#never mess with knockouts love

[hynzsn]

★ KISS MY WOUNDS ★

☆ choi san x male reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff

contents: playful!san, boxing, boxing match, locker room, kissing, kissing hands / arms, thigh grabbing, sitting on lap, pet names (baby), teasing

wc: 1.3k

summary: san asks his boyfriend to kiss his swollen knuckles after winning yet another boxing match.

a/n — this is literally like my first time writing a fic yall omfg!!! feedback is heavily appreciated, i’d really love opinions and thoughts on this. please spare me if this is complete trash >.< i’m still getting used to this and learning as i go along <33!!

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“8…9…10.”

and with the ring of the bell, the match that felt like it could’ve lasted a lifetime was finally declared over.

san was notorious for his opponents never passing anything but the second round, but today was different.

“and there we have it, ladies and gentlemen. referee kim hongjoong has called a stop to this contest at 3 minutes and 30 seconds into the third round, declaring the winner by knockout. choi san!”

despite his body physically feeling drained, san raised his arms to revel in that joyous feeling of being the winner, to have defeated the obstacle in his path to complete stardom—his opponent. in the crowd was y/n, wearing what seemed to be both a look of concern and frustration.

when san’s gaze fixed upon y/n, he recognized that look—the look he’d seen more times than he could count. for a second, san’s mind jumped to the countless times he’s had to reassure y/n, and it looked like today was going to be the same.

san wanted nothing more than to run over to y/n, exhausted body and all, but he knew right now wasn’t the time.

so, following protocol, san dropped his arms to his side and sauntered over to the ringside, where the medical staff could tend to his injuries and check for any signs of more serious damage. luckily, his opponent hadn’t caused any major damage; all he had were swollen knuckles and a slightly bruised left rib from where his opponent had gotten the better of him.

but that doesn’t take away from the fact that his opponent had more energy than the sun itself, an absolutely little firecracker that wouldn't go down. the crowd’s energy was still at its peak, but it was expected given the performance that san had just put on.

his eyes never left y/n’s, not even for a split second, even with the medical staff gently placing an ice pack on his slightly bruised ribs or with his coach practically drowning him in praise and awe. no, his eyes were on his beloved, the only person he cared about in this venue right now.

“locker room, meet me there in 10,” san mouthed, his eyes filled with nothing but love as he waited for y/n to respond.

y/n had responded with a simple nod, a smirk playing on the corner of san’s as he anticipated the moment of finally being with y/n. he’s been craving his boyfriend ever since y/n gave him his ritual good luck kiss earlier.

oh, y/n’s kisses felt like heaven for san; they felt like home. he could still taste the lingering scent of pineapple mint that radiated from y/n’s lip balm, a taste he had grown very fond of.

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once the medical staff had finished tending to his needs and had given him a thumbs up, san practically bolted to his locker room, and with the thought of y/n in his mind, it gave him an adrenaline rush like no other. there was also the fact that during the checkup, it gave him more than enough time to sit back and take a much-needed rest, giving him the respawn he needed for his time alone with y/n.

with the swing of his locker room door, san was only faced with nothing but an empty locker room. it was okay, though. given the number of people in the venue, he could only imagine the struggle to escape, from the wild fans to the mess on the floor from disposable cups and spilled food. he had expected for y/n to arrive a bit late.

he took the time to sit down on the locker room’s bench, purposefully choosing to position himself where his eyes could lock on the door, just waiting for y/n to arrive.

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the door to his locker room had finally swung open, and there was y/n walking in with that same concerned look. god, he looks so beautiful, san thought to himself.

“are you hurt?” y/n asked, rushing over to where san was seated, the shakiness in his voice showcasing just how concerned he was.

before san could even get an answer in, y/n had cut him off.

“what did the medical staff say? i want to know everything.” his eyes were boring into san, but all san could see was the amount of love y/n harbored for him, and the feeling was more than mutual.

“calm down, baby,” he said, his voice nothing but a soft and reassuring tone.

“i’m fine. just swollen knuckles, and my rib is bruised slightly, but nothing a little ice pack couldn’t take care of. there’s seriously nothing major.” san wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist, bringing him in even closer and sitting him down on his knee.

“really? are they sure? that fight looked... rough. y/n comfortably sat on san’s knee, his eyes still boring into san as he tried to search for any signs of discomfort or dishonesty plastered on his face, but was met with nothing.

“yes, baby, the medical staff team knows what they're doing. i wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if I wasn't okay.”

“but... my knuckles do hurt a bit. there is something I need—something that i desperately need, baby. and you're the only person who can give it to me.”

“what is it?” y/n had practically jumped out of san’s thigh, ready to get him whatever it is that he desperately needs.

a smirk played on the corner of san’s lips; this was exactly the moment he'd been waiting for.

“kisses.”

“kisses…?” y/n repeated, a small frown appearing on his face as if san had just asked for the impossible.

“yeah, kisses. kisses from my beautiful boyfriend. am I asking for too much?” san asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone.

a blush slightly creeped up on y/n’s face. “no, I just thought that you were going to ask for something, you know… serious.”

“but this is serious, baby!” san protested, his voice now a soft whine. his duality, from one minute being teasing and cocky to whiny and pouty, was seriously impressive, almost scarily impressive.

“look.” san held up his hands for y/n to see, showing his red-swollen knuckles. “don’t i deserve some tlc?" i just fought my ass off out there.”

y/n couldn't resist that soft, whiny voice—not now, not ever. it was as if a siren’s song had pulled him in.

the blush on y/n’s face deepened.

“okay, okay.”

y/n softly took san’s hands into his, bringing his hands up closer to his lips and tenderly planting kisses on the swollen knuckles. all the while, he kept eye contact with san.

san let out a soft sigh at the feeling of y/n’s lips on his skin. it felt like he was floating in the clouds with every kiss. y/n’s kisses were so soft and so loving. so… so… san couldn't even think; all he could do was just revel in the way y/n kissed his swollen knuckles.

“this is the best kind of pain relief anybody could ever ask for. kisses from my baby, ” he purred, closing his eyes and leaning back on the bench, the back of his head back against the lockers, as y/n kissed up his hands, going from the back of his hands to his wrists, even working his way slowly up his bare arm. the feint taste of sweat and musk lingering on y/n’s lips.

“you’re so cheesy,” y/n said, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips as he gave san’s arm one last kiss, directly on his bicep.

san opened his eyes and watched as y/n now made his way up from his bicep to just inches away from his lips. his mouth suddenly got dry, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips.

“yeah, I am. but you know you love me for it, baby,” he said confidently, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against y/n’s in an affectionate and soft kiss. 

y/n eagerly returned the kiss, moving his lips to match san’s rhythm, letting his body loosen up as he felt san’s calloused hands gripping onto his thighs and pulling him down onto his lap.

 “yeah, I do.”

[dragonridernoobie]

I’m kinda embarrassed cause I messed up last time so I may go anonymous for a lil bit but I had an idea! Okay transformers=shiny reader who likes shiny things=crow behavior

And what do crows love?! SHINYS! Now to ideas for this Crow!Reader who keeps just trying to collect the transformers(wether reader is like a crow harpy/actually has bird characteristics or is human/crybertronian is up to u😌) ORRRRRRR she keeps bringing them shiny things cause she likes them and is trying to court them but they don’t get it, and reader is super possessive of her shiny things

Characters: Optimus(TFP or Bayverse you can pick!) Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Megatron(I’ve read all of the fics for him and need more:,))

Don't be embarrassed. We all do stupid shit, but if you still want to go anonymous then go ahead. Remmber one of my rules here are no shame. Also, I like this. I will try my best, hope you like it!

TFP X Avian Reader

Background info: The reader is an escaped experiment from MECH. They tried to make a super human but failed, this is for the optimus one.

Also, reader is an avian. I think it fits better. Also, this is what a avian looks like.

Optimus

Optimus was minding his own business. He was following an energon single intel he came across a massive trap laid out by MECH.

Inside he found reader.

He was amazed since he never seen a human with feathers or wings.

He definitely noticed how they acted like a bird. Meaning reader ruffled up their feather's, and tried to make themselves bigger.

Like an owl.

How an owl dose it

He talks calmy to it and frees it.

Reader takes this chance to fly away.

Optimus was surprised, worried, and sad that reader flue away but he hopes to find them again

Weeks past and optimus starts to find strange objects right outside of the base

Broken beer peices, rings, cans, even an engergon crystal once.

When he stayed up late to catch the intruder, he finds reader.

She was the one bringing the stuff to the base.

Optimus takes this opportunity to try to help and earn trust from the reader.

It takes a Hella long time.

But reader comes when optimus calls them and will actally bring him things he lost.

Even ancient objects that reader can carry.

Wheeljack

When wheeljack was captured by the decepticons he was brought into Knockouts lab.

(Shockwave wasent in the story yet)

While he hanged there, he noticed movement from the corner of his optic.

When he looks over, he finds reader looking at him curious from her contaner.

Wheeljack was definitely surprised since he knows humans don't look like giant turkeys.

He tries to talk to it, but reader just dose clicks and chirps.

When wheeljack has the ability to knockout...knockout...ya

He takes this chance to grab the container reader is in and runs out of the decepticon warship.

Once back at his jackhammer, he opens the container and reader quickly flies off.

Wheeljack definitely will tell the autobots but pains no mind to reader.

She's free, no longer in danger, no longer his problem.

After a couple of weeks after the incident, wheeljack flies off earth to find more autobots.

That's when he hears wierd noises at the back of the jackhammer.

He goes back to investigate. Preparing since it could be a con.

But he finds reader, making nest out of his tools.

He is surprised but tries to talk to reader.

He is surprised when reader hands him a can.

He learns quickly that shiny is readers favorite thing.

Ratchet

Ratchet was going thru the internet at base, looking for any spotting of weird things.

Like ancient shit.

That's when he came across a article about a moth/bird person.

He knew humans made up alot of woerd story's to scare there kind.

He would have dismissed it, if it wasent for the fact in the picture, this moth/bird thing had a necklace.

An ancient cybertronian artifact.

He looks at all the spotting and narrow it down in a forest in south America.

He takes a portal there, since he thinks he can handle this alone.

After a few hours of searching, he finds the necklace...with a bunch of other shiny stuff in a giant ass nest

He was amazed since all the reasurch he has done on earth life never talked about birds or anytbing making nest this big.

When he reached for the reckless, something swoops down and latches on his face.

Ratchet curses and tries to swat the thing off.

It makes a painful chirp and crashes into the ground.

When he looks at it, he is amazed to find a human...half bird?

He was amazed but seeing it hurt, he curses and helps it

He takes it to base and helps it

Que a stressful few weeks

Reader was a pain in the aft.

But ratchrt somehow earned their trust...also alot of shiny nick-nacks on his keybord.

Megatron

Megatron met reader when he captured a human and gave it to Shockwave.

Ordering him to make a hybrid.

Weeks later, Shockwave presents reader. A half bird and human hybrid.

Megatron wasent happy that it was dangerous but dosent kill it.

Nah, it's his pet.

Soon, reader gets out of the warship and dose there own thing.

Soon returning with shiny stuff they find.

They made a nest up high in the throne room

Megatron was annoyed by that but it dosent interfere with his planes so leaves it alone.

Soon, he noticed shiny things in his berthroom.

Like rings, cans, broken beer bottles, chip bags, anything shiny.

He was confused and went to Soundwave to see the recording who dared went into his berthroom

He finds reader flying in there and setting them in there.

He was confused.

Intel once day, reader returned to the ship with an artifact they just lost to the autobots.

He was amazed and actally impressed for once.

He praised reader and ordered anyone who hurts reader will lose their spark.

Reader was now a higher rank then starscrsam XD

Hope you like it!!!!!!!!!

[infictionalwonderland]

okay- so jeremy gilbert x reader, where jeremy is a bit of a player, and has played y/n in the past, when they were in middle/high school, but he realizes that he messed up because he had true feelings for y/n but y/n has moved on and is happier without him, and maybe during his vampire hunter era ? thanks in advance !!

i gotchu girl x

There was a time you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew.

There was a time when a hint of pleading in his voice and a flash of a roguish grin would’ve gotten him anything he wanted from you. Sweet, charming you. The two of you used to be close—when you moved to mystic falls and joined their high school, he’d been the first person to befriend you (you thought he was just about the most lovely boy you’d ever met; he only approached you cause he thought you were a knockout)

Boys and girls alike continued to befriend you and attempt to woo you through the first weeks of your time at Mystic Falls High, and while you responded to the friendships (not the wooing, expect one girl whose smile almost made you collapse) very enthusiastically and amiably, no one could seemed to beat that Jeremy Gilbert, the sweet as sugar boy who made you actually enjoy coming to school.

But too much sugar causes cavities, in time.

Jeremy was apparently a known player although you’d always wave off that notion with a scoff, you’d never so much as seen him with a girl! What rubbish. Whenever you were around, he was always on your arm, making you smile and laugh as bright at the beaming sun in the sky. Making your heart stutter and flutter with each boyish grin and the raspy depth of his voice, and like a fool, you fell right into his awaiting arms.

Before Jeremy, you had kissed people just not necessarily with such passion or meaning—both of which he pulled from you with practised ease. He was your first everything (pretty much) and he assured you that you were also his firsts—fucking scumbag.

One by one he plucked away of those experiences and you were more than happy to let him to so, a glance at him was all it took and you were beyond gone. But you had thought you were both gone, his soft lips that you’d familiarised yourself immensely with were always pulled into that smile that you knew your own face mirrored, and in his shockingly muscular arms, rested upon his chest, you’d felt nothing but security and bliss.

Until you didn’t.

There was no explanation to his actions, one moment he was spending his time with you in your home—affectionately greeting your family and in that sweet sweet routine you both had which you adored with your whole heart.

And then. . well. He stopped messaging you. He never showed up (he’s probably just busy, Mom said—he did have a summer job, you had tried to reason). So you went to the grill, where his summer job was and there Jeremy, your Jeremy, was. Standing behind the bar, the uniform clinging to his muscled body with a shark like grin on his face, looking at the trio of girls in front of him like they were his prey. Long gone was that sweet smile that curved up on his lips beautifully, that expression so sugary, when you kissed his skin you practically taste the sweetness—the hidden message, drawn into the mass of sugar and honey and all things saccharine.

He glanced your way from a few seconds, evidently catching sight of you, and just have you a too short nod with that same predatory grin; no tells of fondness, of the memories that you were sure were embedded so deeply into your own skull (and heart) they would never fade.

There was a time were you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew that—he was so aware of the fact it haunted him almost every day.

Haunted him through the careless glances you gave him in the halls of your shared school or pathways of your town. Haunted him through the unabashed tune of your laughter, a sound which he used to be able to cause all the time. Haunted him through the deep and genuine grins you were wore, unaffected by him and his lack of presence in your life.

He had fucked up.

So so so bad.

But now his life was even more fucked up, original vampires killing you his family members every other week, his sister being one of those vampires—and—and now, he wanted to kill them all, kill his own sister because for some godforsaken reason the universe thought that he, Jeremy Gilbert, should be a vampire hunter.

What a joke.

And now. . all he wanted was for you to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him through all of this. To tell him you loved him, tell him everything would be okay, tell him you’d keep him safe, cherish him.

He craved those things so much his heart ached his chest—but it was his fault.

It’s not as though you’d chose to leave because you longer wanted to tell him those things, to hold him against your chest, to have him in your life. . he had left you, of his own accord, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you now, from behind the bar at the grill, messily and carelessly wiping down the surface; it was karaoke night and your friend was up on the stage singing some song he couldn’t recognise but you—you were smiling so brightly from your seat in your booth he was blinded and yet also unable to look away, you and your other friends were unabashedly singing along with her and laughing throughout, dancing faintly in your seat.

You looked so fucking happy, he felt his heart pound and break at the same time.

“You messed up, man.” Matt said bluntly as he noticed where his gaze had gone to.

Yes.

He very much fucking had..

[bots-and-cons]

Hi so idk if this is the right place to request but I wanted to ask if you could do the cons reacting to the little 15-16 year old reader (gn pls) just absolutely wiping the floor with someone like four times their size and then just asking to go get McDonald’s or take a nap ✨

(I’m guessing this is the ask box and now I feel stupid lol but I just copy and pasted it so again tysm I love your writing!)

A/N: Yes, the askbox is the right place when you want to request something. I just did a couple of cons together, it’s a holoform (like a human avatar thingy) thing because I felt it was better that way. Also thank youuuu! This went a bit off the rails tbh, but I couldn’t be bothered to start over at almost 400 words, so I just kept going until I finished whatever the hell this ended up being

•Knockout, Breakdown, Soundwave and you had gone out on the town

•It was very, very rare for Soundwave to ever leave the Nemesis, but he wanted to observe some humans and you whined too much about him never going anywhere with you, so he promised just this once

•Knockout is probably the most adjusted to being in his holoform and acting like a human, Breakdown is also pretty well-adjusted

•Soundwave on the other gives off a very odd vibe, and there’s this uncanny valley thing going on with him, where people just get the creeps

•People visibly moved out of the way when you walked around town with these three, though it was mostly because of Soundwave and Breakdown’s constant angry expression

•So you would think no one would mess with you, but some of the bullies you’d been dealing with at school happened to come across you while you were separated from the three cons

•You’re a pretty chill person and you’re quite small for your age, but you have limits of how much shit you’re willing to take

•These bullies had been hounding your friend for months and you’d stepped in a couple of times to stop them, but it had never escalated to anything physical before

•So now that they saw you and assumed you were alone, these two idiots decided they would teach you a lesson

•When the commotion started, the three cons immediately started looking around, because they didn’t see you anywhere

•Knockout went to check out what was happening over where the people were gathering, and saw you standing over two other teenagers that were now laying on the floor

•You wiped the blood away from your upper lip and told Knockout you wanted to get something to eat

•He was like “Alright then” and just gave one last glance to the kids you had apparently beaten up

•Breakdown and Soundwave joined you while you were going to eat and Breakdown asked why you had blood on your knuckles

•You didn’t say anything, so Knockout told Breakdown you’d gotten into a fight

•”Well did you win?” Breakdown asked

•You weren’t really sure how they would react to you beating up some idiots, but you really should’ve guessed they would’ve been just fine with it

•You were like “Of course I won” with a grin

•Breakdown just smiled very widely and said “That’s the spirit” before ruffling your hair

•You went to get food and even Soundwave gave you a thumbs up

•Breakdown has kind of secretly been teaching you how to throw a proper punch, so he’s very proud of you, they all are, but especially him

•Knockout is more sneaky when fighting, because he’s not as strong, so he fights kinda dirty

•Soundwave is more the type to blackmail someone to get them to stop doing something, but he would definitely win in a fight too

•The four of you actually ended up talking about how to win a fight and how each of them does it

•Soundwave was a bit more cryptic about it, because he doesn’t really talk, he just said “blackmail” and left it at that

•It got a good laugh out of you but go Knockout and Breakdown wondering what kind of blackmail material Soundwave might have of them

[captainsophiestark]

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Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: TVD/TO

Summary: Kol meets Davina and finally seems serious about someone, so his best friend convinces herself to finally let go of her secret crush. But when Kol gets jealous of her paying attention to another guy, what once seemed settled might not actually be finished.

Word Count: 3,092

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Title is lightly inspired by the Dua Lipa song, although the fic doesn't totally fit it.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I tried not to scowl as I watched Kol from the second level of the Mikaelson compound. He was down on the dancefloor, in the middle of the latest party he and his family had decided to throw. I knew Nik or Elijah had some ulterior motive for hosting, but I hadn't cared because this time, I'd had my own ulterior motive. I'd put on my absolute best outfit and made sure I looked like a knockout, all so I could finally tell Kol Mikaelson, my longtime friend and crush, how I really felt about him.

And now, before I could, he was standing at the edge of the dancefloor trying to make a move on Davina Claire.

I should've known. Kol and I had been friends for a long time, and despite pretty regular flirty moments between us, he'd never taken any steps to make us something more serious. Instead, he flirted with, hooked up with, and even dated whatever mortal he'd most recently fallen for while I stood by pretending not to get my heart broken.

This time, I was done with it. For good.

I set my jaw and squinted, refusing to let the tears fall as I turned from the balcony. I almost made it into a hallway off the Mikaelson compound where I could disappear from everything, but of course, I couldn't quite get that lucky.

"He's a bloody idiot, you know."

Rebekah Mikaelson, my best friend in the world, stood before me with her hands on her hips, blocking my exit.

"Rebekah-"

"I'd love to have you for a sister-in-law, but you deserve better than one of my idiot brothers. As a boyfriend and as a friend."

"Bex, I don't want to hear it right now."

The sympathy on her face almost killed me, but she stepped aside. I thought that would be it, but then she called out to me just before I could turn the corner and escape this whole mess.

"Mourn all you like tonight, but tomorrow we're going out! There are plenty of men in this city to help you forget all about Kol!"

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Rebekah gave me exactly one day before she started hounding me about going out on the town to forget her "idiot brother". And honestly, I might've ignored her, except for the fact that Kol spent the entire day after the ball with Davina.

I'd always known he was a flirt, but this time, he actually seemed to mean it. So I gave him more space than usual, for my sake as much as his, and spent more time wih Rebekah. We baked and went on walks, and after a while, I stopped shooting her down when she tried to drag me to bars. Kol kept hanging out with Davina, but slowly, seeing them together was starting to hurt a little less. I always thought if he found a girl to get serious about, it would be me. And a tiny little part of my heart still tore to shreds when I saw how wrong I'd been. But unlike those first few days, the heartbreak wasn't eating me alive anymore.

Which is how I ended up out at a bar with the entire Mikaelson family, dancing my heart out on the dancefloor without a second thought for whether Kol would join me.

We'd first started a montly tradition of the firve of us going out and just having fun a few years ago, and despite various dramas and the siblings scattering to the winds, we'd more or less managed to keep it up. We always picked a place a few hours from where any of us were living and planned to stay the night, so we could well and truly forget everything but having a good time together. Normally, I spent the night orbiting Kol, to the point that Nik usually had a field day giving me shit about it. Tonight had been a little different.

I'd joined Nik in dragging Elijah out of the house, gone with Rebekah to order all of us some truly strange, fun cocktails, and danced the night away on the dancefloor with all of them, without my mind or gaze constantly circling back to Kol. He didn't seem to even notice the shift, and I was surprised to find that it didn't really bother me. Kol was a good friend, after all, and with a little more time to process, maybe we'd even be better off.

"Hey!" Rebekah shouted into my ear, still barley making herself heard over the music around us. We'd been here for hours, but none of us showed any signs of slowing down just yet. "That guy at the bar has been staring at you all night!"

I turned to follow her gaze and found a handsome guy looking back. He smiled, a little sheepish, and I returned the gesture before whipping around to Rebekah.

"Why are you so fixated on setting me up with somebody?"

"Because it's fun! And I haven't got to do it once in all the time I've known you because you've been so hung up on Kol. So come on, let me have my fun!"

I made a face. I wasn't sure I wanted to take a chance on the random person Rebekah had found, regardless of me finally being over Kol. She huffed, then leaned in to speak in my ear again.

"Just trust me! I compelled him and asked him some questions, and he seems like someone you'd get along quite well with!"

I closed my eyes. "You compelled him, Rebekah? Seriously?"

"Well how else was I supposed to make sure he wasn't some sleezy werewolf or something? Go on, just talk to him!"

"Fine! Fine, but it's still our Mikaelson Family Fun Day, so I'm just going to talk."

"That's fine with me! Although I promise not to judge you if you don't come back to the room tonight-"

I picked up the nearest thing I could find (a stack of napkins) and hucked it at her, which she easily dodged. I did my best to ignore her laughing behind me as I headed for the bar.

The guy smiled as I approached him, and I smiled back. I headed for an open spot standing next to him at the bar, and he started speaking as soon as I came within hearing range.

"Hey! I've been hoping you'd come over and say hi all night."

I smiled. "Why didn't you come over and say hi yourself?"

"Didn't want to interrupt you and your friends if you didn't want to be bothered," he said with a shrug. "Although, that girl Rebekah tried awfully hard to get me to come over once or twice."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Rebekah loves nothing more than meddling, especially in my life." I paused. "I'm glad she convinced me to come over and talk to you though."

"So am I! I-"

He broke off at the same time as I felt someone slide up to the bar behind me, chest almost pressed into my back. I started to turn around to tell whoever it was to back off, but a familiar voice spoke up before I could.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother, mate?" said Kol, his tone laced with the slightest undercurrent of a threat. Apparently, he'd decided to make sure he got what he wanted, because a moment later the guy whose name I hadn't even been able to get yet turned on his heel and walked away.

I rounded on Kol with a furious scowl, but he just grinned back at me, still very close and in my personal space. Normally, the proximity would've left me with butterflies, but right now all I felt was anger growing in the pit of my stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, an edge to my voice that I'd really never directed at Kol before. His eyebrows shot up, but otherwise, he didn't seem bothered.

"I was getting rid of that creep who was bothering you. Come on, darling, I thought you'd be thanking me-"

"Thanking you? Kol, he clearly wasn't bothering me! I came up to him, for God's sake!"

"Well I'm sorry, it just looked like you might want me to step in-"

"How? How did it look like that, Kol?"

My voice was getting louder now, enough that a few people were starting to take notice, but I didn't care. I was furious at my so-called friend and he was going to hear about it.

Kol cleared his throat. "Love, maybe we should take this somewhere else-"

"Knock it off with the pet names! Kol seriously, what the fu-"

In a split second, the bar disappeared around me. Instead, I found myself thrown over Kol's shoulder as he vampire-sped out of the bar. When we finally stopped, it was just inside the front door of the house we'd all rented, with Kol's back to me as he closed the front door.

I took my opening and hurled the nearest pillow at his head. It hit its target dead on, and I got halfway through picking up another one when Kol used his vamp speed to close the distance between us and grab my wrist.

"Hey! Knock it off, alright? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Are you kidding me Kol?" I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or all three, but I focused on the screaming part as I faced a bewildered Kol. "You absolute hypocrite, how dare you pull me out of that bar, and how dare youstep into my conversation like that!"

"What? Is this seriously all about me scaring off that one guy? You hardley knew him!"

"Obviously it's not completely about him, although that move still sucked, Kol! It's about you thinking you have some right to barge into my life and scare off a guy who might be interested in me! Because that's what it was, right? There's no way you thought I wanted him gone, so you did all this because you wanted him gone, right?"

"...I- I guess I didn't really like seeing him with you, but-"

"But nothing! Kol, we've had just a kind of flirty friendship forever. And whenever it seemed like we might be heading into something else, you were always the one to bail out. And last month, when you found Davina and got serious about someone else, it ripped my heart out. But I forced myself to take some time and get over it! Because that's your choice, and I care about you regardless of if you want to date me. But Kol, you have been clearly, specifically going after Davina lately. Which means you have absolutely no right to come tell some guy at the bar to back off when he's flirting with me."

"Darling, come on-"

I held up a hand to cut Kol off. The storm of emotions had finally started calming, hardening into something more manageable. I'd let myself struggle in this relationship without ever having an up front conversation for far too long. We were going to set some boundaries and have it all out, whether or not Kol wanted to. I was done with the rollercoaster ride.

"Kol, I know you call a lot of people 'darling', but if you want to stay friends with me then I'm going to need you to stop calling me that."

Kol just stared at me for a few moments, blinking and apparently processing everything I'd just said. His eyebrows knit together and he looked seriously distressed, but I refused to back down. After a moment, he took a half step towards me, his hand reaching out slightly towards my own.

"...And what if I don't think I want to be friends anymore, darling?"

I scoffed, another overwhelming wave of anger rising up and over me. I shook my head and turned around, walking a few steps away and hoping the space would help me cool down.

"You better not be flirting with me right now, Mikaelson, after everything I just said and everything you've been up to with Davina lately."

"Davina and I aren't together, love. We went on a few dates after Nik's little party, but we've hardly seen each other since then, and I don't intend to keep anything going. You might have noticed, but you started avoiding me after the ball and I had no idea why."

I turned to face Kol at last, scanning his face for any hint of something that might help me make up my mind on how to feel about all this. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, and I scowled.

"I wish you'd said something earlier about this little crush of yours, honestly. I didn't think I had a shot in hell with you. It would've saved us both some time."

I shook my head, slowly at first and then much much faster. Before I completely realized what I was doing, I crossed the room and smacked Kol in the chest. He was one of the oldest vamipres to ever live, so it didn't have much of an impact on him, but it definitely made me feel better.

"Kol Mikaelson, you jackass! You do not get to use this as an excuse to confess feelings for me!"

He laughed, holding up his hands and clearly fighting a beaming smile. I slowly tapered off my assault, instead opting for crossing my arms and absolutely fuming at him.

"Seriously, Kol, this isn't funny. I show interest in someone else for the first time in our friendship, and all of a sudden you're dropping everything to come and confess feelings for me? You get why I don't feel like that's completely sincere, right?"

Kol sighed, the smile finally falling off his face. He moved to close the distance between us again, and this time, I let him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not joking because it's a joke to me, I promise. I've had feelings for you as long as I've known you, darling, but I didn't think I had a chance with you. And you've been important to everyone in our family for just about as long as we've known you. If I made things complicated, or made you want to stop spending time with all of us, my siblings would've literally killed me."

I snorted, looking down so Kol wouldn't see me fighting a smile off my face. No matter what, Kol always seemed able to make me smile when I least wanted to. Normally, it was one of my favorite things about him.

"What can I do, hm? What can I do to prove I mean what I'm saying?"

I sighed, crossing my arms and at last looking up at Kol. With wide eyes and no hint of the sardonic smile I knew so well, he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him before.

"...If you're really sure about this, Kol, that you really mean this...?"

"I do. Darling, I swear I do. I promise you, I won't waste the chance if you give me one."

"Okay, then prove it. I've never seen you go more than a week without flirting with some human, witch, vampire, werewolf, or whatever other sentient beings we come across. Make it a month, and maybe I'll believe what you said about being serious about this."

"...And will we be dating for that month?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "No. I want to, Kol, and I want that to be where this goes, but... I need to see that this is real first. I want to believe it is, so badly, but after centuries of meaningless flirting and dancing around each other without a conversation, of seeing you have flings every chance you get and watching each one of those burn out... I can't just take it on faith."

Kol sighed, glancing down at the ground before meeting my eyes again. He didn't say anything, just closed the little remaining distance between us as he brought his arms up to circle my waist. He pulled me to him, leaning down with a glance at my lips, and I didn't stop him as he pulled me into a kiss.

Fireworks exploded in my chest. My knees went a little week as I leaned further into Kol, resting my hands on his shoulders. After a few long moments, just as my common sense started returning to tell me what a mistake this was, Kol pulled back with a grin.

"Sorry, darling. But I couldn't wait a month to do that."

I snorted and shook my head, stepping carefully out of Kol's grip. He watched my every move with a smile, and my heart did a backflip when he licked his lips. I told my heart to calm the hell down.

"I... certainly didn't mind the potential preview," I admitted.

Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me.

"This is going be the longest month of my life... but if that's what it'll take, I'll make it through. I know it'll be worth it, especially now."

I rolled my eyes, but this time, I couldn't quite keep a smile off my face. Finally, my heart started returning to a normal pace, and I managed to meet Kol's eyes again without having a cardiac event.

"Alrlight, so... what do we do now? I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to go back to the bar."

"Is that a joke, darling?" He raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. His mouth dropped open like he couldn't believe I was serious. "I may not get to do the activity I most want to do right now for another month, but I did just get my best friend back after extensive radio silence. We have so many episodes of our favorite shows to catch up on!"

"...You didn't watch them without me?"

"Of course not! Did you watch them without me?"

"Of course not!"

"Well then, there you have it! That's our evening. You make the popcorn, I'll turn on the tv."

I laughed as Kol turned on his heel, getting immediately to work. I still wanted to wait the month I'd made him promise; I still wasn't confident his romantic affections wouldn't wander. But despite all that, a massive weight lifted off my chest as I headed into the kitchen for snacks. I had my best friend back, and finally, after a ridiculous amount of waiting and dancing around each other and poor communication, we were actually getting a shot at our happy ending.

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[paxarsenal]

Organic Music, Organic Love

As requested by @mx-jester, I shall write another Wavewave fanfic! This time, Soundwave gets a bit tired from working...

~~~

Another solar-cycle passed into another mega-cycle. After Shockwave’s initial return, the work within the Nemesis grew tenth fold. Project Predicon as dubbed by Shockwave resumed continuation. The scientist’s underground project not only sucked numerous supplies and resources from the flying ship, but management became desperate and demanding. Not to mention draining every contributing bot’s Energon tank into oblivion. Recharged wasn’t a choice either.  No Transformer could escape this, not even the notorious workaholic communications officer among them. 

Soundwave limped through the hallways. He hadn’t had a dose of Energon since last 48 breems. His engine tank hissed and churned. The HUD visor screen flashed uncontrollably as a desperate call to restock his falling system. Megatron began countless affairs of servitude to the Decepticon cause while Starscream occupied himself with other tasks. It left Soundwave starved and meek, his chassis armor heaving in weight from exhaustion. His digits couldn’t even lift a rusting nail after he finished the final round of code. 

Fortunately, what seemed to be a “mess hall” came to view. Mess hall was an overstretched definition. A large hall with unordered stacks of random trinkets and tools laid in corners as numerous Vechicons crowded the space. Soundwave immediately begrudged his decision. He didn’t want dinner disturbance from the terrible gossips and chatters, no less the own voices of meddling lower mechs. 

Nevertheless, the violet bot turned to the supply table and took out a fresh Energon cube. Soundwave settled into a corner where the light won’t reach and opened his visor, quickly chugging at the drink before slamming the empty shell down. One wasn’t enough. Eventually, Soundwave found himself surrounded by ten high Energon between his desire and hunger. At the end of the cycle, two refreshments were left unscathed. 

Groups of Vechicons suddenly burst into shouts. It perked Soundwave’s attention, turning to the crowd where the one and only Knockout stood in glowing scarlet paint. That particular mech always had something to ‘go on about’ and this solar-cycle wouldn’t be his last. 

“Ah ha,” Knockout jolted slightly in barely controlled excitement. The sports car bot moved out of the way to reveal a small unfamiliar device sitting on the table. It was rusting and dull. A small antenna and loudspeaker stood out from its design. Soundwave titled his helm curiously, signaling Knockout to continue his discovery. 

“I found this machine that organics love to use as entertainment. It’s called a radio!” Knockout announced, “It isn’t like our own radio transmitters, but plays music or news! Listen and watch!” 

The red medic pressed a few buttons and static began to roll over the radio until a coherent tune played. A few Vechicons ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ while others clapped along to the music. Knockout even began to sway his metal hips as he hummed the melody, almost as if he knew the song by spark. Soundwave didn’t know what to say; he was speechless for once, even if he never said anything at all. Words couldn’t describe how much he wanted to convey… 

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on

A-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

It brought him back to Cybertron. There was a refill shack down the barren streets of Kaon; Shockwave and Soundwave idly pass around and about at the bar counter, bland conversation after the next. With diluted Energon in servo, their night held up. The hangout was a few from the first, and both mechs struggled for words. It wasn’t until Shockwave introduced him to a new discovery. 

“Organic music, have you heard of it?” Shockwave said, his voicebox rough from venting in the planet’s particles of land-waste dystopia.

“Negative: Soundwave… intrigued.” 

Shockwave went on. “For mega-cycles, our scientific team detected some wave signals in search for surplus Energon. However, unlike ours, it played organic tunes and sung songs from planet Earth.”

“… Songs,” Soundwave replayed with Shockwave’s audio. 

Shockwave shock his helm. “Exactly, a worthless find but nevertheless entertaining,” he hummed. His red lens burnt a bit bright as he looked towards the violet gladiator. “Care to listen when you’re available?”

There wasn’t a next time.

~~~

The radio continued to play as it lulled to a soft jazz. 

Between the commotion and music, Megatron strode into the crowd with Starscream behind him. The Cons immediately scattered, shifting to precarious position in the mess hall whereas Knockout straightened up his gears and bowed to the warlord. Brief exchanges of information and duties were made as the mech with a bucket for helm scorched the floor. Starscream looked unequally pleased, towards Megatron or to the various Vechicons horsing around, it didn’t matter. The trio of light and dark grey plus a hint of red set forth to the control room. Soundwave assumed he wasn’t needed; Megatron would have called him over since the two exchanged brief eye contact for one another. With the three gone and most of the Vechicons returning to their initial work, it left Soundwave to temporarily freedom. He spotted the lone radio; Knockout must had forgotten it with Megatron’s unexpected visit. 

With the bots gone, Soundwave removed himself from the seat and picked up the two remaining Energon cubes. His footsteps slowed and reached for the device before disappearing out of the exit.

Soundwave strolled down the hallways towards the end-most area of the Nemesis. Unexpressive yet knowing, he thought to himself: Did Shockwave ate today? Time seemed to have past but there were no implications to how much went on. Could be solar-cycles until now. The thought only made him squeeze the Energon cube until it pulsed with glowing blue liquid.

At last, he was outside of Shockwave’s laboratory. 

“Soundwave?” His partner said upon seeing the mech enter his chambers, “What a lovely surprise.” Soundwave nodded his helm and placed the neatly stacked Energon on the lab table and slide them towards the Empurata. Shockwave gave a quick thanks before heading back to work. However, another metal click alerted the violet bot to look the rusting item.

“Ah, a radio,” Shockwave mused, inspecting the musical machine with delicate digits. “It’s a delight to see in front of me.” Soundwave nodded to his statement. He trotted to Shockwave’s berth before sitting on it. Both had became familiar again after Shockwave’s return, and to sit on his personal recharge station was another pastime for Soundwave. The action itself stood pure among the other intimate activities they did behind closed doors. 

“I’m impressed, you remembered,” the Empurata hummed, “How long ago was that? Do you recall?” 

“Negative.”

“I’m not surprised.” Soundwave chuckled at that.

Shockwave pressed a button on the device as it played, almost like it was filled with genuine compassion. He motioned himself to Soundwave where he sat quietly and obediently. 

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Both idly listened. Their visors gazing over the other for an answer. Shockwave was the first to avert his gaze, Soundwave followed. A heavy wave of exhaustion suddenly occurred within Soundwave’s frame. His helm drooped before tiling back up. 

Shocked noticed.

“Soundwave… Comms to Soundwave,” Shockwave said softly, his large figure hovering over Soundwave’s fatigued body. A gentle sharp servo cupped his helm as Soundwave swatted it away embarrassed. Of course, Shockwave didn’t know that. 

“You seem exhausted.” 

His partner fought to say no, yet his protoform betrayed his mind as he swayed once his pedes attempted to get up. Just in time, the scientist caught him in his gun arm. Perhaps he was, Soundwave concluded.

“Rest, you can borrow my berth for tonight,” Shockwave insisted. It took a few seconds before he added: “I won’t be too nosy.” 

Soundwave measly laid on the berth as told. He listened to Shockwave work. The soft music took any tension left unscathed and that helped him rest. Soon, the mech felt at peace for the first time. No code, no war, and no annoying Starscream buzzing to keep him awake. His HUD visor turned to Shockwave, his back facing him yet the purple con recognize that silent treatment.

“Soundwave… do you think this war would end?”

“…” 

“Is that a ‘Stand By’?”

“… Affirmative.”

“How illogical of an answer, but I suppose as a scientist—not a time traveler, your answer is most definitely logical.”

Fill my heart with song

Let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words

In other words

I love you

[mamawasatesttube]

hi im lost in the kon & clark + kon & the kents sauce today.

thinkin about how clark takes him to live with ma and pa shortly after "our worlds at war" - after kon has lost guardian, and now mickey and dubbilex and everyone he knew at cadmus has vanished and left him on his own. after he's been used and discarded by knockout, tana, and rex leech. he's not even two years old and there is a whole list of adults who he relied on and who he's already lost because, as he believes, of his own inability to be what they needed him to be. he wasn't savvy enough to realize rex was using him for money, he wasn't heroic enough to save knockout from herself, he wasn't mature enough for tana to love him, he wasn't good enough of a superhero to prevent guardian from being killed in the leadup to everything with apokolips...

anyway, what i'm getting at is that he's used to nearly all of his relationships with adults having a time limit, and to being left alone to fend for himself when that time limit runs out. so, uh, the first time he has any sort of argument with clark, or clark expresses any frustration with him...

which, imo, is extremely possible because, like. kon's an impulsive kid who doesn't always listen to others or ask for help when he needs it (partly because he's so used to fending for himself!) and clark definitely has a protective streak, and i think it'd frustrate clark that kon didn't even tell him he had nowhere to go after cadmus went underground. like he gets that kon's got issues but also Please For The Love Of God. People Who Love You Want To Help You But You Have To Tell Them You Need Help. he wants to help and protect kon but kon doesn't even realize the things he's gone through are fucked up and that he shouldn't have had to deal with them, let alone on his own. suggesting that he should lean on others would make him bristle. and he definitely doesn't want to be a bother or a burden on superman.

so it's a point of contention but like, the love is there. it's a point of contention BECAUSE the love is there.

anyway i'm just thinking of the first time clark tries to talk to kon about opening up and asking for help and telling him or ma or pa or lois when something is up, and kon getting mad at him because he can handle himself and he's not incompetent, and clark being like that's not what i'm trying to say at all, i'm plenty competent and i lean on people when i need to and so should you. but kon's a traumatized and headstrong teenager who doesn't want to hear it, even (especially) from his idol, and clark gets a little frustrated, and then kon ??? stops arguing and just gets really disproportionately upset out of the blue??? and shuts down and then runs off??? and clark doesn't understand what happened exactly but clearly SOMETHING is wrong. figures he'll give kon some space and talk to him again in the evening when he's had a chance to cool off.

instead not even an hour later martha kent hollers for clark to get over to kansas and explain his side of things because she KNOWS the boy she and jonathan raised would Never have told kon he's sick of cleaning up his messes and wants him out of his parents' house and might even be planning to take his name back from him. (clark, hearing this: HE THINKS I WHAT???????? D: D: D:)

(ma sent pa to check on kon when he didn't come down for dinner and pa found him sniffling and stuffing clothes into a suitcase. he said clark hadn't told him to get out yet but it was only a matter of time. they are gonna have a nice long family heart-to-heart and at the end of it pa is going to have to talk ma down from hunting down rex leech with a shotgun.)

anyway kon gets a Really good family group hug that he TOTALLY doesn't cry about (he's cool as a cucumber about it!! really!!) and gets whacked across the head with a boatload of affirmations and reassurances that even if any of them ever argue, his place here and his name and status as part of the family are never going to be in question. (ma wants the shotgun again when he seems genuinely surprised by this.) it might even be the origin of them coming up with "conner kent". a second name just for him, as part of clark's family on earth too.

i am just. so not immune to stories about a little guy who's not used to having a family Getting A Family you know?????

[angelismmm]

𝄞 — zhongli (gn!reader) — ❝ two is better than one! ❞

summary: your calm, sensible, and handsome boyfriend wants to take your relationship to the next level, ready for slow intimate moments together, but what would you think if you saw what double digits he had like down under!

a/n: saw a lovely fanart of zhongli, gave me big idea for a fic and i love zhongli so much :)!

warnings: nsfw, mentions of double dick zhongli (LMAO), riding, doggy style(?), dom!zhongli, sub!reader this time, don't know what else, enjoy though!

You and ZHONGLI have been dating for a bit, slowly and surely you both grow more deeply in love than before, Hu Tao mentions how horrifyingly you both looked like a cheesy teen couple in highschool on their first date.

Shopping, or getting some coffins from imported land with you and ZHONGLI is a nightmare, Hu Tao quoted. Both of you often glancing at each other and growing red, then looking away from each other once more, all wanted is for you both to just get the damn coffins into the carriage and back to home sweet home!!

Although this may have ticked Hu Tao off about how cheesy it all was, and as much as it is cheesy, it's nice seeing you, her close friend, finally getting along with your obvious crush for a bit now, aka ZHONGLI.

Finally putting the coffins back into the parlor, and in display, you both finally get "kicked out for being too cheesy", aka Hu Tao saying enjoy your date tonight!

Strolling through the streets of Liyue, small stares at each stall. You both fonally decided on just a small snack at Third Round Knockout to end off the day. ZHONGLI surprisingly paid this time though (must be a special night hmmm?)

Finally crashing down on the bed in ZHONGLI's home. Lying down, so tired from everything (eating and putting a coffin in a stroller and arranging it for display) that happened today. "Beloved, today I would like to.." he clears his throat, "Take our relationship to another level. "-We've been together for quite some time, and we both know we can't spend eternity with each other forever." You sat up looking confused, "So, what's the surprise, sweetheart?" you asked.

He pins you down with his geo-scattered hands onto the bed frame. "I would like to be intimate with you, at least just once, if you would allow it my love?" He said, breathing a bit heavy, not so hard to carry though. "Sure, what could go wrong, right?" You giggled. ZHONGLI's breath slowly getting closer to your neck, biting it, marking you as his.

You moaned slightly, whimpering at the sudden bites, "Mmm, your neck is sensitive isn't it, honey?" he said muffled, but understandable, you nod in a bit of excitement. He bites a bit more and let's go. ZHONGLI lies himself down and lets you hover on top of him. (ok u both are naked at this point dont ask how) You turn your head to see his cock(s) (LMFAO), dripping with precum. "O-oh.. I kinda see you only wanna do this just now.." "You never fail to amuse me, love"

Inserting one of them up your hole, you whine as it struggled to fit. slowly riding him, you both moan out each other's names. hours go by, many rounds have taken place, you both are a mess, he has you hands pinned to the bedframe, fucking you senseless, slowly noticing the belly bulge forming in your stomach. "Feel that, babe? That's the mark. The mark that shows my ownership over you, got it?" Your fucked dumb hazy expression was enough for him, fucking into you more, "s' close again 'li, just a lil' m-more.." you moaned out about to cum for the last time, this time with ZHONGLI.

"Me too, honey. Just- haah.. just wait a little long- haah! longer baby." Hard thrusts went in and out, each getting harsher and faster. Both of you finally came, feeling his hot cum shoot up inside you. savoring this little intimate moments together.

"two is always better than one, no?"

i live and breathe for this man 🥰‼️

[coffeeew]

→ genre: this is just rlly sad tbh, angst, established relationship, lovers to strangers.

→ pairing: boxer seungcheol x female reader.

→ feat: jungkook from bts.

→ warnings!: seungcheol turns into kind of an asshole, swearing, an actual physical fight happens, boxing y'know, mentions of overworking and relationship neglect, gaslighting? ITS SAD, don't you say I didn't warn you, also English's not my first language so excuse my grammar 💀

→ synopsis: Ambition was the trait that made you most attracted to Seungcheol, but lately it was the thing that has been tearing you apart.

→ word count: 5k-ish

"C'mon Cheol, kill that mother fucker!"

The holler coming out of your throat came out raspy and filled with enthusiasm and anxiety as you leaned into the ring and slammed both of your hands against it.

The screams inside the stadium seemed to increase after your voice stood out of the rest making a whole mess of the crowd.

Your eyes were filled with expectation but you could feel the anxiety in your stomach and how horribly worried you were about how tense your body was and the crippling headache that was starting to hammer on the back of your head.

Soonyoung gave you a small pat on the back for support as he stared with an expecting gaze at his apprentice.

Seungcheol's body fell back a little bit by a punch coming into his jaw, however, he didn't let his opponent take advantage of it and quickly responded with a hook that went straight to the guy's side.

You harshly bit your lip and felt how your eyes were filling up with tears by all the emotions going through your head.

You didn't always get a chance to come to your boyfriend's fights, but this always happened. The anxiety of a possible knockout always got the best of you even when Seungcheol had all the advantages.

You had seen how a match could totally turn around by just one hook or punch into the gut and how easily it was to knock out a person in two seconds, and even though you trusted Seungcheol with all your heart and supported him in this, it always worried you to death.

Seungcheol's opponent flinched and took two steps back from the loss of air that the hook gave him. However, Seungcheol didn't miss out on the opportunity to connect three more punches into the guy's jaw and head.

"Come on Seungcheol!"

And a final hook to the stomach was all it took to push the guy back and make him fall making the ring shake.

The referee quickly kneeled down to see the fighter's condition.

You took a quick breath and kept it in your lungs.

Please stay down and be okay, please stay down and be okay.

"Kang can't continue the fight, Choi wins!"

The referee's voice resonated on the whole stadium by the speakers and it went straight to your pounding head.

A solid scream came out of your mouth as you quickly slipped into the ring under the last rope and rushed your way to him.

Seungcheol turned your way and lifted both his fists letting out a victory scream before wrapping his arms around you.

You could feel his sweaty chest against your cheek but you grew used to it and never found it disgusting somehow.

You pulled out of the hug after a few seconds and grabbed his head with both your hands, leaving a long peck into his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

Even though the kiss didn't have any movement, it had plenty of emotions. Excitement, pride, relief but all of those emotions came from the deep love you both had for each other.

The smile and eyes that your boyfriend gave you after pulling apart from the kiss made you melt into his gaze. His sweet dimples and shiny doe eyes make you lose your mind every time.

Sometimes you really questioned how he could look at you with such love and treat you with such care and gentleness when barely some seconds before he was connecting punches into another guy's body.

But it somehow brought you warmth and a feeling of fullness in your chest. It felt like you were the only person who had this side of him and that made you feel extremely selfish but also incredibly happy.

Your little moment was interrupted when Hoshi pushed Seungcheol's head to the side, moving both of your attention to the blonde haired trainer. who had a huge proud smile on his face.

"That's my boy!"

Hoshi gave Seungcheol a little punch in the arm as your boyfriend laughed and left your side to hug his trainer.

You pursed your lips in a smile noticing how the tears that filled your eyes were now wetting your cheeks. The feeling of pride could be felt on your whole body. You were so incredibly proud of him and how far he had gotten since the moment you two met, from the moment he told you he wanted to pursue boxing as a professional and how no one was on his side.

But you were, since the very beginning, and apparently that's all he needed.

You sniffled your nose and walked to them, wrapping both of their necks with your arms and pulling them down into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you."

Seungcheol laughed and Hoshi whined in a teasing way.

"You should've heard how fucking annoying he was."

Seungcheol was sitting on one of the benches that were in the locker room as you dried his head with a towel while he hissed and complained about his opponent's attitude before reaching the ring. You were still inside the stadium.

Seungcheol always liked to stay a little longer than everyone else to wash up and take time to relax after the fight. And he liked doing this more when you were there with him to be able to share a chat before going home to directly sleep.

"He had a lot of strength though, he almost took me out twice but I refused to lose to a prick like him."

A chuckle came out of your mouth stopping your movements to dry his hair and turning to him.

"So this was all a pride thing?"

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow.

"Babe, it's always a pride thing when it comes to boxing."

This time you were the one raising your eyebrow.

"I thought it was the love for the sport."

Seungcheol did a gesture with his hand brushing off the fact.

"Sure, sure, but mainly it's pride."

You let out a subtle giggle before continuing to dry his hair.

"Well, your pride, love, and talent have taken you really far, you know? People have been stopping me on the streets to ask me about you more often."

Seungcheol raised both of his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes lost at some point in the showers trying to process what you had said to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

You finished drying his hair leaving the towel on the bench before sitting down beside him.

A comfortable silence filled the locker room as you tilted your head and gave a loving smile to your partner.

Seungcheol turned to you, his still damp charcoal hair falling into his face and small drips of water on his skin. His eyes were deep and looked into yours with love.

You found yourself losing your train of thoughts really often when it came to Seungcheol. He was just mesmerizing to look at, he had beautiful porcelain skin that now you were used to seeing with bruises and scratches from the fighting and his whole aura was just breathtaking.

You could feel yours filling up with tears once again.

The overwhelming feeling of pride and love filling your chest made you feel weak but at the same time so much strength.

"I'm so proud of you, I will always be."

Seungcheol's eyes suddenly we're not steady anymore, his eyebrows frowned to the center of his face and his eyes wandered around your whole face as if he was trying to memorize every single detail on it as his tongue licked his lips. He felt so lost in his thoughts before his dimples welcomes you into his smile as he pulled you by the neck into a warm hug.

If you felt mesmerized by your partner's presence you couldn't even imagine how you made him feel. Seungcheol loved every single part of you and was pretty sure he could draw your face on a perfect picture if he actually knew how to draw.

He knew every single wrinkle, mole, freckle and pore of your face from memory and would never grow tired of observing it for hours on end.

There were times where you would go on dates to the movies, or just have movie nights at home, or when you fell asleep faster than him or when he woke up first. And those were the moments that Seungcheol took to just stare into your face, body and almost soul. He would never grow tired of looking at you and every single time he did, he could feel how his chest grew tighter and how the love for you just grew and grew.

You chuckled into his skin that now smelled like soap and the minty scent of the cream he uses for soreness. The warmth brought by his body was so welcoming, cozy and it just felt right. Felt like you were supposed to be there and that you belonged there, with him.

His arms tighten against your body and you could feel how he let out a deep sigh.

"I love you so much, please never doubt that."

You were taken a bit back by the last words but you brushed it off, tightening your hold too.

"I won't."

The small bell rang as your entrance was announced in the old cafeteria.

It smelled like peanuts and cigarettes even though they didn't sell any products that contained peanuts, however, people smoking inside the establishment was common.

It didn't have the best coffee in the city, however, it had a 4 espresso shot iced Americano option and was open at the hour you needed it to be, so you grew to love it.

Also, the owner and cashier in there knew you and you had kind of formed a small friendship with them out of the 2 consecutive years you have religiously visited the establishment.

"Good morning Y/n, the usual?"

Jungkook gave you a gentle smile.

You smiled back and nodded.

"Good morning Gguk, yes, the usual, please. "

The black-haired man tapped the counter before responding.

"On the way."

You sighed and leaned back on your right leg, letting the left one rest as you patiently waited for your order.

It was 6:43 am, you entered work at 7:15 am and you were about a block away from the school you gave classes at.

You were an art teacher at a middle school. You had an art degree and even though you didn't specialize in any education ambit, you still ended up in there.

Actually, you ending up on a full time job there was never in your plans. Your father had insisted for you to apply to this school where his friend had retired as an art teacher and they were looking for a new one.

It took some pleading but you eventually agreed to do it as a part time job as you grew like an independent artist, however, you grew to fall in love with the job.

You adored teaching those middle schoolers and loved seeing them grow and take trust in you, so eventually you took it as a full time job.

"I saw you on TV."

You blinked, getting off your train of thought to look back at Jungkook. He was not looking at you, concentrated on his actions as he prepared your order.

"Really?"

You could see the start of a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, your guy really showed off, when I saw the height difference it got me a little nervous, but he handle it damn well."

He chuckled.

A feeling of pride filled your chest, every time someone mentioned Seungcheol. You gave him a closed lips smile.

"He was great."

You nodded.

"He's always great."

Jungkook didn't respond, opting for starting a new conversation.

"So, how's work?"

You shrugged.

"It's been good, been having a bit of trouble with some parents though."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is that so? Can I know why?"

You sighed and looked up, remembering the situation.

"To make it short, some parents dislike renaissance art, I have been having this problem for a while now, they were even going to start joining signatures to get me removed from the school and stuff."

Your response was followed by a quick glance Jungkook took at you before he was putting your order on the bar.

"That sounds awful, but I'm assuming everything is good now."

You nodded with a subtle smile.

"Yeah, everything's good now."

Jungkook smiled back and sighed before leaning away from the counter.

"Well, there's your beverage than, enjoy."

You quickly reached out for your bag in look for your credit card to pay the order but Jungkook interrupted your actions with his words.

"Leave it, Y/n that's on the house, in honor of Choi Seungcheol winning and you keeping your job."

You frowned and raised an eyebrow at him before continuing your search.

"I appreciate it Kookie but it wasn't me who won, and I can pay for it, you know?"

Jungkook chuckled.

"Oh, I know, but it's still my treat."

He pushed the cup of cold coffee in your direction before taking two septs back.

"Don't be ridiculous Jungkook, I'm pa-"

But the moment you raised your head to face him he was not on the place you had last seen him. You turned to the kitchen entrance and saw how his body disappeared inside.

"Oh, come on! Just let me play Jeon Jungkook."

"Bye, Y/n!"

You let out a huff and stared at the cup of coffee.

Sometimes you questioned Jungkook's weird way of acting towards you but Yoongi, the owner of the coffee shop insisted that he was like that with most people he liked (not in a romantic way) so you had nothing to worry about.

It was nice to talk to Jungkook though... you can't recall the last time you talked about your professional life with someone.

Your fingers lazily tapped the code into the apartment's door before it unlocked and opened.

A feeling of pressure immediately left your shoulders as you came inside your home, closing the door behind you and immediately getting rid of your shoes and hanging your bag on the cloak rack.

"I'm home~"

You said in a loud tone for your partner to hear you, however, you were surprised to notice all the lights turned off and a complete silence inside the apartment.

You frowned.

"Babe?"

Was he not back from training yet?

You took your phone out of your back pocket, turning it on.

A picture of Seungcheol hugging you by the shoulders and leaving a kiss in your temple that was taken by Month was your wallpaper and the hour of 8:16 pm said hi to you.

He should already be back.

Maybe he went out to buy something to eat but there was no sign of him even arriving. His gym bag was missing and so was the cap he always used to go training.

Maybe you had missed a text from him saying that he was going to spend extra time training.

Your fingers tapped the screen of your cellphone entering your messages and seeing no sign of one from Seungcheol.

"Well, that's weird."

You said to yourself as you walked directly to the room you shared with him as you entered the phone app and tapped into his name turning the phone to your ear as you opened the door.

But it went straight into voice mail.

Your frown deepened.

Was he okay? Was he already on his way? Did he go out to eat with Bang Chan? His phone ran out of battery?

The thing was that Seungcheol never let his phone run out of battery and he always made you aware of any delay of his arrival at home.

Maybe you were overreacting but maybe he was in trouble, I mean, he was now quite famous.

Maybe someone stole his phone.

You decided to call Soonyoung as you sat down on your bed.

It only rang two times before he replied.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Hoshi-ah."

"Hi Y/n, is everything ok?"

You nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just wondering if Cheol it's still with you. He hasn't gotten home and his phone is turned off."

There was a pause of some seconds before Hoshi responded.

"I mean, he left right when the training ended, he didn't even take a shower, he said he had some urgent stuff to do but I didn't question him."

"Oh..."

His answer left you puzzled.

He had stuff to do?

"Is everything okay?"

You blinked, snapping out of your train of thought.

"Oh, yeah yeah, just... call me if you know anything."

"Sure thing."

"Okay, thank you Hoshi-ah."

"No worries, girl, bye."

"Bye~"

He hung up.

Seungcheol had urgent stuff to do after training that he didn't tell you about.

I mean, yes he could have his things and maybe secrets but this was so unlike him.

You felt uneasy for some reason.

Come on Y/n, 4 years of relationship and he hasn't even once done something like this, and the first time he does you question everything.

You let your phone fall out of your hand and passed a hand through your hair.

"I'm being ridiculous."

You decided to let it be for now and go wash up. It was a stressful day. Apparently, a parent had complained, yet again, that you were being inadequate with your work when you thought your students about Renaissance art and their child had said you showed breasts and private body parts in class.

To your luck, the principal sided with you, yet again, and it didn't cause more than a headache from explaining to a middle age woman about how you couldn't censor art and such.

"Come on, a boob's not going to bite him."

But apparently, your comment was only funny to yourself.

You had finished washing up and were now drying your hair with a microfiber towel as you stared at your phone.

9:22 pm.

No text messages or calls from Seungcheol and you had tried to call him 8 times more just to be sent straight to voicemail again.

Was he really okay?

You pursed your lips, leaving the towel aside and grabbing your phone, and looking at it as if you staring deep into it was going to make a message or phone call appear.

You were really worried now. Maybe he had an accident... What if he was in a traffic accident and was now in a coma at the hospital?

"Oh shut the fuck up."

You said to yourself as you let out a deep sigh, letting your head fall back and close your eyes. 

But then the noise of the door's code being pulsed in made you jump in your place and practically run to the front door. 

You stumbled on your own feet but were there on time to see Seungcheol coming in. 

He was wearing his black cap even though it was now completely dark outside at this point. He let the gym bag fall to his feet as he took his shoes off.

"Babe?"

You called out making Seungcheol quickly lift his gaze and look at you. His eyes looked extremely tired and his body looked tense. 

"Hi, sweetheart."

Even though he looked completely drained he still gave you a sweet smile, oh how you loved those fucking dimples.

He walked to you and wrapped your body into a hug. He buried his nose on your freshly washed hair taking a deep breath as he held you close to him.

The warmth of his body made your own body melt against him, closing your eyes and passing your hands through his back, caressing it. 

"You're home late."

Your voice was million times more calm now and you could feel how all the anxiety and overwhelming feeling of worry left your body the moment he hugged you tight. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery and I think someone stole my charger, couldn't find anyone who could borrow me theirs."

You just nodded after he finished talking, understanding the situation.

He pulled away from the hug and left a long kiss on your forehead. 

You closed your eyes to the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. 

A smile brushed your cheeks. 

"Where were you?"

He stared at your face for some seconds. Your eyes are closed, long eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and your damp hair perfectly framing your face. A feeling of warmth started to fill his chest and his smile grew even larger. He was lucky to have you just as you were lucky to have him. 

"I just had extra training with Mingyu, I didn't tell Hoshi 'cause he gets all dramatic, you know him." 

You chuckled and nodded.

See? You got all anxious for nothing, you dramatic fucker. 

You opened your eyes and left a small peck on his lips before you two walked to your room.

"Did you have dinner?"

The question came out of your mouth as you went inside the bathroom again to put the products you used in their place. 

"Yeah, I grabbed a bite with Gyu!"

You could hear his voice coming out from the closet.

His answer made you a little bit sad. Dinner was always kind of your bonding time on busy weeks like this. But it was okay, you always had other days.

The thing is that the days of Seungcheol arriving late started to be even more frequent as time went by. And even though it made sense since he had to train harder as his rank and popularity grew, it still made you feel the sudden emptiness at home. 

The hour of his arrival was also becoming more uncertain and it kept being later and later and his part from home being earlier and earlier. 

It got to the point where you only saw him for some minutes in the morning and on Sundays, which were his rest days.

So it was just him laying down in bed, not up for pretty much anything. 

His attitude also started to change, now when he got home he didn't really announce himself, it went from spending the first minutes of his arrival hugging you and saying how much he missed you to him barely acknowledging you and going straight to take a shower to sleep. 

And you tried to take de initiative. You offered body massages that he declined saying he already had a physiotherapist to do that. The times you went up to him and said you missed him, he got a bit annoyed and said you were being clingy. You invited him to dinner which he also declined saying he didn't have time for going out and when you offered to cook at home he instantly complained at how insistent you were being and how it was easier for him to just have dinner with Mingyu or Hoshi. 

You also tried to offer to go out on Sundays, but it was obviously quickly turned down by him too. 

"Y/n, this is literally the only day I get to be at home and you want to go out, give me a break for god's sake."

But it seemed like he just didn't want to spend time with you because he also wasn't up for doing anything but staying in bed looking at his phone, and even though you were right beside him, he didn't acknowledge you once. 

And it hurt. 

It hurt to see your prospering relationship that had remained strong for 4 years starting to fall apart as his career was taking off. And you tried to convince yourself that it was just a bad moment, that you could pass through it, and that it was going to be gone soon. 

But as the days, weeks, and months passed by your hopes were starting to become weaker and weaker. 

Seungcheol was drowning himself in his passion, so greedy and ambitious. That ambition that you once adored was now the reason your whole relationship was flaking. 

Your hands were shaky as you were once again waiting for him. 

01:42 am was the hour marked on your phone. 

The apartment was freezing cold, but that's how Seungcheol had always liked it and it didn't bother you since he always made sure you didn't go through cold by keeping you close. But the nights now were horrible. You had to sleep with a sweatshirt on and a blanket over your head and the ache of his body turning to the opposite side of yours. And every time you tried to wrap your arms around him he just whined in his sleep and brushed your arms out. 

You remember the first time it happened it broke your heart, tears filled your eyes and you practically cried yourself as he slept safe and sound. 

It was now almost every night where you cried yourself to sleep while he was on the same bed, not noticing. 

You lifted your head at the sound of the code being pushed into the principal door, making you straighten your back and look over the sofa to see how Seungcheol's figure closed the door behind him, tossing his gym bag on the floor and getting rid of his cap and shoes. 

Your fists gripped into the hoodie you were wearing. It was his and it brought you comfort, comfort you had been looking for for the past months.

Seugncheol started to walk to the room but you stopped him.

"Babe."

He stopped on his feet before slowly turning to you. 

You knew your eyes were glassy and your nose and lips were still a bit red because of the crying. God, you had been crying so much for the past months. 

"You're awake."

"Yeah, I-... I wanted to have a chat with you."

Seungcheol frowned narrowing his eyes to see you better.

"Have you been crying?"

You stiffened. That was straightforward. 

"Anyways, I'm really tired, can we talk about this on Sunday? I have to be up really early and my back is killing me-"

He really brushed off the fact that you were crying so quickly. It was the first time he had acknowledged that factor in months and he just brushed it off as if it was normal. 

Has he noticed before but just opted for not saying anything?

You swallowed the question.

"No, it really can't wait, just- please Cheol, just give me some minutes, please."

He was hesitant, but he just heavily sighed and nodded walking towards the sofa and sitting down beside you, keeping his distance like he had been doing for a long time now.

You pursed your lips in nervousness, feeling the ache in your chest grow wider.

You had never felt this anxious to talk to your partner about anything, which just made you feel even worse. 

We have really grown distant. 

"Just make it quick, I really need to sleep."

His carelessness made your chest hurt and your tears fill up with tears however you swallowed the sob that was wanting to come out of your mouth for the past seconds and nodded. 

"I- You know that I've always been supportive of your career, and I'm probably the person who is most proud of you in this world. I love to see how you're doing so well in your professional life and how successful you've become. The mere thought of it makes my chest fill with pride and joy."

You tried to look for his eyes, however, Seungcheol's eyes were pasted on his own hands. And that was so unlike him, he always used to look at you in the eyes and hold your hands during talks like this. 

That only made your chest hurt even more, did he really change that much without you noticing?

Who are you?

"However, I've grown to notice that... well you just don't give our relationship time anymore, it seems like you don't care anymore."

Not a single expression was formed on his face as your voice broke on the sentence and the tears wet your cheeks. 

However, once you finished talking he raised his gaze to meet yours, and for a moment, just for a moment, you saw love in them. For a second you thought that maybe he was going to apologize and tell you that he was going to make an effort, however, he didn't. 

"I've been thinking about that too and, you know... I think I want to fully concentrate on my career, as you said, I don't have any time for us anymore so I don't see why we should keep going." 

You gasped as more tears flew down your cheeks.

He was giving up that easily? Just throwing away almost 5 years of relationship to the trash? He wasn't even going to try a little bit? 

"Just like that?"

He seemed to be taken aback by your response.

"Well, yeah, I've talked about it with my manager and-"

Of course, his manager. 

Jay fucking Park, the man who had been telling Seungcheol since the beginning of his career how he should leave you be sure you slowed his career down, and the same manager that Seungcheol had said hundreds of times he was going to replace because he didn't like the way he referred to you. 

Your head stopped listening to him.

"So this really is it?"

You interrupted. 

Seungcheol stayed quiet for some seconds.

"I... I guess so."

You sniffled as you felt more tears wet your cheeks.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

"Of course, I do, that- God Y/n please don't make this harder, I can't see you cry and you know it."

It was the first time he broke. His voice broke into a sudden sob followed by a defeated sigh.

You curled into yourself, hugging yourself and looking away before he continued talking.

"That's why I'm doing this, I love you so much that I have to let you go."

"Fucking bullshit."

You said in between your teeth followed by a loud sob. You looked back at him just to find his glassy eyes and reddened nose. 

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it. That fucking sentence's for cowards and you're no fucking coward."

He stayed silent so you continued.

"Ha-ave you ever thought that loving is also hanging on a-and persisting and trying every single fucking day even though you constantly get told to fuck off? Cause that's what I've been doing for the past 4 months s-so don't you fucking dare say you love me so much and that's why you kept- kept ignoring me and pushing me off. Leaving me to cry myself to sleep for days in a row and showing no interest in me at all."

You sobbed in between sentences and stuttered on your words. Sadness and anger mixed in your gut and making you feel like throwing up.

"I've been grieving a relationship that didn't even end yet... do you even know how useless and pathetic I felt?"

Seungcheol sniffled and let out a quiet sob, he passed his hands through his hair.

"I-Iam sorry, I just... I'm sorry but I think this is the best for me, for us." 

You shook your head as you contained another sob.

"It sure isn't the best for me, but if it is for you and tha-thats what you want then... then I'm sorry for 'wasting your good years.' "

You said, quoting what you have heard his manager tell him many times before.

It happened so quickly. The way you just stood up and packed a bag with your essentials while shedding ugly tears. How he just remained silent on the umbral of the door, passing his hands through his face and hair. 

In reality, Seungcheol was heartbroken. His chest was hurting and he was fighting with all his will the urge he had to hug you tight and apologize and beg you not to leave. But he had been totally brainwashed into thinking this was the best for him. Everyone except for his main trainer had insisted that a girlfriend only slowed him down and they have gotten so deep into his head that he fell to believe them. 

He was gaslighted by the people he most admired on the medium into thinking this was the best for him. 

But something inside him knew that it was wrong. 

She was always there for you. She never even tried to slow you down once, always insisting on you taking every single opportunity even if it meant for your time together to shorten. She was the only person who always truly believed in you, the only person who truly celebrated each one of your wins as if it was hers.

But Seungcheol had grown greedy, drunk on his own ambition. 

And the moment you passed beside him and rushed to the door with tears still falling down your cheeks and a broken heart, something snapped on Seungcheol. 

He followed you to the door and held into your wrist as you were about to walk out of the apartment, out of the life you two had created and out of the life Seungcheol had made miserable.

You just turned to him, something inside you still holding hope for him to try, to not let go, to agree about doing something about it, and not just cowardly take the easiest option. 

His glistening eyes stared into your red ones.

His eyes went from yours to getting lost in your features like he loved to do after every single tiring day. 

Seungcheol was a coward.

He stared into your long eyelashes, your beautiful nose, your once soft lips that even though they were chapped now, were still as beautiful as ever, your soft and beautiful eyes and the hair that he loved to play with and that it still perfectly framed your face.

Seungcheol pursed his lips.

"I love you, never doubt that."

You stayed silent, memories of him repeating those same words months ago in a locker room where you thought your relationship was going to be prosperous and infinite. But everything has a due date, and apparently, today was yours. 

You pulled your wrist back with weird care and took a step toward him. 

Both of you stared into each other's eyes before he leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that you corresponded to. 

Tears fell down your eyes to your cheeks, lips, and neck, meeting with his own lips at some point and feeling his own tears two.

The kiss was slow, filled with yearning, bittersweet love, and a salty ending.

You pulled away, fearing that you will beg once more for his attention and time, but you weren't going to hurt your dignity more than it already was. 

"You made me doubt it."

You answered before finally turning away and leaving, closing the door behind you and not turning back.

Seungcheol stared at the door for minutes which felt like hours before he fell to his knees.

He stared into his calloused palms, palms which you used to kiss and caress with love.

"You're gold, man, you're one of the little people in this world to let ambition get the best and not the worst of them. Keep your heels on the floor, Choi."

The words Hoshi once told him drowned his head.

Ambition had gotten the worst of him.

[freedomfireflies]

Knockout Harry (who has never baked anything in his life) trying to bake Cherry those heart-shaped cookies she was looking at on Instagram for Valentine's Day only to fail miserably and make a mess of himself and her kitchen and almost give her salmonella 🫶

And then she just laughs and kisses him really hard and tells him that her gift to him will be cooking lessons!!

Which he loves (even if he distracts her constantly with kisses and crude jokes about what he'd rather eat instead) (which works really well) (and then they're fucking on the counter and both covered in flour and sugar)

[luvbuggggg]

knockout. — remus lupin

summary: a quidditch game gone wrong leads to you in the hospital wing with a very worried remus by your side.

genre: fluff ; remus x quidditch captain!reader

warnings: injuries, violence, slight food issues(??), profanity

blinding lights filled your vision as you fought to open your eyes. a hand shot up to protect them from the harsh luminance, but you were greeted with a searing pain in your arm instead. a hand took yours. it was warm, almost too warm. you unscrewed your eyes to take a look at who the hand belonged to.

remus lupin. just about the only person you’d be okay with holding your hand right then. he looked like a wreck. bags under his eyes more prevalent than normal, disheveled hair, chapped lips. yet, he still looked phenomenal. it was unfair, really, how he could be a mess and still be one of the most attractive boys in hogwarts. personally, you felt no one else could hold a candle to your friend, but some of your dorm mates felt very strongly otherwise.

he rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb as he spoke to someone on the other side of the room. madam pomfrey soon hovered over you, immediately forcing a vial to your lips to drink. you obliged, gulping down a horrific tasting potion. she returned to her cabinets, rummaging for something specific. what for? you had no clue.

your eyes turned back to remus, who was still intently watching pomfrey. you cleared your throat, trying to gather strength to speak. even opening your mouth sent a pain through your chest. “what happened?” you mumbled.

looking back to you, remus frowned. “you don’t remember?” you shook your head gently, instantly regretting it. any sudden movements sent pain and/or dizziness through your being. he continued playing with your hand, looking around the room for something to focus on. you wished he’d just look at you. you squeezed his hand, trying to regain his attention. he looked back at you, looking almost as bad as you felt.

“there was a game, and one of the beaters kept targeting you with a bludger. it caught up to you, love, and took you out.”

moments of the game filled your memory. the exhaustion from the very beginning. you had been so focused on making sure your team was well fed that you had forgotten to eat as well. it was only until your team was walking onto the pitch that you realized your fatal mistake. as quidditch captain of your team, it was vital that you never forgot to take care of yourself. this game was so important to you, though, everything slipped away.

up in the air, all you could think about was making your goals and the nausea rushing through you at the same time. everything was going smoothly until a bludger met your temple. one minute you were upright, and the next, you were plummeting hundreds of feet. the impact of the ground still evades your memory.

you looked up at the boy, tears building in your eyes. “i tried so hard,” you croaked. he slumped in his seat, feeling worse than when you were asleep. his free hand stroked your hair, his other still entwined in yours. you pathetically tried to wipe your tears, but the pulsing aches prevented your arms from moving.

“i know you did, love.” he whispered. “nothing could’ve stopped them from hitting you. they put a spell on the ball to follow you until you were off your broom.”

the sadness melted away in an instant and was immediately replaced with anger. pure, red-hot anger. you sat up, to the best of your ability, and looked remus right in the eye. “what?”

he was startled with the change in your demeanor. he pushed a pillow behind your back to help you stay up straight as he talked. “i think it was their captain that did it, but we weren’t sure. the whole team knew, though. the boys and i thought it was odd that no one was really touching the bludger.”

“does dumbledore know? does anyone in authority know? i could’ve fucking died, remus. i fell hundreds of feet, all because some dickwad was too afraid to lose a game of quidditch to my team.” your vulgar language was met with a shush from madam pomfrey, along with an advisement to calm down. you were still healing, after all.

“they’re figuring everything out now. i think the boys are handling it, then handing it over to dumbledore and mcgonagall.” he traced fingers on your arm, careful to avoid any bruises you gained from the altercation. his touch had a way of calming you slightly, but in no way were you okay. you could’ve been killed for godrick’s sake. it felt good knowing that james, sirius, and peter were taking care of whoever did this.

remus took your silence as anger. in an attempt to calm you, he began telling you about how good your team played before the incident occurred. plays you had planned with james went phenomenally. he snickered at the fumbles made by the other team. you wondered how bad they had to have been to need a hexxed bludger. that’s truly embarrassing. as he rambled on and on, you felt your heart rate slowly decline.

the peacefulness was interrupted by three boys slamming through the door. remus’ friends. your friends. all looking bruised and disheveled, but they stood with large grins on their faces as they stared the two of you down. remus dropped your hand, not caring to bother with any teasing while you sat in a hospital wing bed.

“we beat the son of a bitch up!” james exclaimed, earning a hiss from madam pomfrey. taking a seat next to remus, he lowered his voice. “we found out it was that sick slytherin bastard, the captain!” he nudged remus harshly. “old moony here knew it all along, didn’t you?” he wiped at his nose, dried blood flaking away.

sirius sat on the end of your bed, not bothering to watch for your (still very sore) legs and feet. his knuckles were red, faint bruising prevalent under the skin. “he put up a fight, didn’t he? but wormy kept him from getting away!” he clapped peter on the back, who stood at the foot of your bed.

“he should probably be here, considering we got him pretty good, but he’s in dumbledore’s office now!” peter grinned at their accomplishments. you grinned back. violence was never the answer, in your opinion, but the asshole tracked you down with a bludger. a violent retaliation had to have been fair.

as they continued telling the consequences your assailer would face, peter pulled up another chair in between james and sirius, who remained perched on your bed. remus scooted closer to you to give the rest more space. the closer he got, the more you missed the feel of his hand in yours. you glanced at him, moving your palm closer to his, hoping he would get the memo.

without a second glance, he took your hand in his, continuing the conversation. unbeknownst to you, as you laughed along at the jokes being thrown about how pathetic the opposing team was, remus snuck glances at you. in awe of how pretty you managed to be even after breaking and mending basically all of your bones within twenty four hours. amazed at how you managed to laugh and make jokes even though you were the target of a violent act. so happy that you comforted him, even though he had remained by your side to ensure your comfort.

after hours of quips on how remus hadn’t moved since you’d gotten there and snickers about their plans for the rest of the slytherin team, madam pomfrey ushered the four of them out of the hospital wing. you were glad to know that the next person to look at you funny would receive the same treatment that poor slytherin captain got.

wc: 1.3k words

xoxo — leigh

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 5

It's The Date Episode! And honestly, fucking outstanding. The core six pair off and spend the day lying to themselves and each other. It's mostly cute and sweet but the undercurrent of shit about to hit the fan hangs over the entire episode. It's sort of the calm before the storm. Last week, Boston held onto his top spot in the viewer rankings for the second week in a row, with Ray and Nick rounding out the leaderboard. Can the most miserable bastard in the world do the hattrick? Here's this week's winners and losers.

🔺1. Top (2)

Why don’t you try Lasik? A friend of mine had it, and they said their eyesight is so much better. But now that I think about it…I don’t want you to get it now. I like you better looking like a nerd.

Look, ain't nobody more surprised than me, but this man legit got every goddamn thing he wanted this ep. Top putting on the perfect man act (and I am more convinced than EVER that it's an act) was fascinating to watch. Studiously ignoring all the various signals put out by various other men all day, knowing Mew's eyes are on him. The fucking INSTAGRAM COUPLE PHOTO. And then the knockout blow: when he looked Mew dead in the eye and said 'I love you' I said out loud OH YOU MANIPULATIVE MOTHERFUCKER WELL PLAYED. Do I think Top has bad motives towards Mew, no. I just think he likes the idea of Mew a lot more than he actually likes Mew. And now that Mew's given up that bussy, I'm counting down to Top finding a mistress to give him some variety.

🔺2. Nick (3)

-You’re acting weird. -Weird how? I’m just… I’m just shuffling up my style.

Speaking of getting everything you want, Nick looked like he won the lotto when Boston started talking about settling down. Never mind that Nick is doing ALL of Boston's work for him. Never mind that 3 separate people have now told Nick that Boston ain't shit. Nick is euphoric. Nick has ascended. Nick is doodling 'Mr. Nick Boston's-last-name' in his Trapper Keeper. Nick is going to the gym and dressing more upscale. Nick is giggling when Boston asks to spend the night instead of fucking off as soon as they finish fucking. Nick is headed for a crash so great I'm SALIVATING.

🔺3. Boston (6)

I feel like I should stop sleeping around for a bit. It’s been feeling so empty lately. In the end, I want to have sex with someone I can… talk to for a little, you know? Like, have great sex, have good chats, and…someone I can get affectionate with. Right now…there’s only you.

Told y'all you can't keep a bad bitch down for long and Boston's already bouncing back. He might have had a moment of weakness and tried to be nice for exactly one day, but Nick getting drunk and stoned and running his mouth about how cute Sand and Ray were activated his asshole glands. He smelled happiness and said NOT ONE FUCK OF THAT ON MY WATCH. Boston is that Marie Kondo gif, he fucking LOVES mess no matter how much he goes on about hating drama. He will always poke the hornet's nest. Shutting the fuck up was free, but he just COULDN'T. And thank god, because Ray punching him in the mouth was like 3 of the 5 top things that happened this ep.

🔻4. Ray (1)

-That’s a nice top. Where did you get it? -This thing? It’s secondhand.

Whew Ray's day slummin' it was so classic I shed a tear. I can't really adequately describe his facial expression through the whole day, but 'condescending amusement' is closest. His enjoyment of Sand's company is very real, as are his attraction and hints of affection, but he absolutely does not consider that man his equal, and that's why he doesn't even consider the 'boyfriend' label. No matter what Ray's feeling, Sand's demi-monde, not part of his world. He likes that Sand treats him like he's special, he likes that Sand seems to always want him around, he likes that Sand will take care of him, but he'll never take Sand seriously. This would be true even if he wasn't in love with Mew, but being in love with Mew makes it all worse. Pathetic, I love it.

🔹5. Sand (5)

I work. I save up money. I sleep. I dream. I go to bed alone, wake up, and go to work. Until…he came along. It’s like somebody presses pause on all my 24 hours. Next thing I know…I’m living my 25th hour. Ray’s extra hour.

Oh SAND. I've been saying from jump this is hurting most because SAND KNOWS BETTER. When Sand called Ray his 25th hour I wanted to SCREAM because BABY BOY YOU KNOW BETTER. This dude is either drunk or hungover all of those same 24 hours you are grinding out a living, but you wanna spend your birthday with him because he makes you feel sparkly. He stays sneering at how you ain't got no money and work 17 jobs, but because he does it with a twinkle in his eyes you're blind and deaf all of a sudden. He told you HIS MOTHER DRANK HERSELF TO DEATH and you pour him another drink. I ain't feeling sorry for Sand anymore, he did this to himself.

🔻6. Mew (4)

-Does this mean I passed your test? -Yeah. You’ve convinced me that you really only have eyes for me.

Mew really tried to play a player and ended up playing himself instead. Like, in one way he's won: Top's his boyfriend, and honestly very likely to stay that way. But Mew should have been careful what he wished for because 'boyfriend' and 'faithful lover' are two very different things.

⭐7. Sand's mom

You keep nagging at me, you know that? Who between us is the mother, exactly?

WE AIN'T MET THIS LADY FOR NOTHING! My Sand/Top half brothers theory LIVES!

⭐8. Summer

Sorry to chat you up, but I’m alone, after all.

Poor girl's a hottie but didn't stand a chance.

[wolfxplush]

Lovette quotes!!!

Template by the wonderful @milkybonezz

**HIT- STINKBOMB**

•“Ew! Sharing a bathroom with Seth is bad enough!”

•“I just washed this uniform!!”

**HIT- EGG**

•“ Do I look like a chicken?! Don’t answer that.”

•”You’re dead!”

**JIMMY IN GIRLS DORM**

•”Not another panty stealer..”

•”You wish you were a girl!”

**INSULT**

•“I’ve wiped my ass with better.”

•“You think you’re sooo great huh?!”

**INSULT- JOCKS**

•”Is that smell from you or your unwashed jockstrap?!”

•”I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR FUNDING!”

•”Don’t you have a circle jerk to attend?!”

** INSULT- GREASERS**

•”Your hair is insulting enough.”

•”1950s called!”

•”Cuck.” (For Johnny only)

** INSULT-PREPS**

•”DADDYS MONEY!”

•”All that money and you’re still ugly.”

** INSULT- NERDS**

(Cannot physically insult them without feeling bad)

**INSULT- BULLIES**

“Is this big attitude compensating for something else?”

“IM GOING TO BREAK YOU.”

**NEGOTIATING**

“Touch me I report you to my uncle.”

“I will raise my prices Jimmy! So help me!!”

**SWIRLY**

“*gag* still tastes better then Edna’s food…”

“THIS TOOK FOREVER TO BLOW DRY!!”

**FRIENDLY FIRE**

•”Wrong idiot,idiot!”

•”Get your eyes checked.”

**FIRE ALARM**

“I need to put a lock on that.”

**TATTLING**

“Seriously? You got caught by me? How pathetic.”

“I’d say for the right price I could ignore this but…”

**WRONG WAY**

“TURN AROUND!!!”

“HAHA! Couldn’t be me.”

**FOOD FIGHT**

“MY UNIFORM! I ONLY GET TWO YOU KNOW?!”

“I’m giving detention to whoever hits me!”

**GREETINGS**

“My favorite customer!”

“Need something?”

“I got deals you won’t get elsewhere! Just don’t tell my uncle.”

**GOODBYES**

“Pleasure doing business with you” “Yeah yeah here’s your pay.”

“Duty calls”

**COMPLIMENTS- CLOTHING**

“Huh, I actually like that shirt”

**COMPLIMENTS- HAIR**

“Oh! I just wanna run my fingers through it!”

**COMPLIMENTS- TATTOOS**

“Sick! I have one too.”

**INSULTS-CLOTHING**

“Are you a bully now? Dont make me rip that shit off you.”

**INSULTS- HAIR**

“A monkey could do a better job then where you went.”

**INSULTS- TATTOOS**

“That’s against school code!”

**CHASING**

“YOUR DEAD HOPKINS!”

“You shouldn’t have messed with me!!”

**OUT OF BREATH**

“*pant* I need to stop my midnight snacks..” “You win this time!”

**HIT**

“OW! These braces cost more than your shitty life!”

“Watch the hair!”

**KNOCKOUT**

“Ugh…nap…”

“ZZZ…unicorns and puppy’s…”

**LOW BLOW**

“Huh?!”

“OW! Wrong prefect!!”

**SPITTING**

“Choke on it next time.”

**RATS**

“Hey it kind of looks like derby.”

**IDLE DIALOGUE/ CONVERSATIONS**

“Last night I caught Seth dancing in the bathroom while singing dancing queen. I love free blackmail”

“Sometimes I miss the preps. Especially tad. Don’t tel him I said that though.lll never live it down.”

“Vance and me spray painted Crablesnitches car. You should have seen his face!”

“My supplier is running late again. That asshole better give me a discount for the inconvenience.”

**BUMPED- PREP**

“I told you to stay away.”

** BUMPED- GREASER**

“All that grease in your hair made you slip right off me.”

**BUMPED- NERD**

“Eyes up four eyes.”

**BUMPED- BULLY**

“Do that again and I’m kicking your ass.”

** BUMPED- JOCK**

“Watch it meat head!”

**BUMPED- TOWNIE**

“Hope you didn’t give me anything junkie.”

**GROOMING/MIRROR**

“Mirror mirror on the wall..”

“Hello beautiful!”

**FREAK SHOW/CARNIVAL**

“I wonder if I could sell Trent to here..”

**WATCHING FIGHT**

“I should stop this but I’m off duty.”

**INSULT- GRAFFITI**

“If you’re going to insult me can you make it at least creative?”

**WHINE**

“I should drop out.. my feet hurt.”

**COMPLAINTS**

“Everyone needs to be locked in a cage.”

**PAYBACK**

“Oops! Did I do that?”

**ERRAND**

“Give these papers to Seth.”

“I don’t feel like doing my job. Mind stopping that fight for me?”

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE TEMPLATE I HAD FUN MAKING THESE!!

[cynicalraccoon]

Knockout: Terry, look at this hot mama I found today. 🔥😩 

Soap: Whoa! Is that a Great White?!

Soap: Is that real?!

Gaz: Knockout, you having fun without us?

Ghost: Terry? 

Price: That better just be a really clear video on the internet, Knockout. 

Malia checked her phone for Terry's response, only to wince when she saw that she sent the text to the wrong group chat. 

Knockout: Sorry. Sent that to the wrong number.

She deleated the text and video. Then set it to Terry. A moment later, her lips twitched when she heard her phone buzz one after the other. 

Terry: First, Why are you that close?! 

Terry: Second, she's gorgeous! Much better than the monster spider you showed yesterday. 

Rowen: I question your tastes sometimes, Mal. 

Rowen: But she is pretty when viewed from behind a screen. 

Fey: Isn't that what all men say when watching porn?

Rowen: Women say it too when reading about or watching fictional toxic men. 

Terry: Only when they're sexy.

Fey: Amen to fictional sexy men. 

Alan: What's going on? 

Alan: I saw porn and then a prayer to fictional men.

Fey: We're making a cult.

Rowen: No! Don't include me in your fetishes!

Alan: A normal day, huh? 

Malia chuckled at her chaotic friend group, flopping on the bed in her hotel room. She was on leave for a week. It was a small treat to get away from the stress of the military for a bit. Of course, the stress would never go away until she either died or retired. 

Malia: Just showing them a video of a shark i swam with today.

Alan: Aquatic female fatale over here. 

Alan: Safe? 

Malia: Me or the shark?

Malia: Aren't I always?

Alan: Both. 

Terry: Mom and Dad are flirting again~ 

Rowen: 🤢

Fey: *sigh* young love

Malia: 🖕

Malia: fuck off.

The week went by in what semeed like the blink of an eye, and the day for Malia to return to base arrived; to her diasppointment. At least she had some photos to remember the trip. 

Digging the photos out of her duffel bag, Malia hung them up on the wall to join the already quite sizable collection of photos. 

They varied in subjects; animals, locations she had been deployed in, and even photos of a few locals.

When she was settled, the brunette changed into her uniform. She felt the persona of Knockout settle over her like one of the combat gloves she wore on duty. Well, it was an overstatment to call it a persona. More like a mask. A necessary precaution to seperate herself from caring about her teammates more than what was strictly professional. 

Malia shook her head and left, striding to the mess hall. It should be around breakfast now, so 141 should be there. If not, it didn't matter. 

As usual, the mess hall was loud when she entered. 

"Knockout!" She heard Soap's accented voice to her over the chatter. Looking over, she spied him at the table with Ghost, Price, and Gaz. The Scot was beckoning her over with a mischevious smirk on his face. 

She would admit, they were handsome and their personalities weren't too bad. Ghost's voice was a bonus too. But just because of those two and a half things, that didn't mean she would risk her career to spread her legs. She was neither one of those fanfic girls from the stories Terry had happily read to her nor was she a barrack's bunny. 

She worked hard to gain her reptuation on and off the field and have people take her seriously. And it had payed off. Besides, the chaotic and bloody enviornment that inspired trauma, corruption, power trips, betrayal, and assholish behavior wasn't conductive for anything other than a work relationship.

Malia blinked when Soap called her name again. She gave him a curt nod and got her food before walking over to the four. 

"There's that infamous scowl." Soap said, sitting down. "Was beginning to miss it." Malia echoed his action, shooting him said scowl. 

"You have Ghost." She said simply. 

Soap chuckled. "Not the same. I can't see his." 

Ghost, sitting across from Malia, rolled his eyes. With his face hidden behind the mask, the action spoke clearly of his unamusement. Deep brown eyes-just a few shades darker than hers-slid to the woman. 

"Have fun with your sharks?" He asked gruffly. "Or, your "hot mommas"?" 

Malia almost choked on her eggs when she heard his words. Price raised a brow, one side of his mustach slightly raised, while Gaze and Soap snickered like two children. 

She glared at Ghost, noting the faint amusement flashing through his eyes. Damn him. 

"Never say that again." Malia huffed, setting down her apple juice. Even with his voice, hearing him say "hot mommas" was weird. "And I did. Was relaxing. Moving to other topics now." 

"But I want to hear more about your trip." Soap prodded. "Where did you go?" 

"Who's Terry?" Gaz added, wearing a cheeky expression. "Boyfriend?" 

Nope. "Personal." She replied, a bit of bite in her tone. But they were not deterred. They had seven years to get used to her rough personality. Hell, aside from Price and a few others, they didn't even know her real name.

Soap groaned, almost leaning on Ghost. "Come on, Knockout. We barely know anything about you since you came on the team. At least give us this." 

"I'll tell you mine when Ghost tells his." 

Gaz smirked when the Scot frowned. They all knew Ghost was tightlipped about his personal life and past. It was like trying to pull teeth from a bear. 

Price shook his head with a soft chuckle. "There will be a day where you won't have Ghost to hide behind anymore, Knockout." 

Her scowl turned into a smug smirk, saluting him with her cup. "When Hell freezes over completly, Captain." 

A/N: I haven't played Call Of Duty. I only know bits and pieces of information about the characters. Why I decided to write this? Well, I wanted to test an idea I had to branch out of my comfort zone a bit and see if one of my ocs would fit in cod. I got inspired by the many fanfics on here and other platforms that I've read and liked.

[aerkame]

I was wondering if I could request some Knockout from transformers prime with a human s/o headcanons... Not anything specific, just how he would treat them, etc... Just very general relationship headcanons.

Sure thing! Also thanks for being the first request for Transformers! I'm gonna have this during and after the war around the time he switches sides.

And sorry for the late posting!

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In the beginning, Knockout was very cautious at first.

Naturally he wandered around Earth a lot to take in the different cultures and of course compete in street racing now that he had time and was free from Deception rule. That also meant he could finally have time to understand humans better, even if he thought they were weird sometimes.

But not you though, Knockout thinks you're the only human he might ever love on this planet, maybe even for the rest of his life after Breakdown.

The loss of Breakdown has made Knockout clingy and he'll become anxious if he hasn't seen you in a while. Worried you may never return just like he did...

But you reassure him as always that you'll be fine and you wouldn't leave him just like that.

Knockout always acts flirty or arrogant around everyone, but only you and few others have seen him vulnerable and leaking lubricant from his optics, he trusts you deeply.

Your warmth always comforts him when he goes to lightly hold you, reminding him you're alive and safe when he has another moment of anxiety.

On days when either of you are feeling adventurous, Knockout will take you to a late night race somewhere new each time.

Sometimes you sit on the sides and watch him compete, other times he lets you sit in the passenger seat during the race just to mess with other racers when they see no one is at the wheel as he passes by.

Knockout will definitely kill you with puns, there is no doubt about that. (It's even better if you start making puns with him)

When the Autobots try getting him to go back to Cybertron, Knockout makes it his top priority to get back to Earth once he's allowed to. He refuses to leave the planet or leave behind the one person who made him feel whole again.

Overall, Knockout is just a sweet and flirtatious guy, and he's more than willing to remain on Earth for his human s/o.

[riskyraiker]

Hi, can I have a reader and a Knockout? When the reader was sleeping with him, she had a nightmare she clung to him and cried

Aww:') such a cute idea. I feel like knockout would be a full time diva but still care if something is the matter. Sorry it might be slightly short

Nightmares bring emotions

Fem!cybertronian!reader

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Nightmares, nightmares and nightmares. They happen so quickly and yet they never end. Fragging hell you hate them. They always show something you want to forget.

You jolted up from your bed as the screams of your loved ones echo in you audio receptors. You felt tears form in optics and a sob left your mouth. "Doll, what seems to be the problem?" Great, you made knockout wake up as well. Well he's your new emotional support. You clung to him like your spark depended on it. "It happened again. The screams, the energon spilled. Everything i fear was in front of me. Please don't leave." Knockout was tense, but relaxed afterwards and held you gently. "Oh doll, it's just a nightmare. Plus I'm here. I won't let anything get to you. It's gone now." Tears falling down from your faceplate on the berth and on knockouts paint job. "I'm sorry that i'm making a mess." Knockout just chuckled and continued to hold you. "Doll, there is nothing to be sorry about when you let the tears go. I'm here. It's me and you here. No one else and I'll make sure of it."

Soon enough your tears stopped falling and you were calm. Something about Knockouts presence made everything safer. "Knocks, I'm glad you're here. I feel like I would be offline without you." Knockout held your faceplate and turned you his way. "Doll, we were meant to be. In any possible outcome. You're not going anywhere without me. Now let's recharge so we can make starscream feel jealous about how great we look." That made you chuckle. As you close your optics, you hear Knockout speak. "It's us doll. Forever and afterwards." You have never recharged so well.

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AN: I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long tho :(