#(also i struggled with these questions so if anyone wants to add some go ahead)

[eluxcastar]

Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see? 

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?" 

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts. 

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for." 

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?" 

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do." 

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask. 

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

[mrhaitch]

Hello Mr. Haitch I hope you are having a great and healthy day. Sorry for bothering you on a sunday. How are you and your family doing? If you ask me I'm doing great apart from dealing with classes as a first-year uni student.

It's my first time asking a question to someone on the internet so I'm really nervous, I hope I will be able to explain myself properly.

So... I'm currently rewriting a story that I had wrote as a project in 10th grade. I decided to work on it after it got published by the ministry of education under a project named Young Writers. And I have been struggling with correcting and reshaping some parts so I wanted to ask for some help and some opinions on this from someone knowledgeable.

I don't know if anyone asked this before and if they did sorry for asking again. Can you please give me some ideas as to how I can continue, the basic ideas of my story and the main characters are pretty much shaped in my mind but I'm having a hard time putting those into the old story as it was written a long time ago.

Should I write those down and restart from the beginning or follow a different route? (This might sound like I'm giving the advices to myself but I seriously don't know what to do ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ)

I want to translate the work when it's a few chapters ahead as it would also help with my studies on translation but since I can't write crap it's gotten really messed up🥲

Can you please help this crumbling soul with your sacred knowledge?

(Sorry if the ask is too long but I wanted to explain my struggle thoroughly and English is not my first language so sometimes it's hard to explain myself with few words.)

(Here I go rambling again😓)

Thank you so much in advance (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Yeah, we're doing well considering all the drama last night.

First of all, congratulations! That is a significant achievement and you should feel proud.

As for the meat of your question: I've had this problem before. Usually when I start a story I have the barest of outlines or direction in my head, but what I do have are a couple of characters, a vibe, and an opening sentence. By the time the first draft is over the story is wildly different and the tone is often wildly uneven. This was definitely the case with the first novel I wrote.

If the changes you want to make are significant there's a few things you can do. Listed below are a handful of things you can try:

1. Write it again

2. Break the story down into key scenes, summarise them on cards, and line them up in chronological order. Do the same for your new scenes and ideas, and physically play around with different orders and structures. Move scene five to scene three, add a couple of new scenes where scene five was and see if it tracks - that kind of thing.

3. Strip your story down to its key elements and beats: the scenes that are 100% integral, and copy them to a new document. Then do something similar to the previous method and play around with slotting things in and moving things around.

If a significant amount of time has passed since you first wrote the story, I'd start it again. In fact - I'd write it from scratch without looking at the old version, and see what parts of the original stuck and what fell away. You'll get an idea, then, of the story's core.

The key thing is that, whatever you decide, you see it through to the end. Even if it doesn't work you'll have learned a lot.

Best of luck.

[genderkoolaid]

An upcoming main cast character in a story I'm working on is a multigender boygirl, and I'd really like to (as with all my writing) make sure my characterisations and writing reflect and represent real experiences as much as possible. I've also started asking other multigender folks so I can get an even better pulse on it than just my own experiences and knowledge, so - the question.

What sort of internal experiences would you like to see expressed in the writing of multigender characters, especially boygirls?

Thank you so much for asking!!!

Some general things I'd enjoy seeingI

In general, I'd love to see the different ways people conceive of their genders. There are so many labels, now and and throughout time- I like boygirl, but also manwoman and androgyne. Some people used to use "bisexual" as a description of gender. And multigender people often have such diverse ways of seeing their genders & the way their genders interact. If one of someone's genders technically aligns with their AGAB, some might feel partially cis and some might see that gender as equally trans. I think it would be lovely to see multigender characters who are really deep and complex and feel like a full person, and also have their genders considered a meaningful part of them.

Multigender sexuality, if it makes sense to incorporate it into the story. It's something that gets very heavily policed (and I personally have had to deal with the trauma of having mine policed) and I'd love to see some represention of what it's like to have multiple sexualities/labels. There's also the complicated topic of relationships, and how multigender people interact with those. There's concerns of your partner/s being comfortable with your genders, and being respectful of them. A couple people on that other post made the good point that multigender people aren't depicted as desirable partners. At least some of us worry if we could ever be desirable, because we fear our multigenderedness makes us too complicated and strange for people to actually consider as partners. & on a less sad note, there's also how different people describe their relationships; spouse? wifesband? boygirlfriend?

Atypical medical transitions! There's still not enough awareness of how genderqueer transitions can look. I, personally, would enjoy seeing a character who is also multigender and salmacian, (although salmacians can be any gender), especially because it's so rarely heard of by people outside of porn. But you could also use stuff like different ways of doing HRT, like SERMs & other stuff (can't be fucked to find links rn but if anyone wants to add atypical HRT methods go ahead)

The daily ins-and-outs of presentation, pronouns, and names. I'm someone who changes their presentation pretty regularly, who sometimes prefers different pronouns, and generally prefers different names based on the dominant gender/s of that day. I also tend to crossdress; I dress much more femme when I'm a man and much more butch when I'm a woman, although I always stay androgynous. Some people may be gender conforming for one or all of their genders, some people may not vary their presentation at all!

Related to above: the struggle of everyday binarism. you are surrounded, especially as androgynes, by the forced choice between genders, especially male and female (just by virtues of those being the most discussed and compared). People expect you to be able to fall in one, OR maybe to fall in male, female, or neutral- but ime people generally don't think about you falling in multiple. It's an issue on things like forms that ask you to choose just one gender, or using bathrooms. It can be daunting to speak up about your experience as any gender, both because it might cause people to view you exclusively as that gender, and because you worry people will discount your experiences because you are multigender. People often don't think of us as fully any of our genders, in comparison to monogender people. You may not want to include discrimination in your story, but if you choose to I would enjoy it because I'm the kind of person who prefers stories that tackle those issues to ones where they don't exist.

Shapeshifting. I feel like it's a near universal genderfluid desire. Absolute ideal body situation tbh

If you have any other questions about multigender characters I'd be happy to answer them :)

[reverseflashes]

Hello!

I’m trying to write a story or at least a short one. Where Constantine and Raven cross paths with the Rogues. I have a pretty good idea for it but even though I’ve read comics. I still don’t fully understand them I need an idea about there personality and fighting style. I’m hoping that with your help and a few other Rogue fans. I can get a better idea. Cause finding proper information is like finding a needle in a haystack for them. Constantine is literally the easiest out of all of them.😭

I really hope for good information. I want to do right by them.🥺

Anyway my chosen Rogue’s are… Captain Cold, Heatwave, Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, Captain Boomerang and Trickster (Axel Walker).

Basically the ones in comics right now.

P.S. I’m also mad about Owen. He had so much potential.

Every time I checked my inbox and saw this meage on top, I reminded myself to answer it some time the same day. And every time, I forgot. I don't even know where to begin to apologize, nonnie, especially it's been exactly a month since you've sent me this. I hope, if you are still around, and if you see this, you can forgive me. And if you are pissed at me, then you are completely right too I'M SO SORRY I SWEAR

To be honest, I can read every issue every Rogues member has ever appeared in (and for some members, I did lol) and still would not be good at answering questions like this. I'll tag few blogs I know post about the Rogues at the end of my response and tag this properly so that more people will see it and hopefully share their opinions as well. :)

I apologize in advance if this is very scattered, all over the place but I've never been very good at explaining stuff like this so... yeah.

I'm assuming the fight takes between John&Raven and the Rogues.

The Rogues are Flash's villains. And Flash has superspeed; and having superspeed comes with infinite amount of skills and abilities. There is really nothing a speedster can't do. So how does the Rogues, a bunch of non-powered criminals (except for Mark, if we want to go into a bit detail lol) with only their gadgets and costumes keep up with him? How can a speedster like Barry Allen can struggle against the Rogues sometimes?

The answer is that the Rogues have the advantage of planning their heists in advance. Excessive planning, may I add! Rogues don't have to keep up with Flash's whereabouts, because Flash will always go where the Rogues exactly want him. But the Flash doesn't have the advantage of always anticipating the Rogues' next move. There are so many other reasons of course but no need to go into more details. So, in your story, whether the Rogues plans the fight with John and Raven ahead or if it occurs completely spontaneous, I believe the Rogues wouldn't be caught off guard. I mean, they fight speedsters on a weekly basis, so it is hard for them to get intimitated by anyone else.

Now another thing, and I don't know if it's just me or if it is a fandom thing, but I always got the impression that Rogues hate magic. Like I always believed that to be a fact. They don't like it at all. Maybe "superpowers" is what they really don't like but I guess, to them, it's all the same.

Len in The Flash #750

Rogues don't want to get involved in anything that is above their paygrade. They hate their plans getting out of control and things getting messy and magic IS messy, that is an understatement. So you can use this in the story; they will fight John and Raven if they have to, but they won't care about winning. Of course, they CAN win the fight, but if you use the canon fact that the Rogues never faced John and Raven before in your story, then I assume winning wouldn't be their priority. They'll buy themselves time while putting the capes through their paces (damn right 😎).

You can focus on the Rogues' gadgets as well. In my personal opinion, Mirror Gun is the most powerful and dangerous out of all of them: it can open portals, it can create duplicates, it can fire bolts of light energy, IT CAN HYPNOTIZE AND MIND CONTROL PEOPLE, it can be used to transmute objects into glass, it can be used for dimensional travel, it can trap people inside those mirror dimensions etc... (SOURCES: here and here)

Here is a panel of Sam blinding Wonder Woman with his Mirror Gun. Justice League America #158

I put this panel especially because Wonder Woman is heavily affiliated with magic.

You can find more info on their gadgets on the internet, and if you'd like, I can look into it and send you some links if I can find anything.

I was gonna mention Hartley and his flute too but I realized that he isn't in the Rogues in your story so I'll skip that.

And lastly, I'd recommend you read New Year's Evil: Rogues, a one-shot where the Rogues are in the land of Zhutan searching for a powerful sun disk of Meshta (the creator god of the Saravistraism- DC’s version of Zoroastrianism) to make their souls eternally free from Neron (DC’s version of Satan). It involves heavy supernatural themes so maybe it helps.

Also, Teen Titans: Cold Case might be a good read. There is a fight between Teen Titans and the Rogues and although magic isn't in the center, Rogues fight against members Cyborg, Red Devil and Wonder Girl (Cassie). (And Vic and Tim actually admit that they couldn't take the Rogues!)

And most importantly, they fight as a TEAM and a FAMILY. Their diverse skills and abilities complete each other, thanks years of working and planning and fighting together side by side.

Soooo yeah. I'm pretty sure I forgot half the things I was gonna add and forty thousand anecdotes but that's why I'll tag some of the awesome people in the Rogues fandom underneath this so that they can add their own opinions as well. If they want, of course, no pressure! Please feel free to ignore this.

Thank you so very very very much for your message nonnie. And I'm so so so very sorry for taking so long to answer it. I hope I made it up to you a little.

@gorogues @tricksterrune @t-bombs @longitudinalwaveme @belphegor1982 @saltywithsarcasm @smartshipfriday my brain is all over the place rn i can't think of anyone else but if you see this in the search or on your dash pls feel free to reblog it and share your opinions <33

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[star-on-a-beach]

Hi, important thing that I'm just saying now.

Unless you ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT and don't just want my attention, please don't constantly DM me. Every so often is okay, but I honestly get really kinda annoyed if I'm constantly DMed things that have no real meaning or I can't really respond to them.

I am not a silly person. I don't usually reciprocate silliness. I don't know how to respond to random things usually, and I get annoyed doing so because I don't understand, I don't like being silly in random senses- and tbh I don't really like being actually silly all that much at all, except for rare cases.

Is it ok to dm me something random every so often? Yeah, go ahead. I don't mind if it's not constant.

But I really, really, really don't like being DMed random things that I can't respond to constantly, multiple times a day, and DMing me after I very clearly do not respond because I'm busy or don't have the mental capacity for it. Whatever the reason, and whether you want me to respond or not (why would you be DMing me if you didnt want me to respond, i dont know), it's not fun for me to be receiving those notifs all the time.

Once again. OCCASIONAL is fine. And by occasional, I mean every few days. Not every day.

I've tried to be kind about this, but it's gotten to the point I'm flat out not liking DMing anyone anymore because I'm rarely having a gen conversation where the other person is just goofing off when I'm trying to not be. Please. I'm not having fun with it, I'm just getting annoyed. If this keeps up, I'm gonna just flat out ignore any constant random messages.

I'm not saying this is targeted. But I am saying this is a boundary that I now have because I'd rather talk to people when I'm not completely irritated by pointless DMs.

And I'm also gonna say that there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing this if it's your style, it's a me problem, not a you problem. But I am very much not the person you should be DMing with your randomness, I thoroughly dislike it.

And one more thing, you do not have to send me a ton of reminders or send me the same post over and over. I've seen it. I get it. My memory is shit but it's not THAT shit, I struggle to see the point to being sent the same thing or reminder over and over, even if it's just in a comical way.

I'm sorry if I'm acting like a downer. But I'm sick of passive-aggressively trying to tell someone I'm not in the mood for DMs when I have absolutely have no response for the things they send me, then feeling guilty when I consciously ignore them.

If you have any questions (which, I imagine there will be some) then DM me BUT ACTUALLY DM and ask and not just something random

Thank you for reading, I apologize if this came off as hostile, I'm exhausted and annoyed and this is long overdue.

Edit:

I forgot to add, I'm normally not gonna respond to DMs from midnight to 12 PM EST unless they're important or I make an exception. Preferably, if it's not important, please just wait for the morning and let me have my peace. Please.

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A Refresher on the Weekly Roundup

Apologies for the fact that I am once again a Wordy Bitch and over explainer, but I appreciate anybody who reads all my word vomit.

Some asks I got a while ago reminded me that not everybody has been here since I started the roundup, so here's a quick refresher on what the roundup is, why I do it, and some notes on how things have changed from when I first started.

I believe, and have always believed, that if you want other people to comment on/promote your work, you need to be willing to promote theirs, so I've made it a point since I started in this fandom to reblog all the lukanette content I can find. This blog is not curated; there's no grading rubric, I just reblog everything and let readers judge what they like and don't like. I've also always tried to drive traffic back to the authors rather than to my page, I didn't want anyone to think I was trying to steal their views or anything. There have occasionally been things that I...just didn't feel right about, but that is very, very rare, and I have made it a practice to reblog everyone's work, regardless of any personal beef I may have with them. Unless they have blocked me or forced me to block them (which so far has not happened), in which case I cannot reblog, I go ahead an reblog.

I started the roundup in 2020 (I think). Originally, I had just noticed that things posted to tumblr over the weekend tended to get less notes, so I started doing a Weekend Roundup on Mondays just to shine a light on those fics. I had maybe 400 followers at that point and I figured I could get at least a little boost for those weekend fics. It honestly never occurred to me at the time that anyone would be bothered by having their fics promoted, but someone messaged me upset that I had included their fic, which they published on Monday, because they had been specifically trying to avoid being on it by publishing on Monday. They had their reasons but honestly I felt like those weren't my business, and if they didn't want to be included, that was fine, so now I include a disclaimer that anyone who does not want to be included can message me and let me know and I will comply, no questions asked.

Some people on discord indicated that it would be useful for the roundup to include the entire week of fics, so I started doing a Weekly Roundup instead of the Weekend Roundup. I've been doing the roundup the same way from the beginning, and most of the reblogs on LBSC the same way - the link is always back to the original post and not my reblog of it, and readers are expected to check the tags of the original post. If subject matter has trigger warnings or something that might be controversial/upsetting, I generally put a reminder to check the original tags on the fics. I can see that I don't actually have that statement in my pinned post or the What Is the Roundup Link, so I'll try to remember to add it sometime this week.

I only pull links from and link to tumblr, unless someone sends me a message asking that a link to another platform be included. Content is a bit slow right now but there were quite a lot of links per week in the beginning so I had to set some boundaries to keep myself sane. This is a tumblr blog and it made sense to me to boost other tumblr blogs, and not to try and become some kind of clearing house for content across platforms. I'll happily reblog anybody that does that, but I don't have that kind of time or commitment.

I used to read everything I reblogged. I used to do my best to leave comments, either in the tags or on AO3 or whatever I could do. I regret that I just can't do that right now. I'm not intending to slight anyone by reblogging with only the quickroundup tag, I am just really struggling in general right now and I don't have the emotional bandwidth to immediately comment on everything. I do sometimes go back and comment when I can, but I don't want anyone to be forgotten or left out, so it's easiest for me to reblog immediately whether I can comment or not, so that I don't forget to go back and reblog it later.

I'm familiar with most of the Lukanette authors by now, so when someone I know posts a fic I don't generally have to read it to know that it's Lukanette if it is marked Lukanette. If it's a new author or someone I am not familiar with, I will at least skim through to make sure it is in fact Lukanette endgame. I haven't had any complaints so I don't think I'm accidentally reblogging Lukanette salt in disguise.

There is some grey area in what constitutes endgame; I will for example reblog breakup or character death stories, mutual pining stories, and others where the characters don't necessarily end up together. My personal rule is, if they aren't together, you wish they were. If it feels at the end of the story like "this is the way it should be" then I don't really think of it as Lukanette. If it feels like "this is a tragedy" then yeah, I still consider it Lukanette endgame, even if they technically aren't, and will include it in the roundup. However I do not in any way consider myself the final arbiter of what is or is not Lukanette endgame, you are welcome to define it differently, I'm not going to tag police anyone and I'll probably ignore anyone who tries to tag police me. However I do try to include warnings when things might not fit the strict definition of endgame so people who want to avoid the angst, can.

At the end of the day, I am just trying to spread the most Lukanette content I can to as much of the audience looking for it as I can find, and I'm not going to nitpick what that means or how it gets done too much, because honestly, it's enough to keep up with without making it too confusing. Nobody has to agree with my judgement or my way of doing things, and anyone who wants to do it better/differently/with more rules has my hearty endorsement to do so.

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20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @honeyteacakes <3 Ok so some of these answers will be a little odd because I’m still posting some of my work anonymously. Tagging @aisalynn :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

So with all the anon ones included it's 48

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

465,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

There are a lot I’m still anon in, but right now it’s mostly the Sandman :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Baiting the Trap is the only one I can reveal but Deliverance is also very high on the list.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! At first I was far too shy but now I always try to respond to everyone. Sometimes I spend weeks thinking of what to say in response, or just feeling so so happy I want to give an intelligent reply. I just really want to set aside the time to go through and properly reply y’know? But then it’s like a month (or more) later and I feel terrible for not letting this person know how much their words mean to me, but I always try and respond eventually.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not really a fan of ending my fics on angst, there’s a perfectionist part of me that is like ‘that’s not an ending that’s the middle of an arc’. Not that I think all endings need to be happy! I just think that I personally don’t find a resolution in it. Though now I think about it In Silence was pretty open ended, bittersweet but more bitter leaning I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably one I’m still anon for, but out of the one’s I’m not I think it’s actually pretty even. I’d say the ending of Deliverance is probably going to be the answer to this question though when I get around to posting it.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no! I’ve been very lucky to not have received hate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am new to smut, but I suppose my kind is the sort that somehow manages to add an improbable amount of plot.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! While I used to absolutely adore reading them I’ve not written any :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Hopefully I never will because it really doesn’t seem pleasant.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And I don’t think I’ll ever get over it because the first time someone asked it honestly blew my mind.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve co-written outside of fandom, but never co-written a fic within it. I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed—I love collaborating on little scenarios on tumblr, it makes me so happy!—but my writing habits are weird and probably off-putting. The brain writes what it wants, usually out of order, and I’d not want to stress anyone out with how inconsistently I write things.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I’m going to have to be boring and say I don’t have one…but it’s honestly the truth. Corintheus is obviously very very special to me, but it’s a favourite without excluding other favourites. If that makes sense?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

At the moment nothing :) I may be behind on where I wanted to be but as long as I want to write the fic I will finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at characterisation, and how different characters might interact/conflict with each other. It’s usually easy for me to get into the head of who I’m writing. Maybe also unusual descriptions? I do like making them as vivid as possible, as lyrical and poetic as I want, but I also like to come up with something a bit unexpected.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with finishing fics sometimes, especially if they are multichaptered. I think within sandman I struggle with certain in universe details of things I don’t know because I haven’t read the comics. I’m not really reading ahead of the show, but there’s some things I will dig into so I have the detail I need.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I was going to do it I’d probably try and find a native speaker, or do a ton of research. Not against it by any means but I think it depends on the scenario. I just wouldn’t want a reader to come across me butchering their language and just be completely taken out of the fic haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooh. Erm. I’m not sure. Sandman is the first I’ve not been anon for :)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is such an evil question because how can I choose? Baiting the Trap is up there for sure (the whole series is really), but there’s also another fic I’m anon for that I love. Deliverance too. My self-indulgent Cat Dream fic. A slow advancing tide has definitely shot to near the top recently. Honestly it might be more apt to say that when I post a fic my general feeling is usually something like ‘this is my favourite fic I’ve ever written’. Though sometimes it’s for prose too. I’ve written paragraphs/lines and been like wow this is my favourite line ever.

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📰 Newsies Ask Game 📰

🏙 Brooklyn Newsies or Manhattan Newsies?

🎭 92sies, Bwaysies, Toursies, Livesies or West Endsies?

🏜 Santa Fe (Prologue) or Santa Fe?

🤝 Which Character Are You Most Like?

😬 Which Character Are You Least Like?

👴 Favorite Oldsie?

👑 Favorite Katherine Outfit?

👔 Favorite Newsies Outfit?

👗 Favorite Medda Outfit?

🗺 Would You Rather Visit The Movie Set or The Broadway Set?

💚 Favorite Background Newsie?

🌱 Act 1 Davey or Act 2 Davey?

🎶 Favorite Song?

🎤 Character You’d Like to Play?

🎵 Least Favorite Song?

👠 Favorite Girlsie?

🩸 Opinion on Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square?

❣️ Jarah or Jatherine?

❤️ Sprace or Javid?

🤍 The Character You Project Onto The Most?

💭 Any Headcanons?

🗯 Favorite Line/Lyric?

👀 Any Cut Songs That Deserved To Stay?

🗞️ Favorite Community/School/off-off Bway Production?

🎨 Favorite Fanwork(s)?

💘 I Never Planned On You or Something to Believe In?

🎀 High Times, Hard Times or That’s Rich?

🎟 Favorite Cast Member(s)?

🎆 How Long Have You Been a Fansie?

💜 Favorite Rarepair?

😈 Any Unpopular Opinions?

🕺 Favorite Dance Number?

[dre6ming]

Just us two, even in a crowded room

Masterlist here

To be added to the tag list click here

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: anxiety, difficulty breathing, smut <minors dni> so much smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving) cursing, dirty talk… hope that’s all

Plot: you are invited to the met gala and meet with an old costar, something lights up between the two of you and it starts the rest of your lives.

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about Austin’s relationship w/ Kaia and I’m not making any assumptions, but in my fic they are a PR stunt

Word count: 3800+

!!this was a request, but I won’t tag the person who asked for this, just in case they don’t want that kind of exposure!!! ~ Thank you for your request

It's ok, I'm fine, breathe... fuck what a lie I'm trying to sell to myself. I'm not fine! I can't breathe! I'm suffocating! Shit shit...fuck...

"You're out in a minute!" The driver shouts at me over the loud commotion happening outside, The Met Gala. It's not real, it can't be. "Ok just remember walk the carpet, you have to be on it for at least 15 minutes, I'll always be on the sideline the motion to you when to move!" Jenna, my publicists says. I nod my head and try to swallow to lump in my throat, but it doesn't work. My corset is too tight, it scratches my skin. The gold satin dress I'm wearing underneath makes me slip off my seat and all the pearls and chains that I have on my neck and torso weight probably 15 pounds, so as beautiful as they are, they only add to the resistance that's on my struggling lungs.

Suddenly I'm blinded by the lights as the door to the car opens. My publicist drags me out by the hand and I'm engulfed in a crowd of people applying finishing touches to my hair, make up, I think someone is also steaming my dress, cause there's steam around me. "Walk, smile, wave, look for me, I'll call you to interviewers. At the top, you pose and talk to some more interviewers." I'm pushed forward and I take a second to register everything.

My extremely high heels hurt my feet, I can barely walk in them. My whole body aches. I just want to cry. Drop to the ground and cry. Walking I smile for pictures. "(Y/n)! This way! Smile! More hip. To the left, no the other left!" People scream at me and I bet I look like one of those cactus toys that dances when you speak. I look for Jenna and as soon as her finger points ahead I move. Before I reach the steps she waves me over, so I balance on my feet going her way. I mic it shoved in my face.

"What inspired your look tonight?" I smile and giggle a little before I give my answer. "Well when working with Oscar De La Renta there's always pearls and crystals and you either go big or go home, se we came up with the idea to dress me up in as many crystals and pearls, gold accents and everything to resemble a treasure that you'd find in a king's possession" the concept had come to me after rewatching "Game of thrones" and the designers were head over heels with it, so they went as big as they could. 15 pounds of jewelry big. "And are you excited to see anyone tonight?" The next question comes. "Um you know I'm excited to meet Blake and Ryan, I can't wait to see my friends Gigi and Bella. You know it's a ballroom full of interesting people, so I'm excited to see everyone, really." My publicist pokes me in the ribs to sign that I have to move. "Thank you" I say and move along.

A thousand questions later, I can no longer feel anything from my neck down, just pain. I barely make it up the stairs and through the last interviews. "Good job. Now go in, socialize, take pictures for the instagram, have a good time!" Jenna says as I make my way through the doors. Inside there's lots of people, all of them familiar faces. "Hey (Y/n)!" Gigi says hugging me tight. "Gigi!" She so beautiful in her red outfit. "My god you look gorgeous!" She says and I blush. "Stop it, you must've walked by a mirror to see yourself, you're way more beautiful!" I complement her back. I try to take as many pictures for the social media and I interact with lots of people. I even met Blake and Ryan, such amazing people I have to say.

As my eyes scan the room they get locked into a pair of blue eyes. It takes me a minute to remember where I know those eyes, that smile and that hair. Austin fucking Butler himself, flashing a blinding smile my way. Suddenly the room is empty and I'm brought back in time, years ago, on the set of the movie we did together. We played a couple in the movie, back then he was dating Vanessa, but for the time that we filmed they took a break for some weeks, or that's what he told me for the duration of our fling. I can't call what we had anything else, we just hooked up a couple of times, though spoiler I had the best orgasms ever on his mouth. The thing lasted for the last month of filming and then he got back with Vanessa, we separated and never spoke again.

Now that mouth that brought me to ecstasy so many times, curls up in a smile that's sent my way. The tightness of my dress, becomes once again evident and I have to get some air. I make my way through the crowd out into one of the empty corridors. My breath is caught in my chest and I can't calm down. I think I'm going to faint, black dots cover my vision. Leaning back on one of the walls, I count. "One, two, three..." I don't even hear the footsteps approaching me. "(Y/n)?" I look up and through my lashes I see Austin. "Can't ... breathe..." it's all I say. "Oh ok, this way!" He take my hand and pulls me into one of the rooms, that I now find out is a bathroom. He locks the doors, as I steady myself on the counter, running my hands under cold water to try and cool off.

"What can I do?" He ask and out eyes meet in the mirror. The dress, I just need it of, but can I ask that? Should I ask that? "The dress, can you open the back?" He nods and steps closer, I can see on his face the confusion when he looks at the contraption that is my outfit m. "Up, there's a hook, unhook that and then you'll see the zipper" I say out of breath. He does as I say, Austin's warm fingers brush my back. It takes him about 5 minutes to finally open the top of the dress and I signal for him that's enough. "This thing is dangerous!" Austin says chuckling a bit at the situation. "Yeah, I told them it was too tight, but.."

I turn to look at him now that I can breathe and my vision is no longer blurry. "You look gorgeous by the way!" He says and I blush, not being able to keep the smile from my face. "Thank you, you look quite dashing yourself, mr Butler!" It's his turn to blush at my comment. Austin plays with the collar of his shirt and clears his throat. "So how have you been?" He ask. "Good, I've been good. Busy!" I say.

He nods his head, but he does that just so he can scan me head to toe. "Congratulations on your Marvel contract! Playing Captain Marvel, is huge, can't imagine." I laugh at his comment. "Speak for yourself, mr Presley!" As the sentence leaves my mouth I realize I might of used a tone that's a bit too flirty, since his jaw clenches and he coughs to hide his breath getting stuck. "You here alone?" He ask. "Yeah, you?" He looks at the door, playing with the material of his suit jacket in between his long fingers. "No, I'm here with my girlfriend." I look away trying to hide my disappointment. "Vanessa's here?" Apparently I said that out loud, but instead of nodding he shakes his head. "We broke up, I'm with Kaia, now!"

I swallow, playing with the pearls on my dress. "Oh" is all I say. "It's just PR, though!" He quickly adds. My eyes widen at his statement. "Oh" he comes closer, arms sneaking around my waist. The tips of his fingers brush my exposed skin on the back and I shiver. He drops his head down, bringing his mouth closer to mine, I close my eyes and I wait for his soft lips on mine. "You know, I called you, all those years ago. Texted you a couple of times too, not one reply!" Austin breath brushes my lips, my mouth goes dry. "I lost my phone, I had to change my number!" One of his hands goes up to the back of my pearl covered neck. "Too bad" his lips are finally crashing against mine. My hands fly to his hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling. The growl that escapes his mouth vibrates through my chest. I can feel the arousal gathering in my panties. I moan against his lips.

We break the kiss to catch our breath, I didn't think I'd ever see him again and if I did think about it it wasn't like this. "You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous princess, but I can't fuck you in this dress..." he says through gritted teeth. Underneath my dress I rub my thighs together, to get some much needed relief. "Ah please.." it's pathetic, the way the word comes out of my mouth but I'm desperate. He shakes his head and makes a tsk noise with his tongue. "Where are you staying while in New York?" He asks. "In my own apartment, I live here." He had no way of knowing that, cause for us it was sex and just sex, nothing more, hearing that he tried to text me after we parted ways puts questions in my mind. Did he want more? If so did he always want it or just after I left?

"Here put your number in, I'll text you tonight, you better answer, you give me the location for your apartment." I take the phone with trembling hands, putting my number in. "What name should I give it?" He said the relationship was just PR, but then again even years ago I had a feeling he was lying about being on a break with Vanessa. I'm not saying he's a cheater but he also doesn't seem very monogamous.

"Just put your name, it's fine, she won't care, just like I don't care she fucks other guys, it's PR" I nod my head and put my name down giving the phone back when I'm done. "I have to get back, my publicist will be looking for me, zip up my dress?" I turn around and wait. He comes behind me, his finger tips glide from my neck to my lower back, it leaves goosebumps and I stop breathing. Austin pulls the zipper up closing the dress. "You walk out of here first, I'll stay at the gala for another hour."

I breathe out, already noticing the tightness of my dress restricting it. I walk out without looking at him, going the find my publicist so I can tell her I'm going home. "Jenna, I'm leaving, pull up the car." She nods and quickly texts the driver to come around to the back exit. She gives me my bag and I'm on my way. First I have to stop, by Oscar de la Renta's atelier. It takes the stylists about 40 minutes to unglam me all. I now can finally breathe. The traffic is horrible right now due to it being redirected to smaller streets to avoid the gala. As I wait in the car my phone buzzes: "I'm in the car, tell me where" the text from the unknown number reads. I respond immediately and save the number to my phone as Austin.

When the car stops in front of my building I get out and enjoy a bit of the cold air. I appreciate that now my lungs can expand to their liking. I hear another car pull up, I don't pay any mind to it. That's of course until a set of arms hugs me from behind. I jump scared, but the arms only tighten around me. "Shh baby, it's me, Austin" I relax and lean back on his tall figure. "Come on lets go up"

He lets go of my waist and takes my hand in his. We walk hand in hand, we stay like that all through the elevator ride up to my floor. I can't stop my mind from racing, what I'm doing is something I stoped a long time ago, one night stands. We get in my apartment, but I don't remember unlocking the door, he must've taken the keys out of my hand and do it. "I need a shower" I say passing my hand through my greasy hair. "What a coincidence, I seem to be needing a shower too." He says chuckling. I shake my head smiling at him, as I lift on my tip toes and kiss him. Before Austin can pull me in to deepen the kiss I pull away.

Turning around I take my sweater over my head. I hear him moan when he sees I have no bra on, even if he can't see my breasts, just my bare back. I move my hands to my sweat pants and pull them off along with my underwear. "My god baby, that ass looks amazing!" He says. I shiver at his wards and he lets out a laugh. Walking to the bathroom without looking at him I hear him struggle to get his clothes off, he's still in the gala outfit. It's my turn to laugh as I hear him curse under his breath.

I turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. I start with my hair, putting shampoo in it and rinse it out. He comes into the shower, arms sticking me to his tones body. "God you're beautiful." He kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my breasts. "Austin..." he gets on his knees, I look down at him and the moment my (e/c) eyes meet his blue eye, pupils blown, I moan. "Baby, I'd fuck you in the shower but I can't without a condom. Instead I'll eat your pretty pussy then after you're done cuming, I'll take you to the bed and fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk for days." I moan louder, buckling my hips forward. He places a hand on my hip pushing me flush against the shower wall.

With his free hand he puts my leg on his shoulder. Using two long fingers to spread me for him, he growls seeing how wet I am. "My is this just for me?" I'm too blissed out to talk. He takes his hand away and before I can complain he slaps my pussy. "Speak!" I struggle in his grasp and because I don't answer fast enough, he slaps my pussy again. I throw my head back crying out in pleasure. "You, you. Fuck only you!" I look down at him. Fuck he looks so good, hair wet stuck to his head, eyes glimmering and shit eating grin on his lips. I grab my boobs in my hands playing with them. "Good girl" He chuckles.

"Please!" I beg for him to do something, anything. Austin listens to my pleas and his lips finally kiss my clit. He starts slow, but that ends soon. With an animalistic groan he goes to work. He moves up and down from my clit to my hole. Austin circles my hole with his tongue. "Austin-" I grab his hair with one hand and push him further into my pussy. He goes to suck on my clit, as he pushes two fingers in me. The stretch stings a bit but as soon as he curls the fingers up to pet that one spot inside, my knees buckle. He pushes himself against me harder to make sure I don't fall. He moans around me sending vibrations through me.

"God you're so tight, how long has it been baby?" As soon as he talks he goes back to my clit. I guess he was expecting an answer, cause his teeth graze my clit and with a loud cry I cum all over his face. "Too long...shit.." I say out of breath. My walls squeeze around his fingers as he helps me through my first orgasm. After he licks me clean he gets up, kissing me hungrily.

Turning the water off he takes a step back to watch me all fucked out. He shoves his fingers in my mouth. I lick them clean and let them go with a 'pop' sound. I look down and see his hard cock twitch. Has he gotten bigger? "Come on baby, let's go to the bed." I nod and get out. I dry myself quickly, then hand him the towel.

When we reach my bedroom, Austin slaps my butt and I let out a squeal. "Where do you keep the condoms honey?" I sit down on the bed, lean over to the night stand and take a condom out. When I look at him, he seems to have found my robe on the floor, cause he now plays with the silk tie from it. "Give me your hands" I put my hands together and hold the out for him as he ties them up. "Lay on your back!"

I do as he says, it's like every drop of my free will has been drained out of me, but god I love it. I turn my head to look at him, he's rolling the condom on giving himself as few pumps. I moan and squeeze my thighs together. Austin lifts his head up, when he sees me, he grins. "I'm coming baby!" He laughs and gets up on the bed. Using both hands to spread my legs he gets on top of me. I lift my hips up to meet his, but I'm pined to the bed by his strong hands. "Keep your hands above your head, sweat pea!" I do as he says and fight everything in me not to touch him.

As he aligns his dick, tip pushing against my hole, my hands fly over, hooking his head in between them and the bound. He lifts his hips away from me. "No..." I whine. "Hands up baby or I ain't fucking you." I sigh and lift my hands above my head.

He aligns himself again and slowly pushes in. Austin has to hide his head in the crook of my neck and bite the flesh there as he moans at my velvet walls hugging his dick. "Fuck honey, so tight for me, agh" he says, I try to move my hips moaning, but he doesn't allow it. "Fuck me, now!" I demand and he thankfully has no more teasing in him. He starts to drive his hips into mine, the slow pace kills me. "Faster" he nods and picks up the pace.

Not being able to touch him is torture. It's like he's read my mind, as he untied me. "Touch yourself baby!" My hand goes straight for my clit, as he lifts himself up on his arms, arching forward, this position gives him new leverage. His tip hits my crevix every time and I start to see stars. "I'm close.." I say breathy. "Me to baby, when I tell you, yeah? Like the old times." I nod and move my hand faster around my clit as he speeds up.

We keep this up for a little bit, but I can't hold on no more, my legs shake, my wall contract sound him. He's also very close, sweat now mixed with the water in his head, thrusts sloppier, moan louder. "Now baby!" He says in my ear and I obey his command. My pussy contracts around him and he fucks us through our orgasms.

A few minutes later he's still inside me, the both of us are panting hard trying to recover. As my mind slowly comes to the surface of the hazy pleasure I feel him pull out, the emptiness is unbearable. "Come back!" I say but slap myself in my mind immediately, this was a one time thing. Right? Yeah!

"I'm here baby, I had to throw the condom out." He says as he scoops me up in his embrace. I lay on his side, head on his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand under my head and the other playing with the hair on his chest. He as one hand supporting his head and the other draws circles on my back. "I'm supposed to stay with Kaia, until after the Oscars, but it doesn't mean that I can't be happy while doing that." I don't quite follow what he's saying so I stay quiet. "I want to take you out to diner, but I can't risk paparazzi seeing us, can I come over some time this week and cook for you? I know it’s not the same, but I-"

"Yes" I interrupt him lifting my head to kiss his lips. When I pull away we both laugh. "Did you really text me after we finished filming?" I ask, he lifts my head with one hand to forces me to look him in the eyes. "Yes, I wanted us to be more, but since you never answered I just went back to Vanessa and tried to forget, but I never really did." I smile and start laughing.

"What's so funny?" His lips are smiling, but his eyes show the confusion in his mind. "Now I'm really upset at myself for losing that phone." He laughs out loud pulling me close to kiss my forehead. "It's fine baby, we have time."

I snuggle close to him and he covers us with a blanket since I started shivering from the cold by now. "So I guess now Elvis got to meet Captain marvel, right?" He asks and I giggle. "Wrong universe baby, his was DC, I’m from marvel"

Holding my chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, he shakes his head at me, leaning down to kiss me. "Let me have my moment honey, I'd say I fucked you good enough to deserve it" he says lips glued to mine and I gasp in his kiss. We keep talking some more and eventually fall asleep.

From that night on he keeps his promise, we see each other between closed doors, have dates either at our places or in very remote locations. After months of sneaking around, award season is done, he now has an Oscar, some Emmys and other awards to his belt. He broke up with Kaia and we make our official debut as a couple at the premiere for "Avengers: end game"

We end up dating for around 3 years and then one night we upgrade from a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship to engaged and a year later to a married couple. It's weird how full circle life has come around for us, but we couldn't be happier. And when we bring home our twin girls everything in life seems settled and at peace.

[twst-drabbles]

Long abandoned OCs? In a cult for Prefect? sips tea tell me more

...you sure you want to open this can of worms buddy? Cause I will talk. And talk I shall!

Under the cut of course cause I know not a lot of people are interested in OC's. And I have quite a bit to talk about. Mind you, they're not twisted or based off of any character. If you find similarities, they're coincidental.

Also, if anyone is questioning, yes you can ask for OC x Reader asks of my OCs. I made them to be a bundle of issues and eye candy after all. I encourage it.

If you make an OC and want to add them to the Eldritch Prefect Club, by all means, go on ahead.

Vio

He's shaping up to be someone of partial fae origins, though he's more human that he is fae. Either way, he's from a crumbling family name as a result of some bullshit his ancestors pulled against a high noble fairy(The Queen of the Faeland is who the ancestors offended so he experiences some nasty pranks from the fairies working at NRC) at some point or another, that he and his family still experience the effect of to this day. He's a bit of a nasty man, the kind to want to fully understand his object or person of fear for the sake of dealing with them better. So despite his fear of fairies, he knows a concerning number of facts about them, including ways to ward and even kill them, though he's never tried to. He's not that nasty. One day Vio and his friend came in contact with a particularity nasty spider's web as a result of a little fairy's prank while they were looking for an ingredient for their potions class. It was hard to get off at first, but then those silver threads melted and they didn't really think much of it. Until they started having nightmares. Until they started forgetting the most simple things. Their grades started falling, they started waking up with headaches, often times they even forget what they're supposed to eat. Then Vio meets the Eldritch Prefect as they're extracting the silver threads while his friend was sleeping. He passed out, and he woke up, no headaches, no nightmares, and he can actually remember what he's supposed to do today. He doesn't know what they did, he doesn't know if they have any good intentions at all, but Vio joins the research club for the sake of understanding better, because to understand is to dispel fear. And perhaps, if he can learn how to kill you, he can use those methods to kill the creatures that almost kill him and his friend. Appearance wise, Vio has dark purple hair and he struggles to tame his curly locks. He usually keeps it in a high ponytail with two braids among the tied locks and spends a decent amount of time taking care of it. It's one of his good points he's really proud of. He has the customary sharp ears of anyone with fae blood in them, though they're not as prominent as you would expect. His skin is more closer to tan than pale and has the most piercing yellow eyes. Unfortunately for him, he resembles that ancestor more than anyone so revenge hungry fairies love to pick on him more than anyone. He's an easy bullying target.

Antas M. Agoria

He's another mix breed, though he is fully fae. Half butterfly fae, half spider fae, and a very famous and old actor who's also a part of Pomefiore. Though, because he suddenly went off the grid, his fame was put behind him. Movies, series, photo shoots, you name it, he's been in it. Though... Antas had a particular love for stage plays. While the art may not be the most popular form of entertainment, he still held those years close to his heart before his dear dear mother forced him to stop. Before vanishing from the public eye, Antas was considered the most beautiful. Delicate butterfly wings on his back at will, scales that scatter and float when he's in a perfectly happy mood, lilac hair and eyes with perfectly unblemished skin. Truly his butterfly fae origins are something to be proud of. But what about his spider side? Well, good luck getting a good look at them. He's very good at hiding them. Though, if you look closer, you will notice a lack of pupils in his eyes. There are little mark, six of them in fact, hidden behind a layer of make up on his forehead. And his arms and hands, which are always hidden behind gloves and sleeves, are covered in a near black carapace, ending in claws that could easily rip apart soft flesh. He even has extra spider limbs, but good luck getting him to show you that. Because I'm a self indulgent shit, I have it were Antas was another actor that Vil had admired when he was kid, while his Dad was his ultimate goal, Antas was also another source of inspiration, along with being a cautionary tale. You can only imagine the conflicted feelings Vil must be feeling when Antas suddenly shows up one day to NRC. Anyways. How could he not find a kinship with you? How could he not fall into deep fascination over the mask you wore to the everyday public, over the part of you that wraps around another, more nightmare-ish side to you? Antas loves acting, but Antas loves creating. And oh are you a source of inspiration. His skills are put to shame in comparison to you, where your very human skin was mask shown to all. Antas joins the club with the hope that you'll show everyone you'll show all parts of yourself one day. For now, he's content to spoil your shell. He understands the need to hide parts of your true nature, and while Antas calls your human skin a mask, he doesn't treat it as a fake part of yourself, just a layer.

The rest below are not as detailed, so forgive me for that.

Tul'Veith

A long abandoned god, older than Lilia on the account that his myths are still studied about to this day but his body is young, as he is constantly being reincarnated, but his siblings have long since been forgotten about. Any attempts to get them to be remembered have been met with raised eyebrows and dismissals. While on his records, his name is Shiloh, he insists on being called Tul'Veith. He joins your club on the account that you remind him of his siblings, and is suspecting(wrongly) that you might be of the same breed as him. So he aims to recruit more people in, as he so desperately doesn't want you to disappear. He is a most gentle man, but is also another easy bullying target. His magic is nothing to write home about. He's very weak, even Grim would be able to bully him. Doesn't help that, of all dorms to be sorted into, the mirror sorted him into Diasomnia. He's tall, but very skinny, like the wind could knock him over. Summer is his most hated season and is a lot more suitable for winter. In fact, he almost blends into it. Crowley even noted how much he resembles a winter fairy on his pallid skin and pure white hair and light gray eyes. But even so, his body is still very much human.

Goliath

Not his actual name but I don't have one for him just yet, but that's the nickname everyone gives him, on the account he a huge 7'9 tall man. Huge dude, very muscular, and very silent. In fact, anytime he talks, his voice rumbles through you, as though his baritone is traveling through your bones. He has long black hair, which he keeps in a slick pony tail, has reading glasses, dark eyes and an umber skin tone. He's already huge in his human form, and he's even more colossal when in his whale form. Cause, you know, whales. Goliath is from the darker depths of the sea, with a curse placed upon him that seeks to make him grow eternally, and also make him eternally hungry. Right now, he can control his hunger, and throwing himself into his research for a way to reverse this curse before it can consume him. Goliath has some misguided reasons as to why he joined your club, and that's because he thinks you're also a person that's been cursed, though in case you're cursed to eventually have your human side degrade until you become something incomprehensible, so along side his research, he's looking for a way to keep that "curse" at bay. And when he's not doing research, he's practicing his singing. He's a very beautiful singer, though that's if you manage to catch him. Though, that is extremely rude as singing has a different meaning to him than just a simple hobby. Funnily enough, he's been sorted into Ignihyde.

Cheridal

An octavinelle student who is entirely human. Pink hair that ends in red at the base of their neck, and was an absolute menace back at home on the account he was a lone wolf that would go around and beat people up for making fun of his parents ice cream shop. That was going through some rough times. Though, when digging deeper into that reason, you'd find he was simply using that as an excuse to pick fights. Just because it was true doesn't make it any more justifiable. Though, when that's not happening, Cheridal is actually a very pleasant person to be around. Charismatic, a very soft and gentle voice to those that need it, and is, overall, not quite what you'd expect from someone that claims to be a gang leader. Though, that isn't to say that Cheridal doesn't crave the power high that comes from fear. Cheridal joins your club for the simple fact of wanting to see how much your influence will grow. And, if there comes a time where you decide to turn on every one, well, he wants first class seats to such an event.

I'm pretty sure I have more oc's somewhere in my mind but I can't remember for the life of me. Usually I need some suggestions or hear of a troupe I really like and then I start making a character from there.

[swordheld]

how can I learn to live with myself? I'm afraid of allowing myself to be happy, because my happiness feels like a crime. I don't want to be a bad person, don't want to let anyone down, but I also don't want to pretend anymore. Only, I've been pretending for so long that I don't know who I really am. All my life, the only two options have been to be a disappointment or to be someone others are proud of- being myself has always been a terrifying concept that didn't fit between those two extremes. I feel so overwhelmingly frustrated by it all.

this is a question that is very difficult to answer  –  only because it is something you create for yourself. you are so wondrous in your own version of being that you are the only one capable of creating and answer for yourself.

the secret? that’s, maybe surprisingly, the fun part.

first and foremost: i believe that it is suffice to say that i’m not an expert, and like the other ask, all of this is my own opinion and i am not a licensed therapist. there are many types of certified resources you are able to access in learning about more certified and targeted specifies within therapy settings. even if you cannot afford it at the moment, there are many free resources out there that are a search away (like this one that shows the details of a few in particular!) that will give you a good place to start.

it’s important to know that you are not alone in your struggle; learning how to live is a lifelong experience (funnily enough). something that has helped me is knowing that we are infinitely adaptable and change-oriented beings, meaning who we are today is not necessarily who we have to be tomorrow. even if you make mistakes, you can learn and move past them, become better and kinder in the long run. 

just because you feel this way now, does not mean it will be like this forever.

here is the wonderful part, love: you get to find out now. there is an endless kind of possibility ahead of you; for happiness, for kindness, for wonder. you have everywhere ahead of you, a whole world’s worth of horderve trays to choose from. the best part? you can put things back if you don’t like it, and choose another. you are not stuck in anything, you always have a choice, even when it doesn’t feel like it, and maybe even most importantly then, too. 

you get to learn who you are now, and work towards who you want to be in the future. it can change at any point, and isn’t that amazing? you could be brand new at the end of the day, in both little and big ways. you are capable of infinite possibilities, and it may be a bit overwhelming to think about in that way, so here are some small integrations you might find helpful:

my advice for beginning? find a middle ground. you’ve been pulled between these two extremes for so long that it might feel strange to do anything else. at the start, see if others can compromise with you, especially as you learn that it’s okay to disappoint people and be proud of yourself in their stead. it won’t be easy at first, but it’ll be worth it, and there is a certain kind of bravery in that.

in time with yourself, creating new habits that help you re-focus on prioritizing your happiness over the expectations of others is something that is a wonderful place to begin, especially when it comes to daily activities. try a nice 1:1 ratio for the first few times, where for each thing you do to make others happy, do something for yourself, and then add more and more as the days go, as you begin to enjoy the habits you’re creating, as you learn you do not always have to do something for others to deserve something for yourself.

there’s so much out there waiting for you. favourite albums, new art, new friends to meet who will love you for you, and so, so much more. in the meantime, in the getting-there space of it all, there is something very important to do: have fun. take silly personality quizzes. watch movies and keep a log of what you like and what you could do without. put together a mindmap of what you like and what you believe and what you want. you will become clearer to yourself, like this; finding all the little things that make you, you.

and in time, with each day coming and going and all of your activities and experiences and feelings you collect and learn, you will choose who you become, like this: an endless assortment of possibilities. 

your happiness is a joy. it’s a gift you get from the world, the way it feels like the whole sky within you, wind and light and every star. it's elation you get to hold inside of you until it bursts, overflows, and it spills out. there is so much joy in just simply being that it will fill your days with wonderful things. 

go for walks, read books, watch shows, buy things to run your fingers over the surface and marvel in the fact that we can create, and that you can too. there is nothing more admirable that we are able to create more than ourselves. and you’re going to be amazing, love, i just know it.

wishing you all my best, that your frustration eases, and that joy is an easier thing for you to hold very, very soon.  💛

[yabai-korra]

The reasons why we're getting Manorian book

There has been a lot of speculation whether SJM is going to favor us with book/novella about Manon Blackbeak and Dorian Havilliard, recently I saw some fans doubting it, so here's a list of logical reasons why it's happening.

1. It's SJM

This woman writes two 500+ pages books per year, for her it would be a piece of cake.

2. There have already been books focused on side characters

a) Chaol and Yrene - Chaol was one of the most unpopular characters before Tower of Dawn (which made me love him hehe) and she still wrote a 600+ pages long book about him, just imagine what she'd do with the most popular character (Manon) and one of the most popular ones (Dorian).

b) Nesta and Cassian - this is ship is the closest to Manorian equivalent in ACOTAR series, aka starting from a physical relationship that develops into a sentimental one. Also 6th ACOTAR book will be focused on a new characters (most probably Elain)

3. Favoritism

SJM has talked multiple times about her love for these two. When asked about her favorite TOG character, she said Aelin, but Manon was a close second place and she said that she absolutely loves writing her.

In another interview, when asked who she would go on a book tour with and a few similar questions, she answered Dorian.

Now, I haven't seen all of her interviews ever and I'm not sure how much she loves Nessian and Cahorene (seems to love Nessian a hella lot tho), but it's definite that Manorian are some of her favorite characters and it's just logical that she would write about them.

4. Unfinished story/Unresolved feelings

Ships at the end of TOG:

Rowaelin - married

Elorcan - engaged

Lysaedion - engaged

Chaorene - married with a baby on the way

Nestaq - engaged

Manorian - hug and "we'll see"

All the ships basically got engaged in the last chapter (it's not like I didn't like it hehe) and their stories, romantic-wise, were pretty much finished and they have no unresolved tension between them. Manorian on the other hand, have enough of it for all the ships lol.

KOA spoilers ahead!

Keep in mind, Manorian relationship was mostly a sexual one, and they don't quite yet have a way of communicating their feelings properly. So there is a lot of unaddressed between them, even though they obviously care a lot about each other.

The unresolved things between Manon and Dorian:

"“And if I asked you to stay?” / “I’d need a very convincing reason, I suppose.” / “Because I don’t want you to go.” - they just fucked and Dorian left for Morath later, which impacted Manon a lot but they haven't discussed it

"I even care about you." - Manon got up and left

"There is only one witch who will be my queen." - Manon doesn't know about this

Manon saved Dorian from Valg demon even when Aelin couldn't. It was the worst thing to happen to Dorian and he still bears scars from it, yet he didn't have an appropriate situation to thank Manon for it

Dorian knows that Erawan lusted after Manon, which got him pissed of course, and he didn't have a chance nor time to ask Manon about it. It might be nothing, but if I were Dorain and my girlfriend who doesn't show feelings was locked up with a crazy guy who has a thing for her, and have seen the way he treats women, I'd be concerned. Erawan was a Valg king, a tough opponent even for Manon. If he had done something to her, and he had plenty of means and opportunities and wish to do so, Manon would never openly tell anyone (maybe Asterin) about it, because it would imply opening up and being weak, which is Manon's worst fear. Again, SJM, as the Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just randomly throw in the main villain having a thing for an important character, everything in her books always has a meaning and purpose.

"Would you miss me if I didn't [come back]?" - Manon didn't reply

This is how SJM described Manorian marriage: "She would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, mirror in so many ways. And with their union, the world would know it." - and you're telling me it's not deserving of its own book? Not just that, Manon asked Dorian for marriage and they, again, just had sex, with Dorian loving the idea but deep down knowing that Manon would feel caged in a marriage. And that attitude won't just change out of the blue. It takes time and development which is something SJM writes amazingly.

With the Thirteen gone, beside Abraxos Dorian is the only creature Manon cares about.

Dorian's mortality (although as you'll see in point #6 I'm sure he's not human)

The dreaded "You could just marry each other." / "We'll see." (Thanks Yrene :)

5. Foreshadowing

Listen here, SJM IS THE QUEEN OF FORESHADOWING. She thought of a detail (Dorian's dad's name) in the first book that would matter in the last book. Of course, there are many many many more examples of that, but if we got "We'll see." then we'll fucking see it happen.

6. Unresolved things about Manon and Dorian as individual characters.

Manon and Dorian and both pretty broken at the end of KOA.

Manon lost the Thirteen, the only people she cared about. That is a huge trauma that needs to be addressed, especially with someone so reluctant to show feelings and heal like Manon.

Dorian can't be human?? He has fae abilities due to his relation to Gavin and Elena even though he's not even called a demi-fae. He possesses powers no one else does, phantom hands for example, which he didn't steal like shape-shifting. And Maeve pointed out that due to his father being possessed by Valg when Dorian was sired, it's possible he got some of the Valg abilities. (Also she said that he's stronger than Aelin) The main villain, especially written by Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just let drop it there and that's it. Also not to mention Dorian's own struggle with depression and self-worth.

They have both just become rulers of their kingdoms, completely new to it. Dorian has spent a big part of KOA imagining what kind of a king he wants to be (one that will have a witch queen hehe) and it was a major point of his character. And addition to that affecting them as characters, the future of Adarlan and Witch Kingdom could make a good plotline.

7. Other TOG characters

Although pretty much all the readers would die to see Chaorene baby, Lorcan in Perranth, Aelin and Rowan ruling Terrasen, Lysandra and Adeion officially adopting Evangeline, Nesryn and Sartaq becoming Khagan and Empress of Antica, all of these don't make enough of a plot on its own. They are great side-plots.

We know all of these characters love each other and are happy together, there isn't that much to be added to their personal stories other than kids. (same way Feyre and Rhys got a baby in Nessian book) Manorian however, they haven't even kissed without it leading to sex, they hugged at the end of KOA and it was the pique of their relationship. Their relationship is merely at the beginning, whereas others have pretty much reached their ultimatum (ofc SJM can decide to add some drama with betrayal, kidnapping, pregnancy etc. but for now everyone is good and settled beside Manorian)

Not to mention the way other relationships would affect them. Chaol, Dorian's brother, and Yrene, Manon's wannabe bestie and Manorian shipper, would bring their baby to meet his/her uncle Dorian and aunt Manon, and imagine Manon with a baby lol.

SJM loves Aelin and other characters way too much not to give us an insight on them as married couples, but since her books are huge and it's her, it needs a plot with drama, addressing traumas, repressed feelings, worldbuilding, and sex, and Manorian's got all of that.

8. Abraxos

We need more Abraxos, that's just a fact.

Wow that was a long one. Anyways, in conclusion, we're getting that Manorian book. Pretty sure it's gonna a book rather than a novella (TOD was also planned as a novella but then guess what) because there is just SO MUCH possible content.

[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

Going to School with Ranboo!|| 📌

[i was going to answer this but i was a big dummy dum dum and accidentally deleted the ask bUT I REMEMBERED YOU DEAR ANON]

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff and (minor) angst

h e a d-c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

You and Ranboo go to school together, so have some scenarios and thoughts about it!!

Artist| grapeichie on twitter!!

warnings| bullying, stress, swearing

Note: you are a streamer in this!! You are also in the SMP!

optional platonic or romantic!!

- so going to school with Ranboo is both amazing and weird. You two have tons of stories of the dumb shit that happened there.

- Nobody will ever find Y/N and Ranboo far apart, even if you guys dont share classes one of you will randomly appear and at this point no one questions it

- Both of you meeting up at eachothers classroom/locker to walk together to your next destination

- Both of you helping eachother with schoolwork, Ranboo would totally tutor you in any subject you struggle with. Both of you go to his house but you two end up getting bored, so he does a Facecam stream with you in the background vibing. (It was so much fun)

- You guys are both the teacher’s favorites and least favorites. You both add so much life to the school but thats the exact problem.

- Y/N: haha look at that high waisted man he got feminine hips!!

Ranboo: NOOOO THATS THE THING HE’S SENSITIVE ABOUT

That Poor Teacher:

- I can totally imagine some kids in your school being invested in the SMP and both of you just nervously sweat in the background. Bonus points if ya’ll’s friends are into it so its just absolute panic

- You trying to help him not be awkward, especially when it comes to talking to new people. I can totally see like a new girl trying to talk to him and he just panics, so you have to step in and explain and help the poor boy out.

- You two are like,, inseparable. Like literally rarely does anyone see you guys apart. So this kinda urks some people who have crushes on him, or literally just your stereotypical bully.

- So one day while you we’re grabbing things for your next class, someone slammed against the locker next to yours, slamming yours shut in the process.

“Well well well, if it isnt the clingy one. Im surprised your not with that dork, you two practically don’t function without the other.” The guy snickered, leaning forward directly in Y/N’s face.

“And how is that any of your concern? And why does it matter?” Y/N said, standing straight up staring at the guy. “Because your fucking pathetic, thats why. Your useless without him and both of us know it.” He spat, pushing Y/N to the floor with a thud, they’re books crashing to the ground around them. Snickers could be heard from around them, as well as gasps and ‘oh-no’s’.

“Awww whatcha gonna do now, freak? You gonna go cry to that loser? Because i have a better idea. Your gonna shut up, and if not, he gets hurt.” The boy said, picking Y/N up by the collar of they’re shirt, and soon slamming them back into the lockers. All he did was laugh and walk away, muttering “pathetic, good for nothing freak.”

- You went home by yourself that day, usually Ranboo walks you home so you two can hangout, but you were nowhere to be seen. This went on for 2 weeks, and you practically avoided him at all costs, not wanting him to get hurt.

- But when he walked into school one day and saw Y/N being harassed by a group of people, he surely wasn’t the one hurt.

“Awww, cant move?” One said, twisting Y/N’s wrist even more, bruising they’re arm as they whimpered in pain. “Awww i think they’re gonna cry!!” Someone else chimmed in, one girl quickly said “better take a picture of this before the moments gone.” As she giggled, snapping a photo of you in the middle of being bullied.

“Delete it, and leave.” Ranboo said, looking down at the three who were currently tormenting you. You looked so sad yet happy, but you knew what was about to happen. “I thought i fucking told you not to tell him, guess your getting it.” The guy said, kicking your stomach and slamming you against the lockers.

You never in your wildest dreams expected Ranboo to punch someone, he was so sweet and charismatic, very passive and neutral. But now, your bully laid on the floor, a bloody nose, and Ranboo towering over him. “Dont. Touch. Them.” Ranboo snarled, leaning down and looking at the bully directly in the eyes.

- A fight soon broke out, leaving one guy with a black eye, bloody nose and a bruised arm and shoulder. Ranboo got suspended, but you left with him, not wanting to be at school and instead with him.

- While walking home he stopped, pulled off his white and black hoodie, put it on you, and soon enveloped you in a hug. Y/N return the favor, and all he said shakily was ‘i love you’

- God no one ever fucked with Y/N again everyone was scared spineless

- The entire SMP had a ‘bruh’ moment when you two told them. Of course Techno was very happy about Ranboo beating some kids up.

- But like back to happy stuff,,

- Kahoot? Idk if you guys play it in school but i do, and both you and Ranboo are such a power duo in Kahoot games

- Trading each others lunch because thats what duo’s like you two do, share with the homies

- Both of you being referees in sports because if other wise someone is going to accidentally get hurt

- You having to walk Ranboo to the nurses office after he got hit in the face with a basketball.

- The librarian does not like the fact you two cannot be quiet. You both are constantly cracking up and can never keep it down

- I know for a FACT one of you got your hands on the teacher’s computer, and i know one of you are playing memes during class while your Teacher is screeching

- All your teachers think both of you are cheating because you have synced brains and get every single answer the exact. same.

- Pulling some kind of huge end of the year prank

- Both of you speaking in zoomer language and not even your classmates have any idea what your saying

- I can see both of you accidentally writing/typing ‘pog’ into a essay/class assignment and your teacher being VERY confused

- Blasting fan-made songs about both of your guys characters and everyone liking them, and both of you are just giggling and smiling because they dont know

- Your friend group see you two doing something and they’re just like “ah shit, here we go again”

- Both of you going to school events only to ensue chaos and be idiots

- On the first day one of you getting lost and the other having to go fetch the other one

- Both of you crashing at the others house to study but it probably didnt go well

- You two are honestly just encased in your own little shared bubble, just vibing and being yourselves

- i feel like this is going on forever and most of it was just angst so I’ll go ahead and cut this off lol

a/n: TWO UPLOADS IN ONE DAY??? CALL ME GO-

Okay but in all seriousness i hope this was not total shit and actually pleasant to read. Idk i just feel like this bad

Anyways I promise I’ll get to working on pt. 2 of dad wilbur but i have some other requests i need to work on. But in the meantime simp for Ranboo and Wilbur okay bye

[erimeows]

Oh owo

What about a reader who's techno organic and joins the tfa bots? But unlike Sari they were made that way? Maybe a government experiment gone wrong or Powells up to something. The bots are pretty protective of the techno organic. However during a fight they get exposed to save their freinds??? The cons are taking an interest like excuse them

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Hi! Glad to write this one, it seems fun. I'm gonna go ahead and make it Autobots Reacting To A Techno-Organic Reader and add the part about the Decepticons trying to recruit them in some of it, assume that the reader has become techno-organic in whichever/whatever way you’d like. Also assuming this request was meant to be romantic, so I'm going to write it kind of that way, if that's alright. Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime: Dude... He’s overly cautious with you. Doesn’t want you to use your powers until you fully understand them, doesn’t want you in the eye of the public, doesn’t want the Decepticons to know you exist, but it’s out of some weird combination of guilt and love that he has over you. He’s fallen in love with you from the very start, but he feels guilty that you’re always brought into his conflict with the Decepticons and even targeted by them, and sometimes that comes off in the wrong way. There’s conflicts all the time between the two of you, because while you argue that you’re an adult who’s fully capable of handling your own safety, he argues that he’s just trying to protect you and that for both of your sakes, you need to heed his advice. I imagine one of these arguments gets so heated that he just comes out of the box and admits to you that he’s not doing it only out of obligation, but out of the intense love he feels for you. 

Ratchet: He’s definitely more mature than the others about it. He worries about you, but knows that you’re a capable adult, and that you aren’t his property to protect and lock down, but a beautiful, thinking, strong techno-organic who he simply wants to see happy. So, his form of protectiveness is mostly just tagging along when you go places and helping you when you either ask for it or clearly need it, but those things don’t happen very often. He’s happy supporting and loving you from the sidelines.

Bulkhead: You revealed that you were techno-organic to the Autobots as soon as you met and that you’d grown up that way after some sort of failed experiment that you didn’t want to get into the traumatic details of, but Bulkhead felt like he understood you pretty well. Both of you were large and scary compared to others of your species, often feared without others getting to know you first because of your power, judged without question, so he felt like he got you to a certain extent. He becomes noticeably protective of you after you start trying to join their battles with the Decepticons against Optimus’s orders, telling you that it’s not your responsibility to get involved in their conflict. You end up confessing afterwards that you love him and appreciate how kind he’s been to you, and that any battle of his is a battle of yours, and he can’t help but feel the same way. 

Bumblebee: Bumblebee is both irresponsible and obsessed with you from the very start, which is a horrible combo. He was interested in you before he found out you were techno-organic, before you even technically joined their team, but for some reason, when you revealed your powers to the Autobot team to protect him from Blitzwing in the middle of a battle, he was told by Optimus to protect you- which made sense, of course. Decepticons were closing in on them and both the Elite Guard and the Decepticons wanted to take you for their own causes, and with Bumblebee being the closest to you and the best at getting out of conflicts fast, it was his job. He doesn’t take it as seriously as he probably should and uses it as an excuse to spend time with you, but you don’t seem to mind, enjoying the time watching movies and playing videogames and teaching him your hobbies/skills. 

Prowl: Prowl finds techno-organics quite fascinating; you’re soft skin and (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) with metal on your body in your transformed mode. You’re very alive and soft and delicate, but strong and durable and tough at the same time. He admires your beauty, your intelligence, your abilities, and doesn’t mind you assisting him and his team in combat like some of the others would, but he finds that he frequently has to help you assist in warding off attempts from Decepticons like Starscream, Lugnut, Blitzwing, and even Swindle to convince you to join them and help their cause with your powers. He doesn’t mind that either, enjoys the bonding that comes with battling by your side, even. The two of you sneak off a lot and go on camping trips together.

Ultra Magnus: The main reason you interact with him is that since unlike Sari, you’re an adult, and he wants to get to the bottom of how Cybertronian technology got into human hands to make techno-organics like yourself and Sari. So, with you and your team’s permission, he has the best scientists in the Elite Guard come to earth to do studies and research on you. He’s typically around supervising, and you and him become close, to say the least. He didn’t think he’d have much in common with you since you’re a young adult human and he’s an older Cybertronian, but you two have a lot of the same struggles; alienated by those you’re around for the power you hold, a lack of close relationships, unsure of how to handle all of your responsibility and the pressure to perform that comes with both of your positions. It’s difficult, and though he doesn’t divulge much, he finds it therapeutic to talk to you when no one else is around and finds himself harboring feelings for you after a while. 

Sentinel Prime: Sentinel assumes you’re just any regular human until he sees you absolutely clobber the Headmaster in your newly transformed, techno-organic body to get his body back for him after you and Optimus find his head on the city streets of Detroit. He didn’t know you possessed that kind of power and realized there was a reason for that lack of knowledge when Optimus immediately started scolding you for using your powers. After that, you were on the news since some reporter caught camera footage of you in your robotic form, and Decepticons started trying to lure you out of the base and talk to you/talk you into joining them. If Sentinel was being honest, he’d been wary of you at first for being organic, but after you stepped up to get his body back for him with Optimus despite him having been so rude to you, his opinion changed, and he quickly started developing feelings. So, he volunteered himself to help guard you from the Decepticons and train you to fully utilize your abilities, even if you were fully capable. Throughout the weeks of him being by your side, he softens up around you a lot, learning to laugh and joke and even be vulnerable with you until it hits him- oh, dear, he’s smitten with you. Definitely the most protective out of all of the Autobots and doesn’t like you being out of his sight, loves spending time with you even though he won’t admit it, etc. 

Jazz: He thinks you’re neat! As a bot who loves earth and earth culture, he’s fascinated by you, someone who’s both human and Cybertronian by the looks of it; you’re beautiful, intelligent, strong, and have an array of powers that you don’t bother hiding from anyone. However, that makes you a prime target for the Decepticons, who try to either eliminate you or recruit you whenever you have encounters, so Jazz is put in charge of keeping you safe and away from Autobot/Decepticon encounters while he’s on earth. You’re upset by it at first, upset that you can’t help your friends and need to be protected, but Jazz tries to ease the brunt of the emotional wound by keeping you company instead of acting only as a guard. The two of you share earth music, talk into the late hours of the night, and go exploring your favorite spots despite everyone telling you to stay at the base (it’s fine as long as he’s protecting you, right?). He falls for you pretty quick, admiring your strength and sense of adventure, and he has no problem singing his praises to you.

[elfwoodfae]

“Complications”

Summary: After finding out by accident Dr.Wells’ secret, your relationship with him gets complicated as he doesn’t let anyone else close to you while you work a project for him.

Author‘s note: please if you are a minor don’t read. This piece contains smut. Do not read if you are under 18. This is the first piece of smut I write and publish, please be kind but criticism is always welcome. Feel free to reblog if you like, just don’t claim as your own please. Also tumblr is being weird and not letting me edit the space in between paragraphs better so sorry for that. Credits for the gif to the owner, I found it on Google and just cropped it.

Warning: Smut.

It had been an accident really. How you found out about his secret. A simple error in his calculations. It was a Wednesday night, the whole team had left by then, or at least he thought they had. He hasn’t counted on you coming back for something and as quiet as you were, it was no surprise when you caught him opening the time vault to come out of there, walking non the less.

There you stood, mouth opening and closing like a little fish, he hasn’t see you yet, but as fate had it the tool you were holding fell to the floor, making a loud noise. Turning his head around at a speed that had to for sure had given him a wishsplash he stared at you. Tilting his neck a little he moved in your direction with the beginning of a smirk forming in his lips. He wasn’t worried. He would get rid off you if he needed to keep his secret safe. Once he was in front of you you finally reacted, closed your mouth only to open it a second later.

“Why?” Was the only word that came out of your mouth. You couldn’t understand why would he lie. He raised an eyebrow as he approached you even more.

“You will need to specify a little more in your question y/n, why what?” It was easy to see he was thinking what to do with you after you had found out about him.

“Why would you lie about being able to walk Dr.Wells? And why were you coming out of that room in the wall? Do the others know about that room? What are you hiding?”

“I said specify, not add three more questions y/n, but to answer you, I lied because is in my convenience for the rest of the team to believe I’m, and that room in the wall is my time vault, as to what I’m hiding well there’s no point in denying it to you as you have already interrupted my plan. Your help was something I need and was counting on but not for it to happen this soon.” Your eyes widened as his hand came up to your eye level and started to vibrate.

“Is you isn’t it? You are the man in yellow , the ones we have been trying to catch!” Your lip started quivering, from fear and rage. This man who you all had trusted and confided in was the very same nightmare you and the rest had been trying to fight. Of course he was always one step ahead.

“Yes, is me” he replied in a whisper, his voice low and husky. “And now if you want your heart to keep beating, you will do exactly as I say” he lowered his hand closer to your chest, making you tremble in fear thinking this was it.

“I need you to build for me a tachyon enhancer,” he continued. “And I need you to keep this” he signaled with his free hand in between you and him “our secret, don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try to tell the others, I’m after all always one step ahead.” With a flick of his wrist his hand stopped vibrating and as he moved to the side you made your way out of the lab still in shock. As the elevator doors were about to close you heard him wish you a goodnight, but you were too shocked to be able to process any of what was happening.

That incident had been a week ago and every second of the day you were on edge, always nervous whenever he was around and you were sure the rest of them were catching on that something was wrong with you.

You were working in your work station, a small lab a little away from the cortex, the tachyon enhancer he wanted was in process and as you twisted and secured a few of the screws you turned around completely oblivious to the world as your headphones were on your ears. The moment you turned around your hand flew to your chest as a mini heart attack threaten to appear as you came face to face with Dr.Wells.

“Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed, yanking the headphones out of your ears. He only stared at you waiting for your breathing to regulate before speaking.

“How’s our little project coming along?”

“I am working on it as fast as I can without raising questions from Cisco when he passes by, if I spend all the time here on it they are bound to grow suspicious.” He nodded and wheeled himself out of your lab. You had been thinking all day and night in how could you let Barry know what was going on, how to tell him who Wells really was without the man realizing it and ending your life in the process.

As if by a miracle Cisco came up with the idea that you all should go out for drinks, Barry would invite Iris and it would be the perfect opportunity to be out and talk to him without looking suspicious as all of you went out for drinks every once in a while. In there without being too obvious maybe you would be able to get Barry alone and speak to him.

“I need a drink or ten” you commented to Caitlyn as you all made your way to the elevators.

“Alright so Barry will pickup Iris and Caitlyn will pick you and then me and we meet at the bar” commented Cisco turning around and pointing at us.

“That sounds perfect to me” You said as you tried to give him the most genuine smile you could muster given the past few days.

Once alone in your apartment you started to get ready and think about what this past couple of days had been, how fast your life had taken a turn, you felt dirty, you wanted to tell them so much what had been happening but you couldn’t, not without risking a hand going through your chest. Just thinking about it made a hole open in your stomach. What you needed was a good night of drinks and some fun if a candidate appeared, you told yourself . Picking a dress a little too short and some high heels, you let your hair loose and run down your back. As you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door to greet Caity and Cisco your phone rang with a message.

“Don’t even think for a moment I won’t know if you so much as try to tell them.” You didn’t need to read the number to know who the message was from and dread filled you as you looked around in fear trying to spot him somewhere, hiding in the shadows. You jumped as Cisco knocked loudly on the door and called for you to hurry up.

The night had been promising, the bar was full and the music loud. Drink after drink seemed like the only solution tonight. Dancing and talking with your friends you started to relax a little bit more, your plan to tell them long forgotten since that message.

Around midnight you spotted a guy who caught your attention and as you made conversation with him you realized this is the distraction you were looking for. Walking over to the team you informed them you would leave with a friend and to not worry if anything were to happen you would let them know instantly. As you made it to the door of your building said stranger was kissing you, as you smiled in the kiss and and played with his hair his hand was running up against your thigh, the kiss deepened as you struggled with the key to open the door and in the moment you finally opened it and were about to pull him inside in a gush of wind and lightning he disappeared. Shock and rage filled you as you banged your forehead against the door and closed your eyes to take a breath. You knew who had done it, and to confirm your suspicions the moment you opened your eyes you were met with a pair of red glowing ones and a distorted face in a yellow suit. But as you were about to open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind he disappeared.

The next day at the lab Caitlyn asked you how it had been with your friend and you sadly had to tell her that something had come up and he had to leave.

“What a shame, he was cute, maybe you will see him again” she commented, trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah he was really cute,” you said “and who knows yeah I probably will see him again” you said making sure to glare daggers at Harrison, who was looking over at you two from the hallway that connected to the cortex.

“ Miss l/n a word please?” He asked in that tone that made everyone believe he was just worried or looking out for all of you. Getting up you walked after him, following to the lab farther away from the cortex, where no one was sure to listen or walk in by accident. As you got there, you used the little courage you had left to confront him.

“What was that last night?!” “What is it to you who I take him?” You questioned him, crossing your arms over your chest. He rubbed two fingers over his lips and stared at you with those piercing eyes that felt as if they could look inside your soul and as he lowered his hand he got up from his chair, towering over you, making you feel small and reminding you how intimidating he could be. He walked over to you in slow long strides, moving his arms to rest each one next to your body, caging you in in between the desk and himself.

“I don’t like distractions in my plans” his voice was low almost a whisper, “have we met in different circumstances it would had probably even been fun” he said. You could only look at him, and it could be the adrenaline of the moment or his close proximity but you found yourself feeling a low tingle in your stomach and the temperature of your body rise to the sky. It wasn’t a lie that he was attractive and smelled in a way that made you want to bury your noise in his neck. Your body betrayed you as you felt heat pool in between your legs and tried to focus your attention on him, only to realize that you haven’t heard a single word of what he had said and only catches the phrase “adhere to the plan.” And with that he pulled back away from you and sat back on the chair.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Your mind kept playing that moment over and over again. His voice, so close to your face, his lips, the way he moved, so dominating and confident, knowing he had the upper hand , that he had power over you, and his smell. The way he smelled, musky and clean. It was intoxicating and you wondered how you had never smelled him before.

After that incident you haven’t been able to be alone with him without thinking about it, or going as far as to imagine what would it feel like if he kissed you. You had a feeling he was a dominant man in bed. Your eyes widened as you realized just what you had been thinking about and realizing you needed a distraction you stopped your work on his tachyon enhancer and went to collect your things to leave a little earlier, taking advantage that he was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding in his room in the wall or hole in the wall as you called it.

Tonight was the night you would finally have some fun. Dressed in a very sexy black silky dress you decided to find some place to clear your mind with and after a few drinks and some luck maybe find some company too.

A few too many drinks you found yourself a little drunk but with the perfect company of a guy you had been talking to for the past half hour and making your way to your apartment everything seemed to be going smoothly. But as fate had it, in the moment you both made it through the door and he started kissing you and moving his hands to the zipper of your dress, in a fit of lighting he was gone, once again, another man with who you were about to have fun with was gone, and of course in his place was the man in the yellow suit. With the liquid courage so many drinks had given you, you pointed your finger at him.

“What is your problem!!” You attempted to smack him chest with your close fist. “What is it to you! Why do you care who I sleep with?” You screamed at him, tired of his constant interruptions. Grabbing your hand and in the blink of an eye he had you against the wall. His mask was pulled down and his red eyes stared at you. Your breath caught in your throat at his proximity and the position he had you in. “As I told you, I don’t like distractions, and you are becoming one big one, I also don’t like sharing, if I cannot have you, then nobody can” he said, his voice deep and distorted.

It took a second for your brain to process what he was saying and in between the alcohol in your system and his presence you started to blush, your mouth was semi open, unable to said anything.

Slowly he moved closer to you and as you closed your eyes his lips crashed into yours. His kiss was dominating, passionate, it made your knees tremble and your hand instinctively moved to his hair. One of his arms moved to the wall next to your head as the other came to rest in your waist. The kiss deepened, his tongue intrusively moved inside your mouth and you moaned into the kiss which only served to spur him on as he squeezed your waist and moved the hand on the wall and buried his fingers in your hair, keeping you in place.

He broke away, only to start kissing along your jaw down to your neck, moving lower he found that sensitive spot in between your neck and shoulder and when your head moved back and you pulled his hair at the pleasure, he made sure to suck on your skin and bite into it, gaining a long moan out of you.

“Which way is your room?” He asked in between kisses, his voice low and husky, as he lifted both your legs and you wrapped them around him. “Second door to the right” you said breathlessly as he sped you both away into it. Kneeling down on the bed he started to caress your thigh moving up to grab the bottom of your dress and lift it over your head, leaving you naked to him. You shivered and as he kissed his way down your shoulders and chest his hand came up your sides grazing the curve of your breast. Your hands played with his hair as you tried to feel if there was a zipper or a way to get him out of the suit.

Laying you back he phased himself out of the suit, moving his hands to your hair to hold you in place he kissed you passionately as he devoured your mouth your hands caressed all over him, feeling his skin, his toned arms, the curve of his shoulders and the way his back muscle flexed at the effort of holding himself over you. His hand moved up and down your thigh and as it got close to your butt cheek he moved his thumb slowly around the inside of your thigh right where it met the curve of your ass, feeling how warm and hot you were for him. The moment his thumb went over your entrance you moaned hard into his mouth. Breaking the kiss he held your hands over your head with one hand and started kissing down your neck to your breast, marking the soft skin of your breast, sucking and leaving small bites in it, making you squirm under him.

His other hand worked around your entrance, yanking down your underwear he ran a finger over, feeling your wetness and groaning at the feeling of your heat. Vibrating his thumb he moved over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure as one finger eased his way into you, and as he increased the speed added a second finger, stretching you, making you moan and arch your back as you tried to break your hands free.

Once out of his grip your hands went to his hair as you pulled him up to kiss you again, his eyes bore into yours, as he fingered you, watching you squirm and close your eyes at the pleasure. Your hand ran down his stomach, feeling his muscles, trying to get to his boxers and touch him.

That’s when it hit him how far he had allowed himself to let this go, you were a distraction to his plan, he was putting all of his work in danger for this, but he had been alone for so long, for fifteen years he had missed the touch of someone else, he was letting his rational size take control once again, he couldn’t allow this to go any farther, but as soon as your hand grasped his cock he knew all though process went out the window, he was impossibly hard and the second you stroke him down he had to bury his face in your neck to conceal a moan that was threatening to escape, he couldn’t hold on too much longer, it had been too long for him and the only thought in his head was how desperately he needed to be buried balls deep inside of you. He started to vibrate the fingers inside of you and you started to feel your orgasm get closer, as he vibrates his thumb faster your eyes rolled back and you moaned hard under him, pulling at the nape of his neck and scratching his shoulder. If coming over his fingers had felt this good you couldn’t wait for what coming over his cock would feel like.

Looking into your eyes he waited a second for you to look at him and decide if you wanted him to stop, he honestly thought you would realize what you were doing by now and demand him to leave, but instead you grabbed his face and kissed him hard while you struggled to take his boxers off, once his cock was free, you moved your hips against his, feeling his tip slide in between your folds, making you moan into the kiss, grabbing your waist , he hid his face in your neck, bitting down on you as he started to push his cock into you.

Groaning at the sensation of your wet walls squeezing him and for a second he forgot all about his plan, all about everything as the feeling of being inside of you consumed him.

Thrusting slowly into you he started to move. Making you moan in pleasure and grabbing his shoulders, scratching his back at the feeling of him bottoming out into you. His hand moved to your thigh, moving it over his hip, making you wrap it around him, giving him a better angle to go deeper, hitting that spot inside that made your eyes roll back and your back arch. Enjoying your reaction he kept hitting at that angle, loving the feeling of you squirming under him, in a moaning mess, sweat grazing your forehead as you tried to beg him to go faster. He knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed watching you try to form words to ask him for it.

“Move… move faster please” you begged him in between thrusts. He only moaned in response and started to move his hand down your abdomen, vibrating his fingers over your clit and speeding up his thrusts. You felt yourself clinging to his shoulders and scratching his back at the pleasure, your walls started tighten around him, squeezing him as you started to come, taking in a breath and squeezing your eyes shot as your orgasm came over you, coming around him was an addicting feeling, his cock moving in and out of you, hitting that spot in you while you came was too much for you as you moaned hard in the air, it felt like a shock, like electricity pumping through your veins, it was a feeling you never wanted to end. His trust became erratic, he was close, he bit down your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he came deep inside of you, enjoying every second of it, it had been literal centuries since the last time he had done this, and the feeling was excruciating.

Giving you a few seconds to breathe and come down from your high he kept his face in your neck breathing into your hair calming his breathing. Lifting himself off of you he saw the sloppy smile playing on your lips, your pupils dilated as you looked at him, cheeks flushes from the alcohol and effort. He doubted you would remember much in the morning. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate things. But he was sure he would have to do something about it if it interfered with his plan.

Slowly he moved out of you, as you turned into your side, too tired to think now, slowly drifting into sleep. He sped around the room getting into his suit and making his way back to the lab, he needed to think and check with Guideon that the article hadn’t changed.

The next morning you woke up with a raging headache, looking around slowly you notice a bottles of pills in your nightstand and a glass of water. You wondered how much exactly did you he to drink last night. Rubbing your forehead with your hands it took exactly 5 seconds and a sticky feeling in between your legs for you brain to catch up with what had happened last night and as a dread feeling came over you, you wondered how could you go back to the labs and face him. Not only him but the rest of the team now that you had literally slept with the enemy, and the worst part is that you didn’t regret how good it had felt to have him deep inside of you.

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