#and it is enough to appreciate the universe as it is

[yaniluvs]

by your side 日 ── your boyfriend wakes up, feeling your absence and lost-warmth in the middle of the night.

𓍯 bf!jisung ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 1.7k ── ༯ DRABBLE, domestic fluff, comfort, slight humour, reader deals w/ intimacy trauma, slow-paced, kisses, very cutesy. req. by ml ! ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY. 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

yani's note ˖ ˙ ᰋ and i make a comeback >< when @cosmicalily requested me this, i couldn't not post it right? anything for my bb !!!! thank you so much for requesting hun, hope you like it and feel better !! i'm so sorry for anybody who has gone through something like this, please remember you're so strong. you deserve all the love. you're only healing, and sometimes it's not as quick for everyone. it will get better, definitely. anyway, my break might be coming to an end soon at this point because life is actually better now, kinda, hehe. comments, requests, asks, likes, follows and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3

the night was unusually quiet, as if the universe itself had decided to hush the world into stillness. the faint hum of the city outside was softened by the gentle patter of rain against the windows, a rhythmic lullaby that often lulled you into dreams. but tonight, it couldn't. not when your mind was restless, tangled in thoughts you couldn’t untie. you hadn’t meant to disturb the peace of the bed—the warmth of your boyfriend beside you was usually enough to keep the darkness at bay. but something unspoken gnawed at you, an ache too familiar to ignore.

it was nearing 3am when he stirred, his hand instinctively reaching out to the space where you should’ve been. the emptiness startled him awake, his fingers brushing cold sheets instead of your warmth. blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains, his heart sank when he realized you weren’t there.

the room was bathed in silver moonlight, spilling through the half-open curtains in soft, uneven waves, illuminating the chaos of their shared space. the indent of your body remained on the mattress, a shallow impression in the memory foam, stark and still. jisung’s fingers brushed the cooling fabric, the texture of the duvet suddenly foreign against his fingertips. it was as your absence had stripped the bed of its familiarity, leaving only muted reminders of you—your scent lingering faintly in the air, a whiff of your favorite vanilla and cinnamon moisturiser.

he pushed himself upright, the sheets slipping away from his chest like water pooling to his waist. the air felt sharper without you, slicing through the warmth he’d carried in his sleep. his eyes, still heavy-lidded and bleary, scanned the room, seeking you out instinctively. shadows gathered in the corners, their jagged edges softened by the moonlight. your absence grew louder with every passing second, an ache that started in his chest and crept into the pit of his stomach.

jisung swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet meeting the chilled floor. the hardwood creaked beneath him, a sound that might have woken you, coaxing a sleepy protest from you lips. now, it only echoed in the stillness, a reminder of how empty the space felt without you. his hands rubbed his face, chasing away the remnants of sleep as he called you softly, the syllables barely escaping his throat.

then he saw it; a faint glow seeping through the crack of the balcony door.

there you were, silhouetted against the quiet rain. the soft drizzle had dampened the balcony floor, leaving trails of silver glistening in the faint light. you were wrapped in one of his hoodies, the hem brushing against your thighs, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as if shielding yourself from a chill that wasn’t entirely physical.

he walked away from the messy bed silently, the cool floor against his feet grounding him as he padded toward the door. he hesitated for a moment, watching you from behind the glass. the way your shoulders rose and fell, your head tilted slightly as if lost in thought, made his heart ache. he knew—he always knew when something weighed on you. and tonight, it seemed heavier than usual.

sliding the door open, he stepped out. the cool night air greeted him, carrying the faint scent of rain and earth. “couldn’t sleep?” his voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile quiet around you.

you startled slightly, your head turning to see him. his eyes, dark with sleep but laced with concern, met yours. “i didn’t mean to wake you,” you murmured, your voice as fragile as the raindrops clinging to the railing.

“you didn’t,” he assured, stepping closer until he was beside you. he didn’t touch you right away, knowing better than to invade your space without invitation. instead, he leaned against the railing, his gaze following yours into the rain-drenched cityscape. “what’s on your mind?”

you hesitated. the words felt too heavy, too tangled. “i don’t know,” you admitted, though you both knew it wasn’t entirely true.

jisung’s lips curved into a faint, understanding smile. “you’re a bad liar, baby,” he said gently, his tone devoid of accusation.

you exhaled a shaky laugh, the sound barely audible. “it’s stupid,” you began, but he shook his head before you could finish.

“if it’s keeping you up at this hour, i wouldn't think it is,” he countered, his voice steady, grounding.

you shifted your weight, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the railing. “sometimes it feels like… like i’m still stuck. like no matter how far i’ve come, there’s still this part of me that's just..” your voice broke, frustration mingling with vulnerability.

jisung’s eyes softened, his heart aching at the raw honesty in your words. he took a step closer, careful and deliberate, his presence warm and steady. “hey,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing. “look at me.”

you turned to him reluctantly, your eyes glistening not with rain but with unshed tears. he reached out slowly, giving you every opportunity to move away, but you didn’t. his fingers brushed against yours, tentative, before he took your hand in his. “you’re not stuck,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “you’re healing. and healing isn’t a straight line. it’s messy and hard, but it’s still progress. you’re still moving forward.”

a tear slipped down your cheek, and jisung caught it with the pad of his thumb, his touch featherlight. “you’ve come so far,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “and even on the days when it feels like you haven’t, i’ll be right here, reminding you that you have.”

his words unraveled something in you, the knot of tension loosening as you leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his hoodie enveloping you both. the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear was a comfort, a rhythm you could anchor yourself to.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and affection. “don’t apologize,” he said firmly. “not for this. not for feeling. not for anything actually.”

the rain continued its quiet symphony around you, the city a blurred canvas of lights and shadows. the world felt distant, inconsequential, as you stood there wrapped in jisung’s arms. his presence was steady, grounding, as if he were your anchor in a storm.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” you said softly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

jisung laughed quietly, the sound warm and soothing. “you existed,” he said simply, his lips brushing against the crown of your head.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the silence wasn’t heavy, but comforting, a shared understanding that words weren’t always necessary. the rain eased into a gentle drizzle, the air cool and crisp, carrying with it the faintest hint of dawn.

eventually, jisung broke the silence. “come back to bed?” he asked, his voice soft, coaxing. “it feels empty and cold without you.”

you nodded, smiling slightly, letting him guide you back inside. the warmth of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the cool night, and as you slipped beneath the covers, jisung’s arms found your waist again, holding you close.

“we’ll figure it out together,” he murmured against your hair, his voice heavy with sleep but resolute. “always.”

and with him beside you, the world felt a little less heavy, the darkness a little less daunting. you closed your eyes, letting the sound of his breathing and the faint patter of rain lull you into a peace you hadn’t thought possible. for the first time that night, you felt like you could breathe.

the soft warmth of morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. the rain had stopped, leaving the world outside damp and glistening, like a secret freshly unwrapped. you stirred, cocooned in the familiar scent of jisung’s cologne and the lingering traces of sleep. his arms were draped around you, one hand resting against the small of your back, the other tangled in your hair. his steady breaths tickled your neck, a gentle reminder of his presence.

for a moment, you didn’t move, savoring the rare quiet of the morning. the weight of his arm, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, felt like home. slowly, you turned your head to look at him. his face was relaxed in sleep, his lips slightly parted, his lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. the sight made your heart swell, a quiet ache of love and gratitude.

as if sensing your gaze, jisung stirred, his hold tightening briefly before his eyes fluttered open. his brown eyes met yours, soft and drowsy, and a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep but filled with warmth.

“good morning,” you replied, your voice just as soft. you reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering against his skin.

he closed his eyes at your touch, leaning into it like a cat seeking affection. “how are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes opening again to search yours.

“better,” you admitted, your lips curving into a small smile. “thanks to you.”

jisung’s smile widened, his dimples appearing. “good,” he said simply, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “that’s all i want.”

you shifted closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck. his skin was warm, and the faint scent of him—a mix of his cologne and something inherently jisung—wrapped around you like a blanket. “i don’t ever want to leave this spot,” you mumbled against his skin.

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “then don’t,” he said, his hand running soothingly up and down your back. “stay here. with me. forever.”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “forever?” you teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and sincerity. “forever and then some.”

the two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, exchanging soft words and lazy smiles. the world outside could wait. in this moment, there was only the two of you, tangled in love and the quiet magic of a new day.

mastertag ୨୧ @cosmicalily @hyunjiiza @modesttiger

[11keu]

SHOULD’VE | S.JY

SYNOPSIS. From high school into college, you had your heart set on Jake. Frustratingly hot, popular with the ladies, potentially the love of your life… And not willing to sleep with you. At least, it seemed that way. In actuality, he was desperate for you.

PAIRING. Sim Jaeyun x Fem! Reader (Park Sunghoon x Fem! Reader)

GENRE. Smut. Mostly p with a little bit of plot, kinda abrupt ending. Weird dynamic of mutual hating and mutual pining. Sunghoon is not a full feature. Reader is a little bit (healthily) obsessed with Jake. Jake feigning nonchalance. University au. Miscommunication trope.

WARNING. Smut under cut, minors do not interact.

CONTENT. Alcohol, talk of virginity and loss of virginity, profanity, dry humping, fingering, spitting / saliva, reader calls Jake a slut, big dick Jake, oral (m and f rec.), cum eating, vocal Jake, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praising, choking, corruption but not really, kinda jealous sex, creampie, hint of aftercare.

First Year

Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure Jake could hear it. Feel it, even. Against his chest, as he pressed you down into the shitty mattress already used by your university's past first-years. You could taste the whisky on his tongue, the lime on his lips from tequila shots. And yet, he tasted incredible. Sweet, and clean. Just as you had imagined.

Your hand was cupping the back of his neck, your fingertips scratching delightfully against his freshly shaven fade. It made shivers run down his spine.

One of his large hands gripped the back of your thigh, his short nails pressing into your skin. He pulled you closer, bringing your hips and chest flush against his own. He groaned softly against your mouth as his other hand slid up the slope of your back, pressing you more firmly against him. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his tongue brushing against your own and tasting every part of your mouth. His teeth lightly nipped at your lower lip, earning a gasp from you.

‘Tight little thing, aren’t you?’ He whispered against your mouth, his tone low. He pulled your hips up against his own, letting you feel just how hard he’d gotten for you. He leaned back far enough to look down at you, his eyes taking in the way you looked beneath him. Your hair a messy halo against his pillows, lips kiss-swollen and parted, chest heaving.

Tight? He could feel how nervous you were under his touch?

‘Why’d you stop?’ Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him. He smirked back down at you, appreciating your desperation to have his lips on yours.

‘’Cause,’ he started, his hand sliding further up your thigh before coming down to grip the underside of your knee. ‘You’re acting like a little virgin.’ His voice was low and teasing, a hint of a laugh on his lips, only helping to turn you on further.

You felt like an idiot. A transparent idiot.

You avoided his gaze, glancing around his room. It was still pretty bare, like he'd given up on decorating, or hadn't yet finished. Very likely. After all, classes hadn’t even began yet. You looked back up into his eyes, feeling a lot smaller than you would have liked under his dark gaze.

Jake studied your face silently, watching every little change in your expression. He could feel the nerves and anxiety coming off of you in waves, and seeing you look away only confirmed his suspicion of just how inexperienced you were.

"You've never done this before," he stated matter-of-factly. It wasn't a question, more of an observation said with absolute certainty.

Confusion washed over you as he dropped his hold on your thigh and placed his hand beside your head instead. His other hand grabbed your arm, unwrapping it from around his neck and watching it fall back against his bed. Your eyes narrowed further as he sat back on his knees, running a hand through his hair and wetting his lips.

‘What are you doing?’ You raised a brow, sitting up on your hands.

"You're a virgin," he said bluntly. "I don't fuck virgins."

‘What?’ You spat. ‘What do you mean you don’t fuck virgins? I never said I was a virgin.’

He hummed, his smirk widening. ‘Yeah, but I can tell you are one,’ he let his eyes glance over you once again, unabashedly, his gaze taking in the sight of you with your hair all tousled and your top hanging off of one shoulder. ‘I don’t do virgins. Too many expectations, too much commitment.’

You rolled your eyes and got up off his bed, picking your reddish-brown leather jacket up from the floor. You slid it on, untucking your hair and then putting on your boots, zipping them up quickly. The ones that Jake had slowly unzipped as you’d kissed him, before tossing them onto the floor. With your bag on your shoulder, you left his bedroom with a slam of his door.

He sat there in stunned silence, the door slamming making him cringe. It was at least three in the morning. He was sure his housemates would hate him for that one.

He didn't expect you to react the way you did. He figured at most, you’d be shocked and a little embarrassed, maybe annoyed. But that you’d still ask — beg, even — to be an exception to his stupid rule. A rule he’d made up on the spot just to make sure you were still comfortable with him taking your virginity. He hadn't thought you’d just leave like that.

You’d known Jake since high school. You were well aware of his reputation, that he’d raked in quite a high body count. But none of that mattered to you, because as your naive teenage self believed, he was going to fall in love with you one day. He wouldn’t care that he would be your first, because you intended for him to be your last. Safe to say, you were a little delusional and maybe a little too obsessed with Jake Sim.

It was a cold September night as you walked back to your own accommodation, hugging yourself for warmth. The walk of shame, for sure. An embarrassing story that was going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

Second Year

Luckily for you, not everybody was as stupid as Jake.

No, Park Sunghoon would never turn you down. Within weeks of your sad excuse of a hook-up with Jake, you lost your virginity to one of his friends. Albeit, they weren’t that close anymore.

He was a sweet guy on the university’s ice hockey team, and you’d fallen for his pretty smile and shy personality at another fresher’s party. A selfie of yourself wearing his ‘23’ jersey sat deep in your camera roll, taken as he was grabbing you a glass of water from his communal kitchen. Although you never really talked to him again, you weren’t regretful. He was just your key to the flood gates. And soon, the stereotypical college experience of drunken hook-ups and short-term relationships became your reality.

As for Jake, you positively hated his guts.

Somehow, you ended up taking one of the same classes in both semesters last year. He was so nonchalant about the fact that you’d almost slept together that it majorly pissed you off. And you were always arguing with him in class, two pairs of eyes narrowed as you debated over whatever the professor had just been talking about.

Maybe it was more on your side than his, but he still bit every time and retaliated. Really, he couldn’t fully understand your temper towards him. So what that he didn’t sleep with you? He was trying to be respectful, as terribly as that came across. But for you, the guy whose name you used to scribble into your notebooks had turned you down rather harshly. It should’ve been him. You wanted it to be him, and you hated that it hadn’t been. Not because you regretted sleeping with Sunghoon, but because things not turning out your way just never sat right with you. The anger you felt towards your delusional timeline being messed up manifested itself as snapping at a clueless classmate who could barely recall that drunken night.

Well, maybe that was just what he told himself to help him sleep better at night. Because here he was, cupping your jaw and kissing you sensually atop a stranger’s mattress.

‘I hate you,’ you hissed against his lips, and he just moaned into your mouth, pressing his hardened cock against your thigh.

‘Feeling’s mutual,’ he murmured, sliding his knee between your thighs. He smirked as your hips jerked against his knee, seeking out some sort of friction.

You gripped at his t-shirt, holding him impossibly closer as he began to rock his knee against your bare core. Panties would be a stretch, considering your thong was too tiny to be covering up anything. Your hips rolled in time with the movement of his knee, breathless moans tumbling from your lips, each one swallowed by his perfect kisses. God, he was just pissing you off even more.

His hands moved to grip your thighs, parting them so that he could slot himself between them. You moaned as you felt his hard-on through his jeans, your clit bumping against his bulge every time either of you rocked your hips. Soft groans formed in the back of his throat, gently slipping into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue.

He wanted to hate you, he really did. But right now he was finding it difficult, with your body quivering underneath him, your thighs clenching around his hips every time he rutted against you. He wanted to hate you for ruining his classes with your incessant arguing last year. He wanted to hate you for making his heart ache in an odd sort of way, but he couldn’t. Not in the midst of your sweet, addictive taste and the feel of your hips grinding against his.

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip before he pulled away breathlessly. His hand on your thigh moved to grip at your tiny skirt, bunching the fabric up around your waist just so he could get a look at you. An audible groan followed as he looked at you. The way your thong was soaked through and barely covering you, the way your hole clenched around nothing just because he was looking at you.

‘Fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad,’ he gasped out, almost desperately. He gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped as his nails dug into your hips, pulling your ass flush against him. He rubbed his clothed erection against your ass, smirking as you pressed back against him. ‘Yeah? You want me to?’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ you groaned.

‘No need to snap at me,’ he chuckled darkly, sliding a finger along your soaked thong. ‘So fucking wet. Thought you hated me, hm?’

You nodded weakly against the pillows.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and let them snap against your skin. And then he yanked them down your thighs, forcing you further forward on the bed. He tested the waters by pushing his middle finger into your dripping hole, pleased that you sucked him right in. You moaned, clenching around his finger.

His finger moved slowly at first, bottom lip between his teeth as he watched your slick coat his finger. And then he began to pump it in and out of you, adding a second when he was sure you could take it. He took pride in the way you shuddered and clawed at the bedsheet, moans and whimpers muffled against this stranger’s pillows. Whose apartment even was this? He had no idea, he just hoped that he’d remembered to lock the door before he had you pressed up against it.

‘No oh-so-witty comebacks now, hm?’ He smirked, watching your hips rock back in time with the way he was thrusting his fingers into you. ‘Only way to shut you up is to make you moan, huh?’

You grabbed a pillow from beside your head and tossed it behind you, attempting to take him out. Of course, it completely missed. ‘I still hate you,’ you breathed out shakily.

‘Stop fucking yourself on my fingers then,’ he chuckled. ‘Go on, tell me you hate me again.’

He dipped his head down, letting saliva drip from his tongue and onto his fingers so that he could add a third. You cried out softly, clenching around his fingers once more.

‘I hate you,’ you whined. He groaned at the sound of you, his free hand cupping his rock hard cock through his jeans.

‘Shit, baby, cry like that again for me,’ he teased, squeezing himself harder.

He stopped touching himself in favour of wanting to make you cum. He spread your legs wider, making you fall flat against the bed. But he was quick to pull you back up and pull his fingers out of you, using your slick and his saliva to rub at your clit. You jerked forward, the sound leaving your lips so pornographic that Jake swore he could cum hands-free in his pants if you made that sound for him again. He rubbed your clit until your thighs tensed and shook, and then his fingers were back, buried deep in your hole and curling against your sweet spot.

‘Oh fuck, oh shit—’ You moaned out against the pillows, his other hand gently rubbing your clit to help you through your orgasm. Your hand came behind you and yanked his wrist away when it became too much, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you slumped fully forward against the bed. ‘Asshole.’

‘Can make a girl cum so good, and she’ll still call you an asshole,’ he spoke, gripping your thigh to pull you back against his hips. ‘Maybe she’ll forgive me if I fuck her like she wanted me to last year.’

‘Stop fucking talking like that,’ you moved your hips away from him. ‘And no, you’re not fucking me here.’

‘Why not?’ He reached out for you, but you were already dodging him in an attempt to find your underwear. ‘No way you’re going to leave after I just made you cum all over my fingers.’

‘Yeah, well, thanks for the orgasm,’ your feet planted against the floor, and your shaky legs carried you over to the door. ‘Good luck fucking your fist.’

Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. He collapsed onto his back with a frustrated groan, light seeping into the room through where you’d left the door slightly ajar.

You swatted Jake’s hand away as he reached for the mouse. His own mouse, in all fairness. It was his computer, in his dorm. But this was your project.

‘Seriously, Y/N?’ He glared at you. ‘Didn’t realise you were so anal about all of this.’

‘Oh, funny word from the funny man,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘Seriously, do you think this is all some big joke?’

‘What, university?’ He snorted.

‘Hah, university,’ you mocked. ‘I mean, the fact that you keep taking the same class as me.’

‘Complete coincidence,’ he shot back. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’

‘Just let me do it, and I’ll stick your name on it at the end,’ you huffed as you swatted at his hand again.

‘Relax, I was just going to correct your spelling,’ he gently nudged you away. ‘Idiot. How’d you even spell ‘because’ wrong?’

‘Your keyboard is slippery,’ you glared, burning a hole into his side profile. His perfect side profile.

He laughed at that, almost as if he knew something you didn’t, and took his chance to take over the keyboard and mouse. You shoved him away, almost making him fall off the chair he’d borrowed from his communal kitchen.

‘I’m still mad at you, by the way,’ he spoke, watching as you typed away.

‘Mad at me?’ You repeated back to him. ‘Why’s that?’

‘Come on, don’t be dense,’ he was smiling as he looked at you. Your grip on his mouse tightened. ‘Leaving me all high and dry at that party.’

‘You do have a hand,’ you shrugged.

‘Yeah, but you have a perfect pussy,’ he smirked. You almost choked as you inhaled, coughing lightly.

‘Jake,’ you warned. ‘Focus.’

‘On what? You’re not letting me do anything!’ He threw his hands up in the air to get his point across, leaning back in his seat. His thighs were spread, and you had to avert your gaze to stop yourself from salivating. ‘Wanna take a break?’

‘No,’ you spoke firmly. ‘Go sit on your bed or something, you’re bothering me.’ Your hand shooed him away, and he forced a mocking pout up at you.

‘I was gonna order takeout or something later, you wanna get it now?’

‘No,’

‘Come on, Y/N. Play with me, I’m bored.’

‘Play with yourself,’

‘Oh, you wanna watch?’

‘Sim fucking Jaeyun!’

‘Hey, you owe me,’ he grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to face him. He squished your cheeks further together, finding you adorable. ‘Suck me off or something in return for me making you cum.’

You grimaced, pulling your face away from him. ‘Gross, Jake,’ you huffed.

‘Mm, okay, so you’ll be fine if I play with myself instead,’ he smirked. You immediately shot him a glare. ‘Oh, come on. This is my bedroom.’

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see that. Badly. ‘Okay, I’ll leave,’ you stood, pushing his desk chair back as you did so. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you could move.

‘Stay, I’m just messing with you,’ he rolled his eyes.

‘I’m tired, and my brain hurts from doing all of the work,’ you huffed.

‘Then, let’s take a break,’ he pressed. ‘No funny business, I swear.’

How did Jake convince you to get up on his bed and lie down beside him? Your totally normal need to be close to him at this very moment, of course. Even if he did constantly piss you off.

‘Scoot over,’ you sighed, eyes drifting away from his laptop screen to see him already looking at you. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘You’re pretty,’ he shrugged, his hand moving to land atop your thigh. He gently rubbed at your bare skin with a smirk on his lips. ‘Have I ever told you that?’

‘No, and I don’t wanna hear that bullshit again,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘Come on,’ he grabbed your thigh again, pulling you closer. ‘Stop pretending you’re not into me.’

‘You’re insufferable,’ your brows furrowed together in disdain.

‘Mm, yeah, but you like it,’ he smirked, his head propped up by his elbow. ‘Come on, kiss me. I know you want to. You’re a good kisser, I won’t mind.’

Your eyes rolled almost automatically. But still, your hand cupped the back of his neck before you pulled him down into a kiss. And he groaned into your mouth. God, did he turn you on.

He wasn’t letting you get away this time. He looped his arm around your thigh and pulled you flush against him. Was he ever not hard? The thought crossed your mind as he licked into your mouth, making you moan at the taste of the gum he’d been chewing earlier that night. The answer was simple. No, not when you were around.

You gripped the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it upwards to get a feel of his bare torso. He smiled against your lips, his own hand coming up to help you peel it off him. The kiss broke for mere seconds before his lips were back on you, not even giving you the satisfaction of seeing his bare chest and abdomen in all their glory.

Thanks to him, your leg was hooked over his hip in the perfect position for you to straddle him. So you did, knocking the wind out of his lungs as his back met the mattress. Much more comfortable than last year’s, you noted. He groaned as you placed hurried kisses along his jawline, neck and down to his bare torso, his hands slipping from your body as you made your way down to the buckle of his belt.

‘You want me bad, huh?’ He teased.

It took everything in you not to scream.

‘You want your dick sucked or not?’ You glared down at him. ‘Because I could just go home.’

‘You’re so cute when you’re mad,’ he leaned up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘But yeah, I want it. Badly.’

‘Slut,’ you joked.

You moved quickly to unbuckle his belt. He groaned every time your hand brushed against his clothed erection, as if he was some touch-deprived singleton incapable of finding some regular pussy. Which was untrue, as far as you knew. You unclasped the button on his jeans and unzipped them, eyes landing on his bulge beneath his boxers.

‘Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,’ he groaned with frustration at your pause, hands coming up to rub down his face.

‘Shut up, will you?’ You gritted out, tugging down the waistband of his boxers. His hips shifted in an attempt to help you, and then his cock came springing up, rock hard against his abdomen. Tip perfectly red and aching, leaking precum onto his skin. ‘Oh.’

‘Oh?’ He mocked. ‘First time you see my dick and you say ‘oh’?’

‘You make it so fucking easy to hate you,’ you breathed out.

‘Fine, whatever, I’ll shut up,’ he relaxed back against his bed. ‘Leave you to do your thing.’

You thought back to the party. How good it had felt when he touched you, how quickly he’d made you cum. Unsurprisingly, that fact got under your skin. It was almost like a challenge now. You wanted to do even better than he had.

Your hand wrapped around his length without hesitation, his body tensing at the contact. His tip was dripping precum, and you just had to taste it. Your lips met his leaking tip in a kiss, and then wrapped around it, your tongue chasing every drop of his precum.

‘Mm, fuck,’ he moaned.

Your mouth pulled away and you spat into your hand before jerking him off with a tight grip. Did he just whine? His head tilted back against the pillows, and you felt arousal pool in your panties. Cocky, confident Jake taken down by the mere touch of a woman. Well, not just any woman — you.

When you knew he was looking, you spat onto his tip, using more of your saliva to lube him up. He felt dizzy with delight. And then your lips returned to him, sucking him into your mouth.

‘Shit,’ his fingers wove their way into your hair. ‘Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.’

Whether that was true or not, you didn’t care.

You took him all the way, gagging before he could even hit the back of your throat. He was big, but you weren’t going to make a deal out of it. His ego was in no need of inflation, and you didn’t want to be teased for not being able to take it. So you pushed further, nose pressing against his pelvis before you pulled off of him, breathless and eyes watery.

‘You good?’ Your eyes shot up to meet his gaze, a look of genuine concern on his face.

‘What, like I’m weak or something?’ You scoffed.

He quickly shut up when you went back to sucking him off. Cheeks hollowed, tongue against the underside of his shaft. Your hand wrapped around the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth as you really got into it.

Jake was a writhing, moaning mess under your touch. His hand was still in your hair, but he didn’t make a move to push your head. He was on thin ice around you, all of the time. Pushing your head would just be pushing his luck.

The way he moaned and cursed was doing a real good job of getting you wet. You wondered if it was for show, if he moaned like that because he knew women were into it. Curse him for apparently being some sort of sex god. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that sucking him off was getting you wet.

You’d given hook-ups and exes head for them. It was a way to make them feel good. Not once did you ever imagine soaking through your panties at the way you were making a man feel with your mouth. But here you were, shifting uncomfortably as you bobbed your head up and down on Jake Sim’s perfect cock.

His fingers tightened in your hair as you doubled your efforts. Your pace picked up, the sound filthy and lewd as you sucked him. The sound so wet that it made him moan even louder. You hummed and moaned around him, gripping him tight with the hand that was jerking off his base.

‘Holy fucking shit, Y/N,’ he whimpered, bucking up into your mouth. ‘You’re so good at sucking me.’

He twitched in your mouth as you moved to suck at his tip, your tongue gently swiping over his slit. A weak groan left his lips and he pushed you back down on him, his hot cum immediately shooting down the back of your throat. You tried not to gag. His moans were whiny and breathy as you swallowed around him, letting him hold you there until he went limp. So this is what he sounds like when he cums.

You pulled your mouth off him and caught your breath. Well, only for a moment before he was grabbing your face and bruising your lips in a kiss. The force of it pulled your body forward, making you stumble on your hands and knees up towards him. A sound of surprise left your lips as your hips landed flush against his own, his softening cock rubbing against your now-damp mini shorts.

Like a man possessed, he lifted your shirt up over your tits and hooked his fingers in the cups of your bra, tugging it down. You gasped into the kiss and his fingers moved to pinch your nipples. Your hips jerked forward and he whimpered, sensitive from the orgasm that was still thrumming through him in all honesty.

Both breasts exposed, he broke the kiss roughly to attach his lips to your nipple. Your back arched and you almost fell on top of him, needy moans falling from your lips.

‘Jake, what are you—?’ You gasped, hips jerking forward again.

He pulled away with a pop. ‘M’sorry,’ he breathed out. ‘Been thinking about your tits all week.’

Third Year

In your ideal world, it wouldn’t happen this way. But in the real world, it was going to.

‘Oh, fuck, don’t stop,’ you whimpered, two of Jake’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he licked at your clit. Side to side, every swipe pushing you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Jake, m’so—’

His fingers curled against your sweet spot and you moaned mindlessly, thighs tightening around his head. He didn’t let up, needing to make you cum at least once before he would let himself have you.

You never imagined your first time with Jake being at a time when you were both intoxicated, but then again, this was the third time you’d been drunk and involved in the motions of foreplay with him. Considering that was three out of four times… It was almost written in the stars that you’d be drunk when you and Jake finally hooked up.

After the incident in his bedroom last year, with the forced proximity of working on an assignment together, things just… Died off again. A phone call from a friend cut your time short and you left despite his weak protests. The assignment was completed via back-and-forth emails and when the semester was up, you had no more classes with Jake. You were disappointed, kind of hoping he’d switch a class out in search for one with you, but he didn’t. So things ended there.

And even though you were sure you had to have him, as the time went by, you realised he was literally just a guy. Even your high school self couldn’t bring you back into that obsessive need you had been feeling before he turned you down in your first year of university. You did want to sleep with him, but you weren’t the type to chase and beg. If the universe was against it, then so were you.

Right until he bumped right into you at the bar, knocking your drink over before you could even reach for it. He bought you another one, and then continued to eye-fuck you from across the room after you parted ways.

You were still you. A girl he knew in high school that seemed way too far out of his league. The girl he didn’t want to take the virginity of without her being completely sure. (Look how well that turned out.) The girl that made his heart incredibly weak, and his dick incredibly hard, but one of those facts would be taken with him to the grave. Jake decided on the spot, under flashing lights and booming music as he was nursing a whisky cola, that there would be no more waiting. No more bullshit, no more chances for you to physically shove him away. You were coming home with him.

‘Hey,’ he’d practically yelled over the music as he’d stopped in front of you. When your face fell into a disappointed frown, he’d felt a little bit nauseous with worry that you’d say no. He’d leaned in closer, talking directly into your ear. ‘Wanna come back to my place?’

The question was straight-forward and you were a simple girl. Yes, of course. When you’d taken his hand and followed him out of the club, you’d had the expectation that this would be it. One and done, once and for all. But your high school self bolted to the forefront of your mind and began to warm you up in a sing-song voice, about how this was it. The beginning of your love story.

‘So, what’ll it be?’ You spoke, as Jake hovered just inches above you now. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked down at you. His lips glistened with a mixture of his saliva and your juices.

‘What?’ He breathed out, diving in to press kisses along your chest. His hands cupped your tits through your dress, thumbs swiping over your clothed nipples and making your hips jerk up into his own.

‘What position do you want to feel me in for the first time?’ You rolled your eyes, as if it had been the most obvious question in the world.

‘Can’t we do all of them?’ He whined into your neck, his clothed dick humping against your inner thigh.

‘Did you even listen to me?’ If he wasn’t so cute, you would have already been out the door at his stupidity. ‘I said first.’

‘Oh, um,’ he pulled back to look down at you. ‘Would you get on top?’ For him? Anything.

Jake laid back and shuffled himself out of his jeans and boxers, then helping you out of your dress as your hips hovered just above his. Your hips landed flush with his own and you began to roll them, your slick coating his cock as you rocked back and forth. He couldn’t help but moan, having a death grip on your hips as he pulled you along.

But then he gently coaxed you back and spat into the palm of his hand, before jerking himself off for a few seconds. Your gaze was dark and hungry as you watched him, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. He asked you to lift your hips and then rubbed his head back and forth between your slit, the two of you gasping in unison as he did so. You looked down at him, and he was already looking back up at you. Silently asking for confirmation. A short nod was all it took.

‘Oh shit,’ he groaned, after pushing his tip into you. A shaky breath left your lips. He used a soft thrusting motion to push all the way into you, hand on your hip to keep you upright, or maybe grounded.

‘Mmph— Fuck—’ You slumped forward against his chest when he bottomed out, breathing heavily into the crook of his neck.

Maybe it had been a while since you last had sex, maybe Jake was just big and you had to come to terms with that. Either way, he was groaning in your ear every time you squeezed him, and it was impossible not to when he left you feeling so full.

‘You okay?’ His voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

‘Just give me a second,’ you nodded.

‘Alright,’ he gently squeezed your hip.

A year or two ago, Jake may have laughed in your face and felt his ego inflate in this very moment. But he wanted you. No, he needed you at this point. He wasn’t going to fuck it up by acting like an asshole just using you for the sex. Well, he sure was happy to be getting laid, but this was you. Infuriating, frustrating you. The girl who slammed his door on the way out without even questioning him when he rejected you. The girl who bit his head off for the first two semesters of his university career every time he was in the same classroom as you. Who snuck away with him at a party only to deny him and leave him embarrassingly hard in a stranger’s bedroom, who gave him the best head of his life and then hurried off to play saviour for a close friend. Who also got him a high grade in that assignment you did ‘together’. And who he hadn’t seen up close in almost a year, even though he’d desperately wanted to be around you.

But most importantly, the girl who he caught scribbling his name into the freshly opened the notebook one time. Who’d watched him play soccer without ever speaking to him, who’d blushed when he asked to sit next to you in math.

He’d seen you there at some party when university first started up, looking way more carefree and less tense than you did in high school. You were laughing with your friends and holding a red solo cup, and he smiled to himself when he recognised you. He didn’t even know you were going to attend the same university. You seemed to forget about how he approached you at the party, catching up with you briefly before telling you just how gorgeous you were. Like something out of a movie, the supposed love of your life leaned in to kiss you.

But what scared him was that he didn’t really know you. He knew you liked him, and he knew you were willing to sleep with him, but that was as far as his knowledge went. And taking advantage of your lingering high school crush felt wrong. He wanted to know you. Maybe he should have been nicer, told you he’d like your number before he told you he wouldn’t fuck you. Did first year Jake even have that in him?

But hey, good things come to those who wait.

You sat back, his glossy eyes following your movements. You attempted to move your hips, gripping at his shoulder at the sensitivity. With a huff, you buried your face in his bare chest in defeat.

‘Don’t think I can ride you,’ you mumbled.

‘Okay, uh… Missionary?’ His voice was slightly panicked. He did not want to let you go. Again.

‘Yeah,’ your voice was still muffled against his chest.

He prompted you to lift up and lie down, him hovering over you once more as he grabbed your thigh and tugged you closer. He rubbed your clit with his tip, smiling as he heard you moan weakly. You wanted to whack him and tell him to stop teasing, but you felt too relaxed from the alcohol and your own arousal to do so.

He pushed back into you slowly, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he praised as he hooked your thigh over his hip. ‘So tight, squeezing me so good.’

You clenched around him, and that he smirked at.

‘Oh, you like that?’ He teased, sliding his hips back. You moaned out as he thrusted back into you nice and slow. ‘Like hearing how good your pussy sucks me in?’

You threw your arm over your eyes and laughed softly. The sound of your laughter only served to bring a smile to his face.

‘Don’t get shy on me, baby,’ he pressed a kiss to your neck. ‘I’m literally inside of you.’

Your arms came up to loop around his neck and shoulders to hold him there. He began to move, slowly at first. But when you made no move to stop him, he began to pick up the pace.

He was loud, but not whiny like last time. He groaned in your ear, nails biting into the skin of your thigh. Before long, the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wetness pooling between your legs. Your moans grew in volume as he pounded into you, his breathless gasps and groans getting you impossibly wetter. You knew that cumming from penetration alone was rare, which is why you’d never been disappointed by the fact that you couldn’t. But with Jake, oh boy…

He pulled out and sat back on his knees, tugging you down the bed. He slid a pillow under your hips before he pushed back into you, gripping your thighs tightly.

‘Oh, god, Jake,’ your back arched, hand finding his shoulder to clutch onto. His thrusts hit your G-spot repeatedly, sometimes sliding to knock into your cervix right after. Your body was jolting and jerking, expression twisted with pleasure. ‘Think you’re gonna make me cum—’

‘Shit, really?’ He smirked. He was enjoying this far too much. The way your lips parted, the way you moaned for him, your face scrunching up in pleasure.

You groaned weakly, gently pushing your palm against his chest.

He brought one hand down to toy with your nipple, his other pressing on your lower abdomen. A soft whine left your lips and your hips bucked, the build-up becoming more and more intense. He wanted to kiss you as he made you cum, but it would fuck with the position and potentially ruin your orgasm.

Your thighs squeezed around his waist and you arched up, panting breathlessly. You fisted the bedsheet beneath you, legs trembling as you came. Your walls pulsed around him, squeezing him and making him groan. ‘Fuck, m’cumming—’

‘Fuck, baby, cum all over my cock,’ he gritted out, his thrusts softer as he simply watched you. His hand fell down to your clit, gently patting against it and making you cry out before you jerked away from his touch. ‘Shit, that was so hot.’

He pulled out of you again, making you whine. His gaze burned into the way the creamy fluid of your orgasm dripped out of you and all over his shaft. It was like his wettest dream became a reality.

‘You can keep going, right?’ He was already tossing the pillow aside.

‘Yeah— Jake!’ He flipped you flat onto your stomach, lying atop you. You didn’t get a second to process before he pushed into you from behind, forcing your mouth to drop open at the new angle. ‘Mmm, fuck.’

His hips repeatedly snapped against your ass, the sounds of skin on skin working to become louder as he grunted and groaned in your ear. ‘I would’ve done it, you know,’ he murmured, hand gripping your waist to push you further down into the bed.

‘Hm?’ You turned your head. He was quick to loop an arm around your neck, just barely choking you but forcing your head to remain straight.

His paced picked up, your moans turning into cries and near-screams as he repeatedly abused your hole. You were sure your ass would hurt in the morning from the way his hips were slamming against it.

‘Would’ve fucked that clueless look right off your face,’ he panted beside your ear. ‘But no, you just walked right out. Barely even questioned it.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes narrowed in confusion, but he tightened his arm around your neck in attempt to shut you up.

‘And Sunghoon, really?’ He groaned. ‘I bet he didn’t fuck you like this.’

Where was all of this coming from?

‘Jake—?’ You gasped as he released his hold on your neck. Instead, his fingers wrapped around it, squeezing harder. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

‘Should’ve been me,’ his thrusts slowed. He fucked into you deeper, harder. Your body jerked forward every time he pressed into you. ‘Should’ve made this perfect pussy all mine from the start.’

He must’ve lost his mind. Oh well, you were enjoying him lay out his regrets for you.

His hand released your neck and he moved to hold himself up with one hand. The other gripped your waist again, pushing you down as he picked up his pace. When he started moaning breathlessly, you knew he was getting close. But you couldn’t do anything to help get him there, except lie there and take it. It being his jealousy- or maybe anger-fuelled pounding that had you clawing at the bedsheets and crying out for— Mercy?

‘Fuck, I’m so close,’ he gritted out, nails digging into your waist. ‘Gonna let me pump you full of my cum?’

‘Y-Yes,’ you gasped, noting how his thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside of you.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ he moaned, forehead falling to your shoulder as he came deep inside of you. His thrusts continued, slow and soft as he groaned into your skin. You shuddered, his hot, sticky cum coating your walls. He pulled out then, watching until it began to drip out of you.

He could hardly help himself, stuffing two fingers back into you. You yelped, clenching around his fingers and attempting to scoot away from him. His coated fingers slid out of you and then tapped against your lips, silently ordering you to suck them clean.

‘How do we taste, baby?’ He teased as your lips wrapped around his fingers with a hum.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers away, gasping for air as you glared up at him. ‘I hate you,’

‘Seriously?’ He huffed, wiping his fingers on his sheets.

‘Yes, seriously,’ you groaned, shoving your face into the mattress.

‘Come on, I just fucked you so good,’ he tried to push you onto your back, but gently as to not provoke you.

‘Yeah, that’s the problem,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘The problem is that I fucked you so good that you hate me even more now?’ He raised a brow as you rolled onto your back.

‘Yes,’ you spat. ‘You’re telling me we could’ve been fucking like this for years now? And what was all that about you wishing it had been you? Ever heard of communication? You acted like it had never even happened in that first class we had together—’

‘C’mere,’ he chuckled softly, smothering you in a hug as he pulled you into his side.

Published by 11keu on Tumblr, 22nd January 2025.

first fic on here!! lmk if u liked it or if u hated it and i should just deactivate alr.. kidding but i appreciate feedback good or bad so idk just interact w me :)

also lmk if u want a part 2 bc i like their dynamic so i’d be willing to do a continuation

[kristiliqua]

[read this after reading the tags because fuck i hit the tag limit LMFAOO]

— and jason (n the bunch) definitely makes fun of him for it because holy shit you absolute tryhard (he copes and seethes every time tim manages to snipe his slow ass dynamo — which is basically every fucking time tim is there . he has to rush tim like a fucking madman in order to actually splat him , and then usually dies right after bc he rushed into their base , tunnelvisioning tim and tim only , as a fucking Dynamo . tldr he calls him a tryhard to cope)

(and do Not get me wrong ; its not as if jason’s a thoughtless or bad player [i hate ppl calling him a brute . like istg he’s smart too] . its just that dynamo vs charger is a horrible matchup for him , as the dynamo . he Does manage to get tim without rushing him sometimes , but he needs coordination with his team distracting tim or smth in order to get the advantage he needs , since theyre both equally skilled pretty much . but a 1v1 is just Hard in this matchup [said by a dynamo And charger main . trust me on this one LMAO] , and he usually just gets sniped in those situations — its either a trade or death for him most of the time . thats not a jason thing ; its a charger vs dynamo thing lol)

golly i’ve been talking abt this too long (esp abt tim and jason when tim is nowhere to be found in the og post LMFAO Uhm .! i just like them . jason n tim are my boys) . in fact im going to yap more bc i feel i havent given dami enough appreciation

jason would totally love rolling damian over while dami’s sharking him . he’d laugh in his face and clip it on his switch , before saving the clip on his phone or smth just in case damian attempts to delete it

see it as a punishment for trying to shark a dynamo as a splatana/octobrush instead of just ,,, outmaneuvering the dynamo . bc both splatana and octobrush have good enough range to easily take down a dynamo (he outmaneuvers a lot too ofc ; he just tests his luck sometimes by sharking around jason , wanting to surprise him lol)

they are a Unit on the same team tho . damian as the faster splatana/octobrush supporting jason’s slower dynamo/stamper (he’d play that too . def didnt start playing it bc it pairs rlly well with [damian’s] splatana ,, no siree ,,,) as they both kill the enemy team with terrifying efficiency . (i’d say they’d be extra good with tim making callouts in comms — bc ofc im still thinking abt tim too istg 😭 — but i also feel like neither of them would listen to him half of the time . and take joy in his misery whenever they lose , ignoring their own misery from losing in favor of making fun of tim and blaming each other for losing [like “if you hadnt died when they started pushing we could have defended successfully , todd !” / “oh MY BAD that i TRADED with their stupid quick-respawning motherfucker and couldnt paint under my feet to get away from their bomb because im a fucking DYNAMO —” (can you tell i definitely main dynamo and have experienced similar situations . WHY is it so FUCKING BAD at PAINTING UNDER YOUR FEET . MY GOD .)])

anyway holy shit thats it im done Fucking Hell . here’s your essay op ! i love the art . it has clearly stirred my love for batfam and splatoon (im sorry LMFAOAO)

is this too niche

[sofiatarot]

PAC: If I were your partner: How I’d treat you, win your heart, and fulfill your desires... ❤️‍🔥

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have someone treat you exactly the way you dream of? the way you truly deserve? In this reading, I’ll dive deep into how I’d love, cherish, and spoil you as your partner. We'll see what makes your heart race, how I’d go the extra mile to win you over, and a glimpse into what the passion between us might look like. Let’s uncover what your perfect partner would bring to the table.

1->2

3->4

Take this as a sign—this is the lover you’ve been manifesting. There are no coincidences, only fate bringing you closer to what you truly deserve. Get ready, because the universe is sending someone who will treat you exactly like this… and maybe even better.

Group 1

Okay so... I get the impression that you wouldn’t make this easy… You crave a connection that’s more than just surface-level. You’re not here for fleeting infatuations or hollow promises—you need someone who can show up with passion, depth, and consistency. What makes your heart race is the idea of a partner who can handle the highs and lows of life with you, someone who knows how to celebrate your wins but also stand by you when the weight of the world feels heavy. You’re drawn to someone who’s bold enough to take action yet emotionally intuitive enough to make you feel understood.

I’d have to treat you just right to earn your trust… Winning your heart wouldn’t be a game; it’d be a commitment. You’d fall for someone who isn’t afraid to put in the work, to prove their loyalty through actions, not just words. I’d have to show you that I’m strong enough to carry my own weight while being gentle enough to support yours when you need it. You’d appreciate someone who takes the time to understand your complexities, who doesn’t shy away from your emotional depth, and who knows how to balance ambition with tenderness.

This is undeniable… I know you’d want something raw and real… Behind closed doors, you’re someone who loves intensity. You crave moments that feel almost electric—like passion that builds slowly and then crashes over you all at once. I’d know how to take my time, teasing out every ounce of desire until you’re begging for release. There’s something about the push and pull that excites you, isn’t there? The tension of holding back, only to give in completely. I’d make sure you feel like the center of my universe in those moments, with nothing else mattering but us.

I’d have to surprise you, though… You’re not someone who’s impressed by the predictable. You’d love a partner who keeps you guessing, who knows how to reignite the spark when things feel too routine. I’d make it my mission to keep things fresh, whether that means spontaneous adventures or quiet nights filled with whispered promises. You’d appreciate someone who knows how to balance the thrill of the new with the comfort of the familiar, always leaving you wanting more.

I think I’d have to match your intensity… You’re someone who needs a partner who can meet you on your level. You’re not interested in someone who’s going to shy away from the fire—you need someone who’s willing to step into it with you. I’d show you that I can handle your passion, your ambition, and your emotional depth without flinching. You’d love a partner who sees your strength and meets it with their own, creating a connection that feels both powerful and unshakable.

But I’d also need to make you feel secure… You’re not someone who can thrive in uncertainty. You’d fall for a partner who makes you feel grounded, who proves their love through their actions and their presence. I’d make sure you know that you’re my priority, that I’m here to support you and celebrate you in every way possible. You’d love someone who sees the beauty in your vulnerability and cherishes it rather than taking it for granted.

Oh, now this is interesting…

Something tells me you’d like to take control sometimes… You’re someone who knows what you want, and I’d love nothing more than to give it to you. Whether it’s letting you call the shots or completely surrendering to your desires, I’d make sure you feel empowered in every way. You’d appreciate a partner who can read between the lines, who knows how to anticipate your needs without you having to say a word.

I think you’d love the little things, too… You’re someone who notices the details—the way someone remembers your favorite coffee order or the way they hold your hand when you’re nervous. I’d make it my mission to show you how much I care in all the small ways, proving that love isn’t just about grand gestures but also about the quiet moments that make life beautiful.

And in the end, I’d make sure you feel like the only one… You’d love a partner who makes you feel like the center of their universe, who shows you every day that you’re cherished, desired, and deeply loved. I’d make sure you know that you’re my priority, always and forever. You deserve nothing less.

Group 2

I can tell you have a romantic heart but a practical mind...

You’re someone who loves the idea of deep, soulful connections, but you’re not here for fleeting infatuations. You’re drawn to love that feels purposeful, where every moment builds toward something meaningful. What makes your heart race is the idea of someone who understands both your dreams and your doubts, someone who can balance passion with stability.

Oh, there’s no question about it… I’d have to show you I’m serious about you… Winning your heart would mean showing you that I’m not just talk—I’d need to back it up with action. You’re not impressed by empty promises; you need someone who can follow through and prove their commitment. I’d make it clear that I’m here to build something real with you, not just chase after fleeting thrills. You’d fall for someone who sees your worth and doesn’t shy away from putting in the effort.

So I’d take my time making you feel special… You’re someone who loves the little moments as much as the grand gestures. Behind closed doors, I’d make sure every touch, every word, every kiss feels intentional. You’d love a partner who knows how to build anticipation, teasing out the tension until it’s almost too much to bear. I’d make sure you feel completely worshipped, like nothing else in the world matters except you.

I have a feeling you’re the type who craves a bit of mystery… You’re not someone who wants everything laid out right away—you’d love a partner who keeps you guessing, who adds a touch of intrigue to the relationship. I’d make sure to surprise you, whether it’s with unexpected adventures or the way I look at you when you least expect it. You’d love the feeling of discovering new layers to someone, always keeping things fresh and exciting.

I’d need to balance passion with stability… You’re not here for chaos—you want a connection that feels grounded yet still electric. I’d make it my mission to show you that I can offer you both security and excitement, blending the best of both worlds. You’d fall for someone who can handle your complexities without trying to change you, someone who embraces your depth and matches it with their own.

I sense that you’d appreciate being cherished… You’d love a partner who pays attention to the details, who notices the little things that make you smile and finds ways to incorporate them into everyday life. I’d make sure to show you that I see you, truly see you, in a way that makes you feel loved and appreciated beyond words.

And let’s be honest, you’d love to feel desired… Behind closed doors, you’d appreciate a partner who knows how to take control when needed but also gives you the space to express your own desires. I’d know exactly how to tune into what you need, finding the perfect balance between softness and intensity. You’d love someone who knows how to push your boundaries in the best ways, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

I’d make you feel like the only one in the room… You’re someone who loves to be reminded of how special you are, whether it’s through words, actions, or the way I look at you. I’d make sure you know that you’re my priority, that everything I do is with you in mind. You deserve nothing less than a love that makes you feel like you’re walking on air.

And in the end, I’d make sure you feel secure and adored… You’d fall for someone who makes you feel like you’re their everything, someone who doesn’t just say they love you but shows it in every way possible. I’d make sure you know that you’re deeply cherished, desired, and loved beyond measure.

Group 3

It’s clear to me now… you’ve got walls up, but they’re worth climbing… You’re someone who doesn’t let just anyone in—you need a partner who’s willing to earn your trust and prove that they’re here for the right reasons. What makes your heart race is the idea of someone who’s not afraid to put in the effort, who sees your strength and admires it but also makes you feel safe enough to let your guard down.

I’d have to show you that I’m not going anywhere… Winning your heart would mean proving that I’m here for the long haul. You’d appreciate someone who’s patient, who doesn’t push but instead lets the connection grow naturally. I’d show you that I see the real you, the version of you that you don’t show to everyone, and I’d make sure you know that I love every part of it.

I’d make you feel unstoppable… Behind closed doors, you’re someone who loves intensity. You’d want a partner who knows how to take control but also lets you express your own power. I’d make sure to create moments that feel electric, where every touch and every look sends shivers down your spine. You’d love the feeling of being completely seen, desired, and adored in those intimate moments.

It’s written all over you—you’d need a mix of strength and softness… You’re not someone who’s drawn to extremes—you’d love a partner who knows how to balance their strength with vulnerability. I’d make sure to show you that I’m both capable and caring, strong enough to stand by your side but also soft enough to hold you when you need it.

I’d need to earn your respect first… You’re not someone who’s easily impressed by charm—you need substance. I’d make it my mission to prove that I’m someone worth your time, someone who can match your intelligence, your ambition, and your drive. You’d love a partner who’s not afraid to challenge you but also knows how to support you when it counts.

Mhm, I can almost picture it now…you like to keep things exciting… You’d appreciate a partner who knows how to keep the spark alive, who’s willing to try new things and push boundaries. I’d make sure every moment with me feels fresh and exciting, whether it’s through spontaneous adventures or the way I look at you like you’re the only person in the world.

And let’s not forget—you’d love to feel adored… You’re someone who appreciates the little things, the moments that show you how much you’re loved and valued. I’d make sure to pay attention to the details, showing you that I care in ways that go beyond words. You’d fall for someone who makes you feel like you’re the center of their universe.

I’d make sure you feel completely secure… You’re not someone who thrives in uncertainty—you need a partner who makes you feel grounded and safe. I’d make sure you know that you’re my priority, that I’m here to support you and stand by you no matter what. You’d love someone who proves their love through their actions, not just their words.

And in the end, I’d make sure you feel truly seen… You’d fall for a partner who sees the real you, who loves every part of you, even the parts you try to hide. I’d make sure you know that you’re deeply cherished and adored, that you’re the love of my life in every way.

Group 4

I get the feeling you don’t just let anyone get close to you… You’re someone who knows their worth and keeps your guard up until someone proves they’re worth your time. What you crave is a love that feels equal, where you’re respected, cherished, and understood. You’re drawn to a partner who brings balance to your life—someone who knows how to handle your complexities while making you feel like the most important person in the room.

I’d need to show you that I can match your depth… Winning your heart wouldn’t be a simple task. You’d make me work for it, and honestly, I’d enjoy every second of the challenge. You’d need to see consistency from me—proof that I’m not just here for the good times but also for the hard ones. I’d show you I can handle your storms without flinching, making it clear that I’m not just here to take, but to give in every way you deserve.

Now, I’d make you feel like royalty… Behind closed doors, you’d need a partner who knows how to pay attention to every single detail of your pleasure. You don’t settle for half-hearted attempts; you want someone who’s completely attuned to you. I’d make sure to build anticipation, teasing and pleasing until there’s nothing left but pure satisfaction. With me, you’d never have to doubt how desirable you are—I’d remind you every second of the way.

You’re the type who’d keep me guessing, and I’d love that… You’re not someone who lays it all out on the table—you love to keep things intriguing. I’d make it my mission to uncover all your hidden sides, to show you that I’m just as fascinated by your quiet moments as I am by your wild ones. You’d love having a partner who keeps things exciting without ever rushing you, someone who knows how to navigate your rhythm.

I’d have to prove I’m someone you can truly trust… You don’t give your heart easily, and I wouldn’t expect you to. To win you over, I’d show you that I’m someone who can hold your secrets, your fears, and your dreams without ever using them against you. You’d appreciate a partner who makes you feel safe enough to be vulnerable, someone who protects your heart as if it were their own.

And I know you’d want a love that feels equal… You wouldn’t settle for a relationship where one person gives all the effort. You’d want someone who invests just as much as you do, who meets you in the middle and makes you feel valued. I’d make it clear that I see you as my equal, my partner in every sense of the word, and that I’m here to create something extraordinary with you.

Let’s be honest, you’d love a partner who can handle your intensity… You’re not afraid of passion, and you’d need someone who knows how to match yours without being overwhelmed by it. I’d make sure to embrace every part of you, from your fiery moments to your softer ones. You’d fall for a partner who makes you feel free to express all sides of yourself, knowing you’ll never be judged for it.

I’d make sure you feel seen in ways no one else could… You’d love a partner who notices the things about you that others miss—the way your eyes light up when you’re excited, or the subtle shifts in your tone when you’re trying to hide your emotions. I’d show you that I don’t just see the surface—I see the real you, and I’m completely captivated by every part of it.

And in the end, I’d make you feel irreplaceable… You’re not someone who’d be content with anything less than a love that feels all-encompassing. I’d make sure you know, every single day, that you’re my priority, my muse, and my greatest treasure. With me, you’d never feel like you’re settling—you’d know you’ve found someone who’s truly worthy of you.

I could be a better boyfriend than him—

xoxo🌙

[miss-dollette]

Person Of Interest - Chapter 1. Muse.

Warning: Stalking. Really fucked up opinions on the less fortunate. Remember, this is the salesman we’re talking about.

(A/N): I wrote this over the course of a few days. I haven’t written anything this long in some time, so let me know if I got anything wrong. Also, I’m not Korean and have never visited Korea, so I’m not familiar with Korean culture. Please be easy on me - I don’t even listen to K-Pop and this is my like, second Korean show I’ve watched 😭. Okay, it’s two in the morning and my eyes hurt. Enjoy :)

The little waif appeared at the train station again, as she did every day of the week except Sunday.

He knew that because he had developed a routine of his own-one where he ensured he’d catch a glimpse of her. She was a slight thing, all knobby knees and elbows, with a rounder face that still clung stubbornly to remnants of baby fat. It gave her an air of innocence that would likely never fade into maturity.

Twenty-two years old. A dropout from a prestigious university - why, he didn’t know. She lived with a roommate in a tacky apartment building and was unemployed. Instead, she earned her money playing her violin in the busier sections of the city.

A talented little thing. No matter the weather, her thin but strong fingers coaxed melodies from her instrument, drawing the attention of passersby. The locals knew her well, and they must have appreciated the way her music lured customers to their shops and stands.

The first time he saw her, she was on a concrete platform, playing one of his favorite songs. His hand had stung, his shoulder ached - a long day of recruiting Nothings - but the sound had stopped him in his tracks.

Passersby dropped won into the worn Breton cap she’d laid out in front of her, and each time, she flashed a brief, grateful smile before resuming her tune.

His breath hitched in his chest, his fingers slackening around the handle of his suitcase full of won and two dirty ddakji papers. Even dressed in an oversized coat with patched-up hemlines, she caught his attention in a way that left him stunned.

An elderly man shuffled past her, dropping a few won into her cap before bowing deeply. She paused just long enough to bow back, even lower than he had, before continuing to play.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, lingering spectators began to drift away, heading toward the station to catch their trains. Salarymen and women filed out of their offices, and nearby shops started to close for the night.

When the last stragglers were gone, she stepped down from the platform and retrieved her cap. One by one, she smoothed out the crumpled bills with delicate precision, as though each note were a treasure.

An elderly woman from a nearby food stall approached her, carrying a steaming skewer of dakkochi. Though the girl began counting her bills, ready to pay, the woman shook her head, pressing the food into her hands.

She hesitated, staring at the meat with wide, hungry eyes, before accepting it and bowing low in gratitude.

He watched as she took the first bite, her eyes fluttering shut as though she were savoring the warmth, the taste, the comfort of it. She chewed slowly, and though he couldn’t hear it, he could almost imagine the hum of satisfaction she must have let slip.

It was ridiculous. Fascination with someone so ordinary.

And yet, he couldn’t look away.

How could it be that this crumpled-up, discarded girl had managed to fascinate him so completely?

If he had seen her on any other day, he would have caught her alone, offered her a game of Ddakji, and slapped her cheeks until their softness gave way to mottled bruises. Those babyish cheeks of hers, stained with tears—he could picture it so vividly. Female recruits usually cried by the third slap, but they never stopped playing. The glimmer of hope, of winning back their dignity or even just a few won, kept them in the game.

They were all the same. Male or female. Persistent, pathetic pieces of garbage. That’s what they all had in common.

When she finished her food, she stuffed the crumpled won into a sash tied around her waist, her movements quick yet deliberate. Then she turned her attention to her violin, lifting it with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. She placed the chipped instrument into its worn case so gently that anyone watching might have thought she was laying an infant into its crib.

It was laughable, really.

And yet, he kept watching.

When she stood, she practically skipped toward the train station. Light, careless steps, as though the weight of the world hadn’t settled on her shoulders like it had on everyone else’s. He watched her descend the stairs, each movement unguarded, as though she had nothing to fear.

His fingers tightened around the handle of his suitcase, and his eyes flicked to his watch. The seconds ticked away steadily, a reminder that if he wanted to catch the last train home, he’d need to hurry.

But as he stood there, staring at the spot where she’d disappeared, he felt himself torn.

Head home... or follow her?

The decision hovered in the air, tantalizing and heavy, as the seconds marched on.

He realized that if he didn’t follow her, she’d haunt his thoughts all night. The sound of her tunes, the gleam in her eyes—it would all linger, nagging at him. And what if he never saw the little waif again?

The thought was unbearable.

He took a step toward the station, then another, and another, until he found himself at the platform, watching as she disappeared through the train’s doors.

“Pardon me,” he murmured, brushing past another passenger in his haste.

The man turned sharply, venom already rising to his face - until his gaze fell on him. The glare faltered, melting into something more subdued. Respectful.

It was remarkable, really, how quickly people changed their tune when they caught sight of his tailored coat and polished shoes. They didn’t need to know him, his past, or his purpose. The price tag of his appearance was enough to earn their deference.

How pitiful, he thought, as he adjusted his grip on his suitcase. Once, he’d been nothing - just like them. But now?

Now, he was above them all.

She sat in the distance, wedged between a mother with a toddler clinging to her thighs and a weary salaryman fighting to keep his eyes open. Her violin case rested on her lap, cradled against her chest as though it were something precious, something alive.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, careful not to let his gaze linger too long. If she caught him staring, she’d realize far too soon that she had an observer - and that wouldn’t do. Not that he had any plans of revealing himself.

Fortunately, he was practiced in the art of pursuit. Years of experience had honed his craft, though his targets were typically for a very different purpose.

The train jolted forward, and he swayed slightly, using the motion to adjust his stance, keeping her just within his peripheral vision. She was so unassuming, so small in this world of hurried professionals and exhausted parents. Yet, there was something magnetic about her.

Her oversized coat hung awkwardly off her frame, the patched hemlines almost brushing her knees. It was too large, almost comical, but she wore it without a hint of self-consciousness. Perhaps she didn’t care how it looked, or perhaps she was simply used to making do. The thought both irritated and fascinated him.

He shifted his grip on his suitcase, the leather pressing against his calluses. Would she even be worth it? She wasn’t like the others he had approached. There was a quiet resolve in her, something different. She didn’t wear her desperation as plainly as the others, yet he knew it was there - lurking beneath the surface.

Wasn’t it always?

His lips twitched into the faintest smirk. Everyone had their breaking point. The game just revealed it sooner.

She glanced up briefly, her eyes scanning the train, and his heart seized for a moment. Had she noticed him? No - her gaze swept right past him, uninterested and unseeing. He let out a slow, controlled breath, reminding himself that he was a master at this. Years of practice had taught him how to melt into the background, to become just another face in the crowd.

But watching her, he felt something unusual - a spark of impatience. Normally, he could bide his time, savoring the slow unraveling of his prey’s composure. But with her, the anticipation was different. Her every movement - so small, so deliberate - pulled at something in him, though he couldn’t quite name what.

The train rattled through another stop, and a few passengers shuffled off. She remained in her seat, her hands absently brushing over the scratched surface of her violin case. Did she know how fragile she looked in that moment? The way her fingers lingered on the case, as though drawing strength from it, made his chest tighten in a way that annoyed him.

Perhaps that was it - the illusion of fragility. People like her always looked so easy to break, so willing to bend under pressure. But they never went quietly. No, they always had a streak of stubbornness, a refusal to yield that made the process all the more satisfying.

He swallowed, his mind flickering between possibilities. If he approached her now, how would she react? Would she freeze, caught off guard by someone acknowledging her for any other reason besides her violin? Or would she look at him with suspicion, sensing something amiss?

The train slowed, and the voice over the intercom announced the next station. His pulse quickened. She adjusted her grip on her case, her body shifting as she got ready to stand.

He waited until the distance between them widened before stepping off the train. The crowd of passengers spilling onto the platform was his cover, their hurried steps and muted chatter blending him seamlessly into the flow of bodies. Not that she would suspect anyone was following her. Who would?

Once outside the station, she weaved her way past the gleaming high-rises and into narrower, dimly lit streets. The transition was stark - the polished facade of the city gave way to crumbling walls, cracked sidewalks, and flickering streetlights. It made sense for her to live in this part of town. He never imagined she could afford anything more secure.

She paused in front of a small brick building, its exterior worn and unremarkable, much like her. He hung back, watching as she disappeared through the front doors. His pulse steadied, and he exhaled slowly. Following her inside would be foolish - far too risky. A smaller building like this meant she likely knew her neighbors, and a stranger’s presence wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Still, his lips curved into a faint smile. The journey might have ended here, but now he knew where she lived. A detail worth savoring.

Just as he turned to retrace his steps to the station, a light flickered on in one of the windows. His head snapped up, and his gaze locked onto it. A shadow moved against the thin curtain, a familiar silhouette. Her slight frame was unmistakable, and so was that oversized Breton cap perched awkwardly on her head.

Yes, it was her.

For a moment, he stood frozen, watching her shadow shift. She set something down - likely the violin case she had cradled so protectively on the train. He could almost picture her now, brushing the dust off her coat, pulling her hair free from under the cap, perhaps exhaling with relief to finally be home.

His grip on his suitcase tightened.

“I should leave now,” he thought. Lingering too long would be reckless, but something about that glowing window and her faint outline held him captive. It was a glimpse into her world - simple, predictable, fragile. A world so easy to disrupt.

Finally, he turned away, but his steps were slow, reluctant. He had what he came for, but the thought of her shadow, the dim light framing her every movement, stayed with him.

Time to say Goodbye.

[miaoua3]

(pairing: jun x f!reader)

fuck studying, here comes some dry humping and making out with jun cuz i need that man like i need oxygen

you weren’t sure how you two got to this point but you certainly aren’t complaining. what was supposed to be a relaxing movie night soon turned out to be a hasty and hungry make out session with jun.

no less than 20 minutes after starting the movie had jun lightly kissed your forehead affectionately. he was just sitting there on his couch, with one arm wrapped around your shoulders and with the other across your legs that were resting on his lap.

he started out slow and innocently enough, landing a sweet kiss to your forehead. then a sweet kiss to your temple. and then an intimate kiss to your cheek. and then not so sweet to your jaw.

you leaned your head back to look at him, forgetting entirely about the movie playing on the screen. jun looked right back at you, eyes kind of hazy and lustfull. the eye contact went for a few seconds.

and then he was kissing you.

the kissing started out slow and intimate, his lips sucking on your bottom lip lightly.

but then he used his hand to angle your head better, his tongue invading your mouth fully.

next thing you know, jun is using his hold on your thighs to manoeuvre you onto his lap, pulling you against him. his hands had mind of their own, going from caressing your back to squeezing your ass harshly, making you gasp and moan in his mouth.

he couldn’t stop groaning, the hold you had on his hair making him go crazy, forgetting everything about what it is like to have shame.

as he was repeatedly grabbing your ass, you started unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hands, which jun appreciated very much so, groaning and moaning every time your clothed pussy rubbed across his hard on.

the tv is now just a distant sound in the background, your mind only focusing on rolling your hips and jun’s hand on your ass, squeezing and releasing it periodically.

jun doesn’t let you be the only one putting in the effort, rolling his own hips upwards, wishing that the layers between you two would disappear but also kind of enjoying the torture.

your hands grab onto his cheeks, nails lightly scratching his flawless skin as you gasp, feeling your end near. realising this, you just start rolling your hips faster, throwing head back as you moan loudly.

jun himself isn’t too far behind, using his hold on your ass to set the rhythm that he wants, gasping as he feel himself right on the brink of cumming.

jun only has time to gasp “i’m cumming” against your mouth before he feel himself finish, creaming his pants while his head is thrown back, pretty moans leaving his mouth.

you yourself cry out as the orgasm hits you like a strong wave, jun’s hold on your the only thing keeping you from falling backwards. seeing that you’re overcome with your pleasure and that you could hurt yourself if you lean too far back, jun just pulls you into himself, hugging you closely as he nuzzles into your neck.

you breathe heavily against his ear, completely spent and relaxed from this little escapade. after a minute or so, you pull back to look at jun.

his big brown eyes greet you, looking at you as if you were all the stars and the planets in his universe. completely speechless that you are really his, jun just pulls you into a kiss.

he continues kissing you, now fully intending for it to stay innocent and romantic. pushing the thought about how uncomfortable his wer pants feel, jun fully focuses on the taste of your sweet lips.

after a minute or so, he lets your lips part ways naturally, his chocolate eyes greeting you yet again. pushing hair put of your face, he continues looking at you adoringly, affection and love pouring out of his eyes.

you yourself not being able to hold your affection back just lean back in, kissing him again like it’s your first time ever.

because kissing jun always feels like that-new, exciting and full of love.

[radioactiverats]

thoughts on seekers locking landing gears and spiraling in the sky as a gesture of trust, similar to how eagles do that courtship spiral :3c or even just twirling in the air together a little too close. yes its probably really dangerous, but nothing beats being in total sync in the air

OH >:3c Absolutely in love with this. THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE. I'm gnawing on this from various angles. Firstly thinking about this being a seeker-specific aspect of Conjunx Ritus (mutual Act of Devotion??) and it would honestly be so beautiful :,)

My mind jumped to this,, (angst warn)

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In early stages of the war, when the exhilaration of following Megatron had worn off and bots were starting to realise their sparks weren't worth his doomed-to-fail commands (not enough experience yet..). When he was mostly relying on fear to keep his troops in order before he'd gained their full loyalty, there had been an Incident. You remember it like it was yesterday, because Starscream had looked ashen when he came back that night, and you'd never, ever seen that expression on his faceplate before.

You sit up, shuffling over to make room on the berth as Starscream plunks himself heavily down. After a few cycles of increasingly uneasy silence, he finally manages to speak.

"Two seekers have offlined."

His iron grip on the edge of the berth tell you the circumstances of their deaths were not straightforward.

"What do you know of Conjunx Ritus?"

You actually take a nanoklik to think about it, which Starscream appreciates given the solemnity of the situation.

"I know there's four acts?" You finally say, suddenly embarrassed about your naivety. To be fair, you'd never really had a chance to consider the possibility. Thankfully, Starscream just nods briefly.

"Correct. The fourth and final stage is called an Act of Devotion. Back on Vos, we seekers had a different way of performing it."

Starscream takes a klik to collect himself. You can't help but wonder if he has a Conjunx. If he does, he's certainly never talked about them.

"It's called a Death Spiral," Starscream finally says, voice horse. "Two seekers soar to the very fringes of the atmosphere and there, before the eyes of the universe itself, lock their servos and their landing gears before free falling back to planetside."

Beside him, you're enthralled to learn about this aspect of your own culture that you'd never had a chance to become familiar with. At the same time, you're picking up on a strange emotion that clogs his vocaliser and the faraway look in his optics, so you remain quiet as he resets his vocaliser.

"At the very last second," Starscream continues softly, "the two seekers pull up immediately before making contact with the ground."

It sounds incredibly dangerous, but you're enraptured by the idea. You know this because Starscream has made you practice something similar in the past, and there were a few times you genuinely thought you wouldn't make it through training in one piece even with landing gears. It undoubtedly took a lot of skill to harness the winds without the aid of thrusters, and even more courage and trust. You supposed that was where the love came in.

"It's... exquisite." Starscream offlines his optics, shakes his helm before turning to look at you, a ragged sort of pain spiking jaggedly through his EM field.

"I can imagine," You murmur quietly. It sounded like he was telling a story, back then. One from experience.

"Earlier today, two seekers engaged in a Death Spiral. But they didn't pull up." Starscream ex-vents raggedly, tilting his helm up to stare at the ceiling. "It was a pact."

For a klik you just sit there, frozen in silent horror. When he speaks again, it's through gritted denta. "Megatron has now enforced a ban against Conjunx Ritus between seekers."

You had a few guesses as to why. Seekers' valuable frame types to the Decepticon cause meant that Megatron couldn't afford to lose them. However, as increasing numbers of troops grew discontent with his leadership, Megatron as usual had decided to silence them through cruelty. It seemed that today's incident had been the last straw.

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Outside the context of courtship rituals though, I see twirling together as a show of trust that anyone can do, from sires/carriers/sparklings to amica endura, cos flying and the skies are so deeply entwined with the seeker identity. Imagine just flying with your bro and the exhilaration of doing a complicated spin together, so close you can feel the heat of each other's engines on your plates before zooming apart again, the sound of your laughter carried on the winds. Must be so good to be in sync like that fr.

That being said, I think Starscream's determined to make sure cadet never feels alone in the skies, which is meant to be your home. Maybe in better times, I can see him joining cadet for training - the moves are a breeze for him, but it warms his spark to see you so happy while in the air. Not sure they get the luxury of the Autobots' "wanna go for a drive?", especially since his interactions with you must be under the guise of training - so Megatron won't see you as a target. Still, one must imagine Starscream happy.

Thank you for the lovely ask!!!!!!! Another yap... but in the process I have learned so much about eagles... I will put some sofas in my inbox so asks are received comfortably

[that-one-anxious-mango]

milestones.

summary: during picture taking of the twins cutesy monthly birthday milestone photo shoot. terry unexpectedly takes this opportunity to remind you of a not so cutesy milestone in your relationship.

paring: terry richmond x black reader (Dallas)

content: fluff, mentions and allusions to body fluids, crude humor, allusion to nsfw acts

a/n: welcome back to another installment of the thunder and lightning universe. hope you like it. as always feel free to like, comment, and reblog your thoughts :) and if you feel like it...send me a letter.

You absolutely loved the difference in the personalities of your twins.

In fact, for being twin girls they had both managed to have always found a way to unintentionally distinguish themselves apart from the time they both came shining from your womb on June 3rd as the pair of Gemini twins that your Gemini husband had so desperately wanted.

Each having their own unique glow about them.

Your eldest by five minutes and twenty six seconds, Tiana Michelle Richmond, was almost every bit of your husband not only in face, but in spirit and personality. The quieter and more reserved of the two, she was everything positive Terry had hoped for his girls to gain from him. Polite, mannerable, sweet, perceptive as hell at her young age, but most of all disciplined in a way that he’d seen grown men unable to reach. With a big heart and an abundance of gentle kindness for anyone she encountered, she was your “moon child”. Her glow was soft but still strong enough to illuminate and beguile all those who meet the teensy human.

On other hand your second, Edith Denver Richmond, was the fire cracker of a child that you just knew was your reckoning in life for how you treated your poor mother in your adolescence. And while she may have also stolen her Daddy’s face along with her sister, this one had been sure to rob you of your personality on her way out.                                                                                                                                       

She was hard headed, stubborn, tempered, but most of all, she possessed a smart mouth that had been known to challenge yours since the time of her sassy babbling as an infant. 

And while you were to blame for some of her more…rougher characteristics, you believed there were others she’d also inherited from you like your determination, strong will, and that famed Dubois family charm. All of which paired well with the strength, charisma, and fascination to learn she’d gotten from her father. Always outspoken and the loudest in the room at her tiny size, your sunshine girl was perfect.

Thus, creating two very different little girls, who together, kept you and your husband on your toes since the moment they arrived. 

“ C’mon, baby girl. Give Daddy a smile.” Terry cooed at the three month old twins, both laid out on the special blanket reserved for their monthly milestone pictures. Each dressed in a cute ruffled navy jumper and matching bows.

You watched as your husband, all 6 '4 and 248 pounds of him, was at the mercy of two small 13 pound babies. With one giggling and smiling in appreciation of her father’s antics, while the other just blankly stared. Clearly unamused, with a small scowl resting on her face.

“ There’s a smile. Show off them’ gums, girl. Pretty mama.” He cooed at Tiana, snapping a few pictures before turning his attention to Edith who still refused to smile.

“ C’mon now, Tiny. Please. Smile for Daddy. C’mon sugarfoot. Smile.” He reached down to grab and playfully tug at her little feet, only to result in a half a grunt and her pulling her foot from his grasp just as quick as he got it.

You laughed watching an identical frown appear on his face at the stubbornness of his daughter, “ Really Edith Denver. That’s how you gone do your pops? Hmm? The same man who slips you extra tiddy milk when your mama won’t give up the tap.” 

It was your turn to frown now, “ Uh excuse me, who do you–” 

Quickly he silenced you with a plea, “ Hold on, mama. I can only handle one attitude filled Richmond lady at a time. Now back to you, little girl.” He turned. 

Frustrated he groaned, “ Look ya’ mama is rich and ya’ daddy is good looking. Now smile, baby. Please.” 

Curiously you looked on at the frustrated giant, unsure if his phrasing of the famous line was correct, “ Poppa, I think you said it backwards.” You giggle, watching your husband’s animated movements that made your eldest squeal in glee. “ I think I’m the one who's pretty and your suppose to be rich.” 

“ Nahh.” He held up the camera in one hand, the other waving Edith's favorite stuffed lion around, “ I said it the right way, Miss two time funeral director of the year. I know you sitting on all that cash, under all dat’ ass. Business is booming.”  He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“ Terry.” You blushed, chiding his language, “ Don’t talk like that in front of them, babe.” 

“ Girl, please. How you think they got here? .” He smirked, “ Besides they’ve definitely heard worse from both of us while they were in utero. You remember the Denver trip? How this little mean gnome here got her middle name and why?”

Vivid memories of yours and Terry’s unexpected lover’s getaway to Denver, Colorado had flashed in your mind. It had been a wild couple of days of fun skiing, food tasting, and absolutely filthy sex all of which unknowingly resulted in you getting pregnant.

" You damn near flooded our hotel room, girl. Never had I ever had to pay a cleanin' fee at a hotel until I married your freaky self."

Almost immediately you went into a defense, “ Hey! Ain’t nobody tell you to do all that to me, sicko! Poor cleaning lady had to wipe it off the walls, all because you wouldn’t listen and let up. How was I supposed to know I could do that?! I barely could control my legs let alone that!” You recalled your rather...explosive reaction... to certain tricks your husband had pulled that night.

“ Aye’ I never heard the magic word. So I proceeded to do my thing, and I’m glad I did cause that’s the day I learned how to turn on that there firehose you got on you. Damn sure put out my fire that night, and I LOVED IT.” He goofed, licking his lips in an exaggerated manner and blowing you a kiss.

“ Here’s the proof.” He pointed to your two oblivious babies who babbled away, eyes darting and exploring the room, “ Aren’t they cute? Daddy’s babies.” He cooed, “ Turned y’all mama every which way but loose for three days to get y'all here. But hey. I got ya’. Even if it meant leaving a tip as big as a piece of cabbage cause y'all mama wanted to play fire woman that one night.” 

An audible gasp of horror overpowered the sound of your husband’s deep laughter at your expression, since you couldn’t believe was speaking this way in front of your angels, “ Terrance Richmond.” You groaned, half laughing as you picked up a decorative pillow, hitting your husband’s bareback with it. “ Excuse you, meathead. But don’t be acting like it was all me Mr. “ oh yeah, baby. Don’t hold back. Let me feel it. Let me feel you get wet for me.” 

“ I know what I said, woman.” He laughed, moving to poke and attempt to tickle your sides, “ But what I didn’t say was to hose me down, mama.” 

“ OH MY—Ugh!”  The two of you laughed and joked as you continued your playful assault on your husband until not one…but two tiny giggles accompanied yours and his laughter.

Looking down you were surprised to see the wide and drool riddled smile on Edith’s face as she practically burst her gut laughing along with her sister, who too found amusement in their father’s fluffy misfortune. 

Immediately Terry's eyes narrowed something silly as he reached to scoop up the giggly baby, “ So that’s it, huh Miss Denver. That’s the winning ticket to get you to smile. To watch Daddy be mistreated by Mama.” 

“ Boy, ain't nobody mistreating you. If anything you're the one out here embarrassing me, telling our children about how they were made. What’s wrong witchu’.” You laughed.

“ Boy?” His head snapped your direction, eyebrows raised in a clear signal to allow you to ‘ try that shit again’. 

His eyes danced with glimmers of the same mischief that had gotten you in this position of folding endless piles of baby garments in the first place, “ Nobody is mistreating you, sir.” You corrected yourself.

“ Better.” He acknowledged, “ But don’t worry, my love. They won’t remember this.” A hand came to rub you on your back, “ Besides, I’m proud of what we did that night in that hotel room. It was a big milestone in our relationship and unknowingly the start of something so absolutely beautiful for us.” He said, placing his daughter back next to her sister and being absolutely mesmerized by the image of your two gorgeous and healthy girls laying and kicking their chunky legs around before him.

You smiled, joining in on the admiration of what your love for one another had created. It had been a long and bumpy road to get them here, but all the baby scrunches, little yawns, and first smiles had all been worth it, just like you knew being able to raise them would be worth more than anything you could have ever imagined. 

“ It was, wasn't it, Poppa.” You sighed, moving over more so you could find your way into his lap, he welcomed you, arms receiving your body into his embrace.

“ Of course.” He pecked your neck, “ Just the same way the next set will be an even bigger milestone for us after we take that trip to Peru this summer.” 

Immediately your eyes bugged out of your head as you began trying to wiggle and shift your way out of his grasp, “ Dear, Lord. He’s lost his mind. Terrance I am not giving you another set of twins?! Are you insane?!” 

You turned your head to look at the way he was biting on his lip, head leaning to nuzzle into your neck, “ They’ll need brothers…or more sisters.” 

“ Plus I’m trying to see what that thang’ do when I give you this hot five alarm kinda love on a balcony somewhere.” He said, “ Imma’ need it on full blast and ready for duty.” 

" Oh brother." You groan, accepting the kisses and small love bites in glee from your husband and eventual father of all of your children.

[loveemagicpeace]

North node in Pisces & South Node in Virgo🦋🧜🏼‍♀️☁️

Pisces is a signs that is the most dreamy, illusional. You can expect a lot of things to be very spiritual. People can talk a lot more about mental health and things that are not seen. You will be much more committed to your world and to believing in something you believe in more.

*Sparkles ,shiny things, ocean, crystals, magical things, cakes, nostalgia, just vibing alone by the river ,listening to the music, cute things, hugs, hopeless romantic things. *

Love that is expressed in a much more selfless way. During this time, you can meet many people with whom you share a more magical path. Soulmates type of vibes. Love can become different, unconditional and sacrificial. During this time, you can sacrifice more for the people you love. Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind type of love. Messy things, white dress with crystals. Having magical days. Connecting with your inner self, meditating, getting to know your subconscious. Sunsets & Sunrise. Magical path to stars. Finding imperfections in everything and loving it. With the North Node in Pisces, we're drawn to go deeper, beyond the obvious. Finding meaning in life is essential.

Feeling fulfilled and connected to the universe is incredibly important. Searching for answers beyond what's visible or measurable is a fundamental human drive. We are learning that it is okay not to have an answer, it is okay not to understand what is going on, it is okay not to know exactly where we are going. Just going with the flow - the fool (tarot card) journey. Things don't have to be logical or make any sense. Just you knowing and believing that this things exist it is enough. Believe in magic.

South node in Virgo

Forgetting what hard work feels like forgetting everything, not being perfect. Change the routine you have had so far and follow your body more closely. Give up the work you've been doing so far and take a new, better path. Wear something you feel comfortable in and don't wear something just to please others or to look good. Eat healthier foods. It will help you release the need to micromanage and over-analyze. This opens space for creativity and emotional connection. And there's no rush! Doing things more slowly.

In Virgo, the South Node's focus will be to clear up the path so we can actually make progress and navigate effectively. It could also mean exploring different approaches to diet and exercise. Instead, it encourages us to find ways of adjusting our lifestyle that feel natural and sustainable for our unique needs. We're likely to see shifts in how we run our lives and operate on a day-to-day basis.

The South Node in Virgo is an invitation to release the excessive need for control, perfectionism, and rigid planning, while still appreciating the value of order, organization, and effort. This combination of energies reflects a general inclination towards overthinking, overanalyzing, and overworrying. Ultimately, this transit teaches us to let go of impossible ideals and expectations, accept our humanness, and acknowledge the beauty in imperfection.

If u have nodes reversed

The nodes in reverse transit challenge you to revisit the lessons of your North Node (Virgo) while simultaneously confronting the patterns of your South Node (Pisces). Virgo north node in chart-Your soul's growth path is about practicality, organization, discernment, and service. You're here to refine your boundaries and embrace the material world, focusing on creating tangible results.

South Node in Pisces: Your comfort zone involves spirituality, imagination, escapism, and an emotional connection to the collective. In past lives (or earlier in this life), you may have avoided practical concerns or become too absorbed in dreams and emotions.

You might feel drawn to spiritual practices, artistic expression, or moments of surrender. This is an opportunity to reconnect with your intuitive side and integrate it into your life without losing your grounded focus. Your Virgo North Node lessons may temporarily take a backseat as you're asked to reflect on whether your pursuit of order and practicality is serving your highest good—or if it's become rigid or overbearing. Themes of sacrifice, forgiveness, and emotional boundaries may come up. Be cautious of falling back into self-sacrificing patterns (South Node in Pisces) but remain open to deep emotional connection. This is an ideal time to deepen meditation, explore creative outlets (like poetry, music, or painting), or connect with mystical experiences.

The nodes in reverse transit challenge you to revisit the lessons of your North Node (Virgo) while simultaneously confronting the patterns of your South Node (Pisces). Virgo north node in chart-Your soul's growth path is about practicality, organization, discernment, and service. You're here to refine your boundaries and embrace the material world, focusing on creating tangible results.

South Node in Pisces: Your comfort zone involves spirituality, imagination, escapism, and an emotional connection to the collective. In past lives (or earlier in this life), you may have avoided practical concerns or become too absorbed in dreams and emotions.

You might feel drawn to spiritual practices, artistic expression, or moments of surrender. This is an opportunity to reconnect with your intuitive side and integrate it into your life without losing your grounded focus. Your Virgo North Node lessons may temporarily take a backseat as you're asked to reflect on whether your pursuit of order and practicality is serving your highest good—or if it's become rigid or overbearing. Themes of sacrifice, forgiveness, and emotional boundaries may come up. Be cautious of falling back into self-sacrificing patterns (South Node in Pisces) but remain open to deep emotional connection. This is an ideal time to deepen meditation, explore creative outlets (like poetry, music, or painting), or connect with mystical experiences.

For Rising Signs

Aries Rising: The North Node in Pisces will activate your 12th house, urging you to embrace spiritual growth, solitude, and deep introspection. It's a time to let go of control and trust the unseen forces of the universe. The South Node in Virgo in your 6th house will challenge you to release perfectionism in your daily routines and work habits while balancing your need for practical organization with intuitive flow.

Taurus Rising: The North Node in Pisces highlights your 11th house, focusing on spiritual connections, dreams, and your role in the collective. You may feel drawn to compassionate friendships and humanitarian efforts. The South Node in Virgo in your 5th house asks you to release overcritical tendencies in your creative expression or love life and to embrace joy without judgment.

Gemini Rising: The North Node in Pisces will activate your 10th house, asking you to align your career with your higher purpose and to trust your intuition in professional matters. The South Node in Virgo in your 4th house invites you to let go of the need for control in family dynamics or home life and to create a balance between work and emotional grounding.

Cancer Rising: With the North Node in Pisces in your 9th house, you're encouraged to explore spiritual teachings, higher learning, and the bigger picture of life. Let your intuition guide you toward personal growth. The South Node in Virgo in your 3rd house asks you to release overthinking and excessive focus on small details in communication and daily interactions.

Leo Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 8th house brings transformation, deep emotional healing, and a focus on spiritual intimacy. You're encouraged to surrender to the mysteries of life and trust in rebirth. The South Node in Virgo in your 2nd house challenges you to let go of material security or overly analytical approaches to finances, focusing instead on emotional and spiritual wealth.

Virgo Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 7th house shifts your focus toward spiritual partnerships and relationships based on compassion and unconditional love. It's a time to open your heart and trust in deeper connections. The South Node in Virgo in your ist house asks you to release self-critical tendencies and embrace a more intuitive approach to your identity.

Libra Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 6th house brings attention to holistic healing, spiritual practices, and service to others. You're invited to align your daily routines with emotional and spiritual well-being. The South Node in Virgo in your 12th house urges you to release guilt, overthinking, and tendencies to self-sacrifice behind the scenes.

Scorpio Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 5th house encourages you to explore creativity, romance, and joy with a spiritual or imaginative touch. It's time to embrace vulnerability in self-expression. The South Node in Virgo in your 11th house challenges you to release overly critical judgments of your social circle and to embrace a more compassionate view of friendships and group dynamics.

Sagittarius Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 4th house highlights emotional healing, spiritual connection to your roots, and finding peace in your private life. It's a time to create a sanctuary for your soul. The South Node in Virgo in your 10th house asks you to let go of perfectionism in your career or public image and to prioritize inner fulfillment over external validation.

Capricorn Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 3rd house inspires intuitive communication, spiritual learning, and imaginative thinking. Trust your instincts in how you share ideas. The South Node in Virgo in your 9th house challenges you to release rigid belief systems or overanalyzing philosophical concepts, encouraging a more fluid approach to personal growth

Aquarius Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 2nd house invites you to align your values with compassion, spirituality, and emotional richness. It's a time to trust your intuition in financial matters. The South Node in Virgo in your 8th house encourages you to let go of obsessive control over shared resources or deep emotional entanglements and to embrace trust and flow.

Pisces Rising: The North Node in Pisces in your 1st house calls you to embrace your spiritual identity, intuitive gifts, and compassionate leadership. It's a time of self-discovery and authenticity. The South Node in Virgo in your 7th house asks you to release overcritical tendencies in relationships and to allow partnerships to flow with grace and understanding.

-Rebekah🦋☁️🧜🏼‍♀️

[plaidos]

also idk how to tell you this but a lot of trans women have flat chests & broad shoulders & thin hips & square jaws. i have broad shoulders and thin hips and a square ish jaw. i don’t appreciate being told that that is inherently “genderfucky” or i look like i haven’t transitioned? like what do you think estrogen shaves off your shoulders or stretches out your hipbones? be for real.

also tbh Shep has an ambiguous enough body type that people also argue they’re supposed to be transmasc? i kind of think that Shep was probably intentionally designed to just be kind of neutrally non-binary specifically as a point to like undermine questions like “but what are they really/what were they before” like to just present a non-binary character just as non-binary. and again, we could have conversations about how we arguably lose the only transfeminine specific representation in the show to that endeavour but……. it’s not like there are any nonbinary characters cafab in Steven Universe either? all of the other non-binary characters are like space alien magic? idk it feels like kind of a strange and bad faith criticism

[hihigherdi]

When I was at the Al Brooks talk, I kept thinking about how much I loved writing when I was younger, when I first got here to San Francisco. I have so many stories from the different retail places I’ve worked – Nordstrom, Microsoft, where I am now - where I climbed and then fell off the corporate ladders year after year while going to therapy to deal with all of the personal stuff that the jobs surfaced

I might drop a few entries here of that old writing stuff as I think about what could be new.

Love is the Elixir

He came well recommended though he lived in the country. My friends and I share a prejudice regarding rural America, we’re too cynical to appreciate its undiscovered charms. Sure, we like the ponies and the idea of antiquing but when you haul that stuff back to the house? All you really have is an old busted up bench that’s really uncomfortable. Where I’m from, everybody knows that the best part of small towns is the hope that you’ll come across a rogue A&W so you can drink the perfect root beer float. As with most small towns, the road turned into more roads and suddenly, I was there.

You’d think a therapist’s office in the country would at least have some kind of white picket fence. Maybe one of those Desidrata welcome mats or a winsome little sign on a wooden door that said “We’re just two chickens clucking around”.

I’m nervous even writing this.

But instead I was greeted by a pasture filled with Longhorn cattle, the kind that seems to only live in Texas or a Chuck Norris film. You know – America. But seriously, Longhorn cattle? In my therapeutic experience? That was unexpected. I parked my little city slicker car so terribly out of place, wandered up to the fence and eye-balled a big male. It was a “he” based on the size of its…hooves. It lumbered over and eye-balled me right back.

Hello cow.

I knew he probably deserved a more majestic greeting but my whispered hi there was further indictment of why I was there in the first place (I had no opening lines with males of any kind).

I tentatively opened up the little country door to the little country house. A deafening wave of classical music coming from upstairs hit me square in the face from a room somewhere upstairs. It was the music that someone who had to sit on the other side of other peoples’ crazy needs to absorb between appointments. I felt guilty that we put him through it.

I waited in the obligatory little room where people like me wait. Leather-bound books and a cozy chair that felt like it had been born there. And a poster that simply read “Love is the Elixir of the Universe.” While I sunk into the chair and silently panicked, a little Corgi waddled her way inside. I stroked her back, admired her little belly and told her so. Feeling my heart slow just a little. Would I still have need of a therapist had I invested in a dog two years ago? What about a cat? A bird would have sent me there years earlier, I knew that much.

The music stopped. A disembodied voice cut through the silence and called for me without using my name. One part Indian, one part British all the rest of it weary. I’d been rejected by enough men to know he didn’t want me there which was fine, fuck you Mr.Tired Voice, I didn’t exactly want to be there either.

He was an old man. Surprisingly little. Glasses. Bare feet. God. Bare feet, come on.

He sat in his chair. I sat in the couch. He didn’t look at me, didn’t say hello. Just started writing on a note pad. We sat there for a good minute or two in total silence. If someone could have harnessed my nervous energy a few more polar bears would be alive today. Did you read the Wall Street Journal article suggesting that nervous energy is extremely productive? It can create things like biodegradable fuel that people outside of Berkeley actually care about and save animals that are extinct. Maybe you’re reading this, you’re smart enough to make that happen and you just haven’t because you’re nervous but you’re lazy. Do you feel badly now that you know you could have done something for the bears? If not you should, you really should.

Why are you here.

I’m here to let go of a relationship I never really had that may have wrecked me.

So you’re crazy then.

(Go to hell you elitist, classical music-listening, cotton shirt-wearing, creepy barefoot longhorn cattle-owning clearly height compensating narcissist.)

Well it feels that way sometimes. But I don’t want to be.

What happens if you really are wrecked.

At least I’ll know. That has to be good. It’s the not knowing that’s hard.

But don’t you already know?

(Jesus asked, Do you really want to get well?)

I suppose I do. I guess I want to be something more than wrecked from someone who should have never wrecked me in the first place.

Will you tell the truth?

Yes. (too quick)

…I don’t think I know how.

So you’re a liar.

(He SEES. Get out. Make him like you. But he won’t. He sees you.)

I don’t have much to lose so I guess I will. It’s weird how long it took to get here, how tightly one can cling to something that doesn’t even exist, that’s all in my head but false hope seems to be postponed grief. So yes, I’ll be honest. Maybe it’s easy to be honest when one is at the bottom of things.

Is that it?

Is what it?

Silence.

What are you afraid of most?

That I’ll charm you and you won’t be able to see me and I will leave with the relief of knowing that I’ve fooled you like I’ve fooled everybody else. And the despair of knowing that I did.

You know all that is up to you.

That’s what scares me the most.

It should.

I may not be ready for this. I may not be capable.

No one ever is. Isn’t that beautiful.

[sasster]

Renovations

Hey guys! Hi! [doc]

—

Were he a notch higher on the go big or go home scale, and if the universe would have allowed for it, Persep might have blown his dreadful apartment building and all of the poor bastards it housed off of the face of Alternia.

They’d probably have thanked him for that too, but something about the smothering desperation that the place was steeped in made it difficult to actually want to do away with. It would have been enjoyable, even, if he weren’t just as miserable as the rest of them.

Instead of putting them all out of their misery once he’d had enough of the place, he instead decided to go out and set some much neglected plans in motion.

Finding a hive in his preferred setting, a heavily forested area as far away from civilization as to not be an inconvenient trek back as he could get, was the easy part. Apart from city-dwellers, trolls tended to want their territories a decent distance  from other trolls. As far they could get them, really. And after a handful of perigees as a city-dweller himself, he would have found a way to put his new hive on the green moon if it meant never seeing another unwanted soul in his space again.

That would have made the next phase of his plan way too difficult though and he always prided himself on his ability to remain practical.

Persep had hoped that the hive he found would be an abandoned one, considering that his change in status from ghost to reaper meant that killing anyone was a new and frustrating impossibility, but scaring the former owner away was easy enough. He was young and, by his own admission once Persep’d bared his fangs, didn’t want any problems.

The hardest part was getting the structure up to the standards of his old hive, the beautiful and towering omen that it was before that party of ingrates reduced it to ash. It was a marvelous place of stone and nightmares. Edgy by anyone else's standards. This new one was much smaller by comparison, hidden amongst the cover of the treeline instead of standing dauntingly above it. The mid-blood he menaced out of it had neither the funds nor ambition that he’d had when it was time to construct.

There’d be no room for a gruesome collection of lifesized 1:1 ration puppets or a maze of halls within to stalk and disorient his guests. Not even any space for a vivisection table without disrupting the delicate balance of the hive's two bedrooms and living room.

Much of the hive was decorated to his tastes, at least. His collections of old artifacts weren’t what they used to be, but he made do, and of course the look wouldn’t be complete without the porcelain dolls he loved so much that made direct eye contact with the observer from whatever angle they approached from. Those soulless glass eyes painted the rooms and halls a shade of dread that cured his heart of the homesickness plaguing it since his return.

The renovations were not fully complete until he finished the second bedroom, though: soft pastel walls peppered with floating shelves full of books that staggered along a wall to a window he’d made certain to force and break the lock on. His plan required that his guest be comfortable after all, but in no position to make daring escapes.

Persep admired the circular bed and its canopy that rested near the window, delighted with the fruits of his labor. A bedroom that came to him in a dream, now complete and waiting for its occupant to come and make use of the vanity, dresser, and table he’d painstakingly arranged from memory.

A thank you would be appreciated, he thought, once his guest arrived.

Thumbing the glassy rock in his pocket, he smiled to himself, satisfied that he’d taken all of the necessary steps to see a deal fulfilled at long last.

And so he left his new home, stopping once he was outside to take in the exterior of all his hard work, then headed off toward the House of Restoration with an uncharacteristic pep in his step.

—

One of the better results of having a vagabond soul meant that traveling by the cover of Alternia’s blistering sun was of little consequence to him. As much as he enjoyed creeping in the shadows and flirting around the fringes of the consciousness of the layman, he didn’t fancy the idea of moving about in conditions that provided for that irritating Roatus kid to be up and about, making things much more difficult than they had to be. He liked the idea of Arkiro being fast asleep or otherwise occupied with whatever the daylife had to offer him.

Persep arrived at the church steps as the sun was approaching its apex, painting the landscape in its eye-searing rays. Just as he was going to learn how good the building’s sun-proofing systems were, the ornate handle on the front door turned and it was pushed slightly ajar from the inside. Someone carefully stepped out into the light, making certain not to open the door too wide as to let in too much sun, then closed it gently behind herself to mitigate any slam.

Persep felt himself grin at the familiar sight of her tail, fanned out as she closed her eyes and soaked in the warmth that the sun bathed the world in.

What luck.

He bounded forward eagerly, grin only widening in his fervor, to stand directly between Nymira and her sunbath. 

She furrowed her brows first at the sudden shade, then frowned. When she opened her eyes again horror joined the symphony of emotions clouding her features. If he had to guess, he would think she’d wandered out here in some sort of daze.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she had enough sense to focus her gaze beyond his face despite the obvious discomfort stirring within her.

He said nothing for a moment, basking in the situation for just a short while.

Nymira took the time to try and get her way back into the church, only partially getting the door open before Persep made quick work of leaning forward with a hand pressed firmly against it, letting his own weight force it shut.

“Why the rush, Dreamer? No time for an old friend?” As soon as he broke the silence, her attention snapped back to him, still focused on anything but his eyes.

Smart girl.

“Why are you here?” She questioned, no doubt fighting to keep the fear out of her voice.

“We’ve much to discuss. Business matters to attend.” 

Nymira sniffed, a small indignant sound, and crossed her arms over her chest. “I am not looking to bargain with you again.”

“No?” He practically laughed, his mirth only barely held back. “Good thing you’ve yet to fulfill your end of the last one.”

He watched her resolve waver, his statement lingering in the air between them. She furrowed her brows again, horror quickly replaced by bewilderment, and dropped her hands to silently count her fingers by tapping them against her thighs.

“I went home,” she finally said, “Our dealings are finished.”

“‘Whatever you want,’” he echoed her promise. “I have yet to receive what I want, Godling.”

She hesitated, then made to take a step back, only managing to press herself against the door. “That is not what I meant… You know that wasn’t what I meant..”

“I’ll be collecting now.”

She made herself small against the door, voice ever smaller. “No…”

“That really isn’t how this works.” He warned, leaning in to further loom in the space she left behind.

Like a wild animal, her eyes darted around from his face to the space behind him either searching for an exit or someone to call out to. Then, with no warning at all, she reared back and drove her foot directly into his shin.

The smug look left his face in that instant, he hissed some expletives under his breath without letting up from the door, so she took her chances darting down the church steps, away from him.

Persep recovered faster than she expected, letting out another string of curses before giving chase, and tangling a hand in her hair to pull her back just as she cleared the bottom step. “I see you weren’t raised to play nice.” He gritted, fighting to get the fidgety goddess under control. “Will we be doing this the easy way?”

Nymira, stubborn as she can be, kicked back as hard as she could, striking him in the same leg as her first assault. When his grip loosened up, she made another run for it.

 “Shame on me for being polite.” He bemoaned, making quick work of running after her as she put distance between them and her only solace. Disoriented by fear though, she did not get very far before he was able to get his nails into her shoulder and turn her back to face him with such force she had no choice but to stop. 

The purple light emanating from his eyes spilled a ross her face and poisoned her features as they finally made eye contact. “The hard way it is.”

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Even without the sweeping notes of the other's spark, Tarn could tell how much Starscream yearned for another life, for a justifiable reason to escape from his circumstances. However, the mech before him now was more noble than the self-serving Seeker of treachery Tarn knew, and his loyalty was not so easily tempted away, something the tankformer respected above all else.

Leaning forward, Tarn reached across the small table, for one of Starscream's hand to hold. "The Lord of this universe may not value your devotion to the Cause, but know that I see your worth for the Empire." He spoke earnestly, gaze open and true as he peered into the Seeker's optics. "If he ever proves himself undeserving of your fealty, there is another world where you will be accepted and appreciated for your merit. If such a time comes where you are ready to leave this universe behind, you may contact me, and I shall make according arrangements."

To avoid prolonging a potentially vulnerable moment, the tankformer sat back in his seat, and picked up his own glass of highgrade. He took his time with a small sip in case Starscream needed a few seconds to collect himself, and seemed preoccupied by the view for a while. Once he's deemed enough time has passed, he set down his glass, and picked up the bottle to refill Starscream's serving.

"You are welcome to enjoy yourself to your spark's content upon the Peaceful Tyranny. Have a good rest. Refuel plenty. If you are to return to the side of Lord Megatron, you shall do so proudly."

Starscream seemed hesitant. So many thoughts were running overdrive in his processor. From the day he'd been forged, he'd always been meant to fight. The medical skills he had picked up out of necessity, though, were intriguing and challenged him to achieve newer and much more important goals. But then there was the statement from earlier.

Would one of the others take his place as Megatron's new punching bag?

And as much as Starscream was the butt of every joke, was at the lowest point of respect from his fellow Decepticons, he couldn't imagine subjecting them to the horrors that Megatron had inflicted upon him. Cyclonus and Demolisher didn't deserve that. He was used to the cruelty. He knew how to get around the worst of what his leader could throw at him.

The seeker's servos trembled slightly, and he set the glass down to rest them on his legs in an attempt to get them to steady. "Your kindness has been nothing short of... An oasis. But I cannot accept your offer, Tarn." He spoke resolutely, but with remorse. He wanted to. Primus willing, he wanted to accept it desperately. But he couldn't.

"I would... Be very interested. Perhaps in another life I might have even gone with you. But my role in this universe is not fulfilled. Not yet." He picked up his glass and finished the last of the high grade he'd been offered. He didn't know if Tarn would ever know how much it meant to him, the offer to take him to another universe, to give him a purpose again.

[sweetbugs]

[sunray-screaming]

my heart hurts so much for nick and tara and tori in this season of heartstopper because literally no one seems to notice that they’re not doing okay

there’s just the moment at the halloween party where nick just is not interested in anything (and I think tao’s the only one who noticed) and then tara’s panic attack on charlie’s birthday (which charlie and then darcy helped her through) but there’s never any follow-up, and the ferris wheel ride doesn’t actually address anything tori’s experiencing outside of michael. no one ever, ever reaches out to them afterwards, checks up on them, understands that there is something wrong.

and for tara and nick especially I feel like that support has to come from someone outside the group, from a trusted adult, ‘cause I honestly don’t think teenagers are equipped to help them without their own emotions getting in the way (unless they help each other but that defeats the purpose!)

and I hope so much that the next season addresses all of this (I haven’t read any of the books / original content so I’m really going in the dark here) but I am so, so scared that they just. won’t.

[bugr0t]

midasduo??? in the year of our lord and saviour twenty twenty FOUR?????