#365 drabbles challenge

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN a little after the 14th of November, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 13 (SS) – Week 15 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Reign

"Primus, I need a break," Smokescreen muttered, wiping the energon away from his mouth. He turned to Megatron, smirking tiredly. "That all you got?"

Megatron snarled and lunged at the smaller bot. Smokescreen gasped, nearly collapsing as the warlord seized one of his doorwings in a vice.

"Do not think you can even hope to challenge me, Autobot," Megatron said harshly, shaking him. "You may have the Matrix of Leadership, but you are no Optimus Prime. You are simply an Autobot lackey who happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Smokescreen scoffed. "Tell me something I don't know."

Recall

There was actually very little Smokescreen could recall from his past. He could remember being handed off to a certain Autobot squad for nurturing - not like he'd received much nurture, seeing as Prowl was the head of said squad - but everything before then was blank. Which was strange considering that he hadn't been all  that  young when he'd been handed off.

If he thought hard enough about it though, he could recall some small things; a bright light, a vast room, murmurs and occasional shouts, and a smiling voice saying, "...hope indeed. Oh, newspark, you are destined for great things."

Miracle

Smokescreen pulled himself upward, using the restraints holding his arms to his advantage, then dropped his weight sharply. The restraints remained as firm as ever, and another stab of pain jolted through his already aching shoulder joints.

Smokescreen groaned. "Maybe I should change tactics."

The bot hanging beside him scoffed dully. "Give it up, kid. You've been at it for days now. What makes you think you'll make it out now?"

"Beats giving up," Smokescreen retorted. "Like you."

"C'mon, kid... No one's ever escaped from this ship. It'd take a miracle."

"Good thing I'm the kinda guy who's willing to believe in miracles."

Cavity

Smokescreen had come with complaints that his transformations felt 'uncomfortable', a problem that had been ailing him since sometime after escaping Megatron's warship. Ratchet scanned him, and discovered that there was a large cavity in the young bot's torso area. Ratchet was baffled, but he was forming a theory.

"Smokescreen," he said slowly. "When the Omega Key was extracted from your chassis, how did it feel?"

"Why?"

"Answer the question."

Smokescreen shrugged, scowling. "I dunno. Kinda painful, I guess. Like a part of my protoform was being pulled out."

"Well..." Ratchet muttered. "According to these readings, that seems to be essentially what happened."

Little

The sparkling held up the glitch-mouse, grinning proudly. "Can I keep it?"

Prowl's answer was short. "No."

"Please!"

"No, Smokescreen," Prowl repeated firmly. "We have enough of a problem with these pests as it is."

The sparkling's demeanor changed abruptly; his doorwings dropped and his smile fell. "Like me?"

This caught Prowl off guard. "What?"

Panic flashed across the sparkling's face, and he lowered his helm. "Nothing, never mind." He turned away, the glitch-mouse still cradled in his servos. "I'll put 'im outside."

Doorwings miserably limp, the sparkling trudged out the office, leaving Prowl to wonder what had just happened.

[roblingoblin285]

Day 116: "You're making a mess" (Out of Their Element)

kitty burger, i know you're reading. just know you are the only reason i managed to finish this piece. (no, i did not proofread it, good luck)

“Rob? You look freezing, kiddo. What happened?”

“I hope you fucking freeze out there. Jesus, if I’d known how much trouble you’d be I would’ve left you out there in the first place.”

“Come inside, okay? You’re making a mess of your clothes with all that mud.”

“You’re making a fucking mess. Look at this floor, does this look clean to you? Does it?”

“Is that blood? Please look at me, Rob. Where are you hurt?”

“There’s blood all over the place. Hey, look at me, brat-”

Rob gasped, stumbling backward and tripping over the edge of the carpet. He went down hard and couldn’t help but cry out as the fall tore at his already-aggravated wounds, eyes watering. He could just make out Sage standing in front of him and talking, face full of concern, but he couldn’t hear the words over the sound of blood roaring in his ears.

A gentle hand landed on his shoulder and he flinched violently, banging his head on the wall behind him. Pain rippled through the back of his skull and he whined, falling back to the floor in a heap.

“It’s alright! I’m sorry, kid, I really am. It’s just me.”

Rob blinked the tears from his eyes, realizing the hand was Sage’s. They were kneeling in front of him now, arms outstretched in a show of peace.

“Everything’s okay, sunshine,” they said quietly, “Just-”

Sage was nearly knocked into the opposite wall as Rob launched himself at them, curling his hands into their robe and sobbing into their chest. Sage recovered themselves quickly, wrapping their arms around the boy.

“There you go, kiddo. Easy now.” Sage scratched the nape of Rob’s neck, twirling his curly hair around their fingers soothingly. “Breathe for me, okay? Just one deep breath.”

Rob’s chest stuttered as he fought to obey, barely managing it before dissolving into tears once more. “I-I’m sorry,” he cried out, unsure what he was even apologizing for. “Please, s-sir-”

“None of that,” Sage said quickly, running their nails across his scalp. “Nothing to apologize for, sunshine. Just take it easy.”

Thank you for reading! Asks are always welcome about anything, and I appreciate your support! If you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist, please submit an ask or leave a reply. 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz Fall From Grace + adjacent taglist: @thekittyburger

[diorleclerc]

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

can’t celebrate a ben hate club member’s birthday without a golf themed drabble :) @libraryofloveletters

carlos wanted to try and get you more into one of his favorite hobbies

you already hated golf but after watching that one scene in 365 days, it just made you despise the sport even more

while carlos was determined to make you enjoy the sport, you were trying to get him to take you home

“babe, do you think you can help me? i don’t think i’m holding this right,” you say, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend

he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you to fix your hands on the golf club

while he’s adjusting your grip, you purposely push your ass back against him

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, hands holding your hips to stop you from grinding against him

“i’m not doing anything. i’m just trying to get the perfect stance,” you say innocently

the golf course was empty except for the two of you so carlos came up with a little plan to spice things up

“how about we make this a little more fun,” carlos suggests

“i don’t see how golf can be fun but sure. what do you have in mind?” you ask

“if you make a hole in one, i’ll give you an orgasm,” he starts

“and if it’s not a hole in one?” you ask, feeling his hand slip underneath you skirt to grab your ass

“then i edge you for every hit until the ball goes in.”

you didn’t think it’d be too hard so you took him up on his challenge

you knew for sure that you wouldn’t be able to get a hole in one

but you thought that it’d only take you two or three hits and you could handle him edging you three times

but it took you five hits to finally get the stupid ball in the hole

and that’s exactly what led to your situation right now, seated on his lap on the golf cart with his hand up your skirt while he brings you to the edge for the third time

“having fun yet baby? or do you still think golf is boring?” carlos teases, removing his fingers while you calmed down from another ruined orgasm

tears have welled up in your eyes and a part of him feels bad but the other part loves getting you all desperate and needy for him

“would be having a lot more fun if you let me cum,” you huff

“that wasn’t the rules of the game though,” he smiles sweetly, making you roll your eyes

“just two more then i’ll let you cum,” he says and his fingers are back inside you

he brings you to the edge once again and you think he’s going to be nice and let you cum but his fingers leave you

you’re nearly crying by now and he just kisses you sweetly, waiting a few more seconds before his fingers slip back into you

“doing so good, baby. one more. you can take it,” he whispers

after what felt like the hundredth time he’s denied you today, he’s finally done edging you and works to make you cum, which doesn’t take long at all

“cum for me princess. go on, you deserve it.”

he presses his lips to yours right before you cum, swallowing up every moan you let into his mouth

his fingers slow to a stop then slip out of you

he breaks the kiss and brings his fingers up to your lips, sliding them into your mouth

you lick them clean, biting them softly and making him chuckle before he pulls them out of your mouth

“so, can we leave now?” you ask and he shakes his head

“oh no, i wanna see you riding me right here with this cute little skirt on,” he says

[the-blind-assassin-12]

What Fools

June Drabbles 2022... in 2023  Days 16 & 25 - Flower Crown & Midsummer 

A/N: Better 365 days late than never, right? Hahahaha. This was the ONE AND ONLY one shot that I did not finish from last year’s June drabble challenge, and damnit I wasn’t going to let another whole June pass without giving this one its due. Dieter and Reader deserve it so here we are. This one takes place in the Bad Idea universe, after Vena Amoris. 

Word Count: 5, 636 

Warnings: language, brief smut, mention of needles/tattooing, stupid fucking tabloids, Dieter’s hair in the sunlight 

Summary: You have a gallery opening in L.A. Dieter has a part in a play in New York. You can’t be in two places at once, but you can do something to illustrate how important your relationship is - and how important it will always be.

You were already awake when your alarm sounded, the tingling chime mixing with the gravel of Dieter’s groan to draw a smile across your face. Good morning to you, too, Bravo. One of your hands came up to cover the arm that he’d flung heavily over you in an attempt to keep you in place while the other reached for your phone on the nightstand. Eyes still shut, you groped blindly until your fingers closed around the device and you let out a sigh. Time to start the day. 

Dieter had a different suggestion, though, and he gave it to you as you finally blinked yourself awake enough to silence your alarm, his arm snaking more tightly around your middle.

“Throw it out the fucking window.”  His lips were still pressed to the top of your shoulder, the skin there damp from the drag of his mouth and the flick of his tongue, which was what had actually woken you up. His warm breath combined with the low rumble of the words he spoke directly into your flesh sent a slow moving heat wave through your lower belly. The fact that you could feel him straining at his pajama pants, already half-hard, and not at all shy about it, only fueled the growing flame. 

Oh, this man is going to be the death of me before eight a.m. on a Monday. 

“Stay in bed until mine goes off.” His touch roved up beneath the hem of your tank top, fingertips brushing lightly over your abdomen before drifting up to stroke the underside and inner curves of your breasts. “I’m not done sleeping with you yet.” 

You took a slow breath in through your nose, letting it out in a hum as you shifted your hips teasingly back into him. I can play that game, too. At the increased friction, he released a throaty sigh that devolved into something deeper, and you felt the scrape of his teeth where your neck met your shoulder. You’d purposely set your alarm twenty- five minutes earlier than you needed to, because you knew how difficult leaving the bed would be that morning. And because you knew Dieter, you knew he would do you no favors in making it any easier. And I don’t want him to. 

Your grin grew as you rolled your lower half against him again. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Dieter.” Reaching back with the arm that had been resting atop his, you raked your fingernails through the untamed curls and waves of his hair. He responded with another groan from where he was mouthing at the skin behind your ear, the sound vibrating through you and spurring you on. “Can’t miss my flight. I have that dinner meeting, remember? And today’s your last dress rehearsal. You have to-” 

He cut you short by turning you to your back and lowering himself down over you, pinning you to the bed with his hips. “Your flight’s not until noon, and I don’t have to be anywhere-” The tip of his nose trailed along your jawbone until his lips could land perfectly in the place that he knew would turn you to jelly before finishing his sentence. “-until two fucking thirty. And you know it.” 

“Was it two thirty?” You hummed as your head tipped back into your pillow, exposing more of your throat to Dieter’s insatiable mouth. “I thought it was ten thirty.”  

“Nope.” I know. He shook his head, the sleep rumpled ends of his hair tickling your chin as he kissed across your collarbone. Using one finger, he slid the strap of your top aside so he could continue. That feels amazing. Your hands dove under his shirt, palms gliding up the warm, wide plane of his back as the fabric bunched up on your forearms. “‘S two thirty.” He mumbled, letting you pull the practically threadbare undershirt over his head until he was only wearing it by the sleeves. “And until then?” Lifting himself onto his left elbow, he yanked his right arm free before switching to do the same on the other side, your body still caged beneath him and a mischievous glint chasing the rest of the grogginess from his eyes. “There’s only one thing on my agenda.”

You arched one eyebrow, tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you shifted your lower half against him. “Just one?” 

Dieter didn’t hesitate before he nodded. “Just one.” 

Within seconds your tank top had joined his tee on the floor, your underwear following not long after, and then the foil wrapper of a condom from your nightstand drawer fluttered down to top off the pile as Dieter got to work on his to-do list.  

Summer had the tendency to either stretch and pull like boardwalk taffy, languid and slow, or else swirl to a rapid close, whipping from June straight into August with all the speed and grace of a hurricane. The current summer had been a mix of both. Dieter’s work had pulled him away to Los Angeles for the better part of June. While you missed him when he was away, you had been just as busy with the summer session you’d agreed to teach, and so the weeks had passed relatively quickly. Once he was back in your apartment, though - in your arms and in your bed - the two of you had worked to melt the hours instead of burn them away, relishing the few days that neither of you had any commitments outside of each other. 

But with Dieter being cast in A Midsummer Night’s Dream for Shakespeare in the park, and you traveling for gallery openings and conferences, the two of you had to make due with the snippets of time you had together in the early hours and evenings when both of you were home. That was fine with you though, and you treated those mornings like the last drip of an ice cream cone, licking them from your fingers and savoring the flavor, letting it remind you of what was waiting once things wound down again in the Fall. 

On the other side of September. When we… when I get to… 

You gasped as he pulled back just enough to change his angle, his next thrust going deeper and pulling a low moan from your lips. 

When I get to marry you, Dieter Bravo. 

The thought of forever with him while he was buried inside you was almost enough to drag another strangled sigh from your lungs. But before that could happen, Dieter was kissing you, swallowing the sounds of your pleasure as though they could sustain him. As though he craved them just as much as he craved the rest of you. There was not a single thing about him that didn’t make you burn, and to know that he felt the same way about you only intensified it further. 

The tip of your tongue slid across his lower lip before you took the fullness of it between your teeth and sucked. Dieter responded with a husky hiss of a sigh, and a devastatingly deliberate roll of his hips. A thin sheen of sweat had started to form over your skin from the heat that he was sending through your body in waves, but you urged him even closer with both of your palms pressed into his back as though you were trying to leave your handprints in the sand before the surf came through again. You released his lip to let out a low moan that started as his name and turned into something incoherent as one of his large hands came up to cup your left cheek. His patchy beard scratched along the right side of your jaw as he worked his mouth towards your ear, and with another agonizingly, delightfully slow thrust, he growled the words that would send you crashing over the edge. 

“I Love you. So fucking much. All I need.” 

You cried out as you came, the sound muffled by his flesh as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, but audible enough to pull him right along with you. Dieter moaned into your hair and the pillow as his hips snapped and stuttered out of rhythm, his fingers spreading wide against the side of your face. The angle of his arm gave you a full view of his tattoos - both the thick black lines of the open triangle, and the colorful recreation of one of the pieces you’d created together. You reached over to trail two fingers lightly over his inner forearm. His full weight pressed down on you then as he collapsed into you, your legs twining with his and both of you panting unevenly. Oh, fuck. 

Closing your eyes you brought your hand up to the back of his head, fingers disappearing in his disheveled curls. “I love you, too, Dieter.” Your voice was thin and raspy but you knew he heard you. Making a loose grip in his hair, you tugged to lift his face level with yours, a soft shine present in his deep brown eyes that made your still-racing heart go tumbling over itself. “So fucking much.”

You kissed him slowly then, taking a breath in through your nose so you could keep your lips sealed to his for a few seconds longer, and smiling into it as you felt him do the same. On any other morning you would have pulled him into the shower with you after that. But you both knew you would have needed to set your alarm much earlier than you did to account for another round under the water while still making your flight - and the “meeting” you had scheduled shortly after landing at LAX. As you rinsed the soap from your body you grinned to yourself, imagining Dieter’s reaction when he finds out that it wasn’t a gallery owner you were meeting with that night to discuss another showing in the future, but Fiona, the same artist who did his painting tattoo. 

Because if I have to miss opening night while I’m out there, I’m going to make the best of it. 

The two of you spent the remainder of the morning in your sunlit kitchen, picking at a bowl of fruit over coffee until it was time for you to leave for the airport. When it was, he walked you down to the car that was waiting for you outside of your building. He set your suitcase down at the curb as Vince, Dieter’s personal driver whenever he was in New York, reached for it to put it in the trunk. Thanking the man, who responded with a nod and a smile, Dieter turned and placed both of his hands on your hips, using them to pull you closer. “C’mere.” 

You placed your palms flat against his chest, bare beneath the bathrobe he’d pulled on over his sleep shorts, and looked up at him. His head was tilted, the angle of it blocking the sun from shining in your eyes but allowing it to swim through the strands of his hair, still bed-rumpled despite having been awake for a few hours. The sight filled your heart and you wondered how it was possible for you to continue falling in love with him. At the same time, you knew you would never stop, and the thought from earlier repeated in your mind. 

I can’t wait to marry this man. 

You slid one hand up the side of his neck, thumb stroking the skin there. “I’m right here.” Wrinkling your nose, you leaned in to kiss the heart-shaped patch in his beard. “But I gotta go, Dieter.” 

His arms wound around your waist and shoulders as he pulled you into his body. “I know you do.” Turning his face, he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’ve got places to be.” He tightened his arms, crushing you closer. “You’re gonna knock ‘em dead.” 

You laughed, returning the hug. “So are you.” Leaning in again as he chuckled , you lowered your head this time so that your kiss landed near the hollow of his throat, a few inches above the inked butterfly on his chest. “Can’t wait to see the show when I get home.” 

“I can’t wait to see you when you get home,” he countered through a grin, stepping back to loosen his hold on you. “But yeah, I’m excited for you to see it, too. And I’m excited for the show to end, so I can get out to L.A. to see the gallery.” Dieter’s palms slid down your sides, and then he reached for both of your hands, bringing them between you. “Hey.” You felt the gentle pressure of his thumbs near your wrists as he squeezed. Blinking up at him, you watched his brown eyes soften. They still held onto some of the jovial laughter that you’d just shared, but the look in them had deepened. It took your breath away. “The collection is incredible. You should be really proud of yourself for it.” Raising your left hand, he kissed the knuckle of your ring finger, just above the stone he’d put there. “I sure as hell am.” 

“I…” You circled your wrist from his grasp and laid your hand against his cheek. “I actually am, Dieter.” Scratching your nails through his beard and into the curls that hung around his ears, you grinned at the throaty sound he made. “Thank you.” 

“Of course.” This time it was him that leaned in for a kiss, catching you slightly off guard. “Now,” he continued to kiss you as he spoke. “You better go.” His teeth closed gently around your lower lip and then released it, only to catch your lips with his once more. “So you can get back.” 

You shook your head, laughing as your nose bumped his. “Yeah, I guess I should.” Letting out a sigh, you looked up at him again, carding your fingers through his sun-drenched hair. “I love you.” 

“Love you, too. Safe flight. Call me when you land, yeah?” At that he dropped his hands to his sides, the rings on his fingers catching the midday sunlight.

You nodded. “Promise.” 

“Alright.” He winked at you. “Now get out of here.” 

–  –  –  –  

After an uneventful flight - you’d used the time to look over some capstone project proposals from the handful of students you’d agreed to take on for the final summer session - you landed in sunny Los Angeles. As soon as you’d gotten your suitcase from baggage claim, you pulled out your phone to call Dieter, pressing the video button and waiting for him to pick up. He might not though. You turned your wrist to check your watch. Dress rehearsal starts soon, so… 

But just as you were getting ready to hang up and shoot him a text instead, Dieter’s face filled your screen and you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at the sight of him. Two stubby little prosthetic horns had been attached to his forehead, and they peeked out between his curls which had been styled with super hold gel. Set around his head and balanced on the horns, was a crown of colorful blossoms - snapdragons, hyacinth and larkspur. You recalled the conversation when he told you that he’d personally requested those specific flowers be part of his costume, because they symbolized deception, playfulness and haughtiness, all qualities that his jesterlike character embodied and ones that he wanted to make sure were represented. Stickler for the details, aren’t you, Dieter? 

It was part of what made him so good at what he did, the way he tried to completely immerse himself in the identity of his characters. You realized, though, that it didn’t end with acting, that Dieter paid the same level of attention to everything he cared about. Oh I love this man so much it's stupid. 

Pressing your lips together as you hid another laugh, you finally greeted him. “Oh, wow. Hey there, handsome.” Pointing to the wreath of blossoms, you smiled. “Looks good.” 

“Hey yourself.” He flashed a grin that you felt through the screen. “You look good.” 

That earned him an eye roll. “Dieter.” From the way his grin broke into a chuckle, you could tell that the screen and the distance did nothing to dilute the feeling for him, either. “I just got off a five and a half hour flight. I look like-”

“Like I want to do things to you.” His tone turned into gravel and you nearly stumbled over your feet. Oh, fuck. “That’s what you look like right now.” He tilted his head and the flower halo shifted. “Things that’ll make you-” 

“Jesus, Dieter!” Your eyes went wide as you cut him off, and then you were both laughing again. “You know, they really nailed it with your casting for this play. You as Puck? You’re just as-”

Poking at the tip of one of the protrusions from his forehead, he lifted an eyebrow. “Horny?” 

You groaned and gave him another eye roll that turned into a smirk. “Well I was going to say mischievous, but yeah, that works too.” 

“Only for you though.” 

From anyone else in the world it would have sounded like some cheesy line. It would have sounded smarmy - like something someone would say to deflect your attention from something they didn’t want you to know. But not from Dieter. From him it was sincere - he’d never been anything but sincere with you, right from the start. “Yeah,” you responded, biting down on your lower lip. “Same goes for me with you, Bravo.” 

Someone out of view called Dieter’s name, and he turned to let them know that he’d be right there. With a sigh, he turned back to you. “Alright, looks like they’re ready to get started. I have to go.” He said your name then, staring straight into the camera so that it was almost like he was looking in your eyes. “Good luck with your meeting. Can’t wait to hear about it later.” 

You thanked him, telling him that you hoped rehearsal went well and that you’d call him later that night before you went to bed. And the whole time you hoped that he couldn’t read the excitement that you were barely concealing over the truth about your “meeting.” 

As soon as you finished your call with Dieter, you opened the text thread that you had with Fiona. Scrolling through the messages that you’d sent back and forth over the past few weeks discussing the details of your tattoo, you smiled to yourself. You’d had the idea as soon as Dieter had gotten back to New York after his last trip out to the West Coast, when he’d had Fiona reproduce a sliver of one of the paintings the two of you had worked on together on his inner arm. Yours was going to be a different cut section of the piece to complement Dieter’s, and smaller than his. Fiona was almost as excited as you were to be able to make it happen even though you’d only be out in L.A. for a few days. Typing out a quick message to let her know that you just had to drop your things off at the apartment - the one Dieter had lived in before the two of you started living together, and that he decided to keep so that either of you would have a familiar place to stay when you were traveling for work - before you’d be on your way over to her shop. She sent back a string of thumbs up and excited emojis along with a “see you soon!” and then you were on your way. 

–  –  –  –  

The tattoo took a few hours, but true to what Dieter had said about the woman’s technique and personality, it didn’t feel that long. There were areas that hurt more than others, but she warned you about them before she started on those spots, and there was no part of it that was that bad. You even felt yourself relaxing at one point, watching in a trance as she filled in the colors to bring the art to life on your arm. When she needed to take a break to stretch, she brought you back an iced tea and the two of you chatted for a while as though you’d known her for much longer than a day. 

“You and Dieter are great,” she said, just before getting ready to settle in to finish. Her smile was bright. “I can tell how happy you both make each other and-” She gestured at your arm. “Well this is just some real romantic shit.” That had gotten you to laugh, the woman joining you. “I mean that in the best way possible, by the way. Seriously, I’ve done all the cliche couples tattoos you could possibly imagine. And then about a million more.” She sighed and sat back down on her stool, waiting for you to make yourself comfortable again, too. “But this? This is unique just to you two. And I know we just met today, but that is very Dieter, and it seems really right for you, too. I’m just… I’m happy for you both.” 

Your cheeks hurt almost as much as your arm as you grinned at her words, thanking her. “It means a lot to hear that.” 

She nodded then, asking if you were ready for the final details. Before you knew it, the design was done and the woman was cleaning and wrapping your arm, giving you instructions on how to take care of it for the next few days. Luckily, you’d thought ahead and packed dresses and tops with loose fitting sleeves for the two night gallery event, wanting both to be comfortable in the warm weather, and to be able to conceal your surprise until you got home. You thanked Fiona again, letting her know that you’d add her and her boyfriend to the guest list for the gallery opening if they wanted to come. She told you enthusiastically that she would be there, and after paying and tipping the woman, you headed back to the apartment. 

When you were finally settled in - suitcase unpacked, takeout delivered, and clothes changed - you pulled out your phone again to call Dieter, angling the screen carefully so that your arm wasn’t in view. This time, when his face filled the screen, it had been scrubbed of stage makeup and sans horns. But like always, your heart swelled the moment you saw him. Oh, look at him. 

He was sprawled in your bed, laying on his stomach and clutching what you realized was your pillow. His hair was wild, the way it always was when he washed it and let it air dry without running anything but his fingers through it. He looked tired, but comfortable, and happy, and when you glanced up at your own image in the corner, you saw that you looked exactly the same. Smiling at him, you spoke first. “Hey, handsome.” 

“Hi.” He adjusted his position so that less of his face was hidden by the pillow, propping himself up on one elbow, his whole face lighting up with his yawning grin. “You look cozy.” 

Leaning back into the cushion of the overstuffed chair you sat in, you nodded. “I am. Be cozier with you here though.” You carefully  bent your freshly tattooed arm and laid it in your lap, making sure that the camera stayed on your face. “How was rehearsal? All set for tomorrow?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “A bunch of things went kind of …sideways?” You snorted. “But that’s the point. Means it should be smooth sailing.” He arched one brow. “For the first night, at least.” 

You hummed. “Hopefully the magic lasts until the third night so I can see you all on top of your game.” You cocked your head to one side. “Although, it might be fun to see it a little sideways, too.” 

That got a chuckle out of him, the sound deep and warm. “Yeah, well, if we all do our jobs right you’d never even know it was tilted.” That’s true. “How about you? How was the meeting? You book another show?” 

Letting out a short, hesitant laugh, you swallowed and tried not to let your eyes give you away. “Uh, well it was a good meeting. Too soon to know anything definite, but-” Your tongue slipped out to lick your lips and you fought against peeking at your tattoo. “But I’m feeling good about it.” 

“Good.” He switched the phone to his other hand and he rolled to his back, your pillow rolling with him. “And I’ll be there for that one.” 

“Dieter, I just said nothing is set in stone, so-” 

“Yeah but when it is,” he stretched his shoulders, letting out a quiet groan as he did. “I’ll be there.” 

You felt momentarily guilty over keeping the truth about where you’d been earlier from him. He’s so damn supportive and sweet. But then you remembered that when Dieter had gotten his surprise tattoo, he’d kept it hidden from you for a full month. And this is only two more nights. You sighed. “Yeah, Dieter. You will be.” 

The topic shifted back to the play then, Dieter letting you know that Anika had reached out to him because she was in the city and would be at the show. “We might get something to eat afterwards, too.” He blew out a breath and rolled his eyes. “I just wanted to tell you before the fucking internet blew up about it.” 

You groaned. “Dieter, I don’t care what people say, okay? I know how you feel about me and how I feel about you, and that’s all I care about, so-” 

“I fucking love you so damn much.” He shook his head, teeth showing through his smile. “And I know you know it. Just didn’t want you to get blind sided with it at the gallery thing. Tacky headlines and shit..” 

“Thanks for telling me, Dieter.” You yawned then, the day catching up with you. “Tell Anika I said hi, and have a good time.” 

“I will. And we will.” His mouth opened wide then, and he pointed at the screen in accusation. “That was your fault. I yawned because you did.” 

“No,” you laughed. “You yawned because you’re tired. And so am I. And we both have big days tomorrow, so we should both get some sleep.” 

“Wish we were getting it in the same bed.” You and me both. 

“Dieter.” You narrowed your eyes at him and pursed your lips. “You know damn well if we were in the same bed we wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.” That earned you another laugh, this one weightier, and you knew it wouldn’t take him long to fall asleep once you hung up. I won’t be far behind him. “But yeah, I wish we were, too.” 

“You’re right though, I’m beat. I was kind of dozing off before you called, so-” 

“So let’s say goodnight, hmm?” You stood from the chair you occupied and started to make your way to the bedroom as he nodded. “I’ll talk to you before the show but crack an egg.” He rolled his eyes and snorted at your insistence to never wish him boldly harm by saying “break a leg”. Because we don’t need to invite injury. “I love you, Dieter.”

“Love you too. Sweet dreams.” 

You dreamed of him that night, though it wasn’t exactly sweet. You dreamed of him and of you. Of him doing things to you like he’d teased about when you called him from the airport. And you woke up feeling great.

–  –  –  –  

The next two days flew by, and you couldn’t have been happier about that. 

Not that you weren’t excited about what you were doing. You were thrilled. The gallery opening had gone off without a hitch. More than that, several of the pieces in the collection had sold between the two nights, leaving only a handful of others to sell throughout the duration of the showing. You’d been in touch with Dieter, too. Mostly via text, as both of you were working and not in the same time zone. But you’d talked on the phone and with video chat once or twice as well, Dieter telling you that both nights had gone well. By the time you were at LAX heading home, you were just itching to see it and him for yourself. 

And to show him this. You glanced down at your arm, impressed at how the swelling was already down and starting to heal. I can’t wait to see his face. 

The last conversation you’d had with him, his expression was less than thrilled over the round of tabloid headlines he all but predicted when he told you about his plans to see Anika. 

While the fiancée is away, Bravo plays //CLICK FOR MORE//

Cold Feet in the Summer Heat for Dieter Bravo? Actor looking cozy with ex-girlfriend Anika Stoyanova following Midsummer performance 

Xander Vance, Bravo’s Orion co-star and love interest front, row at the Delacorte - fuels speculation that the pair were more than on screen lovers 

Artist fiancée nowhere to be found for first two nights of shows - Does this spell trouble in paradise for Dieter Bravo?

You rolled your eyes as you recalled the various alerts on your phone. Such bullshit. Sure, it sucked seeing those headlines and reading the venomous lies and stories attached to them. If you thought about it for too long, yeah, it hurt to know that there were people out there who took shots at your relationship - at Dieter and who he was, who you knew him to be, not to mention the terrible things you were sometimes called. People actually get paid to write that crap. Unbelievable. It bothered you, yes. But a lot had changed since the first horrible round of headlines had steamrolled through yours and Dieter’s lives. You’d learned how to handle the scrutiny and the speculation, how to ignore the unfounded rumors and how to take every comment from fans in stride. More importantly that anything though your relationship had grown strong and solid, and you were no longer worried that it would end over some stupid headlines. Because he made sure I knew that this is what matters to him. 

It was the same for you. 

Your flight landed in New York with just enough time for you to drop your things and home and head immediately back out the door to head to Central Park, finding your seat right before the actors took the stage. From the moment it began, you were completely wrapped up in the magic of Midsummer - in the warm night air and the swaying trees and the brilliant performances. When it was over, you were grinning ear to ear, on your feet applauding with a thousand others. Dieter was right. If anything went sideways, I missed it. 

You made sure not to miss him for another second though, following his instructions to head backstage when it was over. “Security knows you’re coming. Some of the others are having family back after too so it’s fine.” Hearing him call you his family was something you’d never get tired of. 

And neither was the way he kissed you when you’d been apart for more than a day. Even in public he managed to keep it looking decent as his tongue delved into your mouth and stroked slowly over yours, as though reminding you what it could do. You had to fight to stay standing and to keep from moaning right there in the dressing room. Not fair. He’s a damn actor and I’m only so strong. “Hey, you.” He said, lips still sealed to yours, one hand resting on your cheek and the other settling against your neck. “Missed you.”

It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and pulled back that you noticed he was still wearing the horns and flowers, and a short laugh burst through your attempts at catching your breath. I love him so much it’s stupid. You had lost count of how many times you’d had that thought. But as you reached up to pluck the wreath from his head, you had another. No one I’d rather be stupid for. “Hey yourself. Missed you, too.” Raising on your toes, you kissed his cheek, not caring that you were getting his sweaty makeup on your lips. “You were great, Dieter.” 

“Yeah?” He used the thumb of the hand on your face to swipe the smudge from your lips as you nodded. “Thanks. It was a fun show tonight.” He sighed and smiled. “Glad you’re home.” 

You hummed. “Me too. I’ve had something to tell you, well show you, really, for three days now and-” 

“Show me, huh?” He arched an eyebrow and stepped back to look at you more clearly. “Show me wh- oh, shit.” Yeah. His eyes had dropped to the inside of your arm, and you turned it so he had a better view. “You…” He licked his lips and turned his own arm to line it up next to yours. “You got the other… the piece I cut out on mine.” He brought his eyes back up to yours then, big and soft and spilling over with affection. “I fucking love it. I fucking love it and I fucking love you.” He swallowed and leaned in to catch your lips with his again. There was a slight tinge of salt but you weren’t sure if the tears were his or yours and it didn’t matter. 

“I fucking love you, too, Dieter.” So damn much.

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A 3rd Majsasaurus Year ✨

Another Majsasaurus year has passed. This day, 22nd of September 2022 marks three years since I published my first fanfic. After my first year as a fandom member, I wrote my first Majsasaurus Year, and 22nd of Sept 2021, I published my 2nd Majsasaurus Year. Both highs and lows has managed to fit into the first two years and the third year has been a mix of those two.

Let’s see what fandom shenanigans I’ve been up to the past 365 days! Please continue reading if you’re interested 💜

The first fic I wrote after 22.9.2021 was actually a fic that for a long time was just called “the emo au”, aka A Gang of Fallen Stars. Yes, another fic with a sky analogue, but it had to be done, haha. A Gang of Fallen Stars was an angst Shikadai x Inojin modern au whose time period spanned for only a week, a real challenge in my narrative which usually span over months or years in most of my fics. In true 2021 fashion this was partly a struggle as well, as I started to write it already in the summer but had to put it on pause. In October all chapters of the fic were published, and I was satisfied with it, even if I during a re-write would change some of the ending.

After said emo au I dabbled back into smut for a little while and wrote a super soft fic where Saiino had sex. It is called “With your body as my canvas”, and was fairly well received and I remember thoroughly enjoying writing it and the symbolism in it.

During this time, I noticed my favourite ship Shikadai x Inojin had 75 fics on AO3 and I started dreaming of reaching 100 before 2022 would begin. I reached out to my friend SpicedGold and together we plotted to write as many Shikajin fics as needed so we would reach 100 before 2022. We are only two people, so it was a nailbiter to see if someone else would upload fics to help us. Someone might think that three months sounds like a lush time schedule for 25 fics, but if you think so you are privileged with a popular ship, and Shikajin isn’t.

As part of this Shikajin-scheme, I re-wrote a twitter drabble to a fic, May I have this dance? Said fic was another sweet, fluffy modern au about dancing and coming out – as if I haven’t written that already hahahaha. I also re-wrote another twitter drabble to a fic at the very end of December 2021 as a gift to @notquitejiraiya, The Message, which was another dance fic for the boys, which consisted of empowering ideas of representation in Shikajin format. The final day in December I uploaded two fanarts as a work on AO3 as a gift to SpicedGold, a desperate try to get the 99 to a 100 – and we made it! It felt almost as a mini-fandom event with only two members, she and I, and we had tons of fun hyping each other up to write the fics to reach 100.

The longest fic to this ‘mini event’ was a 7k long Shikajin one shot, A study of Emotions, which I am so satisfied with. It’s nothing but an introspection fic, and those who know me, knows I believe I suck at introspection. But what do you know, apparently I am capable of writing a fic that is almost nothing but that!

Besides my common ships I write, it seems almost as if I have a bi-yearly need to write a wlw-smutish fic, and as part of that I wrote a second chapter to my former one shot Another Light, a TemaSaku (Temari x Sakura canonverse) fic. The second chapter gained a lot of traction to the fic, and to this day I am thoroughly pleased with both of them and very surprise of the love the fic recieved. Who knows, maybe you can read in Majsasaurus Year 4 about a possible third chapter to the fic? I might want to write some hot ladies have sex again.

Another one shot received a second chapter too around the same time in November 2021, namely 48 hours to live, a surprisingly well-received short story of only 5k (with both chapters counted), which tangled a canon divergent idea of Shikadai being awake during the hostage-bomb situation from the anime and manga. The fans loved that fic, and I am happy about that.

All in all I published/updated 8 works on AO3 the final four months of 2021.

Those of you who read my 2nd Majsasaurus Year might remember there was a fic, an Inojin-centric fic, I had written in the summer of 2021, but had such complicated emotion towards that it had made me cry a few times. I cried because I believed I would be misunderstood or hated for the fic, I cried over a complicated interaction with two beta readers and so much more. The fic rested for six months – a well earned time I needed to let the story sit inside me  – before I finally gathered the courage and uploaded Let them bloom 16.1.2022 after amazing encouragement from Becks (@notquitejiraiya) and SpicedGold.

Contrary to my negative emotions the fic received amazing feedback and I am grateful I didn’t delete it back when it felt tough.

I also uploaded my so far first and only fic from another fandom! A little pit of pain is a short fluff fic called A little bit of pain, featuring the ship Inumaki Toge x Okkotsu Yuuta from the anime Jujutsu Kaisen, and that fic was written as part of a minibang, the first event outside fanweeks and zines I’ve been part of. It was nice and challenging to write a fic of another fandom, and the fic has a cute fanart attached to it!

You all have probably heard how spite is the greatest fuel to fanfiction? Spite was one of the reasons I decided to write my second fic for 2022. I missed writing Shikamaru x Temari, Shikatema, and I missed writing long fics and I missed writing physical angst, which in my humble opinion is the superior angst (which you know if you’ve read me, he he). During the latter half of 2022 I engulfed myself in fluff and mostly one shots; well-needed after the emotionally challenging summer of 2021, and now I was ready for angst once more.

I had already for a year had the idea of a Shikatema WWII-AU, which setting was in the northeast of Europe, and I decided that 2022 will be the year I’m writing it. I began writing 1.1.2022 and uploaded the first chapter of “no one cries for unknown soldiers" the first week of February. It featured Shikamaru and Temari as nothing but common infantry soldier – they weren’t high in the hierarchy of the army and just did their job; killed people while trying to save their own humanity. But, anyone who has read the news the past half year knows that a war unleashed in late February in Europe, when I had already three chapters published of my WWII-fic. It was frightening to read the news and it felt surreal when I was in the middle of writing a similar fic. Talk about the worst timing ever.

Despite this, I still absolutely loved my fic and finished it, with the final chapter uploaded in April 2022. I have never put down so much work on a fic, as every chapter was beta read. Normally I’ve only been beta read for the zines – short work, and the process was completely different with a long fic. I also both read books and watched movies for the fic. I even commissioned an artwork by @mheerdraws as a fic poster, and I love it dearly.

Despite my own joy in writing and publishing and making my friends cry; it was sure bizarre and at times emotionally heavy when I was “living a war” inside my head as I wrote the fates of the characters at the same time as I feared for the real world. Still, this fic was the first one since autumn of 2020 that I felt proud of. I’ve felt satisfaction before this, but pride is another, much stronger emotion. I was proud of what the war fic became, even if I had to go a bit insane for it.

After the WWII-fic I had talked with my friends a bit of how intriguing it was to give real world ethnicities and nationalities to our beloved Naruto characters beyond the “poorly researched Japanese interpretation” or the basic north American default (looking at you, high school, and collage AUs). We talked about making the characters Europeans instead and what those settings could do to them. I hosted a 100 followers fic raffle on twitter, and my friend @thespookymoth won the raffle! Based on our discussions she requested Shikajin in Berlin, and I wrote the modern au emotionally angsty but ah so fluffy 5k one shot “I won’t let you feel fear” with the boys being German, which was uploaded in May 2022. So fun!

Summer was on after that. I travelled to Berlin for a week, and it was so fun after having writing about the city in both a historical and modern concept through fics.

Do you hear it, it’s the bi-yearly wlw-need once more calling. Even if I like Temari x Sakura a decent amount I had become very interest in the potential Temari x Ino had, and I knew I wanted to challenge myself with a new format. This new said format is a long one shot – a one shot longer than 15k. I wanted to write one story without breaking it into chapters and this pairing got the maiden try of it. Wind in my hair ended up being 18k words and was a modern au feat smut story of Temari and Ino. This story had also its own somersaults during the writing process, with one draft thrown into the bin after I crumbled with one of my first ideas and had to rewrite the rest. Despite the difficulties behind the scenes, I like how the fic turned out! Not only did I write this pairing during June; I also hosted a mini pride series on my twitter where I uploaded Shikajin, Temari and Ino headcanoned as different sexualities. That was fun!

In late July 2022 I started writing my following long fic. It was time for Shikajin again and I needed and yearned for another longer work do dedicate my writing life to. This writing process was prioritised at the expense of other fun projects and fan events, but that is simply how I work. I can’t write multiple things at once because I don’t feel good having multiple wips.

I lamented my new slowness at writing (compared to the golden age of 2019 and 2020) while working slowly at the new Shikajin fic, but undying support from my friends made it all worth the process. To image them curse at me fuelled me.

Labyrinth of Confusion, my new long fic premiered 20th of September in 2022, as part of my now three-year anniversary. So far only one chapter is uploaded, and I sincerely hope I will look back to this fic with love, compared to whatever I felt after Hope in the Universe. I am lowkey excited. Hopefully my readers will also love it. My friend Soverel was kind to draw me a fic poster as a gift 🤍

So far I’ve written/published 6 works in 2022. It has been a year. I’ve drawn a bit on my tablet and posted fanart of Shikadai and Inojin, I’ve bought one zine and also finished all the work for the Ino-Shika-Cho-zine I am part of, but other than that, my zine career is over. I have continued to nurture my little corner in the form of a small Discord Server together with notquitejiraiya and SpookyMoth and I’ve read fics. I am happier than I was in 2021, definitely, and for that I am grateful – I’ve managed to feel better in my fandom life as well. But being in fandom is a very human experience. I have been jealous, envious, disappointed and angry of fandom related issues, there’s no point in lying. At times I’ve had my account on private when I felt like everyone hated one of my artworks (which was a lie, no one hated it). I’ve muted more words than ever on twitter after reluctantly accepting it's okay to not stomach everything I see. I have had fandom friend separation anxiety, and everything connected to that.

But I’ve also been giggly and happy and have had lovely and silly discussion about my favourite characters and pairings. I have been for hours in voice chats, and I’ve laughed so much and so loudly. I have been in awe of the talent my friends have. I have even had dreams of my fandom friends and I gained a few new ones over the past year. I have let ShikaTema consume me during the spring, I have loved every second of Shikadai and Inojin in the Boruto anime, I have had fun with a new ship from another fandom, and I have kept being Majsasaurus Bex online.

Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. Thank you to those who would join my server even if I was a worm. And those who read my stuff, encourage me, and join in on my silly little adventures. Special thank you go to everyone whose commented my thing and have been kind.

I love you.

-        Bex

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PoliZ’s Stucky Bingo Round 3 Masterpost

I filled 27 prompts for this round of the @stuckybingo​!   24 bingo squares off my card  (SB017) plus 3 adopted squares  for a technical blackout plus!  All but one of my fills were fanfic - the exception being a fancraft for Power Couple,  which gives me 19,953 words written for this bingo (if I’d realized I was that close to 20k, I’d have added 50-ish more words to something! 😁)    The Round Robin challenges held during the Discord parties went a long way towards me getting the blackout, as I filled seven squares that way!  I also  collaborated with  Dooba (@sunqueenwrites​)  and Faustess  (@psychiccatpanda)   on two separate fics, which was a lot of fun!   I wrote  one drabble and one double drabble (crossfill) - with 21 of the 27 fills being one shots.    15 were Gen-rated,  4 Teen,  5 Mature and 3 Explicit.   

See below cut for the actual fills

B1 - Meet Cute: Strange Potential Bedfellows [preslash/meet cute, Teen,552 words]

B2 - AU: College: Technicalities [pre-slash, General,100 words]

B3 - Reading Together: Stucky Bingo October 2021 Round Robin [established, General,328 words]

B4 - Peggy Carter: Captain Carter Meets the Howling Commandos [WorldWarThreesome (platonic), General,1282 words]

B5 - Writing Format: Epistolary: Bittersweet [platonic Stucky, General,395 words]

I1 - Friday: Stucky Bingo February 2022 Round Robin [established, General,336 words]

I2 - "You're taking all the stupid with you.": Stucky Bingo April 2022 Round Robin [platonic?, General,304 words]

I3 - Power Couple: PoliZ's Stuffed Marvels - WWII Cap & Howlie Bucky [platonic, General,n/a words]

I4 - Electricity: Stucky Bingo November 2021 Round Robin [platonic, General,341 words]

I5 - Skinny Steve: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn [meet cute, General,1102 words]

N1 - AU: Coffee Shop: Stucky Bingo September 2021: Round Robin [meet cute, General,348 words]

N2 - KINK: Sexting: Wrong Number, Right Call [meet awkward --> FWB, Explicit,1133 words]

N3 - FREE: Something Starting Right Now - Chapter 2 [rescue, Teen,1203 words]

N4 - Empathy: Lady Natasha's Consort and Lord Steve's Companion [established, Teen,1285 words]

N5 - KINK: Sugar Daddy: Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’): Mission 4 - Pour Some Sugar On Me - Part 1 [virtual to in-person, Explicit, words]

G1 - AU: Sex Worker: In A Room Where You Do What You Can't Confess [platonic to romantic, Explicit, words]

G2 - AU: Reincarnation: Something Very Wrong With Me [past , General,365 words]

G3 - "I thought you were smaller": Never More to Go Astray - Chapter 2 [Stuckony, Teen,982 words]

G4 - Bucharest: The Calm Before the Storm [platonic , General,549 words] (ADOPTED)

G5 - Writing Format: Use of Symbolism: A Sacrifice of Praise and Thanksgiving [Dom/sub , Mature,200 words]

O1 - Stargazing: Stars and shadows [semi-romantic, General,419 words]

O2 - AU: A/B/O: Flawed Hypothesis - Chapter 3 [Stucky --> Stuckony, Mature,1041 words]

O3 - Domesticity: Stucky Bingo December 2021 Round Robin     [parental, General,337 words]

O4 - 1940's: Stucky Bingo January 2022 Round Robin [established, General,324 words]

O5 - Natasha Romanov: Unexpected Alliances - Chapter 6 [reunited, Mature,1552 words]

ADOPTED - AU: Incubi/succubi: A Stolen Moment [Stucky by proxy, Mature,424 words]

ADOPTED:  KINK: First Time: Past Imperfect [established, Mature,528 words]

[justanalto]

a little bit of magic

song: dance till i’m younger by the devil music co.

ship:  mackelena

words: 637

Mack sighed, pushing the bowl of peanuts away from him. So far, their recon trip to the bar had been a bust, with the suspects pulling a Bueller for the third time in a row. Plus, the lights were turned just a notch too low to see properly, the jukebox was playing some twangy country song, and he could swear his beer had been warm the minute he'd gotten it.

Why couldn't suspects ever pick good bars to frequent?

"Oh, come on, Mack," Elena hummed from next to him. She, on the other hand, had been enjoying her time at the bar, having accepted long ago that their suspects wouldn't show. "You really think they're still going to show up? It's almost midnight." She shimmied in her seat a little just to prove her point. "Midnight's when the music gets good."

"They could," Mack groused back, but he allowed himself to take a swig of his beer. Still warm. Gross. "Maybe they came for the good music."

Elena waved down the bartender, motioning for more drinks. She swapped Mack's out as soon as they arrived -- no point in letting him continue sipping on a warm beer. Especially if it was his first one. "Then what are we doing in our seats?" she murmured. "If they came here for the good music, we should at least get up and dance." The jukebox switched then, rough guitar riffs drawing a cheer from the crowd sending a hoard to the dance floor. "We'll never find them from here."

Mack sipped his almost-frozen beer, frowning at it and turning to Elena. "Did you --"

"It was your first one, Mack. Now. Dance floor."

They make their way into the center of the bar, Elena's strut seemingly coming alive to the beat the further they got onto the floor. "Forget why we're here," she advised him when Mack just stood there, looking all-too-similar to a frozen plank of wood. The beat picked up, and she raised her beer before closing her eyes and swinging her hips to the music. "Dance until you're younger, Mack."

"What does that even --" Mack began, but just then, the beat dropped, and the whole bar began to jump around as if they were at a frat party. "I guess," Feeling stupid, he too raised his beer and closed his eyes, trying to figure out just how he could hear what Elena was. The music washed over him, a solid, optimistically-driven mass of major chords that challenged him to forget everything but the next line.

Elena turned back to him where she'd been having a jam-fest with the girl next to her. "It means just dance, Mack. Don't think about what's coming next." At that moment, the drive slowed, allowing him to pull her close while they did a semblance of a square dance.

"Then dance with me," he said simply, and when the drive returned, he took her hands and danced until they were flailing around like no one was watching. He even tried to twirl Elena once or twice -- moves she took in stride, laughing while she danced until she had to double over. It was like they'd been transported back to senior prom, putting off all future worries and simply dancing until their feet fell off.

And when the line faded out for the last time, they were left among the sweaty, cheering bar crowd, most of them dispersing back to their seats now that their moment of union was over. Still breathless, Mack and Elena rejoined their seats, only to find sitting next to them the reason they'd come here in the first place. The concept was so absurd, Elena barked out a laugh before managing to compose herself.

Mack just grinned at her. "You think we can get them to turn up the music?"

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365 Days of Drabbles - Day 1

Title: Never Fear Author: Rosie Dayze Word Count: 504 Pairing: Wonder Woman x Reader Rating: PG Themes: Affection, hugging, vacation Disclaimer: I do not own Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman. The character is the sole property of DC and I make no money off of this fanfiction.

The beach of Themyscira is warm beneath your toes as you wander along the late afternoon sands. There are clouds in the distance, threatening a mid-summer storm, but you find it hard to care as a warm, comforting arm slides behind your back.

“What are you thinking?” Diana asks, her lips nearly touching your ear.

You pause and lean back, knowing that she’ll be right behind you. Her arms shifts and slides around your stomach, pulling you closer to her so that she can press her cheek against yours. She smells like smoke from the fire pit and stone from a recent excursion through the caves of her homeland. Beneath that, she smells like Diana.

“Hmm?” you ask, realizing that she asked a question. It can be hard to concentrate when she’s this close. “Oh! I...well I was just wondering why you would ever leave a place like this.”

Paradise, you never had a definition for the word until Diana invited you back to spend some time on the island that raised her. But here it is. Themyscira. The beaches, the mountains, the easy way everyone welcomes you. Every little detail seems crafted from a daydream.

She tuns her head ever so slightly, pressing her lips to your cheek. “I had to.”

You know the story of why she left her homeland. It’s in the archives that you catalogued and organized. Even so, it’s different to really see what she left.

“Because of the war,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. You don’t want to ruin what has been the vacation you’ve both needed.

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t need to. Instead her second arm joins the first until she’s hugging you tightly from behind. You stand there silently as the storm clouds move closer.

“I’m sorry,” you finally say. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.

She squeezes once more, gently. “Never feel afraid to tell me what is on your mind, love.”

“Really?” you ask, not quite able to ignore the wight of guilt that weighs heavily in your stomach.

She turns you around slowly until you are looking into the warmth of her eyes. They look at you like you are the only person in the universe. It thrills you like it always has, since that first day she’d walked into your little corner of the archiving office and asked for help researching some history.

“Really,” she promises. Her eyes flick to your lips mere seconds before her mouth meets yours. The kiss is soft, sweet, and lingering. It vibrates with the genuine affection that she seems to exude and before it’s done your head is spinning with it. “Never fear telling me what is in your heart.”

“Well that’s easy,” you say, putting your hand over hers at it cups your cheek. “You are the only thing in my heart.”

She laughs. The storm clouds open. And the pair of you dash across the beach as rain drops spill across your shoulders. Part Two found Here

[bestabsoluteperfect-choice]

3/365

college au

pairings: Daejae (kinda)

Rating: PG-13

It was a couple weeks into the fall semester, and Youngjae was already feeling the cold. Well, given it was currently 1:30 in the morning, it wasn’t a surprise that it was chilly outside. He shivered into his fluffy jacket and shuffled his heavy backpack more comfortably onto his shoulders. 

Step by step he listened to each clank of his boots on the grated metal steps of his apartment complex. It was silent besides the echos of his own movement. 

He reached the top, huffing slightly, watching his white breath disappear into the dark and the stark cold wind quickly suffocating the small bit of warmth of his exhales. Youngjae looked up to see another person leaning against the guardrail of the hallway staring out into the night. Youngjae stopped to observe, watching the other male breathe into a smoke and watching the dim dot of red that glowed from the butt of the cigarette. 

Youngjae stepped forward towards the stranger (towards his own apartment) and stranger turned to look at him as he walked. Between them there was a thick bout of silence besides the sound of Youngjae’s shoes. They sounded like the cracking of whips against the barren concrete, increasing in volume as he approached the stranger and his own door. His neighbor said nothing as Youngjae passed him. It was too early in the morning for a conversation. 

Youngjae fumbled in his pocket for his keys, finally digging them out of the mess of earphones and charging cords. His gloved hands held tightly to the chilled metal as he promptly inserted his key into the lock. Youngjae paused to think. 

Before he opened the door to let himself in, he turned once again to his neighbor he had never met. The other was still staring out into nothing with a burning cig in his mouth.

“Smoking isn’t good for you.” Youngjae stated, matter-of-factly.

There was a faint howling of the wind as a huge gust blew past them.

His neighbor turned to him, mild amusement dancing in his light brown eyes. 

The stranger said nothing in return. Only giving Youngjae a once-over before turning his back to the conversation-insinuator.

Yes, it was definitely too early in the morning for a conversation.

[365runesofthesystem]

43 You Bastard

A shriek makes him look up from his book, see her staring at her laptop.

"No, no, no, no, no."

He watches as she scrolls, sees her face grow more horrified as she reads whatever is on the screen.

"No, please, how could you!?"

He puts his book down, sighs as he turns to her.

"What happened?"

She jabs at her keyboard, groans in frustration.

"This... Stupid piece of... I can't believe they would do this!"

He nods, taps his book.

"Okay, but what happened?"

She slaps the keys, gives him a glare.

"This piece of bathroom graffiti just posted a another fanfic - and it is a really good one, you should really read it later, not the point - and, not only did she leave it on a cliffhanger but, this little ball of dust bunnies just.."

She throws her hands up in anger.

"IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS!?"

He sighs.

"Why do you like her again?"

She sighs, clicks around on her laptop.

"Because she writes beautifully and I love her."

"She left a fic with a cliffhanger for three ye-"

"SHE IS OBVIOUSLY WORKING ON IT."

"Okay."

He waits, gives her a look before picking up his book again.

And only get two sentences in before another shriek comes from her.

"YOU BASTARD, DON'T GIVE ME A DRABBLE, UPDATE YOUR FIC."

He sighs, turns the page.

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on around the 3rd of October, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 7 (KO) – Week 9 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

Lord

"So, you are a bot of science as well as medicine."

Knock Out nodded respectfully. "Yes indeed, Lord Megatron. Though I will admit I enjoy disassembly more than reassembly."

"I see. And what of your combat skills?"

"I'm a medic, my Lord, not a field bot. I rely largely on Breakdown for the heavy lifting. However, I do know very well how to hold my own in combat."

"Good. Then I believe you have all the skills I deem necessary."

"I am deeply flattered, Lord Megatron."

"Welcome to my inner circle, Doctor. I trust you will not waste this opportunity."

Saw

"Why rotary saws?"

Knock Out looked up from his datapad. "Come again?"

"Well..." First Aid fidgeted nervously. "You're a medic. Why, out of all the tools you could've had built into you, do you have rotary saws?

Knock Out grinned one of those sly grins that always made First Aid's anxiety skyrocket. "Well, they may not be terribly precise," the medic said, extending his saw. "But they cut faster than any blade and work like a charm, especially in terms of disassembly."

"Ah."

Knock Out raised an optic ridge. "Any thoughts you want to share, nurse?"

"What? No, nothing," First Aid lied.

First Meetings

Knock Out had just finished tending to a bot with a missing arm. Stepping back, he said, "It's only a patch job, but I'm sure there's some bot you can contact who can provide you with a replacement arm."

The bot lifted and lowered the remnants of his arm experimentally, and nodded. "Hey, thanks, doc."

Knock Out froze. Staring at the bot with a narrowed gaze, he asked, "What's your name?"

The bot grinned, a very cocky grin for a bot with a missing arm. "Name's Breakdown, doc."

"Well, Breakdown," Knock Out said with a genuine smile. "You are welcome."

[roblingoblin285]

Day 112: Denial (Out of Their Element)

im not sure if the prompt comes through as much as it does in my head. robs in denial due to conditioning

“You don’t have to answer this if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

No.

“The scars, on your back and arms.”

No, no, no.

“Can you tell me who did that to you?”

Please, no.

Sage grimaced a little as the boy began to shake, pulling his arms closer to himself. “It’s okay if you can’t,” they said, reaching out to rest a hand on Rob’s knee. “I’m sorry if that was too much, kiddo. I only want to help you.”

“I deserved it.”

The words were whispered so quietly that Sage nearly missed them. “Hm?”

“It was my fault,” Rob said, louder. “I deserved it, sir. I disobeyed him.”

Sage winced. “No, sunshine, you didn’t. You couldn’t do anything to deserve that, no matter what he told you.”

Rob shook his head slowly, eyes glazed over with tears. “He didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t follow the rules, and I was punished for it.”

The king’s eyes stung before they could help it. “He was wrong to do that to you, Rob. Nothing you ever could have done would have ever made that right.”

“But I- he didn’t-” The boy shook his head harder, panic swelling in his chest. “It was always my fault, he couldn’t-”

“You’re a child,” Sage said, rubbing Rob’s leg with a careful hand. “He was the adult and should have known better. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Can you say it back to me?”

Rob’s breath hitched in his chest. “I-I have nothing to be sorry for.”

Thank you for reading! Asks are always welcome about anything, and I appreciate your support! If you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist, please submit an ask or leave a reply. 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks Fall From Grace + adjacent taglist: @thekittyburger

[leqclerc]

SEBCHAL APPRECIATION DAY: MASTERLIST

First of all, I want to once again take a moment to thank everyone who participated in the event, or signal boosted the posts, or even just expressed interested. Thank you for the asks, for every lovely message I got regarding this event. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your creations, for making this such a rewarding experience! So here’s to you! Below is a list of all the posts under the #sebchalday21 tag.  Be sure to check everything out and give them all the love they deserve! Let me know if I missed anything, or if you made something after 16/05 but would like to see it included [Docs version] 

Fics Oneshots: I’m Lost But Found With You by Meova Seeing Red and Nothing Else by Meova get weak, intensive by fldx  no inhibitions, make no conditions by fecundity (E) Drabbles/Ficlets: Helmet Swap by Meova Amber Lounge by Meova Untitled by Meova (E) Untitled WIP Snippet by sebchalex Untitled by kyoukai-kanata with a humble gesture for defense by leqclerc landscape with a blur of conquerors by leqclerc champagne supernova (poem) by Anney Fanart Ciao Seb, thanks for welcoming me well. // To Charles, thanks for everything. by ironicstrange something summery by finchisalie-art stolen moments by rafealnadal I’ve never learnt so much as I did with you as my teammate. Thank you for everything Seb. by nyehhh-h Fanvids but i don‘t ever want to fall in love again by blesshimvettel Gifsets Charles and Sebastian - Scuderia Ferrari MMXIX – MMXX by j-button We’re a perfect match. Never believe anything else. by leqclerc Sebastian and Charles + Hourglass Challenge fistbumps by leqclerc Arcade by georgerussellls Edits (Graphics, Moodboards, etc.) you. the most forbidden of roses by sebastonmartins Bahrain 2019 Tryptych by sebastonmartins Charles & Seb on Charles’ Twitter by sebastonmartins you were, my dear, is the saddest sentence left to say. by allgaslynobrakes 12 was a good year - f.t. willz by allgaslynobrakes darkacademia!sebchal au by wepickedthisgame You got your thing, I got nothing, but memories by blesshimvettel Fic inspired moodboard by enemy-crush Music (Recs, Playlists, etc.) Sebchal songs that deserve more love by Meova Charles missing Seb by footysel Text Posts Untitled by blesshimvettel The top 5 best Sebchal videos by Meova Other Beanie Seb by stupidmybeloved Untitled by footysel daily seb 028/365 by 4xmulti21champion

[fantasyborn]

2022 (Writing) Goals

GYWO - 75k words over the course of the year - just a general between fanfic and original fiction, i want to get at least 50k written. in 2020, i wrote 45k. this year, i’m tapping out at around 28k. 75k is the lowest goal for Get Your Words out and this year will be my second year participating!

CONSISTENT - write everyday (or as often as possible) even if just a sentence. i wrote 65/365 days this year…i’m shooting for double that.

FLEXIBLE -  i want to try different writing styles. this year was the first year i’ve ever written drabbles/short fics. i lean toward long-winded, complicated plots which is why i’ve never finished anything before. i want to try more drabbles, even micro fics. to challenge myself and, hopefully, keep me inspired to write.

COMMUNITY - i want to be more involved this coming year. comments, kudos, chats. i’m horrible at things like that but we are striving for less awkward and having things i’m not good at become easier. 

BOOKS - read three books bc i haven’t read in two years

[sevenshadesofdrarry]

Seven Shades of X-mas Recs

Who doesn’t love a good Christmas fic to get into the right mood for the holidays? We certainly do.

No, we don’t have any new anthology written to offer you for the occasion. Instead, we thought we’d share a compilation of Christmassy fics written by the collab’s authors.

Also, why not check out the seven short stories in our Secret Santa Gift Exchange?

Christmassy Drarry Fics

A Series of Unfortunate Ghosts by @bottseveryflavorbeans​  (E, 25,650)

It’s sixth year and Draco Malfoy’s life is about to change thanks to some meddlesome ghosts who show him the path he is on is not the only path for him. Between their ghoulish advice and some deep soul searching, Draco regains some of the hope he lost.

How to Ruin Your Favourite Shoes by @drarrelie (G, 365)

Draco has been fighting the pull all day, but with only months left until his wedding to Astoria, it's getting harder and harder to resist... This work is part of a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

Of Christmas Shopping and Surprising Gifts by @eva-eleanore​ (T, 6030)

Of course, Draco can help Harry with his Christmas shopping, no problem at all. He might be in love with the git, but feelings can be ignored. Or not?

Potions N.E.W.T.s, Potions N.E.W.T.s by @eva-eleanore​ (G, 394)

Harry really hates studying for his N.E.W.T.s, especially for Potions.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town by @drarrelie​ (G, 7039)

Teddy knows exactly what to wish for when Uncle Harry takes him to meet Santa Claus. Now he’s just hoping Santa will be able to deliver.

Santa Claus is Coming by @drarrelie​ (E, 13,761)

Harry is mortified to learn what Teddy asked Santa Claus to bring him for Christmas. Only question is, will Santa be able to deliver? The E-rated version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

Snow Falling on Us by @bottseveryflavorbeans​ (T, 4,652)

It is Christmas Eve, Draco has roped Harry into helping him break into Snape’s potions stores for an ingredient. Harry agrees because he owes Draco for all his help in potions. So invisibility cloak in hand, they head off to Snape’s stores, but things go wrong and they end up in detention on Christmas Eve.

That Christmas by @janieohio​ (T, ~16K, WIP)

25 years of Christmases in the life of Harry, Draco, and their friends and family. 25 drabbles, one per day, set in my That's Life Together universe.

The Best Gift by @ladderofyears (E, 28,410)

Harry Potter's whole world is upturned when he discovers that his close friend and colleague Draco Malfoy is pregnant by an unknown wizard.

This Time Next Year by @janieohio​ (E, 5,310)

Their kids are friends, their friends are friends, and though Harry and Draco have floated through each other’s lives for decades, it’s never been like this. Tonight, at Neville and Pansy’s Christmas party, something clicks, and things will never be the same.

To Live, or Just Exist — That is the Question by @drarrelie​ (E, 96,450)

Living with the Weasleys after the war turns out to be more challenging than Harry could ever imagine. So, when he finally finds some peace and quiet in Andromeda’s cottage, he’s not going to give it up easily. Not even if it means he’s going to have to live under the same roof as that annoying blond git. Now, if only he didn’t have to look so bloody gorgeous it might have been a little easier. How Shakespeare, a crossword and a sleeping baby can turn enemies into friends, and maybe even friends into lovers.

Christmassy Non-Drarry Fics

It Happened One Night (Linny) by @aedwritesfic (E, 2,297)

Confessions and acts of love are made at the Burrow.

Have a Biscuit, Hooch (KittyHawk) by @aedwritesfic (E, 2,112)

Rolanda Hooch has a difficult time wrangling the Christmas tree. Minerva decides to reward her efforts. Part 3 of Biscuits & Broomsticks

Twinkling Lights (Destiel) by @jessica-doom (T, 3,308)

Castiel loves Christmas lights. Even on a freezing Christmas Eve, he won't waste his opportunity to savor his favorite part of the holidays. What he doesn't anticipate, however, is bonding with a stranger over his brilliant twinkling lights. Nor does he ever even hope for the comfort he ends up finding in that night and that man.