#and then all the energy would be released into that

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode sixteen :: BABY DEER

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n finally takes a well deserved break, but leaves everyone with one last song for the year.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ cussing, light angst, none.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS

babygirl alex: wait

babygirl alex: so to summarise what this 3 hour zoom meeting

babygirl alex: HE’S upset because you asked a rational question and decided to push YOU away????

y/n: basically yeah

honey badger: lewis hamilton.

honey badger: lewis hamilton when i catch you

my baby lando: when i fucking catch you lewis hamilton

chal eclair: wtf is his problem

yukino: no like why

PIERRE GASLYYYY: what would push him to even think like this

girlfriend kika: one thing a man will have is the god damn audacity 😒

angel carmen: amen

princess george: exactly

chili!: genuinely what was the reason

papaya baby #2: y/n are you okay?

y/n: no

y/n: that actually fucking hurt me

babygirl alex: my poor baby 💔☹️

my baby lando: it’s on sight when i see him istg.

angel carmen: do you want us to come over? alex and i are close by

y/n: no, it’s okay, thank you tho

y/n: i’m meeting up with seb later, gonna talk to him

y/n: i’m busy for the rest of the week, i have grammy rehearsals so i’ll be in the US

albono: yeah, it’s probably best if you stay out of monaco for a bit

chili!: ^^^

chal eclair: yeah, but we’re always here when you need us

y/n: i know, and i love you guys

y/n

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y/n what a year. can’t say it was amazing, nor can i say that it was awful. it was a learning experience to be fully honest. major lows and phenomenal highs, different places, different people, so much seen and heard. this year genuinely re-wired my brain. and to end it with six grammys, i couldn’t be more thankful 💕 i’ve said this so many times, and i mean it more and more each time, thank you —truly, humbly, and from the depths of my heart. for everything. for the love, the support, the messages, the energy, for every time you showed up, for everything you did and every word you said 🫀🫂 i’m so grateful to have all of you by my side, to know that all of you will always have my back 💌 i’m sending you nothing but love and light, and i’m wishing you growth and warmth as we enter this next year. i love you. always. forever. ♾️🤍 very deerly 🦌

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y/n and y/l/nestate

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y/l/nestate and for her last trick, y/n secretly worked on a new song over grammy weekend. just one last song for the last month of the year. the newest single “baby deer” comes out at 12:00 am EST, december 1st. set your alarms 🤍🦌🪽. have a well deserved break our deerest y/n <3

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username and the crowd… the crowd burst into tears???

username you ain’t had to release this one brochacho 💔

username “SHE’S HAPPY! SHE’S NOT HEARTBROKEN AGAIN!” i scream as they drag me back to the padded room 😞

username ho did you just stab me

username “but i adore than man, like nobody can, he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again” hey so like, stand up maybe????

username me when i play the song of fucking pure heartbreak

username DIVA DOWN!!!!!! I REPEAT. DIVA DOWN!!!!!!!

username name dropping seb is crazy btw

alexandrasaintmleux 🫂🤍🫂🤍🫂🤍

username WHY ARE WE BACK TO SAD SONGS AGAIN

username hey so how about we not do this 😀

username i just started crying i dont even know why 😭😭

username wait sO WHO IS THIS ABOUT?????

→ username HAS to be lewis. HAAAAS TO BE.

→ username it’s abt m4x i fear

→ username there’s no way she’s still singing about max

→ username deadass this could be about any of the dilfs lowkey

username WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ME TO ME 💔💔💔

username where does she keep finding these villains oh my god

username may this kind of situationship never find me

charles_leclerc 🦌🦌🦌❤️❤️❤️

username shaking ass to c,s&a then this comes on shuffle 😞

username 💔💔💔💔💔💔WHY💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

sebastianvettel 💐💐💐

→ username wHAT DO YOU KNOW

→ username TALK HOE

username guys i think we know who the perpetrator is ☹️

→ username right. bc who else has bambi eyes

→ username i’m gonna have to turn a blind eye bc i ship them hard

username she said i watch “my” baby deer. dear god why. 🫩

username NAME DROPPING SEBASTIAN?? wtf does he know

username i’m glad she’s on break bc this is getting out of hand

→ username i’m gonna hold ur hand when i say this.. it’s time to stop dating for a while 🫱🏽‍���🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼

→ y/n you’re probably right

→ username OH?

→ username UHMMMMMMM.

mercedesamgf1 and y/l/nestate

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marcedesamgf1 Y/n Y/l/n has decided not to renew her contract as the ambassador for the Mercedes AMG Formula One team for the 2025 season. More on our website.

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Howdy! Can I request rut/heat scenario for Hobo with an S/O who is willing to help in any way possible? NSFW or SFW, whichever the muse leans into

I got so excited to write this request <3 I did a mix of SFW and NSFW since Hobo tends to have more behavioral changes overall. I did go with headcanons though so I could ramble about it more, I hope that's okay and that you enjoy :)

You're the first partner Hobo has ever had and gotten this close to, to the point that you'd be willing to help him through his heat. Of course, he did give you the rundown about what his heat would be like months in advance, and when you eagerly agree that you'll help him however he can, he gets so flustered but also so eager and excited as well, because he finally won't have to deal with his heat alone. Once the seasons start changing and he can sense his heat is starting to come on, he does check with you like an additional 100 times to make sure you're still interested, and when you reassure him that you are, his clinginess begins to skyrocket once his symptoms start hitting him.

I've said a lot before that Hobo gets VERY aggressive during and before his heat. It's jarring sometimes, seeing the sweetest, quietest member of the mansion suddenly turn into an aggressive and possessive person. He clings to you at all hours of the day the weeks before his heat, constantly having a wing around you, glaring at anyone that gets too close, caring for you and making sure you have everything you need, making sure he's keeping his mate happy and safe. I've also said before if someone tries to get too close to you or does something to upset you while Hobo is in this stage, he WILL beat the shit out of someone for you because his brain is telling him that he has to protect and defend his mate (which he always feels extremely sorry about after the heat is over). Normally shy about PDA, once he starts getting closer to his heat, days away, you have to drag him into privacy all the time because he can't contain himself. Smothering your mouth with his kisses, trailing them down your neck, his hands wandering around your body, hands slipping below your clothes. It doesn't matter if you're at the mansion dinner table, in a meeting, or just hanging out with others, he can't stop getting touchy with you, and you have to be the one with self-control to take him to his room so he doesn't try and strip you during dinner. Your scent just drives him crazy, and once it's the day before his heat officially starts, you physically can't get him off of you because his mind and body are so clingy and possessive over you.

Once he's actually in the heat, when you so eagerly decide to help him however you can, you're not getting away from him now. He's on top of you the whole time, biting and sucking and licking every inch of your skin, his hands constantly wandering and caressing and groping, doing their best to map out your body, doing their best to bring you pleasure as fast as possible. He keeps his wings fanned out over the two of you, sheltering you, keeping you safe while he satisfies the two of you. Normally, Hobo tends to be quite submissive in the bedroom, but once his heat hits he wants to be the one in control, controlling the pace and what's happening. Of course, he puts your needs first, as his brain drives him to satisfy his mate, to keep you happy and pleased so you'll stay with him, so you'll keep helping him, so he adapts immediately to even the smallest changes in your mood and energy during this time, and it gets to the point that he makes you have way more orgasms than he does. When he's not fucking you into his mattress so roughly you can't breathe, he's clinging to you, covering you in bitemarks, happily chirping, and doing his best to care for you and keep you content, never releasing you from his grasp, before he jumps back into relentlessly fucking you. One second you're feeding him and making him hydrate while you cuddle, the next you're on your stomach and he's losing himself to the pleasure you bring him all over again. You have to force him to take breaks to shower and eat, because otherwise if he had it his way you'd stay in his bed for the entirety of the week of his heat. The lengths you go to so you can please him and help him as much as possible drive him crazy and push him more desperately into his lust for you, so you're lucky he cares for you all the same because you won't be able to walk for several days once his heat is finally over. Covered head to toe in his love marks and more exhausted than you thought you ever could be, congratulations, you've helped your bird boy through his first heat. He'll be much clingier next year when the second one rolls around due to his brain acknowledging that you'll do whatever you can for him, and let him fuck you as much and often as he needs.

[herotome]

Devlog #181

Hi-ho, Wudge here!

I'm pretty excited to write this update. It feels like the past few(?) have been kinda downers that bum me out cuz I felt like I didn't do enough, but this past week I accomplished a lot!!!

A little preview...

ID: art of a phone. the screen displays a youtube apology video. The title of the video is "About the Smokescreen Situation," and the comments are turned off.

When I started out as a developer, I didn't really understand what would be built-in for me in ren'py, and I'd have to code in on my own.

Until this point, my playtesting process was....

play through the game from the very beginning

save the game at certain points

take a break for the day

come back another day and squint at the save files trying to determine where I left off, and what still needs doing

replay the game from the beginning again because the save files didn't contain the exact location/world state that I needed to test

...And as I made progress on writing and coding the story of Herotome, it became more taxing to playtest the game from the beginning.

It didn't hit me until very recently, many years into devving, that I could make my own devtool to jump between scenes.

I even wrote little recaps for myself per scene. :') feelsgoodman.jpeg

It took about a full day to code as test these screens, but they've worked beautifully. I'll likely still playteset Herotome from the beginning again sometime before releasing the next episode -- but I no longer have to playtest from the beginning almost every time I playtest.

For now, these screens are for my private use; but with some modifications and testing, I may make them available in the next edition of Herotome.. or in the release after that. We'll see. No promises, because jumping into the game from Scene Selection is useful for me as the developer, but it's a lotlotlotlot more likely to cause immersion-breaking bugs for a player.

And now that I have these screens, it made it soooooooooo much easier to jump to my newest story segments and to work on them - mainly to code in sprite/art positioning segments. Behold...!

I have art representing MC watching #superhero videos while jogging!

Phone and video stills art courtesy of @qkayoostudio

I worried a lot that this solo scene with MC would be boring, but having visible art has really helped it feel more engaging.

If you notice the video titles, view counts, comment section... that's all manually written and coded in by me. Having it all in code (rather than put together in a .png file) means I can alter the writing in renpy very easily without ever switching to an art program, it's an absolute treat I did for myself and I'm very happy about it.

I also uh... made these.. lol.

I've been feeling particularly unsatisfied with my sprite concept art lately, so my tactic to stop indefinitely fretting/fussing over them was to turn the sprites into shadowy stand-in blobs. I'm much more satisfied with the blobs. I no longer have to worry about their sprites' face shapes, fashion choices, body postures, or how I feel like my art isn't good enough.. because for now they're just blobs!

I'll be replacing the blobs with actual character art later, of course, NPC art is just soooo low priority that fretting over their imperfections felt like wasting time and energy.

I also did a bit of positioning for Katie... nothing new to show off from my success, but I do have a curious failure to share.

Somehow, Katie's cute little kitty sprite went to sit on the cabinet and fits there perfectly (aside from uh.. being a bit too big for a cat lol).

Going back to my Scene Selection screen - basically, I got through most of scenes 11-13! Having all the scenes numbered here in a list and immediately acccessible (in various worldstates of my choosing) is sooooo much better for me than the save file thumbnails... Idk if I've been able to explain it clearly at all, but I hope at least my excitement and relief shone through in this devlog.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[sweetascherry1]

I think we’re getting too deep Hayden Christensen Pt. I?

DESCRIPTION: The popular actor Hayden Christensen was seen with a popular super model! Paparazzi storm the two, and they both end up front page on "latest scandals". 'I think we're getting too deep, ain't no party on the weekend.'

PARING: Hayden Christensen x Super Model F!Reader

WARNINGS: Drinking, paparazzi being invading, smoking, situationship. Brief mentions of Y/N

WC: 3K something?

Hayden Christensen seen with super model on arm!

The young actor, recently starred in the movie shattered glass, was spotted leaving a mutual friend’s party last night with famous super model Y/N L/N

The two have never been seen together alone before last night, yet they seemed to be very close. Hayden has his arm wrapped around her waist, and she had no problems letting him.

Was it really all innocent, or is there more going on? Alls known is they cause quite the splash in the latest scandals. The hottest question now is, what really happened last night?

It was well known that you were a party person. Despite beliefs it wasn't for alcohol, sex, or anything like that. You loved to go out simply because you loved your closet.

You loved to do your makeup, pick out jewelry to wear, and your closet was your shrine to yourself. It was one of the many reasons you became a model, fashion. You loved to dress up, that was you.

So, it was expected of you to attend Ewan party, and you had no problems attending.

Hayden Christensen on the other hand could not be any more opposite. He loved staying home, dressing into ‘appropriate’ clothes was a chore, and he the comfort of home was too great.

Yet, Ewan was like a brother to him, and it had been a while since he had last saw him, and he would go.

He had a plan; stay for a few hours, catch up with Ewan, grab a drink, then ditch. Solid, and well thought out.

Never in a million years did he actually think he would be having fun.

“Ewan!” You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, as you ran to hug the man. “Best party yet!” Your voice was raised, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“It’s so good to see you!” He said your name, like he hadn’t seen you at the last event. The two of you became very close the last six months, and surprisingly not many people romanticized your friendship. Something you were both glad for. “I heard you may be working with a certain someone soon.” How a rumor leaked on your upcoming project with the playboy you’ll never know. However, even with the leak, it was still an anticipated release with your fans.

“If you get me started, I can’t promise I’ll shut up about it.” Your body hummed with energy. You were feeling good, it had been a hot minute since your last conversation with the man, the drink in your body made you feel loose, and the music had only heightened your mood.

“I’m really happy for you,” Ewan was the most genuine friend you probably had.

“And I’m happy for you, your career has really taken off.”

His eyes tracked to a person behind you, and you couldn’t help but follow them.

Tons of people were in the crowd, and not a single face stood out to you. Except the one person breaking through the crowd and heading straight for you and him.

“Hayden!” The two men hugged each other, before Ewan had introduced the two of you.

“Hayden, meet,” your name filtered off his tongue and to the young actor, your name was like a symphony.

You were beautiful, eye catching, to say the very least. The way your hair fell past your face, the color of your lips, how perfect your tits rested in your dress. You were jaw dropping.

“Nice to meet you, Hayden.” While your smile was a kick to the knees, your voice was a punch to his throat. His mind blanked, nothing but the sound of your voice in his head.

“Hayden?” His friend that he considered a brother asked, worry in his tone. It wasn’t surprising to Ewan that he’d get awkward in front of a pretty girl. The surprising part was him going dead silent.

“Sorry, hi I’m Hayden.” His stumbling words couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Which you already know that.” You almost missed his mumbling words.

“You played Anakin Skywalker, right?” Conversation, you were good at making that. Something he was not.

Pride washed through him. Yes, he did that, he played the Anakin Skywalker — he did a movie. "Yea, I did that.”

“I’ll leave you two to get to know one another, catch me before you two leave.” Each of you gave your byes to Ewan, and Hayden could feel his throat closing.

He was going to be alone with you, or as alone as you can get in a party.

“I really liked your movies.” You told the actor, and for a moment Hayden wanted to believe you meant it. That someone had actually liked what he helped made, but the truth was criticism was all he got from it.

“You don’t have to say that.” His voice was soft, and distance as he looked anywhere but your knowing eyes.

“I know. Saying things, you don’t have to means a lot more than one may think.” A ball got stuck inside his throat, and he couldn’t swallow it. He couldn’t swallow you. “I liked the movie; you shouldn’t let others affect your passion.” Your soft hand, with a few rings, rested on his shoulder. The intent meaning to be comforting only lit a fire inside him. And when you leaned up to kiss his cheek, you had completely set him ablaze.

“I hope to see you again; I had a nice time talking with you.” Just like that you were gone. The crowd consumed you, but even if you walked away from him — he could still remember everything about you.

The sound of your voice, the impulse in your eyes, the desire of your lips.

Hayden hated crowds, hated going to parties, but now he found it all not so bad. He recognized it to be all so exciting, he found you thrilling.

And began Hayden’s little ritual. He’d be invited out to a party, ask who was all going to be there and without fail the moment your name was mentioned he would be there.

It never how packed it was, the venue, the loudness of it all — somehow, he had always found you.

Music blared, a song you didn't even know capturing you. You danced, drink in hand, and a smile too joyful. It made the actor hesitate; you were having fun and the last thing he wanted was to interrupt it.

He hesitated for too long, and with an empty drink you deemed it time to finally get off the dance floor. But, for a moment you saw a glimpse of the man who you had met so briefly it left a lasting curiosity.

You stopped in your tracks and made the split decision to talk to Hayden, something he was forever grateful for.

It wasn't the only time and the next time you saw him he had shocked you by making his way to you. He approached you, and the shy actor you started to know washed away and a certain confidence overcame him with the familiarity of you.

Nerves always picked away at his skin, but he would never let that show - at least not in front of you.

It had started to become expected of the actor to make his way up to you. In fact, Ewan had bets with other mutual friends on how long it’d take for one of you to finally make your way to the other.

You’d be sitting at the bar, and the bar tender would offer you a kind smile while sliding a drink you didn’t order in front of yourself.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t order this.” It was common for a person to buy you a drink. However, it was uncommon for you to accept it.

“This from that man over there.” The guy said, pointing to a Hayden Christensen who sat staring at his drink. Not daring to look at you.

You gave the bartender a kind smile, taking the drink before making your way to the man that had been kind enough to buy it.

When Hayden saw you heading his way, for a moment his mind blanked, panicked. Why were you coming up to him? Did you want to talk to him? Did you actually remember him? Even through his panic however he remained seated. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t run away from you.

“Hello again.” His voice didn’t come out as shaky as he felt. In fact, you found his voice unwavering. As if he held a silent strength that made you want to listen forever.

“So, kind of you to remember me, Mr. Skywalker.” You place the drink beside his, a lip stain from your lip stick smudging the glass. “Not the best drink — I have to say.” It was as if you were challenging him. Checking him.

“Not up to your standards?” His question should have been innocent, but with the way he looked you up and down, a slight hesitancy when his gaze crossed your chest. “I’m sure it can’t be all that bad.”

He was teasing you, as if inside you weren’t making him squirm with a simple look.

Hayden wasn’t a fool when it came to girls, he didn’t have many girlfriends, but he had his fair share of experience in impressing them. So why did he keep feeling like he was twelve again looking at playboy magazines?

“Maybe my standards are higher than you think.” Your words had a cutting edge that sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his pants tightening.

He reached for the glass you put onto the bar and angled it perfectly so his mouth would cover the stain you made.

All breath from your lungs left your body, not for a moment he stopped eye contact, his throat moved with the liquid going down and all you wanted to do was bite it.

This was a hard cry from the shy guy you had known from other encounters.

Placing the glass cup back down, he couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. Your lipstick very faint on them. Everything in him tightened, his pants, his heart, everything.

“It not too bad,” he pushed himself off the stool, and made the very hasty decision to grab onto your waist. Pulling you up onto the chair he once sat, his arm caging you in.

His arms that show under his rolled-up sleeves. His arms that had veins slightly bulging, his arms that flexed a little when he noticed your dark eyes on them. Oh, you were so screwed.

“It’s very sweet, delicious.” He said words like he was already done undressing you, and you were all but waiting to be claimed, marked, fucked.

A humming fire lit inside you, deep, and it seared through you leaving nothing but agony in its wait.

“Hayden.” A low groan released from the man, his head resting onto your chest. You didn’t notice his hands tightening on the chair, stopping them from touching you. You didn’t notice his rough breathing, only the rasp in his voice as if it physically pained him to be so closed to you, but so endlessly far.

You pulled his head from your chest, and he wanted to let a whine escape him. He loved how you felt, how you smelled.

“You’re a bad idea.” You couldn’t persuade the desire to stare at his lips away. “I can’t risk bad ideas.” You were at a point in your career where one mess up and you won’t recover. “I can’t make a mistake.”

“Am I a bad idea, or a mistake.” The question baffled you.

“What’s the difference?” A mistake and a bad idea were both a slip-up.

He pushed your legs slightly apart, making himself comfortable between them. His fingers brushing your open thigh.

“A bad idea is a misstep before it’s acted on.” He was close, so close you could feel the heat of his lips hover over yours. Before it moved past them and up to your ear. “A mistake is after it’s been acted on.” His breathing was faint against the shell of your ear. “So, what am I?”

You didn’t let him move a moment further away before capturing his lips in yours. “A mistake.” You grinned against his mouth, and God he was screwed.

It had become a sacred dance between the two of you. A party on the weekend and you'd no longer needed a driver to bring you home. Hayden would personally escort you to your door. (Always falling into your bed.)

Every party, and he was there. Every event and he'd always find you waiting for him.

It was casual. Yet even in casualty you found security in his arms. His touch was gentle, tender - while his eyes were filled with longing.

Somewhere along the way you spent longer mornings together, left the parties earlier, talked longer into the night.

It was all new to you. Caring so much about a person. You never cared about another person thoughts so much. You never listen to someone words so intently, afraid of missing a word.

You had pride yourself, never letting a single person be the cause of a rethink. You knew what you needed, what was best for you, however the burn of wanting coiled inside you.

You had idea you were in so deep with him, and neither did he.

He never knew how much you valued his opinions, and you never knew the confessions he would whisper to you in your sleep.

You'd often text, talking about each other's day, your next available day and when you got the text he wasn't going to the next party - you couldn't describe what willed you to stay in also. Or what made you ask him to come over.

He did, no questions asked. The moment you open your door to see him his smile was contagious. And then you knew why.

It was because he was the person to bring joy, the person that was the quiet that you needed. You spent your life as being the 'life of the party'. Never missing a crowd, and you never knew how much you needed a moment of silence until Hayden sat the silence with you.

Was that the moment when things shifted between the two of you? Or was it when he brought dinner to your apartment after a hard day? Or maybe it was when you spent days doing nothing but being with each other?

You couldn't say the moment, but you knew and so did Hayden. Nothing about the two of you were casual. You both were too much to be any less.

It was late at night, the white silk satin covers laying over the two of you. The alarm on your bed side table clicking to 2:37 AM.

"Hayden?" Your voice was soft, a voice he engraved into his heart. "Hm?" Your hands were entwined, your fingers playfully pulling his, and his other hand tracing your shoulder as he held you in his arms.

"This is nice." Your voice remained a whisper, and he knew exactly what you meant. Nothing but the two of you, holding each other, in the comforts of one another.

Everything about this moment Hayden found so much more than nice. The smell of your shampoo, your hair carrying the scent of something delicate and captivating. The fragrance lingered all around them surrounding him until he found it impossible not to get lost in you, drawn to your entire essence.

"It is." He simply agreed, too distracted by everything you. Had he always noticed so many details? In the midst of it all, you had become the silence he craved, the kind that never needed to be filled. He wanted to say something, tell you about every thought in his mind and how they all came back to you. Yet, fear overcame courage, and yearning would be the compromise of his hesitancy.

"The world goes by so fast." The sound of your voice was tired, sleepy, but you had never felt more awake. "Sometimes I feel like it'll pass me by."

The tilt of your head gave him the perfect view of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the plump of your lips - like a sin that made time forget itself.

"Then I'll slow down my own world for a chance to be a part of yours." The words flowed naturally from his lips, and the tightness of your chest squeezed your heart in ways you didn't understand.

"You're too kind to me."

"I'm serious." The touch of his hand left yours as he rested his palm to the side of your face. "I'm not good at this but I'd still myself before ever passing you by."

He didn't rush you, he never did, and when his eyes fell back onto your lips and waited for you to answer his silent question. Everything blurred, when he started lean down. The aching need to kiss you became a burning of pure demand.

He never was harsh with you, somehow, he knew exactly what you wanted, what pace you needed, and how to make you plea for everything else.

The parties slowly started to lose its appeal to you. However, even if you've skipped out on a few of them this one you promise your attendee would be there.

A familiar beat of tune over washed you when you saw the man who had occupied your thoughts siting at the bar. Waiting.

"Hello there, Mr. Skywalker." Sliding onto the barstool beside him, Hayden couldn't control the smile that came with seeing you. "Hello, superstar."

Drinks flowed between the two of you followed by drunken giggles. The hour was becoming later and later, and he didn't stop you when you jumped off the stool, grabbing his hands and leading him.

Your feet dragged to the dance floor, a familiar song playing throughout the entire venue. You guided his hands onto your body, the weight and feel of them like a story you’ve read a thousand times yet could never find the ending.

It was intimate, and unnerving — wordless longing. Your two bodies moved closed to one another his hands lingering on your hip while his other rested in the crooked of your neck. Your own hands placing on his waist eyes closed as you breathed him in. Each step unhurried, each sway deliberate, and every glance full of trust, and a burning desire.

“I think I might need some air.” You didn’t, but you knew he did. Because even inside your own bubble the world always had a way of pressing on it. A person dancing to close, someone’s voice yelling over the music. But Hayden didn’t say anything because he would rather chop his hand off than move from you. Leave you. He didn’t even let the thought cross his mind, you just knew him too well.

“Let’s go,” his hand fell from your face and interlinked your fingers together, like it was natural for him, and it was. Just like it was natural to wrap your other hand around his arm.

Hayden inhaled the smoke into his lungs, giving him a relief he desperately craved. The moon was high, a sign of the late hour, and you didn’t notice the goosebumps spreading on your skin from the cold until the warmth of his jacket fell onto your shoulders.

He didn’t stop you from taking the cigarette from his mouth. Instead, he watched as your lips wrapped around the death stick - the end flickering with a lighted flame.

Your lipstick smudged the cigarette, a stain leaving in its trail. Hayden could feel his heart stop as you placed the newly marked stick back onto his lips.

He didn’t get the chance to toss the thing away, to pull your lips onto his mouth and kiss you desperately, to have your lipstick stain not just that but his mouth too.

Paparazzi surrounded the two of you coming from absolutely nowhere.

“Hayden! What are you doing with Y/N L/N?”

“Y/N is it true that you’re soon to be working in acting?”

“What are the two of you doing together?”

What are the two of you doing together? Could it be called casual when you were everything but? Was it friends with benefits when the two of you desperately wanted to be more? Was it fun when it felt so serious?

Questions kept being asked, and Hayden reached his hand out grabbing onto your waist, leading you away from them or attempting too.

Shots after shots were being taken off the two of you. You wearing his jacket, him dangling a cigarette in his mouth that had a clear and visible lipstick stain that matched perfectly to yours.

You knew that articles would be published of the two of you. However making your way home, neither of you cared as you fell into the bed, tangling in one another.

The sanctuary of privacy was shattered, but as Hayden kissed every inch of your skin you couldn’t find regret.

ITS OVER! This took so long simply because I had such writers block oh my goodness 😭.

I was thinking about making a part two and even a little mini-series but we’ll see.

Legit me getting my ass HANDED to me by writers block… I don’t wanna talk about it.

[earthsparked]

Greetings! It’s the A Quiet Place AU anon again. Ever since I sent my first ask, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this concept. Because of that, today I decided to watch the movie again, and I was reminded that the death angels are in fact capable of carving up metal like a hot knife through butter.

Originally, I was thinking it would be more of a “the cybertronians save the humans and adopt us and all is well” thing, the end of the apocalypse and such, but I think the idea that the death angels pose a considerable threat to them as well could be more interesting.

(btw I love everything about the coterie, being a space cat would be rad)

———————

“I thought you said this planet was safe, Prime.”

The Autobots stand over the battered frame of their fallen comrade. Though these creatures were far less advanced than their own kind, they certainly put up a fight. They were fewer, and yet resisted the mech’s weapons long enough to extinguish the poor bot’s spark. His last expression still on his faceplate, making it clear that it had been a painful end.

The Prime scans the scene, before letting his optics rest on his lost soldier. Another member of his family, gone, and not even as a result of the war. No, his friend was taken from him, by an unknown species, on a strange and distant planet, far from the war. A planet that was supposed to be a respite, where they could recuperate before plunging back into the fray.

“…..It was supposed to be. All data gathered of Earth indicated that it would be safe enough to shelter us.” There had been no time to send in scouts. The Ark was losing power fast, and he had to take a chance for the sake of his crew. It was a risk, but one he thought would be minor based on his research. “There was even the possibility that some of the indigenous life forms might welcome us…”

The lieutenant scoffs. “Well, what a warm welcome, eh?”

“No… these… creatures, were not listed among the native earthlings…” He stills, and lets the sounds of the forest fill his audio receptors.

It’s quiet.

“…Something is wrong.”

———————

Alone and afraid, a human makes their way to the place the giant spaceship descended. They know it’s foolish, considering the last things to crash-land on this planet have proven to be quite the unsavory bunch, but they still find themselves carefully making the trek.

Might as well, they think. With long-term survival feeling like some distant hope that slips away with every new morning, perhaps death by curiosity would be a release. The human’s inner cat was scratching at the walls of their mind to find out what happened.

The sandy path other survivors poured in days long past only stretched so far, and when it was gone, so began the careful stepping over twigs and dead leaves. Even barefoot, every step was too loud. With each foot placed on the ground, the human paused and listened. Waited. Then another step.

The pattern repeated until they came upon a newly formed clearing. Burnt and broken trees, singed and upturned earth. At the end of it all, a vast star-faring ship.

But that is not the interesting part, no. The human’s attention is solely on the giant robots near the entrance to the ship, one of their kind seemingly deactivated, and the broken bodies of four Listeners.

The relief is short lived, as now there is the matter of new, stronger, and presumably smarter creatures.

That thought, too, hasn’t the chance to linger, as the sound of an alien screech brings a horrific realization…

There were five Listeners in this area.

Before they can turn around and face their impending doom as it thunders towards them, one of the robots swiftly turns and raises its weapon. With a flash, a bright beam of energy flies over the human’s shoulder, making painful sounding contact with the creature. Its body limply thuds on the ground.

The human stands frozen, watching as their rescuer lays down its weapon and strides over to them. The other robots hang back, quietly speaking to one another in a strange language.

The rescuer stops to kneel in front of the human, a futile attempt to appear smaller. Bright red and blue metal shines in the sunlight, and the robot’s mask retracts.

“Greetings, little one. My name is Optimus Prime, and I come in peace.”

The human gapes in astonishment, amazed by the robot—Optimus Prime’s—voice, and that he speaks their language.

Gathering composure, they close the distance, and carefully lay little hands on his much larger one, before speaking for the first time since this all began.

“…Optimus Prime, on behalf of every living creature on this planet, welcome to Earth.”

Anon I've had this stuck in my inbox and could not post it for some reason, I am sorry! This is FANTASTIC.

[siilent-wanderer]

Lights, Camera, Us

Summary: During a magazine photoshoot, rising actress An Yujin and her co-star Kwon Y/N ignite fan theories with their undeniable chemistry. But behind the lens, what started as on-screen tension quietly blossoms into shared mornings, soft kisses, and the kind of intimacy they’re no longer sure how to hide — or if they even want to.

Genre: fluff, mutual pining, a little suggestive if you squint, azzo

Word Count: 3.1k words

actress!An Yujin x actress!fem reader

A/N: yujin brainrot

The photoshoot had barely started, but the atmosphere was already buzzing.

Y/N and Yujin, co-stars in a hit drama, were booked for an exclusive magazine cover spread. Their on-screen chemistry had kept fans hooked for weeks, and now, with cameras flashing and the styling team fussing over every detail, it was clear their off-screen dynamic was just as captivating.

The photographer barely had to direct them.

“Closer,” he had started to say, but before he could finish, Yujin was already shifting in.

Y/N moved naturally, leaning into the pose, but she couldn’t ignore the way Yujin’s presence wrapped around her like second nature. Her hand hovered near Y/N’s waist, not quite touching but close enough to be felt. The tension, the ease — it was all instinctive, effortless. And the camera caught everything.

One of the standout moments came when they were told to hold an intense gaze. Y/N expected it to be just another pose, but Yujin? She held eye contact like it was an indirect, silent confession, her lips curling just slightly at the edges. Her fingers brushed over Y/N’s wrist, a featherlight touch that sent a shiver up her spine.

“Perfect,” the photographer murmured, snapping away. "Ah, we should’ve just let you two pose yourselves from the beginning."

Y/N huffed out a small laugh, barely audible. “You don’t even need cues anymore.”

Yujin grinned, her dimples deepening as she tilted her head just slightly. “Why would I? You make it easy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her. And the cameras caught that, too.

When the teaser photos were posted on social media, chaos erupted.

[ellekorea]: A love story too captivating for just the screen. Witness Y/N and Yujin’s effortless chemistry in our upcoming cover feature.

Attached were two photos:

The first: Y/N and Yujin in sleek, monochrome outfits, standing close, Yujin’s fingers grazing Y/N’s wrist. Their eyes locked, their expressions unreadable but charged.

The second: Y/N with a soft smile, her head tilted just slightly toward Yujin, who was looking at her with something dangerous in her gaze — something that made fans lose their minds.

[saintyujin] HELLO??? WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A COUPLE SHOOT??? [_missyn] these two could date and i wouldn’t even be surprised at this point [ayjdotcom] This is either the best acting I’ve ever seen or someone’s got a crush and it’s NOT Y/N [kwony23] Y/N’s expression in the second pic… oh she’s in trouble. LIKE BIG TROUBLE

And then, Y/N posted on Instagram.

She wasn’t the type to post much outside of work, keeping her page clean and professional. But this time, she uploaded a carousel of the shoot — behind-the-scenes moments, teaser shots, and a final slide that sent everyone spiraling.

It was a black-and-white close-up of her and Yujin, foreheads almost touching, eyes laced with something just beyond reach. The caption? Simple.

[kwon_yn] 🎬📸

But it wasn’t just the post itself that set fans off — it was the fact that this was the first time Y/N had ever posted someone else on her account. And that someone was Yujin.

[forynonly] Y/N NEVER POSTS PEOPLE… YUJIN YOU ARE SO SPECIAL OMG [popo__yuj] Is this Yujin’s soft launch? I need answers. [yudingsz] this is giving “my girlfriend is so pretty” energy I’m going insane agajkdhagh [ynmuse] y/n dropping this post like it’s normal and expecting us to be calm. gurl we are NOT

As if that weren’t enough, behind-the-scenes videos from the shoot were released. One clip showed Y/N fixing Yujin’s collar before a shot, making Yujin blink in surprise before breaking into a small, fond smile. Another clip captured Yujin gently brushing Y/N’s hair back out of her face before their close-up shot, murmuring, “Your hair’s in the way.” Y/N simply let her, a soft look passing between them. In another, they were caught laughing at an inside joke, completely oblivious to the cameras around them. Another clip showed Y/N reviewing shots on the monitor, nodding along, while Yujin stood beside her, arms crossed. Y/N didn’t notice, but Yujin? She was just watching her, smiling absentmindedly, like she forgot the cameras were still rolling. Their joint interview was the final nail in the coffin.

Interviewer: “Your dynamic is amazing. Was it like this on set too?”

Yujin: "Working with Y/N is really easy. I mean, we don’t have to force anything because our chemistry is just there."

Y/N: "I think we just understand each other well, so even in photoshoots like this, we don’t really need much direction. Yujin actually makes it really easy. She’s just really comfortable to be around."

Yujin (grinning): “Y/N is saying that, but she’s the one who always took care of me during filming.”

Interviewer: "Fans have noticed that you two are really close even off-screen. Has your friendship grown beyond the drama?"

Y/N (glancing at Yujin): "Yeah, I think we became close. We still hang out when we can."

Yujin (smiling): "We do."

The rumors only intensified when Yujin, despite her packed schedule, somehow found the time to take Y/N to a museum. Fans noticed when Yujin posted a story of their museum visit, followed by a meal at a quiet restaurant. Y/N shared Yujin’s post on her own story with a simple white heart emoji. Later on Bubble, Y/N sent pictures of her at the museum, marveling how pretty it was in person.

— "Yujinie remembered how I always mentioned wanting to visit this museum while we were filming, so she got us tickets."

“She REMEMBERED Y/N mentioning this during filming. It’s been MONTHS. HELLO????”

"Y/N posting Yujin first. Yujin taking Y/N to a place she’s always wanted to visit. WHAT KIND OF FANFIC PLOT IS THIS???"

"pls just say you’re dating already, we’re tired"

But the biggest hint came when Yujin accidentally posted a Bubble update. The image showed her laying down, watching When Life Gives You Tangerines on a TV screen. But fans quickly noticed something in the reflection — a shadow, a faint silhouette of someone sitting beside her. The internet immediately exploded with theories.

“Is that… is that Y/N??”

“wait didn’t y/n js recently say that was her favorite drama these days?”

“ok so Yujin watching Y/N’s fave drama with Y/N next to her?? This is so domestic I can’t do this”

“No thoughts, just Yujin and Y/N hanging out in someone’s house watching a kdrama”

Neither of them addressed it, of course, but at this point, they didn’t have to. Their actions spoke louder than words.

The night was calm, the city outside buzzing with distant life while Y/N and Yujin sat side by side on the couch, wrapped in the comfortable quiet of each other’s presence. The low glow of the TV cast soft shadows across the room, but neither of them was really paying attention to the movie playing. Not when there was something else lingering in the air between them — something unspoken yet undeniable.

Y/N felt it first, the weight of Yujin’s gaze on her. It wasn’t unusual for Yujin to look at her, but this time, it was different. There was an intensity in her eyes, a quiet contemplation mixed with something softer, something hesitant.

When Y/N turned to meet her stare, she caught the way Yujin’s eyes flickered down to her lips, just for a second, before darting back up. The moment stretched between them, drawn out and delicate, as if the air itself was holding its breath.

Yujin swallowed, her fingers twitching slightly against her lap. "Can I…?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

She didn’t need to finish the question. Y/N understood. And instead of answering with words, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

That was all the permission Yujin needed.

Slowly, she leaned in, her breath warm as it fanned across Y/N’s lips. There was no rush, no urgency — only a gentle pull, as if gravity itself was guiding them together. The moment their lips touched, everything else faded away. The world outside, the sound of the movie, even the soft hum of the air conditioner — none of it mattered.

Yujin kissed her once, testing the waters, then again, a little firmer this time, a quiet sigh escaping against Y/N’s lips. Y/N responded in kind, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her hand reaching up to cup Yujin’s face, thumb grazing over her cheek.

Yujin’s hands found Y/N’s waist and without a word, she gently tugged her closer, guiding her to sit on her lap. Y/N straddled her, knees tucked on either side, their bodies pressed close. The kiss deepened as Yujin tilted her head, lips parting slightly. Y/N followed her lead, the softest brush of their tongues igniting something warm and slow between them. It wasn’t rushed — it was exploratory, patient, and tender.

Their breaths mingled, lips moving in sync as hands roamed with care. Y/N’s fingers slid into Yujin’s hair while Yujin’s held her firmly by the waist, grounding her, anchoring them both in this quiet, charged moment.

They broke apart briefly only for air, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Yujin’s lips were slightly swollen, a teasing smile playing at the corners, and her eyes hooded as she gazed at Y/N with something unspoken but so obvious in her expression.

Yujin blinked at her, dazed. “What?” she asked, breathless.

Y/N smiled, breathless, her fingertips still resting against Yujin’s cheek. "You’re cute."

Y/N chuckled, brushing her fingers lightly against the strands of Yujin’s hair. “You’re cute.”

Yujin blinked at her, processing the words, before groaning and burying her face against Y/N’s shoulder in embarrassment. "You can’t just say that after…" She trailed off, her voice muffled against the fabric of Y/N’s shirt.

Y/N only laughed, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer. "I just did."

Yujin peeked up at her, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "How are you so gorgeous?”

"That’s funny, I could ask you the same thing," Y/N teased, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Yujin’s lips, watching as a faint blush dusted over her cheeks.

Yujin sighed dramatically, but there was no hiding the happiness in her eyes. “Hmm," she hummed, nudging their foreheads together. "I beg to disagree.”

A beat passed before Yujin’s gaze flickered back to Y/N’s lips, as if drawn to them against her will. Y/N noticed, her lips quirking up in amusement. "You want to kiss me again, don’t you?"

Yujin huffed out a soft laugh, tilting her head as she traced her thumb gently along Y/N’s jawline. "Maybe."

Y/N didn’t make her wait. She leaned in first this time, pressing her lips to Yujin’s with a newfound confidence. Yujin met her eagerly, hands resting at Y/N’s waist as the kiss turned deeper, more desperate in the best way. Their movements grew slower, more languid, the weight of their emotions settling between them like something warm and undeniable.

Yujin's fingers traced gentle patterns along Y/N's back, sending a pleasant shiver through her. Y/N sighed against Yujin's lips, tightening her hold around her, not wanting the moment to end. Yujin pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath coming out in soft, uneven pants.

"I like this," Yujin admitted, her voice low, intimate.

Y/N smiled, brushing her fingers lightly through Yujin’s hair. "Me too."

Yujin chuckled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips before pulling her into a warm embrace. "Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon."

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, soft kisses exchanged like secrets. At some point, Y/N's attention drifted to the gentle slope of Yujin’s neck, where a small, faint birthmark rested just beneath her jaw. She traced the shape with the pad of her finger, delicate and slow.

She smiled softly, reaching up to brush her fingers over it. "This is cute," she murmured, her touch feather-light.

Yujin turned slightly pink. “What is?”

“This,” Y/N whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the spot. “This little birthmark. It’s so you.”

Yujin tilted her head to the side, eyes fluttering closed, silently offering more access. Y/N continued her soft trail of kisses, but after a moment, she pulled back and pouted.

Yujin opened her eyes at the sudden absence of touch, lifting a hand to gently hold Y/N’s chin and tilt her face up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her thumb brushing against Y/N’s bottom lip.

Y/N sighed dramatically. “I’m just jealous because I don’t have one.”

Yujin blinked, then smiled slowly, something playful and fond dancing in her eyes. “You can have the other one,” she said softly.

Y/N tilted her head in question.

“There’s a bigger one,” Yujin explained, taking Y/N’s hand and guiding it under the hem of her shirt, placing it gently over her stomach. “Right here.”

Y/N’s breath caught slightly as her fingers felt the smooth skin there. The birthmark was warm beneath her touch, soft and personal. She glanced up at Yujin with wide eyes, then bent down to press a kiss to it as well, lingering a little longer.

When she looked back up, Yujin was already staring at her with the kind of gaze that made Y/N feel like she was the only person in the world.

“I love these,” Y/N whispered, brushing her lips once more over the mark. “Like little constellations that only I get to see.”

Yujin reached up, cradling Y/N’s face in both hands, thumbs stroking along her cheeks. “Then you can keep it,” she said softly. “It’s yours.”

The morning light poured through the window in soft, golden streaks, casting a gentle glow over the shared bed where Yujin and Y/N lay tangled in each other’s warmth. The night before had been filled with stolen kisses and quiet laughter, whispered confessions between kisses and featherlight touches. Nothing too much, just enough to make the air feel thick with affection.

Yujin had whispered it while brushing a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, her thumb tracing along her cheekbone, "Let’s go on a date tomorrow."

Y/N’s lips had curved into a soft smile. "Only if Azzo comes too."

Yujin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Of course. He wouldn’t forgive me if we left him behind."

Now, in the early hours of the morning, Yujin stirred first. She blinked slowly, careful not to jostle Y/N who was still curled into her side. She didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed, of Y/N’s arms, but she had plans. Groceries to grab. A picnic to prepare. She was determined to make their first real date something special.

Yujin tried to gently ease out of Y/N’s hold, slipping her arm free from under Y/N’s waist. But just as she started to sit up, she felt a tug. Y/N, still half-asleep, pulled her back down with surprising strength.

"Where are you going?" Y/N mumbled, her voice raspy with sleep.

Yujin leaned in, brushing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. "Just gonna grab some groceries. I’ll be back in an hour. Go back to sleep, baby."

Y/N peeked one eye open, blinking up at her. "I wanna come."

Yujin paused. "You sure? It’s so early."

"Consider it the first part of our date," Y/N said, a sleepy grin tugging at her lips.

And really, who was Yujin to say no to that?

A few minutes later, they were both out of bed, the air chilly on their skin. Y/N stood barefoot in Yujin’s room, looking around with messy hair and eyes still heavy with sleep.

"I didn’t bring any clothes," Y/N yawned.

"Pick whatever you want from my closet," Yujin said as she opened the wardrobe. "Seriously, anything."

Y/N wandered over and peeked inside, but then turned to Yujin with a mischievous look. "You pick something for me."

Yujin tilted her head. "Really?"

Y/N nodded. "I wanna wear something you’d pick."

Yujin smiled, cheeks tinged pink. She pulled out a soft, oversized hoodie and a pair of comfy sweatpants, both well-worn and smelling faintly like her. She tossed them to Y/N. "You’ll look cute in these."

"I always look cute," Y/N teased, slipping them on.

Yujin watched her with a quiet kind of awe. There was something so intimate about seeing Y/N in her clothes, moving around her space like she belonged there. Maybe she did.

Azzo barked once from his bed in the living room, tail thumping against the floor.

"He’s ready too," Yujin laughed.

Y/N slipped her hand into hers as they walked toward the door. "Let’s go buy some strawberries."

And Yujin, entirely smitten, nodded. "Yeah. Let’s go."

The morning was still quiet when Y/N and Yujin found themselves walking through the quiet aisles of a neighborhood grocery store. Yujin pushed the cart lazily, one hand on the handle, the other loosely interlaced with Y/N’s as they strolled side by side. It was barely past 9AM, but the warmth between them felt like midday sunshine.

“So, strawberries,” Yujin repeated dutifully, steering them toward the produce section. “Anything else, your highness?”

Y/N playfully bumped her shoulder. “Maybe something for Azzo, too.”

Yujin grinned. “Azzo’s definitely part of this date.”

They paused in front of the fruits. Y/N reached for a container of strawberries, but Yujin beat her to it. “Let me,” she said softly, plucking the best-looking one and holding it up to Y/N’s lips.

Y/N blinked, then leaned forward, taking a small bite and trying not to smile too wide. “Sweet,” she said, chewing. “You’re good at picking.”

“I have taste,” Yujin replied, with a wink that sent a wave of heat to Y/N’s cheeks.

They made their way through the store, bickering over which sandwich bread was better and sneaking extra snacks into the cart when the other wasn’t looking. At one point, Y/N disappeared down an aisle and returned with a bouquet of tiny sunflowers.

“For you,” she said, offering them to Yujin. “To match your smile.”

Yujin tried to act unfazed, but the way her ears turned red gave her away. “You’re gonna kill me with your sweetness,” she muttered, taking the flowers and tucking them gently into the cart.

Eventually, they reached the checkout line, their cart filled with ingredients for their picnic: fresh fruit, bread, cheese, juice, and a few pastries they couldn’t resist. Yujin glanced down at Y/N, who was quietly humming to herself and rocking back on her heels.

“You really consider this the first part of our date?” Yujin asked softly.

Y/N looked up, eyes warm. “Yeah. Waking up with you, getting groceries, sharing strawberries in the fruit aisle… it feels like the beginning of something.”

Yujin smiled — soft, genuine, and completely smitten. “Yeah,” she echoed, “it really does.”

And somehow, even before their picnic had started, it already felt like the perfect day.

[its-in-the-water]

Feeling tired. Posting a preview because that's the only thing that brings me joy.

I'm not sure if this scene will ever happen, but the image and implication is just too hot.

SPOILERS FOR THE WE WRITE OURSELVES SERIES.

Fandom: Tron

Pairing: Rinzler/Sam, with bonus Tron!

“I admire you, you know.” 

Rinzler bristled at the familiar voice–his own voice, but smoother, kinder, more appealing to–

He cut off that line of processing before it could complete and turned his head enough to glare over his shoulder at the tall program glowing in white and blue behind him. “What is there to admire?” he growled.

Tron smiled softly and seemed to take Rinzler’s response as an invitation to step closer, crossing the deck of the solar sail to join Rinzler at the rail. He leaned back on his elbows, at ease in a way that Rinzler had forgotten to be. “Everything.” His blue eyes, warm as two pools of energy, flickered as he looked Rinzler over.

Recognizing the probing gaze of a security program running a threat assessment, Rinzler tensed. Did Tron want another fight? Because, as Sam would say, he could fucking bring it.

But Tron only shook his head, his smile never weakening. “You're amazing. You rebuilt yourself. You changed. You became something new. Something that even a User…” He trailed off, his mouth twisting. 

“You could do it, too,” Rinzler offered grudgingly. “We have the same programming.”

“I don't know that we do anymore.” Tron considered him for a long moment before continuing, “I thought you were broken and dangerous when we first met, but now I know that's not true.”

“I'm very dangerous,” Rinzler countered, straightening.

A startled laugh burst from Tron. He raised a hand, waving Rinzler down. “That's not what I meant. Yes, you're incredibly dangerous, but not to this system or to Users.” His laughter faded and he sighed. “I guess I'm not saying this very well. I admire you and I want to be your friend. All right? I think you're a powerful ally, I think I could learn from you, and I believe that, at our cores, we still value the same thing.”

Unable to resist, Rinzler glanced toward the solar sail’s lower decks, where Sam was working on the corrupted data pushers with Yori. When he looked back, Tron nodded.

“Yeah,” Tron murmured. “We have no reason to fight each other. Agreed?” He extended a hand.

Rinzler stared at it. Could he really trust this program? This better, purer, unbroken version of himself? This program who Sam had admired since he was a child?

He didn't want to. The sight of Sam in Tron’s arms had been scorched into his memory files. But… he could change. That was his greatest strength. That was how he had been able to break free from the Grid and stay by Sam's side, no matter which world they were thrown into. 

Slowly, he clasped Tron’s offered hand. Tron's white glove contrasted sharply against Rinzler’s black and his broad, joyful grin shone so brightly that it was difficult to look at. 

Without releasing him, Tron abruptly stepped in and raised his other hand to Rinzler’s face. Rinzler caught his wrist before he made contact and scowled.

Tron huffed another gentle laugh. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that other systems have different traditions. Flynn taught this to us a long time ago. We're friends now, so…” He leaned in.

As his face–that near mirror-image–approached Rinzler’s, Rinzler froze, unable to extricate his hands to stop Tron from closing the space between them, and unwilling to retreat from a program who had once been a rival. He watched in confusion as Tron's eyelids slid low and he tilted his head to touch his lips to Rinzler’s mouth. The soft pressure nearly shorted Rinzler’s logic codes, it was so impossible. His lips moved automatically for a moment as he struggled to catch up, parting and pushing back against Tron's soft kiss.

“Holy shit.”

Sam's exclamation brought their heads around. The User stood at the stairs to the lower decks, his eyes wide.

“Sam,” Tron greeted warmly. “Were you able to remove the corruption–”

“D-don't talk to me about corruption after you were just kissing my boyfriend!” 

The strains of jealousy and arousal in Sam's voice triggered a reflexive response to take advantage of a new weakness. Rinzler dropped Tron's wrist and grabbed his head to drag him in for a deeper, longer kiss. Tron grabbed his arm, but didn't stop him, and met Rinzler’s hard lips and lapping tongue with a soft groan and gentle suction.

“Shit,” Sam breathed.

Rinzler broke away, smirking in satisfaction at Sam's flushed face and glazed eyes. “It's the tradition in this system,” he explained. “We're friends now.”

“Okay, great,” Sam croaked. “Can we go be friends down below? There's a free room.”

Rinzler regarded Tron speculatively. “Do you still want to learn from me?”

Tron nodded. “I do.”

“Do you want to learn the ways of Users?”

“What ways?”

“Uh,” Sam uttered. “Rinzler?”

Rinzler ignored him, his attention fixed on Tron. “The ways between them,” he explained carefully. “How they share themselves with those they care for. How they give each other–”

“Rinzler, I was joking.”

“Pleasure,” Rinzler finished.

“I do,” Tron repeated fervently.

“It's not like linking with another program,” Rinzler warned. “Users are pure energy, pure power. The intensity is… overwhelming.”

Tron's eyes widened. He looked to Sam, whose face had reddened to an alarming degree.

“You can't be serious right now,” Sam wheezed.

[t0asty1-arts]

me vs the homunculus whos coming out alive

GODS EEPIEST SOLDER advantages:

blue belt in martial arts

self taugh dancer near professional level

thighs so big they have their own gravitational field

has been waiting so so long to beat the shit out of someone to release pent up anger

bite hard. very hard

survived a chainsaw to the leg one time

huge big dick energy

will NOT stop until one of us is dead

disadvantages:

no powers

cries a lot

short

fucked up joints

chronic fatigue

in pain all the time for no appearant reason

scared of hurting people

was designed for eeping, cuddling, being cozy etc

can t see witjout my glases

hair too long, gets in face and is easily yankable

TRAUMA OLYMPICS CHAMPION advantages:

can turn people to dust

the tongue thing. you know.

will NOT stop until one of us is dead

i mean. you knowwhat he can do why am i explaining it

disadvantages:

i am 25 pounds heavier than his canon weight, i could probably body slam him into the ground and hed snap like a twig

horrible posture

no socks with his shoes

hair too long, gets in face and is easily yankable

[bean-face]

sketches of a couple of my oc's

knight maid elf and goblin mage

@firefilledhikey figured you'd wanna see these girls

sorry the trans homunculus isn't around i don't have a drawing of that one yet

[idontmindifuforgetme]

megan thee stallion is the perfect example of unbothered energy. nicki has repeatedly vagueposted about her, gone on unhinged rants about her, gone so far as to mention her dead mother (such a classless low blow), threatened her on live, and has now released the tackiest diss track in history. and what has megan done? literally nothing. she straight up ignored her, aside from that one ig story where she posted herself laughing (which was perfect btw). she is the epitome of “i will not dignify that w a response.” i love it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

it's been a little bit but i gotta say. that diary of a wimpy kid punchline was SO GOOD. like you /told us/ that the first two were a set up for a joke and yet it still landed absolutely perfectly. like. /wow/ i was CACKLING and i still giggle a little whenever i think about it. just phenomenal execution

Comedy comes in threes, and sometimes that means two great high fives before slapping a diary of a wimpy kid crossover in your hand.

[scftmen]

A sleepy smile adores lax features as arms sprawl open for company to embrace him, naturally grunting at the weight shift but it's a welcome comfort all the same. A left arm wraps loosely over the upper back once company settles into a comfortable position. "What?? you're not tired?" Brows knit in disbelief, and then briefly ponders to the tv. "I don't think you had anything to drink, did you? Cause if not, that makes sense." Damien could have put more effort into thinking about it, but it truly didn't matter at the end of the day.

Damien was a very big baby as a bottom, so he might have exerted more energy with drinking that made him a sloppy mess- but thus far Jamie didn't seem to give any indication that was an issue. Then again, mental aptitude was so lost in the present moments mixed with alcohol, his alertness was rather low. If there was any judgement happening, it was far above his ability to clock it; "I dunno, nothing special, you picky about your tv? Sports, gaming community, asmr, lo-fi, what?" It was evident that there was very little thought about what was to happen next, he's content to relax, and just be. A left leg still loosely out of the throw and off the side of the couch a little bit.

"A rough job? T'yeah, especially with you on top of me again, but i think we can snuggle a little and watch something for a little bit before I bother to get up and start drinking water. If I pass out before then, oh well. Not the end of the world. Wouldn't be my first hangover." The left hand would splay fingers against skin or worn fabric as he'd caress the upper back in loose circles, occasionally dragging nails for a more tingling, ticklish sensation. "You can grab the remote, put whatever you want on." A loose gesture is made toward the coffee table. "Or you can leave it off if you prefer quiet, I'm fine either way."

Brown eyes wander down to the man in his arms with a dopey smile, and occasionally around the room before eyes close. Comfortable and relaxed, a loud, heaved breath has the chest rise.. and slowly release. "You care if I touch your hair?" A right extending a first and second digit at the nape of the neck where the hairline ended. This felt good, too good.. addicting. He was in trouble, and he knew it.

Jamie caught that crinkle in Damien's nose and couldn't help the grin that tugged at his own lips. "Posh and uptight? Yeah, Jameson's got that vibe for sure. I don't know what my parents were thinking; they swear they named me that because they shared a bottle of Jameson the night I was conceived or some stupid shit like that. Jamie's definitely a better fit. It's more relaxed, less likely to show up with a monocle and a top hat." He smirked, meeting Damien's eyes like it was some kind of silent, unspoken truce. This felt different and warmer somehow, like giving names to the people who were usually just passing shadows. When Damien laughed, Jamie felt the tension between them loosen a little. That retreat inward, the playful embarrassment, it made him want to lean in closer, to reach out and bridge the space. "Look at you, all vulnerable and shit," Jamie teased gently, voice dipping into something softer. "I might just have to take you up on that cuddle offer before you talk yourself out of it." He shifted a little, scooting closer to Damien, pulling the throw over both of them like it was the start of something new. "I'm not tired yet, but I'm definitely curious about what 'something' we're gonna watch. And you? Staying up sober sounds like a rough job. Good thing I'm here to keep you company." When Damien said his name, Jamie caught the way it hung in the air, like it carried more weight than before and it hit him that this casual thing was already slipping into something more. And for once, he wasn't scared of it. "Yeah, this is... Nice."

[antennatoheaven]

my thoughts on The Murderbot Show:

idk man

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[ganondoodle]

watched a video of someone reacting to skittys totk video and it really reinvigorated my hatred for that game- HOWEVER i am gritting my teeth and am not writing about it bc i feel like whatever rant i will write is gonne be wasted time since the stupid book exists and can change it all (from what i HAVE seen for the worse lmao) so i feel like until i get my hands on it (be it physical or digital though i do not want to spend money on anything with that name attached ever again) i shouldnt write anything ...

[electrivolt]

// sitting against the corner. i do miss my grusha

[townofcadence]

He doesn't mind the exchange ending how it does. As it is, the Crow has shown kindness he did not need to give him, and that is enough for him to know that he is kind. And that is all he needs to know. He accepts what little he is given, because it is enough.

"It.... wasn't all that much." He protests one last time, but he doesn't move when the Heart insists. He bites his lip, and allows the hand to place against his own beating heart. The minor injuries knit and mend, and while little change seems to take place in demeanor, subtle shifts occur, from the fraction of a hunch he'd had, or the smallest degree of tension in his chest and shoulders that is released as the pain subsides and he no longer has to control it.

"I....thank you. I do appreciate your kindness." He admits, rubbing at his neck and stepping back, once its done. He shivers, at the way the energy seemed to run through his body. He feels-- charged. Electric, somehow, like that energy is still beating in his veins instead. It's hard for him to describe the sensation, but he feels-- further than alive. Like for a moment when that palm touched him, he knew what it was like to be the heart of the forest too. Even if he never would be, for a fleeting beat he was. "I still apologize for the inconvenience. To you and Crow both."

🎬

The crow does not ask anything about Artair, nor does he express joy at having met the other. It's not that he doesn't like Artair, as far as strangers go, he's quite a good one to be around, but the crow has never had any opportunity to socialize or meet new people. He is admittedly too focused on the task he's been given to really think about forming relationships with others.

The Heart looks at Artair with a raised brow before stepping closer. "Please, do not talk like that. You did do something, and that deserves a small reward, at least. Healing you would hardly take any energy at all, so please, let me." He presses his hand against Artair's chest, and the energy that always seems to hum around him now vibrates inside of Artair's skin, mending that which is broken and bruised within seconds.