#tf shutter

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Hanging out with your brother

[misskitzz]

Shutter.

Mama I had a nigthmare ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

This was someting so umm

[rriverdrawss]

Tfa!Optimus is also taking over… tfa in general is taking over my head rn-

[ekawakanako-tf]

A picture about the illustration of a Shuttered Glass novel.

Starscream: What?Can you drink Energon from there?

Soundwave: This is the first time I've heard of it. Oh...

[socialtomcat]

genuinely going through the 5 stages of grief over this camera. stay tuned to find out if i make it to acceptance

[jubileeeeee]

I realized I was being a hypocrite by always drawing and encouraging people with their tf ocs and being too shy to share my own soooo.

this is Peril !!! She's an autobot special ops agent who deals in espionage and lives for the thrill of the hunt. Her design is meant to convey a nonspecific predator, though I like to call her coyote-like. Her alt-mode is a stealth bike ! she looks kinda scary and mean but actually she's the chillest ever, has a great sense of humor and knows how to have fun. She's also just really good at her job and takes it very seriously. (and she likes intimidating people bc she thinks its really funny that they're scared of her)

Peril works in a team of three, consisting of herself and 2 minibots she's taken in and personally trained- Kit and Spotter, who act as combat medic and reconnaissance respectively !

Kit is curious, soft-spoken but easily excitable, and always strives to make the lives of the bots around them a little bit easier, any way they can. When not acting as a battlefield medic, they serve as an assistant to the bigger medics. They turn into a medical droid that can compact into a portable med kit to be carried! They're loosely designed like a beetle

Spotter is incredibly observational, notices everything, sees all, and uses it to absolutely terrorize everyone. A horrible little prankster, he gets along well with Whirl. She didn't undergo empurata, she just looks like that lol. Her eye functions like a camera shutter. His favorite activities include lurking in shadows, annoying kit, and driving everyone insane. And then acting like a perfect angel in front of Peril. She turns into a security drone/camera and is designed after dragonflies !!

there's my team !!! They're a found family and I love them dearly <333 if you would be so kind as to prompt me to yap abt them more, my ask box is open....

[revelboo]

just wanted to say that i love how open you are in writing for any iteration of tf. tf animated especially, i remember back then there being sparse tfa x reader fics here n there, now i'm seeing so much content on it alongside your own and it's making my heart sing. can't wait to read more form you and, as always, take care of yourself!

speaking of tfa, it my day of birth (at the time of writing this lol) and as i was out shopping i came across the golden bug! couldn't help but take home the sillie lil guy cuz it been a while since i gotten a legacy united figure 🐝🩷

Thank you and happy birthday! There’s still a few TF series I need to watch/rewatch before I feel really comfortable writing for them

Warm

TFA Bumblebee x Reader

• Stretched out on the beat up couch with a book, you hear two of the others in the kitchen good naturedly arguing about how much garlic to use in whatever they’re cooking tonight. And it’s strange, so many humans hanging out here, completely at ease among the giant Cybertronians. All of you spending more time here than at your actual homes. Glancing up as a shadow falls across you and your book is plucked out of your hands by big servos, then tossed on the coffee table, you smile at your alien boyfriend.

• Groaning, he sprawls carefully across the end of the couch, head in your lap. “Bored,” he says, going limp, optics shuttering as you laugh and push at his head. “So bored.��� Head turning, he presses his mouth against your palm and looks up at you. “Entertain me?”

• “You know you’re really heavy?” You ask, tracing the curve of one of his horns to make him shiver. And he clears his vents with a snort, pressing his face against your belly. Feel him wiggling against you, forcing you to spread your thighs to make room for him.

• Head turning to watch Sari walk past, nose wrinkling, Bee hears you snort when she loudly complains about being ‘gross around impressionable, little kids.’ “We’re not doing anything,” he growls as his adopted, little sister sticks his tongue out and you lean down to press a kiss against his helm. ‘Gross,’ Sari calls out to make Prowl lean in to see what’s going on.

• Laughing at Sari’s disgusted mumbling, you cup Bee’s face in your hands and kiss him to make her complain even louder. Laughing against his lips, he crawls up over you, mouth sliding against yours as he cups the back of your head. “Not in the common area,” Ratchet growls, startling you both. The old medic frowning severely as you both crack up laughing.

[nonsscrapheap]

i blame @lovckett or this, spawned by their SI!Armada!Starscream appearing in TF: Prime Idea

random scene of armada starscream rescuing breakdown from mech's first capture. (let my boy have BOTH his optics pls and thank you)

===== Armada x Prime =====

"Open him up."

Breakdown would never admit to feeling fear at the sight of the drill coming closer to his optic, but he won't deny that he was feeling something akin to it. Which was fragging natural considering this was a drill about to take out his optic!

Suddenly, the tunnel he was being kept in shook. Breakdown gritted his denta as the tip of the drill shook and scratched along his faceplate instead, the shaking missing his optic by inches.

"What was that?!" The fleshling, Silas barked as the drill was reared back and powered down. The screen suddenly shifted to a closed entryway, the start of the tunnel.

The metal shutter was dented inwards with the metal gleaming red as if something hot had exploded against it. The armed humans at the closed shutter seemed hesitant but had their guns aimed at the dented and idly melting entryway.

Breakdown squinted his optics, wondering what was going on- had Lord Megatron or someone else sent Decepticons to rescue him? Great, if a little embarrassing considering he'd been captured by organics of all things.

The tunnel shook again as the metal shutters exploded, a violet beam cutting through the giant dust cloud that came from the explosion, miraculously it didn't hit any humans but it left a series of small explosions in its wake.

"Jetstorm, Runway, Sonar, go!" A voice, a mech's voice, commanded. A voiceprint that Breakdown was unfamiliar with.

From the dark cloud, three small jets, smaller than even the average Earth vehicle, emerged. The humans were stunned, but not stunned enough to not react- they shot at the flying vehicles but were chaotically rammed into by said jets, they cried out in surprise as the three jets flew around and aimed for any human nearby.

"Unfortunate, but intriguing." Silas said before he motioned for the other to follow him. "A shame to cut this short, it would have been a lot more interesting cutting open a live cybertronian instead of sifting through the leftovers of those lesser Decepticon ones that the Autobots love going through. Another time then, Breakdown."

His spark dropped, did he mean the vehicons? Was that why they had less body parts to retrieve lately? How dare they-

Three thumps interrupted his rage, and his optics flickered at the sight of... minicons? Minicons? Here? On Earth? "What the frag."

The three minicons beeped in their private little minicon language, Breakdown had never really bothered to learn about it or more about minicons. The little espionage bots throughout the war were more of the Intel and Communications part of stuff while Breakdown- well, obviously he was not that.

Reminds him of the minicons that Soundwave used to have. (He wonders if those two are okay, Soundwave has never been the same without them and Ravage)

The minicons looked up and waved their arms, beeping and chirping cheerily and with pride.

Pedesteps.

"Yes, yes, good work you three. You cleared the way and made it to- well, this poor gentlemech." That voiceprint... Breakdown strained his helm to see who it belonged to.

It was... a seeker? Big one, bigger that Starscream.

Bright red with white, and- orange optics? Strange. He doesn't know this mech. No Decepticon brand... but no Autobot brand either. Neutral?

Pretty thing though, the red finish reminds him of Knock Out...

Was that another minicon on the seeker's shoulder? Four minicons?

"Who are you?" Breakdown asked suspiciously, optics narrowing at the seemingly Neutral seeker (who was neutral nowadays? He didn't know there were any neutrals left...)

The seeker huffed, "Your savior." He deadpanned in reply before reaching back and detaching his wing??? What??? The??? Frag??? Could seekers do that?

He watched in stunned silence as the wing folded thinly into a blade-shape, before gleaming red with energy. A fragging laser sword?? Again. What the frag??? Could Starscream do that??

The minicons jumped off of his restrained body as the unknown seeker stepped closer, raising the sword high, was he going to—

Breakdown flinched as the sword was brought low in a swift, yet beautifully efficient movement. Not a klik later, his restrained were sliced open. Breakdown had no knowledge of swordsbotship, but damn had that been cool.

"Come on, we need to go." The seeker barked, turning on his heel. The minicons beeped and chirped, motioning Breakdown to get up.

Breakdown was quick to do so, "Hey! Wait!" He and the minicons quickly caught up to the seeker who was now jogging through the tunnel. "You didn't answer my question."

"Yes I did."

Breakdown frowned, "You didn't tell me your designation."

"You asked who I was, not for my designation." Was the seeker's smart aft reply. Breakdown held back an annoyed growl. "Call me... Armada."

Breakdown's optics narrowed again, Armada? He doesn't recall any mech or seeker going by the name. Clearly a fake designation. Before he could even ask or demand the seeker's actual designation, they ended up at the entrance- where more of those pesky humans were.

Breakdown didn't bother holding back his growl this time, servo shifting to his hammer while the seeker dropped into a defensive stance with his sword, shielding his faceplate from the annoying fire from the smaller creatures.

The minicons took shelter behind them, the one at Armada's shoulder moved behind Armada's helm and tapped it insistently, bleeping and chirping rapidly. "Absolutely not! Just get down with the others Swindle!" Armada growled.

Swindle?

How fragging hilarious, the minicon shared a name with that money-grubbing conmech. He can't wait to tell KnockOut later on.

Swindle, hah, bleeped even harder but reluctantly dropped to the ground with the three other minicons. Just in time Armada to swat away an incoming missile with his still glowing sword.

Missiles were being launched from helicopters above while cars of humans were shooting annoying yet distracting bullets from below, moving around like the chaotic insects they were.

Breakdown used his canon to shoot at them, and his hammer to pound down any car that dared to come close enough.

Armada was using his sword to gouge the earth and cut cars in half, using one half of the car to lob at the helicopters- direct hit. Breakdown grinned, following his lead and grabbing a smashed car for one of the other copters.

One of those copters had a strange electric canon thing, it charged and narrowly missed Armada who had dodged just in time with a incensed growl.

Breakdown was a little more distracted, trying to smash every car in his wake so he was very surprised when Armada suddenly tackled him from the side- he was less surprised as the spot he'd been standing at suddenly exploded thanks to that electric canon.

The seeker was quick to get back on his pedes while Breakdown stared up at him with wide optics. Damn.

Usually, between him and KnockOut, it was KnockOut who liked to bring mechs into their open relationship for a good time. Breakdown rarely did that on his own, content with his conjunx but Primus, was this new seeker making him think—

He suddenly hears blaster fire, and from the distance, he sees blue blaster fire shooting at the helicopters from the ground. "You called the Autobots for backup?!" He hissed but was surprised by the glare he got from the seeker.

"No, I did not." He growled back, looking displeased and annoyed. "They must have been in the area and heard the noise."

Breakdown doesn't know if he should believe that, but as much as he hates the fact the Autobots were around. At least their presence was useful, with the added numbers of threats growing, the humans- MECH- decided to retreat.

Leaving Armada and Breakdown behind to deal with the Autobots. Or, well, Autobot.

Turns out it was just Bulkhead.

"Well I'll be, if it isn't Bulkhead." Breakdown sneered as the former Wrecker came forward, blaster smoking. "I'll admit, didn't expect to see you here alone. Again. Ready for round two?"

"Breakdown." Bulkhead growled back, optics narrowed, "Should'a known you of all mechs didn't need rescuin'... Who's your friend?" He glanced over to Armada but faltered at the sight of the four minicons that were peeking from behind Armada's legs. And then double-taking as he watched Armada's sword de-activate, fold back into a wing shape and reattach it back on his back. "Uh..."

Honestly, not even Breakdown can blame him because that was the exact reaction he had watching the whole thing. "I'm not his friend." Armada replied with a scoff, "Just someone who knows it's a bad idea for Cybertronian biology to end up in the hands of humans like MECH. It's trouble no one wants." He said, crossing his arms.

"You're a Neutral?" Bulkhead muttered, a bit awed as he sees no brand on the seeker. "Didn't think you guys were still around."

Armada sent him a sharp look, "And whose fault is that exactly?" He snarked before shaking his helm, "I'm done here. You two can go back to your war and your fighting. Try not to destroy this planet like Cybertron and countless others."

Both bots flinched at the scathing tone the seeker had, "Hey! That's not fair- it was the cons who destroyed Cybertron not us Autobots!" Bulkhead protested and Breakdown glowered at him.

Unfortunately that was true, however- "It was you 'bots who forced us to do that!"

They both readied their hammers before a loud, angry jet engine growl interrupted their fight. "Both of you can shut the frag up! As far as I see it, both of you Decepticons and Autobots ruined Cybertron! It's always you two! No matter what uni—" Armada cut himself off, inventing sharply with a bitter and pained look. "... Cybertron is dead, thanks to this Unicron-damned war. Autobot, Decepticon... You both have energon staining your servos. Don't act as if the other side is the sole blame for everything."

There was a silence in the air as Armada seemed to hug himself, his minicons beeping and chirping sadly at the seeker who avoided looking at both ex-Wreckers.

Well... seemed like trying to coax Armada to either side would be difficult if that was his mindset over everything. Breakdown had to wonder if Armada had sided with either during the war, or was he neutral all along? Hard to say.

Suddenly Armada's wings perked and he looked up to the sky, "Scrap." He said, spotting lights in the distance in a formation. His wings twitched again and he looked off to the side, more lights in the distance. "Scrap." He repeated.

"Swindle! Jetstorm! Sonar! Runway! We're leaving, now!" Three of the minicons immediately transformed into their jet alts, taking to the skies while the fourth, Swindle, climbed up Armada's leg. Armada turned to Breakdown, glaring at him determinedly. "You owe me for this Breakdown, remember that."

"Armada—" Breakdown was interrupted when the mech jumped into the air, transforming into a jet with Swindle in his cockpit. Soon, he, along with the three other little jets, were off. Flying as far and as fast as they could.

By the time both Decepticon and Autobot back up returned, it was just the ex-Wreckers left behind.

And though there would be an ensuing fight, said Wreckers would have quite the tale to tell to both sides.

===== Armada x Prime =====

this is definitely not canon to Hound of the Stars since i have no idea WHEN hokori is going to drop Armada in, in the Primeverse timeline. just a separate snippet about Armada saving Breakdown that i had to write bc it was itching at my brain.

why did armada save breakdown? because he hates MECH and Breakdown should've had more screen time. VERY bitter about cybertron's fate in nearly all the continuities they know of, its added by armada!starscream's own personal memories as a child soldier who probably never saw cybertron's golden age and stuff. all he knows is war and he hates it.

that's this armada though, i am very much looking forward to whatever hokori is cooking for Hound of the Stars.

also yes, those are the names for the minicons who make up the star saber- i had to dig for those. swindle is the laser canon. ive implied a lot of stuff, also made breakdown and knockout conjunxes bc yes.

honestly i have another scene in mind of dreadwing meeting armada and immediately falling helm over heels for the seeker. bright paint, good at minicon care (sparklings anyone??) and strong warrior? oomf. likewise, i kinda want soundwave to be lowkey obsessed with armada bc of the minicons. and oo, wheeljack? fellow swordfighter hello???

look i just want armada to be hot and be sought out for by both sides.

i hope you enjoyed!

[writeonwhiskey]

act like you love me: ch 9

a/n: ahhh, it's finally here! lots happening this chapter, buckle tf up! word count: 5.3k tracklist: Behind the Light [ fic master list ]

9 - Picture This, Picture That

WEEK 9

Today’s schedule is light—just some shots for the intro sequence and a round of promotional photos in the afternoon. You’re in the hair and makeup trailer with Felix—Yuna, Minho and Han left to scrounge up some snacks from craft services.

“I have a weird, kind of lame question…” you say.

“What’s up?” he asks, dabbing at the corner of your eye with a sponge.

“Can we take a picture together? I’m supposed to start building my social media more and I’m not permitted to share stuff from set…but I think I could get away with something of you and I.”

Felix blinks, then smirks. “Insignificant Felix to the rescue?”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, God. That came out wrong. That’s not what I meant, I—”

He rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, catching your eyes in the mirror. “I’m messing with you. Where’s your phone?”

You pass it to him, and he angles it for a quick selfie. He grins wide, you manage something natural enough, and then the shutter clicks. He proceeds to move around you in the chair, snapping pictures from different angles until you loosen up. By the end of the impromptu photoshoot, you’re shaking your head and covering your face as you laugh.

“There,” Felix says when you’re done, handing your phone back. “You’re welcome.”

“I owe you one,” you reply.

Yuna, Minho and Han return and Yuna gets straight to work on your hair. You browse through the pictures, scanning for a few your agency may approve of. As your agent said, the vibe of your socials is meant to be authenticity and relatability, and what could be more relatable than goofing around with your co-worker?

“When are we all going to go out again?” Yuna asks, glancing at Han and Minho. “That night was so much fun!”

“Our schedules have been all over the place,” Han says.

“But we could try to plan something soon,” Minho continues, while Felix touches up his makeup. “Like a pre-wrap party.”

“All of us from last time?” Yuna asks.

“Why?” Minho pauses, narrowing his eyes. “Who do you want to be there specifically?”

“Seungmin? Jeongin? Hyunjin?” Han follows up.

You keep your expression unreadable at the mention of Hyunjin. You hope it’s not him she wants to see again. But is that a thing you’re allowed to hope for? He’s not even yours to claim.

And the idea of hoping other girls don’t like him isn’t a reasonable thought. So, you couldn’t blame her if she did. He’s Hwang fucking Hyunjin. Hundreds of thousands if not millions already do.

Fuck. That’s daunting.

“I bet it’s Seungmin,” Minho continues, causing Yuna to blush. “You both disappeared when we were dancing for a long time.”

You relax a little. Maybe that night at the club was the start of something more for them too. Part of you wants to ask for more details, but knowing what you’re hiding, it doesn’t feel right to pry.

“We’ll invite him…” Han trails off, a mischievous smile taking over his features, “If you tell us what happened.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Don’t let them bully you.” You come to her defense. “I’ll make sure everyone from last time is there.”

Minho glares. “Way to ruin the fun, y/n.”

“Whatever,” you shrug. “I’m a good wingman. You guys are being jerks.”

Minho opens his mouth to reply when the trailer door swings open, dragging everyone’s attention to it. Hyunjin leans in, dressed as Jae-hoon was the day he arrived at the inn—a white shirt tucked into black slacks, collar open, sunglasses hanging from his shirt.

“You guys planning to keep me waiting all day?” He addresses the room, sparing a fleeting glance at the others, then his gaze snaps right to you.

“About five more minutes, your highness,” Felix says.

Hyunjin’s smile quirks, and he gives a small nod. As he steps back out, the door swinging closed behind him, you realize your heart’s beating faster than it should be.

Five minutes later, you make your way to set with Han and Minho. The inn is picture-perfect as usual in the morning. The crew is already bustling about, adjusting reflectors, setting tracks for the camera, shouting for equipment like the well-oiled, chaotic machine it always is.

You spot Hyunjin and Chan standing near the front entrance. Chan waves you over. Hyunjin’s lips curve into a grin the second his eyes land on you. You shoot him a look, willing him to behave in front of your boss. And he does.

The last few days have been a blur, but not in the way you expected. After that night with the supplies and the way Hyunjin held you until you fell asleep—you’ve been caught in this strange in between. A space where it almost feels safe. Like maybe you can balance on this tightrope without falling. Every glance, every touch, every shared smile weaves the fantasy tighter.

Chan starts briefing you all on the shots for the intro sequence. No dialogue. Just mood and chemistry.

You listen—you try to listen—but your thoughts keep drifting. You just want to touch Hyunjin. It’s ridiculous. Fifteen hours since you last saw him and it feels like an eternity. How did it get to this point in less than three weeks?

You start walking toward your mark with Minho and Han trailing behind you, ready to get the ball rolling.

You can’t wait for this day to end.

You can’t wait to have his lips on yours again.

After lunch, the courtyard of the inn becomes the backdrop for the photoshoot. You, Minho, and Han are scheduled for the first round, and they sit you down for solo shots to start. Soft music plays in the background, helping to settle your nerves and giving the shoot a more relaxed, easy vibe.

You pose. Turn. Smile when prompted—all while trying your best to ignore the ridiculous faces and poses Minho and Han are doing behind the photographer.

Hyunjin arrives just as Minho wraps. You watch him work, still a little in awe at how effortlessly he commands the space, how precisely he controls every feature of his face to give the camera exactly what it wants. He’s annoyingly good at this.

But it no longer irritates you. It makes you feel proud.

When the photographer claps and calls your name, you barely register it. “y/n, let’s get some of you two together.”

You head toward the table where Hyunjin’s sitting. He rises immediately, offering you the seat. You’re torn between slipping into professional mode and the temptation to reach for him.

He doesn’t speak—just moves into place behind you, one hand settling lightly on your shoulder. You graciously welcome the warmth that radiates throughout your body from his touch.

You shift poses—standing, sitting, one where you’re angled on his lap, your hand resting on the back of his neck.

“Closer,” the photographer instructs. “You’re lovers from different worlds. Let that tension breathe between you.”

He doesn’t know how accurate he is.

Hyunjin’s grip tightens on your waist. His breath brushes the shell of your ear as he leans in, murmuring, “It’s driving me crazy this is the most I’ve got to touch you all day.”

You bite back a smile, trying not to let it reach your eyes.

“Beautiful,” the photographer coos. “Give me more of that.”

You struggle to refocus, but Hyunjin keeps pushing the edge. He’s brushing your hair back, his thumb grazing your jaw as he subtly adjusts your angle for the camera, under the pretense of helping.

You glance over to check the others—Minho and Han are distracted, scrolling through their phones. Good.

But then something catches your eye. A figure near the monitors.

You freeze.

Your agent.

You knew she was supposed to come at some point this week, but not today. Not now.

Your pulse spikes.

Shit.

Her phone is in her hand, snapping photos of the shoot—of you and Hyunjin.

You sit straighter, putting a sliver of space between you.

“My place or yours tonight?” Hyunjin teases, oblivious as he closes the distance almost as soon as you created it.

You don’t answer—you can’t. Because your agent is watching. Her eyes on you. And Hyunjin. And you don’t know how much she’s seen already.

You shift away from his touch.

Hyunjin stills, brow furrowing in confusion. He doesn’t push the issue—but you can feel him pulling back too.

The group shots begin, and you welcome the distance. Anything to slow your racing thoughts. But the damage is done. Where there was anticipation, now there’s dread coiling tight in your stomach. There’s no telling what she’ll do with the pictures on her phone—you have no control over those.

The moment the photographer calls a wrap, you make eye contact with your agent and nod in the direction of your trailer. You don’t even look behind you to see if she’s following, but she steps inside moments after you.

She’s bearing a wide grin, holding up her phone.

“I got some great shots of you and Hyunjin. You’re a very photogenic pairing.”

Her words immediately put you on edge.

“I thought you weren’t coming until the weekend,” you say, keeping your voice level.

“Schedule changed. Plus, I wanted to bring the KBS contract.” She reaches into her messenger bag and produces the documents. “You looked good out there.”

Before you can reply, another knock sounds. You open the door to find Hyunjin—he’s changed out of Jae-hoon’s costume and is now wearing jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt. He clocks your agent instantly but doesn’t skip a beat.

“Some of us were gonna grab dinner,” he says. His voice is easy, casual, but his eyes are locked on you as always. “You coming?”

“Uhm…I’m not hungry. But thank you.”

He must see the hesitation written across your face.

“Later?” he asks quietly, just for you.

You glance once at your agent—she’s leaning against the counter, looking at her phone but most definitely listening—then back to him.

You give him a small, almost imperceptible nod.

He smiles softly and returns your nod before walking away.

“Cute,” your agent says without looking up. “You two have good, natural chemistry. You should capitalize on that.”

You don’t respond, instead reaching for the contract folder sitting on the counter. You flip it open, eyes skimming over the offer and schedule, but your brain won’t settle.

“We have to wait until after the premiere but sharing those photos of you and Hyunjin from the shoot will be engagement gold,” she says casually.

“I don’t want to use him like that,” you say, more firmly than you expect.

That gets her attention. She raises an eyebrow. “It’s not using him. It’s called leveraging the moment. That’s the game, y/n. You’d be doing yourself a disservice pretending you two aren’t working magic together.”

You set the contract down and take a breath.

You can’t tell her it’s more than that.

“Where do I sign?” you change the subject.

She flips through each page of the contract where you need to initial and/or sign.

“y/n,” she begins, as she’s putting the folder back in her bag. “I’m not the enemy here. I just want to remind you of that. I work for you.”

She’s right. But it’s easy to forget that when you’re more focused on keeping this secret from seeing the light of day.

“If you don’t want to post anything with Hyunjin, you don’t have to,” she continues. “Posting nothing but the two of you could be mistaken as clout chasing or spark dating rumors, sure, and I understand that’s not what you want. I don’t think posting once or twice will have a negative impact, though. But if you don’t share anything with him at all…have you considered how that will look too? Would people speculate about tension on set?”

You sigh, plopping down on the couch. You hadn’t considered that alternative.

“This is your first time going through something like this. It’s bound to feel conflicting.”

“It really is,” you murmur.

“I’m not here to tell you how to live your private life. But just…give me the heads up if I need to get PR out ahead of any groundbreaking news so we can help you navigate it, alright?”

You nod, forcing a smile as she waves and exits the trailer.

She was hinting at something very specific. If she could spot that after only an hour or so…what must everyone else on set be thinking about how close you and Hyunjin have gotten?

And what was all that about getting PR involved? That’s exactly what you didn’t want to happen, having hands dipping into the pot of your…whatever this is with Hyunjin.

This was so much easier when you loathed him.

You barely have five minutes of silence before the door swings open again.

It’s him.

“What are you doing?” you ask, already standing. Your heart kicks up as you peek out the window.

“What are you doing?” he tosses back, stepping inside like he owns the place, watching your frantic behavior. “She’s gone. I watched her leave.”

“I thought you left…were you waiting outside my trailer?”

He shrugs. “It seemed like you were ready to blow a gasket after she showed up. Your agent, right?”

You nod.

“Everything okay?”

You hesitate, your voice quiet when you finally speak, “Hyunjin…I think we really need to end this.”

He stills; confusion etched across his perfect face. “What? Why?”

“Because…you and I don’t make sense outside of this bubble,” you spout the first reasonable thing that comes to mind. “It feels fine, for now…but when filming ends?”

“What happens?” he asks, moving closer.

You lower your gaze. “We fall apart.”

He slides a hand around your waist, not at all put off by your pessimism. “Does your agency allow you to date?”

You exhale through your nose. “Yes. But I’m afraid they’d use this—use you—to build up my career.”

“And you won’t let them,” he says, already knowing the answer.

“Of course not. I don’t want to use you for anything.”

“You could use me for some stuff,” he teases, leaning down to kiss you.

You stop him with a hand on his chest. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” He brushes a thumb down your arm. “But I don’t care what anyone says.”

“You do care. About your career.”

He watches you for a moment. “So what—what do you want me to do? Pretend I don’t want you?”

“I don’t know…maybe stop looking at me like no other woman on this planet exists.”

“They don’t.”

The sincerity in his voice guts you. You curl your fingers in his shirt.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he says softly, reading you like a book. “You riding back with me?”

“I shouldn’t…”

“But you will?”

You sigh. “You’re making this really hard.”

“You thought breaking up with me would be easy?”

“There’s nothing to break up,” you whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

And then he’s gone.

You change into your clothes, drop off the innkeeper’s costume at wardrobe, and head to the car that’s been your ride for weeks now. Changbin’s in the driver’s seat, Hyunjin already in the back, waiting.

You slip in beside him; he pulls you in without asking, and you let him.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“We can order in,” you say, settling into this familiar routine with far too much ease for someone who had just tried to end it a few minutes ago. “Changbin, did you eat?”

Changbin glances up at you through the rearview mirror. “Yes…but I can eat again—if the boss will allow it.”

“Yeah, but you’re going home as soon as you’re full.”

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m never full.”

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself, letting their banter fill the silence in your mind. You lean into Hyunjin’s chest, resting your forehead there, eyes closed.

Today was a whirlwind—the photos, your agent, the crowding pressure of a future you can’t predict. And Hyunjin is the perfect calm to your inner storm.

Why does pursuing your career mean having to shut the door on something else you want?

It’s not fair.

You know you should stop this, but how can you when it feels so good to be held by him? To be cared for and looked after? To be needed.

But if you were to consider trying to have something serious with Hyunjin, it would have to be a secret for who knows how long. And when you’re both back in Seoul, it will be a hell of a lot harder to sneak around. Especially when the series finally airs.

His behavior, his reactions to everything you’ve said and done to push him away only make this harder. It’s fucking exhausting being the only one who’s always bracing for impact while he’s choosing to live in La La Land. Because he can. He’s not stressing the same way that you are, he’s not paranoid that one wrong decision could detonate everything he’s worked for.

His phone buzzes on his lap. He glances down at the screen, and, unfortunately, so do you.

Alessia [5:35 PM]: Dinner still on? 👀 You better not flake, Romeo.

You both tense.

The words on the screen close around your throat like a fist.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I forgot about this dinner thing. My agent set it up with the stylist for that concept shoot in a few weeks.”

You nod, slowly sitting up. “Yeah, no worries. Work’s work.”

But Romeo and dinner won’t stop echoing in your mind.

If it’s just a meeting…why would she call him Romeo?

Is that just her personality? Some flirty, casual nickname?

Or has he been hiding something?

What, then, was all of that moments ago about you being the only woman that exists?

Your stomach churns and suddenly you can’t breathe right. Your chest tightens, like your ribs are closing in on your lungs. You’ve been telling yourself for days that this isn’t real—that it can’t be. But what if he was counting on that?

You wouldn’t be the first naïve actress to fall in this kind of trap.

You start to feel nauseous as the car slows to a stop outside the hotel. Hyunjin shifts beside you, but you don’t look at him.

“I’ll text you later?”

You busy yourself with picking up your bag, fingers moving too fast, heart thudding in your ears. Something as small as a name on a screen shouldn’t feel like betrayal. But it does.

And as much as it fucking hurts, maybe this is exactly what you needed to get your head on straight.

“Sure,” you manage, and move to open the door.

He catches your arm, gently pulling you back. He hooks a finger under your chin to turn your face to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

You don’t kiss him back. You can’t. You’re currently imprisoned in the words of that text message.

He leans back slowly, eyes scanning your face like he’s looking for a way in. You won’t give him one this time.

“This is just a work thing,” he repeats.

“Even if it’s not…” You look at your hands, your lap, anywhere but him. “It’s fine. We’re not dating, Hyunjin. We can’t.”

You slip out before he can say anything else.

“Have a good time,” you add to drive your point home and shut the door behind you.

You walk toward the hotel entrance without looking back, and it’s for the best. Because if you did, everything inside you that’s falling apart may come spilling out.

You wake the next morning alone in bed. It’s been a while since that happened, and it feels a little strange. You pick up your phone to silence the alarm, blinking at the slew of notifications on your screen—including a few missed texts and calls from Hyunjin, and your heart involuntarily skips a beat.

Hyunjin [12:12 AM]: you up? i wanna see you

You opt not to reply. You have a long day ahead of you and don’t want the mess of last night to distract you from work.

Once on set, you go about your usual routine—makeup, wardrobe, a quick breakfast. You film some filler shots of your character walking into the inn, at the desk, in her office, etc. It’s magical to you, how they’ll take these snippets and thread them through the full tapestry of the series.

After the last solo shot, you return to your trailer to go over your lines for the scene you’re filming with Minho next when your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Yuna.

Yuna [11:05 AM]: OMG. Have you seen the article?

Your eyes widen, pulse increasing.

You [11:07 AM]: I don’t think so…what article?

She replies with a link.

You hesitate, wracking your brain for anything you could have been caught doing recently, but there’s nothing. Eventually, curiosity wins, and you tap on it.

📸 Caught on Camera: Hyunjin Seen Kissing Unknown Woman Outside Geongju Hotspot! Is Hyunjin off the market? The star was spotted outside Nox this weekend, a cozy, romantic restaurant, in what appears to be a steamy moment with an unidentified woman. The two were seen leaving through a side exit before sharing what eyewitnesses describe as a "quick but unmistakable kiss." While the woman’s identity remains unknown, fans and gossip accounts are already in overdrive. Is she a new flame? A close friend? Or something more scandalous? Neither Hyunjin nor his agency has responded to the photos circulating online.

Your stomach drops. That’s not you in the photo.

At first, it feels like a relief. But then it hits you. Hard.

Your eyes key in on a specific detail of the picture—the shirt she’s wearing. It’s the dark green plaid t-shirt Hyunjin had on yesterday.

You can practically feel yourself sinking into the couch in your trailer. You’re replaying every moment with him, tainting them with doubt, coloring in red flags you must have ignored.

How often did Hyunjin have to leave for ‘work’?

The late-night texts asking to come over?

Are you just the option that’s most regularly convenient?

Had you just never connected those dots before?

And that text you saw last night—the one with Romeo. You wanted so badly to use it to put some distance between the two of you.

But this?

This makes you feel like a fucking fool.

“y/n,” Jeongin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts from the other side of your door. “You’re needed back on set.”

“Coming,” you call out to him.

You toss your phone onto the couch, not daring to bring it to set with you. You don’t want any other alarming texts to throw you off. You take a deep breath and meet him outside your trailer.

Once in front of the camera, you square your shoulders, push back the chaos, and force yourself into character. You have to. It’s the only way to get through the rest of today.

Your scene with Minho is short but draining. When it’s over, you collapse into a seat beside him, watching him eat while you stare blankly ahead.

“You okay?” he asks, mouth full of rice.

“Just tired,” you say.

“You sure?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He sees through it—he’s not easy to fool. But thankfully, he lets it drop.

You can’t talk to him about this. There’s only one person you can talk to, and you’re dreading having that conversation. Dreading having him confirm that all you originally assumed about him was correct and you’d fooled yourself into believing otherwise. 

Jeongin comes once again to retrieve you for your next scene. This one is with Hyunjin. It’s one of the more emotional scenes and filming it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

The inn’s courtyard is dressed for atmosphere—dim lights, warm tones. There are multiple cameras set up for this shot to lessen the amount of takes needed for different angles.

Hyunjin shows up a few minutes later, Felix trailing behind him, trying to fix his makeup mid-stride. Your stomach turns when you see him. Your body aches to be near him. Your mind begs you not to.

He looks around until he finds you, and the moment he does, you avert your eyes.

“You ready, y/n?” Chan calls from behind the monitor.

You force a thumbs up.

“Places!”

Hyunjin stops walking toward you, a look of defeat on his face. He sits at a table in the courtyard with a bottle of soju. You stand just off camera.

This is the moment his character crumbles after leaving the inn to visit his father.

When Chan calls action, you wait a few beats before entering.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Well. Congratulations. You found me.” He raises the bottle. “Want a drink?”

“No...” you reply softly. “You left without saying anything. I wanted to know what’s going on.”

You stand next to the table, look down at him, and it takes everything you have not to crack at the look on his face. He looks stressed. Pained. And you can’t tell if it’s acting or if that’s really him right now.

He’s silent.

Too silent.

“Cut!” Chan calls. “Do you need your line Hyunjin?”

You glance toward the crew, but you feel Hyunjin still watching you.

“No, sorry.” He says. “Let’s do it again.”

He reaches out for your hand as you return to your mark. You pull away before he can touch you. His expression falls even further, and you have to look away.

You run through the scene again.

Take three. Take six. Take nine.

Every time, something’s off.

A missed cue. A dropped word. A breath caught in the wrong place.

“Okay, let’s take five everyone,” Chan says finally, trying to sound encouraging.

You walk away from the cameras and crew, needing some space from everything. There’s no time to make it to your trailer and back in five minutes, so you duck around the corner of the inn. But you realize being alone is not going to happen when footsteps follow you.

“y/n,” Hyunjin’s voice is quiet, but strained. “Can we talk?”

You turn to face him, eyes hardened as you remind yourself it’s better this way.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He takes in your expression, your tone, your behavior. “Did you get my text?”

“I don’t have my phone with me.”

“I wanted to talk to you before all of this,” he gestures to you, “happened. It’s not what you think.”

“It’s fine,” you say. “Whether you’re seeing other people or not is none of my business.”

He takes a step forward. You take one back and hit the wall.

“It wasn’t—I didn’t—fuck.” He runs a hand across his buzzed head. “y/n, trust me, it’s not what it looked like.”

“I trust you,” you begin, and a glimmer of hope flickers across his eyes until you continue. “I trust you to get this scene done in a timely manner. Let’s focus on that.”

Jeongin rounds the corner and Hyunjin takes a step back.

“Five minutes is up.”

You’re staring daggers at each other. Neither of you move.

“I’ll explain everything after,” he says.

Every nerve in your body is wound tight, but you find it in you to nod. No part of you wants to hear him out at this moment, you want to chop this up as the loss that it is and move on with the project the best you can.

There’s too much riding on this to let it be derailed in the final weeks.

Hyunjin walks away first and Jeongin waits for you. He watches Hyunjin’s retreating back for a second, then turns to you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Just getting in the right headspace for the scene.”

Back on set, you and Hyunjin finally manage to get through the scene.

Hyunjin is incredible. Raw. Reminding you of just how convincing he can be. Reminding you that you should have never let your guard down.

“My father thinks I’m weak.” He idly plays with the bottle of soju. “That I lack ‘discipline’. That I’m a waste of the family name. Do you know what it’s like to walk into a room and already be a disappointment before you even speak?”

He takes another sip.

“I never asked to be his legacy. I just wanted to be his son.”

“You’re not your father’s shadow. You’re not just a headline. You’re allowed to figure life out as you go.”

The irony of your dialogue is not lost on you. Everything you’ve gone through with him has been ripped apart by a single headline. A single text.

“Maybe. But he’s not wrong. I am a disappointment. I do lack discipline. Honestly, it’s just easier to be that version of me.”

You pull an empty chair close to him and sit down, taking one of his hands in yours.

“But that’s not who you are now.”

“Isn’t it?” He looks up at you, his eyes welling with tears. “It still feels like it.”

“It’s not, Jae-hoon.”

He places his other hand on top of yours and squeezes it.

“Tell me who I am, then. Because without…”

He trails off and then silence consumes you. You nod a little, encouraging him to continue.

“Still rolling,” Chan calls out. “Find it, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin clears his throat, staring down at the grass beneath you. He takes a deep breath, blinks, and then his eyes flick back up to yours and your breath catches.

“Tell me who I am, then. Because without you, I don’t fucking know anymore.”

He delivers the final line with a vulnerability that wrecks you.

When Chan yells “Cut!” Hyunjin wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. You squeeze his other hand gently, knowing that wasn’t easy to get through.

A few hours later, you’re back in your trailer. You purposefully avoid your phone sitting on the couch. It certainly hasn’t been a breeze of a day on set, but you keep reminding yourself it’s better this way. You can’t cave in.

You have to put yourself first.

It isn’t until the ride back to the hotel that you finally unlock your phone to view your missed messages.

Pastry Prince 👑 [3:12 PM]: you need to see this please don’t freak out Pastry Prince 👑  [3:15 PM]: they twisted it. nothing happened Pastry Prince 👑  [3:17 PM]: i’m just waking up and heading to set i’ll explain it all

He included a link to the article and everything.

It’s too late, though. You’ve already spiraled. You’ve already talked yourself through a thousand reasons as to why this cannot continue.

But you’re too wired to sleep when you get to the hotel. Even after a shower and changing into your comfiest pajamas, your mind spins relentlessly.

You’re annoyed with yourself for being angry.

You’re angry at yourself for being jealous.

You knew this was a bad idea from the start, yet you let it happen anyway. All because it felt good. All because you enjoyed being needed, being wanted by him.

It’s a hard and embarrassingly foolish lesson to learn.

Your phone buzzes again.

Pastry Prince 👑 [11:56 PM] You in your room?

You told him you’d let him explain, and you will at least give him that closure.

You [11:57 PM] Yes.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.

Your heart leaps, even though you already know who it is. You unlock the door and pull it open without a word, still burning.

Still yearning.

It’s hard to push those feelings down when you’re this close and alone.

You set yourself straight with one resounding: after he speaks his piece, you have to end this.

For good.

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What's A Soulmate? Part 4

In which you finally come back home.

Warnings: alcohol use. angst. Pairing: Lando Norris X SainzSister!Reader Word count: 1.9k plus social media posts

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LittlestSainzSis honey, i'm home. user433 isn't it weird she's working for McLaren and not Ferrari??? >>>user3928 nope! hope this helps! user2918 press officer job right out of school? must be nice being a nepo baby >>>user328 she literally worked for Carlos and Lando for two years before going to uni at NYU??? And she has a double degree in PR and business??? >>>usesr322 just say you're jealous next time, it'll be quicker. McLaren So glad to have you back in the paddock!!

LittlestSainzSis fast cars go vroom OscarPiastri so you're who Zak was yelling at to get behind the barrier over the radio??? >>>LittlestSainzSis oops!

LittlestSainzSis that feeling when you wake up and realize it's race day!! user3928: face card never declines user298: blah blah, proper name, place name, back story stuff LandoNorris: don't let that cute face fool you, she was yelling at Oscar and I ten seconds after I took this. >>>LittlestSainzSis neither of you were listening!!! God, this is 2019 all over again, isn't it? >>>user992 ariana what are you doing hereeeeee??? >>>user9383 seriously the first time Lando's in the comments in literal years. tf??? >>>user938 so we're all just going to ignore him calling her cute??? okay???

LittlestSainzSis the boys are ready for race day!!! McLaren best press officer award goes to you bby! >>>user382 admin is unhinged today, I see user0392 i just love seeing Lando back on her feed. >>>user3938 seriously. i feel like mom and dad are back together again. >>>user3844 i'm so glad i don't have to be a child of divorce anymore.

LittlestSainzSis caught someone being a grumpy gills today during the presser. LandoNorris i was probably hungry >>>LittlestSainzSis i think oscar had just told you he was getting sushi with Lily tonight and you got all pouty >>>user948 not her selling out Lando in the comments user938 Chaos Gremlins back to terrorizing paddock! war is over!

Miami May 2024

“Fifteen times Lando Norris has stood on the podium, but never on the top step, until now! It’s a landmark day for Lando! Lando Norris wins for the first time in Formula One! It’s victory in Miami for Norris and McLaren! The British drivers dream is realized and at the 110th attempt, he’s done it! He’s won it! Look what it means to Zak Brown! At long last, Lando is your winner!” 

Tears stream down your face as you listen to Alex Jacques call the end of the race in your headphones, his voice filled with glee and excitement that matches the feeling in the McLaren garage. After yesterday’s DNF for Lando, it had been pretty doom and gloom on his side of the garage. 

Your heart had ached when you caught sight of him that afternoon, sitting in the glass enclosed conference room that the team used to go over race data. He had been all alone, spinning aimlessly in one of the chairs, face drawn and shuttered. You had wanted to go to him then but hadn’t worked up the courage. 

Things were still…delicate between the two of you. After that first night in Australia, Lando had kept his promise to win your friendship back. You more often than not found your morning coffee order sitting at your desk waiting for you during the week with a silly note written hastily on a posit in his chicken scratch writing that only you seemed to be able to decipher. 

A few treats and free coffee weren’t going to be enough to bring back that casual intimacy that you and Lando had though, you both knew that. The walls you had built up so high around your heart designed specifically for the British driver were still solidly in place and you refused to go running back into his arms so easily. 

And then, Miami happens.

The hot sticky humidity clings to your skin as you watch Lando climb out of the car behind the black and white number 1 sign, the first time he’s been able to park his Formula 1 car right in the middle of parc fermi. You’re not entirely sure where the humidity of Florida ends and the tears still falling from your eyes begins, you’re such a mess. 

If you were to think too hard about it, the fact that you were a complete puddle of jumbled up emotion would surely scare you a little. Those walls, they couldn’t be crumbling now, could they? They couldn’t be slowly tumbling down, allowing for the while possibility of allowing Lando back into your life like he had been before? 

You don’t have time to get too lost in those dangerous kinds of thoughts though because soon after he hops off the car, he’s running straight over to the garage crew and leaping into their waiting arms. He’s waited for so long for this, so many poor performances, so many mistakes and problems with the car had sent him spiraling for so many years. There had been too many nights you had spent with him when he was barely more than a teenager, sat on the floor lamenting about how shit his car was, how shit his driving was, and if he was destined to be one of those midfield drivers that never won anything in their career. 

All of those doubts are erased now and your tears are falling again as the weight of what he’s done settles over the paddock. His engineers and mechanics eventually place him back down on the ground and he’s hugging Zak next, the CEO of McLaren more of a father figure to him by now. Will gets a hug too, his engineer since he joined the team five years ago. 

And then, icy blue green eyes snag yours and everything else falls away in a muted hush. He’s smiling at you, that megawatt grin making his eyes crinkle up at the corners. It’s one of those genuine Lando smiles that you haven’t been on the receiving end of for far too long. Your heart stutters to a stop when you realize you’re his next target. What is he doing? You think frantically, mortified that you’re about to be the center of attention if he does what you think he’s going to do. 

And he does. He throws his arms around your shoulders and buries his head deep into the crook of your neck, a move that has camera shutters clicking furiously all around you. You, of course, instantly find your arms wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him to you despite the metal barrier between you. 

“You’re here.” He sounds surprised that you’d miss this moment. 

“Of course I am. My best friend just won his first Grand Prix.” You whisper into his ear as the crowd continues to grow louder. 

Lando pulls back then, tears shining in his eyes. The weight of your words settle on his shoulders and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look at you the way he is now. He tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen out of your pony tail behind your ear, looking at you like you’ve hung both the moon and the stars in the sky just for him. “I’m so glad you got to be here for this, pretty girl.” 

God, that nickname. It’s the first time you’ve heard it in years and it does significant damage to those carefully constructed walls. 

You smile up at Lando, a little bashful that everyone is watching you two talk so closely together. He returns the smile before turning around to answer a question from one of the officials. He needs to take care of post race inspections, which he does but not before turning back and tossing a wink at you over his shoulder. 

LittleSainzSis It has been a pleasure and privlidge watching you grow over all these years. Life may have taken us in different directions over the last few years but when I say there is no place I would have rather been this afternoon, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Your friendship means the entire world to me, Mr. Norris. I'm so proud of you. One win down, so many more to go. LandoNorris so glad you got to be there today, pretty girl xo >>>user948 WE GOT A PRETTY GIRL COMMENT. >>>user0383 i can die happy now user0832 i'm sorry but guys, she literally just friendzoned him so hard in that caption. >>>user9383 yeah, poor lando

LittlestSainzSis You're going to smell like champagne for weeks LandoNorris worth it user948 EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THAT FACE. explain yourself lando norris. user928 did we mean to post this on main ma'am??? user9482 @/littlestsainzsis giving us what we all crave: lando thirst traps. >>>littlestsainzsis don't say i never give you guys anything ever again ;) >>>user9482 omg hi queen

LittlestSainzSis find yourself a man that looks at you like Lan looks at that trophy user0382 LANNNN??? >>>user9484 I am unwell CarlosSainz He's sleeping with it tonight, isn't he? >>>LandoNorris who told you that??? user9383 i feel like i'm interrupting something here... user0309 this picture is...a choice...

The music of the Miami night club pulses through your body as you sink deeper and deeper into the VIP booth later that night. Lando hadn’t given you any room for arguments after all the media duties were done. You were coming out with him and the rest of the team to celebrate. You had barely tried to refuse, not giving him much of a fight because you secretly wanted nothing more. 

Now you sat in the leather booth situated high up in the dark Miami Beach night club that had invited Lando out the moment he had crossed the finish line earlier in the day. There were what felt like thousands of people, most of them were there to celebrate with Lando, hoping to get a glimpse of the driver. 

Alcohol burns at the back of your throat, blurring your vision nicely as you wait for Lando to return from the bar. You had insisted that he wasn’t the one who should be making drink runs tonight but he had insisted on getting you another one and hadn’t taken no for an answer. Carlos is sat next to you, nursing a drink while talking to Charles on his other side.

A small glass is set down in front of you, drawing your attention away from the DJ booth, where you had been starting. 

“Vodka sprite for my pretty girl.” Lando murmurs in your ear, the words sending a cool shiver up your spine.  

You desperately tamp down the way that being called his makes you feel. You cannot be going down that road. Not now when the friendship between the two of you is so fragile. You knew what it was like to lose him in your life and you weren’t sure if you were willing to risk losing him again. 

The same worries you had back before it all went sideways worm their way back into your consciousness. He was too important to you, too integrated into your soul that when he disappeared, it left you broken in a million pieces. You couldn’t risk that again. This had to be strictly platonic between you if it was going to work. You couldn’t afford to lose your best friend again. Those walls around your heart needed to be reinforced and brought back into working order because there was no way you could let this happen. 

“Dance with me?” The question is a husky one, whispered in your ear so no one else is privy to it. 

You know it’s dangerous. You should say no. But the vodka already in your system convinces you that it’s fine. It’s just Lando. So against your what your sober self would consider the best judgement, you feel yourself nodding, allowing Lando to tangle his fingers with yours and pull you out onto the dance floor. 

If you had been paying better attention, you would have seen the looks Carlos and Charles exchanged behind your back. They were well aware of the frosty relationship that Lando and you had over the last few years and this was a development no one had seen coming but everyone had been hoping for all the same. 

The EDM beats are strong and sensual as Lando leads you out onto the floor, hand firmly gripping yours. He finds an open spot and pulls you towards him, the heat of his body radiating off of him in waves. His hands land on your hips, fingertips gripping at your skirt a little harder than really necessary. You shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want his hands on your hips, his breath mingling with yours, his curls so dangerously close that you could easily rake your fingers through them. You shouldn’t and you can’t because he’s left you before and he could do it all over again. He’s abandoned you and didn’t come back and every sane thought in your body is screaming at you that this man is dangerous. He is dangerous to your heart and your head is thrashing around so loudly but it’s drowned out by the music. 

You simply can’t fight it when he pulls you impossibly closer, hands sliding from your hips lower, lower, lower until it’s almost indecent. The alcohol blurs the edges of your usually sharp judgement and it’s not helped by the fact that this man seems to have cast a spell over you. You can’t want this. Can’t love how the weight of his hands feel on your skin. Can’t adore how his lips tick up at the edges when he sees you walk into the garage during a race weekend. 

This is Lando after all. Your best friend. Your best friend who abandoned you once and had only barely just come back begging for forgiveness. You can’t allow him to knock down those walls so quickly, can you? 

His lips flutter over the damp skin at your temple, dusting the slightest kiss there, almost as if it’s a test. A test to see if you push him away or allow him in. 

A test that you fail. 

Because the moment his lips touch your skin, it feels like a bucked of ice water has been splashed over your head and you realize what the fuck you’re doing. Its too hot. Too close. Too much and you simply can’t have him touching you anymore. No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. Panic races through you as you stumble back out of his arms, logic finally winning out over your own heart’s stupidity. 

The delicate balance you had struck with him shatters in an instant because you both knew there was supposed to be more between you but you’re desperately scared and Lando is so wretchedly full of regret he can’t stand it. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to choke out before fleeing. 

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Transformers parental megatron skits… TF animated flavour pt: 2

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*Before finding out about his dad/mom*

Bumblebee: I can’t believe the allspark actually exists! I can’t wait to tell sire!/carrier! He’ll be so proud!

*after finding out about his dad/mom*

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee: d-16 is megatron… the same mech that eats protoforms for breakfast… is my sire/carrier. Who’s now dead… WHAT THE SLAG-?!!

———

Optimus: megatron is hiding something…

Ratchet: what makes you say that?

Optimus: he keeps hesitating with his vocabulary and is acting really suspicious. He’s either scheming… or hiding something.

Ratchet: … ok well, if you’re done, Lugnut is back, so get yer, axe.

Optimus, axe in hand: say less. LUGNUT!

———

*the sleepover episode*

Bodiless Megatron: hahahahaha, this defeat shall be swift and victorious-. Is that my son on that conveyor belt?! Not on my watch!

Bumblebee, struggling: get. Off mE-. *get’s moved off the conveyor belt placed down gently before getting a head pat.* …

Bumblebee: … I-… uh. W-wha-? Huh?? What the pit-??!

The rest of the crew:

Bulkhead: should we be concerned or glad?

Ratchet: I AIN’T COMPLAINING IF THIS GETS US OUT!!

———

Dr sumdac: decepticons? But you told me you were an autobot.

Megatron: and I hate. Every moment. Of that humiliating charade.

Dr sumdac: … all of it was a lie? Even going as far as pretending to be a mother/father

Megatron: I did not pretend a disappointing thing you insignificant little-!

Lugnut: wait… the glorious leader has an heir?!!

Megatron:

Megatron, to Dr sumdac: now see what you’ve done? Now I have to tell Lugnut.

———

Bumblebee: geez, bulkhead wasn’t kidding when he said you’re no good.

Soundwave, calculating:

Bumblebee, awaiting his next move: hello, everything right in that processor what?

Soundwave, bowing to bee: greeting. Designation, soundwave. Soundwave: is honoured to meet you. You’re highness.

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee, realisation to deadpan: My dad/mom is alive and built you-... how is he anyways?

Soundwave: your sire: is alright… bodieless but getting there.

———

Bumblebee: *instinctive sleepy chirp* … what?

Optimus:

Bulkhead:

Prowl, unbothered:

Ratchet, also unbothered: nothing kid, just that you can still chirp and beep.

Bumblebee: really? *test chirps and beeps* … huh, didn’t know I can still do that.

———

Megatron: and as it stands, no autobot shall be just waltzing into our base.

Starscream, half listening: *optics shift to something yellow in his peripheral*

Bumblebee, waltzing in with an energon smoothie like it’s nothing:

Starscream, double takes: I uh w-wh uh… *mouthing* what the frag

Bumblebee, mouthing at starscream: no one will ever believe you.

———

Megatron, side eyeing wasp with a deep murderous disdain:

Wasp, blinking up with confusion and worry:

Megatron, scoffs turning and walking away from wasp:

Wasp: … what did wasp do to earn that?

———

Black arachnia:

Megatron, facing away from arachnia:

Black arachnia: … at least I was closer to grabbing the key from that human than-.

Megatron: you’re temporarily off duty, leave. Now.

Black arachnia: that’s fair.

———

Prowl: so what’s your sire/carrier like exactly?

Bumblebee: why’d you want to know?

Prowl: to see where this behaviour might’ve led to

Bumblebee: well… he’s nice, he can be stern, doesn’t raise his voice like sentinel, has good advice and makes great energon! Both savoury and sweet.

Bumblebee: I know he’s a miner before I was made but he gets a good amount, doesn’t really spoil me unless I’ve earned it fair… honestly he’s a great sire/carrier, mostly checks on me when I hadn’t called.

Prowl: that… sounds like a healthy relationship- he sounds like a great carrier/sire too! My primus, what’s his name?

Bumblebee: oh, he doesn’t have one, he goes by d-16 mostly.

Prowl:

Prowl, internally: didn’t a mining bot say d-16 disappeared from the mines..? Also which d-16 is he talking about-.

———

Random bot of your choosing: you dated… the tyrant of fragging koan?!

Shutter: i didn’t know he was ‘the tyrant of koan.’ When I wAS DATING HIM!!

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I’m back on my TFA parental megs shenanigans.

Just… some canon episode divergent shenanigans both bee, megatron and sometimes the others of their respected factions themselves get into.

There’s also canon divergency in the aftermath of the episodes too… *shrugs* cause why not?

Oh yeh, the last bit is just a silly thing for most of the parental megs franchise… so-.

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Tunnel vision pt.3

YOU'RE FINALLY HOME

[pimosworld]

Only if you catch me

Pairing-Frankie Morales x f!photographer 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 CW-18+,MDNI, NSFW, Angst, hurt/comfort, 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. 

A/N- Coming soon. I don’t post regularly because life….but this fandom has kept me going through some dark times. I’ve been working on this for quite some time and I’m very proud of how far I’ve come as a writer. This is my first solo Frankie series and I can’t wait for you all to read it. 🤍

Chapters

1.Aperture

2. Composite

3.Flash

4.Blue hour 

5.Candid

6.Shutter

7.Overexposed

8.Focus

9.Absolute resolution 

Epilogue- Golden hour

[iwantmenicanthave]

Will you do more slasher yandere? I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! I wanna see us graduated with a house, wedding, and 7 kids. I wanna be his lil stepford wifey!!!!!!!!!! 🙈🤰👩‍🍼👶😭

🤰-anon i was so confused for a second before i reread the fic. i was staring at my screen for a solid second questioning my life. i was like, “7 kids… tf?”

[part.1]

yan!slasher who makes feels so young around you. he can still remember your wedding just a few years ago.

yan!slasher who will always love your oldest the most, having luckily caused the shotgun wedding. oh, he'll never forget that fear in your eyes, tears threatening to spill, proclaiming you were still a virgin. it was honestly because your period was late, and it was a joke to check.

yan!slasher who felt some remorse. he promised to wait until you were married, and he thought he had the patience- just when you look like that, was it honestly his fault? he's been waiting since high school just for this very moment. you can't exactly blame him when those hormones he's been trying to keep down just come to bite him later on.

yan!slasher who decides you both and your 7 little dwarfs should move to a gated community in the midwest, each house bearing shutters on windows and white picket fences. grass that could rival the country club a few blocks away, and those beautiful flowers you loved so much so he loved them so much.

yan!slasher who was honestly being generous. i mean, the perfect town and house for the perfect nuclear family, who wouldn't want that? sure a woman like you should never be confined to a kitchen, for crying out loud you have a degree, but think about your 7 children. they needed a mother in their life. their father is a hard worker after all he can pay the bills so the children can have a mother.

yan!slasher who worried about your loneliness. you did need some friends from moving into such a beautiful community. why not invite some women over? he made sure to buy only the best house available just for your family to be the envy of the town. the wives immediately wanting to have tea once your husband and perfect children were gone.

yan!slasher who, of course, caught wind of mrs. rothschild. how could she say such horrible things? ‘her lawn needed some mowing, and did you see her shoes? ugh, I saw that wear and tear from a mile away. she’s such a- excuse my language, whore. she just married him for his money.’ who did she think she was? she was just an unfertilized old hag wishing to relive her youth! she was jealous of you and your perfect family!

yan!slasher who almost jumps on her the moment those words spill from her sagging red-painted lips. he continued driving the golf cart on the green, trying to contain himself, the past he desperately was trying not to relapse into. but at the same time, did her family even need her? he’s heard the rumors from the drunk colleagues after work in the bar, how she practically was pouncing on her children when they came home with an a- or anything below. the complete opposite of what a woman should be! she’s the complete opposite of you!

yan!slasher who came to the conclusion mrs. rothschild's family could live without her. a pathetic old woman desperately trying to relive her youth by hating on those with lives oh so much better than hers. yes, she could die; it would be for the greater good. but at the same time, he couldn't fall into his old ways. his family needed him- you needed him. he was the sole provider for your little children, and to think like tha- ‘to think that man even has a wife like her. such a pathetic man.’

yan!slasher who is grateful he kept up with working out. beneath that knitted sweater, white button-down, and expensive pants, it was plainly obvious. of course, he made sure you would remember that whenever all the kids were asleep. you did say you wanted to try for another after all.

yan!slasher who decided that the only way to get rid of mrs. rothschild was to tell you to invite her for tea one-on-one. poisoning that vegan tea she liked oh so much and some sleeping drugs in yours. you and the children wouldn't need to know this side of him, grabbing her hair through that kentucky derby hat, ripping the expensive fabric, and gripping to her hair with his strong fingers, still rough and padded from his days in high school up until now, switching to golfing with his work buddies.

yan!slasher who left a note telling you he was going to work early from some colleagues slacking off, and mrs. rothschild left when you fell asleep. that was all a cover-up for him to leave town for a day or two. he just needed to find that deserted fishing lake his college told him about. that sewage spilling would cover up her pathetic, rotting body in no time. now you could live your happy little stepford wife life with no trouble!

yan!slasher who started slipping up more and more. sure, he wouldn't have wanted this at the beginning. this was a new place, a new year. but it was all for you! why shouldn’t he protect his wife and children? he’s already the sole provider, after all.

yan!slasher who makes sure to dispose of tell the housing committee that anyone who even looked at you the wrong way mailbox was approximately two inches farther than the housing code in section 2-a of the appropriate home guide they would give you on the first day of moving in.

yan!slasher who makes sure you don't know what happened to that woman who said such horrible atrocities about you. some such as your couch wasn’t complimenting the cheese platter you had served last week! so horrible and rude of her! how low do these people get? now, do you know her truly body and soul like him? well, no- you didn't. why should you stay up to date or even notice those beneath you and your wonderful perfect magazine family?

yan!slasher who was surprised when you did ask if she was alright but made sure you don't worry your little head off, darling wife. she was cheating on her husband with the couples' therapist anyway.

yan!slasher who noticed that man who looked at your photo in his wallet a split second longer than he should. he was slacking off at his job! fine reasons for someone to be fired as soon as snatches that position he’s been working oh so hard for! aren't you just so happy for him? don't think you should reward him? have the kids go to their friends' house for a night and let him finally spend some alone time with you, the creaking of the bed frame hitting the wall the whole night, heartbeats intertwining into one?

yan!slasher who was grateful he had chosen such a safe town to live. a gated community was supposed to protect the outside not the inside after all. no one would suspect the nice and peaceful town would be harboring a murderer.

yan!slasher who wondered what the townspeople were thinking. he almost felt giddy at it. but he can't be distracted when his main priority is and always be you.

yan!slasher who is overjoyed when the town decides to host a party to try and brighten everyone's mood. this would be another perfect opportunity to show the community how perfect his pretty little wife is! yes, he wanted to look good, only for you. you were the only one he saw, why should he care about the others? you were the main attraction. he would make sure people would know that.

yan!slasher who let you put some makeup onto him to try and spruce him up a bit. who cares if it wasn’t masculine? he would be hotter than any other man there anyway. besides, he was the only one that had a wife that loved him! how pathetic was it to hate those who have more than you?

yan!slasher who ignores the looks women give him. envy. yearning. desire. if one woman even touched him or, god forbid, a man talk to you, he would just have to rip that cute little esophagus right out of their throat in front of everyone!

yan!slasher who, of course, doesn't. why would he ever subject your eyes to even the thought of blood? but he does cling to you the whole night. you want to talk to some of the wives? oh, no, i don’t think that would be for the best. after all, your husband is right here. he’s been so busy with work, why would you ever want to leave your devoured spouse to spend time with friends?

yan!slasher who, once he hears the rumors going around that he, him, your wonderful loving husband was the one killing people, was over this little town.

yan!slasher who makes sure you didn't try any of the punch or alcohol they were serving. 

yan!slasher who makes sure that you both leave early.

yan!slasher who makes sure to tell the kids to pack up.

yan!slasher who makes sure that he already had everything you needed to leave.

yan!slasher who makes sure to grab a photobook of your family and get everyone in the car. 

yan!slasher who makes sure you don’t check the news on that small town you lived in.

“leaving? no, baby. just take a nap and when you wake up you’ll have a whole new life. i’ll protect you.”

[tinydefector]

Kinktober Day 3 -Gags/Power play

Blaster x human reader

Word count: 720

Warnings: gags, vibrator, strap ons?, edging, denying.

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Day 2

Day 4

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They sit rested on Blaster's chest, smiling down at him. Fingers dancing against the different buttons as he arches into the touch. The gag in his mouth doesn't do much to stop his talking due to being cybernetic. "You know you're meant to keep you quiet right" they tease, hand pressing on his eject button making the Cassette piece open. 

Blaster's circuits hummed with a mixture of amusement and delight as they teased and played with him, a muffled chuckle left him, his voice slightly distorted by the gag. "Hey now, don't go pressing buttons you shouldn't be touching," Blaster quipped, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Who knows what you'll do” 

A gasp leaves him as they run their hand along the inside of his player, pulling at what they could, watching for each little reaction form him. "Baby please, I want to have some fun, humour me please?" They coo softly. Blaster's systems buzzed with delight as he arched into each touch. His body is already heating, sending Energon racing through his lines. Despite being unable to move due to the cuffs restraining him, he found a strange thrill in their soft touch and teasing. 

With a hint of playfulness in his voice, Blaster responded, "Well, well, aren't you a bold one? Trying to have your way with a bot like me, huh?" His words carried a flirty undertone, a spark of mischief dancing in his audio receptors as his optic brows moved. 

"Baby, Gag means no talking" they call back to him. As they move back a little, enough to drag their hands down the cassette piece. “You look good all locked up like this." A smugness fills Blaster as he goes quiet, muting his vocalizer. If they wanted him quiet he'd comply. 

They slowly move standing up with the little remote in their hands, it makes a shutter run up his struts knowing full well the power they held in their much smaller hand, His frame jolts as they activate it. They drop back down on his chest, gripping onto him with a laugh as he jolts and a whine leaves him. Clicks and cogs clanging follow as he arches and rolls His helm back into the berth.

“Oh, I got myself a mechanical Bull!” They shout in amusement. Dialling up the speed of the vibrator which has Blaster bucking more as they hold onto him with each movement he makes. His valve clenches around the fake spike, eagerly grinding back into each pulse and movement. 

Blaster another loud whine comes out from around the gag, Blaster vocalizer glitches a bit as he shoots them a glare. Another buck comes from his hips as he bucks them forward earning a yelp from them as they fall forward on to him. It earns a laugh from them as he himself chokes back a muffled laugh. 

Blaster cooling fans strain under the dual stresses of overheating biocomponents and surging Energon. He tries to steady himself as the vibrating spike continues to make his valve ache and clench, transfluid slowly leaking out of him.

His optics flicker to the hand that moves to his face, watching them as they move closer.  “That's it Blastie, take spike like a champ don't you” they praise, cradling his cheek. 

 Another vent comes from his frame as the build up begins to make him squirm more. A smirk crosses their lips as they put up the speed of the vibrator.  

Blaster's vocalizer flicks back on as he calls out around the Gag, only muffling the sound slightly. “ Frag Sweet spark you're killing me!” He calls out struggling against the cuffs. “Primus please baby, please” he whines, his spike leaks and twitches with each movement.   

“You all worked up handsome, hmm” they press on the little remote and it makes Blaster whimper as he tries to grind himself against the spike, had his servos not been cuffed he would have begun working his spike to reach an overload. “Told you not to talk with the gag, guess you just don't get to overload sweetheart”

It has him withering and whining as they happily sit on his chest enjoying the torture of working Him up so much only to deny him because he reactivated his vocalizer. It was going to be a long night. 

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[kissingraine]

Do i get stoned if i said my rare pair was Tf One Megs and Sentinel Prime?

Imagine:

Megatron keeps the ex-Prime as a pet, a spike socket for the new Decepticon supreme leader (read: glorified throne cushion) with a Decepticon collar that overrides his heat and interface protocols.

18+ below, dew drops- post betrayal, Sentinel doesn't die and is degraded verbally, mouth use, toxic yaoi (minors will be blocked!💋) DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT. Pls for both our sakes.

• Sentinel glared up at him with molten hatred. Wondering why the Decepticon supreme leader hadn't just decided to rip him in half and instead took him prisoner when the new Prime rose. And don't even let him get started on that guy.

• He recognized that same fire, Megatron remembered it from the battlefield—misplaced pride, diluted by shame. Perfect.

“You still don't know how to kneel like you mean it,” he sneered, talons tipping the ex-Prime's chin up. “You're not a Prime anymore. No glory left to cling to. And still, you think you can look me in the optics like an equal?”

• Sentinel bared his denta, smirk used as a guise to hide his unease. “You should have broken me while you had the chance.”

• And a slow vicious smirk of his own tugged at Megatron's faceplate. “I don't have to break you. You'll mold yourself for me, lie to yourself for me—just like you did for that Prime title. Only now, your crown is a collar.” The memory is fresh in his mind, Sentinel's betrayal to the entire population of Iacon and he's almost angry with himself that he didn't follow through with tearing the glitch apart. No, he still is.

• The ex-Prime watching as Megatron releases the panel his spike has been thudding insistently for a while now with a heavy click. Sentinel's optics flickered. Even his battle-coded processor hesitated as Megatron's spike extended—dense, pulsing with dominance, lined with ridges no doubt built to torment. His throat swallows harshly at the thought. The ‘Con is really following through with this, isn't he?

“Open.”

• Sentinel doesn't move. The defiance held—for now. And Megatron's free servo slid behind the kneeling mech's helm, fingers tightening just enough to threaten—but not damage. A reminder of the power he took, how the ex-Prime's grounded form. No alt mode to transform to or strength to run away.

“Y—You can't be serious. I will not–” he's cut off by a noise that sounds dangerously close to a whimper escaping his throat modules when Megatron tugs him closer.

• Transfluid beading at the tip smeared across Sentinel's lip. “You will obey,” Megatron insists- commands. “Not because you want to. Not even because you like it—which you will. But because the war isn't over. And you've already lost.”

• Sentinel's intake tremble as he opens it—slow and reluctant. But he's opened it and Megatron groans low when he slides in, letting the ridges–biolights stretch Sentinel's mouth wide to press against his stubborn pride like a battering ram.

• He gags, throat clicking wetly around the girth with fists clenched behind his back. Burning holes up above the silver mech, trying to come off as indignant but doesn't realize the way his brows furrow like he wants Megatron to move rougher. “Always ran your mouth,” rasped Megatron, thrusting lazily. “Now it's finally good for somethin’.”

• That can't be him moaning, can it? Sentinel shutters, trying to ignore the fact that the Decepticon's felt the vibration, smirking like a victorious devil. He chokes as the ‘Con sheathes fully down his willing throat, pulling out with a guttural groan to expend transfluid across Sentinel's faceplate and the bot beneath him gasps.

• Glossa just poking out enough as if trying to chase the taste. That, too, doesn't escape Megatron's notice. And he knows the Prime is finally learning, even if the bot won't admit it.

I swear I can't be the only one who's thought about this. People relapse when it's 3AM, me? I write toxic yaoi rarepair right after my birthday begins. This is my first smut lmaoooo i hate them sm i hope megatron strangles him😭