#tis all wholesome good fun

[waterworkssobs]

dot just like me frfr (i squeal when she appears on screen and kick my legs excitedly like a 4 year old)

lovely people of the tumblr please help i am addicted to pokémon horizons where can i watch eps 45 onwards 😭😭 ( <- bbc iplayer user)

they are reading tbhk/jshk volumes 19 and 20 cause amazon has indefinitely delayed my order of vol 20 and im depressed waiting for mitsukou

(also cause the colour schemes match so its like theyre reading cause it reminds them of eachother,,, my likodot heart can’t 😭💕)

anyway im actually getting decent at gouache so its all good

[factual-fantasy]

Happy 1st Birthday Jangles!!

This post was originally going to be a humongous comic filled with lore, goofs, and even a bit of angst? 👀 And then have a funny/wholesome ending. Just like Bibi’s birthday comic.

But.. I ran into a problem. I didn’t know what to get for Jangles.

For Bibi’s present it was obvious what to get him. He wanted a real friend. Bringing Jangles to life was perfect and really tied the whole comic together.

But Jangles? What does he want? 

I wracked my brain for days. And when I finally thought of an idea? I only had 8 days left to make it happen. Sketch the comic out on paper, sketch it again in digital, line it, color it, backgrounds, dialogue.. I also had to make the actual present so that its picture could be used in the comic. All while having a very busy schedule for this week AND while working on Moon Malfunction..

I thought I could pull it off. So I got to sketching right away.

The comic would start with me in a big black blob. Locking myself away to try and get this project done as fast as possible. You know, like a total drama queen XD

Bibi and Jangles break in, and Bibi tries to talk to me but I ignore him. Meanwhile Jangles goes over to this goopy present by the wall. The present has a tag with Jangles name on it. As he goes to open it I do a spoopy jump scare and tell him not to.  Jangles and I then proceed to go back and fourth. “Why not?” Because its not good enough yet. “I’m sure its fine, what is it? What’s it for?” I cant tell you what its for because its not that day yet. “What is that day? And why cant we know about it?” “BECAUSE, its a S E C R E T-”

Bibi then says I need a break. I tell him I cant because I’m running out of time. I tell him that it needs to be posted on a specific day and that it has to be perfect but I don’t know what to do..

Jangles then deadpans “Its my birthday isn’t it?”

“...Yes. It is.”

“Okay? So what? I get wanting to post it on the day. But why all this pressure for the perfect gift?”

I explain that Bibi got a big special comic for his birthday. It had all the bells and whistles and it had the perfect gift. Jangles. And I wanted to do the same for him. I explained that the problem though was I haven’t really written enough of Jangles character to know what he would want.. I then wrote for Jangles response to be,

“Well what I dont want is you stressing yourself out over me.”

..I stopped sketching the comic at that point. I realized that I was stressing myself out way too much over this comic. It was 1 in the morning at that point. I was already pushing myself so hard to get this done on time and make it perfect that all the fun was just zapped right out of it. 

But I still worried a bit. I care about Jangles as my character and I wanted to do something cool for him. I wanted to post this at midnight on the dot, but that would require me to stay up until then when I’m still wiped out from the day before.. I also still wanted to get him a cool present.. But again I figured Jangles wouldn’t want me to stress over this “big comic” and “special gift” stuff.  So I just settled for a break. 

This entire post was prepared early, and posted when ever I was awake enough to post it. All the days beforehand I spent just taking my time with Moon Malfunction and focusing on my schedule. And on the day I’m posting it, I plan to draw nothing. Just relax and take a break from everything. I’ll get back around to all my projects tomorrow.

I think a post with minimal effort and day of no Tumblr, is probably exactly what Jangles would have wanted. So Happy Birthday Jangles! And thanks for the day off! XD

[dangermousie]

2023 End of Year Post - cdrama edition

Yes, we have a lot of December left, but I don't think anything else I want to check out will air before 2024 hits (it's cdrama so caveat is - you never know.)

This is only going to cover cdramas that aired in 2023; if I watched it but it was made in a different year, it's not on the list. This was a pretty good cdrama year, all in all.

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

30 legend of twin flower - Not dignifying that drama with capital letters, as the only capital that should be associated with this is capital punishment - which is what watching this feels like.

29 Dominator of Martial Gods - sounds like a bdsm gay porn title. Would probably be better acted and written if it was.

28 Beauty of Resilience - you'd need a lot of said resilience to sit through this incoherent, barely acted mess. The thing that I remember the most other than my annoyance is all the jingly-jangly head gear on JJY. Perhaps they could have sold some of them and spent the money on a better script.

27 Divine Destiny - if you think you have too many brain cells and want to get rid of some, boy do I have a drama for you!

26 Wanru’s Journey - honestly it's probably tied with SEL - I mean it's worse but it has actors who are nowhere as well known and a fraction of SEL's budget. Still, this is a big fat nope. I will not say what I think of Aoi Rupeng's "acting" or I'd have to put money in the curse jar.

25 Snow Eagle Lord - Gulinazha's stone face, nonsense plot, terrible CGI. Take your pick as to why this is terrible.

24 Scent of Time - it was uneven but fun but then that ending was dumb enough to destroy the whole thing. Show me on the doll where common sense hurt you, makers!

23 Royal Rumors - Jeremy Tsui and Meng Ziyi are utterly wasted in this nothing trifle of a drama.

22 Legend of Anle - I had high expectations but alas. This is the drama version of color beige. There is nothing offensive about it but nothing good either. Mediocre actors are mediocre, good actors become mediocre, this is just a waste of our finite time on planet earth.

21 Romance on the Farm - it's not you, it's me in action. I can see why people would like this wholesome slice of farming family life, but it's tailored to trigger every one of my "nope" opinions.

20 Back from the Brink - if I were 12, it would be my favorite thing. I am not 12.

19 Journey of Chong Zi - objectively a terrible drama with plot holes the size of Mars and a leading lady whose face has apparently frozen when the wind changed. But I am a total sucker for the trope of upright shizun falling for his demonic disciple and going mental so here we are. Objectively, garbage, subjectively my precious!

18 Love you Seven Times - just call poor Ding Yuxi "Atlas," he carried this mess so hard.

17 Blooming Days - trashy dogblood harem fight fun throwback. It's not that great (and the fact that it was shredded doesn't help) but it's probably the last gasp of that genre for the foreseeable future, so I am grading on a curve.

16 The Starry Love - a fun fantasy where the secondary OTP stole the thunder but overall a really solid fantasy xianxia romance.

15 The Longest Promise - it could have been better - the secondaries were unbearable and there was too much of them and what they did with Alen Fang's character still gives me rage fits, but the main couple was impeccable and lovely and I rooted so hard for them.

14 Chang Feng Du/Destined - visually gorgeous, solidly acted, impeccable first half. Bland as hell second half. Win some, lose some.

13 Circle of Love - this drama is a nonsense trash heap on fire. After a typhoon hit it. It was also the most entertaining, addicting drama on this whole list.

12 Hidden Love - the sole modern on this list, this story has barely any plot but it made me care about the young, decent lovers so hard.

11 Choice Husband - starts out wacky, continues with angst and blood and happy ending. I loved it, but I've always had a soft spot for melo and schemers turning devoted.

10 Pledge of Allegiance - bromance, super solid acting, visuals, a really dark take on officials and the world. Insanely underrated.

9 Provoke - a truly fun Republican revenge and love tale, showing that short format can be wonderful.

8 Gone with the Rain - some of the secondary characters are rage-inducing (hi there, cardboard boy!) but the scheming, ruthless, vulgar FL is amazing and her slowburn with her age gap general who is delighted by her out-there-ness is great!

7 Wonderland of Love - Fei Wo Si Cun goes wholesome and the result is surprisingly entertaining. Battle couple, glorious visuals, a fast paced plot. It's the first Xu Kai drama I enjoyed in years (and he plays a rare cdrama ML it would be pretty neat to pair up with in rl.)

6 My Journey to You - that ending is infuriating (and I am OK with open endings if done properly) but what a visual feast, probably the most gloriously shot drama on this list, and that's a tough competition. Also it packs a hell of a lot of couples and familial and adversarial relationships into its slim running time; assassin lady won over by a gentle man is my favorite trope and so this is extra great.

5. Till the End of the Moon - the ending is a rage-inducing disaster for me, but this drama was the most incredibly emotionally intense, visually eye popping experience. It was deeply flawed but when it was amazing, it was like nothing else in its visuals, its characters and its narratives. It took insane risks; some paid off and some did not, but it was glorious.

4. Story of Kunning Palace - I don't often care for reverse harem stories but this one was such fun - the main OTP was glorious (strong FL, unhinged ML) but honestly everything about this was just so excellently done.

3. The Ingenious One - the most adult drama on this list. Smart protagonists, intelligent plot, emotions that felt true, this is a revenge and a mystery and found family and goes into so many directions you do not expect (Su Mengyu's PTSD after his first kill - that is something you never see in dramas, definitely not prolonged and profound - not like this.) If I was to say which drama was objectively the best on this list, as opposed to favorite, it would be this.

1 (tie) Lost You Forever 1 - this is an exquisite emotional jewel of a story about damaged people moving forward, with damage always present - their past informs their present and always will. The narrative about Xiao Yao and three very different men in her life makes me think that it's an equivalent of a neutron bomb going off right before the main narrative starts and now we are watching the survivors wander in the wreckage. This is very high fantasy setting but it's one of the most emotionally human narratives out there.

1 A Journey to Love - everything I ever wanted - assassins, ride or die adult OTP with genuine believable conflicts, great and complex secondaries, beautiful fights. Oh, and yeah Liu Shi Shi domming the hell out of every man in a ten mile radius, as she should.

FAVORITE DRAMA

It's a tie between Lost You Forever Part 1 and A Journey to Love. LYF1 is a bona fide art piece but it's only part 1 and who knows if part 2 will be any good (seeing the huge ep number cut, I have my doubts) and so it's incomplete. AJTL is an old school wuxia romance with incredibly competent, adult people in love and great cast of secondaries. I can't pick.

WORST DRAMA

romance of twin flower - this is a drama that should not exist. If I could hex everyone involved with it, I would. It's a terrible, stupid, shrill, badly acted drama to start with, but where it really is catapulted into stratosphere of horror is that is took my very favorite non-danmei web novel of all time, a smart and complicated tale with incredible protagonists and turned it into that barftastic abomination. Peng Xiao Ran kept making horrible drama after horrible drama but I kept giving her a chance because of Goodbye My Princess but after this disaster, I've had to accept GMP was a fluke and she is on my "if she's in it, I am out” list. Ding Yuxi is not that far yet (his performance in Seven Lifetimes was the one thing carrying that mess afloat) but he's on freaking thin ice. Anyway, I like to pretend this drama does not exist.

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

It was hard because there were so many I loved this year - Deng Wei's traumatized, gentle Seventeen from LYF1 (if someone told me I'd swoon and weep for a character played by Deng Wei, I'd have told them to examine their brains asap), Liu Yuning's incredibly capable, deadly, contained Ning Yuanzhou from AJTL, Zhang Linghe's unhinged Xie Wei from SoKP, Chen Xiao's schemer with a heart Yun Xiang from TIO.

But ultimately, it couldn't be anyone else but Luo Yunxi as Tantai Jin/Demon God/Ming Ye/Cang Jiumin in Till the End of the Moon. He was everything - a demon, a saint, a martyr, a monster, a tormented abuse victim, a savior, joyful, unhinged, smart, pitiable. It was the cdrama performance of the year for me. Luo Yunxi even in a mediocre role is impressive but in a complex (series of) role(s) designed for his strengths, he is a force of nature.

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Xiao Yao (Lost You Forever Part 1). Once again, there were runner ups - Bai Lu's smart a little evil FL in Kunning, the gloriously unhinged assassin domme Liu Shi Shi in AJTL, Esther Yu's assassin longing for a different life in MJTY etc etc etc. But Xiao Yao's damaged, difficult, very self-aware woman stole my heart. I was skeptical going in because I haven't enjoyed a Yang Zi performance in a long time, but she was the wounded beating soul of this incredible drama.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Where do we start? How about all of Seventeen's (LYF1) monster family? His brother, who tortured him for years physically and emotionally to such a degree his body is a horror map and his personality is permanently altered because "mommy liked you better." Psycho mother who created a situation where the kids were going to turn on each other and "let's get my grandson raped" grandma. Where is a well-placed meteorite when you need one.

FAVORITE SHIP

Xiao Yao/Seventeen, LYF1. Yes, a ship of characters played by Yang Zi and Deng Wei is my favorite. Leave me alone, I am on my tenth helping of crow already. They are both incredibly damaged, barely functioning survivors who find what they need in the other - he finds a savior and someone who sees him as a man and rebuilds himself around her and she finds someone who will always put her first and only, and subsume himself in her. Is it healthy? No. Does it make sense for them and is it making them slowly functional? Yes.

Runner up: Ren Ruyi/Ning Yuanzhou, AJTL - two adults, so competent, so chemistry full. She has so much damage and so little normalcy but is so strong and he is oddly gentle (in between murders) and incredibly self-reflective. They are each other's mirrors and I love them.

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Su Mingyu/Ke Menglan, The Ingenious One - the idealistic merchant who wants to join jianghu until he sees its horrors firsthand and a slave entertainer who wants security but decides she wants him more. They are gorgeous and glorious and wholesome and I adore them.

Runner up: Liu Gong Quan/Ming Zhu, The Ingenious One - that drama was a shippy gift, especially impressive considering it wasn't even romance-centric. He's the officer who has to bring down her treasonous father but loves her. Delicious.

Another runner up is Chao Feng/Qian Kui, the angelic good girl and the scheming bad boy in The Starry Love. They stole the drama from the main OTP for me.

NOTP

Scent of Time endgame. What the hell was even that. It made NO sense.

FAVORITE SCENE

So many good scenes this year - Tantai Jin taking apart Li Susu in prison in TTEOTM, the OTP fighting in perfect sync and insane rhythm in the gorge battle in AJTL, Chen Ruoxuan's character stopping the execution in Pledge, Yan Lin's coming of age in Kunning, the poison/antidote "gamble" in MJTY, Cang Xuan detoxing in LYF1. But I think ultimately, me being who I am, my favorite scene is Xiao Yao kissing Seventeen's damaged, scarred knee to show he is in no way inferior for her. AAAAA!

In terms of pure jaw dropping visuals tho nothing will ever beat Ming Ye’s battle against the Devil God in TTEOTM.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Ning Yuanzhou, AJTL. He's sexy as hell (that height, that way he moves in battle) but he's also so incredibly competent, so adult, so self-reflective and so attracted to a woman for her strength. He also gets whumped on the reg. Anyway, my hormones are ready.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Gong Yuanzhi (My Journey to You) - I loved the unhinged, brocon poison boy. He was everything. Also Yan Lin (Kunning) - talk about sunshine; I totally got why all these people felt they needed to save him.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

My Journey to You - what the HELL was that ending?

NEEDS SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

legend of twin flower - that is, stab it with scissors like it stabbed the novel until it's dead.

TOO MANY SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

Till the End of the Moon - they clearly cut stuff to fit into the new regs about runtime and it made the last 1/5 rather abrupt. Gimme!

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

The emperor cannot be irredeemable. WTF, China, you are a communist country!

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

This is the year of a ML who yearns to be dommed by his FL. Long may it continue.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

The Legend of Anle - the novel had a great plot, the cast were all actors I either enjoy a lot or somewhat and we got - whatever that soggy piece of wonderbread toast was.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

LYF1 - I only checked out to mock because nobody could explain the story to me and nobody in the cast did anything I like either ever or in years. And then I fell utterly and completely in love and had to eat so much delicious crow.

2023 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

Ancient Love Song is the only one on that list. It looks really good, I just need to brace myself.

BEST NON-2023 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2023

The Imperial Doctoress - best slowburn and pining and glorious character development and adult leads.

MOST ANTICIPATED

Anticipating any nonaired cdrama is a mug's game but if they air, I will definitely check out all the Fox Matchmaker dramas, LYF2, JoL2 and The Last Immortal. If Prisoner of Beauty ever is allowed out of the vault (dubious), it goes on the list too.

[theemporium]

[REQUESTS OPEN]

happy birthday to @upsidedownwithsteve​!! this is a day late but we are gonna avoid that. enjoy some good ol’ danny ric smoot :) and we are gonna just pretend these are characters in drive to survive rather than real people💀ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

[6.7k] or, in which you and daniel have always hated each other. but maybe that’s just an excuse to avoid how you really feel about each other. (smut)

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Daniel Ricciardo knew he was hot shit. 

He was young. He was successful. He was loving life and his life just so happened to be his dream. 

F1 Driver for Red Bull Racing. 

Daniel Ricciardo was one of those faces that everybody knew at the paddock. He was fun and playful and had a smile so wide, it was infectious. He was sunshine personified, the human embodiment of positivity and truly it was hard to not get along with the Aussie. 

Except when it came to you. 

And it drove Daniel mad. 

Daniel couldn’t even remember the first time you met, or even when the moment clicked that neither of you liked the other. It was just the way it had always been and everyone in the paddock knew that. The drivers knew it, the mechanics knew it, even the journalists knew it. 

You and Daniel Ricciardo did not get along. 

It was just a shame that you seemed to be best friends with everyone else on the grid except him. And maybe that was what pissed him off, maybe that was what made his jaw clench a little whenever he saw you laughing and walking down the pit lane with some of the other drivers. 

Or maybe, deep down, Daniel was jealous. 

He was fucking jealous he was not getting your attention, and he hated that when he did, all he got with snarky remarks and harsh glares. He didn’t get sweet, sunshine smiles or soft, lingering touches. He got the rough exterior, he got the six-foot walls you guarded yourself with and yet, despite everything, a part of him still wanted you.

It was inconceivably stupid but he couldn’t change it. 

“Oi, practice starts in fifteen, get to the garage!” 

“Alright, just coming!” 

Headphones slipped over his ears and music pumping through, Daniel made his way towards the garages ahead of the first practice of the weekend. It was a new season, he was feeling good and testing had been brilliant for the team, for both him and Max. He was on a high, with his race suit tied around his waist and his fingers aimlessly tapping along surfaces as he passed, there was little that could damper his mood. 

Until he saw you walking towards the McLaren garage, which was unfortunately situated beside the Red Bull garage, animatedly chatting away to Lando Norris with a wide smile on your face. 

It wasn’t an unusual sight nor was it shocking, but that did nothing to fuel the bitter feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

You worked for McLaren, starting a couple of years ago. You were a good friend of Lando Norris, having known him before you ever stepped foot into the world of motorsport. Talented and impressionable, it didn’t take long for the team at McLaren to snatch you up when they could. With a camera in your hands, you were a powerful force. 

He had worked with you in his two unfortunate years at McLaren. He had seen what you were like with the people you worked with, he saw how much of a team player you were. It was just a courtesy that was never extended to him. 

Even after he left, all you could offer him was a strained smile and a wish of good luck in his new team. 

And yet, there you were laughing away at something the Brit said like it was the funniest thing you had ever heard. 

Daniel wasn’t bitter, not at all. 

“Danny Ric!” A familiar voice called out and it was hard to bite back the smile growing on his face. 

“Lil Norris!” 

He didn’t have much time before the younger driver was speeding towards him, his laugh already echoing through the paddock and the cameras around them picking up on the wholesome moment shared between the former teammates. But Daniel’s eyes were focused over Lando’s head, where you stood a few feet away now entranced by something on your phone instead of them. 

“Not gonna even say hi, sunshine?” Daniel called out because maybe he was in fact a little shit, and maybe he enjoyed pushing your buttons too. 

“Hi, Ricciardo,” you replied bluntly, with no hint of amusement or interest in your voice.

Lando only snickered in response. 

“Thought the new season would brighten you up a little,” he continued. Some would argue Daniel didn’t really learn his lesson, nor did he know when to stop. But he knew exactly what he was doing. He was just playing the game, just as you were. He just wanted to make sure he ended up on top. 

“You thought wrong,” you retorted and this time you lifted your head from your phone screen, sarcasm dripping from your words even when you flashed him a pretty smile. “But I guess that’s not unusual for you, is it, sunshine?”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed on you. 

“It’s like nothing’s changed,” Lando remarked, staring between the two of you with an amused smile. He had gotten fairly used to this behaviour when Daniel was in McLaren, it was no surprise that it continued after he left. 

You only rolled your eyes before focusing on the younger driver. “C’mon, I wanna take some photos before practice.” 

“Trying to run away from me?” Daniel teased, prodding and poking because he just wanted a reaction—no, he needed a reaction from you. 

“Always,” you stated bluntly as you tried to move past him, letting Lando catch up with you on his own time, but the Australian driver was quick to step in front of you.

He knew you couldn’t create a scene with all the cameras and journalists around you, and you knew that too. But that didn’t hide the irritation that flashed across your face as you tried to side step him, only for him to repeat the action. 

“Are you done yet?” you retorted, hating the way your eyes lingered on his smile for a little too long. 

“Hm, not yet,” he murmured as he glanced down at you, having a good few inches on you. He wasn’t even shy about his wandering eyes, the glint of mischief that could always be linked with Daniel Ricciardo. But being on the receiving end of said look made you shudder—whether it was in disgust or something deeper you didn’t wish to admit, that was a whole other story. “I’m enjoying the view.” 

“Fuck you,” you sneered, nose scrunched up in annoyance as you shrugged the strap of your camera bag further up your shoulder. 

“Begging now, are we, sunshine?” Daniel quipped back, a wide grin spread across his face and you hated how attractive he looked. 

“Asshole,” you grumbled as you finally pushed past him, not even glancing back at the cocky driver or to see if the young Brit was following you. Your gaze was focused ahead on the papaya garage that was about thirty seconds away from where you were standing. 

“You know, this whole thing you’ve got going on with her is cute and all, but it would just be easier to tell her you like her.” 

Lando’s voice broke him out of his trance, his head snapping away from your retreating figure and instead turning towards his friend. It was always easy to get along with Lando, they were similar in so many manners and, in some ways over the two years they spent together, he had become like a little brother to Daniel. A younger version of himself even. He adored it most of the time. 

But right now, he couldn’t help but scoff at the teasing, little shit Lando was. 

“I don’t like her,” Daniel denied adamantly, squaring his shoulders back as he said so. 

“You sure about that?” Lando snapped back, eyebrows raised in questioning. “Because you seem to flirt a whole lot with someone you supposedly don’t like.” 

Daniel shook his head. “I just like messing with her, she’s easy to wind up.” 

“So is Jimmy from engineering but you never fucked with him this much,” Lando said, snickering a little as he slapped his friend on the back a few times. “You’ve got the hots for her, admit it.” 

“The hots?” Daniel’s nose scrunched up a little. “What are you? An eighties rom-com or something?” 

“Stop denying it.” 

“I’m denying fuck all,” Daniel said with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t like her. At all.” 

Because he didn’t. 

Was he attracted to you? Yes, the boy wasn’t fucking blind. 

But he didn’t like you. He never has over the years and he never will. He just liked messing with you, playing the game only the two of you seemed to know. That’s all it was, Lando just needed to stop reading into it so much. 

“You know that saying about little boys pulling on a girls’ pigtails to get attention?” Lando asked as he started to take a few steps back, knowing he only had a couple of minutes before he was meant to get into the car. 

Daniel frowned. “Yeah?” 

“You’re pulling on the pigtails, Danny, but that’s all you’re doing,” Lando grinned at his friend. “It’s only a matter of time before she kicks you to the side and chooses someone who can actually admit how they feel.” 

He hated the way the young driver’s words stuck in his head. 

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As much as Daniel tried, Lando’s words never really left him and they were starting to get on his nerves. 

The season had fully kicked off, Daniel had a brilliant start with ending up in the top five for every race so far and yet, he couldn’t even fully enjoy it with Lando’s knowing glances and smug smiles hovering around every corner. 

And every time he saw you, it was like he was suddenly hyper aware of everything and anything around him, he was picking up on stuff he never usually cared about and it was getting to him, slowly but surely. 

Australia was the first bump in the road. 

It was a Thursday—media day. Everything was just kicking off, the sun was shining and the crowd were as loud and vibrant as they always were for the Australian driver. He was in a good mood, it was hard for him to feel down in his home country with so many adoring fans supporting him through every minute of the weekend. 

He had made it into the paddock, a big smile on his face and a laugh that seemed infectious to those around him. 

And then he saw it.

He didn’t recognise the man, but he saw the Ferrari logo on his shirt and he knew that fire red shirt could belong to no other team. He watched as the man smiled at you, how your attention was never drawn away from him. He saw how the man placed a hand on the small of your back as you made your way towards the motorhomes, how you didn’t even glance in his direction as you followed the Ferrari man and chatted idly away to him.

Daniel felt something quite like bitterness settling into the pit of his stomach. 

It was quickly followed by the Imola Grand Prix over two weeks later. 

It wasn’t unusual for drivers to grab breakfast together, or any other meals, especially since most of them stayed in the same hotel for the race weekends. And knowing that they would have to get up early to get to the paddock for a long day, the drivers and team members alike usually took over the hotel restaurant in the mornings. 

Today was no different. 

Daniel had made his way down to the restaurant for breakfast, feeling a little more sluggish than usual after a less-than-adequate sleep. He was restless and on edge, and he didn’t quite know why. But a meal shared with his friends was something he needed right now, and it was why he gave his usual greetings but made a beeline towards one of the tables hidden away in the corner where Max and Lando were sat. 

“You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” 

Daniel shot the Dutchman a look. “Thanks. Just what a guy wants to hear in the morning.” 

“Someone’s grumpy,” Lando muttered from beside him, stabbing into the fruit bowl that he was undoubtedly forced to eat on race weekends as a part of his breakfast.

“Just had a shit sleep,” Daniel mumbled under his breath as he flashed the waitress a polite but strained smile as she placed his plate before him. “That’s all.” 

And yet somehow, like it was some fucking cheesy movie scene, he heard your laugh and it felt almost instinctive for his head to snap in the direction of the sound. 

It was easy to spot your bright orange shirt in the sea of red. You were sitting amongst a large group of Ferrari team members, laughing away and looking like you were friends sharing a meal rather than rivalling teams in a competitive sport. Daniel noted Charles and Carlos at the table and a few other faces he recognised, but the one that stood out like a sore thumb was the Ferrari man at your side that he saw you with in Australia. 

“Yeah,” Max scoffed from across the table. “Just a shit sleep.” 

Daniel didn’t even respond to him. “Since when is she best mates with the Ferrari team?” 

“She always has been,” Lando said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Guess she got to know them when Carlos moved.” 

Daniel’s frown deepened. 

Max’s eyes shone with childish delight. “Oh, you have a crush on her.” 

“I do not!” 

“He so does!” 

Daniel’s eyes narrowed on Lando who only flashed him an innocent grin before he turned back to Max. “I do not have a crush on her. I just think it’s weird.” 

Max looked amused. “Why?” 

“You just don’t see many team members who are friends with so many other rivalling teams,” Daniel stated simply as though it was a fact, as though it was the only reason he felt like he wanted to go back to bed and start the day all over again despite it only being an hour or so since he had woken up. “It’s wrong.” 

“You don’t seem to feel that way when she visits the Red Bull garage,” Max pointed out with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“That’s different.” 

“How?” 

“Do you two ever just…shut up?” Daniel grumbled, eyes lingering on you for a few seconds too long before his eyes shifted down to his food, promptly ignoring the snickers of both drivers beside him. “Fucking youths.” 

“Never thought I’d see the day Daniel Ricciardo got pissy over a crush,” Max commented which only made Lando laugh harder. 

“Zip it, Verstappen.” 

Then it was in Miami. 

It was the night after the race. The air was still warm and thick, the celebrations hadn’t really stopped and Red Bull were on a high with their grand 1-2 finish. The music was bumping so loud that you could hear it from down the street, the club was full of familiar faces and close friends alike. Daniel was riding a high for a season that finally felt like was going good for him–something he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

He almost hated how quickly he noted your absence. 

It wasn’t until a few drinks later that he saw a familiar head of curls bouncing away by the DJ booth. With one hand firmly wrapped around the neck of his beer bottle, Daniel pushed his way through the crowd—smiling as people slapped his back and congratulated him on the win—before he finally made it to the other side of the club. 

He didn’t even pretend with formalities as he leaned closer to his friend, only one thing racking about in his head. 

“Where is she?” 

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed for a second before realisation dawned on him. “Missing your girl, lover boy?” 

Daniel shot him a look. “Where is she?” 

But this time Lando just shrugged, looking a bit sheepish as he replied. “I don’t know, I think she said she was catching dinner with a friend or something.” 

“A friend? Who?” 

The Ferrari man from a few weekends ago popped into his head. It did not settle the bitterness in his stomach. 

“I don’t know, mate,” Lando huffed out, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t ask because I am not a nosy shit.” The Brit stared at him for a few moments before adding. “You know, you seem to care a whole lot about her when you claim you don’t like her.” 

Daniel scoffed. “Shut up, I was just curious.” 

“You just landed a podium, mate, and instead of celebrating at your own party, you’re moping around,” Lando pointed out as though Daniel wasn’t highly aware of how pathetic it must have seemed from an outside perspective. “I think you should—” 

But Daniel was already disappearing into the crowd before he could finish. 

“Bye Lando!” 

Then Monaco arrived on the season calendar. 

The Monaco Grand Prix was always a big event. It was a historical and prestigious race, it was a fan favourite and it was the race that every driver dreamed of winning, even if they wouldn’t necessarily admit it. He remembered his win in Monaco like it was yesterday, he remembered the thrill and adrenaline pumping through his body as he crossed the line. He remembered it like a dream.

In between the galas and the events and the media duties, Daniel was buzzing to race again that Sunday. And following strong practices and a brilliant qualifying, he felt confident as he got in the car on that sunny Sunday morning. 

Though he may be partially biassed, crossing the line to secure the win for the Monaco Grand Prix for the second time in his life definitely triumphed the first. 

It was his proof, his evidence. It was his massive middle finger to those who said he was washed up and done for, it was his massive middle finger to those who judged him for his return to Red Bull. It was Daniel’s way of proving that he was still here, he was still kicking ass and he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

With Max on one side and Charles on the other, Daniel let himself stand on the top podium with his arms stretched out and his cheeks hurting with how wide he was smiling. But he didn’t care, he felt like he was on top of the world and he could do anything in that moment. 

And when he stood on the edge of the pool, Max cheering from somewhere behind him with the rest of the Red Bull team, Daniel didn’t think a single thing could make this day better.

So, it was really no surprise when the drivers had dragged him out of his apartment to celebrate his win (not that he needed much convincing). 

And it was no surprise that the majority of the Formula One world were out that night in Monaco, drowning in the luxuries and highs the country had to offer in being such a pinnacle stop on the map for the season.

And it was no fucking surprise that Daniel saw you in the club, dressed in a little black dress that was simple and nothing special, but dear god, it was so different to the bright orange shirt you usually wore that he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

He was staring. He was well aware he was staring, and the elbow digging into his side courtesy of a certain Dutch driver also told him he was staring. But he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Not after the first drink, not after the second and certainly not after any of the others. 

You sat by the bar, legs crossed over, looking so pretty as you leaned against the counter, lips wrapped around the straw of whatever fruity cocktail you were drinking and your head tilted in faux-interest as you listened to whatever the man beside you was saying. 

“For fuck’s sake, man, just go up to her!” Max yelled from his side, one arm thrown across his shoulder to stop the drunk man from stumbling too much. “You are taking the piss now!” 

“I am not taking advice from you,” Daniel yelled back, but his eyes never left you. “You’re, like, twelve!” 

“Go!” Max said and pointed towards the bar, to where the man leaned closer to you with his hand resting on your knee. “Or he’ll get her first.” 

Daniel had all but ceremoniously pushed the Dutchman to the side as he shoved through the throng of dancing strangers, his eyes focused on the bar. He didn’t think twice about his actions, and maybe if he was two drinks more sober, he would have gone about it a whole different way, but drunk Daniel was his own person with his own mouth and, apparently, his own fucking attitude. 

“Piss off, mate,” he said to the man across from you as he settled into your side, standing beside the stool you sat on with his arm leaning against the counter just behind you. In his drunken haze, he half-managed to identify the man across from you as the Ferrari man he had seen around the paddock. 

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Piss. Off.” Daniel stated a lot more bluntly, the usual cheeriness to his voice was nowhere to be found. Instead, his darkened gaze met the man’s and his face remained fairly blank. “Do I need to repeat myself?” 

You looked at him, a little surprised. “Daniel–”

The man puffed out his chest. “We are having a conversation.” 

You turned to the man this time. “Jack–” 

“Listen to the lady, James,” Daniel said, and this time there was a smug grin on his face. “Fuck off.” 

It wasn’t until you shot Jack a look that he finally backed off, his hands raised in mock defeat and somewhat of a glare sent in the direction of the Australian driver, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, Daniel waved him a mocking solute, watching the Ferrari worker get lost in the crowd at the club. 

Only then did he turn to look at you, grinning when he saw the angry pout on your lips. 

“What the fuck was that about, Daniel?” You spat at him, a little tipsy yourself and really fucking confused at the driver’s sudden behaviour. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he stated, completely disregarding the question you had just asked him. “Kinda hot, to be honest.”

Your eyes narrowed on him. “You’re an asshole.” 

“Any other names you wanna call me?” Daniel teased like you were two friends bantering, like he hadn’t just stormed over and sent another man away. Like he was in any right to act the way he did. 

“Yeah, you’re a prick,” you said as your finger poked his chest as aggressively as one could when they were three pornstar martinis deep. “An entitled, arrogant, cocky prick who thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants.” 

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, hooded eyes focused on your lips, glossy and pouty and he could bet his bottom dollar that you tasted like the mango lip balm he would always see you putting on. 

“And you are just so full of it!” you huffed out as you turned in your stool to face him, not even noticing the way Daniel stood between your legs to get a little closer. “Just walking about with your head up your own arse!” 

“Keep going, sunshine,” Daniel urged, so close to you that he could smell your perfume, the hints of vanilla and something floral he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He hated how much he fucking loved that smell. 

“And you just walk around like you own the place just because you flash everyone that stupid pretty smile and I am sick of it,” you affronted with your hand now promptly splayed over his chest, your fingers teasing the buttons of his shirt and his grip on your wrist keeping the contact between you two. 

“You think I’m pretty?” Daniel spoke up, his voice was low and husky and you shouldn’t have been able to hear him. But only then it seemed to click to you now how close he was, his nose almost brushing yours and your bodies almost completely pressed together. You didn’t want him to move away. 

“Infuriatingly so,” you grumbled under your breath, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips brush against yours. 

“Well, sunshine, I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” Daniel whispered against your lips, his warm breath tickling your skin. “And I think that every man in this club knows that too. But you know what?” 

You swallowed. “What?” 

“I think they can look as much as they fucking want,” he said to you, so sure and certain and confident in his words. “But they can’t fucking touch.”

You could feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “They can’t?” 

“No, sunshine, they can’t,” he said, his free hand fitting itself against your jaw, fingers dancing along the side of your cheek and dangerously close to your lips. “I don’t let people touch what’s mine.” 

You almost scoffed. “And I’m yours, Ricciardo?” 

“Come with me and I’ll show you just who you belong to.”

“I’m not an object.” 

His lips twitched. “Baby, if you want me to get on my knees and tell you that I belong to you too, you just have to say.” 

Your cheeks flushed, your hand fisting the material of his shirt. “Stay on your two feet, Ricciardo.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

There was a pulse in the air, a brief pause in the world where the music stopped and everything froze and it was just the two of you. Lando’s words pissed him off because he was right. Because Daniel did like you, he had liked you since the first day he met you and it just infuriated him that you weren’t as simple to woo as other girls were. 

But that just made him crave you more. 

And you know, no matter what you told yourself or even told Lando on the countless nights he would tease you, that you were attracted to Daniel Ricciardo. That no matter how much you told yourself you hated him, that he was the asshole you had made him out to be in your head, that you fucking fell for that stupid smile and that stupid face and that goddamn stupid accent.

You fell for him even when you weren’t supposed to. 

Neither of you were sure who leaned in first. If it was Daniel or you or some weird mix of the both of you gravitating towards each other. Your lips met his, the music was pumping through the speakers of the clubs so loud that you could feel the bass in your teeth and suddenly you felt the need to get out of there, to feel the cold night air of Monaco against your skin and somewhere away from everyone else. 

Mumbled words and whispered promises were shared before you finally pushed him back, empty glasses left on the bar counter and your hands intertwined as you quickly made your way towards the exit. 

It was a blur to his apartment. 

Climbing into the back of the taxi, his hands all over you and his head ducked into the crook of your neck. The words he whispered in your ear and the way he seemed to paint a million different stories on what he wanted to do with you. You vaguely remembered Daniel handing the driver the cash for the ride, a heavy tip added on top before he pulled you towards his apartment complex. 

You barely had a moment to take anything in with his body pressed against your back after he placed the keys of his apartment in your hands, telling you to unlock the door as his fingers pulled the fabric of your dress higher up your thighs. 

It took an embarrassingly long time to finally get inside the apartment. 

Heels and shoes kicked to the side by the door. The buttons of his shirt being undone and pushed off his shoulders until it hit the floor. The back of his knees hitting the bed until he was seated on the edge, you standing between his legs and his hands working on unzipping your dress until it fell to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he muttered as his hands ran up the expanse of your thighs, squeezing the flesh and tugging you closer so he could press soft, feather-light kisses along your stomach. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you told him as your fingers ran through his curls, tugging his head back so he was looking up at you. 

“Demanding,” Daniel retorted with a smile as his hands dropped to the button on his trousers, quickly shrugging them off until he was left in his boxers, thigh tatted thighs on display. “You’re staring, sunshine.” 

“I’m admiring,” you corrected, hooded eyes focused on his legs rather than his smirking face. 

“C’mon,” he murmured as he pulled you closer, guiding you until you were straddling his lap, but quickly manoeuvring you onto his thigh with an ease you could only admire. “Show me how much you like ‘em.” 

Your breath hitched. “I–” 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sunshine,” Daniel said with a wolfish grin on his face. “Wanna get wild with you.” 

Your cheeks flushed. 

“Put on a lil’ show for me, baby,” he whispered with one hand on your waist, the other cradling your face so you couldn’t look away from him. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you forget that little fucker’s name.” 

You frowned. “Jack?” 

“Don’t,” he gruffed out, his fingers digging into your cheeks. “Don’t say his fucking name. I don’t care what he is to you or who–”

“He’s just a friend,” you muttered quickly, his hand on your waist guiding you against his thigh. Your breath got caught in your throat as your clothed clit brushed against his muscular thigh. “J-Just a friend.”

“Just a friend?” he mocked, watching as your lips parted in a silent scream. “Just a friend who wants to fuck you like I’m gonna fuck you?” 

“I don’t–” your hands darted out to grip his shoulder, your hips rolling against his thigh. “I was never gonna–” 

“Oh, I know, sunshine,” he cooed as he brought you into a bruising kiss, your moans muffled by his lips as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening. “I know he can’t make you feel half as good.” 

“So arrogant,” you muttered between broken whines as your head fell to rest on his shoulder. Unable to deal with the growing pleasure, you bit down on his shoulder, his whispered praises washing over you as your orgasm washed over you. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Danny,” you whimpered into his shoulder, muscles relaxed and body slumped against his. 

“That’s my name, baby, gonna get used to saying it a lot more tonight,” he said with that pretty smile. 

For a moment, you thought that was going to be what ended you. 

For a moment, you honestly didn’t mind if that was the way you went. 

You could feel his lips all over you. 

Along your collarbone and shoulders as he pushed the straps of your bra down. Down the valley of your chest as the undergarment was thrown somewhere else in the room. Along the plane of your stomach as his tattooed fingers worked on pulling the matching panties down your leg. 

You didn’t have it within you to stop him when the head of curls ducked between your legs, teasing your sensitive cunt to the point you were so sure your heart would fucking stop. 

But then his face was just above you again, his movements were soft and gentle as he cradled your face and kissed you. His boxers were long enough and his hard cock was free, and big, and fuck, it was kind of hard not to stare. 

“Danny,” you whimpered with a neediness he couldn’t help but grin at you. He liked you when you begged, when you clung onto his arms and looked at him like he was the only one who could give you the world. 

He liked it a lot. 

“Patience, sunshine,” he whispered against your lips, his body covering yours and the head of his cock teasing your cunt. “Gotta make sure you’re ready f’me.” 

Your eyes were wet and glossy by the time he was finished with you. His fingers stretching you out, your nails digging into his biceps and his name leaving your lips in a hushed mantra as you begged for him, as you begged for his cock. And only then did Daniel finally slide into you. 

Someone could have told you that you had spent days in between the sheets with Daniel and you would have believed them. Whenever you thought you were done, Daniel was kissing you sweetly and whispering “just one more, sunshine”, and you didn’t have it within you to say no to him. 

Whether it was with you sprawled on his king size bed, lips and teeth clashing in a messy kiss as he thrusted at a pace only an athlete with his stamina could achieve. Whether it was with your face pressed into the pillows, his hands on your ass and filthy words leaving his mouth. Whether it was with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hands pinning your hips to the bed as he lazily lapped at you soaking, sensitive cunt until you were crying. 

Daniel Ricciardo was insatiable and you fucking loved it. 

And yet, when he woke up the next morning—though it was closer to the afternoon—the sheets were crumpled and empty, your clothes were gone and the only proof he had that the night had even happened was the faint scent of your perfume on his pillow. 

You had fucking ran off before he woke up. 

.

Daniel would be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt by your actions. 

At first, he tried to rationalise it. 

It was a sudden shift in your relationship. The two of you had been so used to spending the years at each other’s throats, that rolling around in the sheets would be a big change for anyone. Maybe you just needed a day or two to wrap your head around it, maybe you just needed some time to think things through. 

But the days passed and the next thing he knew, it was the weekend of the Baku Grand Prix.

Daniel felt a buzz in his veins as he entered the paddock, ready to see you again after weeks of nothing. All he had were the vague updates Lando would give, but those weren’t enough for him. Those updates and the memories of your shared night together could only sedate so much before he needed to see you. 

He didn’t see you on Thursday. He couldn’t even catch a glimpse of you on Friday. He actively went to the McLaren garage on Saturday in hopes of seeing you. And by the time the race had come and gone on Sunday, the paddock and teams were packed up and moving to the next race. 

The same routine followed in Canada and Silverstone. You were avoiding him and whatever feelings he had before slowly became anger. If you wanted to pretend it never happened, that was fine by him and he could respect that. 

But avoid him completely? Daniel wasn’t having that. 

It wasn’t until the Austrian Grand Prix came around—home of the Red Bull Ring—that he finally managed to catch you. 

Well, kind of. 

The moping and grumpy moods had become too much for Max and he couldn’t stand it anymore. A little bit of wine and Daniel was spilling his sorrows to the Dutchman, who then took it upon himself to concoct a plan. 

It was honestly surprising that anything planned by Max and Lando had managed to work if anyone was being honest (and in years to come, they would continue to boast about so), but maybe that was also to do with the fact you were too cautious on avoiding Daniel to notice the glint in Lando’s eyes and Daniel was too mopey to see the grin on Max’s face. 

But it all came to play the second you found yourself in Lando’s driver room, not even having a second to process the Australian already in the room before the door was locked behind you. 

“TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS MAKING YOU BOTH SO WHINGEY!” 

“OR JUST MAKE OUT AND GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH!”

“NOT IN MY ROOM!” 

You stared at the door for a moment, listening to the snickers and the retreating footsteps on the other side before you turned to face Daniel, a somewhat sheepish expression on your face. 

“Hi,” was all you could manage to say. 

“Hey,” he replied, but it was blunt and lacked any real enthusiasm. Because whilst he was thrilled to see you, to be close enough to reach out and touch you, the lingering anger he had felt over the last few weeks was still there. 

The silence was suffocating as you just stared at each other, neither one wanting to make the first move. You were almost shocked when he was the first to speak up.

“Why did you do it?” 

You looked at him, lips pressed together as you tried to come up with a response. You could have lied, you could have said a million different things that would have gotten you out of this situation but only the truth managed to slip out in a quiet voice. 

“I was scared,” you told him, watching as his blank persona dropped and a mixed look of confusion and concern crossed his face. 

“Scared?” he repeated, almost like he wasn’t sure he had heard you right. “Scared of what?” 

You didn’t say anything. 

“Talk to me, sunshine,” he whispered, his voice slightly pleading and the nickname you had craved to hear over the last few weeks was what finally broke you. 

“I was scared by how much I liked it, okay?” you said as you let out a shuddering breath. “I…I should hate you! I did hate you, or at least I thought I did and then that night…”

“That night?” Daniel prompted, risking to take a step closer to you. 

“It was so easy,” you whispered, your voice a little shaky and he didn’t think he had ever seen you look so…vulnerable before. “It was so easy to be with you, to kiss you. It was easy and it was nice and…”

“It scared you that you didn’t hate me,” he finished for you and all you could do was nod. 

Daniel closed the remaining distance between you and you didn’t fight him when his hands came up to cradle your face, both palms warm against your cheeks and those big brown eyes of his staring at you with an unreadable emotion. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, tongue darting out to lick your lips and his eyes watched the movement closely. 

“Give this a chance,” he whispered to you, a slight shake to his words like his nerves were shining through but the confidence he held in his gaze remained. “Give us a chance. You said it yourself, it was easy. I wanna make it work.” 

“Danny–” 

“Just promise me you won’t run away, sunshine,” he murmured, his nose brushing against yours and he felt something like pride bloom in his chest when he saw your lips twitch a little. “Just want you to talk to me, that’s all. Just…give me a chance to prove how easy this can be.” 

You let out a shaky breath. “You’re still arrogant.” 

His lips broke out into a grin. “I know.” 

“And cocky,” you murmured as you felt his lips ghosting yours, almost touching but just not enough. “And a real pain in my ass–” 

“And I can’t wait for you to remind me every day, sunshine,” he grinned before he kissed you. A long overdue kiss that left you breathless and flustered and your cheeks tinted pink. 

Yeah, it was easy for you to spend years hating Daniel Ricciardo. 

But it was also damn easy to fall in love with him too. 

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[normal-internet-user]

Tis I, 💜

I think my request got eaten maybe? But I just wanted to request the 2012 turtles with an adoptive human!older sister reader, who is very good at being a sister to each of the brothers unique needs. Example :

Skateboarding /being silly with Mikey (but not so much the others, baby brother privilege lmao)

Sparring /rough housing with Raph

Serious training / meditation with Leo

And actually helping Donnie or listening to him when he goes on his rants? Instead of making fun of him she gives him encouragement ?

And of coarse a cute lil bit with splinter wouldn’t upset me :) but whatever you can do with this! I don’t wanna ask too much. Hope you are doing well, love ya 💜

OMG hi Purple! Haven't heard from you in forever friend! Love the prompt, this is gonna be great!

2012 BOYS WITH A BIG SIS READER

When Splinter took you in, he was still a new father, the boys were still just tots and you were only around 4.

He'd found you lost and alone in the sewers, how you had even gotten there, he had no clue, but after discovering a note in your coat pocket asking for someone to care for you, he decided he would.

He raised alongside the boys, and there was never an issue.

You got along well with each of them and all four looked up to you as much as they did to him.

Splinter trained you in ninja arts, and you were patroling by fifteen.

By around that time, the boys had started their training, and Splinter often had you help him teach the boys.

You were Ane-chan to the boys, (Older sister, if it's wrong feel free to tell me.), And you always made sure to spend time with all of them growing up.

You'd make sure Donnie slept, and sit with him while he worked, and he appreciated how much you cared.

You'd let Raph vent to you, and you would rough house around alot, obviously he's a bit stronger than you naturally, so even if you won, it was usually sporting a few new bruises. He would always feel bad about it, but don't worry Red, Ane-chan can handle a few bruises.

You meditated often with Leo, and always listened when he info dumped about Space Heros. He always went to you if he struggled in training since he knew you'd do your best to actually help him.

You reserved all that pent up silly for Mikey, prank wars, staying up late with video games and moutain dew.

Honestly, I thinked you would have a moment like Po, where you find out you're adopted, and your just like,

"WHAT?"

Then you're talking to April and Casey about it like, "So, I just found my dad isn't really my dad."

Casey: "Your dad... the rat?"

*Nod*

Casey: "Are you-"

April: "That must have been quite difficult."

Moving back abit, when the Foot and Kraang start borderline harrassing the boys,

You're just about go kick Shredder's ass yourself,

Ain't nobody gonna mess with your Kyoudai. (Little brothers).

Obviously Splinter tells you to cool it,

But after that you go with the boys everywhere you can.

You never take away Leo's role as the leader but rather offer yourself up as the voice of reason and peace among the team.

You do your best to make sure arguments are settled in a healthy way,

While also trying to keep those idiots from getting themselves killed.

The first time you faced Shredder he was like, "Wtf how the hell did Yoshi aquire you? And why?"

You almost succeded in kicking his ass,

Emphasis on almost,

You got your fucking leg fractured.

You had to stay in a hospital up top for a while.

Ahem-

Obviously it would have been hard for Splinter to send you to school,

So growing up he just homeschooled you to the best of his ability, and you actually homeschooled the boys.

So when April and Casey show up, April let's you know it's possible to get a highschool diploma online.

You're all like, "Hell yeah, let's do this."

But then, ya know,

Highschool.

Splinter taught you how to cook, and you were the designated chef of the household, (Even if it was just algea)

Eventually, you taugh Mikey, so now you guys share the kitchen.

Now about that wholesome moment with Splinter,

I have a little drabble thought.

So, imagine you're around 13, and your job is to watch the boys and make sure they don't hurt themselves or anything.

For some more context the boys are around 9.

So, anyway,

Splinter is out, and you're babysitting.

The boys are wrestling, which isn't too unusual, they do that alot ya know?

But, someone's foot lands were it shouldn't, and now Donnie's wrist is swelling and all four of them are crying.

You panic, you pick up Donnie and bring him to the kitchen and put some ice in his wrist.

After that, you move back to the living room, and do your best to calm evryone down.

Now, Splinter knew he could hear anything happening for quite a distance, so when he hears crying and your panicked voice, he instantly made his way home.

He ran in, expecting the worst, and was relieved to find no one was mortaly injured.

After you told him what happened, he calmed you and the boys, and after checking Donnie's wrist, he put the boys to bed.

The entire time, you sat on the couch, waiting for Splinter to come and scold you. You felt guilty and ashamed.

After all, Donnie got hurt on your watch.

It was your fault.

Splinter sat next to you, and you curled into yourself with tears running down your face, "Is Donnie gonna be ok?" you sniffled.

Splinter put a gentle hand on your shoulder, "He'll be fine, my dear."

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, "I'm sorry, Father. I- I messed up, and then Donnie got hurt and I didn't know what do to-"

"Hey, hey. It was not your fault. Accidents happen. What is important is to learn how to prevent the same accident from happening again."

"B-but-"

"Ah, ah. No buts. It was not your fault. Now go tell your brothers goodnight. And then we can read stories." You nodded, smiling softly as Splinter pulled you in for a hug.

You wiped your eyes and entered the boys' shared room.

Mikey shot up from his bed, "(Name)!"

You shushed him, tucking him back in, and giving him a kiss on the forhead, "Quiet down, Angelo. It's bedtime."

He huffed, and you moved around the room, making sure each of your brother was tuckes in nice and warm.

As you moved to leave, there was a soft chorus of, "Goodnight, Ane-Chan."

You turned and smiled, "Goodnight little brothers."

....................................

Whoops, got a little carried away with this one lol!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Wild Nights || CL16 {Epilogue}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: With a new album out it needs promoting and you find yourself missing Charles while you are in New York for a talkshow interview. Warnings: 18+only, flufffff WC: 1.1k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

February 2025 “I wish you were here,” you whispered into the phone that you weren’t supposed to have in the talk show studio. “I’m shaking like a leaf.”

“You’ll do great, my love,” he reassured you and you could hear a lot of background noise from the other people at the airport. “I’ll see you soon.”

No sooner had the call ended that the studio lights dimmed and the live audience fell silent.

“Now our next guest really needs no introduction,” Jimmy Fallon began to say while you nervously paced behind the curtain, until Bea pulled you to a stop, “her debut self-titled album went platinum and I have no doubt her new album, Safety Car, will be just as good. Please, put your hands together for Y/N.”

Bea gave you an encouraging push and you forced yourself to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. No matter how many times you took the stage for a concert, or an interview, you still found yourself nervous - but you equally loved the thrill that came with it.

Once you were sitting in the chair the jitters faded away and you fell into the rhythm of answering the questions he fired your way.

“So, Safety Car, talk me through this album. How did you come up with the name?”

“Obviously Charles is a huge part of my life, we have known each other for a couple of years now, and this album was made collaboratively with him. That’s all him on the piano with pieces that he composed, so the journey of this album gives a glimpse into that relationship we have, especially the ups and downs that come with life. 

“I’m not sure if you keep up with Formula One, Jimmy, but when there’s danger on the track they deploy a safety car to guide the drivers through that peril. This whole album is about being each other's safety car and helping navigate the other through those hard times.”

“Wow, that is so wholesome and sweet,” he gushed before looking down at his cue card. “But what exactly is ‘that relationship’? Because we know you and Charles are together, everyone and their dog knows you two are together, but there was never actually any announcement as such and now there’s rumours that you secretly tied the knot while you were at the Vegas Grand Prix this year?”

You tipped your head back with a laugh. “You’ll have to ask him that because I don’t think he ever officially asked me out. We kind of just collided and stayed that way.”

“So you aren’t together?” he gasped like it was some scandalous news but you just gave him a wink.

“We love each other dearly, I mean, we found each other when we were both going through a difficult time and helped each other to heal. Any chance we have at seeing each other we take but we have always been aware that the reality is that our lives are in very different places. Charles’ work takes him all over the world and with my second tour coming up there just aren't a lot of places where our lines intersect.” 

The crowd sighed sadly but you shrugged it off with a smile as you continued, “Neither of us would ask the other to give up on their dreams, that wouldn’t be love then, would it? It’s what inspired my first single Love Is Letting Go. Charles had an amazing 2024 season and has renewed his contract with Ferrari, and his dream is to win a championship with them in particular so he’s very focused on that for this coming year and I’m so proud of him. Maybe one day our lives will be at the same pace but for now we cherish the moments we do get.”

“Oh don’t we know it,” the host chuckled. “We have all seen the photos floating around whenever you two hit the town. Looks like you have some pretty wild nights out together.”

“We do have a lot of fun. Why not? Life’s too short, might as well be wild and free.”

“That is true, but are you free? How else do you explain this photo?”

A picture appeared on the screen that had been taken inside the infamous White Chapel in Las Vegas. It wasn’t exactly clear who was in the photo because of the costumes but it didn’t take a genius to work out who was standing at the altar getting married. 

Pierre’s brown hair stuck out the front of a slick jet-black coifed wig while Bea’s white halter dress barely contained her boobs as she twerked against him. It was a little harder to tell it was you and Charles in front of Arthur, who had bought an online Certificate of Ordination so he could be the celebrant. Your brother-in-law had spent so long trying to find a printer in the hotel that he was last to arrive and left with a Star Wars costume.

“Well, Jimmy, I believe that is Darth Vader, Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, and Bonnie and Clyde. And it looks like they are having one hell of a time.”

“That’s all you’re gonna give us?” he asked with a chuckle and mock disappointment as he shook his head. “Fine, fine. Can you at least give us a song?”

The small side stage was dark when you took your place at the microphone but when the lights came on and illuminated the piano it wasn’t Bea that was sitting there as planned.

The crowd screamed as they saw Charles and your eyes widened, a smile growing as you drank him in after a long two weeks apart. “You’re meant to be on a plane.”

“I got on an earlier one,” he said, the piano microphone picking up his soft words as he sent a wink to the camera, “so I could support my beautiful, talented wife.”

The air froze for a split second before chaos erupted and the audience cheered.

You looked across the stage at Jimmy as a smile broke on your face. “Uh-oh, busted!” You reached into your pocket and slipped the sedate diamond ring you had chosen, opting for something smaller than the huge rock that Charles would have gone for, and slipped it back on your finger that had felt empty without it. “I guess this makes us pretty official.”

Charles teased the crowd as he played the wedding march tune. “There was never any doubt in my mind.”

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[cheezbites]

Headcanons of Dating Ghost PT.3

✎: Fun fact, part one is on 600+ NOTES??? HOLY SHIT?!? THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH😋!!! (You don’t need to read the other parts to read this one)

🌸Part One

💕Part Two

♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3

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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what you’re wearing, he’ll always do a double take, smile, and say:

“It looks cuter on you, keep it.”

Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.

He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.

“Y/N?” he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

“C’mere for a sec, ‘need yer help with something.”

You turned your corridor’s lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.

“Boo.”

“Ahhh,” you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.

“The skeleton checks out,” you quipped, rolling your eyes.

Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. It’s honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.

“You ready to go?” you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordan’s.

“Wait, I forgot something.”

You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.

You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.

“Aw, such a gentlemen.”

You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.

Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, you’d grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. He’s fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillows… is that something he should be taking note of?

“That’s it, let it all out.” He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.

Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when he’s bored.

“Y’know ink poison is a thing, right?” you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.

“Eh… you’ll live, dove.”

The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. They’ll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.

Bf!Ghost can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with him. He will not go to sleep until he’s forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows you’re unaware of how many nights he’s kept himself up just because you wouldn’t talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.

Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - it’s always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as he’s resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere he’d turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and you’re suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,

“Simon!” you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.

Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.

It’s his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and he’s casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.

“The misses got me this,” or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.

Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But he’s just continually found himself having them and each time it’s at night. He’s not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, well… sometimes. But the urge for a good ol’ beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasn’t even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking ‘shots’.

Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. He’d inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, that’s when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.

Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, you’d silently endure in each other’s company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. You’d just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.

•••╰┈➤Masterlist

Dating Gaz

Dating Price

Dating König

[minminyoonjii]

Types Of Caregivers [OT8/Gender Neutral! Reader]

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🌹CW

Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Soft Reassurance Fic|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

Bang Chan [Title: Daddy]

He's father. He's strict, stern but dependable and comforting. He's the type of Cg! who would go through every single Caregiver/Little step-by-step before even starting with the relationship. "Little one, what did I say about leaving your toys everywhere, hm?" he said, raising his eyebrow. "I'm sorry, Daddy," you whined, digging your feet into the rug. Chan hummed, "I know, baby. Now, be a good little one and clean up after yourself, okay?" he says, kissing your forehead. You nodded, "Okay Daddy," you said, picking up your toys. "Aw, my sweet little one? Why are you crying? Tell Daddy what's wrong. You know you can always find me, yeah?" he whispers, rocking your sobbing figure. You sniffled, curling closer to Chan. "You're alright. It's safe baby, you're safe. No one is going to hurt you, not on my watch, yeah? Your daddy will protect you, that's a promise," he whispered, giving you a firm squeeze.

Lee Minho [Title: Mama]

Minho is the type of Cg! that finds joy in feeding you. He's also the Cg! who would bring up rules, punishments and rewards because he wants you to be safe. "Come down cupcake, I made your favourite breakfast!" he shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Coming, Mama!" you shouted back, giggling. Minho chuckled, "Don't run down the stairs, watch your step," he said, watching you slow down and walk slowly. "That's my good cupcake," he cooed, cupping your cheeks. "Cupcake, you know what you've done wrong. Time out in the corner for 5 minutes, I'll put the timer right next to you so we don't accidentally forget. You can have your comfort plushie with you," he said, ruffling your hair. You sniffled, holding your plush close as you faced the wall. Minho frowned but he knew it was the right thing "Your Mommy made his famous brownies, you can have a few after your time out, okay?" he said, kissing your hair.

Seo Changbin [Title: Baba]

Changbin is that one Cg! that finds everything you do adorable and I mean everything. He's also the one that smothers you in cuddles no matter where you are. "Aigo, uri agi-ah so cute. Such a cute little menace," he cooed, carrying you away from Jisung's cowering figure. Jisung shuddered, "Hyung, they're holding Ikon's lightstick," he said, pointing at the bat. Changbin chuckled, "And they look absolutely precious," he said, taking the lightstick away from your grip. You whined but allowed it to get taken away "You're no fun, Baba," you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. Changbin smiled, "I know, agi," he said, kissing your cheek. "C'mere agi," he gruffed, pulling you close to his chest. "Hyung, they're eating," Jeongin said, holding a spoonful of porridge. "I know but look how puffy their cheeks become, I can't help it," Changbin chuckled, smothering your face in kisses. You whined, trying to squirm out of his hold to no avail. "You're stuck with me forever, agi-ah," he said, grinning at your squirms. "Mama!" you shouted and instantly Changbin released his hold.

Hwang Hyunjin [Title: Papa]

Hyunjin will be that Cg! that encourages any type of art you do. You're his little highness and he'll make sure it's known. Hyunjin gasped, "Oh my god, what's that lovely?" he asked, squatting next to you. "Tis a bird, papa," you said, showing him a picture covered in sparkly beads. Hyunjin chuckles "Wow! You're such a precious little artist, aren't you?" he said, rubbing your back. You nodded, wiggling happily "Is artist," you said, holding your picture close. Hyunjin chuckled, "The cutest little artist," he said, kissing your nose. "Spin for me, lovely," he said, watching you twirl in your puffy dress/slick suit. "I'm royalty!" you squealed, eyes sparkling at the gems glowing under the sunlight. Hyunjin lifted you up, "That's right, love. Our little highness," he cooed. You giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his. Hyunjin gasped, "Our highness nuzzled me, I'm so honoured," he said, rubbing his cheek on your skin. You laughed, squirming in his arms "Papa so silly," you said, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin smiled softly, "Only to you, lovely. Only to you," he said, holding you close.

Han Jisung [Title: Appa]

Playful Cg! Number One. Whatever game you have in mind, Jisung would be the one who makes it real. He's also dependable like Chan but in his own empathetic way. "Slow down, sweetheart," he chuckled, catching his breath. You giggled, "Hurry up, Appa. The lava is already rising," you squealed, curling up on the kitchen counter. Jisung screamed dramatically "Live on without me," he rasped, melting on the floor. You looked down, waving an invisible flag "You will be missed, Appa," you said, wiping your faux tears, Hyunjin gave Jisung a dirty look, sipping his coffee "It's too early for this," he mumbled, drawing giggles from you. Jisung noticed you sitting quietly at the corner of the sofa, "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he whispered, not sitting too close to you. You whined, rubbing your arms "Too much, Appa. Tis too much," you sniffled, feeling oversensory in your own clothes. Jisung frowned, "Can Appa carry you upstairs, sweetheart? Let Appa help you not feel icky anymore, hm?" he proposed, waiting for your response. "Yes please," you sniffled, curling up into his hold.

Lee Felix [Title: Mommy]

If you have anything you're not sure about yourself, Felix is that Cg! who'd reassure you. He's just a big sunshine to your little sunshine. "Mommy, am I pretty?" you whispered, cuddling closer to Felix. "Of course, you're pretty, sunshine. You're our gorgeous little one," Felix whispered back, kissing your hair. "Are the thoughts back, sunshine?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, leaning into his palm "I'm sorry, Mommy," you frowned, staring up at him. Felix's heart broke "Aww, sunbeam, don't be sorry, yeah? There's nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault, none of it is, okay? Do you understand that?" he asked, tightening his hold around you. Felix grunted in surprise, wrapping his arms around your waist "What's got you so excited, sunshine?" he chuckled as you plopped on him. You smiled, "Mommy if I'm sunshine. What's Mommy?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix cooed, "Well you're my little sunshine, my sunbeam and I'm your big sunshine," he said, rubbing your hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, "What's the difference?" you asked, poking his palm. Felix chuckled, "Just think of me as a big blanket of warmth. You can come to me whenever your little light gets dampened," he explained, pressing his forehead against yours.

Kim Seungmin [Title: Dada]

Playful Cg! Number Two. Seungmin is protective. The chances of him punching someone in the jaw if they look at you wrong are decently high. He's also mean. He likes seeing you get mad, he finds it adorable. Seungmin wrapped his arm around you, "Stay close to me, munchkin," he said, side-eyeing the person staring at you. "Is something wrong, Dada?" you asked, holding your plush to your chest. Seungmin smiled, kissing your forehead, "Nothing is wrong, munchkin. Just wanted you close," he said, glaring at the person. You raised an eyebrow but nuzzled into his warmth. Seungmin chuckled, kissing the top of your head "Good munchkin," he mumbled. "Dada, give it back!" you whined, reaching for your plush. "It needs a wash, munchkin. Look at it, when was the last time it got washed?" Seungmin asked, bringing it to the washing machine. You puffed your cheeks, glaring at him "Dada, it's clean," you whined. Seungmin chuckled, pinching your cheek "It will be after being washed," he said, ruffling your hair. You crossed your arms, curling up against the sofa "Dada's a meanie, big meanie," you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows. Seungmin smirked, rubbing between your eyebrows "Don't do that, munchkin. You're going to get wrinkles," he teased. Your eyes widened, "Daddy!" you yelled. "Seungmin!" Chan's voice boomed within the house.

Yang Jeongin [Title: Ninnin]

Playful Cg! Number Three. He's very good at taking care of you in baby space. The only person in the house that Chan, Minho and Changbin would trust to take care of you when they weren't home. "Innie, your little angel is here," Changbin cooed, rubbing your back. "Ninnin!" you squealed, reaching out to him. Jeongin chuckled, taking you from Changbin's arms "Hello, angel," he said, rubbing your stomach. "She's tethering between younger toddler and baby, be sure to be prepared for both, Iyen-ah," Minho said, handing Jeongin your baby bag. Jeongin nuzzled his face into your tummy, blowing raspberries "Got it, hyung," he said, kissing your nose. Your giggles echoed within the room, wiggling happily in Jeongin's hold. Chan chuckled, kissing Jeongin's forehead "We're not going to take long, prince. We'll be back before noon," he said, ruffling Jeongin's hair. You babbled, drooling around your teether. Jeongin cooed, wiping it away "Ah huh, and then what happened?" he asked, engaging with your babbles. You giggled, wiggling with your plush on your lap. Jeongin chuckled, nodding your head "What's got you all giggly, hm?" he asked, taking out your sippy cup. You chewed on the nib of the sippy cup, humming happily. Jeongin smiled, kissing your nose "You're so precious, angel," he whispered, stroking your cheek.

[frayed-at-the-seams]

My top BL dramas with sex scenes.

Basically my fave sex scenes and why.

- Unknown.

Starting slow. Real slow burn found family drama but when they get together, the scenes are sexy. It’s all about consent, it’s between two people who love each other and it’s a real build up of what has been years of pining. Not a full sex scene, it almost gets there, but what we see is amazing.

The couple itself is really sweet and the plot is well paced and slow burn is burning. The drama as a whole was great and I loved how the characters grew and developed.

However, drama has violence, child homelessness, drug addiction, child abuse, gang violence, and kidnapping.

Available on Viki or KissKH.

- Blueming.

This drama was lovely. With a real lovely slow burn romance that builds to an artistically filmed sex scene. While you don’t see much, just silhouette, you know what they’re doing. It’s intimate and so loving and more of an art scene than just sex. That’s one of the things I love about this drama. There is a real sense of intimacy and love between the characters. If you want to film a sex scene that doesn’t detract from the plot, then this is how you do it. It fit so well and was so visually aesthetic that it was my favourite part of the drama.

Available on KissKH and Bilibili.

- The Eighth sense.

Another beautifully shot scene. This one was intimate and fun and loving. The two characters laughing and just enjoying being by themselves without any pressures. It establishes a real bond and love between them that persists through later struggles in the show.

The scene is filmed beautifully too. The camera placement and cinematography makes it more than just a sex scene. It ties it all in with the character development and the plot, giving it a real intimate and unique feel to it.

One of my fave shows of all time.

Available on Viki, and KissKH.

- Between Us.

The side story to Until We Meet Again but about the second couple from that show, Between is about Win and Team. The drama is more about overcoming ptsd and trauma with love and support. There is one sex scene that fades to black before the proper scene but there’s enough shown that I have included it in this list.

The filming of this drama was engaging and worked with the characters. The plot focused more on the developing relationship of the characters and their own personal growth in response to their relationship than it did on any physical aspect to it. It is a wholesome drama that can be watched without having watched the first drama.

I have rewatched this a few times.

Available on YouTube and Bilibili.

- Love in the air.

This drama is split in two. The first half is the main couple, a typical top and sub bottom type. The second half is a Dom bottom with a pleaser top. Both couples’ chemistry is on fire and their scenes are very sexy. (I was so surprised by their scenes the first time I watched it. I was not expecting them to be so explicit).

But other than the scenes the drama itself deals with some good character development. Especially with the second couple where it explores a character with SA trauma and his subsequent trust issues.

For a drama that at first looks seems cliche and full of tropes (which it is) it actually explores them while also making some of it quite easy to watch. It doesn’t lessen the darkness of some scenes but it doesn’t overly explore it either. The viewers know what goes on without having to see the scenes in full detail. I liked this style of filming though a few of the sex scenes were no necessary to the plot.

Available on Viki, YouTube (but censored) and KissKH.

- Only Friends.

I am building up to the messy dramas slowly.

This drama though. This one is for the ones who love soap operas. There’s cheating, betrayal, sex in weird places, recording and taping without consent, alcohol and drug abuse, fist fights, and manipulation.

Basically a group of friends get caught in the messiest drama ever. There’s lots of sex and lots of character development, not always for the better. There’s three main ‘couples’ and they are all involved with each other in a messy way.

Let’s just say that watching this weekly was like watching a bit of a train wreck and seeing who are the survivors.

Well acted, very well filmed but chaotic as hell. It will make you laugh, make you angry and might even make you cry.

In all of it the lesbians are the least dramatic characters.

Available on KissKH and Bilibili.

- 4 Minutes.

If you thought the drama above was messy, this was worse but in a different way.

This drama has you second guessing everything. With a complicated slightly sci-fi plot line, the sex scenes as used more to show power and influence and control between characters than they are to show romance.

There’s so much going on with the viewer guessing character motivations and plots that the sex scenes get pushed to the side quickly. They’re there, and very explicit (especially the first one) but plot wise they are nothing more than a basic shock or display factor.

Either way, those actors did a good job. I had trouble watching them cause they felt too explicit.

Also especially here for Bible having a bottom era.

The show was well filmed too, even if I was confused by everything half the time.

Despite the confusion and the ending with way too many unanswered questions, I did really enjoy the show and the sex scenes did make sense in the plot. They were also filmed really well and I loved the lighting.

Available on KissKH.

- Kinnporsche.

Came out before 4minutes but with Bible playing a top character this time (the duality of this man). This show I both love and hate. Open ending, too many side plots that weren’t explained, lots of unanswered questions. Every relationship was toxic in some way. Anyway, I loved it. Great lighting, well filmed and stylised. Amazing acting.

Though the sex scenes, especially between Kinn and Porsche, were too frequent and in too many weird places. (They’re exhibitionists. You gather that after the first time). They were well done scenes.

However, this drama is not for the faint of heart. There’s dubious consent, freaky kinks, kidnapping, bdsm (between Vegas and Pete and there was no communication during it but it was such a well filmed scene), manipulation, violence, death, torture, kidnapping, and abuse.

This drama was definitely for the depraved. (Me and others like me).

We’re never going to get a season 2 and I am so sad about that.

Available on Viki, and KissKH.

Here you go you depraved souls. I mostly watch dramas for the plot. I can’t help it when dramas like KP happen to have sex as their plot.

Oh well.

Enjoy.

[justasecretflower]

Shark bait men as boyfriends 🦈🤍

Part one / part two

A/N- I feel like nobody will know shark bait on here but I really wanted to post anyway..

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Rhin

- oh he’s sweet.

- super kind and caring, he’s very domestic. He likes to be soft with you, he likes you wearing his clothes (canon), he likes you being all sweet with him, even if it’s cheesy.

- he gets jealous even if he doesn’t seem like he’s the type to. Which usually ends up with him leaving scattered love bites in a fit of rage then getting embarrassed about it and telling you to cover them.

- he’s super smart. Loves to give you tons of fun facts.

- sometimes wants to just live a normal life with you, away from war with the orcas, away from the kingdom, just to be free of stress with a ring on your finger, a cute house with a nice garden and all of the alone time in the world.

- he’s a nice in between of GW and Lee. He’s sweet like Lee, but a bit tough like GW, but not too tough where he’s a total overly confident, tough boy-douche most of the time.

- btw he’s total dad material..just throwing that out.

GW

- he acts like he doesn’t enjoy your physical affection (he’s LYING!!!)

- his face is fully flush while he’s calling it ‘stupid’ as well!

- he secretly enjoys alll the affection you give him

- now, as for him, his love language is probably acts of service.

- he fights over you, shows you he loves you by being productive and helping with stuff you could’ve easily done and saying “human, I can just do it better.”

- everyone can see he’s soft with you, even if he denies it.

- its like the ‘bad boy with a soft spot’ trope.

- late at night you two cuddle, he’s very cold, but he has a firm grip on you, so it’s futile to try and get away from him.

- he doesn’t leave ‘love bites’ he leaves full on nasty bite marks. All purple or red with the outline of his sharp teeth,

- he protects u no matter what.

Tiggy

- oh no.

- rip you

- he’s gonna have you in bed all day.

- this man is freaky deaky…

- but, he’s also best friend material.

- he’s your best friend and boyfriend.

- super funny, will definitely be the type to have you wheezing at 3am and trying to be quiet so the others don’t hear the bursts of chaotic laughter,

- gives you some of his bracelets! So you can match!

- on the contrary to GW, he loves physical affection and showing it off, will be on your lap, you on his lap, borderline making out with you in front of the others, slaps on the butt accompanied by a snicker and a small “sorry..”

- quality time is his love language! He just adores hanging out with you. Face masks and a movie or running around the palace annoying people he just likes being near you.

- you guys share clothes. He takes your oversized hoodies, you take his. It’s mutual.

- he nuzzles you a ton.

- like, cuteness aggression.

- overall, good boyfriend, can’t keep his hands to himself though..

Lee

- I don’t really like Lee, personally.

- he’s too forgiving. He forgave and defended the doctor that tied mc up and forced them to drink that the potion of lust…

- that’s just me..anyway to the headcanons now.

- he’s wholesome, picnic dates and putting flowers in each others hair, dancing in his room and making little forts.

- anytime anywhere he’ll sneak a little kiss, if it’s in public, albeit a little flushed but he’ll still sneak a small kiss on the cheek or finger tip.

- he’s really interested in games of all types, and learning. So he likes learning about random facts with you, and playing new games he got or made up.

- super energetic, he’s like a ball of energy that transfers over to you.

- he gets flustered easily.

- he hates fighting. Even if you were like “the sky is pink” and he’ll be like “yeah!”

- ‘me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and I do.’

Akhelios

- he’s very confident.

- he expects you to praise him 24/7. Ah yes mortal, more praise, more affection.

- in turn he will shower you with jewels, clothes, rooms in the castle.

- he never quite loved someone like you, be patient.

- yes, he does have kids and such. But he’s never actually cared for someone that wasn’t him. It’s a foreign feeling

- he loves you oh so much though

- he just has a weird way of showing it.

- he likes cuddles. He’ll cuddle you in front of whoever.

Stryker

- he’s extremely misunderstood.

- he misses his late wife more than anything. So when you come around looking like her he’s tripping.

- he’ll start out gently trying to push you to be like them. Her pjs, what instrument she played, her favourite foods.

- you naturally pulled away, and he feels this.

- he has a lot of self-reevaluating to do, and learns that he needs to love you for you, not for the soul of his late wife.

- he learns about you, what you like to do, what you like to eat, what you find interesting.

- it’s refreshing.

- falling in love again after losing his wife is scary. But nonetheless he spoils you. He gifts you insane gifts, he gives you massages, kisses, praise.

- he just might be the best boyfriend / husband on this list ngl.

- I know many people don’t really like Stryker because of him seeing mc for his late wife but give him a break..it’s a lot to process and he was sick in love.

- now, he’s fully in love with you, who you are.

- it’s sweet:(.

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[shirefantasies]

Marti it is Moss *does small dance* sending in a Hobbit imagine should it strike your fancy to answer. If not feel free to delete you come first and foremost! Your blog is always a delight and i read everything you post like its the morning newspaper.

Im wondering if you would write a hobbit headcanon for a reader who uses a mobility aid like forearm crutches!

I myself use forearm crutches (named Catcher and Holder a la Dwalin) for dizziness and weakness due to neurological issues, but there are many reasons for their use from joint pain to hypermobility. Sometimes people use them all the time and other times they are only used when they have flare ups (some have to have them available all the time in case of The Return tm)

Sometimes you use one and sometimes you use two. All depends on condition severity, needs,what youre doing, and preference

Even when you have a flare up you may not prefer to use them for short distances ie in your house some people choose not to. I use mine on the steps unless im doing something hazardous and dont want to risk a fall (and be able to walk in general)which ive become prone to over the last two years.

You still live your life and do what you do sometimes its a bit different other times its not. Sometimes you have a stick or two.

You can make a lot of fun decorations and functional tools like cupholders and pouches for your crutches and stickers make them unique and customizable. Honestly the biggest challenge for me is mugs and stairs+ other two handed tasks 😩 let me see someone smack a warg protecting their bestie and then lament not planning their cuppa retrieval rofl.

Im wondering how our lads would have a time with this- not acceptance wise as i know Dwarves are very accepting. More along lines of shenanigans wholesome fun bonding the good daily stuff that you write so beautifully and capture each one of them so well!

Thank you so much and if you have any questions please feel free to reach out

🌿🏹moss🏹🌿

Hello Moss 🥰💚 OMG Catcher and Holder that's perfectttt! Sorry this post is so fuckin long in the making but hopefully you enjoy it and this captures it well! I confess I don't personally use a mobility aid at this time so I may not have the greatest frame of reference 😅 but yeah I hope you like these little moments! *does small exit dance in return*

Warnings: canon typical violence in some

Thorin's Company + Reader With Mobility Aids

Balin

“Might I ask who built that?” Polite as ever, Balin motioned to the chair upon which you had affixed a pair of wheels. “I did,” you answered, “I was the only person in my little village who needed something like this.” “Well, you are quite the craftsman. Would that you had no ties to your hometown and the Lonely Mountain could snap you up! You could see those skills built up tenfold.” “R-really? I came here to Laketown for something just like that! But I’ll confess I think you will be a far better teacher.” Winking, you gave Balin a smile he mirrored. “You’re resilient. Smart as a whip, too! It would be my honor.” “And after all,” you added, “If anyone would know how to mount a crossbow on the arms, it would be dwarves!” At that, even as polite a dwarf as Balin could hardly help bursting into a wicked grin.

Dwalin

“Nice axes.” “Forged them myself,” Dwalin answered with a nod, “Grasper and Keeper. One grasps your soul, the other keeps it.” “How funny,” you remarked, raising your forearm crutches, “I call these Catcher and Holder. Same idea only with the body. Suppose that isn’t nearly as impressive, though.” “Impressive?” Dwalin burst out. “We’ve all got our battle scars. Our wounds. Never be ashamed of that. The fact that you’re still up ‘n’ going? Be proud. I can show you plenty o’ scars myself!” At that last bit, Dwalin began lifting up his tunic to reveal toned skin paled in some places and darkened in others by all manner of scars and at that, you couldn’t help shyly laughing. Proud indeed.

Thorin

Yes, the king had not denied you entry into his company when Gandalf had recommended you, but he had raised and furrowed his regal brow in the skeptical look all but branded into your mind. He’d asked Gandalf if he was certain, and from then on the fire in your heart blazed. Certainly Thorin treated you as an equal, giving you the tasks he gave all others, but he had been yet to see you in battle and you knew that was where your proof would solidify. In fact, the first time wargs closed in upon you, you were one of the first to run back at them. Hearing the way Thorin called your name, but thoroughly ignoring it in favor of landing a solid crack upon the nearest adversary's skull. Luckily your body was having a better day anyway despite all the walking, because you spun and smashed your way through the orc pack, especially once you saw the way one bowled Bofur and Dori over. Fire took over your heart and eyes as you swung your mace until you could swing no more, all but deaf to the cracking of heads and the clattering of your allies’ blades through that pounding adrenaline. At the end of it all, Thorin approached you, his expression surprisingly mild. Then it broke into a smile. “The wizard was right about you,” he told you, clapping a hand to your shoulder, “Invaluable in all respects indeed.”

Oin

“Oh, that’s clever, that is!” “My eyes are up here,” you quipped, crossing your arms and smiling sardonically down at the dwarf bent over peering at your wheels. At that, Oin tilted his head up to look back at you, giving a raucous heh heh heh of laughter. “Never seen anything like this lot before,” he commented, shaking his head and running a hand over the frame of your chair, “You’d think dwarves’d be the first to make ‘em! ‘S beautiful.” Your lips parted wordlessly for a few moments before you spoke, head still slightly tilted. “Beautiful?” “Course!” Oin replied, smiling widely as he rose to his feet again. “A real beauty for sure. A marvel, actually. It is quite the privilege to get to see it in action!” “No one has ever told me that before,” you replied quietly, a smile spreading across your lips.

Gloin

Orcs rushed you from every side, sending you scrambling as fast as your crutches could support you. Carrying a sword aside it all was about as unwieldy as one imagined, but you knew no different. In fact, your best strike that fight had nearly taken a whole arm off. Catching sight of you, though, the nearest of your blood-spattered adversaries grinned and gave a savage kick, sending your crutches flying from beneath you. Teetering, you pitched forward, trying to catch yourself with one arm and steady your sword with the other as the shout rang out. “You think you’re so clever, you great filthy buzzard? I don’t think so!” With a savage growl of his own, Gloin flew into the fray, and with a violent swing of his axe the orc’s head was sent unceremoniously tumbling to the dirt. “Serves ‘m right, eh?” Gloin asked with a smug look as he extended a hand, helping you up, handing you your crutches, and even gently dusting you off.

Bifur

You had seen the way he glanced your way. How his eyes traced the lines of the crutches extending from your forearms, the extensions of steel that made walking less painless. And running more painless if you were a charging warg on the receiving end of a bash to the face. Bifur had seen the way you slid your arms free to motion and sign to him, indicating the interesting things seen along the road. If you had a tendency to go nonverbal, he would aid you in removing your crutches when you needed to sign. Such things had been floating in your mind when you sat by his side, asked him if he understood in a way. You certainly felt understood in his presence, after all. Bifur glanced away with haste, but still you caught notice of tears in his dark eyes, just for a moment. A moment before the smile spread across his face and he leaned in, gently resting his forehead against yours- carefully, of course, so you barely felt the brush of the axe against your joined skin.

Bofur

“Bofur!” Uncaring how earsplitting your scream may have been, you charged forward, heaving one leg before the other as fast as you could while still keeping a hand on your walker. Which was faster than even you realized, sped by adrenaline and rage and urgency all pounding through your ears. Loading your crossbow again and again, you fired three successive shots into the assailant’s side, shoulder, and finally with the last you struck his ugly head and knocked him down onto his ass. For good. Sighing heavily, you leaned for just a moment on your walker frame before making your way to Bofur’s side, this time at a less painful pace, and turned it around to take a seat. Leaning down, you reached for his hand. “Bofur, are you alright?” “I am thanks to you,” he chuckled, his hazel eyes fixed upon you fondly, “Maybe I need to get myself one of those. Seems to aid the aim, having something to lean on.” Grinning and blinking back tears, you procured a cloth and a strip of bandage and started to dab away the blood on his shoulder.

Bombur

“Hope this isn’t rude…” You were surprised by the sound of Bombur's soft voice coming from your side, turning from the journal you wrote in and setting your implements aside. A part of you wanted to roll your eyes, well aware of all the 'not rude' inquiries you'd received over the years as to why you carried crutches, especially if some days you did not. However, knowing this one came from sweet Bombur softened you. He actually meant it. "...But what's the hardest part of having those?" You couldn't resist a snicker at the thought that immediately rose to your mind. "You'd really like to know?" "Yes," he nodded, "If I may." With another little snort, you smiled and told him, "Mugs." "Mugs?" "Mugs and stairs. Can't tell you the number of times I've spilled on my way up. Anything that takes two hands, really." "I see!" The conversation ended with Bombur's eyes lighting up. At least you thought it had ended... Several days later, he came shuffling up to you with that same sweetly eager glint and his hands behind his back. "I've made you something," he told you, pulling out an open cylinder of steel and unfolding another little piece from it, "Hope it works. It's a little mug holder. Go on, let's see if it fits." Snapping the little unfolding piece to your crutch, Bombur watched your face break into a grin as it remained in place. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, Bombur. Thank you." "You deserve it," he replied, smiling fondly at you.

Dori

“I wouldn’t exactly mind having one of those.” “A cane?” You arched a brow. “I’ve always thought it made you look distinguished,” he admitted with a smile. “Now that is a new one,” you commented wryly, “All for use of my leg.” “Nothing wrong with it,” Dori shrugged, “We all do what we must. Seems a shame you’ve such a plain one, though.” At that, your proverbial ears perked up. “As opposed to what?” “Well,” he shrugged, “I don’t know. Haven’t you seen all the nice silver tips and things they put on canes?” “Ah,” you nodded, “I see what you mean! It is a bit of a shame I haven’t anything to decorate mine with, isn’t it?” “Haven’t anything? What do you call this?” With that emphasized last word, Dori reached behind into his pack and procured a little silver charm, one carved richly with dwarven runes and even centered with a little green stone. Fiddling at his back more, the dwarf also found a section of string and hastily tied it to your cane’s handle. “Now what do you call that?” He asked, waving a hand over the charm. “I have a bit of luster dust if you’d like something more.” Needless to say, it was the most fun night you’d had in those endless weeks of trekking.

Nori

Raising one eyebrow at Nori, you stared in skepticism as he held a hand out and repeated his request. “Your cane, please?” “How do I know you won’t just run off with it?” You shot back. “You’re sitting,” he pointed out, “Not like you really need it. Besides, do you really think I’d be so incorrigible a scoundrel as to make off with someone’s means of walkin’ for no reason?” Nori’s gaze slid upward from your carven wood cane back to your eyes, which remained as they were. “Second thought, don’t answer that. Just trust me, hm? You won’t regret it. Dwarf’s honor.” At the invoking of honor, an action infrequently taken by Nori, your brow lowered to form a more neutral, though inquisitive, expression as you handed your cane over. You were quickly distracted by conversation from Dori as you sat, folding your hands in both complacency and content and shivering a bit in the snow. The conversation continued for some time until an ‘A-ha!’ rang out and Nori came running back up, triumphantly hoisting your cane, to which he had crudely affixed one of his many knives. “And what,” you asked, “Is this?” Nodding beyond your night’s campground, Nori indicated the ice extending across the ground. “Aid in your trek! Can’t have you slipping, can you? Not that I won’t catch ya.” He winked.

Ori

“Your sticks!” Ori gasped, brown eyes wide with horror. “Where are they?” “My crutches?” Eyebrows sliding upward in amusement, you made your way toward the young dwarf, who was stitching a sock a handful of feet away. At that, he simply nodded, repairs completely abandoned upon his lap. "Oh, I simply had no need for them today," you answered with a small shrug of your shoulders. At that, Ori gave a curious little frown. “So you can walk some days?” “It isn’t only a matter of walking,” you chuckled, “Moreso that some days my pain and balance are worse.” “Like when Gloin’s leg bothers him?” Ori asked, face turning to childlike eagerness. “Or how Bifur doesn't talk some days?" A little smile spread across your face and your chest expanded with warmth. "Yes," you agreed, "Just like that, Ori."

Fili

Mind drifting off in tandem with the pulsing ache of your limbs, you gazed at the flicker of the fire, faintly drifting smoke curling into the air from pipes and the kindling itself. Your hands idly wrung your cane until the sensation of warmth brushing your leg drew you from your empty focus spiral. Shifting your gaze, you were met with the sight of Fili sitting at your side. "Think I might need one of those after today." Following his gaze, your eyes fell back down to your hands, more specifically the cane held there. "Your own mobility aid or the other?" At your last words, Fili quirked up a golden brow. "The other?" He repeated. Smirking proudly, you slid the end off your cane, revealing a sword hidden within. “The other,” you repeated once more with emphasis, “Guess you weren’t paying attention to how I heaved so many goblins off that bridge.” “You’re right,” Fili agreed, blue eyes lighting up in the fireglow, “I do want that. How long has that been there?” “Whole time.” “Just waiting for the right moment, eh?” “Of course,” you bantered back, “Gotta make a show.”

Kili

“Can I try?” Kili smiled up at you as you blinked at him, face blank with thought. Reaching down, he pantomimed using your crutches for a step, swinging his arms back and forth. "You want to give my crutches a go?" Your eyebrows shot up, a smile building upon your face. Memories flooded your mind, deep knowledge of the struggle that nearly always comes with those first steps and even far beyond. Loosening the grip you had upon your aids, you handed them off to Kili as you took Oin's hand and allowed him to help walk and lower you onto a makeshift camp seat. Hooking his arms in, Kili stood up, adjusting his posture after several moments. He took a step, then swung them. "Wait, that doesn't make sense. Hold on." You giggled from your seat at Oin's side as Kili raised one leg, thought, brought the crutches down again and wobbled such that you were tempted to extend hands that could catch him.

Bilbo

“I was scared first, but trust me: you’ll be grateful in the end once you get on these fellows,” Bilbo told you, looking down at you as he patted the pony he sat upon. “It isn’t that,” you answered, gaze dropping from the hobbit’s, “It’s…well, it is a bit embarrassing, to be honest.” The dwarves had been sweet enough to fortify the feet of your forearm crutches, though they still could not understand why you didn’t ride. The answer, quite frankly, rose a bit of a flush to your cheeks. Bilbo must have caught this. “You shouldn’t be ashamed. Nothing of it is your fault. You can tell me. Probably better me than all those dwarves, right? I won’t tell a soul.” His voice dropped to a playful whisper for that last sentence, which though it didn’t help the heat radiating beneath your skin did open your heart and your mouth. “If I were to get lightheaded or a shock of pain riding a pony I could fall off. And...And I would need someone to hold onto me.” “Ah,” the hobbit replied, this time taking his turn to shyly gaze away, “Well, if you ever change your mind, I would be more than happy to hold you.”

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[sleeplesssmoll]

picnic day with the timekeeper fam?

I had this in the back of my head after I read it because the fam sharing a meal is one of the things we see in a lot of official art. The Suitcase fam actually likes to eat together, even if not everyone is available. I think that shows a bond. Chit-chatting, sharing plates, just wholesome fun.

idk how other people think but i see a scene in my head which is why my HCs usually get typed liked that. It started like this:

Vertin and Regulus share a pack of Pop-Tarts in one of the Suitcases huge bay windows. They're exhausted since they returned from a mission. The weather's really nice and Regulus casually mentions that'd it'd be good day for a picnic. Vertin replies "Then let's have one." No plan, all decided on a whim. Sonetto is actually the one who organizes everything and Vertin delegates responsibilities.

The picnic itself is very soft instead of chaotic because a lot of the members are tuckered out from the mission. Click's been taking pictures of them and enjoys the peaceful day since the Suitcase is usually very lively. Regulus is sharing her music with Sotheby while they cloud-gaze. Druvis is leading Lilya around her garden. She smiles more these days. Jessica is making a flower wreath for Blonney. Zima's writing poetry while listening to Getian play his flute.

Eternity is playing lawn bowling with Centurion and mentions how weird it was for the youths to be napping while the adults play. They are tied, which Centurion isn't used to as a winner, but it makes things exciting.

Tennant is talking to Dikke and mentions that it'd be nice if Vertin created an isolated, private section of the wilderness. Dikke tells her to shut up and also to leave the Timekeeper alone. They end up bickering but neither walks away from the other.

Vertin isn't running around keeping tabs on people like usual. She's sprawled out on a picnic blanket after eating a few sandwiches. The kids run off with her hat and coat but, she lets them. She ends up taking a short nap. When she opens her eyes again, Eagle, Erick, Mondlicht and the other youngsters placed her jacket over her like a blanket and they're curled around her like rabbits.

Vertin gets up carefully without waking them up. She eventually joins a very content Sonetto under a shady tree and the two talk about things that aren't work like Sonetto's recent poems and paintings. Vertin brings up her next idea for the Wilderness but she's very vague. It's because Vertin's next plan for the wilderness is actually inspired by one of Sonetto's paintings but its a surprise.

Tennant's wish might get granted after all.

Everything is very fluffy on this peaceful picnic.

On that note, can you imagine someone actually moving mountains for you? Vertin is like a deity and her Suitcase is her domain. She moves things around at will and its crazy.

[lilbeanblogsabit]

So I feel like the world is full of fear and horribleness right now, so I’m going to do what I do best and do my best to be as cute as possible to brighten peoples days.

So I’ve decided, today is the perfect day for me to tell you all how I asked my Daddy to be my Daddy.

So there’s two stories. The first, is a boring one, where Daddy and I were having dinner at his apartment and I blushingly stammered out “will… you…I mean…if you're ok with it…can I call you …Daddy?

He said yes! and we discussed what it would look like for us to become more involved with each other. After all that I said something like “…ok I wanna do something cute for you… sorta like an engagement thing…” and he loved the idea and wanted to do something too… which leads to the actual cute/wholesome part…

So the next week I did the “official” asking… and there were 3 main parts:

Part 1: give Daddy a box with a pacifier in it, so he could put it in my mouth (I know it’s cliche but it’s cute as heck)

Part 2: …have Daddy dress me for dinner, which was at a fancy-for-us restaurant.

Part 3: …have unbelievably fun s*x

So we set the date for “our proposal” for the next week.

Skipping to then, when I arrived at Daddy’s house and he let me in, I could tell He was kinda nervous because I didn’t tell him what I was planning on doing. We hang out for a while and eventually got to cuddling in the couch, which seemed good enough for me, so I laid my head in his lap, looked up at him and handed him a small box with the Paci in it (it was the LFB I ❤️ Daddy one ☺️) and said “I really like how our relationship is going and I want to you to be my Daddy… So will you be my Daddy?

He smiled, grabbed the Paci, put it in my mouth, then kissed my forehead and said “of course I will Beanie” (except he used my real name lol). And I got up and sat in front of him and… we made out for a while…

Then, Dinner! But more importantly, Daddy gets to dress me!

At the time I was (and still am) hesitant about wearing any little gear in public. And since we were going to a nicer restaurant, little gear was kinda outta the question.

…but I was feeling brave and Daddy reassured me it wouldn’t be noticeable.

He picked a Abena L4 for the dip, since it’s thin but still feels like a dip! Then I brought a few onesies, and he picked out for a matching “I ❤️ Daddy” onesie to wear as an under shirt then a back dress shirt to wear in top.

He was nice enough to let me wear my normal (at the time lol) undies so that to help the onesie hold everything in place. Then he helped me get my socks on and tied my shoes for me (to this day still makes my heart flutter 🥰) and treated me like a kid all the way to the restaurant.

He made me sit in the back seat on the way there, asked me what I wanted to listen too, then told me I was too young for that and put on kids bop… which btw is kinda a guilty pleasure of mine… 🙈

When we got to the restaurant he “yelled” at me for opening my own door, saying it was dumb of him to forget the child locks, and told me to hold his hand while crossing the street… which I was already going to do anyway 😂

I was really hoping he would get a kids menu for me, but he didn’t, and later he admitted he wasn’t comfortable with it, which made me very happy that he told me because that’s how you develop trust!

Anyway it didn’t matter since Daddy ordered for me, and got me chicken strips and Mac and cheese with sprite to drink… and considering he got a steak and pasta with wine… it was very fitting for our relationship, which is why he did it. 😊

We finished dinner, got back in the car… and before we left, Daddy made me pee myself… which has since become a habit of ours whenever I wear in public 🙈

We get home and Daddy laid me down on his bed and gently stripped my clothes off leaving me in my onesie and diaper, then tells me that I was a naughty boy for using my diaper and not asking him for a change. When I tried to complain of course the Paci made its way back into my mouth

What followed was said incredibly fun s*x… which I will not repeat because it makes me VERY blushy to think about still. 🙈

At the end of it, Daddy finished all over my diaper area, then re-diapered me and made me finish in my diaper…

…and that was the start of what now is Daddy and I’s 24/7 relationship… and it’s been absolutely incredible ever since 🥰

PS: I am posting this because I cannot fully function with the amount of negativity and fear in my life right now. This is not meant to draw attention away from what’s happening, nearly meant to be an escape for those wanting it. ❤️

[sp4ceboo]

Mi Amor: Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: poe had a good time busting an imperial base somewhere so he went to the bar to celebrate and have a better time

Warnings: alcohol, iNeBriAtiOn (he gets drunk), i can't write spanish and neither can google translate, apart from that it's hella wholesome,

Transalations: mi amor = my love, bobo = silly, other translations are in the main text,

Word count: <1000

You're walking through the base's cantina bar, trying to find Poe among the crush of other tipsy pilots, when your ears catch a soft echo of his voice. It's slurred, the letters crashing into each other as he sings some sort of tune engineered to poke fun at the Empire, but it sounds amazing in his warm baritone anyway. Carefully edging your way past a few pilots taking shots at the bar, you nod to a few people who are sober enough to recognise you before you burst through the throng to find yourself face to face with Poe.

His face lights up when he sees you. 'And here's my sweet cheeks!' He crows. 'You came just in time!' 'Sweet cheeks,' you mutter to yourself. 'That's a new one.'

Poe slings his arm around you, attempting to lean against the bar but stumbling and falling against you instead. You sigh, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket to steady him, smiling when he dips his head, trying to peck you on the lips but instead missing and colliding with your cheek instead. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the pilot to your left.

'How much did you give him?' She grins. 'He said he could take it. He didn't want to look like a lightweight.' You laugh. 'Poe can never back down from a challenge, can he?' 'No, he can't,' the man himself cuts in proudly. 'I never back up either.' 'Good to know, mi amor,' you reply, noting the liquid spilled all the way down his shirt. 'Let's get you home, huh?'

Tucking your arm around his shoulder, you support him as best as you can to the door while he waves frantically at the others, greeting them with a lopsided smile and bright, happy, slightly hazy eyes. Finally, you manage to drag him outside, where you hope the cold night air will sober him up at least slightly. It does no such thing; instead, he cranes his neck and stare up at the stars with a child like look of wonder. Grabbing your hand, he tugs you close, hugging you to his side and kissing your hair.

'Mira las estrellas,' he whispers, falling back into his mother tongue in his intoxication. Look at the stars. 'Son tan bonitas como tú.' They're as pretty as you. You laugh. 'Gracias, mi amor. Podría decir lo mismo por ti.' Thank you, fly boy. I could say the same for you.

He gazes at you, swinging your intertwined hands between you. Clinging on tight to you, he gazes at the base as if he's never seen it before, then stares at you as if you've got a second head. Slowly, he reaches out and smooths your hair down, his touch gentle as he murmurs something that might be 'pretty' under his breath. Suddenly, he pipes up, switching back to Basic as you begin to walk to the quarters the two of you share.

'You're my number one.' You wrinkle your nose in confusion. 'Your number one what?' 'My number one everything,' he giggles. 'My number one darling, my number one sweetheart, mi amor número uno...' My number one love... 'So, who's your number two, then?' You ask. He gives you a dopey smile. 'You as well. You're my number one, and my number two, and my number three, and my number four, and my number - ' 'I get the gist, Poe.' He tilts his head, almost tripping over a tool box he couldn't avoid fast enough. 'But don't you want to find out if you're my number five?' You raise his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles. 'Tell me later, love.'

Poe huffs but obediently trundles along beside you, periodically stumbling over his own feet and crashing into things which the more sober version of him would have danced around with ease. You're not used to him being this drunk, and to be honest, he's sweet. Normally, he's precise, his face always fixed in that cocky smirk, nothing like the starry eyed grin he wears now. He won't let go of you for a second - as if you're the one who needs protection - and every few minutes he'll glance over at you and grin, mumbling something in his own language about how beautiful you are.

Eventually, you arrive at your quarters, and after a few seconds of thought you decide that he's not going to make it out of the shower. You need to change his shirt, though, it's still covered with some liquor or whiskey of some sort, and you don't want that on your sheets when he finally crashes. Tugging him into your bedroom, you make him sit down on the mattress and wait as you find a clean shirt.

'Arms up,' you say briskly. He obeys, and you shimmy his shirt up, attempting to get it over his head, when suddenly, he speaks, his voice muffled by the damp fabric. 'Wait, I have a girlfriend, what - ' You yank the shirt up over his head so he can see you. 'I am your girlfriend, bobo!' He gives you a stupid grin. 'Oh, yeah.'

You wrestle the clean shirt over his head, and as soon as his arms pop through the sleeves, he locks them around you, burying his face in your shoulder. Sighing, you ruffle his thick curls, tugging lightly at them to prise him off you as he babbles about how good you smell. A chuckle escapes you as he slips on nothing and plummets face first onto your bed, letting out a half indignant, half terrified squeak as he falls. Groaning, he flops over, making very persuading grabby hands at you, and you indulge him, lying down beside him and allowing him to rest his head on your chest. He sighs contentedly, and you run your hands down his back in a way you know will make his eyes droop. A yawn cracks your face, and you kiss his forehead as his lashes flutter.

'Duerme ahora, mi amor,' you whisper.

Sleep now, my love.

[dracaelus]

BATMAN/DC FIC RECS

I like to make a list of fics i like but i'm starting to get kinda tired of scrolling through all my drafts to get to this one, so i'm posting this and starting a new one. This is mostly batman centric. Multiship ! The quotes are not the synopsis, just some parts i liked from the fic so i can remember what exactly happens in the story/what i liked about it. This list is more for myself tbh. I tried to keep things organized but probably failed

1 Wholesome and fun, but with a serious undertone/a bit of angst

Finished:

Nature and Nurture, by lurkinglurkerwholurks: long fic, multi pov batfam, they meet de aged Bruce Wayne through multiple stages of his life

"Bruce could feel a slow smile begin to spread across his face, until it stretched from one cheek to the other, framed by dimples on either side."

Am I The Asshole?, by FabulaRasa: greenbat/batlantern (i have to find out the official ship name), but also hal x bruce's bathtub; mostly hal's pov, and i love their dynamic so much. I recommend you read the whole series

(...) He crossed to Garwell, confident he could find a cab headed uptown on the wider avenue. After all, a world where Hal Jordan called him baby was a world where anything was possible – even catching a cab in Gotham in a winter storm headed uptown.

What Not To Wear To A Wedding At Wayne Manor, by FabulaRasa: oh i love this fic so fucking much. I can't put it into words. It's just so so good, you wouldn't believe it. Another batlantern/greenbat. I love this pairing with my entire heart and they're so good in here, really, so amazing. Mostly Hal's pov. I love this author and this might be one of my favorite works of them. This is just beautiful.

"And now. . . stupid idea number three? (...) This is your plan now?"

"I have a good feeling about this one."

Axial Rotation, by FabulaRasa: ok, so i really have a thing for this author works. Their batlantern/greenbat (?) is so good, seriously, i can't stress this enough. I love how committed FabulaRasa is to find a way to make their relationship work while still acknowledging how fucked up they are.

“Okay,” he said. And he put his hands on Bruce’s face, in the mirror of Bruce’s gesture. Last night’s stubble had become a definite shadow by this morning, and his face was like sandpaper. And also indescribably beautiful. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that, right?”

Bruce’s small wince told him that he did not, in fact, know that, but that was okay, Hal had a lot of time to teach him that.

Lungs full of saltwater, by Maeruh: GHOSTBAT FIRST SOULMATE AU AND IT'S FREAKING GORGEOUS, SO SO BEAUTIFUL

It drowns him as if rocks had been tied around his ankles before throwing him into the sea.

It is suffocating.

Furthermore, it's refreshing

How Batman Made The Housemaid Cry, by FabulaRasa: technically batlantern, but the focus is on Bruce and Alfred, and they are amazing in this. I love them with my whole heart

He pulled his cell out of his inner pocket and texted. Remind me to tell you about my conversation with Alfred, he said. And then please use your ring to erase my functional memory. Do whatever you have to do.

a soul that's born in cold and rain (knows sunlight), by bat_butch: ghostbat; bruce visits his parents grave and talks about Khoa

He thinks about the light in Minhkhoa’s eyes when he smiles. The glint that they gain when he teases, and the excitement that sparks when they spar. He thinks about the careful way that Minhkhoa cleans his swords. The line that forms between Minhkhoa’s brows when he’s sewing a mask or a cape or a wound.

Like a cactus on frayed wires, by Maeruh: ghostbat fic! It's just Khoa thinking about batman, but it's so sweet

"Khoa wondered then if, as the cactus fell, anyone would dare try to catch the cactus?

With its thorns, sinking into your flesh and with the dirt soiling you. With the possibility that it would be useless.

He supposed that there is always someone."

Kerosene in my hands, by Maeruh: oh this one. Maeruh is definitely one of the best ghostbat writers we have, and their minhkhoa narration is absolutely perfect.

Because Bruce is like that, he wants to be the sun in the lands where winter never ends.

And Khoa is a selfish snowman.

Relax, Clark, you're only getting married, by truc: oneshot, clarks pov, super fun to read. Honestly, I recommend the entire series

When, on the eve of his marriage to Lois Lane, Clark gets serious pre-wedding jitters, he calls his best- worst- man to help him deal with it. Bruce, in all of his pink and gray Barbie sleepwear glory, offers knockout drugs, unsolicited wedding rants/advices and a video gaming opportunity. Despite everything, the wedding isn't a total disaster.

Unfinished:

Manor - Dad lets me drive the Batmobile: batfamily at it's best, seriously, also incredibly funny, wholesome, with great family dynamics! Multi pov's

“Bruce!” Dick shouted when he finally spotted him. “Look! This has to be the Batcave!”

The what Cave?

“Can you believe it? Did you know it was right here under the manor all this time? This must have taken years to set up and look at all that cool tech! Of course, Batman has the best. Have you seen him…”

Dick trailed off and studied Bruce cautiously. His gaze lingered on Bruce’s neck, where this night’s fights had resulted in a small bruise, and the coffee mug in Bruce’s hands.

“Look, Dick, I know this is a lot to take in—” Bruce began to speak, but Dick interrupted him.

“You’re dating Batman!”

Brilliant Analytical Minds, by stuckoncloud9: some really fun Riddlerbat! Bruce's pov. Edward loses some of his memories and leaves his life as a supervillain to become a private detective. Somehow, Bruce ends up being his Watson

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at me. “Riddle me this,” he said. “I solve nothing, I build nothing, but I can destroy anything. What am I?”

I thought about it. “I’m not angry at you, Edward,” I eventually replied

love, nevertheless : superbat. Funny, wholesome, beautiful, poetic, Bruce's soulmate is Gotham, with Gotham city being kind of sentient. Soulmate au, mostly Clark's pov

"He needed to go back inside, to slip back through the service door and into the ballroom before too many people noticed him missing, but for just another second he wanted to hold out. He wanted to be loved and feared and owned by someone he could never hold or touch in its entirety any other way."

2 Pure comedy and/or fluffy

Finished:

and he looks at me, and i look at him, by Shleapord: THIS IS WHAT PEAK TEENAGER BRUCE LOOKS LIKE, I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH. Honestly, comedy gold

“You are a fantastically strange child,” said Diana. She said it with perhaps too much interest and not enough wariness for comfort.

“That’s what Alfred says. Also my old science teacher when I dissected everyone’s squirrels for them because everyone who goes to Gotham Academy is a coward, except for Roman who’s a bitch. I’m not allowed in Biology classes anymore, all I can do it take higher-level Chemistry classes for my science credits.”

welcome to the playground, by Shleapord: once again teenager Bruce being my reason to live

"Like, I get kidnapped all the time and Alfred says its good for me as a growing young man to learn how to navigate stressful environments"

here as i am, by TheResurrectionist: this is sladebru/deathbat and okay, i find if pretty hilarious but a more accurate description would be pwp? The important thing is that i love it, i'm lowkey such a sucker for sladebru >...<

Slade briefly debated making the sign of the cross, but thought better of it, running a hand down the man’s sweaty back instead.

Begone, foul demon, he intoned in the safety of his mind, still thinking of that flash of white teeth in near-darkness. Of burning blue eyes and plush, kiss-reddened lips.

Send to All, by kerosceene: peak comedy batfam.

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

Bruce knows how to swim, and he is will swim up the entire Nile if he has to. Too bad Jason has other plans, by arrowupmysleeve: this is a batlantern one, but what i'm actually highlighting here is clark. Perfect, absolutely stunning. Tecnically he doesn't even show up but he still steals the show. Clark eavesdropping on other people's conversations and sending them messages with his opinion is a top tier concept and needs to be used more times <3

Text from Clark K at 10.45:

I know you're awake, B😡

Text from Clark K at 10. 46:

I can hear you chewing😒 Pick up.😠😠

The last text makes Bruce pause. He knows Clark can't see him, but he turns to glare in the direction of Metropolis anyway and takes a large bite of his toast. And if he is chewing a little louder than usual, well, no one is here to call him out on it.

I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, by Mardiaz173: good old identity porn superbat, clark is being messed with by bruce but he loves him so he gets away with it

Until behind them, Arthur yelled, “Cheer up, Bats! At least we already know Kal’s into brunettes!”一he broke off into a yelp一“ow, Diana!” 

Arthur’s heckle seemed to piss B off一well, even further than his anger at Clark forcing him to go to the medbay. He didn’t speak their entire way there. When reached the medbay, B sat on the examination table with petulant air around him. 

Clark really did adore him. 

Lugubrious Alarmism: baby Clark being the most adorable person in the universe, superbat friendship with dolls, justice league shenanigans, very wholesome and super fun

Clark beamed and tugged the mask back into place. “Yep. Boose okay.” With that, he clasped his irritable stuffed friend to his chest and planted a kiss atop it’s cowled head. “Missed you.”

Space cellmates, by BoredomBeckons: superbat, a short but hilarious oneshot

“Mr Wayne. Please take this seriously.”

“I take everything seriously Superman. I’m Batman.”

“Look, it’s obvious you don’t believe me…”

“I do believe you.”

“…but I really am Superman, and I want you to know that whatever happens I will do my best to protect you.”

“Since your powers are being hindered it seems to me that I’ll be the one protecting you.”

“Right,” Clark sighed, not bothering to argue.

“Because I’m Batman.”

“Sure.”

3 Not sure if it's the same as the first, but here we go: comedy with some angst

Finished

Getting It Right, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (?), Hal's pov, some really good slow burn but like, not too slow, and seriously, don't get too caught up on the sinopses, it's not nearly as dark as it seems, it's actually quite lighthearted and with some family feels too

Jordan wasn’t just laughing, he was doubled over with it, his grin wide. “You’re so mad,” he managed, through gusts of laughter. “You are—you are genuinely so mad, look at you. I was just kidding, your score was higher, but I just wanted to see you lose your shit, and you did, oh my God are you in fourth grade or what?” And he threw his head back and laughed even louder. Bruce gave him a shove off the railing, and he just laughed harder.

Article 120, by FabulaRasa: I wasn't expecting this one to be one of my favorite batlantern fics i've ever read, not given the dark subject, but god, they are so good in here.

“Don’t mind him, grief hits everybody different. He just found out Batman broke up with him, but he’s gonna be okay.”

4 angst with some lightness

Finished

Sanctuary, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (and yes, at this point i know it's batlantern but i got attached to greenbat so i will keep using both, sue me), angst with some comedy, great family feels and Hal and Damian relationship is really precious. Hal has a chronical illness but is not dying. I recommend strongly that you read the whole series

(...) He wasn’t someone whose absence would be felt along a thousand fault lines and ripples, like a hole blown in the universe – not like people who had families and huge networks of friends. He wasn’t one of those people.

He sat cross-legged on the floor for hours, staring at the welter of wings and the green light that surrounded him on all sides. He had never thought of himself as one of those people, but somehow he had become one of those people, when he wasn’t looking. Somehow he had acquired a family, and the ripples of his life extended far beyond his own calculations. He had sat down on this floor one person, and when he rose – stiffly, slowly – hours later, he was another, a person whose ties to the universe around him were different than he had thought.

How To Keep A Promise To Hal Jordan, by FabulaRasa: I love everything this author writes, seriously, I can't stress this enough. This is batlantern, of course, and mostly Bruce's narration. Some parts of it ripped my heart out

(...) He let his eyes skate to Bruce’s lips. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Contact with the unthinkable. The impossible. Only the impossible had held him in his arms. Had touched him, had caressed him, had said impossible things to him.

Something about us, by Maeruh: ghostbat, khoa's narration at it's finest

"I had a dream," are the first words that leave Khoa's dry lips upon awakening. He doesn't get up immediately, just stares at the immaculate white ceiling of The Haunt.

(There's something different, he feels it buzzing deep inside of his bones.)

"Oh, that's unusual for you."

Unfinished

Drawn to the blood, by bat_butch and bellandeano: Ghostbat in a dc vampire au! Their dynamic is really good and Icon is such a sweetheart :)

“I don’t know how much you’d enjoy that victory, Ghost-maker,” Bruce muttered. “Winning me over with a bite and a bit of blood. I think you’d be disappointed.”

"Do you think so?" He tilted his head back, arms crossed. Bruce was right, of course. And he wasn't even looking for that victory anymore. "I might just take it to be forced to cooperate with someone effective."

“No,” Bruce dismissed. “You wouldn’t.”

"Don't be so confident. You're not as relevant as you used to be," he replied easily, voice clipped.

“Neither are you.”

you're still the oxygen i breathe/i see your face when i close my eyes, by nygmamale: this one is special to me bc i'm a sucker for ghostmaker interacting with tim and bao :)

"Later, after Khoa had pushed everyone away, he sits alone in Bruce’s townhouse, in a shitty beaten-up chair that smells like him.

Thirty minutes prior, he had ingested a copious amount of psilocybin. He wanted to see him, one more time."

5 angst

Finished:

every tale a tragedy, by pomeloquat: ghostbat, khoa's narration. Bruce and Khoa are soulmates; things don't go well for them.

"The strand around Khoa’s finger twists and tangles and pulls taut as he traverses the globe. Always stretching back toward Bruce, always tying them together. No matter the distance, Khoa knows Bruce is waiting for him on the other end."

[arabriddler]

Gotham Fic rec list

A Modicum of humanity makes everything harder

Fic AO3 description :

Bruce Wayne first donned the cowl ten years ago, vowing to protect Gotham's citizens from crime, but who protects him?

Jim Gordon is called upon by an unlikely set of people to find Bruce Wayne aka Batman, solve the case he was working on before he disappeared, and find him before Gotham gets wind that its caped protector is missing.

my notes :

this is an incomplete series of stories set post-canon. It’s great because it offers a variety of characters and interactions. Tbh I only read up to Evol Love but it’s very fun. Ties gotham and comic Batman together nicely ! I personally consider it canon.

The Edcubus

Fic AO3 description:

Edward Nygma attempts to live his life well under the guise as a normal, human forensic pathologist. He just likes human souls as a side dish now and then. It's what an Incubus does.  So when he sees a dapper looking fellow at a club, and how well they hit it off together, a soul seems guaranteed.

my notes:

This fic made me laugh and cry and giggle and smile and cry again and it’s just. A journey. It’s sort of a Gotham rewrite but with a twist ( Ed is an incubus ). Ed’s DID is written very well here as well as Oswald’s disability and the way his mind works and runs Gotham. The relationships are very light and the dialogue seems very authentic and the highlight of the fic is Zsasz. I loved hims so much here. Also, Tabitha is written so well here. I loved her

The Fox and The Scorpion

Fic AO3 description:

Ed and Lucius both think they can help each other, and maybe in doing so help themselves along the way. But the more time they spend together, the more the line between help and harm begins to blur.

My notes :

If you know me you know that I constantly talk about this fic. It’s just. So good. Had to stare at the wall after it for such a long time. The way Ed and Lucius mirror each other? Their conversations and interactions ? The plot twists? Moreover, Lucius is underrated across all Batman media. This fic really gets in depth when it comes to him and I appreciate that.

4 am

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot works in the campus cafe of Gotham University where he meets Edward Nygma, a student looking for a quiet place to study.

my notes:

college AU! That’s also a coffe shop AU! It’s so cute. Oswald and Ivy are sort of siblings here and I love that so much. Ed is adorable, and I loved the way Jim’s written here ( we have Ed and Jim as roommates ! ) I’ve reread it so many times.

On the corners of neibolt and Waterbury

Fic AO3 description:

There were many stories about the monsters that lived beneath Gotham. People always assumed that they were harmless stories, but the children of Gotham knew better.

my notes:

IT AU!! It’s set in Gotham verse BUT it’s also an IT AU I don’t know how to explain it but it’s so fun. We also have Ed and Oswald and Jim as childhood friends and it’s adorable. Made me want to read my IT book gathering dust on the bookshelf

Avast!

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot is the proud captain of the pirate ship Iceberg. He crosses paths with the surgeon Ed Nygma.

my notes:

pirates AU with supernatural elements. Complicated Ed Oswald relationship we just love to see it. The writing is so good It makes you picture everything in your mind. There is a laviathan and a kraken.

Puzzled

Fic AO3 description:

After Oswald saves Edward on the pier he tells him that he's going to take Martin with him and leave Gotham forever. Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Ed finds himself unable to let Oswald go... So he decides to go with them.

my notes:

road-trip with Ed, Oswald, and Martin. It’s simply wholesome.

Seizing My Guts ( he Floats me with dread )

AO3 fic description:

Oswald awakes from a coma with a bullet hole in his stomach and no recollection of how it got there. With his sight impaired, the task of finding his would-be killer seems to be impossible. Luckily for Oswald, Ed Nygma, his Chief of Staff, is there to lend a hand.

my notes :

went through so many emotions reading this. Complex nygmobblepot vaguely toxic ? Perfect.

Love is a four-legged word

fic AO3 description:

"It's a Maltese Shih Tzu," Ed says. "If there's a dog in the house, it shouldn't be a breed that generates puddles of drool."

"I thought you didn't like dogs," Oswald says, still cradling the ball of fluff.

"I don't," Ed agrees. "You do."

my notes :

a one shot that has it all! Dogs! Growing old! Post canon! Insane amount of fluff! This is such a comfort read I’ve re-read it so many times

Unexpected Visitor

fic AO3 description:

Oswald and Ed receive an unexpected late-night visitor.

my notes:

Oswald and Ed being uncles and it’s so wholesome I just love it. It’s part of a series which I recommend reading it all ( this is the second story ) I read it a long time ago so I can’t remember it well but I remember this part because it was so wholesome

I’d want to be felled by you

Fic AO3 description:

"We would be stronger together. No one could stop us."

They’re in love with each other, and he’s the only one that knows.

My notes:

Set after the season 5 knife hug, a very wholesome one shot with a hint of angst and lots of feelings. Ed nurses Oswald’s eye and they talk

We should be a settled argument

AO3 fic description:

Who would have thought Blackgate Prison and No Man's Land would have so much in common? Restricted food choices, unreliable air conditioning, and surrounded by gangs that can easily be bought, albeit for cigarettes rather than bullets. It's the same posturing and negotiating, and Oswald could do it in his sleep. It's almost relaxing, if you ignore the bounty on his head from the Russians and the grumbling from the Irish.

my notes:

I’ve read this so many times, it’s set post No-Man’s land and catches up with the finale, it’s basically the ten year period where Oswald’s in prison and his handling of black gate is written in such an Interesting way, and Ed and Oswald’s interactions are perfect and fun to read.

Russian Roulette

AO3 fic description:

Edward and Oswald find themselves captured by the Court of Owls. It will take the two of them working together to escape, but not all is as it seems. Escaping their prisons is only the beginning and survival depends on their all too fragile truce. In the end, will it be enough to save either one of them? And are they even capable of maintaining it?

my notes: this is the kind of fic that makes you bite your fingernails and stay up reading it and walk around in circles because it drives you insane. It also has lots of horror and tense elements that make it captivating

Point D’ Amour

AO3 fic description:

Oswald and Edward finally accepted their love for each other. Edward is the happiest he's ever been. Until an incident at a warehouse sends him spiraling. He loves Oswald, so why does he want to hurt him?

my notes: I received this fic as a gift and it’s so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 makes me insane !! Was reading it like :0