOT let him find out about the truth of our clan..."

(Y/Cyb/N) shifted nervously, stepping back from the door. They were heading to the Hall of Records tomorrow—somewhere they had never taken him before.

He felt excited—the thrill of seeing and learning something new. He could learn more about the history of the Iacon 5000 race! Or he could get to know places without having to be there so he knows what to do when he's there in person.

But he also felt curiosity and caution—what did his creators want to hide? Why did it sound like they would enter a restricted area to grab something while he wandered peacefully? Why did they want to hide their turmoil from him?

"Good night, sweetspark," (Y/Cyb/N) heard his sire kissing on his carrier's forehead. "I'll check to see if (Y/Cyb/N) is sleeping." He added, his pedesteps approaching the closed door. "I wouldn't want our worry youngling either staying up all night, thinking about what I just did, or he was eavesdropping on us."

Panic jolted through (Y/Cyb/N)'s veins momentarily. He shuffled back to his berth, pulling the soft metallic covers, shutting his optics quickly, and putting up a relaxed face just as the door slid open.

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*PSSSHH!!*

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He did his best to steady his spark. His sire's shadow fell over the room, and the soft hum of his servos filled the silence. He could feel his spark pulsing in rhythm with the gentle steps as his sire approached the berth.

"(Y/Cyb/N)? Are you asleep, sweetspark?"

(Y/Cyb/N) kept his optics shut, his frame completely still as he pretended to be in deep recharge. His spark was racing, but he kept his breathing steady, hoping his sire wouldn't sense the tension that coursed through his circuits.

There was a long pause. (Y/Cyb/N) could almost hear the gears in his sire's processor turning as he stood there, quietly observing him. The air felt thick with unspoken thoughts.

Finally, his sire let out a quiet sigh, the sound of relief or perhaps resignation. "(Y/Cyb/N), you're so much like us... more than you realize," he murmured softly, almost to himself. "One day, I hope you'll understand why we're so protective."

(Y/Cyb/N) felt a flicker of warmth in his spark, even as his mind raced with curiosity and questions. He heard the faint sound of his sire's pedesteps retreating, followed by the soft hiss of the door closing behind him. The room became silent again, and (Y/Cyb/N) slowly opened his optics, staring up at the ceiling.

So much had been said—and yet, so much was still hidden.

The following day, (Y/Cyb/N) woke up with excitement and trepidation. His creators had mentioned taking him to the Hall of Records, a place he had only heard about in passing. If there was anywhere that could provide answers, it was there. But what his creators planned to find... that was the real question.

During breakfast, the atmosphere felt a little tenser than usual. His carrier and sire exchanged subtle glances, their optics filled with something unspoken. (Y/Cyb/N) tried not to dwell on it, instead focusing on his energon cubes and mentally preparing for the day ahead.

"Ready for an adventure today, (Y/Cyb/N)?" his sire asked, trying to keep his tone light, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness.

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, his optics brightening. "I am! I've never been to the Hall of Records before. I've heard it's incredible."

His sire smiled, though there was a weight behind it. "It is. You'll learn a lot. But remember, some things in the past are better left alone."

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, though his spark buzzed with anticipation. The Hall of Records wasn't just about learning—it was about uncovering the truth, a truth that his creators had been hiding for far too long.

While preparing to leave, (Y/Cyb/N) couldn't shake the feeling that today would be a turning point. He was on the verge of discovering something that could change everything—about his creators, race, and perhaps even himself.

◥✥◤°∆ ------ ••• ----- ∆°◥✥◤

"Ah! Here we are, the Hall of Records!"

(Y/Cyb/N)'s eyes sparkled in awe, looking at the large, towering structure before him. "[𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏]... It's beautiful!" He exclaimed with a smile, his optics sparkling at the tall building before him.

The Hall of Records stood before (Y/Cyb/N), an imposing structure of sleek metallic surfaces and intricate engravings that hinted at the vast wealth of information. The grandeur of the building was matched by the high-tech security surrounding it—a large archway with holographic security protocols and a team of well-equipped guards stationed at the entrance.

His sire and carrier stood beside him, their expressions a mixture of nervousness and resolve. As they approached, the guards gave them a respectful nod and recognized them immediately. The familiar routine of scanning and access codes began, and the group was soon allowed inside the building.

Inside, the Hall of Records was a technological and architectural design marvel. Endless rows of data storage units lined the walls, each displaying information streams in glowing holographic displays. The room was bathed in a soft blue light, creating a calming atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the sense of urgency that (Y/Cyb/N) felt. There were other Cybertronians, too, reading and conversing with each other in the Iacon Library.

His sire led the way, guiding them through the maze of data terminals. "Alright, (Y/Cyb/N)," he said, trying to sound casual. "We're here to do some research, and it might take a while." He spoke, trying to hide his true intention of him and his sparkmate to go find the forbidden datapad within the place of knowledge.

Eventually, his sire and carrier stopped, turning to face (Y/Cyb/N). "Feel free to look around and explore sweetspark," (Y/Cyb/N)'s carrier smiled softly at her son. She adjusted the shawl around (Y/Cyb/N), ensuring it stayed on firmly to hide his insignia.

"Please be careful. Ensure your shawl remains on, and avoid the guards here. They're not as friendly as you think. Regardless of your situation—if you get yourself into one, do not use your powers at all. Also, please," she grabbed (Y/Cyb/N)'s shoulderplates. "Do not, under ANY circumstances, leave the library and sneak off anywhere. I understand you want to begin exploring and doing things independently..."

She had a look of guilt but with understanding. "But your sire and I are not exactly ready yet for you to go off alone. There's so much you still have to learn, and we both know how much you like to watch the Iacon 5000 race."

"[𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐃]" (Y/Cyb/N) spoke sheepishly while nodding nervously. "I-I understand, Carrier..."

"Good, good." His sire nodded firmly. "We love you but don't get any ideas on sneaking out, young mech. Sure, you can find the fine history about the Iacon 5000 race, but don't go and see it in person—"

"Psst!" (Y/Cyb/N)'s carrier hissed quietly. "I think he has the point now!" She gently elbowed her sparkmate. "We have to go now."

As (Y/Cyb/N)'s sire and carrier exchanged a glance, their worry masked beneath the practiced smiles they offered him, (Y/Cyb/N) couldn't help but feel the gravity of their words sink in. He gazed around the towering Hall of Records, its vastness intimidating yet fascinating at the same time. This place held knowledge beyond anything he could comprehend, and it was hard not to feel small standing in its midst.

His carrier adjusted the shawl, pulling it tightly around his shoulders to conceal his insignia. "(Y/Cyb/N), I know this seems exciting, but you must stay careful." She whispered, her optics soft with concern. "We'll be back soon. Don't draw attention to yourself, okay?"

With a quick nod from (Y/Cyb/N), his parents moved away, their figures soon disappearing into the labyrinth of data terminals and hidden records.

Now alone, (Y/Cyb/N) felt the weight of their words pressing against his chest. Stay in the library. Don't get caught by the guards. And don't use the Algorithms. But as his optics drifted across the shimmering data streams and grand architecture, the temptation to explore deeper into the Hall was hard to resist. After all, what secrets were they so keen on keeping from him?

He wandered slowly, observing the other Cybertronians absorbed in their work, their optics flickering with concentration as they accessed vast swathes of data. A quiet hum of activity and a peaceful rhythm intrigued and soothed him. Yet, beneath the tranquility, a restlessness grew in (Y/Cyb/N)'s spark.

He approached one of the data terminals, eyes darting across the countless files and archives. "The Iacon 5000 race," he thought, his curiosity getting better. His spark pulsed with excitement as he pulled up a file, scrolling through the legendary race's history. He could almost hear the roar of the crowd, the hum of engines as racers pushed themselves to their limits.

But his focus wavered. The whispers of his parents' secretive behavior echoed in his processor. Why had they come here today? What were they really after? The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.

With a furtive glance around, (Y/Cyb/N) edged closer to the forbidden sections of the Hall. He knew he shouldn't, but something inside urged him forward, a pull he couldn't explain. He started to follow in the direction where they went last.

Maybe, just maybe, he could catch a glimpse of the datapad they sought—

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*Clank!*

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"Ow—"

"[SURPRISED YELP]"

From (Y/Cyb/N)'s view, his optics flash momentary red, indicating he was smacked by something before returning to his standard (f/c). His shawl fell slightly after he bumped into the shelf of datapads. Groaning and getting up, he looked at the Cybertronian he bumped into.

The Cybertronian was a red and blue-themed mech with a blocky chest and legs. His blue helm had tiny fins sticking out, making him look like he had cat ears.

"Oh—" The mech spoke, startled from the accidental bumping. "My apologies—miss—"

"I'm actually a guy."

(Y/Cyb/N) cut him off calmly. The blue-optic bot seemed surprised. "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to bump into you," he replied to the odd Cybertronian.

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*Creak!*

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The trans-masculine mech winced a bit when his helm went lopsided. "Ouch. Damn defect. [GRUMBLE]" He muttered, grabbing ahold of his helm and picking up his shawl.

"Wait—" The red and blue bot was both amused and confused when he heard (Y/Cyb/N) say the emotion of how he felt despite feeling the emotion he felt. "Did you just—"

"[SHEEPISH CHUCKLE]" (Y/Cyb/N) chuckled sheepishly, narrating his action once more. "Apologies, it's a bug I am born with, forcing me to speak every action and emotion despite me doing it and feeling it."

The red-and-blue bot blinked, momentarily taken aback by (Y/Cyb/N)'s explanation. He tilted his helm slightly, processing what he'd just heard. "So... you narrate everything you do and feel?" His tone was a mix of curiosity and bemusement.

"[NOD OF CONFIRMATION]" (Y/Cyb/N) nodded as he gathered himself and adjusted his shawl back into place. "Yes, it's a defect I've had since I came online. Sometimes, it catches me off guard, too."

The larger bot smiled slightly, though he seemed unsure whether to laugh or feel sympathy. "Well, that's... unique. I've met a lot of bots in my day, but none quite like you."

(Y/Cyb/N) couldn't help but chuckle again, more genuinely this time. "[SMALL LAUGH] It's one of those things I've had to learn to live with. It sometimes makes conversations awkward, but what can you do?"

"Yeah, I can imagine." The mech straightened, his optics brightening. "Name's Orion Pax." He offered a servo for the trans-mech to shake. "And yours?"

(Y/Cyb/N) stared between the servo and his. "[𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄]" He reached out his servo and gently shook Orion Pax's own. "My name is (Y/Cyb/N). [𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄] I-I never been here before..."

"Never? At all?" Orion seemed to be surprised by his new friend's statement. "Well... I guess you can. I've been to this place before. A lot of times." He chuckled.

"[𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐃]" (Y/Cyb/N) nodded. "I see..." He spoke slowly. "What are you here for? [𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒] Are you searching for something?"

"Well—" he glanced around quickly, searching for something. "I am searching for ways to get the Matrix of Leadership." He spoke proudly. "I needed to know our origins of being born from Primus to find it."

"Origins? [𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓]" (Y/Cyb/N) inquired. "What's this... Matrix of Leadership?"

A surprised gasp left Orion Pax's dermas. "You never heard of it?" He was shocked to see someone—out of society—not knowing about the outside world.

"[𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄] Never. Not at all." The (f/c)-optic mech agreed with Orion's statement.

"Not even Sentimental Prime?!" He added. "He's the leader and protector of Cybertron! He's trying to find the Matrix of Leadership! He's a great guy!" Orion's excitement grows as (Y/Cyb/N) watches with interest, confusion, and exasperation. "How have you not heard of him!?"

(Y/Cyb/N) scratched the back of his helm, feeling a bit sheepish under Orion Pax's animated response. "[𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄] Well... I've been... out of touch," he admitted, his optics flickering with embarrassment. "I wasn't exactly raised in the most... open environment."

Orion blinked a few times, his enthusiasm dimming slightly as he processed the confession. "Oh... I see." His optics softened. "That explains it. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just—" He paused, looking apologetic.

"Well, the Matrix of Leadership is... important. It's this legendary artifact that's said to hold the wisdom of the Primes, and whoever possesses it has the right to lead Cybertron."

"[𝐀𝐖𝐄-𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏]" (Y/Cyb/N) couldn't help but feel intrigued. "That sounds... incredible." His optics widened as he imagined the weight of such responsibility, though he couldn't help the slight unease growing within him. "[𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆] I guess that's why you're here? To find it?"

Orion nodded, his earlier enthusiasm returning but tempered by the weight of his mission. "Exactly. I've been doing a lot of research to understand our origins and what it means to be worthy of such a title. I know I might not be the one to bear the Matrix, but I want to help find it."

(Y/Cyb/N) admired Orion's determination, though some of him still felt the pull of his parents' secretive task lingering in the back of his processor. "[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐃] That's really noble of you," he replied sincerely. "I'm just... trying to figure out my place here. I don't know much about Cybertron or its history."

Orion's expression softened, a gentle smile crossing his face. "Well, if you ever want to learn, I can show you around. There's so much here that's worth discovering, and who knows? Maybe you'll find something that sparks your own journey."

(Y/Cyb/N) smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort in Orion's words. "[𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄] Thanks, Orion. I might just take you up on that."

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*Creeakk...!*

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Just as the moment settled, a creak was heard behind (Y/Cyb/N). His optics darted behind, and he saw several boxes begin falling, like a domino effect. "[SURPRISED]." He quickly grabbed the screens, snatching every single one that continued falling.

Orion Pax quickly came in to help, snatching as many as possible. "Uh—(Y/Cyb/N), you might want to stop the ones up ahead!" He pointed out how several more stacks of cubes began falling, heading to knock over a bigger stack of datapads and information cubes.

"[GASP] [PANIC] Oh no." He rushed over trying to stop the quick domino effect before it hit the bigger pile. He had the urge to try and use the Quadirectional Algorithm, but he feared the consequences of going against his creators' wishes! However, the chances he'll get recognized (if he played it discreetly and carefully) or caught were low.

The domino effect of boxes and datapads threatened to escalate and (Y/Cyb/N)'s spark raced. He could hear the creaking sounds getting louder, the towering stacks teetering dangerously. His optics darted to Orion Pax, who was rushing alongside him to stop the chaos.

What do I do?!

The Quadirectional Algorithm pulsed within him, a power just waiting to be used—but the thought of disobeying his creators' warnings gnawed at him.

I can't risk exposing myself... but I can't let this fall apart!

In a split second, (Y/Cyb/N) found himself caught between the urge to act quickly and the fear of revealing too much. His optics darted between the cascading cubes and the larger stack that threatened to fall.

"[𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒]" He muttered to himself, weighing his options. If he used his Algorithm now, it might draw attention, but letting the entire stack fall could result in a worse situation—and more eyes on him.

He glanced briefly at Orion, who was doing his best to catch the falling datapads, but there were just too many. His optics narrowed as he made a quick decision.

"[𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓]" (Y/Cyb/N) muttered quietly to himself, finally deciding. Without hesitation, he activated the Quadirectional Algorithm, but only just enough to slow down the collapse.

A soft hum of energy surrounded his servo as his optics glowed faintly with the power of the Algorithm. With a swift motion, (Y/Cyb/N) stretched out his right servo.

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*PING!*

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An insignia of a white square with four orange arrows pointing outwards appeared in thin air. One of the datapads was snatched within the boundaries of the white square.

Soon, many of the same insignia began to multiply, each datapad or archives being snatched mid-air. The arrows helped stop the falling objects at the plane it sat in.

(Y/Cyb/n) held his breath as he held falling boxes in midair, stopping the domino effect just before it reached the larger stack.

"[𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅]" (Y/Cyb/N) muttered, feeling the tension in his frame ease slightly as the boxes stabilized. With a quick flick of a digit movement, he changed the Algorithm's insignias.

Four red-orange triangles appeared at the empty corners, sitting between the four orange arrows, pointing inwardly. The four triangles allowed him to rotate the position, whether it was the X, Y, Z plane, or 360° around.

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*Swoosh. Swoosh. Fwoosh.*

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(Y/Cyb/N) began swiping the air with his servos. The gentle sounds of air swipes was a mere whisper or low wind in the Hall of Records, nothing too suspicious or bothering as the trans-mech neatly stacked the archives and datapad.

They all shuffled through the air, sliding back into the slots almost perfectly. When they were back in their place, the insignia disappeared quickly, acting as if nothing ever initially touched them.

Once he was finished, (Y/Cyb/n) quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed his brief use of the Algorithm. Thankfully, most of the other Cybertronians in the Hall of Records were too absorbed in their tasks to pay attention.

Orion Pax, however, stared at (Y/Cyb/N) with wide optics. He had clearly seen the scene briefly, though he didn't seem entirely sure what had happened.

To him, all he saw was weird orange-colored holographic-like insignias floating in the air. He thought he was seeing things, but he was shocked to find some robot with that strange ability! Then, the rest was magic; he saw the way (Y/Cyb/n) worked smoothly with the ability.

"Wow... that was... impressive," he said, his voice of awe and confusion. "How did you manage to do that?"

(Y/Cyb/n)'s optics widened, now realizing Orion must have watched the entire scene play out before his optics.

"[𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇] Oh, uh... just quick reflexes!" He replied with a nervous chuckle, trying to downplay the moment. "Guess I've got a knack for catching things."

Orion raised an optic ridge but didn't press further, though he still seemed curious. "Well, good thing you were here. That could've been a disaster." He offered a grateful smile, bending down to help (Y/Cyb/N) gather the rest of the fallen datapads.

"[𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐃]" (Y/Cyb/N) nodded, thankful the situation hadn't escalated further. They finished gathering the pads, but he couldn't shake the lingering feeling of unease. If Orion—or anyone else—had truly seen what he'd done, things could get complicated fast.

"Let's, uh, put these back before anyone notices," Orion suggested, giving (Y/Cyb/N) a knowing grin. "I don't think the Hall of Records staff would appreciate us messing up their collection."

"[𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐃] Y-Yeah, good idea," (Y/Cyb/N) agreed, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. They carefully replaced the datapads on the shelves, and he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He had to be more careful from now on. One slip-up and everything could unravel.

Just as they finished tidying up, a pair of guards passed by, their optics scanning the area. "[𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄]" (Y/Cyb/N) tensed but kept his shawl pulled tightly around his frame, hiding his insignia as they walked by.

Orion noticed his tension and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you're doing fine. Just stick with me, and you'll be okay."

"[𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]" (Y/Cyb/N) offered a small smile in return, grateful for the new friendship he'd stumbled into. "Thanks, Orion. I think I'm going to need it."

He adjusted his shawl, ensuring his insignia remained hidden. It was like a security blanket to him. His optics glanced around, scanning the area for any sign of curious onlookers or more guards.

But before either of them could fully relax, a figure approached from one of the hallways. Their optics narrowed as they took in the sight of (Y/Cyb/N) and Orion standing amidst the stacks of saved datapads.

"What's going on here?" The figure asked sternly, their voice commanding.

(Y/Cyb/N) stiffened, instinctively tugging his shawl tighter. Orion, ever the calm presence, stepped forward. "Just a little... mishap. Nothing serious," he explained, smiling disarmingly. "We got it all under control, no harm done."

The figure's optics scanned them both, lingering on (Y/Cyb/N) for a moment longer before they finally nodded. "Alright, but be careful next time. This is the Hall of Records, not a training ground." With a final glance, the figure turned and walked away.

Once they were gone, (Y/Cyb/N) let out a deep sigh of relief. "[𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄] That was too close..." His helm tilted as he glanced at Orion. "Thanks for helping out."

Orion grinned, patting (Y/Cyb/N) on the shoulder. "Anytime. Just try not to knock over any more stacks, alright?"

"[𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐃] Got it," (Y/Cyb/N) replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that the crisis was over.

Something was reassuring about having a bot like Orion Pax around—someone who genuinely cared without asking too many questions.

They continued walking down the vast corridors of the Hall of Records. (Y/Cyb/N) couldn't help but glance around, taking in the monumental archives and ancient records that stretched far beyond his sight. He felt a sense of wonder mixed with the ever-present feeling of being an outsider in this world.

Orion caught the look on his face and smiled. "Pretty impressive, isn't it? All the history and knowledge of Cybertron, right here."

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, though his mind wandered back to the Matrix of Leadership Orion had mentioned earlier.

The weight of such responsibility seemed overwhelming, and though he admired Orion's determination, the thought of someone like himself being involved in such grand destinies felt almost too much to consider.

But the algorithms he possessed... they were a part of him, and deep down, he knew they might be connected to something larger. His creators had always warned him to keep his powers hidden, but for how long could he keep running from who he was?

"[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇]," (Y/Cyb/N) muttered under his breath, causing Orion to glance over.

"You alright?" Orion asked, his optics full of concern.

"[𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐃] Yeah, just... thinking," (Y/Cyb/N) replied, giving a half-hearted smile. "I guess... there's a lot more to this world than I ever imagined."

Orion chuckled softly. "You're right about that. But you've got time to figure it all out. We all do." His tone was encouraging, and it made (Y/Cyb/N) feel a little less overwhelmed.

They approached another section of the archives. There were still so many unanswered questions about his past, abilities, and place in this world.

But with allies like Orion Pax, maybe—just maybe—he could uncover the truth without losing himself in the process.

"[𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄] Yeah," (Y/Cyb/N) murmured to himself. "I'll figure it out."

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*Ping!*

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The trans-mech got a personal message pop-up to him. He looked behind him, hearing the quiet shuffling noise from the restricted area. He realized his creators were done with their 'research' they were doing.

"[𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇] I should go..." (Y/Cyb/N) muttered under his breath. He looked at Orion one last time before turning back. "It was great meeting you, though."

"Hey, wait—" Orion called out, stepping forward. "If you ever need help or want to talk, I'll be around."

"[𝐍𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍] Thanks. I might take you up on that, too." With a final glance, (Y/Cyb/N) quickly adjusted his shawl and hurried off, heading toward the forbidden sections. He could only hope his creators hadn't gotten into trouble yet.

"Sire? Carrier?"

(Y/Cyb/n) inquired with worry, seeing his sire clutching his left shoulder in pain. Energon was leaking out from what seemed to be a deep gash wound. "[CONCERNED] Why are you bleeding?"

"No time to explain. He's got a deep wound on his shoulder and right leg." His carrier quickly dismissed her son's inquiry. "We need to go. Help me carry (Y/S/N)." She promptly let her charge help (Y/S/N) and guided the two Cybertronians through the quiet sections of the library.

"Sire? Carrier? Did you get what you need?" (Y/Cyb/n) inquired, carefully dragging his sire. He was confused, intrigued, and worried about his creators' situation. But he also wanted to know why they were so focused on getting this "banned book" from the Hall of Records.

Orion Pax watched as (Y/Cyb/N) quickly left the Hall of Records, his own curiosity and concern piqued by the mysterious bot's sudden departure. The scene had been chaotic, but the intervention by (Y/Cyb/N) had managed to avert a potential disaster. Orion's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the guards and the stern figure who had approached them.

As (Y/Cyb/N) made his way through the restricted sections, he was filled with anxiety and urgency. His creators' situation seemed dire, and the secrecy surrounding their task only added to his concern. He could hear their hurried footsteps and strained voices echoing through the quiet library as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors.

Eventually, they reached a secluded, dimly lit area where the restricted texts were stored. The deep gash on his sire's shoulder was still bleeding, and (Y/Cyb/N) carefully helped him settle against a nearby wall. His carrier worked quickly, applying a makeshift bandage to staunch the bleeding.

"What happened?" (Y/Cyb/N) asked, his voice trembling with worry. "Why were you hurt? And why is this book so important?"

His sire grimaced, trying to steady his voice despite the pain. "We... We were attacked." He replied.

"By who?" His son inquired.

"By a couple of guards." He coughed weakly, wincing from the force (Y/C/N) used when fixing his wounds. "It contains sensitive information about the origins of the true power of the Algorithms... but also us."

"[IRRITATED] [CONFUSED]" (Y/Cyb/n) frowned, crossing his arms. "Why would you go and steal a book? You're going to get hurt if you tried—or punished!"

"They were trying to protect crucial information from the public." (Y/C/N) spoke sternly. "It's something you would get a better understanding of rather than us explaining it."

(Y/Cyb/N) could see the urgency in his sire's optics. His carrier glanced at the book with anxiety and relief. "We can't be here. The guards will come back." She muttered, helping (Y/S/N) stand to his pedes. "Let's go—"

She paused, her voice dropping quickly as she saw a security drone hovering past them. (Y/S/N)'s optics widened, covering his sparkmate's intake to prevent her from panicking. (Y/Cyb/n) leaned forward, curious to get a better look at the drone.

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*PING!*

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However, the drone was ensnared in the Quadirectinal Keeper's primary insignia, stopping it from moving in mid-air. His sire held out a right servo, which had the soft glow of the complete Algorithm. He winced due to his injury, but with a flick of his wrist, he swiped the air, controlling the drone.

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*ZIP!*

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The drone was flicked through the air, smacking against a wall before it clattered to the ground, sparking and fizzing before it shut down.

"Come on. We can't be in this restricted area for too long... That dammed book isn't here; it must've been removed or deleted." (Y/C/N) muttered. She helped (Y/S/N) move throughout the restricted section, (Y/Cyb/n) lagging slightly and having many questions racing in his thoughts.

"[IRRITATED INQUIRY] Carrier, Sire, what are you hiding from me? Why can't you just tell me?" The (f/c)-optic trans-mech demanded, careful not to trip over datapads and crates while walking. "We're family, aren't we? If you don't tell me, you know I'll find it myself."

(Y/Cyb/N)'s voice carried a tone of frustration, his optics flashing with a mix of confusion and determination. His creators, looking weary and wounded, exchanged glances, knowing they couldn't keep their secrets much longer.

(Y/S/N) let out a resigned sigh, his grip on his injured shoulder tightening while his carrier shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her son's intense gaze. "You're right... we are family," his sire finally said, his voice strained but firm. "And that's exactly why we haven't told you everything. It's to protect you."

"[ANGRY] Protect me?" (Y/Cyb/N) shot back, his frustration growing as he reflexively narrated his emotion. "From what? I've been hidden from danger countless times already. How is hiding me more this helping?"

His carrier stepped closer, placing a gentle servo on his shoulder. "You have no idea how dangerous the truth is, (Y/Cyb/N)." She spoke softly. "What we're hiding... it's not just some secret about the Algorithms. It's about you—about your culture and why you have the abilities you do. You were never supposed to find out like this."

(Y/Cyb/N) felt a pit forming in his spark as the weight of her words sank in. He backed away slightly, the enormity of the situation dawning on him. "[CONFUSED] Me? What do you mean, 'about me'?"

His sire struggled to stay upright, but his voice remained steady. "We've tried to keep you safe, keep your past buried... because if the wrong bots find out who you really are, what you have, they won't stop until they control you. They won't care about who you are—only about the power you hold."

"[SHOCKED AND SCARED]" (Y/Cyb/N)'s optics flickered as he processed this. "So all of this... the secrecy, the stealing of the book—it's all about me? About the Algorithms I have?"

His carrier nodded, her optics filled with sorrow. "Well... not entirely about you." She winced slightly. "It's... All of us have a story untold to the world. The higher-ups were determined to keep the history hidden or erased."

"[FLABBERGASTED] E-Erased?" (Y/Cyb/N) continued stepping back. "B-But... why?"

His sire sighed. "Our history before you were born is... complicated. Complicated with the higher-ups and some parts of society. Your carrier and I used to live in a clan away from this society in the wonder of exploration. However, they were wiped out."

"Wiped out?" (Y/Cyb/n) was getting more curious, confused, and scared.

"It's because we're meant to be—"

"HEY!"

An authoritative voice called out, making (Y/Cyb/n) snap his helm behind, wincing when two lights hit his faceplate. His carrier and sire looked horrified as if they were criminals getting caught on their long streak of committing crimes.

(Y/Cyb/n) found himself facing two towering Cybertronian mechs, holding flashlights at him. Both look the same, with pink visors and gray battle masks over their intakes. "You're not supposed to be here." One of them spoke his voice deep and baritone with authority.

He froze in place as the guards' bright lights blinded him momentarily. His carrier and sire shifted anxiously, their bodies tense with the fear of being caught. The looming presence of the two guards was palpable, and (Y/Cyb/N) could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

"[STERN STATEMENT] We're leaving," (Y/Cyb/N) said quickly, stepping in front of his injured sire and weary carrier, trying to shield them. He could hear his spark pounding in his chestplate, wanting to instinctively activate the Quadirectional Keeper, preparing to use it again if necessary.

"Not so fast," one of the guards barked, stepping closer. "You're in a restricted section. State your identification codes and your purpose here—now."

(Y/Cyb/N) hesitated, glancing back at his creators. His carrier shook her helm slightly, silently pleading with him not to reveal too much. His sire, wincing from his injury, tried to stand taller, his optics burning with defiance despite the pain.

"[CALM] I don't think we owe you an explanation," (Y/Cyb/N) muttered, his tone defiant. His servo twitched, ready to summon the Algorithm's power if things escalated. "We just stumble in here on accident—"

The second guard narrowed his optics behind the visor, his battle mask giving nothing away. "You bots don't belong here," he said coldly, "and judging by the state of your companions, you've been involved in something you're not supposed to. I suggest you cooperate before we drag all of you to the holding cells."

(Y/Cyb/N) felt the tension rise and his creators' fear became more tangible. He knew they couldn't fight their way out of this, not without risking everything they were trying to protect. His sire, struggling to stay conscious, spoke up despite his injury.

"Listen... We... we didn't come here to cause trouble," his sire said, his voice strained. "But there are things we know... things you and the Council won't understand. We've been keeping this knowledge hidden for a reason. Please, just let us go."

The first guard tilted his helm, clearly unimpressed. "That's not how this works. You think a sob story will get you out of this? Hand over whatever you've stolen, or things will get ugly."

The words hit (Y/Cyb/N) like a blow. They were cornered; there was no way out without risking a confrontation, and they might not survive. His thoughts raced—could he use the Algorithms to disable the guards? Could he teleport them all away? But before he could act, his carrier grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't," she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. "We can't afford to make more enemies, (Y/Cyb/N). Not here."

But the guards were growing impatient. "Last chance," the second one said, his servos tightening around his blaster. "Hand over whatever you have stolen and step aside, or we'll do this the hard way."

"[CONFUSED AND ANGRY]" (Y/Cyb/n) addressed his emotions, frowning."We don't have anything. We did not steal anything from you—"

The guard interrupted with a stern glare. "Important information or not, this area is restricted. Unauthorized access is punishable."

The other guard, a little more imposing, added, "And you've already caused quite a commotion. We can't just let this slide."

"We were just—" (Y/Cyb/N) began, but his sire cut him off.

"Just a misunderstanding," his sire said quickly, trying to buy time. "We were leaving, but we have important information to—"

"Enough talking! You're all under arrest!"

The first guard lunged forward.

Startled, (Y/Cyb/N) reeled his servos, ready to activate his Algorithms..

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*FWISH!*

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"Wha—"

He gasped, his carrier and sire yanking him back simultaneously.

(Y/S/N) held up his servo, the 4th Algorithm surging through him.

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*PING!*

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The Quadirectional Keeper snapped into action, stopping the guard mid-leap. "W-What the—!?" He stuttered, his right wrist caught by an emblem of a white square with four orange arrows pointing outwards. "H-Hey!" He protested, trying to free his wrist. "You're the—"

"Not today!"

With a twist of his digits, he changed the insignia and added four red-orange triangles pointing inwardly. He flicked his wrist quickly and hurled the guard across the room with precise force.

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*ZOOM!*

*THUD!*

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The guard crashed into a stack of crates, knocking them over in a clatter of metal.

The second guard reacted immediately, drawing a blaster at (Y/Cyb/N).

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*PING!*

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(Y/C/N) reflexes kicked in, and she summoned the Cynatcher Algorithm, the blue holographic emblem glowing on her palm.

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*Ping!*

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The blaster was grabbed in a white hexagon of three arrows, varying shades of blue. "Break!" (Y/Cyb/n)'s carrier flicked her servo upward.

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*SNAP!*

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The barrel of the blaster snapped upward, completely disabling the weapon from the strong bent.

(Y/Cyb/N) watched in awe as his carrier quickly disarmed the second guard, the Cynatcher Algorithm crackling with blue energy in her servo. The disabled blaster clattered to the floor, leaving the guard defenseless. He staggered backward, clearly taken aback by the sudden display of power.

"Move!" (Y/Cyb/N)'s carrier shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. His injured sire limped behind them, clutching his wounded shoulder but still managing to summon the strength to keep up.

"[FRUSTRATED] We can't keep running like this!" (Y/Cyb/N) muttered, his optics darting between the guards and the exit. "They'll call for reinforcements!"

"We don't have a choice," his sire said between pained breaths, "We need to get out of here before more guards show up. Even if it's not here, that book is too dangerous for them to have. If they catch us now..."

His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear. (Y/S/N) and (Y/C/N) couldn't let the knowledge about the Algorithms or their past life fall into the wrong servos—espeically involving the higher-ups and council!

They bolted through the maze of the restricted section. Alarms blared throughout the Hall of Records. Red lights flashed overhead, casting ominous shadows on the walls as security drones began to swarm the area. (Y/Cyb/N)'s spark pounded in his chassis, his processors racing to figure out a way to escape.

"Can you use the Cerulean Warp?" He asked, glancing at his carrier.

She shook her helm. "Not enough time to stabilize a portal! We're too close to the drones—they'll track the warp signature."

(Y/Cyb/N) cursed under his breath, his servos flexing as the power of the Algorithms surged through him. His mind was reeling from the revelations about his origins, about the dangerous truth his creators had been hiding from him all this time. But right now, survival was all that mattered.

They neared an exit. And two more guards appeared, blocking their path. "Halt! You're under arrest!" one of them shouted, drawing their blasters.

Irritated, (Y/Cyb/n) was ready to protect his creators, but they were still insistent despite their exhaustion. "Get out of the way!" (Y/S/N) growled, his optics flashing with red determination.

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*Crackle!*

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Without hesitation, he summoned the Octo Hex, his left servo glowing with destructive energy.

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*CRACK!*

*ZRRT—BOOM!*

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With a sharp flick of his wrist, he unleashed the algorithm's power, causing the guards' weapons to malfunction and explode in their hands.

"Go!" he shouted to (Y/Cyb/n) and (Y/C/N), signaling them toward the now-clear exit.

They didn't waste any time rushing through the doors as the guards stumbled and shouted in confusion behind them. When they left the door, (Y/Cyb/n) paused, looking back at the place. He eyed the door, and several guards headed to the front, determined to chase them down. An idea popped into his head; it was risky, but he had to try.

"(Y/Cyb/n)! What are you doing!? We have to go!" (Y/C/N) shouted, helping (Y/S/N) with walking due to his injuries.

Running at the door, he activated his fifth Algorithm, Saboteur Catalyst. His servos sparked pink, and a holographic emblem of a white gear with rotating pink squares hovered above the space's width. "[DETERMINED] Close!"

.

.

*BAM!*

*THUD!*

.

.

He slammed his palm against the door, which the door immediately slammed shut.

.

.

*Bang! Bang!*

.

.

"Hey! Let us out!"

"Open up, door!"

The two guards trapped behind the door exclaimed, banging on the door.

(Y/Cyb/N) let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding as the door sealed with a satisfying clunk, cutting off the guards' pursuit. He could hear their frustrated voices and the pounding on the door from the other side, but it wouldn't open—not with his Saboteur Catalyst keeping it under his control. The pink glow of the algorithm faded from his servos, and the emblem disappeared as he took a step back.

"[RELIEVED] That should buy us some time," he muttered, glancing at his creators. His sire was leaning heavily against his carrier, his wound taking its toll. Even his usual stubbornness couldn't hide the exhaustion in his frame.

"Good work," his carrier said, her optics softening for a moment, though her face still held the tense lines of someone who knew they were far from safe. "But we can't stop here. We need to find a way off this place before they break through."

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, though his thoughts were already racing ahead. He had barely scratched the surface of the Algorithms he could wield, and each use took a toll on his system. But there wasn't time to worry about that now. They had to get out fast.

They hurried down a narrow corridor, the sound of approaching drones echoing from behind. His carrier glanced at him, her optics flickering with concern. "Can you still use the Space Surfer? We need to put some distance between us and the drones."

(Y/Cyb/N) grimaced, feeling the strain in his circuits from using the Saboteur Catalyst, but he nodded. "[DETERMINED] I can manage." With a flick of his wrist, he activated the ninth Algorithm. A surge of limelight coalesced beneath his feet, forming a sleek platform that hovered just above the ground.

"[URGE] Get on!" he shouted to his creators, who quickly scrambled onto the hovering surface. (Y/Cyb/N) adjusted his stance, and with a quick burst of energy, the Space Surfer surged forward, carrying them through the winding corridors at incredible speed.

The blaring alarms gradually faded behind them as they zipped past security cameras and locked doors. They emerged from the restricted section into a massive, open atrium filled with towering archives and more guards rushing in from every direction.

"[FRUSTRATED] Scrap!" (Y/Cyb/N) growled under his breath, guiding the Space Surfer toward an upper level where they could lose themselves among the archives. But the moment they reached the platform, a squadron of drones appeared ahead, their weapons locked onto them.

"Not today," (Y/Cyb/N)'s carrier muttered steely, her servo crackling again with the Cynatcher Algorithm. With a swift motion, she tore a section of the metal railing free and hurled it toward the drones. The metal twisted in mid-air, striking several down in a shower of sparks.

"We need to keep moving!" his sire grimaced and urged, clutching his injured shoulder as they veered sharply to avoid the falling debris.

(Y/Cyb/N)'s optics scanned the atrium, searching for any possible escape route. His spark raced as he spotted an emergency exit high above. "[DETERMINED] There!" he shouted, angling the Space Surfer upward toward the distant hatch. It was their last chance.

But even as they neared the exit, the sounds of pursuit grew louder. More drones, more guards—they were closing in fast.

"[GRITTING DENTAS] Hang on!" (Y/Cyb/N) yelled, pushing the Space Surfer to its limits. The platform vibrated under the strain, its energy fluctuating dangerously. But they were so close now—just a few more meters...

And then they burst through the emergency hatch, the cool afternoon air of Cybertron hitting them like a wave. They had made it outside.

For now, at least, they were free.

But (Y/Cyb/N) knew this wasn't over. Not yet. He had a lot of questions. "[STERN] Carrier, Sire, when we get home," (Y/Cyb/n) turned to face his creators, following them quickly.

"You two have a lot of explaining to do."

The escape was intense, and (Y/Cyb/N) had indeed shown he was more than capable under pressure. The escape plan was executed with a combination of quick thinking and impressive use of his Algorithms, showcasing both his resourcefulness and the gravity of the situation.

They reached the safety of their home and the towering structure where his creators worked, and the gravity of their situation settled heavily on (Y/Cyb/N). His face was etched with concern, but his posture was resolute. The questions bubbling in his mind were only overshadowed by the immediate need to understand what had happened and what it meant for their future.

His carrier and sire exchanged glances, knowing full well that the revelations and the strain of the escape had left (Y/Cyb/N) in no mood for delays. They moved quickly through the tower's corridors, each step echoing the moment's urgency. The tower's interior was stark and utilitarian, designed more for function than comfort, reflecting their high-stakes world.

They arrived at their hidden room, one that had been a sanctuary in their previous lives but now seemed to hold the weight of countless unanswered questions. As they settled inside, (Y/Cyb/N) crossed his arms, his optics locking onto his creators.

"[STERN] Alright, start talking," (Y/Cyb/N) demanded. "What are these Codexes? What is this "banned book" you've been trying to steal?"

His carrier took a deep breath, her servo still crackling faintly with the remnants of her Cynatcher Algorithm. She glanced at (Y/S/N), who was still wincing from his injuries but nodded in support.

"First, let us explain the Codexes," his carrier began, her tone steady despite the gravity of their situation. "The Codexes are the First Generation of Cybertronians when they traveled to the surface. Before Codexes were... well, Codexes, they were once Cybertronians."

"[INQUIRY] The surface?" (Y/Cyb/n) inquired.

"It's an area that no one adventures there." (Y/S/N) chimed in. "Well... that's at least what the social norms say..." He exchanged a knowing glance at (Y/C/N).

"Continuing, upon reaching the surface. They have acquired a special power, making them the first users to hold the Algorithmic Command—otherwise known as the 12 Algorithms, which are sources of incredible power and knowledge." His carrier proceeded to continue speaking about history.

"The twelve Algorithms were meant to be shared to guide Cybertron's evolution... but the council did not allow it." She held herself back from telling the whole truth about the history of the Codexes.

"(Y/Cyb/N)," his sire added, his voice strained but firm. "Your existence is tied to these Algorithms. When you were born, you had a lot of... defects. So we thought downloading all the 12 Algorithms could cure you... but it led you to where you are today. Your defects—which you need to wear a lopsided helm to keep your shawl upright and have to narrate your actions and emotions reflexively despite displaying both elements."

(Y/Cyb/N) absorbed the information, his optics narrowing as he processed what his creators had just revealed. The weight of his origins, the Codexes, and the Algorithms bore down on him like never before.

"So, the council knew about the Algorithms," he muttered, piecing it together. "[DETERMINED] And they've kept them secret all this time? Why? What's so dangerous about them?"

His carrier sighed, her optics flickering with regret and resolve. "The council feared the power the Algorithms could give Cybertronians. They believed controlling that power would lead to chaos, rebellion—even war. So, they restricted access to the Codexes, labeling them as dangerous Cybertronians. The book we tried to take... it holds our history and the full potential of the Algorithms, including the ones you haven't been able to access."

"But why not tell me if you're a user of it too?" (Y/Cyb/n) inquired.

His sire winced again, leaning against the wall as he continued, "We wanted to protect you. But now that the council knows we're involved, they'll come after us—and you. We didn't just try and take the book for power. We did it to protect you and let you know the truth."

(Y/Cyb/N)'s optics flickered with disbelief and anger. "[ANGUISHED] So... is that why I'm not allowed to use my powers and have to always hide my insignia?"

His carrier stepped forward, placing a servo gently on his arm. "We never wanted you to be part of this. We tried to shield you from the truth for as long as we could... but now we dragged you into a fight we didn't want you to be in. You deserve to know everything. We're... sorry..."

There was a moment of tense silence between the family, with the carrier and sire waiting for their son's reaction while (Y/Cyb/n) was processing the information that was kept from him for a long time.

"...Carrier, Sire, I forgive you."

The trans-mech exhaled slowly. "Although I am still mad you've kept things from me, it's important we have learned from our mistakes and ensure it never happens again." (Y/Cyb/n) sighed softly.

His sire and carrier looked at each other with surprise, blinking as they processed their son's words. (Y/Cyb/n) walked up to them, hugging them. "I love you guys... but don't do something so dangerous if you're trying to protect me."

(Y/Cyb/N) held his creators tightly, the warmth of the embrace contrasting with the icy shock still rippling through his frame. His optics flickered between frustration and relief as he stood between the two beings who had shaped his life, now facing a reality that had been hidden from him for so long.

His carrier's grip on his arm tightened, her optics dim with guilt. "We were never meant to involve you in this... not like this." Her voice trembled, but there was a steely determination beneath her words. "But the council, they'll stop at nothing to destroy the Codexes' legacy. If they find out you carry the Algorithms—"

"They'll come for me," (Y/Cyb/N) finished the thought, stepping back slightly. "[RESOLUTE] But I'm not afraid of them. I've already survived in hiding, and now that I know the truth, I'm not going to hide anymore."

His sire, leaning heavily against the wall, let out a strained sigh. "You're brave, but this is bigger than you realize. The council has control over Cybertron. They won't just target you—they'll wipe out anyone connected to the Codexes. That's why we had to act. The banned book... it's more than just history. It contains the blueprint for unlocking the true potential of the 12 Algorithms. They don't want anyone to access that power."

"Then why try to keep it from me for so long?" (Y/Cyb/N)'s voice was sharper now, a blend of betrayal and sadness lacing his words. "I could've helped! I could've been ready!"

His carrier glanced down, her spark aching at the sight of her son's pain. "Because we didn't want you to become a weapon," she admitted quietly. "We were scared that if you knew, you'd be consumed by the same war that destroyed the Codexes. The same power that gave them their abilities also led to their downfall. We didn't want that for you."

The weight of her words settled over (Y/Cyb/N) like a heavy shroud. He glanced between them, his thoughts swirling. His life—his very existence—was tied to something ancient, something far beyond the mere Algorithms he wielded. And now, he was being pulled into a battle he hadn't chosen, but one that had chosen him from the moment he was born.

For a moment, the room was silent, the hum of the tower's mechanisms the only sound. Then (Y/Cyb/N) spoke, his voice low but filled with determination. "[RESOLVED] I understand why you did it. But from now on, no more secrets. We face this together. I won't let the council control my life or my future. Whatever they're hiding in that book... we'll find it, and we'll stop them."

His sire managed a small smile despite the tension. "We'll stand with you, son. Whatever comes next, we face it as a family."

His carrier gently pulled him back into the embrace, her voice soft. "We love you, (Y/Cyb/N). We always have. And we'll fight to protect you—just as you're ready to protect us."

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. But there was also a spark of hope. 

[thefandomthings]

Follower Milestone Event!

Hello everyone! I have finally reached 230 followers and have decided to do a prompt event! Thank you to all who are participating or interacting with the posts, its greatly appreciated!

How it works: Send a request with your character of choice and a prompt/prompts from the list bellow and ill write it!

Notice: These will not be long fics, just little drabbles. Once the prompt has been used it'll be crossed off. <3

Dividers: @/cafekitsune Masterlist Masterlist #2

꧁༺ 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯/𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 ༻꧂

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"Quite smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

"Tell me you love me."

"Can you read to me?"

"I need to go but- one more kiss."

"I like when you say my name like that."

"Your eyes are like doves, my darling."

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you."

"I love you." "Say it again." "I love you."

"You're really fucking cute when you are jealous."

"Shes not yours."

"I love your bedhead."

"You're mine."

"Why are you on the table?". "A better view of life..". "Where is the spider?". "....By the door...."

"Do you like my new dress/suit?"

"Whats on your mind? I want to listen."

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"I love you're lips." "Why don't you kiss them then?"

"You're utterly gorgeous, I can't stop looking at you."

"I can't live without you, darling."

"Between ice cream and you, you might be my favorite."

"You're so damn beautiful, baby. I cant believe your all fucking mine."

"You are my new pillow."

"You have a beautiful soul."

"You're enough. You are more than enough."

"I don't understand, but i believe you."

"Is that my shirt?"

"Look at you, so small and cute :3" "Shut the hell up."

"If i ever lost you, I'd fall apart."

"You own my heart."

"Dance with me."

"Can i play with your hair?"

"You ramble and its adorable."

"Give. Me. The. Remote."

"You're a woman, that alone makes you magic."

"You're the only one who calls me that. Its kinda cute."

"Its not a double date, we're just third and fourth wheeling."

"Don't you dare throw that snowba-Goddammit!"

"Should i stop talking?". "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You say she/he hung the moon, I say she/he hung the galaxy."

ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs

"Every time i see you, I feel more alone."

"I'm not going to kiss you, you broke my heart."

"Where were you when I needed you most?"

"I trusted you. With everything."

"I loved you, I really did."

"It doesn't matter what i want."

"Did you really think you'd get a second chance?"

"Cant i come with you?". "You know you can't."

"I know i shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I don't hate you..". "I know sweetheart."

"I didn't say I don't love you!". "Well you certainly didn't say it back."

"You see them they way I see you."

"That hurt you son of a bitch..."

"I have a right to be angry."

"I thought you were dead."

"You used me, just like everyone else."

"That was never my intention, Y/n.".

"Stop lying to my face."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Why are you being like this?"

"Don't shut me out."

"Why wont it just stop?"

"Just talk to me."

"I would give up everything for you, my love, but I shouldn't have to."

"You're late."

"I love the way you hate me."

"Sorry doesn't fix everything."

"You could have died!". "I didn't-". "Well you were pretty fucking close."

"You're not a bad guy."

"Isn't it enough yet?"

"I woke up, and you were gone."

"Those things you said yesterday....Did you mean them?"

"I'm not sure how many coffees it takes for me to be happy, but so far, its not twelve."

"Just admit I'm right."

"Just admit you're wrong."

"Don't yell at me."

"That wasn't what i asked."

"Please don't make me answer that..."

𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

"Make me."

"Can I sit in your lap?"

"Say the word and I'm yours."

"We have to make this quick."

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

"...Or we could just get naked?"

"You either shut up, or I make you."

"Don't give me that look."

"First one to make a noise losses."

"Close the door."

"Wait your turn, love."

"Behave."

"Ngl, that turned me on."

"Come here."

"Oh really?"

"I only want to please you."

"Again."

"You have 5 seconds to get upstairs."

"Is there a reason why you are naked in my bed?"

"Stop moving."

"You could be wearing a trash bag, and I'd still want you."

"Thought we could do a little more than just kissing."

"Look me in the eyes."

"Give me your hands."

"Sit down. Now."

"I think we should have another."

"Take it off."

"You are so perfect."

"More."

"Hold still."

"This is new."

"Lay back.''

"Eyes on me."

"You belong to me."

"Bite me.". "Don't tempt me sweetheart."

"Fuck." "Already did that."

"Watch your tone."

"Since it's you, Ill let it go...Just this once, understand?"

"You think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want?!"

"Yell at me again, and Ill give you a reason to scream."

[beomiracles]

SERENE'S 500 BASH

THIS EVENT IS NO LONGER OPEN FOR REQUESTS.

wow, recently this blog hit 500 followers which honestly was a milestone I never even considered reaching! I only started posting somewhat regularly back in late February and since then so many of you have tuned in to support my works and I'm forever grateful for every single one of you! 🙏💕

so...in order to celebrate I thought I'd host a little bash (bare with me since this is the first event I'm ever hosting...)

・everything related to this event will be tagged with, #serene's 500 bash ! and can be found on a separate masterlist linked here and on the main masterlist.

there are plenty of ways to participate in my celebration and the more that interact the happier you'd make me ! ↴

TO REVISIT AN OLD DREAM one request per person

・to revisit an old dream means that I will write a small part 2 or an extended scene (500-800 words) to one of my existing fics! this can also include different povs.

・for example you may request a bonus scene for Stranded or Thin Walls from Beomgyu's pov!

・you can find all existing dreams on my pinned post and here.

note that any ongoing series cannot receive a request for a bonus scene, that list includes, pretty princess, criminal conscience and watch my six.

SEND ME A PROMPT one request per person

・send me a prompt of any kind, can be nsfw! And I will write around 500 words based on said prompt.

・make sure to specify which member you'd like me to write for!

if you're looking for inspiration I suggest this list.

MOST TO LEAST LIKELY free range, send as many as you want!

・send me a small statement and I'll answer with who in txt I think would be most to least likely to do said statement. These can also be nsfw.

example -> "who in txt would be most likely to enjoy breath play?"

please heed my guidelines before sending a statement !

BUILD YOUR OWN DREAM one request per person

・this is perhaps the most interactive part of my celebration, and the most difficult one to explain ─ but stay with me okay?

・to build your own dream basically means that you are in charge of the plot to the fic I write. All you have to do is draw a basic picture of how you would like the dynamic between the mcs to look as well as the au/storysetting ─ from there I will write a scene from your "fic" ranging anywhere between 500-2k words.

if that sounded complicated then see my example!

"for my dream the mc and Soobin are sworn enemies of different kingdoms. They hate each other and just as they're about to draw their swords against one another, the cave around them collapses, leaving them enclosed in the darkness together"

from here I will continue to write a scene of your desired dream! make sure to read my guidelines beforehand and specify if the reader is gender neutral or female (I do not write for male reader). These dreams can be nsfw but keep in mind that I will write with a female reader in mind in that case.

・the more detailed your description is the better the scene I write will turn out so don't be afraid to go all out!

please note that all requests must be sent via my inbox where you specify that your request is for my 500 bash!

with that said I hope you guys will enjoy this little celebration and once again I'm so thankful to have you as my readers, much love from Serene 💕

[nightlyrequiem]

The Other Side of Paradise

8) To Bond

Cross posted from AO3

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9, Ch.10, Ch.11

You try to make the best of your life working at a small bakery in a city with rising cartel violence. One slower day, a man starts harassing your coworker. Despite the obvious threat, you stand up to him anyway. Unbeknownst to you, Valeria just so happened to be there to witness it.

A/N- All chapters containing smut will be labeled mature. The fic is fully written with the whole thing on AO3 but chapters on Tumblr will be posted one a day.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Dual POV, Happy Ending, Plot with Porn, Graphic Violence, Inappropriate Use of a Knife, Masturbation, WLW

'What are we?' That's the newest question burning through your mind. You have to stop yourself from blurting it out when she visits you occasionally at work. You have to stop yourself from texting the question whenever you pick up the phone. Lest you come off as needy and desperate. The budding romance between you two is still new and delicate and you'd hate to scare her off by springing a question like that on her. If you pretend to be chill and relaxed and let things progress naturally then everything will happen like it should.

That being said, you take extra care to make yourself look nice. More than usual. You go about your workday with a little more energy. Just the chance that Valeria will come in to visit you is enough to make you feel giddy. To give you a renewed sense of purpose. You wash dishes and pack up baked goods with a small smile. Whether or not anyone notices your slightly more upbeat energy, they don't comment on it. Although you almost wish someone would ask you about it. You'd love to gush about your feelings to another person. To talk endlessly about Valeria. It's all you can think about. She's all you can think about.

You wipe down the tables and keep an ear out for the sound of the door opening. At one point, it did, and you turned with a smile only to see some guy. Your disappointment was immeasurable, and you were glad he already knew what he wanted so he'd leave faster. The door opens again, and you look, trying not to be too excited in case it isn't who you're hoping for. It is, and you smile. Resisting the urge to drop the rag and bound over to her like a puppy. Instead, Valeria walks over to you and leans against the wall. Immediately you can tell she's had a rough week. There are slight dark circles under her eyes and just a general aura of exhaustion radiating off of her.

You set the rag down and turn to face her fully.

"I'm glad to see you." You say softly. Hoping to provide at least the smallest amount of comfort. Valeria runs a hand through her shiny black hair.

"Yeah." She replies. "It's nice to be here." You plant your palms on the table and hoist yourself up so you're sitting on it. You'll have to wipe it down again later, but you don't mind.

"Especially near closing." You reply.

"Mhm, it's always so quiet." She murmurs. Her hand reaches out for yours and she casually interlaces your fingers with hers. Your heart acts like it's the most exciting thing to have happened to you.

"I know, I used to come here after school to do homework." You reminisce. You did more eating and reading than actual work, but the details aren't important. You still passed after all.

"I'd seen you a few times, actually." Valeria says quietly. Turning her head to look at you. "My friends used to make fun of you for being by yourself.

You blink. Not entirely sure how to respond to that information.

"Oh. Well... did you ever... participate in that?" You ask awkwardly. Valeria stares at you silently for a few seconds before replying.

"No." You aren't sure how true that is but that was back in high school. She's clearly changed if she's willing to be here with you right now. You're holding hands. Why let that ruin a good thing? Forgive and forget, right?

"How has your day been?" You ask. Switching topics. You're starting to really like the casual small talk with her. It feels domestic.

"Long." She sighs.

You give her hand a slight squeeze.

"How about we go for a walk after I finish cleaning up?" You suggest.

"Doesn't your shift end at ten?" She asks. Furrowing her brows. You just shrug after getting off the table.

"It's only an hour, I'm sure Mateo won't be too mad." You remark. Grabbing the rag to re-wipe the table. Valeria watches you work. You can feel her gaze on the side of your face. It makes you feel a little self-conscious.

"A walk would be nice." She finally says. "We should go down to the creek." Valeria doesn't have to specify which creek. Everyone who grew up in Las Almas knows which creek. It's where children held mock wars and swam. It's where teenagers made it to fourth base and partied. Well, some teenagers anyway. You didn't know enough people to get invited to parties.

You finish up with closing duties and lock down the bakery. You and Valeria decide to walk towards the stretch of woods housing the creek instead of driving. The bakery isn't that far and the whole point of this outing is to walk. To your surprise, your hands stay connected while you two traverse the nearly empty streets. It helps reassure you that your feelings aren't just one sided, as if making out and heavy petting didn't make it clear enough. You make it to the woods and walk along the path in comfortable silence. You forgot about the bug population and have to keep slapping at your own limbs to fend off against hungry mosquitos.

You and Valeria arrive at the creek and sit down in the soft grass beneath a large oak tree. It's dark and a little cool out so you lean against Valeria for warmth. She wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you. You feel content. You feel happy.

"I used to come down to catch frogs and salamanders." You murmur. You weren't ever successful. Not even with a net.

"I used to play hide and seek; I had this big group of friends when I was ten." Valeria replies. She turns her head to look at you. "I was an excellent hider, always the last to be caught."

"But you were caught eventually, or did you have to come out once everyone gave up looking for you?" Valeria smiles. You catch the glint of her white teeth as she speaks.

"The kids I played with didn't know how to give up." She says. "I was always good at hiding but I couldn't stay hidden forever."

You smile, amused.

"I used to love playing hide and seek, I didn't have many people to play with though and that number dropped significantly once I reached high school."

"I would've played with you." Valeria murmurs. You rest you head on her shoulder.

"No, you wouldn't have." She scoffs but doesn't rebuke your comment. You both know you're right.

"If I were less afraid over what people would've thought of me then I would have." You pause. A little caught off guard by the admission. Valeria never struck you as the type of woman to care what others thought. She was always confident, an a little mean if you're being honest.

You stare off at the glittering water.

"You worried over what people thought of you?" You ask.

"I was a teenage girl, of course I cared." She replies quietly. "I always cared. I always worried I wasn't good enough, not pretty enough, not feminine enough." She admits. She sounds uncomfortable. Valeria straightens up a bit. Her tone hardening. "I'm more than enough now though." You're still surprised over her revelation. Hearing that the woman you've always been a little envious of was probably just as insecure as you had come as a shock.

She doesn't speak again, and you don't ask. You just enjoy her company while you two look out at a shared childhood hotspot. After a while she removes her arm from your shoulder and stands up.

"We should go." She says. You wouldn't mind staying for a little while longer but if she's not staying you don't want to. Being out in the dark woods on your own isn't ideal. You stand up and follow her back to the path. She doesn't hold your hand this time.

[thecameronchronicles]

Trophy

TW: cheating. Smut. Public sex. Language. 

Kook!Reader x JJ

SUMMARY: your forbidden relationship with JJ continues until an ultimatum is given…

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

but I was thinking yn is a kook and jj and his girlfriends bsf but jj and yn don't resist each other and so then at a party jj is dared to show my eyes only and its pictures of her body but not her face yn storms off but then texts jj to come fuck her by the pool and jj was talking ab during sex how he only wants her and how he hopes someone walks out and yns bf and his gf see

but all the pictures were hickies he left on her and one he has his thumb in her mouth with the rest covered other than her mouth

ANONYMOUS ASKED

JJ x Kook!reader where she cheats on her boyfriend w him and he steals her panties and hangs them on his motorcycle and everyone on the island wonders who those are from and reader bf is like you have a pair like those and she blushes like crazy  

*SAW THE POTENTIAL TO PUT THESE TOGETHER, HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Trophy

You loved Christmas until this year. The year your best friend began dating your longtime crush, JJ Maybank. Even if it had been against the social acceptance of a Kook and a pogue to be anything but rivals, it had become more accepted with John B and Sarah's relationship this past summer. But as you watched his arm drape around her to show pride of that silent ownership, his eyes quickly flashed to you. All because she may have the title you wished to, but you were the one who held his attention. 

"Truth or dare?" Topper asked with his hand on your leg as you watched JJ clench his jaw to the interaction. But with his own affections public to your friend, you chose to treat this as a game of chicken of sorts. 

"Truth." The crowd groaned at your response. 

"Fine then. Dare."

"I dare you to show me your last text." Topper teased as your cheeks flushed red. Your last text was a sexy tease that was not directed for your boyfriend. Instead, it had been to JJ. Your best friend's boyfriend and your boyfriend's former nemesis. 

"A text? I thought Kook parties were supposed to be fun." JJ spoke as a way of defending you both as you offered a look of approval as your friend sunk further into him. As your eyes fluttered away, he rose to his feet. 

"Goodie-two-shoes never make this game any fun anyway..." He whined. "How about me, Top?" He challenged. "If you ask pretty please, that is."

"Alright...show us YOUR phone, Maybank. That little folder every guy has to keep from a curious girlfriend."

"Easy." Your jaw clenched as he slipped his phone from his back pocket and broadcast the photos to view. Ones you recognized immediately as you had been the ones to send them. Familiar lingerie Topper apparently remained ignorant to connect to you, had made you flush bright red with embarrassment. 

"I'd never wear that!" Your best friend challenged as you couldn't fight your smile. 

"It was a girl before you-" He tried to write you off as if you were the past, although you were very much the present. So present that he wore the evidence of your latest interaction as scratches on his arm just as you had with the bruising on your clavicle. You'd both laughed it off as having been your natural accident prone personalities to hide the lack of monogamy. 

When your friend left out of anger, JJ continued on in talking of you. 

"Let me tell you, this girl was...whew-"

"Only a Kook girl could afford something like that..." Topper began to place the pieces together as you excused yourself rather abruptly, just hoping it wouldn't be enough to be suspicious. But this was only after he had spoken of you as if you were someone else. He described the way your body felt in his hands and as you were tightly wrapped around him at any willing location with your eager participation. Not a section of Figure Eight untouched by some secret rendezvous as the memory became too much to bear without needing to shift. Every word, every memory pooled between your thighs. 

And then THOSE pictures came to your gaze. The reason you had to leave before someone recognized the very same powder pink strap peeking from beneath your shirt now. A photograph of only your torso in shot, his thumb within your mouth, and the clear anatomy of his body spotted behind you. A thin line of sweat was present on his skin as he had been midway through those initial thrusts and to the rise of an orgasm only he could grant. But it was evident now. Just as it had been in a following snapshot of your skin adorned with hickies. The ones you spent nearly a whole bottle of your expensive concealer and half of your foundation to cover up since you'd begun this affair.

"Pool. Ten minutes." You texted as he pulled his phone back to view, eyes lifting to you in mischief as you and your way outside. 

Late December meant you were safe to convene here as no Kook would be inconvenienced enough to venture to find you. Not even Topper. But as JJ made his way outside, he only found you with your arms crossed at your chest. 

"And when I thought this was a booty call-"

"What were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to show anybody those! What if Topper recognized my bra or-" His sun-kissed features darkened. 

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. I thought I made it clear that I'm the only one that gets to touch you..." 

"What about her?"

"Doesn't matter-" You scoffed. 

"She seems to think so. Magnetized to your arm like that...like she owns you..."

"No different than his hands on you."

"I don't let them behind closed doors..." 

"I know." He confessed as you now looked to him in confusion. 

"Because if you were fucking him. Hell, if you just gave him a goddamn hand job he would be beaming. I know your work." You wanted to loathe his words as they seemed as forbidden as they were dirty. Yet, they were also a source of your forbidden need for him. 

"JJ-"

"In fact..." He pulled you just beside the doors of the rest exit, the French exit covered by only sheer curtains that barely concealed you from any given angle from within the party. Luckily, everyone seemed to be affected by the spiked Eggnog to notice either of your absences. 

"I was thinking you could give me my gift now..." Your eyes narrowed. 

"Your gift?"

"Christmas is less than a week away and I thought you'd be considerate enough to get your booty call something special." Before you could respond he shrugged. "I could always just unwrap you-" 

"Anyone could see us..."

"Never stopped you before..." He teased a kiss as you looked to the direction of the party. "if you're so worried about being seen...you could always just be quiet..." He chuckled. 

"Who am I kiddin', I know how much you love to scream my name...Maybe if I go slow?" The skirt of your dress was lifted just enough to reveal his favorite pair of your panties at his fingertips. 

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Please."

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I didn't have blue balls on my Christmas list." He joked as you blushed. 

"You DO have a girlfriend." You dropped your head at your own comment. 

"But what if I want you?" Your eyes widened to him before he turned you towards the wall. He lifted your skirt with one hand, grinding himself against you one single time, before turning your jaw to face him. 

"I want you and only you. So much that I can't wait. You'll just have to forgive me-" Suddenly you were taken against the wall, chest to chest, as your leg was escorted to his hip. Your panties were left at your ankles, as he lifted you around him. 

"Fuck-" He breathed deeply. The familiar way you savored him between your thighs having been both his ethereal rest and sordid inferno. 

"JJ..." You whimpered, craving more. A kiss. A trace. Even one of those infamous one liners. Anything that could make you feel closer to him. But all he would grant would be deep thrusts. You were taken down to his base, his cock set inside you completely. The pain of the stone wall at your back and the bite of the winter air did nothing to interrupt the heat building between you. 

"Faster-" 

"No. I had to watch him touch you all night. So you're gonna know what it did to me. You're gonna feel how badly I need you." You were set back down to your feet and turned back to the wall. A gentle guide of his fingers pulled you back to his hips as he began to push back into you. Only the sound of his name called by your friend slowed him. He never stilled, but altered his motions just enough to hear exactly the steps she made throughout the perimeter of Topper's house. 

"I want them to know. I don't give a shit anymore." 

"What!?" You curved to try and face him, but in doing so he would only kiss you.  

"I hope Topper hears you and Scarlett sees me." He proved this by the way he was shameless against you. The way he didn't care to hide his grunts behind the clenched teeth he usually bared in your interactions. Even the sound of skin-to-skin would be celebrated in place of being hidden.

"I need to feel you. Every day. You." He groaned. A hand at your breasts would keep you silent in any attempt to remind him of what was at stake. But the longer he touched you and remained between your trembling thighs, his point began to sway you. 

"Tell me this is just sex and I'll let you come like I do everytime. But it will be the last time. Because I can't see you with him."

"I can't see you with her." You validated as his fingers interlaced with yours. 

"Tell me why. Tell me." He begged into your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin he chilled in contrast to the cold. Where you should have shivered for the weather, you had done so for him. Just as you'd always done. 

"Because I've wanted this since I can remember. Because I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to..." He craned himself to your mouth as he captured it in place against his. Stillness remained before a thorough kiss would allow you to feel the shift of his breathing. Inhaled and exhaled of a closing orgasm rushing through his body and shared by your own. Fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white before you called out to him. 

"This is the last time you'll come without being mine." He explained before spinning you to face him. 

"I'll do it tonight. Meet me at the chateau in an hour."

"Not yet." His eyes narrowed. 

"You wanna fuck 'em one more time..." He clenched his jaw as you rejected the idea with a clear expression of distaste for his remake. A passionate kiss, having begun sweetly, redirected his focus to you. 

"I only want you, JJ. I swear. But I don't want to do this on Christmas. He's already been through so much with Sarah...I want to let him down easy..." He took hold of your jaw. 

"That's fine. You let him down easy and I'll do the same for her. But you'll get it hard. For making me wait." He smirked before kissing you farewell and moving to his motorcycle. 

The rage of his bike sent everyone to witness his departure as he looked in your direction one final time before leaving. The sight of a familiar pair of panties you'd suddenly realized you had been without, having hung off of his handlebar. 

"Those look like yours..." Topper spoke aloud as a joke before him and Scarlett both looked at you with disbelief to your blush. 

So much for waiting until after Christmas...

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[maximillien]

Dates with our three men.

Because I've seen @elychee 's tags a lot and honestly I'm thirsty too.

Here are my headcannons:

Cale Henituse:

- I'd really see him as an introverted date kinda guy

- like maybe cuddling and reading together (reading TOGETHER, like sharing a book, ugh imagine having a signal for him so he can turn the page, like tapping his arm, whilst you're both snuggled up in some big comfy throw)

- otherwise it would be at a festival or a comfy restaurant.

- he'd definitely have some type of magic on him to alter his appearance (and on you too if you've done stuff like him in public and are known for it)

- in either dates there'll be eating so snacks or food are a must

- he's rich asf so if you're at the festival or restaurant, he's paying (except if you have dirty money (*somehow steals a golden plate from alberu to pay for bae's meal*)

- a listener. Loves listening to you talk. He might look disinterested to others, but you can tell he is indeed listening.

- if you're out for a date and he sees you staring at something will offer to get it for u

- if you're at home you'll both fall asleep on each other, book long forgotten, as the kids surround you and whisper between themselves before snuggling in with you both.

Choi Han

- omg I love him

- come here boy

- anywho I definitely DEFINITELY hc a festival date.

- especially if it's similar to a Korean night market, for nostalgia, he's going.

- If there are plushies to win and you want one, you'd best bet you're getting them

- very good at physical games (cmon he's a swordsman)

- will win anything you want at the stands. People are staring and trying to hide their stands, whilst his clueless ass is walking around asking where you want to go next.

- has eyes only for you, my god. He's either getting nostalgic staring at the stands or he's staring at you (he's doing the latter like 90% of the time)

- hold his hand and he'll blush but he won't pull away, he'll just become tomato Han

- again, like a Cale a listener, except he'll perk up whenever you go quiet since you think he isn't listening, and ask for you to continue, or he'll squeeze your hand (and give you this excited puppy look. He has eyes only for you)

- very soft

- eating skewers together whilst walking around and enjoying the festival

- if there's fireworks after you bet your ass he's gonna try and find a nice place to see them from

- (very cheesy) kiss him whilst the fireworks go off

- you'll upgrade from tomato Han to tomato soup Han (since he'll have melted on the floor)

-overall an outdoor soft festival date

Alberu Crossman

- here he is

- ugh sexyman. Get over here. Get in my bed.

- honestly he's very busy so dates are few and far between

- but it'd probably be a calm picnic somewhere quiet, where people don't usually go

- you'd say that the both of you should cook together

- he's so up for it. He's waited his whole life to flaunt his cooking skil-

- an attempt at cooking was made. Some hc him to be good at cooking, but honestly I don't think he would totally get it.

- he's not as bad as Choi Han at cooking, but he's not on Cale's level.

- so yeah, you're mainly making the sandwhiches, but he is participating, wether it be trying to get stuff for you or making filling (per your instructions)

- (ugh imagine making cookies and he wipes some flour or batter on your nose and smiles so brightly whilst chuckling- no. I need to stop. I need to stop)

- putting all your stuff in a basket and setting off (please, him in a loose poet's shirt, you know THAT 'pathetic artist' shirt)

- I think you guys would talk about everything and anything (you're both bashing Cale bc of his chaos and the resulting workload.)

- it's a really relaxing and peaceful date

- if you'll allow him, he'll put his head on your lap (xtra bonus: you play with his hair and he guns appreciatively, completely relaxing into your lap) and he'll gently appreciate the wind and you.

- I think it'd be pretty quiet, but if you're talkative go for it, he'll actively participate in Convo or he'll silently listen to you.

- if you stop taking he'll open one eye and nudge your thigh with his hand to continue

- husband material.

- very domestic and soft

- let's hope Cale doesn't overthrow another kingdom whilst y'all are out

a/n: Ely, this is for u I saw your tags and honestly your mutual thirst for Alberu is completely relatable

[luvyeni]

could you do something with perv!00 liners of nct dream with their 8th member

- 🧚🏽‍♀️ anon

CAMERA READY; NCT DREAM 00' LINE

pairings. camboy!00liners x camgirl!reader

wc. 2k+

warnings. oral ( male & female receiving) , protected sex (haechan), unprotected sex (jaemin), titjob, dom!jenrenmin, switch!haechan, switch!reader, a little name calling.

after thinking about it too much , im gonna turn this into a series , i hope you don't mind anon. i hope you like it <3!

after finding out you filmed content with jaemin , you give your other friends a offer they can't refuse.

—

you were sitting around with the boys in your apartment , editing your newest conent , while they watched tv. "what are you editing?" renjun questioned. "my newest content for onlyfanz." you said , haechan perked up , trying to look over at your computer. "can i see?" you took your headphones off. "you're gonna pay me?" you questioned. "with my love yeah?" you flicked his head.

"love doesn't pay my rent , money does." you said. "i show you all my onlyfanz content." jeno turned to the boy. "yeah because play it on the tv against our will." haechan rolled his eyes. "there's a reason why i make half a million per video." it was renjuns turn to roll his eyes. "yet ＿ still pays for you." "that's because she makes like 3 times more than we all do combined , im fine being a sugar baby."

"let me see." jaemin said , you stood up , walking over to him , sitting on his lap. "how come he gets to see." jeno said. "because he's in it." you put the headphones on his head. "what!" haechan exclaimed. "i asked you film with me months ago , and you told me to fuck off." you all watch the boy pout. "pathetic , really."

"let's film something then haechan." you said , "really?" you watched his eyes light up. "yup , jeno you want to make some extra cash?" you asked. "a threesome with you and haechan?" he questioned. "i was thinking about after , but now that you're saying that , i'd definitely get paid more if i had a few guests." you quirked. "what are you planning in that pretty head of yours." jaemin finally took the headphones off.

"what if , i had all of you guys in it?" they all stared at you. "like one video." you hummed. "yeah , why not , i mean jaemin is sure to be wanted back , you and renjun would get paid , and haechan gets to have sex with me , because we all know that's what he really wants." you explained. "hey , don't paint me out to be a sex addict when you just asked us to be us to participate in a gangbang." you shrugged.

"just answer the question , my window is closing soon , and you lose money." they all thought about it. "let's do it , i need the followers." jeno said. "never thought that one day i'd participate in a orgy with haechan , but money is money." renjun spoke up. "i'd never miss a chance." jaemin said , haechan pouted. "haechan are you really gonna give this up?" jeno questioned. "you know i wouldn't , im doing it." you clapped , "perfect."

you guys discussed when you'd do it , clearing your schedules for the friday after your classes, discussed how much money you'd all get , and a few more things , before they all went on their ways home.

after having to hear haechan talk about it the entire week , the day finally arrived. you said your goodbyes to everyone after class , making your way home to get ready and set everything up. after eating your after class snack. you jumped into the shower, shaving and washing your hair ; putting on your robe to go do your make-up and hair.

after putting some lotion on , you put on the lingerie of their choice , slipping back into your robe , knowing they probably would be late , sitting on the couch , working on a essay waiting for them.

you heard a knock on the door , putting your computer on the table , getting up to answer it. "we bough- oh shit , you're already ready." jeno said , you let them into your apartment. "already ate , you guys can eat now if you want." you said , their stares don't go unnoticed. "no let's wait until after , so you can eat with us." renjun said. "you don't think that's gonna be awkward?" you said. "it's just work , we're still friends outside of what we do." you nodded.

"so are we doing this? now's the time to back out if you don't want to do it." you warned. "trust me , we wouldn't be here if we didn't , guide the way ma'am." jaemin said , you smiled. "what you gotta mistress kink?" haechan said , all of you rolled your eyes. "oh please , i've seen your content , i can spot a switch a mile away , let's go." you hear him mutter 'that was so hot' as you take them to the room where you shot everything at.

"nice sex room." renjun said , you laughed. "don't call it that." making sure all the cameras were working. "i mean that's what it is." they all watched the way your ass moved in the thin robe , growing hard when they noticed the robe was coming undone.

jaemin was the first to realize , smirking. "you minx , you're recording already." he walked over to you , wrapped his arm around your waist , you smiled , throwing your arms over his shoulders , playing with the nape of his hair. "smart and sexy." he pulled you into a kiss , his tongue exploring your mouth as he rubbed your hip , reaching up to untie the robe fully letting fall the floor, revealing the lingerie.

"oh fuck." you heard renjun say , they all slowly started getting undress while jaemin , pushed you onto the black sheets , you sat with your back on the headboard , he climbed on the bed , in between your legs. "got all pretty , just for us to ruin you." you bit your lip as he slid your panties down your legs.

"seems like i only got pretty for you jae , they're just standing over there." you pouted , putting on your most innocent face. they were genuinely still in shock how you jaemin easily slipped into it , they were certain that you both had hooked up before. "junie." you purred , calling him over , moaning as jaemin left kisses on the inside your thighs , making his way up. "come here." he walked over , still a little shocked.

looking up at him , you ran your hands up his thighs , stopping at his clothed cock, palming him. his moans made you smirk. "so cute junie." you moaned loudly as jaemin finally reached your heat , licking a stripe up your heat. "fuck." it felt good , but you still wanted to focus on renjun , pulling down his underwear , his cock springing out.

"you're so big , you want me to suck you off?" he nodded. "fuck yes , of course." you smiled up at him , keeping eye contact as you took him into your mouth , his moans were more like whines , it made you feel giddy inside , you've seen his content and you knew he was nothing sort of a sub. "oh fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good." you hummed , bobbing your head , jerking off what you couldn't fit.

jaemin on the other hand , started speeding up , kitty licking your clit. you moaned around renjun's cock , the vibrations making him groan. "oh fuck i'm gonna cum." he let out a whimper that surprised everyone. "ngh , shit!" he swore he saw stars when you took him all the way down your throat , letting him cum in your mouth , you opened your mouth , showing him , before swallowing it. "fuck you're insane." he breathed out , looking down at your messy face , lazy smile , moaning as your hand came up to jaemins hair.

"jae..jaemin , fuck." you grinded your hips against his face. "oh shit , shit jaemin im gonna cum." you whined, he smirked against your heat , the rest of the watched with low eyes as you came on their friends face , all desperately wanting it to be them. "still just as sweet baby." he pulled you into another kiss , whispering in your ear. "i'm gonna be the last to fuck you , remember that." he climbed off the bed.

you sat up on your knees , eyes trained on haechan. "come here." you beckoned him over , voice low , it turned him on , he immediately walked over to you. "lay down." you commanded , smirking when he actually obeyed , you reach over grabbing a condom. "why do you look so smug." he whispered , a low moan emitting from his mouth when you sat down in his lap. "because of easy you are." he reached behind you , undoing your bra. "i didn't say you could touch those." you grabbed his hands , holding them down against the bed. "why can't i?" he whined.

"cause you're a brat , who is desperate need of a lesson." you pulled his underwear down , pulling his cock out of his underwear , stroking it , opening the condom , putting it on his cock. "oh fuck." he moaned. "so fucking desperate aren't you , you were so big and bad over those text messages these past few days , but here you are now , wrapped around my finger." you hovered over his cock , lowering yourself on to him.

"shit ＿." you rocked your hips against him , your hands coming up to his hair , tugging on it , he moaned. "pain slut." you moaned. "yo..you're annoying , just ride my cock." he stuttered , you were clenching around him , he thought about this many times , but it was nothing compared to actually fucking you now. "oh..oh fuck , please faster , im gonna cum." he whined. "please let me cum." his begs turned you on. "begging now hyuckie , you wanna cum , beg some more." your grabbed his jaw. "beg." he lost all composure. "please , please let me cum." you were glad you got this on camera , knowing he was gonna try and deny it. "go a head and cum , hyuck." he whimpered , cumming inside the condom. "oh fuck." you kissed his lips. "good boy." you felt him twitch inside you. "get off me before i get hard again." he said , "i told , just a brat , who needs a lesson." you climbed off him.

you layed on your back , making sure to perk your boobs up enough , jeno made his way over to you. "do they look better in person?" you questioned. "hell yeah." he straddled your waist , pulling his cock out. "fuck , push your tits together." you obeyed , he stroked his cock , before sliding his cock in between you plush mounds. "fuck , so fucking soft." he thrusted , your boobs jiggling from the impact.

"look at those tits move , gonna let me cum on them?" he pinched your nipples , you moaned. "je..jeno , fuck." he smirked , moaning when lolled your tongue out , licking his tip every time he thrusted up. "oh fuck , you are nasty." he groaned. "shit im gonna cum." he thrusted faster. "fuck , im cumming , ngh! " his cum spurted on your tits , some getting in your mouth. "nasty , nasty girl , swallow it." your smile was alluring.

"you've done so much princess." jaemin climbed back into bed with you. "you only got to cum once , how about i fix that." he hovered above you , his cock tapping against your clit. "ye..yeah." you moaned as he pushed his cock into you. "oh fuck love , you're so tight." he rocked his hips into you. "jae..jaemin." you moaned , his hand came in between your bodies, rubbing your clit , you held his bicep , digging your fingernails into it , you were so overwhelmed from everything , you weren't gonna last long.

"jae , im not gonna last." you moaned. "it's okay , you can cum , you did so good , you can cum." he sped up , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , cumming around his cock. "oh fuck." he thrusted a few more times , before he pulled out of you , tugging at his cock , cumming on your stomach with a string of curse words. "good girl."

believe it or not , you guys easily slipped back into being friends again , they left to go sit in the livingroom , while you cleaned up. "i can't believe we just did that." haechan spoke up first , shoving his face full of food. "it was fucking hot." jeno said. "she still in there cleaning up?" you walked out , no longer in full glam and lingerie , but sweatpants and your hair tied back. "i'm done."

"what took you so long?" jaemin handed you a plate of food. "i was taking pictures , for twitter of course." you sat down on the couch. "such a working girl." haechan said. "such a sub." you teased. "yah , we don't talk about that." he said. "oh don't worry." jeno said.

"only everyone who views my content will see it."

©️LUVYENI

[shubblelive]

— MONDAY MORNING

summary : you'd always craved the idea of someone knowing and loving you completely. fortunately for you it seems like that person sits three rows ahead of you.

genre : fluff

warnings : reader's friends suck, also i self projected here shh you didn't see it

pairing : wilbur soot x reader, non-streamer, musician!wilbur uni au

pronouns : none (you yours)

featuring : uni student!musician!wilbur soot

word count : 1.5k

note : finished my first term of college so i thought i'd put something out. not super duper proud of this, but it's something. so here you go!! enjoy <3

you absolutely despised study groups. you weren’t a massive fan of studying, of course, but doing it in groups was the bane of your existence. if you were studying, you preferred to do it in the library. there were specific sections, marked with signs; a person talking in a big red circle with a line through it. headphones on, laptop open with your pathetic amount of coloured pens. 

however, every monday morning before your 11 am lecture you found yourself in the student commons, spiral notebook on your lap, trying desperately to take notes and your friend would not shut up. she was going on about some girl she’d met at the bar the night before and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“are you listening to me?” you weren’t, but she didn’t need to know that. you nodded, not looking up from your notes, and she apparently didn’t care enough to press, continuing on as if you weren’t even there. you had been friends with her since high school, and she’d introduced you to another two people you shared a class with. you weren’t particularly close with any of them, but they were the only people you knew. 

if you weren’t studying, you were working uptown at marcel’s, the swankiest bar that would hire a uni student. it was classes, then waiting on finance men who weren’t rich enough to afford the good stuff. after that was a two hour bus ride home, then taking care of your mum before more schoolwork, and then collapsing into bed at one in the morning, only to wake up for more classes. your day punctuated with your tedious friends. 

the timer on your phone went off, and you sighed. “i better go. have to talk to professor marks about the homework,”

they waved you off, barely even noticing your impending absence. you deflated a bit, but by the time you were out in the sun you felt a bit better. you’d been feeling somehow trapped and also invisible for the first twenty-odd years of your life. no one had ever seen you before, not like it didn’t in the movies. you’d been a comfortable level of lonely your entire life, and that didn’t change just because you now had a group of uni friends who shared the same ambitions as you. 

but being out in the quad, with the breeze flowing through the grass, made you optimistic. there was two boys at a wooden picnic table, textbooks spread between them as they exchanged soft smiles and jokes about what they were working on. there was a group of people relaxing on the grass. a girl with headphones gazing at the clouds. a campus full of people just waiting to be befriended, and yet there you were. three years in, and still with the same group of people you didn’t click with. 

you reached the building your next lecture was in, another twenty minutes until class started. the door was unlocked though, and you slipped inside quietly. professor marks was your favourite teacher, but she also wasn’t alone. 

your class had about fifty students in it, so you didn’t know him by name, but you had seen the guy she was talking to. he sat in the middle of the room, answered enough questions to get the 5% participation grade but not enough that he got taken note of. 

if someone had asked if you knew him, the best way to refer to him would be “the tall one.”

professor marks saw you and gave a chaste smile, turning back to your classmate to let him finish speaking. they talked for a few minutes, both nodding, before he stepped back politely to let you have your opening. however, before you got a chance to talk to her, her phone rang. “ugh,” she groaned, giving you a sympathetic look. “one second, so sorry.”

so you stayed there with what’s-his-name as your teacher stepped out of the room to take her phone call. you went to pull out your phone but got distracted by your classmate saying your name. you looked up at him, he gave you a sheepish smile. “sorry. that is your name, right? i didn’t get it wrong? that’d be embarrassing.”

you just nodded, hoping he would introduce himself. “i’m wilbur.” oh, how your prayers were answered for once. “i’ve seen you around. you’re in my geography class, aren’t you?”

god, you were embarrassing. you had noticed him in this class but not the other one. you nodded. “yeah, sorry. you’re wilbur. of course i know you. you’re in that band, right? they play in the quad sometimes?”

you were hoping it was the same wilbur. you remember thinking it was a weird name when you saw it on the poster. him and a few other names you didn’t recognise. surely there were not two people named wilbur in the one university, not with how old fashioned it was. 

the relief was palpable when he nodded. “yeah! you’ve seen us play?”

“you guys are really good,” you weren’t lying this time. “you played cyberbully mom club.” wilbur’s eyes lit up. “i love them. you did a really good job. what are you doing taking geography courses when you can sing like that?”

he laughed, bring a hand up to the front of his face, fluffing his hair nervously. “someone of great taste i see. what about you? i saw one of your paintings in the exhibition in the hall. why aren’t you getting an art degree?”

you flushed, looking down. none of your friends even knew you painted, and yet there was wilbur. 6’6” wilbur with his los campesinos jumper and his scuffed doc martens, quietly loving your favourite bands and your art. “guess this just seemed right?”

“i get that. i’m a big believer of fate,” you looked back up towards him, his warm brown eyes already looking at yours behind his round glasses. people had started filtering in, and your friends were gesturing at you impatiently to come sit up the back with them. “you should go, your friends want you.”

“i don’t want them.”

you were sitting down on the end of the row before you even realised what you’d said. wilbur just laughed, taking his usual seat, eyes shining. you sat through the next ninety minutes, looking at the back of wilbur’s head. 

“now, i’m going to let you guys pick groups for this project. three people, though. no groups of four. don’t even ask. i’ll give you the last fifteen minutes to work that out.” 

great. a group of three. you didn’t even need to turn to your friends before they were muttering sorries, and you were stuck looking around the room for other people in your same predicament. you didn’t have to look for long, making eye contact with wilbur almost immediately. he waved you down and you hesitantly made your way down to his row. 

“wanna work together?” his smile was so bright that you couldn’t even think of turning him down. he was charming, he liked the same things as you. but more than that, he saw you. he saw you better than your friends over the last three plus years did. 

“i’d like nothing more, will.” you replied, and wilbur grinned. “you sure, though? you probably have other friends in this class.”

“i do,” he admitted. “however, i want to get to know you better, and i was hoping this might give me an excuse to ask you out. or, if that’s not something you’re interested in, then you are also more than welcome to join me and a few of my friends in the courtyard after class, purely platonic.”

his words were quick, but you understood every syllable. you didn’t have time to meet after class, you had a rare hour off after your last class before you needed to grab the bus to marcel’s. “i would love to, but i have work every day this week, and next week. and every week, and the bus is hours long. i’m sorry.”

wilbur nodded. “if this is your way of letting me down gently, i totally understand that. uh, but-”

“no,” you said quickly. “it is. i work seven days a week, it’s not you,” he didn’t seem convinced, still convinced you were trying to be polite. he didn’t want you to lie to him if you truly weren’t interested. you’d had one conversation, but he felt giddy when you made eye contact with him. it was dumb, probably, but he really wanted to know you better. he didn’t want to press you. you could see that, so you tried again. “however, i think my schedule’s just become more open.” you glanced upwards at where your friends were sitting a few rows back. “i’m free monday morning?”

wilbur’s face lit up, still hesitant. “you sure? because if you’re not interested then it’s fine, really. i won’t give you a hard time about it. promise. you can still meet my friends, if you’d like. or if you want to we can pretend that the other person doesn’t exist.”

“no.” you said decidedly. “i’m free monday morning, and i would love if we could meet somewhere?”

he smiled at you. “i can’t wait.” you’d never looked forward to homework so much, and from the bright look on wilbur’s face, he hadn’t either.