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in1-nutshell · 4 months ago

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Hi! can you do request of Tf Crossover and also them meeting each other?

Both TFA & TFE Silver Aid(s) and Fearless Buddy meeting each other

Add: Having their respective Megatrons going with their respective Buddies when the portal happens and also them meeting each other counterparts

Bonus: I Imagine something like this, you can add this or not… Bot/Con: so (Tfa) Silver… Gotta asked what with you and your Megatron, you two seem… Close? Tfa Silver Aid: well… Tfa Megatron: what's wrong With being with her Conjux? Bot/Con, Fearless, TFE Silver aid, & (tfe & mtmte) Megatrons: … WHAT/HUH?!? Fearless: … I …Have… An INTERDIMESIONAL MOM! Tfe & MTMTE Megatrons & TFE Silver: … Bot/Con: wait… Buddy (TFE silver aid) are you also with your Megatron? TFE Silver & Meg: …

Later after the TFA and TFE are going home… Bot: Megatron! We must find your wife! Meg: w- Fearless: YESSS!

Finally!

I have seen this one around and every time I'm close to getting to write for it, POOF!

Not this time!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless and MTMTE Megatron meets TFA/TFE Silver Aid and their Megatron's

SFW, Romance, Platonic, Familial, Human reader, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

MTMTE/TFA/TFE

or alternative title...

3 Things that have definitely happened once TFA Silver Aid, Megatron and TFE Silver Aid and Megatron came on the Lost Light.

1. Webs

Once everything gets calmed down with the two Megatron’s and their respected bot companions, Fearless is at the new bots sides in a flash.

The Megatron’s have no idea why this little human is looking at them up and down… judging them?

Then they move to the spider bots.

Fearless: “Do you have webs?” TFE Silver Aid: “Why yes. Would you like to see?” Fearless: "I want to test both your webs durability.” TFA Silver Aid: “I like what you’re thinking kiddo.”

Fearless ends up giving the spider bots a tour around the ship.

The human and the techno organics have a lovely chat the entire tour, from random talks about their families to random things their respected Megatron’s have done.

At some point, Fearless shows the pair Spiderman stunts on their data pad.

TFE Megatron: “Where is Silver Aid?” MTMTE Megatron: “I assure you that she is safe on this ship.” TFA Megatron: “That still doesn’t answer our question Megatron.” All three of them stop in their tracks at the scene in front of them. Both Silver Aid’s were upside down on the ceiling catching Fearless who was jumping from servo to servo. MTMTE Megatron: “…” TFA Megatron: “What is going on…” TFE Megatron: “Not even Dot or the kids were like this…” TFE looks at MTMTE. TFE Megatron: “Do they do this often?” MTMTE Megatron: “You have no idea…”

2. Meg talk

It took a while to get the two new Megatron’s to calm down.

Especially with their spider companions walking around the ship with a human as their only guard.

It was MTMTE Megatron to get them to sit down and get a drink.

He understands their worry and the anxieties that bring when going into a new universe.

The three of them begin to talk after a few minutes of awkward silence.

TFA Megatron is surprised to hear that TFE and MTMTE Megatron both surrendered.

He does laugh a bit in their faces for giving up, but he does realize how much happier many of the bots around him are.

Without fear of war looming over their helms.

It was… peaceful.

A future he wished to share with Silver Aid.

TFA Megatron: “And what about the human. I can’t help but notice that I’ve only seen one of them around the ship. TFE Megatron: “He brings a good point. Where are their parents?” MTMTE Megatron: “I am.” TFA/TFE Megatron: "…” MTMTE Megatron: “Adopted.” TFA Megatron: “But…a human?” MTMTE Megatron with a slight glare: “Do you have a problem with them?” TFA Megatron: “No, not that. I’m just curious to the why?” MTMTE Megatron: “Well, they weren’t always like this. Before they were very polite, dare I say shy.” TFE Megatron looks over at Fearless showing both Silver Aid’s how many marshmallows they could fit in their mouth. TFE Megatron: “Then what happened?” MTMTE Megatron: “From what memory serves me right, I wasn’t a part of the crew originally, they spent a month on the ship and met Whirl.” CRASH! All three Megatron’s look over to see said bot chucking a glass cube at Cyclonus’s helm. Whirl: “And that’s for ignoring me this morning!” Cyclonus: “Whirl I was still asleep.” Whirl: “No excuses!” Cyclonus: “It was 3 in the morning.” Whirl: “Don’t care Horn head! Prepare to fight!” TFA/TFE Megatron both look at MTMTE Megatron. TFA/TFE Megatron: “Oh…”

3. Conjunx

You’d have to be a blind bot not to realize that the two Megatron’s were a bit… close with their companion.

Brainstorm was the one who brought up the organic part of the bots.

TFE Silver Aid didn’t have an exact answer for that.

She just knew that she onlined one day in a cave like this.

Cue the concern looks from some bots around the bar.

Fearless made sure to pat her servo.

TFA Silver Aid gave a short version of how she became a techno organic.

Excluding certain names for good measure.

Fearless clung onto her neck cables gently stroking her back.

Many bots winced hearing some of the details of the spider bites.

A random bot made a comment to TFA Megatron about picking up a stray.

TFA Megatron looked murderous but calmed down when his Silver Aid just shook her helm.

TFA Megatron: “Anyways, if I hadn’t gotten Silver Aid, I wouldn’t have the best medic in the Decepticon army.” Most of the medics turned to the spider bot. Ratchet: “You’re a medic?” TFA Silver Aid smiles: “Yes, and the ONLY one Megatron has.” Rodimus sits next to her and gives her a playful grin. Rodimus: “Well Doctor, I seem to be having some pain on my face, mind taking a look?” TFE Silver Aid giggles a bit at the young Prime’s antics. TFA Silver Aid also chuckled a bit and decided to play along. She gently holds the Prime’s faceplate and studies his face. TFA Silver Aid: “Hmm… don’t see anything wrong here Rodimus. I give you a clean bill of health.” Rodimus gives her a playful wink. TFA Silver Aid laughed a bit still holding the mechs face. TFA Megatron seething in his seat. TFA Megatron: “Rodimus, I suggest you stop flirting with my Conjunx if you don’t want a blast to your—” Everyone at the bar: “YOU’RE CONJUNX!” Fearless jumping enthusiastically. Fearless: “I’VE GOT SPIDERWOMEN AS MY MOM’S!”

Suddenly the TFA’s were bombarded with questions about their lives.

How had they met?

Who asked who out first?

Who could throw the other farthest?

That one was from Whirl.

But the TFE’s were also bombarded with questions.

Mainly all asking if they were Conjunxes.

This left TFE Silver Aid extremely confused and a flustered Megatron trying to answer the questions and denying any bonds.

Thank goodness MTMTE Megatron put a stop to the questions, even though he had a whole list to ask himself.

He feels a bit daft for not seeing the looks his counter parts were giving to their partners.

A familiar sound of the portals rung out in the bar.

Each respected Megatron’s gave a short goodbye before getting their partners.

TFE’s went in first.

TFE Megatron held onto Silver Aid’s servo tightly as they went through.

The TFA’s were next.

TFA Megatron had picked up Silver Aid bridal style and quickly marched into the portal without another word.

Fearless patting Megatron on the arm. Megatron looks at them confused. Fearless: “Don’t worry Meg’s, I’ll find you a wife.” Megatron: “What!” Fearless: “Theres gotta be a Silver Aid in this universe. Don’t worry, I’ll find her! Who’s with me!” Megatron: “Absolutely—” Whirl and serval other bots in the bar: “Yeah! Megatron sighs tiredly and turns to Swerve. Megatron: “A strong cube of engex please.” Swerve passing him a bottle. Swerve: “It’s on the house. Good luck with whatever Fearless has in store for you.”

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pimosworld · 6 months ago

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Only if you catch me

Pairing-Frankie Morales x f!reader

Series Summary-You meet Frankie when you least expect it. Both of you hiding from your past and trying to find each other won’t be easy, but it’s worth it if forever is with him.

Series Warnings- 18+,MDNI, NSFW, Angst, hurt/comfort, Slow-ish burn, Explicit Smut, D/S dynamics, canon typical violence, Tom is mentioned (but dead), The boys got the money, Frankie helping reader open up in the bedroom, mentions of past abusive relationships, recovering addict, PTSD, tough family relationships, healing through therapy, protective Frankie, protective TF boys, found family, reader is a photographer , no description of reader other than the nickname Flash.

WC-7k (who am I?)

A/N- This introductory chapter got me so excited for this. I hope you love these two as much as I do.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter 1. Aperture

This should be a simple shoot.

In and out.

Easy enough to dust off the cobwebs and get your name out there in a new city. An amateur boxer about to go pro. He needs a promo bill for some huge fight he has coming up. The details don’t really concern you about why. It’s the who.

Capturing a good shot isn’t about the camera or the angle, it’s not even about the time of day or lighting. That’s all secondary to who and what is in front of the lense. The emotion makes the image feel one hundred times better than the camera could ever try to capture.

You figured this would be a good way to dip your toes back into working.

You're early. An odd habit you picked up from knowing that the most meaningful shots are captured when everyone’s guard is down. When the family is setting up or when the bride is hanging out with her friends. When everyone is too preoccupied to pose…that’s when the magic happens.

It’s a modest gym, warehouse style on the edge of town. Thankfully not far from your new apartment so you didn’t have to stress about still not knowing your way around. Judging by the minimal trucks in the parking lot it’s a private shoot. That helps your nerves settle a little more not having to be in too large of a crowd.

You can tell you’re stalling so you brace your hand on your tote bag and the other on the door handle and haul yourself out of the old green Jeep. The most tried and true possession you own besides the Nikon Z nestled neatly in its case.

****

Low rumbles of men’s voices hit you when you enter the gym. The scent of sweat soaked leather and old wooden floors. The faint hint of liniment and gym mats.

The front desk is empty but you wait there for a brief moment. Taking in the clean front entry way with various pictures on the wall. Some posed and some candids of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. Just beyond the desk is a large framed photo of some of the men and one brunette clad in military gear.

A huge roar of laughter sounds from the other room, a welcoming sound that you feel yourself being pulled towards. So you take a deep breath, shrugging your strap higher on your shoulder and venture towards it.

You wanted to look nice,professional on your first job. Now the heels clicking against the wood, signaling to the men that a woman is approaching seems like the worst idea you’ve ever had. All eyes land on you as you enter the main area of the gym. There’s two men in the ring. One man is hunched over, dripping sweat as he looks like he ran several miles. A tall blonde leans on the ropes, looking the opposite of exhausted as he does nothing to disguise the way he rakes up and down your form. A huskier version of him is making his way towards you, a look in his eyes almost like he’s stalking prey, yet there’s something familiar there and it dawns on you that they were in the photo.

Another man across the room leans against the wall, his broad back turned away from everyone while he talks on his phone. His hand flits nervously to the back of his neck as he continues his conversation in hushed words.

“You’re early. I like that.” The man extends his hand and you compose yourself briefly to offer a former handshake than he expected. You can see it in his eyes as he releases it. “I’m Will, that’s my brother Ben in the ring that you’ll be taking photos of.”

“Hi sweetheart.” Ben blows you a kiss with his gloved hand and you raise your eyebrows at the forward gesture. Handsome, cocky, definitely not your type.

“Ignore him.”

“It’s kind of my job to do the opposite.” You offer up as you make your way to an open bench and he laughs genuinely.

You can feel the nerves rolling off you in waves as you open your bag to set up your camera. You know they’re watching, waiting for instruction and something about having the cool heavy metal in your hand always turns you into a bit of a bossy bitch. You don’t mean it but you can tell around these men you’ll have to hold your own or run the risk of being treated like a joke.

Will had already gone over in great detail via email what his vision was for Ben’s promo. The man was meticulous in his description of how he wanted his brother to look. You could tell how much he cared about his image in the way he wanted you to capture his youthfulness and passion for the sport. You didn’t need any further direction when you squared up alongside the ring.

“You here to capture my boyish good looks?” Ben flexes his muscles as you take a photo catching him slightly off guard.

“Just pretend I’m not here.” You gesture towards the other man in the ring who’s finally gained some composure.

“That’s James, don’t worry about him. He likes getting his ass kicked.”

“Oh…I guess you would know.” Ben scoffs and Will has to hide his smile behind his hands at your banter. Not one to back down from a little teasing and unbeknownst to Ben capturing candid photos while he tries to flirt.

You flit your eyes to Will in a silent communication.

“Ben! Focus please.”

It’s almost immediate the way he switches to fight mode. Dancing around his opponent, toying with him like he’s a child. He doesn’t seem phased by the snap of your camera as you take a few test shots.

The way he bites his lip when he’s squaring up his opponent. How he bounces left to right when he doesn’t have a good shot. Maybe only you notice because you’re watching him so intently when he realizes he’s found his opening. His vision zeroes in and his movements cease.

That’s when you take the shot.

“He’s too photogenic.” The low sultry voice registers behind you but it doesn’t cause you to startle.

“Disgustingly so.”

He laughs, and there it is again. The boldened, unadulterated laugh that these men have a lock on.

You don’t have to turn around to know the mysterious voice is accompanied by the man that you’ve been eyeing since you got here. He’s confident enough to penetrate your bubble of safety to occasionally peek over your shoulder as you check the shots you're getting.

If he notices you flinch at the sound of leather meeting skin he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s a shame such a handsome face chooses to subject itself to such torture.” You say as you continue to adjust the angle. He glances over to you, watching you work. Trying to keep his eyes off your legs exposed in your knee high sundress.

His body is closer to you now, this stranger.

“He doesn’t make a habit of getting hit.” He smirks when you look at him and there’s no cover for you as your lips curl into a smile. “It’s easy to not pretend that he’s so good looking.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

He looks at you then as he brushes his fingers along his lips. Chocolate brown eyes piercing into you and you can’t help but snap a picture.

It’s brief. The moment of apprehension from him as you study the photo on your lense camera. This stranger is awaiting your approval. Likely not having his photo taken in such an intimate setting in quite some time. Another one of the handsome men from the front desk picture.

It takes you by surprise when you see it.

If he notices he doesn’t say a word.

He’s beautiful. An old world beauty with all hard lines and soft eyes. He sidles up next to you and the warmth emanating from him is enough to have you delirious.

“So…what’s the verdict?”

You bite your lip and hold on as you glance up at him. His mouth slightly parted in an o shape as he watches you release it.

“You’re a natural.”

“Francisco.”

You give him your name and he says it like a command.

“Hey, I’m not paying you to take pictures of his ugly mug.” Ben’s voice cuts through the little moment you were having with him as he flips his friend off, looking a little sheepish at having displayed it in front of you.

You send him an apologetic look as you get back to work. You occasionally check the images to make sure the lighting isn’t off. It’s glaringly obvious that Ben is posing and it’s throwing you off. You want him to look more natural but instead it’s coming off like a cheesy catalog.

“So…you borrowing that camera from Andy?” There’s that voice again, so close to you and you can’t deny it does something that you wish it wouldn’t.

You smirk glancing down at the black and white label just above your lense.

ANDY

“No, that’s her name…Andromeda.” Offering up no further explanation you continue shooting, walking around the ring because you have to find a way to work around Ben's chaos.

He’s following closely behind as his heavy footsteps creak on the old wood floors. His arms crossed against his chest as you look over your shoulder. His face reads exactly what you would expect from purposefully leaving someone in the dark for your own amusement.

“Andy because Andromeda wouldn’t fit…Andromeda was rumored to be the most beautiful and…” You trail off as you admire it in your hand. “She’s the most beautiful in my collection and the most important to me.”

Running his tongue over the front of his teeth you think he wants to make fun but it’s quite the opposite. You’re distractingly beautiful and cute and if he was feeling adventurous he’d call you Andromeda but he’s not confident enough to dish that one out. So he stays quiet.

Too quiet.

You’re panicking thinking how you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of this handsome man and you should back pedal. Explain away your ramblings because you’re so used to not being understood. Yet he surprises you.

“I have a heli named Lucy.”

He mentions all casually and you have to register that he means helicopter. Subtle

“Francisco.”

“Frankie, my friends call me.”

“Frankie…you own a helicopter?”

Will stepped into the ring to let Ben know he can stop torturing James. Frankie has to thank his friend as he sees him grab Ben to keep him from intruding on one of the best conversations he’s had in awhile.

“It’s not meant to be a brag, but yes.”

You hum in approval as you turn to look at him. Your eyes pin him to the spot and he feels his face grow hot.

“Lucy is a lucky lady.”

It’s the gleam in your eyes. The way his stomach does a flip when he gets a whiff of your perfume. He’d throw away all notions of the cliche love at first sight because maybe he finally sees how it’s possible. It also welcomes another uneasy feeling. The feeling that people are so quick to settle for less, something he’s done most of his life because that’s what he thought he deserved. His last few relationships he settled just to feel comfortable and one of those almost took him under.

“So did you turn me into a model or what?” Ben slaps Frankie on the back and he’s never wanted to strangle him more. “Or what.” Mumbled under his breath and he catches your smile ear to ear.

You don’t answer as you see Will approaching already knowing who has the final say.

Ben’s ribbing him, sending all sorts of suggestive eyes at Frankie as he wraps his sweaty body on his shoulders and you slink away to handle business.

****

“These look great.” You know Will is being nice when it comes to your work…you don’t want nice. You want honest.

“They could look better.” He snorts as he looks over at his brother shadow boxing Frankie.

“Tell me more.”

****

You’d said your goodbyes and made your way out of the gym with your dignity intact. Stepping out into the parking lot to take the first deep breath in over an hour.

Will was thoroughly impressed with the photos. So impressed that he asked you…practically begged you to photograph Ben's upcoming fight. You think this may have just been an audition for that but you can’t be mad since he paid you for today and you got to meet Frankie.

He could sense your apprehension and assured you that the fights are nothing but professional and he would be there if you had any concerns. Of course you were secretly hoping Frankie would be there as well.

Since moving to Tampa Florida a year ago you knew dating was out of the question. The dramatic fashion in which you ended up here was enough to have you swearing off all forms of a relationship. As the months passed and you watched your savings dwindle you knew it was only a matter of time before you picked up your camera again and tried to find that sliver of hope that you hadn’t lost the passion for something you once loved.

Meeting Frankie was unexpected and it makes you wonder if you’re even ready for this. It seems you’re getting a little ahead of yourself because all you received when you left him was a polite nice to meet you. You didn’t miss the way his friends looked at him as though he had more to say.

You put the keys in the ignition of your old Jeep praying to anyone listening that it will still turn over. You know it’s on its last leg but you definitely can’t afford a new car right now. The weak ac blows in your face as it roars to life and you curse yourself for having chosen a place so humid that everything clings to you to the point of suffocation.

Your phone is buzzing in your tote and you already know who it is before checking.

“Hi Dom.”

“How’d you know it was me?” You take a long pause and hear her chuckle on the other end.

“Dominique, you’re the only person I talk to.”

Your sister, the only family member you can still stomach talking to. The only sane one who understood your struggles and didn’t dismiss your need to separate from your toxic mom and stepdad.

You felt bad leaving her behind but she had a family of her own that kept her afloat. Her wife Elise and your adorable nephew Casey were the only family you acknowledged at this point.

“So how was the shoot?” You can hear it in her voice. You know what she’s really asking. Are you okay?

“It was great honestly.” You pause long enough for her to seem worried. She always worried, being your older sister.

“Hmmm.”

“I’m being honest. It went a lot better than I thought. I was having second thoughts at first with this being my first one, but the second I started it was like riding a bike.”

“And you were fine with the fighting?” A beat of silence.

“Yes…it wasn’t really fighting, more so just throwing a few punches and dancing around.” You clear your throat. “The boxer is actually a sweetheart. His friend and brother were there too and they were really nice.”

“Ohhh tell me more about this boxer.”

“Oh no he’s not the one.-“ You hadn’t stopped yourself in enough time to catch the way you specified that there was one.

“The brother…wait no let me guess.” You groan at your sister’s incessant detective skills. “It’s the friend isn’t it?”

“It’s no one actually.” Which isn��t quite a lie. “Oh shit.”

You hear your sister frantically asking what’s wrong when you see Frankie exiting the gym. It looks like he’s coming right towards you but maybe he’s just parked near you. You don’t seem to be that lucky when he rounds the side of your car and taps on the window.

“Give me a sec Dom.”

You roll down the window as you try to calm your beating heart. He leans against the side slightly ducking to shield himself from the sun and you notice how snugly his shirt fits around his bicep.

“This Jeep has to be almost twenty years old.” He glances in at the pristine interior admiring your mini camera charm hanging from the rearview mirror.

“Wow, we’re starting off with insults.” You smile and he can’t help the way it’s already so easy with you.

“It was meant as a compliment.” The way he drops his voice and his close proximity has you sweating, or maybe the humidity is taking over. “Anyway…I just wanted to let you know I’ll be there on Friday. Will said you seemed a little nervous.”

You groan as you hide your face in your hands “Was it that obvious?”

He hesitates as he looks at the worry lines between your brows, wanting to smooth them out with his thumb and he thinks me might actually be losing his mind over you. “No…I’m sure it was fine.”

Fine

He removes his cap as he runs his fingers through his hair and it’s not evident if he’s doing it on purpose or if it’s a nervous habit but you wish he would stop looking so handsome.

“I look forward to seeing you and Andy on Friday.” His eyebrow arched and his lips curled up into a smile.

You plop your hands dramatically on the steering wheel. “I’ll be the awkward one with a camera if you can’t find me.” You both laugh and a moment passes as you wait for something, you’re not sure what. “Bye Frankie.”

You roll up your window and sigh at the cool air hitting your damp skin as he takes one last look at you over his shoulder. You think he’s heading to leave but he retreats back into the gym and you realize he came out here looking for you. You are so fucked.

You shakily hold the phone up to your ear. “Dom, you still there?”

A shriek echoes in your ear as you hold the phone away.

“I’m deaf now…are you happy?” You can practically see her face on the other end. All teeth and tongue as she tries to contain her sarcasm.

“Who’s Frankie, how does he know about Andy? What’s happening on Friday?” She’s spiraling now and you don’t have the patience to sit in this parking lot any longer.

“I gotta go Dom, I’ll explain later.”

“Don’t you dare hang up-“

****

Friday

You’d been nervously counting down the days leading up to the fight for several reasons. The thought of seeing Frankie again and the fact that Will had a lot of confidence that you were going to be perfect for the job. Despite never having watched a professional fight let alone photographed one terrified you.

Blood made you squeamish and the thought of possibly witnessing any broken bones had you sweating through your shirt.

You’re early again but Will was impressed by that. The fight is being hosted at a much larger gym so you wanted to make sure you didn’t get lost on the way. Giving yourself a once over before hopping out of your car with your tote and Andy in tow.

Heels didn’t seem appropriate for a fight so you went for a casual look of jeans and some thrifted tee shirt from ages ago that had Mike Tyson on the front.

Going anywhere alone always gives you anxiety but you muster up the courage to head inside. The moment you step through the door it’s an assault on your senses. The unmistakable scent of stale sweat and cheap cologne greets you. There’s a lot of people already here crowding around the ring and taking their seats. The air vibrates with a hum of conversations, discussions of strategy and predictions.

There’s a clear divide of supportive colors, some people clad in red and other patrons in all black with Miller boxing on the back of their shirts.

You’re thankful no one seems to notice you as you mill about searching for that one familiar face you’re hoping is here like he said he would be.

You’re taken aback by a promo poster of Ben along the wall. The image of the tall blonde flexing with his arms raised, looking proud as a peacock was definitely a photo you took the other day. Whoever designed the poster did an amazing job at not taking away the raw charm of the original photo.

“Admiring your work.” Will steps up next to you, arms crossed as he stares proudly at the photo.

“This poster looks pretty good for such a quick turn around.” You told him with a genuine smile.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I dabble here and there with photoshop.”

He notices you glancing around him, a small smirk gracing his features. “Looking for someone?”

This isn’t the first time you notice how obnoxiously intuitive he is. “No, just taking in the scenery.” It’s a lie he'll let you get away with for now.

“I’m actually glad you’re early, if you don’t mind snapping some shots of Ben in the locker room.” He gestures towards the large double doors across the room.

You have to laugh at him. “I don’t mind doing my job, Will. It’s what you hired me for right?”

He starts walking and you follow close behind. “Sorry, I’m used to giving orders to men and asking for permission from women.”

“Will, please don’t ever apologize for that.” You add before he opens the door stepping aside to usher you in. His presence is so reassuring, it’s dizzying being around men that actually make you feel safe for the first time since you left home.

Will whistles and it echoes off the walls in the locker room. Ben glances up from his hands being taped and shoots you a nervous smile. You can tell his attitude is in fight mode, his adrenaline no doubt focused on his opponent. The bouncing, jovial man from the other day is subdued, concentrating on the task in front of him.

Your hands instinctively reach for your camera to capture the pre-fight moments. There’s a woman taping his hands with red hair and strikingly beautiful green eyes. She doesn’t seem to mind as you close in on their space to get a shot of her intricate tape. Ben’s hands shake slightly but he does his best to hold them still.

He’s clad in all black shorts and shrugs off the Miller boxing shirt when she’s done taping. He can’t help himself as he turns to you and flexes.

“I think this is your signature pose.” You say as he turns to his brother, sending him a look of ‘I told you so’.

“Don’t encourage him.” The woman adds as Will slides up next to her planting a kiss on her cheek.

“I think you both forgot why she’s here.” Ben gestures to you. “Yours truly is the main event.”

“I don’t know how the other guys gonna fit in the ring with Ben and his ego.” Will and the woman laugh as Ben looks less than amused and you snap a photo, candids being your favorite.

“I’m sorry, excuse my manners.” His hand placed gently along her lower back as he ushered her towards you. “This is my wife Amber.”

She raises her eyebrows at him as you offer your name and you look slightly confused as Ben scoffs. “I’m his fiancé, but I should be flattered at how eager he is to be my husband.”

“Wife has a better ring to it.” He leans in kissing her again and Ben just groans.

“They’re like this all the time. It’s obnoxious.” He says with mock disgust.

You snap another photo of the intimate moment, since they didn’t protest the first. I think it’s beautiful.

****

Still no sign of him

But you can’t think about that right now as Benny prepares to enter the ring. The bright lights surrounding the room and the raucous noise is starting to get to you but you take a few deep breaths and hope you can hold out.

Amber and Will are preoccupied on the sideline, hyping Benny up as he sized up his opponent. Who somehow seems two times the size of the young blonde. Something tells you not to underestimate him as the stone cold look washes over his features, making anyone who stands in his path sorely regret it.

The crowd roars as the bell signals the start of the fight. Your camera poised and ready with your nerves and excitement swirling in equal measure. If you thought Ben sparring the other day was bad, you were wildly unprepared for the sound of the first blow to his opponent’s face. You wince behind your camera flash as the distinct grunt of a possible broken nose is evident. Ben takes a wide shot to the ribs but he doesn’t falter. Blow after blow and it seems you’re getting more comfortable with the onslaught of violence for some odd reason.

Perhaps it’s the way Benny has handled each one or the fact that you’re finally getting the shots you so desperately wanted the other day. He’s actually focused on what’s in front of him and not on you. You can drown out the rest of the noise besides Will's coaching and Ambers cheers of encouragement. The shutter of Andy is all you need.

“Sweetheart, you should take my picture.”

You recoil at the sweaty palm on your lower back and the pungent smell of cheap liquor invading your senses. It’s no surprise when you turn to see a random man, bloodshot eyes from too many long nights and too much booze. You already knew by the sound of his voice that it wasn’t who you’ve been expecting.

“No thanks.” You gesture to your camera. “I’m sort of working here.”

You continue to try and focus back on the fight as it seems Benny has him on the ropes and it’s not too long before the other man is going down.

He’s closer now, caging you against the ring as his hand threatens to move lower and everyone is too preoccupied to notice that you want to crawl out of your skin.

“Come on hun, you don’t have to be bitch.” The last part he practically spits at you and with his opponent keeled over momentarily Benny’s eyes flash to you like a caged animal.

You think for a brief moment he might jump over the ropes but he flashes you a wide grin and continues to back up as the ref gestures his hands for the countdown.

The pressure is suddenly off you and you feel like you can breathe again, as you whip around to see where he went. “You know you shouldn’t touch women without their permission.” Frankie’s large palm is gripping the man’s shirt as he struggles to get out of his grasp.

“Get the fuck off me Morales, I know you’re not gonna hit me.” Frankie's eyes flash to you briefly in worry, a signal that he knows this creep and doesn’t want to be associated with him.

Frankie drags him by the collar just out of earshot as he sees you turn back to the fight so as not to miss any important shots.

“Listen up Jones.” He grits out through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna get yourself in some real trouble one of these days.”

“Hey, Morales I didn’t know she was your lady okay.”

“She’s not…” He lets out a sigh of frustration. “Just quit fucking around, I can tell you’ve been drinking again. If I don’t see you at a meeting this week I’m gonna throw you into the ring with Ben and see if he can knock some sense into you. Comprende?”

He releases him with force as he shrugs his shoulders, trying to smooth out his shirt. “Ya ya, you’ll see me.”

Frankie watches the man disappear into the crowd toward the direction of the bar and just shakes his head. You’re still there as the ref signals that Benny won the fight and he shoves his way back through to you on the sideline.

There’s a look of relief and something else on your face when you turn to him.

“Benny won!” You flash him a bright smile as he laughs to himself.

“He always does.” It’s said assuredly and proud as you turn back to the ring. His arms lean protectively on the ropes beside you, careful not to touch you but close enough where no one would try to push you out of the way.

You glance down at the monitor to take a deep breath as you feel him behind you. His woodsy cologne mixed with the fresh body wash wafts towards you. That mixed with the fact that he was so instantly protective of you has your head spinning.

Trying desperately to focus back on your job you realize the last shot Benny’s slightly blocked by the ropes. You let out a huff of frustration as Frankie leans down close to your ear.

“Everything okay hermosa? Is it Andy?” No it’s you

You close your eyes as you let the deep lull of his voice calm you. The voice you’d waited hours to hear. The one you couldn’t stop thinking about since that first day.

“Ya everything is fine.” You laugh to yourself at his genuine concern for your most prized possession. “I just can’t see very well.”

He worries his lip hoping he’s not overstepping after your encounter earlier. “I have an idea.”

Intrigued, you turn to him as he gestures to the side of the ring. “Step up.” You tilt your head at him and he raises his eyebrows and points to the ledge.

“Frankie.”

“I promise I won’t let you fall.” You falter for a brief moment, but the crowd cheers as Benny runs around the ring and you can’t waste another shot.

He steps up behind you, careful not to touch until you’re ready as you take one hand and hoist yourself up with the rope. Your other hand is securely on your camera. You think you’re fine but the rope gives a little and you start to fall back but the breadth of his shoulders is right behind you as he instructs you to lean on him.

Your heart is going to pound out of your chest as you realize how intimately he has you wrapped up. His arms around your thighs hold you steady and yet you can tell he’s doing it with the utmost composure to make you feel comfortable.

Benny runs over to you, flexing his arms with his signature pose, coined by you. Your hands still aren’t moving and Frankie nudges you slightly.

“I’ve got you.” You sure hope he does for your sake. The way he’s looking at you and holding you right now, you don’t think you’d be able to stand up on your own.

You turn back to Benny and snap a few shots of his winning smile.

“Fuck me, the flash is on.” You make a few adjustments and disable the automatic flash. The bright lights surrounding the ring provide plenty of light amongst the room.

Frankie has to take a few deep breaths, especially when your choice of words has him thinking things he shouldn’t with your body as close to his as it could get. He’s trying to be professional, he did suggest this after all and it would be rude to take advantage of the situation.

He can tell you’re relaxing as you go back and forth between glancing at the screen and Benny. Your ass is perched perfectly along his shoulder as his arms protectively bracket your legs to keep you upright against the ropes. He can smell vanilla and something familiar, even through your jeans which he’s grateful for, if not for them his cheek would be touching the smooth skin on your thigh.

The crowd starts to disperse as Will and Amber join Benny in the ring. Benny playfully jumps on his older brother as he shrugs his sweaty body off of him. Despite you not taking any more pictures Frankie still has you wrapped as they come over to join you. Amber sends you a knowing look and your face grows hot as you halfway pretend to look over photos.

“So…how did it turn out?” Ben bounds over with a gleam in his eye. Adorned with a few scrapes and bruises but otherwise untouched.

He leans on the ropes as you hold out the camera flicking through a few of your favorite shots. His arm draped over you and the sweat and adrenaline is rolling off him. You can’t be too upset, the man just single handedly pummeled his opponent like it was just another day. Frankie swats him playfully to save you from the post fight stench about to seep through your tee shirt.

“Sorry, he doesn’t really know what personal space is.” You glance down to Frankie and realize how ironic that statement is coming from the man who's been the closest to you physically in over a year.

“Oh shit, she got a perfect shot of me crushing his nose.” Ben jumps up and down as Will sends you a half apologetic look.

You’re slightly knocked off kilter as Frankie tightens his grip on you.

You look over to see another handsome dark haired man pulling himself up to the ropes next to you.

“Who might you be?” His aquiline smile and toned muscles rippled through his shirt as he grips the rope. You recognize him from the photo on the desk but opt to stay silent. Assessment was your strong suit and he seems like the type that likes a challenge.

Amber looks like she’s going to say something but doesn’t get the chance as you’re quite literally swept off your feet. Your grip on Frankie’s arm tightens as he pulls you away from the ropes and the sickeningly sweet man beside you.

“Relax hermosa, I’ve got you.” He gently sets you down and grabs your hand, pulling you even further from the prying eyes as you try to catch your breath.

****

Santiago points at you and Frankie as he shrugs his shoulders. Indignation dripping off his features.

“Oh, I know he’s frustrated when he’s gone non verbal” Ben teases as he ruffles Santi’s hair.

Will sidles up next to his fiancé, wrapping his arms around her as he leans in.

“You’re staring at her like a piece of meat babe.”

“Sorry.” She hisses under her breath. “It’s just…she would be perfect for the wedding.”

“I know, but why don’t we give her some space. Let her get settled in.” He nods his head toward the two of you. “Also maybe give Frankie a chance to ask her out before you ask her to photograph the wedding. It would be awkward if she said no to him.”

“How do you know he’s asking her out?”

Will lowers his voice as Santiago raises an eyebrow at him, doing his best to pay attention to Ben and eavesdrop.

“Look at his stance, he can’t stop moving from one foot to another.”

“He’s taken his hat off twice.”

“Now his hands are in his pockets, and I can almost guarantee he’s sweating.”

****

You’re not sure what to do as he stares at you. His scent envelopes you even now that you’re apart.

Frankie clears his throat awkwardly as he bounces from one foot to another. He’s nervous and you’re not entirely sure why, seeing as though you’d spent the better part of the fight attached to his shoulder.

“I ugh…hope this wasn’t too traumatizing for you.”

You laugh as you dip your head. “It was definitely eventful. But you made it a lot easier to handle.”

He tries to hide his smile as the red creeps up his neck. His obvious nervous tick as he takes off his hat for the second time, running his fingers through his hair. You have the sudden wild urge to do it yourself as you busy your hands with the hem of your shirt.

“We usually go out for drinks after his fights to celebrate.” He leaves it open ended as he watches you visibly tense.

Shit

“It’s been a really long day.” Not entirely a lie.

You can see his demeanor go from nervous wreck to utter panic and you can’t leave him out on a limb.

“Listen Frankie, I have to be honest with you. I don’t drink. I’m not a buzzkill or anything but…”

“I’m sober.” He doesn’t mean to shout it at you but it comes out all rushed and now he can feel the sweat dripping down his back. “If that changes anything, if not I understand.” Frankie feels like he’s scrambling and realizing how much easier this was when he wasn’t sober.

You let out a sigh of relief as you glance to your right at the small audience huddled around the ring. Santiago quickly turns around while Amber and Will do an awful job of seeming interested in the ceiling. Benny flashing you a thumbs up as you chuckle to yourself.

“I would love to join you guys, another night maybe. I think I’ve had enough action for one day.” You hope the open ended invitation isn’t completely shutting you off from any chance with Frankie.

Every nerve ending in his body is screaming at him to stop but you do something to him that he hasn’t felt in a long time. That small subconscious part of his brain knows if he leaves it like this he may never work up the nerve to say something.

“Would you be up for dinner? Maybe sometime next week?” His voice cracks a little at the end like he’s some kind of pubescent boy. If the floor could swallow him whole or Benny could come over and just put him completely out of his misery that might suffice for the next few weeks.

You bite your lip, consciously or unconsciously. He doesn’t care either way. Some wild part of his brain wants to reach out and pull it down with the pad of his thumb.

“I would love to go to dinner.”

Relief floods his features and you have to fight the grin that crosses over your face.

“So it’s a date.”

Fuck a date.

You haven’t been on one of those in ages.

“Ya Frankie, it’s a date.”

He’s finally stopped fidgeting and he seems so much more confident now that you can really appreciate him.

You're both in your own little bubble of flirtation and you could care less who or what’s going on around you.

“Would it be okay if I hugged you?”

You smile. “I think after how close we were for the last hour it would be weird if you didn’t.”

His arms wrap around you instantly and that familiar scent is becoming so comforting for you. You have to fight the urge to deeply inhale as your nose is pressed against his chest. His touch is so delicate and grounding all at once and you fear you’ll grow to associate him with someone safe.

Why would that be a bad thing?

The last time Frankie was this impulsive he got himself into a lot of trouble. This doesn’t quite feel the same as he tries not to inhale the scent of your shampoo as his cheek rests on the crown of your head. The way your body molds perfectly into his. The way he has to gain some level of composure when it comes to you and yet all reason has gone out the window.

It’s dizzying when you finally break apart. Your shoulder bag slipped slightly down and he reached over to secure it for you.

“Well, I should say bye to everyone.”

“I’ll do it on your behalf if you want to make a break for it.” He winks at you and your knees might give out right then and there.

Letting out an exasperated sigh. “You’re a lifesaver Francisco.”

You wave goodbye to more than a few confused faces and exit the gym to a mostly empty parking lot, inhaling the fresh night air.

****

“Did she let you down easy?” Benny teases as his brother smacks him on the back.

“Yee of little faith gentleman.” Amber says as she directs her attention to Frankie.

“As a matter of fact, we’re going on a date next weekend.”

Amber squeals and Benny pats his friend in the back as Santiago looks thoroughly annoyed at still being left in the dark.

Will's phone pings in his pocket and he pulls it out, the widest shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Our boy is a little rusty.”

All heads turn to Will confusion written among their faces.

“You’re gonna need her number if you’re gonna take her on a date, Fish.”

Okay, so maybe he was a little rusty but he had a date. With you.

“Alright boys…and Amber. Let’s get some drinks to celebrate.” Benny jumps over the ropes like it’s nothing and heads toward the locker rooms as the rest of the men follow.

“Is someone gonna tell me who she is!?” Santiago yells out to them as they all leave him seemingly in the dark.

At least for now, Frankie’s gonna keep you to himself.

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lixiesfreckless · 10 months ago

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Deep | l. m.

part two: Deeper

➸ synopsis: you should not be here. not in this car, not at this hour, not again,

and especially not with him.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. a mention of another skz member)

➸ word count: 1.2k

➸ general content: ex bf!minho, reader knows what a moral compass is and doesn't use it, they're both enablers in the worst way, toxic is the understatement of the century, car sex, angst, minho is a dirty talker lmaooooo

➸ warnings: swearing, cheating, sexual content

➸ rating: 18+ MA

➸ author’s note: I feel like I have to preface this fic by saying that cheating is never okay. in no way am I trying to glamourize it, I just like writing stories about messed up characters sometimes. that being said THIS FIC IS SO MESSED UP IDK HOW I WROTE THIS TWO YEARS AGO WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE like I fr pumped this out in a day and was like "I'm just a girl" yeah one that needs to be put into a straitjacket, tf?

♫ deep- summer walker, 너와- jaymin

The tow truck pulls out of the parking garage, trailing your lifeless hunk of metal behind it as Minho turns to you, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Thanks for…coming out to help me so late,” you mumble, hands busying themselves with your jacket sleeves as your eyes watch the concrete. He hums, not trying to draw out the already tense atmosphere. He knows better.

He knows why you’re so stiff.

You two situate yourselves into his car, and he’s asking something about how long your car will be in the shop, but you barely register it. Three days, you feel yourself say, but you don’t really know.

You don’t really care either.

“Who’s going to drive you to work until then?” He turns in his seat to face you. A small part of you wishes he hadn’t.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” You force yourself to not meet his piercing gaze, and thankfully he sighs, looking out the windshield.

“I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s already on my way to work, and I already know your schedule,” he states calmly, ignoring the way your eyes flicker to his lips. “It’s nothing, really.”

You know you can’t change his mind, and you also don’t want to, so you press your lips together, not-so-unintentionally wetting them as you did so.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

There’s a faint hum in the car. Minho hasn’t clicked it into gear yet. There’s a little red symbol blinking on his dashboard and you figure he’s overdue for an oil change. Someone is walking out to a dumpster a ways away from his car, and your ears barely pick up the way the lid slams when the worker carelessly lets it drop. Minho is mindlessly rubbing the leather on the steering wheel. He doesn’t normally do that.

You thought those details would be enough to distract you.

But it’s never enough.

Nothing is ever enough if it’s not Lee Minho.

He lets out a small breath of air, and you can see the frustration in his eyes as he quickly checks the surroundings. The small voice in your head screams at you, because you know you shouldn't be here like this, but he turns back to you and squanders the remaining sanity in your brain as he leans into your face.

And it’s hot and desperate and fast, the way your lips move against each other, the way your hands fist in his hair and grab at his collar, the way one too many curse words slip out of his mouth; but there’s no time to think about that, not when his hands are on you, igniting a fire that you’ve tried to put out time and time again.

And it’s dizzying, the way he tears himself away from you after a few seconds of sinful bliss, because the guilt rocks your entire body like a boat caught in a summer storm, and you’re not used to dealing with the consequences of your actions this soon.

“We can’t,” he pants, “we can’t keep doing this.”

You stare at him, shirt slightly crushed where you had gripped him from earlier and hair an absolute mess, and despite how enticing as he looks you nod, because he’s right.

You can’t.

Unfortunately you’re a pair of liars.

And it’s not even you who pulls the other back in, how ironic.

You take it upon yourself to move into a more comfortable position, one that lands on his lap, and he exercises his restraint for a few moments more before his hands land on your hips, helping you move faster over the gear shift.

Maybe you’re moving too fast but you can’t help it, his hips are positioned under yours just right and it’s not long before you’re grinding down against him. You expect him to hold you off of him and call it quits, not groan into your mouth and hold you closer like he’s doing now, and it takes every fiber in your body not to whimper back into his lips.

Your jacket disappears in the wake of his desperation, and there’s finally more skin-on-skin contact between you two. His fingertips burn with the knowledge that what’s happening is far from right, but the fire building inside you makes it feel like heaven, makes him feel like heaven, and you long for his fingertips to run under your shirt, where they definitely do not belong.

And they do.

So yours work their way to the hem of his jeans, tired of the leather that’s holding them together, and he breaks the kiss, hopefully to tell you to stop.

What he says next, unfortunately, doesn't surprise you.

“We need to stop getting ourselves into this situation.”

You look up from his belt, watching as the shame glosses over his eyes and you nod, feeling a pang of guilt rise in your stomach.

But the need between your thighs temporarily stalls the negative emotion, and before you can apologize for letting the situation escalate this far again, he’s the one undoing his belt.

At least you’re not the only one at fault here.

And the pressure between your thighs is finally satisfied as he lets you ride him, lips sucking on your neck hard enough to make you gasp but not hard enough to leave marks. For obvious reasons.

“Fuck baby,” he halts his trail of neck kisses, “if you were gonna take my cock this well you should have called me earlier.”

You wish hearing him say that didn’t make you feel so good.

He meets you halfway in slow, lazy thrusts, which makes you feel every ridge of him through the latex separating you two, and suddenly you’re crushing the fabric at his shoulders now too.

“You like that huh?” With the way you clench around him, he doesn’t need verbal confirmation, but he edges it out of you regardless. “You like when I fuck you like that?”

“Yes-”

“Yes what?”

“Y-Yes Minho.”

“That’s my girl.”

Oh, how that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

You whisper something about wanting him to go harder, faster, and he’s compliant, seemingly not in the mood to tease you. Or maybe, judging from the way he was gripping you, he was just close.

The glass is fogging up.

There is a foreseeable end in sight, and you feel relieved, after weeks of not having any sort of real release. To be fair, last time was supposed to be the last time. As well as the time before that.

And the time before that.

But you chase away the guilt creeping up again with your own fingers, rubbing away at your clit with a determination that even Minho doesn’t have chasing his own high.

He knows how badly you need it though, so he slams up into you the same way that made you finish the last time.

Suppose there’s no such thing as a good time when there’s nothing good about what you’re doing.

Which is why although you want to, you shouldn’t complain about a ringtone slicing through the humid atmosphere of the car.

Both of your hips come to a halt, and it takes a moment for your brain to recognize the ringtone to see if the call is urgent.

It is.

And the high that you were close to reaching comes plummeting to the ground as soon as you read the caller ID.

Incoming call… Jeongin <3

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lynlyndoll · 1 year ago

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Taste

genre: -slightly- suggestive (the name of the song should be enough to realize what kind of fic this will be.), angsty (there are things that would provoke anger for reader and the pair!)

pairing(s): lee know x fem! reader, hyunjin x fem! reader, felix x fem! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so we have each one of the guys here!! nothing bad, just please do NOT read this unless you are 18+ tbh... there may be just kissing, but it's in a suggestive way.

an: ok, God.. I had this idea for like.. around 2-3 weeks?! but didn't have the time to write it lmao (nor the guts). Anyway, since i listened to taste 20 times already (i can actually show proof for that) i said, WHY TF NOT?! so here it is!!

lee know - 0.8k wc

A party shouldn't be a big problem to you. You loved good parties. What you didn't consider about this party was that your ex was there as well. Everyone knew you and him used to be the power couple, the ones to set the barriers to sky limits in college. And everyone also knew how the most popular couple in uni broke up. It happened a few weeks ago, you came into the apartment both of you shared, full of stress. The only thing you wanted was to be next to your boyfriend. But when you came into the room, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. What annoyed you the most was that he came back with a wide, drunk smile at 2 am. You were sleeping on the couch, phone attached to your hand in hope that he would at least call. He tried to remain as silent as a drunk man could, but you woke up, staring at him with an annoyed figure on your face.

"Jagi-"

"No, "jagi". Not even a call, Minho? One fucking call?" You yelled at him, letting him look with wide eyes at you. "Where were you, at least...?" You massage your temples.

"At a drink with the guys.." he answered, startled. You weren't surprised. He did this almost every day. You never told him not to go, but sometimes he should consider you. You, his girlfriend, and your needs.

"Minho... I don't... I can't do this." You sighed, murmuring.

"Jagi, what do you mean?" His voice saddened and eyes on the verge of crying. He knew what you meant, but he needed you.

"Minho... you know what I mean." You sighed, getting up. "I can't stay with someone that doesn't consider me as well."

And that's how everything ended between you and him, with tears and misunderstandings. You moved in with your two other friends and everything was fine. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You always thought about Minho, about his scent and about his little jokes. About his cats and his family, which made you feel like you were already in their family. After the break up, everyone thought about both you and Minho, that the relationship was faked, since none of you looked worse then before, but which no one knew was the tears and thoughts both of you had during the night, when everything came back.

Tonight, you see him again. Drunk, with a smile on his face and girls around him, as if nothing wrong happened. You were already at the 4th drink for that night and your judgment was slowly affected. To stop acting like a jealous ex - which you were - you go more into the center of the party to dance.

Tonight he sees you again. Drunk and dancing with a random guy you just met on the dance floor. He tried to take control of his own actions, however, when he saw you and the guy you were dancing with almost kissing, he lost all his temper. He got up, got to you before you kissed the boy and dragged you out of the room, in the dark hallway of the house the party was held in.

"Minho, what the fu-" You yelled at him, interrupted by a kiss. Your eyes widen in shock as he presses your back on the wall. The kiss wasn't soft either, his tongue trying to fight for dominance with yours and you, allowing him. After some seconds that felt like minutes, he broke the kiss slightly, his breath still upon yours.

"Why did you do this, Minho...? We're not-" You try to say, still not looking directly at Minho, the only thing in your sight being his eyes.

"Because I'm addicted to you..." He murmurs in your ear, making your ears red and a crimson shade appearing on your cheeks.

"Minho, you're drunk. Your sober self probably wouldn't even want to do this. Maybe it's just the alcohol in your veins that made you kiss me."

"When I saw you with that guy, Y/N... I want you to just look at me, only me." He says, kissing you, this time softer and slower. You slightly smiled into the kiss.

"Min... I can't kiss someone that I love, without knowing if that someone would really take this seriously." You say after the kiss breaks.

"You either kiss me or hate me, Y/N. I promise to you that I'll never disregard your feelings, but the choice is yours." He says, causing both you and him to feel hundreds of different emotions. Both of you breathed against each other, until you took his head in your palms and smiled at him, locking eyes with his.

"Good. Because I would never want to hate you." You smile and kiss him, pressing him even more on your body.

hyunjin - 0.4k

Between you and hyunjin has always been an attraction. It was never spoken about though, because none of you was supposed to be seen near the other, your families being rivals.

One night, however, after too many shots of soju, he snapped at you, then you snapped at him and everything ended with both of you making out on his couch. In the morning, you were the first to wake up and be concerned of what happened, so you got up and left his apartment as fast as you could. However, with time, this happened more times, eventually wanting more than just sex, so slowly but steadily, Hyunjin and you started dating behind the backs of your families, your friends backing you up whenever it was needed. Tonight, however, you had to stop everything because of your parents.

Your parents found you a match and you had to have an arranged marriage with someone they picked. You knew that if you told the real reason to Hyunjin, he would ask you to leave with him, to forget about this life. You wanted to live and forget with him, but you had duties that had to be fulfilled, and for that purpose your family would never leave you alone. So you told him a lie. A lie that made his heart ache, which made your heart ache. However, he knew you were lying. He knew that your relationship meant everything for each one of you, he knew that arranged marriage happened in the life both you and him lived, so that should've been the motive, but he just didn't understand why you had to live this life.

"Love... " he says, taking your hand in his, his fingers linking with yours. With his other hand, he raises your chin.

"Hyunjin.." You say, your breath on his face, as he locks eyes with you. He leans in, slowly closing his eyes.

One last kiss was all he desired. But after you both narrowed the gap between you and him, he knew that without you, he can't focus on anything else. He knew he's in trouble, your heart full of lies was hurting him, but once you both started, you must be his. He knew he would do anything only to have you by his side. Forever.

felix - 0.5k

It was always the same with Felix, your best friend of 10 years. Stolen kisses in the moonlight, lies that could sweep every girl’s feet and the same sweet, but dangerous tone of voice. You don’t even know how everything happened, how from a perfect friendship, both of you wanted more and that want turned into a need, which slowly turned into a friends with benefits dynamic. No doubt that you wanted him, but you wanted him more than a friend who you fucked for interest, you wanted him as a person who you saw your future with, your partner. Tonight was, as always, the same. You and him, under the sky full of stars, and the silence that always occurred during these times. However, you had enough of his games. He never intended to make a move and if he didn’t, then it was your time to move further and stop this dynamic for good. From tonight, he either would kiss you as a lover, or he would leave you and never come back.

“Felix, I have something to ask you.” You look in his eyes, him already curious.

“Yeah, Y/Nnie?” He says, his sweet deep voice making you shiver again.

“Do I mean anything to you?” You say, your voice slightly shaking.

“Of course, love. You’re my starlight, my best friend, my-”

“Yeah, your best friend.” You look away from him with a frown.

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Oh, nothing, just my mind thinking we could be more than friends.”

“Y/N…” he says, but you cut him off.

“No, Felix. I heard enough and I agree. But I can’t continue with this.” You look at him, eyes focusing on his confused expression.

“Y/N, you don’t understand.” He grabs your wrists, switching his position on top of you. “This is the only thing you don’t get.” He smiles, making you confused.

“What…?”

“Y/N, if you think that I don’t like… No, if I don’t love you, then I’ll make you feel my love, I promise.” He says, leaning in even more, your lips brushing on each other.

“But you said… Now you’re only lying, you’re playing with my feelings.” You say, focusing on his lips, trying to stop your heart beat faster than it ever was.

“I don’t dare lie on this meaningful night, though. It’s my chance to finally make you understand how much I love you.” He says, kissing your lips with an affection and passion that you never felt from anyone, both of your senses shutting down, the only thought being the one of tasting each other as lovers.

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ghostaholics · 2 years ago

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Ok let’s get into some angst flufflish steamy shit like ghost is ALWAYS cutting the reader of any mission he’s not in and the reader literally storms inside his office raging she’s probably in her pj and asking him why tf r u doing that and of course ghost won’t admit it and it becomes physical (I mean physical fighting ) and shit but guess what….she can’t sleep then she goes to ghosts room at night to continue fighting like it’s literally 2 am bitch😭I need help I’m a sucker for dickhead-ghost

They wouldn’t necessarily get into a physical altercation unless it was in a controlled setting like sparring against each other (as the sex is the physical thing between them that acts as an outlet for their emotions when they don’t want to talk), but I do enjoy the idea of everything else mentioned; probably happens later on in their relationship.

I think she starts to notice after a certain point – sure, maybe Price didn’t include her on some missions, no big deal; a loss, in her opinion, but there’ll be others. More opportunities for her to go on an ops with him means being halfway across the world from Ghost (thank god and distance makes the heart grow fonder anyways). Until she does realize that the only ones she’s being going on have specifically been where Ghost is around – puts two and two together, essentially.

The thought is eating away at her – time at 2300, she needs answers immediately, and books it over to his room, except… he’s not there. So now she’s angrily blazing a warpath to the only other place he might be at this hour. Ghost is in his office working on some final reports and when she pounds her fist on the foot – she’s trying to be this infuriated, irate thing but he can’t take her seriously when she’s wearing her pajamas and a pair of fuzzy slippers (is this the same person who he saw slit a man’s throat yesterday), and he just offers her a tired, “Yeah, you need something?”

And she’s about to get into it, calls him out on the whole mission stuff until he firmly puts a stop to her tirade and says, “I’m backlogged on stuff that needs to be submitted tonight. If you want to have this discussion, it’ll wait ‘til after I’m done. Come back later.”

Which she of course, takes as a challenge and waltzes right past him, takes up a stack of reports in her arms and angrily gets to work on them while sending daggers his way every so often – literally helping him speed up the process, she’s just that petty. But there’s too much to get through and by the time they’re done, the fight’s kind of left her, she’s drained physically and emotionally and she’s not sure she can realistically give him the verbal arse-kicking he deserves.

However, she does need some peace of mind before she leaves, so she pleads – now equally tired as him – to tell her why he’s been doing this to her.

And Simon pauses, gives it a brief moment of thought and knows that she’s going to probably hate him for his answer but follows through anyways: “Because I don’t trust anybody else to look after you better than I can.”

#if there’s one thing you guys can expect from me it’s that I never answer asks properly #😎 *finger guns*#💌 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚#𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴!𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯

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raveneira · 4 months ago

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Random but i miss 2020/21/22 when the KawaSara fandom was so active, now i barely see people talking about them or making content. Someone needs to bring back the KawaSara fandom somehow😭.

Ikr? its not much but I am trying to bring the fandom back to life as best I can but Im pretty much a one woman army lol plus a lot of personal life stuff has had me busy which hindered my efforts a bit that Im trying to make up for now, starting with hosting this years KawaSara week since the original organizers didn't do it last year and didn't appear to be going to this year either, so I took over because I knew we had support, fans were telling me how sad they were that it didn't happen last year and was begging for someone to organize it this year, so I took that upon myself to do because I didn't wanna see the week not happen this year either because nobody else stepped up to make it happen.

It sucks how so many got run off by bsa constantly harassing them and making them fearful of even making content for the ship because they knew they would get harassed and didn't wanna deal with it.

Alot of ppl also lost faith in the ship, which is understandable, but stupid IMO because there are ships that have gone through worse than KawaSara and became canon but for some reason ppl treated this like 'oh no, conflict, no way this is happening' and Im just like...danm yall really don't know how shipping works huh? but I mean to each their own but like Vegebul is right there if you wanna see a ship thats been through some REAL shit and look at em now.

It's like todays new age shipping everything has to be smooth sailing, super healthy, super pure, minimal to no conflict, for ppl to ship it and believe it'll be canon when that just isn't how it goes.

Like I even saw a shade tweet one time talkin about 'I actually like my ships vanilla, whats wrong with actually wanting a healthy ship built on mutual respect and positive development without any conflict or drama etc' and Im just like...OK? who tf said you couldn't? but these newbies actually treat shipping like some purity contest and have a weird superiority complex for liking the 'healthier' ships and anyone who doesn't like the 'healthy' ship are weird and horrible and don't care about xyz characters etc

Its so dumb, and childish, if all storytellers followed their logic then we wouldn't have some of the best ships in fiction because only the 'healthy' ones would be canon.

Nobody is saying they cant like healthy ships, but doing so does not make them superior to anyone else nor does it give them the right to dictate what other ppl should ship simply because they disagree and think only healthy ships should be supported, thats what ppl have a problem with. You can argue the opposite side has done the same but there is a big difference in severity between the two, 'healthy' shippers act way more superior and aggressive than 'toxic' shippers [as they call them] are.

But on the bright side KawaSara week has been announced to be happening this year and a surprising amount of ppl liked and retweeted it, so it just goes to show KawaSara fans DO still exist and enjoy the ship, they just went quiet or into hiding because of the harrassment.

And guess what? even tho the event page was specifically tagged KAWASARA don't you know antis 'somehow' found it? not even a day passed since it was posted before multiple antis flocked to the announcement to talk shit, that is a prime example right there why KawaSara fans got so quiet and discouraged from making content and talking about the ship, because THIS is what happens when you dare not fall in line with the BoruSara hivemind cult.

If you dont treat Sarada like Borutos exclusive property whos whole world and character revolves around him, then you don't care about Sarada or her feelings

Their logic not mine, so if you dare pair Sarada with someone other than Boruto who they believe owns her, then you don't care about her. If you don't support the narrative THEY set for her regardless if its been confirmed or stated as a canon fact or not, then you don't care about her because fanon interpretations > canon.

This is why I say this behavior screams insecure, I dunno how you could be the most popular ship with the biggest fandom and the most support, a hug in both the anime and manga, being 'fed good' more than any other ship, yet still be THIS triggered by KawaSara just EXISTING

keep in mind this is the ship they claim is dead, a crackship with zero chance of happening, yet they get so riled up everytime KawaSara is mentioned or so much as have a crumb together they all flock to try and discredit and undermine it, if KawaSara fans just have even a tiny bit of fun and happiness with the ship they come flocking to discourage you and make you feel bad.

That level of obsession with a ship you claim has NO CHANCE and is a non threat because your ship is already canon and set in stone, admit it or not, but their behavior screams that their threatened and arent really confident in their ship themselves which is why they feel the need to try and keep KawaSara down to lift themselves up because its the only way they feel secure, by making US go away, and when we don't, they get mad, because for some odd reason they just cant stand to see another shp besides BoruSara getting attention, love, and support, it drives them MAD.

Which is why you cant convince me their not insecure about their ship, that their not threatened by KawaSara, because to put it into perspective think about it like this, do you see SNS being bothered by SasuHinas existence? no right? know why? cuz their secure in their ship and don't feel threatened by SH, so SH is free to exist openly without SNS harassing them because they don't care, SH is irrelevant and has zero impact on them.

Thats how you would think BoruSara would be given how they boast about themselves, how much they have going for em, their popularity, their support, many moments, you'd think they'd be on cloud 9 not even paying little ol KawaSara and BoruSumi any mind but they do, and for some reason its KawaSara especially that gets under their skin more than anything which is strange tbh since thats the ship thats not even semi canon yet.

Lemme put that into perspective, they are more insecure about a ship thats not even semi canon yet, than BoruMitsu, BoruSumi, KawaAda and BoruAda that are semi canon [since many bsa also ship ksu] let that sink in.

I dunno why they have such a specific hatred towards KawaSara, maybe its because a lot of them hate Kawaki, and because Boruto is the top male prize and Sarada is the top female prize in their eyes, therefore nobody else is good enough for them but each other. And by top prizes, Im talking primarily about eugenics and status.

Read between the lines, what was Sakura? the pretty girl all the guys wanted, what was Sasuke? the cool handsome guy from a prestigious clan all the girls wanted, now what is Sarada? the cool pretty Uchiha princess, what is Boruto? the cool young lord all the girls fall for, their not subtle about it at all.

They discredit Sumire's feelings as insincere so she don't feel like a threat, they diminish and downplay Kawakis bond with team 7 and insist he's not even a part of it, they weirdly were fixated on Kawaki's body being inorganic and therefor concluding he was infertile and therefore couldn't have kids and therefore that'd be the end of the Uchiha clan if she was with him [which is telling of how they perceive her that her primary goal in the relationship would be popping babies, not love] they deny Kawaki as a part of the Uzumaki fam, saying he's unworthy, Naruto should disown him, etc etc, to keep him as the worthless orphan that deserves to die they want him to be.

Again, read between the lines, they dont give a danm about Boruto and Sarada together fr fr, this ship is about eugenics, this ship is about being able to brag about the young lord baggin the Uchiha heiress/Hokage, its about bragging rights, its about having the ship with the 2 biggest prizes, its about OP babies finally fulfilling their long weirdly held desire to see what those clan bloodlines mixed together would create, its about saying you don't want SS 2.0 except when its the ship you want then suddenly its A-ok

Foh man

Sorry I went on a bit of a rant but It really is annoying that KawaSara fans cant just exist in peace and always gotta hear them telling us why we shouldn't ship it, why it has no chance, why BoruSara is so superior and set in stone and we should just accept it yatta yatta yatta instead of just minding their danm business.

Yes I know all fandoms are guilty of this, but none like BoruSara, why? cuz its a far bigger fanbase with more support and they use it to their advantage, doesn't help that a lot of boruto stans support the ship as well as many Sarada fans [mostly Boruto stans tho] they even have SS and NH support too, so you cannot compare it. Their a much larger fandom with way more support that makes it extremely easy for them to bully every other fandom because their much smaller and they know it, everyone knows it, but they get away with it cuz whos gonna stop em? their the biggest and the loudest and therefore are right by default because the smaller fandoms are just 'haters' and 'jealous' 😒 lemme stop here

Bottom line I agree, it was nice back then before Ikemoto changed so much when he took over the writing after Kodachi left, ever since then he has completely butchered Sarada's character beyond recognition, not because she understandably cares and worries about her friend, but because thats ALL she cares and worries about, I don't think anyone has even noticed that Sarada hasn't mentioned Naruto or her mother once since the timeskip started besides that one speech that wasn't about either of them, but just about her defending Boruto, not about any grief over her idol being killed, not remorse for sending her dad away and leaving her mom without her husband, no the one and only time she mentions them is to defend Boruto which is abusmal, she didn't even mention her own dad until Boruto MADE her ask about him.

If thats the ship you want me to support then Im good, I don't want a ship where her only personality trait, motivations, goals, and character as a whole revolves entirely around a man and nothing else, just how to make HIS life better and being there for HIS pain and growth and only lifting HIM up while staying in the background doing nothing and having nothing going on for herself.

I know this may sound like 'but wait that makes it sound like KawaSara wont be canon' no Im not saying that, KawaSara is not off the table even with all that bs Ikemoto has done so far, like I said with Vegebul and just shipping in general, just because things look bad doesn't mean you lost, you haven't lost until somethings made official.

Are BoruSara together? no, are they semi canon? no, have either of them been shown or confirmed to have romantic feelings for each other? no, so nothing is lost yet, even if they were semi canon that still wouldn't be a loss because the other half has to reciprocate, like just cuz Sakura, Ino, and Karin liked Sasuke didn't mean he had to reciprocate any of them, just like even if Sarada liked Boruto doesn't mean he has to reciprocate those feelings or vice versa.

The only time a ship has truely 'lost' is when its actually dead, like one half of it dies for example, or its rival ship gets together, or their relationship is ruined beyond repair, like to the point of no possibility of redemption, only then has a ship truely 'lost' and 'died'

So no, none of this is me saying KawaSara cant still happen, it definitely can, especially with Ikemoto and Kishimoto saying Kawaki would be getting more development soon so there's that, if we get more Kawaki focus there might be some Sarada focus in there too in between. I don't wanna speculate tho but thats just a possibility Im throwing out there.

Regardless, sorry for the rant, but I'm really frustrated by this too because its 2024 now and ppl still cant leave KawaSara tf alone? thats what I meant when I said they take advantage of their size, they know they can silence us, but nobody can silence them, and that pisses me off but what can you do.

But hopefully the announcement of KawaSara week this year will get the fandom active and making content again for fans to enjoy, I will try to contribute something myself, I can understand why a lot of ppl might not wanna bother because of the hate they know they'll receive but I hope they don't let that stop them, it was bad enough KawaSara week wasn't hosted last year and everyone was really bummed about it, I don't want them to be happy seeing it happen this year only to not participate because antis wont let them have fun and enjoy the event in peace 🙏 I really hope the fam stays strong and don't let antis stop them from enjoying THEIR event.

#rave responds #kawasara #pro kawasara #anti-bsa

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kissami · 1 year ago

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MOSQUITO ~ series’ masterlist

SUM. food and nutrition is your favorite class to attend, what happens when you're assigned partners with a dude you've known for years yet never had a decent conversation with and from two completely different groups of friends. To make things worse, he's cousins with the dude who played you the summer before.

fem! reader with she/her pronouns

warnings: language, short chapters, slow burn

CHAPTERS:

0: profiles

I: new partner who this?

II: Tifa let me be yours?

III: you don’t want some grapes?

more coming soon…

INSPO: literally an incident that happened to me freshman year... except this is more magical lol.

“This fucking sucks.” Looking at tifa, you frown as you both scanned the paper that was taped to the white board in front of class.

The two of you always were paired with one another. You two were the power duo when it came to cooking and exams during food and nutrition.

So why the heck were you guys changing partners in the middle of the semester?

The both of you were clearly upset, so used to being with another, going to each other’s houses for assignments, just overall having a great time.

Then Mr. Hewley just had to ruin it all. Maybe it was because you two would be the ones always answering questions, finishing quickly, etc. but why did you feel like being good students was becoming a punishment now.

“We all are comfortable with our partners, so why not mix it up to see how challenging this can be for everyone,” he waved his hand in the air slightly as he walked around slowly.

“We need to be uncomfortable in order to succeed. So, I have advised a new approach to this class. Being partnered up with a completely different person, different social groups, and different personalities.”

‘Who tf will I be paired with. I know everyone in this class, not by choice but still.’ You glanced around the room, frowning.

“The group to make the best Confit de Canard at the end of this semester ; one of the most difficult dishes to make, will not be needing to do finals.” Some of you ooh’d as Mr. Hewley’s finals were one of the most difficult to pass.

“Now then, all of you know your new partners so go and sit with one another.” Looking back at the sheet of paper, you were confused on who the heck is a cloud? Is this a real person? Was this a joke?

You felt tifa shift next to you, frowning as she waved you goodbye as she walked over to Yuffie.

You looked around again, seeing a tall figure huddled into themselves. The person had blonde spiked hair, piercings on the eyebrow and ears, along with dark clothes.

‘Is this him?’ You slowly walked over, tapping his shoulder. He hummed, looking up and you saw bright turquoise eyes you’ve seen before.

Wait a second…

“You’re Zack’s cousin aren’t you?”

“I have a name. But yes i am. Cloud strife.”

Oh fuck me.

#kissami #x reader #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife x reader #cloud strife #final fantasy vii #aerith gainsborough #vincent valentine #tifa lockhart #cloud x reader #ff7 cloud #final fantasy 7 remake #ff7 #ff7 remake #messagesau #modern au #x reader fluff #fluff #ff7 tifa

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guardianofnightmares · 2 years ago

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You did not break me. I'm still fighting for peace

Text on a picture as well as a title of a work are taken from a song “Elastic Heart” by Sia. Although strangely enough, while I like an original version, I think a rock cover of it by Written by Wolves suits this pairing just as well)).

For a better resolution of a picture (since Tumblr tends to lower quality of big files) follow this link to DA.

Figuratively speaking, I always tend to jump in a last car of a departing train and this time is no different (I started working on this picture when there literally were two weeks left till a deadline). So, I really hope that I was on time to post this entry for @pastelpaperplaness DTIYS challenge, heh. If not, this work can be considered as a gift.

I am a huge fan of TFA and fan works based on this show in general. It’s always so inspiring to look at so many original ideas and concepts people create around such awesome (and well aged) projects. Hence why I tend to follow artists and their AUs in order to see their interpretations of beloved characters. And Pastel’s Thorns and Thrones AU is no exception. I mean, cmon guys, a fantasy AU about TFs - what else to add here))?

Such challenges as this DTIYS are fun to participate in since it’s a nice opportunity to try new techniques, especially when people are given freedom in such matters.

Umm,.. I kinda got carried away as you can see, heh.

In the end I tried to combine characters’ designs with a realistic approach to drawing metal, skin, clothes and etc. + added just a couple personal details such as an embroidery on attires. But I hope that Pastel won’t mind that since she’s given people an opportunity to “stylize to their heart's content and be as creative as they want”.

Coming back to an idea behind Thornes and Thrones AU and how I tried to show it in this drawing:

It’s always very delightful to see Megatronus and Sir Orion being flirty, hugging, kissing, simply spending nice time with each other. But what personally I value behind this relationship is a sheer impossibility of such love, the tragedy of these two men falling for each other under such unfair circumstances. Both characters are dedicated to their causes and none of them can easily break rules of a cold world they live in.

In the end of a journey, all that’s going to be left is a suffering caused by unspoken truths. This consuming feeling of a betrayal is akin to shrubs growing around and through a soul, stabbing it with thorns and permanently scarring it…

But if both can just try to “fight this war” with themselves and their desires “without weapons”, to finally raise a white flag,..

… one will see how such pure love is capable of blossoming as a marvelous flower, freeing characters from pain in their connected hearts.

If only this love’s given one chance of becoming true.

P.S. All in all, Pastel, thank you very much for an opportunity to participate in this challenge of yours. Happy 10.000 followers, you deserve it!

#pastelplanesdtiys #GN projects #transformers #transformers animated #optimus prime #orion pax #megatron #megatronus #megaop #fan art

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nkirukaj · 4 months ago

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vVv is for Voe (2)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Innuendos

Genre: Humor!

Word Count: 4.3K

<Chapter 1

2. Strut

“And the break room is over there,” Vinny points to the room

Voe rolls her eyes God this is so fucking boring. She glances down at her nails and thinks about how they could seriously use a manicure, tuning Vinny out completely as she mindlessly follows him down the hall.

“Are you ready to look around the lab downstairs? Or something…?”

Voe takes a moment to answer “Oh were you talking?”

“A-anyway the computer…place is uh- sorry, getting my notes mixed up,” He scrolls through his Vpad

Voe sighs dramatically and taps her foot impatiently, they’re in front of a room door where they can hear giggling coming from inside “What’s in there?” Voe points to it

“Uh, storage…closet,”

“I don’t know any storage that giggles,”

Vinny looks nervous “We should keep going,” he tries to rush her

She crosses her arms “You don’t even know where you’re going,”

“We’re going to the computer room! Just so you know how that works,”

“I know how computers work,”

He sounds exasperated “Would you please just come?”

Voe smirks “Why? What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“You mean what will I do if you don’t?” Vox appeared behind her out of a nearby camera. She turns and looks up at him “Did we not have a discussion about you listening to me?”

“What’s in that room?”

“Why?”

“Whatever it is, I heard it giggling,”

“It’s a giggle monster,” He turns to Vinny “Take her to the system room, show her around there,”

Voe groans “Why do I have to do this, I’m bored!”

Vox turns back to her “Oh, do you know where everything is?” They stare at each other “That’s not a rhetorical question, do you know where everything is or not?”

She rolls her eyes again “No,”

“Great,” he turns to Vinny once more “Show her to the system room,”

“Yes, sir,”

“Uuuuggghhhh!” she stomps away

Vox enters the room and can be heard asking “What did you need?” before shutting the door behind him.

____________________________________

Voe plops down on her bed and pulls out her Vphone that Vox had given her, she had already set up a Sinstagram, if it was anything like the platform that it was copying, she’d be a Queen at this. She scrolls through her pictures of her in new outfits and trying on new shoes, pressing the button to go LIVE. When she does, she watches the camera, waiting for the viewer count to go up.

who is this?

holy Satan its a deer

why she not saying nothin? And comments like it float by at the bottom of the screen

“Hey,”

um hi?

who tf r u???

“Y’all don’t know me…yet, but you will,” she chuckles

tryna b all mysterius but who is dis bitch

wtf

devil

Voe smirks and finally introduces herself “I’m Voe, I go by Voe the Beau, because it means ‘beautiful’, and I am,” she poses in front of the camera

must be one of dem new sinners

“I am pretty new, but don’t worry about that, let’s worry about all the questions y’all could be asking me right now to get to know me! So go head, ask mommy!”

Mommy? oh hell nah

she is kinda hot tho 👀

that don’t mean she givin mommy

what she given den? daddy?

idk maybe

“I prefer to be called Mommy by men,”

oooo wat u want women 2 call u?

don’t ask her nuthin!

Voe smirks “Women can call me Daddy,”

HOOOOTTTT

that’s it I’m sold

wats dis? a follow button?

alright maybe she get a chance!

“Yeah that’s right, be good little boys and do what Mommy says,”

damn yes ma’am

“Now, who would be interested in seeing me wearing different clothes?” Many people put hands-up emojis in the comments “Great!” She claps her hands “Then you might want to follow me because I used to get real spicy on my lives when I was alive, especially when I get bored,”

r u gunna get nakey? 😁

“Wait and see…” she puts her finger over her lips, shushing them, and winks “If I do it’ll be for the ladies. I love me some women,”

hooooootttttttttttt

“Currently I’m living at V-Tower, and I was bored as fuck today,”

shit u workin 4 da Vess??

“Specifically Vox, but he’s mad annoying,”

vox?? lucky!!!!

da most famous Overlords

some of ‘em

Nah the most famus

“Oooh, gossip! Who are some other famous Overlords?”

rosie, alastor carmilla carmine

i work for her!

nobody asked tho

zestial

what about zeezi

👎🏽

whats wrong wit her?

she ain’t all that

Yes she is

“Wait, what’s an Overlord anyway?”

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

the most powerful sinners in Pentagram City

“Oooh, I like power, and the Vees are Overlords?”

most powerful

put some respect on Alastor name 4 he cum 4 u

🖕🏽that guy

HE OWNS MY GIRLFRIEND!

“They can own people?”

u become 1 by owning souls

the vees own millions each way more together

Voe rubs her chin “That’s interesting,”

how you live there and they don’t own ya soul?

She shrugs “I don’t know, they never asked for it. Right now I’m just Vox’s assistant,”

right 👉🏽👌🏽 assistant

She laughs “What does that mean?”

u know what it means

“I just hand him papers and write segments for him,”

seg-ments seg sex

don’t lie lots of ppl fuc Vox

“I don’t fuck him!”

But u want to

“I don’t actually, he’s kind of a pompous little baby,” she raises the pitch of her voice, mockingly “But I don’t know, Velvette’s got it going on,” Voe purrs.

She’s my fave, cuz she owns me.

“I love a Black queen,”

The door to the room she was given opens up. A different-looking assistant came into the room.

“Mr. Vox would like to see you in his office,”

“Really? Right now?” she looks at the demon

She nods “Yes,”

Voe sighs and rolls her eyes, turning the live off and putting her phone back into her pocket. She walks with the assistant out into the hallway, just stopping.

“Are you not gonna show me?”

“Mr. Vox said that since you know everything, you could find it yourself,” Voe raises a brow “I’ll just show you,” and she takes off showing her to the elevator, pressing the button for her. While she descends in the elevator alone, she thinks of all the things that the LIVE told her. Was Vox really that powerful, maybe she should cozy up to him, play into his ego, hop onto the bandwagon, and maybe something else? She wanted that power and she wanted it now.

She steps out of the elevator and walks the thin walkway up to where Vox is sitting, in front of many large screens, showing the activities of many denizens of Hell. She stops and puts her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Vox?” She breathes out

He turns around in his chair “Saw you were doing a LIVE in your room,” he takes a sip from his mug that says ‘FUCK ALASTOR’ “Come closer,” he beckons her with his index finger “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,”

She obeys him and takes a step forward. He’s confused a bit “Come here, come to me, my dear,” she does, stopping when she’s about a foot away from him.

“Yes?”

“I have an idea for you,” he smirks “We’re supposed to get a new shipment of appliances, and Velvette is getting some new clothes,” he pauses, sipping again “We’re sending them to you. You’re gonna advertise them on your LIVEs,”

“I just started doing LIVEs,”

“I know you did,” he grins “You’re gonna do another one later today, and then tomorrow, and then… next Friday you’re gonna be on Vox 2-Nite. We’re gonna meet this Voe the Beau, introduce her to all of Hell,”

She widens her eyes “Really?”

Vox nods “Yeah, really. But maybe you don’t wanna do it. Am I wasting your time?” he starts to turn around in his chair.

Voe yanks him back “Fuck yeah! You’re gonna pay me for making the lives right?”

His grin falls “No, it’s gonna be free labor, why wouldn’t I?!”

“Don’t yell at me Vox,”

“Or what? If you want this, you’re gonna have to be a good girl. Are you a good girl Voe?”

She blushes and looks away “Sometimes,”

He shrugs “Oh, well sometimes isn’t good enough. Maybe I could find someone else to do it,” he turns away in his chair mumbling to himself

Voe sighs “Yes,”

“Hmm?”

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Vox,”

“Yes, Vox what?”

She inhales her blush taking over most of her face “Yes Vox, I- I’m a good girl,”

He swivels back around in his chair, his voice distorting “I know you are. Your next LIVE is at 8 sharp. You are going to be doing a makeup tutorial with Velvette’s new ‘Sinful Palette’,” he opens it up for her, then places it in a bag that he hands to her. She takes the bag.

“Is that all?”

“And wear something nice. That’s all,” he smirks at her “Actually Voe” he turns back around and grabs a bag that reads ’Triple 6’ on it “Actually, wear this,” he hands it to her with a huge grin “Can’t wait to watch it,”

She turns to walk away and then turns back “Vox,” she calls

“Hmm?”

“You’re an Overlord, right?”

“That’s correct,”

“Why haven’t you asked for my soul?”

He crosses his legs “I have bigger plans for you Voe, unless you want me to have your soul,”

She turns back around without answering him, and Vox watches her walk away.

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“Just because I want you on camera, doesn’t mean that you don’t still have other work to do,” Vox tells her “I need you to do my dry cleaning, but don’t take it to that other place, I hate that place. Take it to that other other place, you know the one. And I need my lunch, you know my lunch?”

“Since when am I in charge of your lunch?”

“Today,”

She rolls her eyes “What do you want?”

“You know what I want,”

“No, I don’t,”

Vox groans “I don’t have time to explain things to you,”

Voe lets out an exasperated sigh as he throws his suit at her.

She wandered the streets of Hell trying to find the other other dry cleaners, going inside every dry cleaner and asking if Vox sends his assistants in there. They all told her, yes, but some of those bitches were lying. She settled on one that was bigger and newer than the others, it gave her a crisp feeling. She dropped it off and went to take care of lunch.

“If I was Vox, what would I eat? Hmm? Chargers and wires?” She chuckles to herself “Wait, how does he get food in his mouth?”

When she exited, across the street was a restaurant that’s called ‘vVv Restuarant’ and slapped her forehead. ‘Trust us with your tastebuds’ it read under the sign. Voe was quite unimpressed with the lack of variety on the menu. Vox was a man so he’d probably complain about only having one sandwich, so she bought him two.

Rushing out with the sandwiches and a drink, she was walking pretty quickly, eager to get away from all the heathens causing damage outside. Her heels clicked in a quick rhythm as she made her way through the streets, not fully there in her own head. She thought of her first LIVE as an official influencer and what she would say, she wondered what Vox thought of her and why suddenly he was interested in her talent. Her thoughts were broken by running into something thin and solid.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Was her instinct to say, she rubbed her forehead and opened her eyes looking up. She was greeted by the sight of an extremely tall demon, with a fancy red coat, a cane with a microphone on it, and red hair with black tips, that gathered on top of his head in a similar shape as the ears she had on her head. A large grin took up the majority of his face and his bright red eyes were quite a sight to behold.

“Oh my, such crude language for such a lovely girl,” he puts his hand out, leaning down. She takes it and he helps her up

“What do you expect, you knocked into me?”

“Well, perhaps you should slow down instead of rushing,”

“Yeah, I got things to do,”

“Then I guess you should be on your merry way,” and moves out of her way

“Right,” she walks past him “Weirdo,” she mumbles and takes off back to V-Tower

She plants the sandwiches in front of Vox

“Your suit will be ready in two days,” she tells him

“Awe, thank you,” he speaks mockingly and pinches her cheek

Voe pulls away “I got you that for lunch,”

“Aw- wait, two? I only wanted one!”

“How would I know that? You didn’t tell me what you wanted!”

Vox groans “I gave you a clear list of things, did I ask for two fucking sandwiches? NO! I asked for one!”

“You didn’t ask for anything!”

Vox starts pacing “The camera already adds 10 pounds, now it’ll add about 500 pounds!”

Voe scoffs “First off terrible math, and second you don’t have to eat them both now!”

“I can’t deal with you right now, just put them down and get out of my sight!”

“Oh Vox, scared you’re not pretty?” She jokes

He whips around “Get out NOW!” His voice distorting

“Fine, geez,” she throws her hands up and leaves his office, unsure of what the previous interaction meant for her career and advancement. She takes the elevator back up to the ground floor finding Velvette looking around the lobby

“Just the sinner I was looking for! Come here love,”

Voe walks up to the doll demon, wondering what she needs “Yeah?”

Velvette puts a measuring tape around her waist “I guess we don’t have to take it out. You know you should really wear clothes your size because I thought you were huge,”

Voe blinks “These are the clothes you gave me,”

She waves her off “Mhmm,” and types on her phone before taking Voe’s hand “Come,” She leads Voe to her studio, where there’s an entire rack of clothes set up and ready for Voe to try on. “Try these on,” she flippantly commands her while staring at her phone “Don’t do the live until I know if these fit, I will not be embarrassed,”

“Oh, Vox gave me something to wear,”

Velvette looks up in disgust “What from that horried store Triple 6? They can’t dress themselves, let alone anyone else! Did you see what they had Verosika Mayday wearing on her tour?”

“I don’t know who that is,”

“You’ll wear these that I give you. And you can wear those Triple 6 rags to bed,”

“Fine then. I will tell you that my signature color is pink. It looks great against my complexion,”

“And what a fine complexion you have, you’re welcome,” she winks at the doe

Voe tries on clothes for what seems like hours Velvette occasionally gives her feedback

“Strike a pose. No no, just. What are you doing? Just put your hands on your hips! Damn was that so fucking hard? How about earrings?” She leans into Voe’s face “Your ears aren’t pierced! Well, we’ll get on that. Hmm, maybe a nose ring?”

Voe shakes her head “I don’t know about that,”

“You have the nose for it!”

Voe raises a brow, Velvette sighs

“Perhaps a bellybutton ring,” She claps “Now!” She goes through the outfits Voe has tried on, and picks one “Wear this on your LIVE. If you’re going to be working here then you need to look your best, always. You’re representing us, and we will not be made a fool of. Understand?”

Voe nods “Yes ma’am,”

“Good,” she hands her the outfit “Here,”

The outfit was a hot pink romper with a cool blue blazer and studded cool blue pumps.

“I certainly hope you can walk in heels,”

“I can,”

“Can you strut?”

Voe smirks “I do it every day,”

“Well do it right now,”

Voe slips on the pumps and shows Velvette her model walk, loading it with all the confidence she’s saved in her back pocket for years.

“A bit shaky, but not bad. Not bad at all,” Velvette glances down at Voe’s ass when she says this and Voe decides to give her a wink back.

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“Hi guys, it’s Voe the Beau, and I know I did a LIVE earlier, but I’m back and I’m gonna show you how to do my makeup,” Voe takes off her blazer and puts her hair back

cute

brand???

show us the palette!!

“Today I’m using Velvette’s newest palette, ‘Sinful’,”

oh shit

THAT HASNT RELEASED YET!!

LUCKY BITCH

She opens the palette and shows it to the camera “Ooh these are some dark tones, I love that,” she reads the names of the shades “So we have, ‘Blood’, which a deep red ‘Poison’ which is a deep purple and- Oh” Voe sounds grossed out when she reads one. She turns it back to the camera, covering the name of one “Guys, you see this one? This white one? It’s called ‘Val’s Juice’, and it has little sparkles in it,”

OMG I LOVE SPARKLES

“Same girly pop,”

ur uber hot

“I know!” She smiles “Damn, if this what his juice looks like, what Val be eatin’?”

ME BABY

HE CAN EAT ME!

OMG VAL IS SO SEXY

LOL FUCK HIM FOR ME LMAO

“Oooh here’s one for me, it’s a dark pink. It’s called ‘Love Potion’,”

I AM SO JELLY

nah she too pretty to just be on my phone screen

“Then maybe use your Vpad, if you have one, which you should,”

i want it in blue

yesssss that electric

“Okay so today I’ll be using, ‘Love Potion, ‘Val’s Juice’ and this black one called ‘Abyss’,”

nah she a freak yall can’t see it?

“Me? A freak?” She puts her hand on her chest jokingly “What gave you that idea?”

not u teasing us

girl please

Voe starts with her foundation, then concealer and powder. She fills in her eyebrows but makes it clear that “That’s an optional step,”

how r u so beautiful???

Voe shrugs “I guess I just died that way,”

shes so pretty

im gunna double die shes so gorgeous

show them thighs off

“My thighs are currently covered, but I’m known as a ‘thicc queen’” she puts it in quotes as she puts the white eyeshadow in the corners of her eyes “So I’ve got ‘Val’s Juice’ in the corners of my eyes,” she says while laughing

lmaooooooooooooooooooo

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

😭😭😭😭😭

BAD AIM I GUESS

Voe laughs along with them and says “Now I’m using ‘Love Potion’,” She spreads the shade onto her eyelid “It’s so pigmented, I love this! You don’t have to go back over and over and layer it! It’s just right on the first go! Okay now I’m using ‘Abyss’ on the edge of my eye” She outlines a wing and fills it in with the shade, blending it on with her lids. “Okay you can never go wrong with some highlight and glitter,” she applies them and turns to the camera “How do I look chat?”

gorgeous 😍

WE NEED TO SEE MORE OF YOU

promise to come back!!

“Okay, chat question. How would I look with a bellybutton ring?”

omg so cuuuute

even cuter with a nose ring

“Ugh, you guys and this nose ring propaganda,”

YOU’D LOOK HOT AND EDGY

“But I’m not edgy,”

what are u then?

“I’m more of a preppy popular girl,” she pouts her plump lips and leans forward

preppy wit a nose ring????

“It’s not really my style but I’d try a belly button ring,” Voe looks at the time and decides to end the LIVE “Okay, that’s all for tonight! Love ya!” she blows the camera a kiss before turning it off. “UGH!” she falls back on her bed. Pretending to be all high energy was exhausting for her. She even raised the pitch of her voice on the LIVEs, it wasn’t all pretend, but this heightened version of herself required way too much energy. The door slid open and Vinny entered

“What Vinny?”

“Mr. Vox wants to see you,”

“Where?”

“In the conference room? Uh, well the Vess would like to see you,”

When Voe reached the conference room, all the Vees and their intimidating presence were fully displayed. They all have straight faces and are eerily quiet until she settles herself into a seat.

“Yes?” she sounds bored

“We saw your LIVE, and I just wanted to issue my congrats,”

They respond with scattered clapping “Outstanding dear,” Velvette compliments her “I had my doubts, but you rocked that romper,”

“Yeah, my juice looks good on you,” Val grins, saliva dripping from his lips

“There’s more isn’t there?” she asked “You didn’t just call me down here to give me praise,”

“We want the LIVEs to be longer, clearly the people love to hear you, so perhaps script them?”

“And you need to start doing videos too, and they have to be at least 3 minutes long,”

They all look at Val to see his input and he’s playing a game on his phone. He looks up “Oh I don’t have anything to say,”

An intern bursts into the room and calls out “Mr. Vox! Mr. Vox!” they sound out of breath and they all turn to them

“We are literally in a MEETING!” Vox slams his fist on the desk

When the intern catches their breath they say “The Radio Demon is on the air,”

Vox stands up hastily “Meeting adjourned!” And runs out of the room

Vel and Val purse their lips in annoyance

“Are you two coming or WHAT?”

They step up to begrudgingly follow him and Voe tags along, wanting to be supported. She runs up next to Velvette

“The Radio Demon?” she asks the other woman

Vel rolls her eyes “Ugh,”

“What are you saying you fucking asshole?!” Vox asks crouched over a radio

“Vox, calm down before you cause another blackout,”

“What’s got his panties bunched up?”

Val takes a drag of his cigarette “El demonio de la radio”

“Heh?”

Vel scoffs “The Radio Demon,”

“Who is that? Vox’s mortal enemy?”

She groans “I guess you could say that,”

“If you hate him, why are we listening to this?”

“Because he’s trying to find, what is it Vox?”

“An angle!”

“Yes, an angle,” Velvette mocks him

“VINNY COME TAKE NOTES. I’VE GOT YOU NOW ALASTOR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!”

Voe looks around the room “Does he know that he looks legit crazy right now?”

Velvette shrugs “I don’t know what’s going on through his head in these moments,”

Voe looks down at the radio “I can’t believe you even own this,” she goes to poke it before her hand is swatted at by Vox

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” he snarls

“What the fuck? Is it really that serious?”

Velvette rolls her eyes “You have no idea,”

“But you didn’t hear this from me!” The voice on the radio said, “Aha!”

“Aha!” He mocks “SHUT UP BITCH”

Voe leans forward on the table “Wow Vox, I haven’t known you that long, but this is the lowest point I’ve ever seen you at,”

“Oh trust me, he’s been lower,”

“Oh I am so much better than him, right?” he whips around to the others who nod bored

Voe laughs “Vox you’re constantly acting like the big man in charge, but you come undone for a voice on the radio? What, do you think he’s prettier than you?”

“HE IS NOT!”

“Ugh, I can’t” Velvette walks away scrolling away on her phone

Voe turns to walk away. She cannot see Vox like this and hears the clicking of heels that are not hers. She turns to find Valentino behind her with a huge grin.

“Amorcita,” he calls her, then bends down to meet the doe at eye level “I’ve heard from Vox that you desire the game that comes from us, yes?”

She blinks “You guys talk about me?”

“Of course hermosa! You’re something special,” he winks

She lets this compliment settle “Go on,”

“You’ll never get what you’re looking for working for Vox…come work for me instead,”

She’s skeptical “Don’t you make porn?”

He takes a drag on his cigarette “I prefer to call them adult films. They’re art,” he chuckles “and you are the perfect asset to enhance my art. A thick brown doe, now that is something people would pay top dollar to see. You could easily be bigger than Angel Dust,”

“Isn’t Angel Dust your pride and joy?”

He shrugs “Don’t worry, he’s just a toy. You would have my full attention,” he grins again

Voe starts walking and Val follows her.

“I don’t know about doing porn,”

He grabs her chin “Aww, are you shy? You can’t be with that body,” he bites his lip

“I’m not shy, I just think I could be doing better things. Did you know Vox invited me to be a guest on his show?” She pulls her chin out of his grip.

Val squints and furrows his brows, letting out a tiny ‘squeak’ as he responds “And then what? You’re on the show and then you’re done. With me, you’ll be a star forever,”

“Do you want my soul?”

“Well, that is the price, yes,”

“Wouldn’t that mean you own me?” Val shrugs “Give me time to think, we may be able to work something out,”

Time to think? She already knew that she would not be participating in his whore activities, but it was good to leave the door open for further business opportunities. She was above pornography, but never above fame.

Chapter 3>

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kiestrokes · 6 months ago

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🪐 🧩 🍄

Hello Sunshine,

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 1. (why is this the hardest fucking question) one of my close friends just moved back to the area (we haven't seen each other in person since her wedding in 2018) 2. so many comebacks we have no room to even breathe 3. I made it to 30? Honestly didn't think that would happen 😅

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Dad!Fics 😬 I love kids, but I don't want any human ones of my own. So it's hard for me to be interested in reading.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings oh shit, this is actually kind of hard. we all know my fave pairings in the kpop world are yoonmin, hyunbin and minsung...but...hear me out (and this is your fault for those tae photos):

TaeGi - painfully straight (or so it appears) college playboy Kim Taehyung, talented football jock and even more talented artist, (like who tf wrote this man, Shakespeare?) catches a rare sight of the infamous Min Yoongi, their schools stoic shooting guard at a party one night and can't look away. His hair a faded mint green, chatting animatedly with Jung Hoseok. All Taehyung can fixate on are those pretty hands, adorned with rings and wondering how the cool metal would feel around his throat. Taehyung's best friend, and platonic soulmate nudges his shoulder, "Careful Tata, one would think you're into our bisexual basketball captain." Without looking at Jimin, Taehyung's hand crinkles the red solo cup as he downs the rest of his drink. "So, what if I am." Jimin laughs, "Min Yoongi doesn't fucking newbies or closeted gays." Taehyung lets out a raspy hum, "we'll see about that Jiminie." Jimin's eyes flicker mischievously to Taehyung, "is that a wage for a bet?" Taehyung finally tears his eyes away from the green haired man. "You're on."

okkkk byeee!

Send me an emoji ask!

#the sun to my mars #cards against humani kie #taegi #now watch me wip

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fischlslays · 2 years ago

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Ok i saw that you were s̶u̶f̶f̶e̶r̶i̶n̶g̶. So why not u do a Todoroki x reader fluff? It's like the reader is a new kid at school and she is roomates with Todoroki.

※The reader is female

※The anime is My Hero Academia.(MHA)

-Muichiro Tokito☁🌫

Roommate [MHA]

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Warning: mention of bullying. Fluff. Roommates

♡

Listen to this besties:

Why did I recommend these? First, because I wrote it while listening to them, second, because I can.

♡

Friendly Reminder: This was not my idea as you see, @ask-muichiro-tokito is the one who bought it up, and as a reply for her, here ya go..! ♡ I want to thank @slutsssphobia for her/their supportive messege, I'm really happy :) (screaming*) BTW, check out her account, I'll list accounts to follow at the end of this post :) Add: Tf?! I have 51 followers?! Thx yall😭💅

♡

Another Reminders: Drink some water, even though if its hard, and for my eating disorder girlies I relate, YOU CAN DO IT! I love you, so does your crush. You slayy. Please listen to Britt Barbie. How does it feel to be the hottest alive?

♡

Enjoy? ♡

Y/N, the new student transfers to the popular and mysterious academy were people who were born with powers learn to control it, you wonder if you're gonna find real friends this time..

At your very first day of school, you walk around, wondering what would happen, since you were bullied at your old school for being unique, but what are you afraid of this time? While daydreaming, you bump into someone with a muscular figure, you could tell it was a guy, but who?

You look at him with embarrassment,

"I- I am sorry..! I didn't mean to bump into you!" You say while lowering your head.

The guy with red and white hair was visibly confused by your actions.

"Are you ok? You don't need to apologise, you know.." he says while placing one of his hands on your shoulder.

You watch him walk away as you find your eyes follow him unconsciously. You feel something tapping on your shoulder.

"Heyy new kid, how are you?" You turn around to see Mina, you put on a smile and talk to her, even though you were talking to her, you find your self zooning out every while thinking about your encounter with that guy. Maybe he was your type, you know that.

♡

You just got your keys, you don't know you is your roommate, you were really hoping for someone who would get along with you.

You place the key in the door hole, as you unlock the door, you see the guy you bumped into sitting on the couch reading a book. You both make eye contact, but he looks back at the book.

"I guess you are my roommate, huh? Welcome.." he says while having his eyes glued to the book.

"Yeah, thanks." You try to hide your face by look back to grab your bags.

You shyly walk to your room, you can feel his eyes following you.

While you were placing your stuff and whatever you shit you have, you hear a knock on the door. You quickly rush to the door and slowly open it, a little bit that only half of your face can be visible.

"Oh, hi" you saw while 'slightly' blushing.

"Well.." the guy in front of you says while placing his hand at the back of his neck. "Since we are roommates, I think we should know each other.."

You nod as you hear him speak, his voice was soothing, you never felt so welcomed, even thought it was the bare minimum?

You follow him to the living room, he sits on a hand chair, while you sit on the couch he was sitting on.

"So, um, what's your name?" You say while trying to start a topic.

"Todoroki Shoto. You?" He says.

"I'm L/N Y/N" you say.

He grabs that thing you open the TV with (I forgot the name) as he opens a show you really like. You lean back at the couch and place your legs on the couch, you grab a pillow and place it in front of your torso.

You both watch in silence, you can't help it, you didn't watch TV that night, you were admiring him.. imagine being roommates with your crush, it reminds you of the fanfics you were reading, but, what would happen?

♡

You were walking in the hallway, you had all the eyes for two reasons, first, because you are beautiful, second, because you are the new kid.

While enjoying your new fame, two girls approach you..

"Hey you." They say

"Yeah?"

"Who do you think you are?" One of them says

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act stupid, I know that you know.."

"Wtf are you talking about?!"

"I heard that you are roommates with Shoto, you better not have a crush on him, he is MINE." On of the girls says.

You stare at her, wtf was she up to? And what makes it worse, you really had a crush on him.

You remember the time you was bullied at your old school, do you really want to be bullied here too? No. You better get your act together.

"So? Thanks for the advice, I'd totally have a crush on him for you. <3" you saw while crossing your arms.

Everyone looks at you, the girls infront of you were visibly angry. It made you happy.

One of the girls pushed you. You fall on your butt. You look at her, she looked satisfied to see you like that.

"What are you doing..?"

You look behind to see who was that.

It's Shoto.

He approaches as the girls start to shake slowly.

"Oh, h-hi Shoto-san." One of the girls says.

He ignores them both and approached you, he gives you his hand. You stare at it, did somebody really stand up for you? You look at his hand wondering whether to grab it or not. But you did at the end.

After he made sure you were ok, he looks at the girls.

"I better not see you bully y/n or anyone.." he says.

The girls nod slowly, as they walk back with embarrassment, and *poff* they were gone.

"People here can be jerks some times, I'm sorry for that."

You look at him. "Yeah, thank you."

He walks away as your eyes again followed him, you are sure that you really like him.

You admire him.

♡

Heyy thanks for reaching this part :)

This one really sucks, it's my first time writing for him.

Pls tell me if you want an other version of this where y/n is confident or whatever.

Love yall

Tags: @ask-muichiro-tokito @sanemis-zubbue @slutsssphobia @sanemis @sanemisfav @sanemiangel

Tell me if you want me to tag you. <3

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in1-nutshell · 7 months ago

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Hi! can you do request of Tf Crossover of these Buddies And also them meeting each other?

Ophelia (TFP Megatron's daughter w/ the opposite personality), Ironhold (G1 Megatron's kid), and Fearless Buddy

The children finally meet! Interdimensional space siblings!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy meeting Ophelia and Ironhold

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight romance (for corresponding Conjunxes), Human reader, Cybertronian reader

G1/MTMTE/Rid 2015

Au no one knows each other.

Fearless was minding their own business in the poetry club room when everything happened.

Well, that’s what they called it anyways.

They were waiting for Megatron to be done with his latest class and was running late. Probably trying to explain Riptide what he did wrong on his test again when portal appeared on the wall next to them.

Fearless grabbing the desk with a death grip.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I JUST GOT BACK FROM A TRIP!”--Fearless

Out pops two bots when the portal closes.

One is clearly a minibot who was rubbing her helm after landing on her face.

The other taller bot had landed much more gracefully on their pedes in a superhero pose.

Fearless looks at the pair confused, they could see the others were just as confused.

The tallest bot walked over to the human and picked them up.

“Human, where am I? I promise nothing will happen to you if you tell me the location of this… are we in a ship!?”—Tall one

Fearless eyes go wide when they see the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

The minibot also sees this.

“Hey! Put the human down!”—Small one

“I assusre you two nothing bad will happen when Megatron—”—Tall one

“Megatron?!”—Small one

“Why would Megs—”--Fearless

“Megs?!”—Tall and Small one

“Okay… I think I know what’s going on. You, the tall one, put me down on the desk first.”--Fearless

The taller bot gently puts them down.

Fearless dust themselves and looks at the pair.

“Now, golden question. Is the war still going on?”--Fearless

“Of course, the war is still going—”—Tall one

“Of course, the war just ended—”—Small one

The two Cybertronains look at each other shocked.

“There it is. You two are from another dimension. The war has been over for a bit here.”--Fearless

The tallest is still processing it.

“It’s over… its finally over? Here?”—Tall one

They sit down in one of the chairs while the minibot pats their leg.

“It has been since Megatron renounced Decepticonism and became and Autobot—”--Fearless

“FATHER’S WHAT?!”—Tall and Small one

All three look at each other in shock.

“Megatron’s your father?”—Small one

They nod.

“And he is yours as well?”--Ironhold

“Same here!”--Fearless

Fearless breaks into a wide smile.

“Do you know what this means!?”--Fearless

“Umm—”—Tall one

“I got interdimensional siblings! Wait—what are you guys’ names anyways? I’m Fearless!”--Fearless

“That’s a human name I haven’t heard of.”—Small one

“It’s not my Earth name, Whirl picked it. He said it fit better and its just stuck since then.”--Fearless

“I’m Ophelia.”--Ophelia

“I like that name.”--Fearless

“I am Ironhold. Going back to my previous question Fearless, where are we?”--Ironhold

“We’re on the Lost Light on a quest to find the Knights of Cybertron. Rodimus knows more about the details than I do—”--Drift

“Rodimus? I haven’t heard a name like that?”—Ironhold

“Me neither.”--Ophelia

“Rodimus? Like Rodimus Prime—”--Fearless

“PRIME! What happened to Optimus?!”--Ironhold

“Oh, this is going to take a bit…”--Fearless

After a bit of talking and explaining briefly about their universe, Fearless wants the others to meet Megatron.

Ironhold and Fearless were a bit confused on why Ophelia didn’t like the idea too much.

She briefly explained her Megatron and what he had done to her in the past.

Ophelia is now slightly regretting telling her new siblings about her Megatron.

Ironhold has a steely gaze with their servos in fists.

Fearless looks like they are going to offline someone with a paperclip.

But Fearless reassures the pair, mainly Ophelia, that this Megatron was going through his redemption and was a nice bot.

Anyways they promised they would jump Megatron with their Amica before any damage came to her.

The trio walked out of the classroom and followed the human to the bridge using one of the longer ways.

Everything was going well until someone nearly ran over Fearless in their speeding alt mode.

They would have been hit if Ironhold hadn’t scooped them and Ophelia up and jumped over the speedster.

Fearless grasping their digit and heart.

“You sure… know how to make a save Hold’s.”--Fearless

“I’ve had practice with my Conjunx. He always gets into trouble, and I usually have to get him out of it.”--Ironhold

Ophelia and Fearless perk.

“You have a Conjunx too! I have one as well.”--Opehlia

Ironhold smiles continuing the walk.

Fearless grumbles a bit.

“How come the youngest gets married and I don’t even have a significant other yet...”—Fearless

“You do know I’m older than you by thousands of years, right? If anything you’re the youngest.”--Ophelia

Fearless points at Ironhold.

“Ironhold is the oldest, I’m the middle child and you’re the baby.”--Fearless

“That doesn’t seem—”--Ophelia

“I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is.”--Fearless

“But that—”--Ophelia

“Hush, the eldest speaks.”--Ironhold

“You too Ironhold?”--Ophelia

Ironhold just smirks and continues the journey.

Surprisingly not many bots reacted to Ironhold holding Fearless and Ophelia.

Probably because Fearless and Ophelia were covering their Decepticon insignias.

They finally reached the bridge.

Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus were there talking about something.

Fearless let out a whistle catching the three bots attention.

“Fearless what are—Who are you two?”--Megatron

Ophelia’s grip on Ironhold tightens a bit as Ironhold realizes that this Megatron was bigger than theirs.

They were practically looking optic to optic.

“They’re my interdimensional siblings! You got more kids out there Megs!”—Fearless

“I have wait?”--Megatron

Megatron freezes hearing this.

Rodimus takes a bit to understand this and lets out a bit of a laugh at his Co-captain’s expense.

Magnus is wondering what to write up Brainstorm for this time.

Ironhold straightens up a bit when Megatron comes closer.

The former Warlord notices the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

“… The war is still going on in my dimension sir. But I have no intention of hurting the humans.”--Ironhold

“… The war just finished not too long ago.”--Ophelia

Rodimus seeing Fearless’s face of ‘Roddy distraction! Please!’ swoops in.

“How about we talk this over at Swerve and a cube of engex?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus that is not—”--Magnus

Magnus spots Fearless’s pleading look and gives in.

“Also, no engex for the youngest here.”--Fearless

“Fearless!”--Ophelia

There is understandable a crowd around the newcomers when they enter Swerve’s.

Ironhold and Ophelia were floored with the amount of energon and engex available and not rationed out.

The pair answered the questions best they could while downing the energon after Ratchet made sure they could.

The crew was surprised to see that Megatron had two other kids in different dimensions.

They especially couldn’t believe that Ophelia was his kid.

Speaking of Ophelia, when her past was brought up, both Ironhold and Fearless told her that she didn’t need to tell if she didn’t feel comfortable. She told them either way.

The army of the ‘Ophelia protection Squad’ had grown in numbers that day.

Megatron gave his personal apology for his counterpart’s actions.

Ophelia told him it wasn’t necessary seeing that he was a greater mech than her Megatron would ever be at this point.

They were happy to hear about her being newly Conjunxed and happy to a mech that she had known for a while.

“Wait, his name is really Steve?”--Fearless

“Yes.”--Ophelia

She had a warm smile saying his name.

Fearless turns to Ironhold finishing their 10th cube.

“Didn’t you say you also had a spouse? Who are they?”--Fearless

For the first time since they had gotten on the ship, Ironhold looked a bit bashful.

Fearless nudges them a bit.

“Ooohhh! I bet it’s someone we know! Is it someone here?”--Fearless

“No… but a can bet a good portion of the bots here know who he is…”--Ironhold

“The suspense is killing me!”--Whirl

“Whirl!”--Fearless

“Spill the beans as the humans say!”--Whirl

Ironhold shyly looks down.

“…Its Rumble.”--Ironhold

Silence.

Ravage appears out of nowhere startling the bot.

“Ravage? You’re here too?”--Ironhold

“Your Conjunxed to Rumble? Did you hit your helm before making that decision?”--Ravage

“You know… you, Frenzy, Megatron, Starscream, and almost everyone told me the same thing. But no, we decided to do it a year ago and we’ve been happy ever since.”--Ironhold

Megatron in the meantime is happy to hear that his interdimensional kids have wonderful Conjunxes, well at least having a good relationship. Then he looks over at Fearless who is intently listening to their siblings’ lives.

Fearless look at him.

“Megs? You, okay?”--Fearless

“… You don’t happen to find someone on board of… particular interest, right?”—Megatron

Fearless nearly spits out their drink.

“Megatron!”--Fearless

“I’m just saying—”--Megatron

“Fearless has the hots for someone?!”--Whirl

“Whirl no!”--Fearless

“Whirl yes! Who is it? They’ll have to win me in a duel for your hand.”--Whirl

“Whirl this isn’t the olden days. Wait where did you even hear that from?”--Fearless

“You don’t need to know.”--Whirl

“I feel like I should.”--Fearless

Sooner than anyone would like, the portal comes back.

Fearless instructs the pair to just jump in, it worked for them the past few times.

There is a bit of a tearful fair well for the pair.

Megatron gives Ophelia a small hug, which nearly makes her short circuit, but is going to treasure that hug for a long time.

He gives another to Ironhold who stiffens a bit before reciprocating.

Fearless with a watery smile tells them that they are welcomed back anytime and if their respected Megatron’s ever give them trouble, to call them.

They would crawl inside his armor and tear him apart with a pair of tweezers and a spork.

Rung has some new appointments made after that comment.

Then the pair jumped into the portal.

With Ophelia…

Ophelia lands on her behind in the scrapyard.

“I can never get a good landing, can I?”--Ophelia

“Ophelia?! Ophelia is that you?!”--Steve

Steve turns the corner only to get floored by his Conjunx, who was just hugging him tightly.

He reciprocated just as hard.

“Primus Sweet Spark! Where were you?”--Steve

Ophelia hugs tighter.

“It’s a long story Stevie. I think the whole team might want to hear this one.”--Ophelia

With Ironhold…

Ironhold groans as they land on their back in the middle of the main room.

Megatron and Soundwave immediately go over.

Megatron and Soundwave help them back onto their pedes.

“Ironhold! Where on Cybertron have you been!? DO you have any idea—”--Megatron

Ironhold pulls them both into a hug and sighs in relief.

The two Cons are confused at the sudden physical contact before they let go.

“Where’s Rumble?”--Ironhold

“Rumble: habsuite.”--Soundwave

Ironhold begins running before turning back.

“I promise I will explain everything later!”--Ironhold

“Iron—and they’re gone.”--Megatron

Ironhold was running to their habsuite passing by several startled mechs.

They slow down at the front of their habsuite and gently knock.

“I told you Frenzy leave me alone!”--Rumble

Ironhold’s spark tightens hearing her Conjunx voice waver at the end.

They gently open the door.

Rumble has his back turned to the door.

His pedes up to his chassis with his arms around them making him look smaller than normal.

“Frenzy I swear if you don’t—”--Rumble

He looks back ready to through a pipe when he stops.

There was Ironhold standing in the doorway, gently closing it giving the two privacy.

They look down at their pedes a bit nervously before looking at him with slightly glossed optics.

“Hey Love, sorry for keeping you waiting.”--Ironhold

Rumble drops the pipe, stands up on the berth and launches himself at Ironhold.

They just had enough time to catch him and quickly fell back onto their berth holding him close.

Rumble breaks out of the hold suddenly and digs a digit into their chassis.

“HOW DARE YOU! Do you have any idea—any idea what… what…”--Rumble

He goes back to hugging, seeing their face with a sad smile.

“Don’t… do that again ya numbnuts…”--Rumble

Ironhold just hugs him back, just happy to have their Conjunx back in their arms.

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