#now it's a competition? :/ smh

[azure-cygni]

LET ME LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

[harryzroze]

From one star to another ☆ My DTIYS entry!

DTIYS info image and descriptive text below! There are also image descriptions on all images for you :)

Descriptive text of my art piece.

A dramatic shot with characters from LEGO Monkie Kid, a young MK (a boy with dark brown hair that flows back, a tuft of hair folding over his red bandana he wears, he is wearing his adoptive father's chef coat that is too big for him and bunches around his arms awkward) is in the direct foreground, his hands are gently held out, just about to grab a bright red staff with gold handles on either end. MK is looking upwards slightly in awe, following the length of the staff up to where the Monkey King stands. (He is a celestial monkey with bright orange hair, a golden armour chest plate and red cape attachments flowing behind him) He is holding the other end of the golden handle of the staff. He stands in a fluffy spiralling cloud above MK in the background, looking down at MK with a soft smile and golden yellow eyes. The scene is littered with bright white clouds, their puffs are descending in size from the top of the piece to the bottom to indicate some depth to this art piece with the staff's perspective linking the two characters.

Description of Monkey King in my art piece.

A zoom in on the Monkey King, he is standing mostly frontward to the camera, with his right shoulder pushed forward to hold the handle at the top of the staff. He has golden orange hair that curls around his face and flows back a bit, with two feathered red ribbons curling behind him that are attached to his hair. He wears a long sleeved yellow shirt, a bright red fabric belt holding his darker red pants and a skirt overtop that opens at the front. Golden chest armour is secured on his chest and shoulders, and his skirt has a blue feather edge, as well as a red inbetween piece before the yellow that sits in the middle of the skirt piece. He has a tail that curls around in the cloud he stands in.

A description of MK in my art piece.

This is a close up of MK from my artpiece. He has warm soft brown skin, dark brown hair, a red bandana holding up his hair, a white shirt and a large white chef coat over the shirt (from his adoptive father, Pigsy). He has brown eyes with soft orange stars sparkling as he looks up at the staff. His mouth is open slightly in awe. His right hand is placed lower, his hand open just about an inch away from holding the staff's golden end. His left hand is higher up the staff, fingers reaching for the staff. The staff radiates a golden light that lights up his face, shirt and hands.

[sjw-dipper]

have another interview today at the aquarium for a different (much less paying) position I'm so nervous someone give me all their luck this is literally the only building anywhere near me I can get a job that lets me get a foot in the door in this career field 😭 it's barely over min wage but I've had Zero money since getting scammed in april I'm tired of being broke

[zevrans-archive]

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[qveenpoppy]

i think murmuration is impressive but avantgardey was really the only dance act tonight that fully had my attention. murmuration and unfortunately chibi unity too bored me

[cherryjuicegf]

can y'all stop being so weird

[jellijellybean]

Xavier and caleb is a wild combo I completely understand. Playing only for two weeks and having an affinity higher than thirty isn't impossible but sounds tedious? Lol. Here's to hoping you didn't spend any money

i did not! but alas i was close to.. i am not immune to pretty boy propaganda since i made that mistake before while playing tears of themis (never again) LMAO i am a tryhard sometimes with these games. i recently got caleb's myth so that's currently driving my fixation :]

[bxtonpxss]

It's valentines day, so Neya will find a box of chocolates sitting on her desk in the morning. The sender name is not given, and the card attached only reads "normal chocolate. definitely not poisoned."

From across the room a green eye is staring intently hoping she'll eat them right away.

Neya makes her way into homeroom with just a few minutes to spare! Today was her 35th failureattempt at trying to have her cliché corner encounter with Utsuho. What with it being Valentine's Day and all, she had prepared something extra special for him too!

But alas that darned Utsuho was too quick for her! Using her head as a spring, he easily dodged her waiting arms and heart full of chocolate, leaving her once again crouched in the middle of the road with Yakuma gently reassuring her with a pat on the back that she'll get him next time before then reminding her that they needed to hurry or they'd be late for class.

Her head hangs low between her shoulders as she prepares to slump in her seat and pout about her missed opportunity from earlier, but the pinkette pauses upon noticing the box of chocolates placed on her desk.

"Eh--?" Neya squints at the card, reading it over several times before placing it back down. Definitely not poisoned... was this some sort of prank?! Who the heck would eat something that says this sort of thing, you'd have to be some kind of idiot to not be suspicious!

She glances around curious as to who might have left the gift, but it was only Kawahori-san and a few other kids in the room. Red eyes lock with a single eerie green and she quickly turns her head away, shaking her head in disbelief. No, it couldn’t be him…

Could it?!

[fire-gift]

I've been trying to watch s6 of c*bra kai but it's so bad now 😭

[dotcomgirrrl]

i know in my heart of hearts that the only reason the tides have turned on abes fandom perception is because he can be yaoi shipped with topher. fans were too cowardly to ship him with gandhi

[lotties-ashwagandha]

DATING AGATHA & RIO HEADCANONS

sfw and nsfw, fem!reader implied.

⬦ this is a relationship of COMPETITION. not really for you but for agatha and rio, because i imagine this relationship started with both of them individually wanting you and competing for your attention until you all said fuck it lets have a nasty threesome and agatha and rio set aside their differences in favor of lesbianism (as one does).

⬦ they still keep the same element of competition even after the three of you all become involved with one another. it's nothing malicious, but they enjoy the game of proving who can treat you better, fuck you better, take you on the most expensive dates. it always ends in your favor, you have ultimately won the power struggle (or at least are experiencing the rewards that come with it).

⬦ agatha and rio show their love in different ways, though, with agatha more inclined towards quality time and rio being one for gift-giving. all of these tendencies work their way into dates with the two of them, espeically the more expensive outings you take. rio will give you new jewelry to wear on a night out with her and agatha that agatha has planned to no end. they work hard on showing their affection, and are very intense about it when they do.

⬦ going back to nights out with them, they tend to end with you beneath them, or riding one of their straps while the other guides and watches you. they love the exclusivity they get with you in taking you home from a nice restaurant or a club and fucking you — everyone’s seen how gorgeous you look in the dress you wore, but they get to see everything underneath. it’s a show of power, they’ll always remind you that they own you.

⬦ KNIFEPLAY! sorry i just need rio to hold a knife to my throat while agatha’s eating me out i mean who said that! i mean i need rio fucking me with her strap while agatha degrades me i mean who said that! bah! i mean i need to hear agatha call rio mommy and beg her to let her come i mean who said that! smh

⬦ now to balance this out with something SFW, cooking with them! it would be a mess but such a fun mess. it always ends with the food burnt and barely edible because both rio and agatha get pissed at each other trying to follow a recipe and you’re the only one really cooking, but sometimes it ends with you getting fucked on the counter while somethings burning in the oven. sorry i know i said sfw I couldn’t help myself!!!!!!!

[svt-luna]

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lunanova_forever MOTHER?! YOU CAN’T JUST DROP THIS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH NO WARNING!!!?

lunaverse_17 NO BECAUSE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE COVER??? LUNA YOU LOOK INSANE(ly GORGEOUS)!!! I’M FRAMING THIS.

missbitch Bae Jiyeon’s favorite categories: serving cunt & breaking the internet 😩

hansolslunatic NO ONE MOVE. NO ONE BREATHE. LUNA JUST ATE EVERYONE UP WITH THIS COVER ALONE. WE HAVEN’T EVEN HEARD THE MUSIC YET.

↳ jijijiyeoniee_97 not to mention the name of the album! perfection💋🤌 Lunacy. LUNAcy. ABSOLUTE LUNACY!!

dinozoomzoom This is a whole serve. Ma’am, the visuals, the elegance, the power🫠

jeonglunaluvclub EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO HOME. LUNA JUST WON 2025.

↳ ashonashonash I feel like we have been saying that since last year… she remains winning 🤭

scoopedbycheol EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HER. JUST LOOK AT HER. SHE’S NOT EVEN HUMAN AT THIS POINT.

moonchildluna THE WAY THIS COVER SCREAMS “I’M ABOUT TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE” AND I’M JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN.

jeonghanbabie LUNA WE ARE BROKE!! YOU KNOW YOU GUYS ARE COMING BACK IN MAY RIGHT?? BUT GUESS WHAT?? I’M STILL BUYING. TAKE MY MONEY.

mingyusmealprep PRETTIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD??? NO COMPETITION???

jihoonsmuse NO BECAUSE I NEED THIS PHYSICALLY IN MY HANDS. I NEED TO STARE AT IT DAILY.

↳ caratwalletscrying NOT ONLY IS SHE SERVING MUSIC, SHE’S SERVING VISUALS. LUNA WE CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS AT ONCE.

seventeen4ever 14 SONGS??? FOURTEEN??? JIYEON, YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS.

wonwoowrites When they ask “What was the moment Luna became a legend?” Show them this cover.

↳ jeongnadaily she’s always been a legend.

lunaticforluna THESE TITLES?! OH THIS IS FOR JEONGHAN AGAIN IS IT???? WE GET IT, YOU’RE IN LOVE.

dkisthesun HOLD ON. THE BOY IS MINE??? WE KNOWWWW!!!

woozi_approved Dandelion already sounds like it’s about Jeonghan. I just KNOW it’s about him, don’t ask me how, I just do. (These all could be about Jeonghan 🤗)

junhuiismydaddy NO ONE TALK TO ME, I WILL BE UNHINGED UNTIL APRIL 30TH.

vernonssi Me trying to figure out if Yes, And? is a diss track or a motivational anthem.

wonusmoonlight YOU NAMED A SONG MOONLIGHT??? THAT’S LITERALLY ME?? LUNA, YOU DID THIS FOR ME PERSONALLY (As if Luna’s name doesn’t mean moon 😴)

sebongsalute_ SEVENTEEN OT14 COMEBACK IN MAY, LUNA SOLO IN APRIL… WE ARE NOT SURVIVING THIS. PLEDIS, PLS GIVE US A FINANCIAL AID PACKAGE.

cheolliesdimple MIDAS TOUCH????? EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD??? OH SHE’S JUST THAT BITCH!!!

svt10thyearsoon YOU KNOW WHAT?? I DON’T EVEN NEED TO HEAR IMPERFECT FOR YOU. IT’S ALREADY MY FAVORITE.

the14thwonder Everyone freaking out over the tracklist while I’m here wondering how we’re going to survive both Luna’s album and Seventeen’s 10th-anniversary album.

joshua_hong_is_real I’M CALLING IT NOW. IMPERFECT FOR YOU IS GOING TO BE THE MOST EMOTIONAL TRACK AND I’M NOT READY.

hannieandluna4ever Why do I feel like half of those songs (if not all 😝) is about Jeonghan??? LUNA, BLINK TWICE IF IT IS.

dkbiggestfan I CAN’T EVEN DECIDE WHICH ONE I’M MORE EXCITED FOR. SUPERNATURAL??? POV??? SEOUL CITY??? 14 TRACKS ALL IN ALL?? I’M STRESSED IN A GOOD WAY.

jeonghansangel BAE JIYEON YOU’RE A MENACE. FIRST, YOU DROP THE TRACKLIST LIKE IT’S NOTHING, THEN YOU TELL US WE’RE GETTING 14 SONGS WHICH ARE POSSIBLY LOVE SONGS FOR JEONGHAN??? GIVE US A BREAK.

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[miaoua3]

Weird Shit Svt Does/Loves In The Bedroom

had this thought just now while eating so here it is😭 don’t take this too seriously for legal reasons THIS IS A JOKE GUYS

scoups: having you claw at his ass while he’s fucking you three ways into sunday (dont ask why)

jeonghan: taking a break mid second round for a quick snack

joshua: food play but instead of like whipped cream or something like that he wants to bring a whole ass macaroni and cheese😭

jun: maid outfits and cat ears.

hoshi: he heard one time about omega verse and he hasn’t let you breathe ever since

wonwoo: you dressing up as his favourite character from his favourite game except its not sexy at all and they’re in a full body armour instead

woozi: silent sex (???😭 like bae im not sure if you know but it definitely shouldn’t be silent)

minghao: fucking in a botanical garden??? idk bro he’s not that weird. i think…

mingyu: the whole “first man on the moon and an alien” roleplay😭

dk: teacher-student roleplay but he wants to be the student

seungkwan: makes a competition out of sex as to who can be louder

vernon: casually watching tv while fucking and halfway through stopping so he can focus on the plot

dino: fucking in the bathroom except he slips and almost falls every time (he will never learn his lesson smh)

[sylveonellie]

imagine in like 10 years linux becomes a lot more popular and competitive with windows

but that would also mean it would have more support and development

so things would just... work? you dont have to troubleshoot simple things anymore? you dont have to hunt down some obscure forum post from 11 years ago because your desktop environment is being stubborn?

now that would just be boring, where's the fun in that smh

[messenger-of-babel]

Family Resemblance

Summary: You turn up on the doorstep of Wayne Manor, pleading for your brother to let you in. (Damian Wayne x sis!reader)

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: I originally had the Harley fic for today but I can't find it??? So ofc I did what I did best and wrote an entirely new one for today. Pivoted hard too smh. I hope people enjoy it! First Damian fic for this site so I'm still getting his personality down. Hope that people enjoy him regardless, and sorry to anyone who actually checked ahead and wanted the Harley one, I'll throw it on my blog after Angstober when I find it. Much Love~! xx

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If Damian Wayne was a spitting image of Bruce, then your mannerisms were exactly the same as Thalia's.

He had inherited the black hair and facial features of his father, something that rich Gothamites liked to point out at the galas repeatedly. However the way you held yourself on the doorstep, the tilt of your head and the shimmer in your eyes were anything but Bruce's. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn that it was Thalia herself standing there.

"What do you want?" he asked coarsely, untrusting. His eyes flicker over you, the way your eyes are rimmed and puffy, and the frown on your face. He blocks the entrance with his body, half a mind to leave you on the doorstep.

"It's been so long since we saw each other, Damian." you say softly, frown deepening. "I thought you might be happy to see me."

He scoffs. "You're still an agent of the League." he responds. "I doubt this is a personal call."

"Well, you better believe it." you say firmly, arms hugging your side. "I'm here to request protection."

His eyebrows shoot upwards at that, leaning on the doorframe. "Yeah, right." his says, tone disbelieving. "You, a fully trained assassin, can't take care of herself? I didn't realise the League had gotten so weak in recent days."

You bristle at that, the way that you tighten your hold and your jaw, but you just turn your head away and do not say anything. Damian remembered you as a spitfire, although you both were much younger then. You had a fiercely competitive spirit, and he would frequently catch you training to surpass him. Now you were taller, facial features a little more defined. Your hair was a little different, but still the same colour he remembered. What made him suspicious however was that the pride you usually had, the sheer arrogance that came with being the grandchild of Ras Ah Ghul, was diminished. He had never seen you hang your head outside of being scolded or disciplined by the League, and he hadn't expected to see it on the doorstep of Wayne manor of all things.

"Damian, please." you say with a sigh, shaking your head in defeat. "I have nowhere to go."

He sighs but tosses his head. Sure, you were his twin, his sister, but his gut won out. "I can't let you in." he says, frowning. "The League will be mad if they know you're here. You should go home before mother finds out, if she hasn't already."

He goes to close the door, but you block it with your foot.

"I'm running from them!" you shout, eyes glossing over as you press against the door, fighting to get it open. "They're going to kill me, please Damian, please! Mother, the League, they're going to kill me." you cry, sticking an arm though the crack you've managed to hold open.

"Just what is happening here?" Comes a stern voice, followed by the clipping of dress shoes. Damian turns to see Alfred, a frown pulled over the elderly man's face. With the moment of distraction you shove the door forward, throwing Damian off balance and eh stumbles away from the door. Now that it's fully open you rush through, the tears that were brewing now dripping from the corner of your eyes.

"You have to help me." you say, lips trembling and gaze fitting between your brother and the elderly man. Alfred looks between you and Damian, who's rolling his eyes. "Don't believe them." he scoffs. Alfred looks at him with a disappointed look.

"And what makes you say that, Master Damian?"

"Because she's my sister." he huffs, pushing off from rocking on his heels. "And like our mother, she's a liar."

Alfred looks down at him in shock before turning back to you and gently grabbing your arm. He sends a pointed look to Damian. "Go fetch your father, he is in his office this evening." he says, making Damian narrow his eyes.

"You cannot be serious."

Alfred meets his stare, managing to get Damian to look away first. "I think if he has another child, he deserves to know." he says haughtily, before his face warms looking back to you. "Let's get you settled with a nice cup of tea, and you can let me know what's brought you here today, hm?" he says, making a smile ripple across your face.

"I'd like that." your sniffle, rubbing at your nose. As Alfred leads you away you send a hopeful stare to your brother, who responds with a glare before he turns on his heel.

Alfred entertains you until a man comes into the living room, well dressed but eyes are tired and lined with bags. Damian trails behind him, matching the clipped step of the older man. You meet the eyes of the man you know as Bruce Wayne, rising to your feet and giving him a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you." you say softly, eyes hesitant as you look at him. A smile falls across Bruce’s face, and he crouches to your height.

"No need for formality. Damian tells me you’re his sister, is that right?" he asks softly. You study his face, and you can see your brother in his features, the lines of his chin and nose. The same black hair, same one-sided grin that falls to the left.

"That's correct, sir." you say politely. "We're twins."

Bruce hums, standing up and walking to one side of the couch to settle. "I assume you know that I'm your father then too?" he asks, and you can see in his body language that he's preparing for the chance that you weren't aware.

"I know." you say softly. "Mother told me when we sent Damian away."

You see how his eyes darken when you mention Thalia, knuckles coming up for his teeth to scrape against. Then he hums, and the hesitance that was around him fades. "Damian also tells me that you're also a part of the League." The warmth that he was holding flickers away for a brief second, and you can see the eyes of Batman studying you, even without the cowl.

You nod. "Yes sir." you say, eyes filling up once more. "I was being trained alongside Damian, and mother continued after he left. However, I made her angry, well, not her exactly..." you trail off. "I made grandfather angry."

Bruce leans forward onto his knees, and Damian sends you a quizzical glance from your peripheral vision. "You mean Ras?" he asks.

You nod, wiping your tears with your fingers before Alfred offers you the handkerchief from his pocket.

"I wanted to prove myself, but when it came to it, to having to kill someone..." you take a shaky breath. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't do something that awful. I realised that killing senselessly wasn't going to fix the world. When I refused, Grandfather chased me out. Even mother." your hands shaky as you cry into the handkerchief. "The League is hunting me, and there's never been anyone who's ever escaped their grasp. Except one." you raise your head up, eyes glistening.

"That's why I need your help." you whisper. "I know I had to find my father."

Damian makes a noise of disgust, drawing all sets of eyes to him. He comes forward, arms crossed. "You really believe her?" he asks incredulously, a hand thrown your way in distaste. "She's clearly lying."

"Damian," Bruce warns.

"No, father." he snaps back, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. "I don't know what you want, sister, but you're a liar. You've killed before. We both have, as soon as we could hold a weapon."

"But I realise it was wrong now!" you protest.” I realised that I have a choice, and I could start making my own decisions. I didn't need to kill."

"Bullshit, plus he's not your father-"

"Damian." Bruce calls, voice heavy and stern. His handsome face is sending a glare to Damian, not backing down when the boy sends once back. "That's enough."

Alfred grabs the young boy's arm, making him sit down on the couch opposite you. You turn your eyes back towards Bruce. "Please," you plead, and the older man sighs. "I don't have anywhere else to run."

Bruce wipes a hand over his face before signalling to Alfred. "Give us a moment, sweetheart." he says, standing and placing a warm hand on your shoulder. "We'll work something out, just give us a second to discuss." He sends you a smile as he and the older man leave the room, headed up the stairs, likely to his study.

That left the both of you in a room together.

It's tense between you two, and the way Damian refuses to look at you doesn't make it better. "Damian, please look at me." you say softly. "Do you really hate me that much?" you begin to cry, trying to keep the sounds sealed behind your lips. That makes Damian break, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We aren't children anymore." he chides. "Stop crying."

"Sorry Dami." you sniffle, biting your lip. You look over to your brother, fidgeting in your spot and itching to get closer to him. however, you could tell through the body language of the young boy, that he was already closer to you than he'd like.

When you call him that nickname, he lets his shoulders sag. If he was completely honest with his feelings, he would tell you deep down that he did miss you, that he had thought of you the first time he had moved into the manor.

You were twins and were raised together, always together. You slept in the same rooms, you sparred together, you ate together, you did tasks for the League together. Leaving and going to Bruce was the first time he had ever been apart from you, and he could still recall the way you waved goodbye at him sadly when mother had taken his hand and told him he was going to carry out something important.

He had never seen you since, until now.

"I really missed you, Damian." you sniffle, giving him a hopeful smile. "I wanted my brother back. it was so lonely, so so lonely without you. I had no one to spar with, and Mother never let me see you."

"I... missed you too." he huffs out, arms crossing over his chest and your eyes brighten.

"Really?" you ask, voice hopeful. You cast a quick look the way the two older men went before standing up, hands nervously clasped in front of you. "Can I ...Can I hug you again?" your voice wavers, shaking slightly. Damian softens for only a fraction.

Just once, he'd let you hug him like before, and then you would be gone.

Out of his hair. Back to Thalia.

"Just once." he finally concedes as you come over, and he awkwardly holds his arms out once he’d stood up. When he looks down at you and your eyes meet his, he sees his twin sister from those years ago that followed him like a shadow. He saw the traces of your smile that stayed the same, the same way that mother smiled, just a tinge sweeter. However, as your arms wrapped around him and then tightened, he remembered the first thought he had when seeing you again on the doorstep, and his breath catches slightly.

Damian was a spitting image of Bruce, but you were still a mini Thalia.

He can't even push you away when he feels the shooting pain in his back, crying out before your hand clamps over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Your smile, like Thalia's, except coated in a much sweeter poison. Your eyes that were leaking tears so heavily before now cold and scornful.

Damian feels his body drop to the floor, or more accurately, he’s unable to feel his body.

There's a tingle that starts in his fingers and toes but goes up past his arms, limbs not moving when he tries to, mouth not moving in the right shape to form words. "You were so close, brother." you hum, looking down at him crumpled on the floor. The feeling of wetness begins creeping across his back into the shirt he wore, and he knows that it's most likely his blood staining his shirt. "It seems that mother was right, spending time with father has made you soft."

"Why?" he croaks out, trying to crane his head upwards weakly. His face is pressed into the carpet, and he only manages to turn it slightly.

"Because everyone loves you." you spit, and he grows confused. "Because even though you're here, and I'm still there," you hiss, waving the blade you had concealed in your sleeve, "Grandfather still wants you to be the Demons Head. The same way that he wanted father to be his predecessor. Even though I've killed, razed cities, hunted criminals just to show him how much more capable I was than you."

Your words drip with a cold malice, a cruel flicker of your lips pulling in a grin. "But you are right. Mother doesn't know that I'm out. She would forbid me from killing you, but it isn't her decision." you say with a roll of your eyes, as if this situation was all too regular for you. Damian's vision is beginning to grow blurry, the ache turning into a sting and finally a burn that began consuming his back. He groans in pain, the wound angry and he shifts it slightly.

"Now they'll finally see." you say, voice wavering. tears spring back to your eyes, and he can tell that these ones are real this time. You clean the knife with the handkerchief before dropping it in front of his face, the embroidered 'A. P' catching his eye on the blood-soaked cloth.

"I'll be the head of the League that you never deserved to be, the head that people fail to see that I can be."

You storm away from the scene, footsteps light before you turn around. "Goodbye, Damian." you say softly, before you melt into the shadows and he can no longer see you. The logical part of his brain yells at him to slow his breathing to slow the loss of blood and your poison. It screams at him, knowing he should have never gotten caught off guard in the first place. Yet as you walk away, his brain can only conjure the image of the little girl he used to share a room with, who got scared of the dark at night. The same girl who'd steal the things he hated off his plate at mealtime, so he didn't have to eat them.

Even as he slipped into unconsciousness, the sound of alarmed yelling far away ringing in his ears, all he could think about was the young girl he left behind one too many years ago. The young girl who had grown into Thalia faster than he had grown into Bruce.

[revelboo]

Cannot believe that knockout has a HUMAN side piece and that breakdown is jealous of them smh 😔

(I love your writing sm btw I'm binging everything)

I can see Breakdown being the more attentive, affectionate of the two in a relationship once he gets over the fear of reader stealing Knockout. Any unpleasantness with the human just gets pawned off on him by Knockout, though. You’re sick? Ew. No, that’s Breakdown’s problem now.

My Favorite Accident Pt 10

TFP Knockout x Reader x Breakdown

• Heart racing as the car puts itself into gear and starts rolling, wheel turning, you dig your fingers into your thighs. There’s something seriously wrong with you for being relieved that you’re being grabbed by one of them, someone who knows Knockout and not some random, human druggie. “We race together,” you say, putting your hands in your lap remembering how weird Knockout was about you touching things inside him. “Are you his friend?” Because you really wish you’d asked Knockout more questions about his people. He’s gossiped enough though to remember names he’s dropped. And one he’d mentioned more than any other. “You’re Breakdown, right?”

• Engine stuttering for a klik at the fact that Knockout had told you about him, he growls. What exactly had the medic told you? “That’s right.” And okay, that voice of yours is soothing. Is that the fascination? Knockout just liking how you sound? Knows Knockout can be a bit funny about things he finds pretty, but aside from that soft voice, you’re just another organic flesh bag. Nothing special. Why reveal himself? “He talks to you about me often?”

• Enough to know this is his bestie and maybe something a bit more. Do alien robots do romance? Because when he’d mentioned this guy, he’d sounded almost wistful for all of five seconds before catching himself and swapping back to arrogant condescension. “He said you look after the,” you begin and hesitate as you scrabble for the word he’d used, “Vehicons. Make sure they have what they need.” Even if Knockout had sounded torn between almost admiration and annoyed bemusement by that. Like Breakdown was wasting his time.

• Engine rumbling as you fidget in his passenger seat, he vents. “Someone has to,” he mutters. It had been an insult when they’d put him over the cloned soldiers, but really, they’re Cybertronians, too. They have sparks. And he’d just shrugged it off, doing his assignment to the best of his ability. Trying to lobby for better conditions, a bit more rations for them. “Those energon mines are death traps even when we’re not at war.”

• “I think that’s what Knockout admires about you. That you care,” you say, because staying on this guy’s good side seems prudent. And you have no idea where he’s taking you, but you’re starting to get worried. “You’re not driving me out in the desert to dump my body, are you?” Because he’d left the outskirts of your little town miles ago. And he laughs, but also doesn’t answer your question. “Cause Knockout may be a little put out at losing the only real competition he has in the races.” No response. Alright then. You grab his gear shift and shove it into park catching him by surprise as he shudders and snarls, hear his startled alien swearing as you claw at the little nob to unlock the door, breaking a nail before throwing open the door and running flat out.

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