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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Photograph, oh my mind.

photographer!Satoru Gojo x model f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault's doin' it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering. Words: 4.4k

networks: @planetonet

The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.

You’re just you.

But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.

“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.

He gestures to a plush white dome chair in front of his meticulously organised desk. It’s minimalist. An iMac to his left with a notebook and pen to the right. There’s short pile of published books on the desk too, some of them his own, and a bulky DSLR camera on top.

There’s a camera in his hand, too. It looks heavy. You can’t tell if he’s holding it up or if it’s pulling him down.

You take a seat and cross one leg over the other, a beaming grin on your face as you watch him circle his desk and sit in the chair behind it. He leans back in it, his foot resting on his knee and looking as lax as someone can at their place of work.

“I’m overjoyed to finally meet you, y’know…” he tells you, brilliant white pearls almost blinding you as he grins. You can’t tell whether it’s a smile for you or himself. “I gotta say, you’re even more gorgeous in the flesh.”

“M-Me? Oh… no.” you shake your head dismissively, sitting bolt upright and appearing as prim and proper as your body would allow. “I’m honoured to meet you; I couldn’t believe it when my agent told me you were in touch. I— I love your work. I have for a while…” you inform him, a warm flush of blood heats your face and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your hairline begins to dampen.

He merely snickers.

Thought he doesn’t specify if it’s because of what you said or how nervous you look.

“Really? How long is a while?” he queries, uncrossing his legs. The rests his elbows onto the pristine white desk and creates a flat surface with his hands to rest his head onto. He seems genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.

“Well… I found your Instagram when you were posting your ‘Lips’ series.” you tell him. The confession has your gaze faltering from him, and instead looking down at your feet. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he tells you that you’re too weird and obsessive to work with.

“Wow… that certainly is an awful while, isn’t it?” he smirks. “What did you think of ‘Lips’? I look back at it fondly but—”

“I love it. It’s one of my favourite things you’ve done, Mr Gojo. Actually I— no, never mind.”

“What?” he tilts his head quickly upwards hoping to coax whatever little secret you were harbouring out of you. All the while his head was swimming with the unintentional eroticism of you calling him by his title rather than his name. You’re so demure and precious; positively bashful from being here with him like this.

He observes you pick up the bag you had brought with you, assuming it was filled with spare clothes and other essentials women like to carry. But even he couldn’t hold in a delighted chuckle when you pulled out a copy of a book that also rested atop his desk.

“You’re a real fan, huh? You weren’t kidding…”

“I’m sorry. I even pre-ordered it… I love it so much and your art is so beautiful. I know this is the series that made you famous so it’s sort of nice to feel part of that, I guess… um, yeah, I’m sorry I’m a total weirdo.”

“Want me to sign it?” he asks you, earnestly.

“I’d really like that a lot, only if you don’t mind.” you reply, before you even finish your sentence he’s nodding and holding his hand out to you. He bites off his pen lid with his teeth and shoots it back down onto the desk. You watch him as he flips to the opening page and scribbles his name in masterfully. “Thank you so much for this.”

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” he expresses with another grin that you can’t help but find awfully attractive.

His smile is as beautiful as his art. A set of perfectly straight white teeth and a pair of plump lips that he definitely takes care of. You only wish he’d take off his sunglasses, you’d give anything to see his eyes in all of their glory.

“Well, we have something in common,” he starts, demanding even more of your attention than he’s already receiving. “I found you on Instagram, too.”

“Really? Small world…” you mumble to yourself, “There are tons of girls on there trying to be models, and I don’t get much attention compared to some of the others.”

“You have my attention. Complete and undivided, sweetheart. Been like that since the minute I saw you.” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again. He has a special way of speaking that makes you tingle. So much so that you need to squeeze your thighs to stop any building pressure, though once again, you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Um, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Gojo.”

“Of course. I’d be a fool to let a rare talent like you slip through my fingers. I’ll ask a few questions and then we can begin shooting, how does that sound?” he offers. You nod, simply, eager to get your first big modelling job underway. “Perfect… how long have you been modelling?”

“Only a year. But I used to love wearing my big sister’s high heels when I was a kid and pretending I was on a catwalk, if that counts.” you smile to yourself as you relive the memory. He begins writing in his notebook, laughing alongside you when you tell him your answer.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” he beams, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “I’m guessing this is your first big shoot. But what types of gigs have you booked before now?”

“Nothing major, um… a few sponsored product things on my socials. Um… some catalogue work too. I’m hoping I’ll get to do runway one day.”

“I’m sure you will,” he tells you casually, once again writing in his notebook. “Have you ever done a swimwear gig? Bikinis and coverups, things like that.”

“A handful of times. They’re my favourite since it’s usually a day in the sun!” you laugh softly at yourself. It’s like an awkward tic. You laugh at everything to make sure you sound playful and kind and hope it will alleviate any tension between you. Though it seems like you’ve fabricated tension out of thin air, Satoru Gojo is a nice guy.

“Mhmm, what about nude shoots?” he questions, a serious look on his face as he looks you dead in the eye. Carefully observing your features and the way that you answer.

“Um… no, nothing like that.” you tell him, honestly.

“Would you be willing to?” he continues.

“I— I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t think so.” you stumble over your words as you do your best to answer his questions.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you.” he expresses. He finishes writing and puts away his notebook and pen inside a drawer in the desk before resting his weight on top of it again. “Some people do, some don’t, and I’m fine with that. Do you know what this shoot is about?”

“My agent didn’t tell me much other than I have to do the shoot since it’s with you. But I would never have turned it down anyway.”

“Stop it… you’re so sweet you’ll rot my teeth.” he chuckles, “This project I’m working on is called ‘Intimate’. I’m collaborating with a celebrity I’m not allowed to namedrop yet. But that person will be choosing the best models and pictures for something… let’s say: life changing. How does that sound?”

“W-Wow… it— amazing. It sounds really amazing.”

“Oh, and in case you aren’t chosen, don’t worry. I’ll be including all of the models in my new book. So, would you like to get started?” he wonders.

“Yes, please!”

“Perfect answer, sweetheart.” he grins, standing upright and walking towards a door behind him. He holds it open and motions for you to walk through it. Quickly, you find your bag in your hand and you’re hurrying towards him and into the much darker room. “Now… this is the set-up we’ll be using, and our anonymous donor has gifted us with all of these outfits to choose from.”

There are five huge rails of clothing in the room. Each filled with a range of sleepwear, loungewear, and lingerie. The setting he mentioned is a huge fake bedroom. A large bed with gorgeous bedding and furniture decorate the space to make it look truly comfortable and homely.

“Intimate, isn’t it?” he speaks. You nod along, dumbly, but understanding why his project has been named so. “I believe that we are our most intimate selves inside of a bed. Whether it’s our own, a friends, lovers, strangers.”

“That’s really beautiful, Mr Gojo.”

“Heh, thank you, baby.” he replies graciously. “We have all day. You can dress yourself or let me decide what you’ll wear. I want to help you win. Are you in touch with yourself to know how to achieve that; or do you need someone else to take control of you?”

You turn away from him to look at the clothes, as well as to hide your flushed face and the way you’re biting your lip. He inspects you as you allow your fingertips to dance along the fabric of all of the clothing. There’s so much choice. So many options to choose from and you have no idea where to begin.

And he knows it.

And that is why it doesn’t surprise him one bit when you turn to him with a meek look on your face and a sparkle in your pleading gaze.

“Please help me, Mr Gojo.”

He smirks and saunters over to the clothing rails. There is an empty one you hadn’t initially noticed in the darkness of the room. He uses it to load his selection for you before wheeling it over to a changing curtain for you.

“Babe? I have some advice for you.” he starts. You stand in front of him as he towers over you, waiting to be showered in his worldly knowledge. “The modelling world, particularly catwalk, is incredibly fast paced.”

“I knew that already, Mr Gojo.”

“It’s so fast paced, that you’ll have to get used to letting people see you without clothes on. You’re not anywhere worthwhile if there isn’t ten pairs of tits in your face behind the scenes.”

He leaves you with that and starts to set up his lighting and cameras how he’d like them. Before you disappear behind the changing curtain, you notice him loading a camera onto a tripod. He’d hung up all of the outfits he’d like you to wear in order, so he’s delighted when you emerge from the curtain head to toe in the co-ordinated grey teddy loungewear set he picked for you. A little vest with long trousers and a long coverup gown.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re a vision…” he smiles, tilting his head in the direction of the bed so that you’ll sit down. He looms above you, your neck craning backwards so that you can look each other in the eye. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them across the room, retreating away from you and picking up a black headband to keep his hair out of his face. “Will you let me touch your makeup?” he asks happily. You nod.

He approaches with a box filled to the brim with makeup. But instead of touching up, you see him pick up a face wipe and brings it closer to you.

“Ah! Don’t, I won’t win if I—”

“Intimate selves, remember? Let me take control sweetheart, promise it won’t be so bad.” he assures you.

You take a deep breath and allow him to do with you as he wishes. He spends some time removing your makeup, you don’t even realise until you hear him shuffle backwards and exhale deeply.

“So beautiful,” he tells you, two fingers and a thumb caressing your face whilst resting a makeup brush between his pinkie and ring finger. He rests down on the balls of his feet as he carefully paints your lips in a soft nude colour to match your features. He manages to coat the top lip with no issue, but your lower keeps fighting him and springing back into place. “Your bottom lip looks a little sore.” he informs you.

“O-Oh,” you stutter, accidentally biting your lip again.

“Ah, that’s the culprit.” he smirks, using the face wipe to take away the colour. “You look perfect as you are, you don’t need any of this shit.” he explains, throwing the brush back into the box and kicking it away.

You smile again, looking down as your vision catches Gojo’s camera around his neck. You look back to the one on the tripod and wonder why there is a need for two. But upon further inspection, you notice it flashing. A little red dot telling you there is a lurking eye spying on you.

“Mr Gojo…”

“Satoru is fine, y’know.”

“Satoru… are you filming this?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to tell you. Me and you-don’t-know-who are making a little documentary out of this. It’s up to you whether you’d like me to film or not, I can shut it off. But you’ll need to sign some consent forms either way.”

“No, that’s okay. It sounds like fun!” you simper. He winks at you before ruffling your hair, pulling it out of its tie and letting it cascade around you.

“Show me what you can do.” he demands, holding his camera to his eye and watching you get into position from him.

Your ears ring with beep after beep with each flashing photograph taken. You’re in your element, though. Gojo notices it too. The way you’ve transformed from being so weak and timid to seductive and confident.

He isn’t letting you be photographed. You’re letting him photograph you.

Clothing becomes less and less as you work your way through the rail. You work your way through sets of lingerie and posing like you’re a cover girl for Playboy, you might even be worthy of being called a bunny.

You’re down to a pair of borg shorts and a mismatched bra. Gojo is on the bed with you, between your legs. With your back flat against the mattress and your head in the pillows, he takes numerous pictures of you looking flirtatiously into the lens.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I changed my mind,” you start, prompting him to lower his camera. “I’d like you to photograph me nude.” you tell him without any hesitation or reluctance in your tone. It earns yet another grin from Gojo, who nods in acceptance of your sudden change of heart.

“Let’s make this a progression… unclasp your bra but don’t take it off.” he suggests.

You do as you’re told and lie in wait of what to do next. He simply returns to photographing you, which in turn leads to you posing some more. After a few more shutter sounds, he traces his finger across your collarbone to pull down one of the straps of the bra to your bicep.

It’s a sensual journey. One that carries on until one of your nipples peaks out from below the garish midnight blue bra that had been cupping your tits. He keeps snapping shots of you without pause, catching every inch of your true intimate self.

“Take it off now for me.” he instructs.

You pull it forward by the middle section until your breasts are being presented bare to him. There is a look in his eye. One that tells you he’s fighting against his primal urge to cop a feel and focus on the task at hand. And that, he does. A continuous string of photos are taken as you move and pose the best way you know how while your tits move beautifully along with you. Each movement forces a jiggle, one that Satoru Gojo is fighting to ignore.

He lowers the camera, you notice his hand reach towards you before he balls it into a soft yet defiant fist.

“You really are something, you know. So God damn beautiful.”

“Do you want to touch me, Mr Gojo?” you ask him, genuinely. You can’t deny the way this is making you feel. The way he is making you feel and has been making you feel since you stepped foot into his studio.

“I can’t.”

“You can, I—”

“It’s… it’s inappropriate. Maybe illegal? I’m not sure, but I can’t.”

“Mr Gojo… I can feel how hard your cock is. Please, just touch me.” you request, your voice almost whimpering as you practically beg for his contact. “It’s okay, really. I want you to touch me.”

He considers your words for a moment or two. And soon enough, he’s deciding that he can’t fight it anymore. He puts the camera down on the ground, freeing his hands so he can feel you and only you.

His hands are warm. He’s gentle with his touch, and his squeezing is soft. You mewl when his fingers and thumbs stray to your pert nipple.

“Gorgeous all around, hm? Even your moans are pretty.” he praises you.

You shudder as he lowers his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling just enough to leave faint love bites as he carries on fondling your breasts. Soon he’s travelling south. Your collarbone is showered in tender affection and the same is gifted between the valley of your breasts.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.” Gojo informs you.

You look down at him, nodding, before he latches onto your breast to suckle and softly bite at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Each word spoke, each touch and each kiss from his lips is rushing straight to your cunt and making you feel heady.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you feel him wrap his arms around your back. You feel a chill as you’re quickly manoeuvred so that he’s sitting upright on the edge of the bed and you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head with one hand and lets his other rest firmly in the small of your back.

He kisses you, deeply. It’s slow and passionate. Dare you say, intimate. You’re licking each other’s tongues gently as it continues to progress. Your hips rut against his throbbing hard-on through his dress-pants.

“You’re so perfect, baby. I knew I had to have you when I saw you.” he admits, it makes you giggle and throw your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck even more.

He picks you up again and keeps you on the edge of the bed. His fingers delve into your shorts, pausing only to ask, “May I?”

“I— I haven’t shaved. I’m sorry, I know I should have for a modelling job I just—”

You yelp as he tugs off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He holds your legs open, and you can no longer support yourself. Your body collapses into the mattress as he examines your sex. He lets your legs relax as he pushes two fingers between your lips. They don’t enter you; he’s just enamoured by the wet and sticky sounds echoing around the room. His thumb brushes over your pubic hair, he notes the texture of it and his eyes roll back into his head.

“I like girls like you. I prefer girls like this.” he informs you. He picks up your legs again to move them over his shoulders. And just as he’s about to delve into your folds, he pauses. He takes a firm hold of your ankle and brings it closer to his face. He sniffs carefully and does the same with the other, kissing them both before putting them back where they were. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? It’s like you expected something like this to happen…” he smirks, pulling your warm flesh closer to him by your thighs.

“I— I didn’t know… but ‘m glad I did!” you reply.

He smiles once more before burying his face in your cunt. The way he laps and laves at your clit is masterful. Your fingers begin to rake through his hair, and you start to pull in an attempt to steady yourself. He groans, and it almost sounds pleasurable. You think he might like getting his hair pulled.

He slavers his tongue down from your pulsing clit to your drooling entrance. Savouring the taste and mixing it with his own saliva to make you a sopping mess.

He uses it all to his advantage. You’re forcing him closer into you with each pull of his hair, you think you might die if he stops. He slips a finger inside of you; followed by a second, which is your complete undoing.

“’m cumming!” you announce, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, probably. You reach your climax, writhing and pulsating on the bed beneath you all while Gojo tries to drink every last drop of the mess you’ve made of yourself and him. “F-Fuck… you wore me out G-Gojo…”

“Get bored of calling me Mr Gojo?” he asks jokingly, spurring you on to chuckle at his comment.

“Are you into that?” you wonder.

“Babe,” you look up and observe him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in beneath him. “I don’t care if you call me mister, sir, Satoru, daddy. It doesn’t matter. ‘Cause you’re gonna be babbling so dumb when I fuck you.”

“Y-You wanna fuck me? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.” he tells you as he holds you up in his arms and then places you back down the right way in the bed. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t oppose to daddy if you have a desire to yell something out for me.” he adds as he opens your legs for you.

You giggle at the thought of calling him daddy; seeing how it’s one of your favourite names to yell out in bed, too. You observe him as he unzips his trousers, pulling them down to his knees so that you can see the thick, long imprint of his cock bulging against his underwear. When you look up, you notice him staring at you and smirking all the while, forcing you to look away in humiliation. He pulls down his boxes slowly, only revealing the base and his own pubic hair. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, taking note of how patiently you’re waiting for him.

“You look so sweet f’me, sweetheart. Waiting for daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he grins. It forces you to bite your lip again, watching in anticipation for him to pull down his underwear enough for you to see him. Really see him.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. A little shimmer of pre decorating his six pack. He’s huge. Thick and veiny with a perfectly rounded tip. It’s dusted with a shy shade of pink and it’s leaking so deliciously.

So much so that you stick your tongue out and attempt to taste him. He pushes you back down, though, and traps you in his arms.

“Not now, angel, next time.” he speaks.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I want to see you again. I want to take more pictures of you and I wanna eat your pussy again. And after this… I know I’m gonna wanna fuck you again.” he tells you, lining his cock up with your eager hole and slowly plunging inside. “Mmmpff, so tight. Such a pretty, tight pussy.” he huffs, taking his time to bottom out inside of you.

“Ah—! S-Shit, daddy. Think you’re in my throat…” you moan. He snickers before setting an almost idle pace. Doing his best to get you accustomed to his size. “F-Faster… please go-o faster, d-daddy.” you request. He kisses your cheek and picks up more speed.

And more speed.

His hips are slamming against yours and you’re both moaning uncontrollably. His mouth is level with your ear and the reverse is also true. Both of you humming and groaning lustful sounds into each other’s ears as you enjoy giving into your natural instincts.

He wasn’t wrong about you babbling complete nonsense. You think with each pummel of his thrusts accompanied with the sweetest praise you’ve ever received both your brain and internal organs have turned to goo.

You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum you’re so fucked out. But he knows. Your body gives you away as your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper than either of you thought he could go. And with that, your insides are pulling him right over the edge of his own orgasm right along with you, flooding your walls with his cum.

He’s sweating, and panting.

You both are.

You begin to giggle as he lowers his head to kiss your neck again. Your eyes are closed and your head rolls to the side as he continues tickling you with his lips. When your eyes open, you gasp shallowly as your eyes lock with the blinking light of the filming camera. Gojo’s head raises to see what’s wrong.

“We forgot about the camera…”

“Oh, shit. Got carried away, didn’t we?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Or cut it out. I’ll do something.” he tells you, an assuring twinkle in his heavenly eyes.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

“But first…” he tells you, rolling off of you and lying by your side and inviting you to rest your head on his chiselled chest. “Like I said, we’ve got all day. Why don’t we order some food and watch it back before it’s gone forever?” he suggests, and it’s quite an enticing offer. You pretend to think about it before nodding excitedly.

He holds you, though. Like you’re delicate and need him to keep you safe. And you can’t deny that it’s nice. Someone you’ve adored and looked up to for so long is treating you like you’re precious. Like you’re special.

“I like sushi… by the way.” you tell him, quietly.

“Then we’ll order sushi.”

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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Brandy Butter

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

|| Consent universe oneshot, heavy mentions of the last chapter Concentric, so do not recommend reading as a stand-alone ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Prompts: Drunken confession | Christmas (additional requests sent in with the votes in notes at the end)

Summary: Dieter blames it on the damn brandy butter.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mention of food, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, cumshot, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 3.4k

Notes: Posting this a week before Christmas so you guys can read at your own pace! This one came in first in the holiday vote, and I've been waiting to write this for a long time. This is dedicated to Cristina @pedropascalsx for being one of my favourite people on this hellsite, but also partly because it mentions a key scene in the series for which she commissioned this gorgeous art for. Thank you for being the sweetest friend, this is for you ❤️

It’s shaping up to be the first decent holiday season you’ve had in a while. Your parents are on a cruise (you love them, but they haven’t met Dieter in person yet and you’re happy to hold off for a day that doesn’t involve your mother stress-cooking and your father knocking back eggnog), Pete and Ana are in town, and you’re all going to Rebecca’s for dinner tonight.

You’re starting Christmas morning the same way you have since college - making Christmas pudding in your pyjamas.

Your roommate from the other side of the pond introduced you to the weird and quintessentially British holiday dessert in freshman year, and it’s been a treasured tradition of yours ever since to make it from scratch every year.

The Christmas pudding is a hard sell. The dark brown, domed sponge cake is boiled for hours, packed with alcohol-soaked dried fruit and definitely not Instagram-friendly, but you’ve yet to meet someone who you didn’t convert with your secret recipe.

Maybe Dieter Bravo would be the first.

‘It smells funny.’

You snort as you cut up butter into cubes. ‘You haven’t washed that robe in weeks and you think this smells funny?’

He picks up the recipe for the pudding and reads in mock horror, ‘Raisins, prunes, currants soaked in stout for 24 hours?’

You roll your eyes. ‘Drop the puritan act, Bravo. You’ve definitely been soaked in much worse for much longer.’

He continues, ignoring your jab. ‘The pudding can be stored for up to two years in a cool, dry place. What the fuck is this witchcraft cake, sweetheart?’

Measuring out icing sugar, you answer, ‘It’s a traditional British Christmas dessert. It’s delicious.’

‘But we’re not British,’ he protests. ‘Why can’t we have some nice, normal pecan pie or something?’

Grabbing the ingredients, you move around the kitchen counter towards the standing mixer that you brought with you when you moved in. ‘You can, if you make it. But you’re not, and I love Christmas pudding, so stop complaining.’

He follows hot on your heels, craning over your shoulder as you start beating the sugar into the butter. ‘Whatcha making?’

‘Brandy butter,’ you reply, tipping in a generous pour of said alcohol into the mixture. ‘It’s like frosting, but with lots of brandy.’

Dieter hums appreciatively, palms finding your waist. ‘Now that I can get on board with.’

You turn off the mixer to do a taste test, smacking your lips as you lick the brandy butter off the spoon. It’s delicious, sweet and smooth but the alcohol cuts through the richness - it will go perfectly with the sticky and dense Christmas pudding.

Dieter follows suit, scooping a greedy dollop of brandy butter with two fingers which disappear into his mouth. When he swallows, he unleashes a moan so guttural that it would make a porn star blush.

‘It’s good, but it’s not that good,’ you chide his over-the-top dramatics, and smack him on the back of his hand when he makes to dive into the mixing bowl again. ‘No double dipping, Bravo.’

His grin turns filthy instantly, the wolvishness that curls the corner of his lips never fails to set your pulse racing. Grabbing you by the ass, he whines into your neck, ‘But sweetheart, you love it when I double dip into your sweet, tight -’

‘Dieter -’ You cut in, but you can’t help the waver in your voice when the same two fingers that were in his mouth just now, still warm from his tongue, trail under the elastic band of your sweatpants.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he asks, ‘How about a little Christmas present to kick the day off, sweetheart?’

His fingertips catch on your skin - with remnants of sugar from the brandy butter and dried spit - as they slide into your panties, running through the thatch of hair before finding your clit, making you cry out as he chuckles into your ear.

‘Who’s been a good girl this year?’ he teases.

Your scoff at the unoriginal innuendo careens off into a moan when he makes his way through your quickly dampening folds. ‘Really? Santa jokes?’

‘Don’t be such a grinch, sweetheart,’ he mock-admonishes you, dipping the tip of his middle finger into your wet pussy, groaning at what he finds. ‘It’s obviously working on you.’

‘Fuck,’ you bite out when he hastily shoves your pants down and sinks one thick digit in all the way down to the knuckle. Bracing yourself on the marble-top surface, you suddenly realise it’s probably time to top up the water in the pan for the Christmas pudding. ‘Wait, Dieter - I need to check on the pudding -’

‘Uh-uh,’ tuts Dieter, spinning you around and easily hoisting you onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter, the cold surface under your bare ass making you shiver. ‘Not until you cum on my hand, baby.’

‘It’ll burn!’ your protest trails off into a desperate whine when he starts pumping in and out of you, dropping his gaze to watch as your cunt slicks up his finger.

‘Then you better cum quick,’ he retorts in a cocky challenge. ‘Although, on second thought, I wouldn’t mind if it did burn.’

He slows his movements deliberately, but you shake your head, rolling your hips in chase. ‘Oh no, you won’t win, Dieter Bravo.’

He presses a messy kiss to your lips. ‘You’re so sexy when you’re competitive, baby.’

‘One more finger,’ you demand, swiping your tongue into his mouth as you push your hands into his unruly curls.

‘I thought you said no double dipping,’ he taunts against your lips, clearly having been waiting for the chance to drop that line.

‘Oh, shut up,’ you grumble with ill-concealed affection. He doesn’t deny you, and your teeth catch your bottom lip when you push back onto his hand shamelessly. ‘I want to touch you.’

Dieter doesn’t need to be told twice, untying the drawstring of his sweats and pushing them down to free his already hard cock. You wrap your palm around his erection, your wrist slack as you stroke him in an unforgiving rhythm that has him stuttering curses into the crook of your neck.

When he pushes you backwards to find your clit with his fingertips, you brace one foot on a kitchen stool, which lends you the leverage to start moving freely.

‘Ride my fingers, that’s a good girl,’ he croons while he watches you impale yourself on him, your grip around his length tightening at the same time he draws quicker circles on your clit. ‘That’s it, sweetheart, come on -’

Your back arches as you snap, your orgasm ripping hot and fast through you. Dieter grins, mouthing at your sensitive neck and scraping his teeth behind your ear, leaving you slumping bonelessly against his side.

With a low chuckle at your wrecked state, Dieter gently dislodges your palm to take himself in hand, jaw twitching as he rushes headlong into his own high. Pulling out of your heat, he holds you obscenely wide, and with a hoarse shout, he spurts thickly onto your pussy splayed open beneath him, his cum dripping like white honey through your folds and onto the countertop.

Smearing one finger through his mess, you gasp when he pushes it into your still sensitive pussy, winking as he draws it out to suck it clean. He declares, ‘Tastes even better than your brandy butter if you asked me, sweetheart.’

Despite your negligence, the Christmas pudding survives unscathed - much to Dieter’s dismay.

It’s the first time all of you are under the same roof since Resurgence ended, and it’s a merry affair. Dieter and Pete won’t stop crooning reunited and it feels so good to each other like idiots, you and Ana scoff at their antics affectionately while you catch up on the last few months.

Rebecca and Hank are in fine form, their beautiful house decorated to the nines. You finally meet their daughter, Coco, and the family cat Crookshanks. Everyone helps out - laying out the silverware, pouring the champagne and putting presents under the outrageously decked out ten-foot Christmas pine. The lights of Hollywood Hills twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the infinity pool, as dusk falls and candles are lit all around the intimate dining room.

Dinner is delicious. The hosts made turkey, stuffing and an assortment of delicious sides, Ana cooked potatoes three ways, and Pete brought plenty of wine that flows liberally as the dishes go around the table for seconds, thirds and fourths.

It’s your first big holiday together as a couple - the teasing, marriage jokes and third degree are expected, and Pete doesn’t disappoint.

With the food winding down but glasses tirelessly topped up, he clamours for a reenactment of the reunion on the boat in Italy, insisting that he plays the part of Constance to make up for the fact that he missed the event. That’s how Pete and Dieter end up on the first landing on the stairs which overlooks the dining space, trying to recreate the scene where you caught him and Constance and realised that it was all a ruse.

Trying being the keyword. They’re mostly knocking back wine while arguing about the details.

‘No, no, I’m 100% sure Ana was there as well the exact moment she figured out that you guys were faking it,’ insists Pete, wagging his finger sagely.

‘How would you know, you weren’t even there, Pete!’ you heckle.

‘Pete, if you decide to try your hand in acting, you know where to find representation. You make such a convincing Constance,’ Rebecca jokes.

You think you’ve gotten away with the worst of it by the time you help clear the table and Pete gets distracted by the dessert coming out of the kitchen. Your defences are down, leaving yourself vulnerable to ambush -

You just didn’t expect it from Rebecca and Hank’s thirteen-year-old.

Coco is her mother’s daughter. Whip smart and taking after her mum’s striking looks, she has far more self-assuredness than you did at her tender age. The way she discreetly weighs you up is the same way Rebecca assessed you all those months ago when you first met in the doorway of your hotel room.

The teenager waits until everyone is sloshing with wine to pounce. You’ve all moved to the living room where the fireplace is roaring, and the desserts are laid out on the coffee table. She’s curled up next to Dieter in front of the fire, Crookshanks - who not only has the name but also the looks to boot - draped across both their laps.

You’re in the middle of explaining Christmas pudding to the sceptics, which currently stands untouched, when she coolly calls you by your name and draws first blood.

‘So, are you and Uncle D living together?’

Surprised, you blink at the sudden change in conversation and stutter a reply, ‘Um - ahem, yes, Coco - yes, we are.’

‘He’s lived with a bunch of girls, you know,’ she informs you, crossing her arms.

‘All at once or at different times?’ you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood. Pete’s mouth is hanging open in both fascination and anxiety at the unfolding drama while Ana chews on her nails, eyes darting between you and the girl.

‘Coconuts,’ pipes up Dieter with a warning tilt to his tone.

She shrugs innocently. ‘What? Just making sure you’re on the same page. Mum always says communication makes or breaks a relationship.’

‘I appreciate that, and I do know he’s lived with other women before,’ you assure her. ‘We both have our histories.’

Seizing on your comment, she continues with her line of questioning. ‘So how many men have you lived with?’

‘Coco,’ raps Becks sternly from across the room. ‘That is not an appropriate question, young lady.’

You smile and shake your head. ‘It’s ok - I’ve just lived with one guy. We were engaged.’

‘What happened?’ she asks.

You reply truthfully, ‘We broke up a few years ago. Sometimes that’s the way things turn out.’

Coco taps on her chin thoughtfully, turning to Dieter. ‘How many times have you been engaged, Uncle D? I remember twice, at least. So that’s three failed engagements between the two of you -’

The cat yowls in protest when Dieter reaches over to squeeze Coco by the shoulders, a slightly uncomfortable grin on his lips. ‘Alright, what’s up with all the interest in math tonight, kiddo?’

She points out, ‘I don’t see any posts about her on your Instagram. You’ve never kept anything secret before. What’s different this time?’

Dieter turns to Becks, tossing up his hands in disbelief. ‘You let her use Instagram? She’s thirteen!’

Becks rolls her eyes fondly. ‘Am I really getting parenting advice from Dieter Bravo?’

Then, Coco turns to you and delivers the coup de grace. ‘So - do you love him?’

Before you can react, Pete chokes violently on his eggnog, gripping at the coffee table from his seat on the plush rug. Ana has to burp him like a baby while he cries, ‘Oh god, it’s coming up my nose! It burns!’

You’re so stunned that you still haven’t moved a muscle when Dieter jumps up, sending Crookshanks scampering off with a grumpy meow.

‘Ok that’s it,’ he pronounces and hauls Coco up by her armpits. ‘Off to bed now, young lady. Say good night!’

Coco protests as she’s dragged off, slipping and sliding on her Christmas socks on the marble floor, her voice petering out as they disappear up the stairs. ‘What the heck, Uncle D? They’re fair questions and you know it. Have you even asked them yourself -’

Glancing about in the awkward silence, Pete picks up a bottle of brandy from the table and shouts. ‘Shots!’

Three quarters of an hour later, Pete is lying prostrate, snoring on the couch. Ana is engaged in a tipsy philosophical debate with Rebecca, and Hank is drunk washing up in the kitchen.

You’re tucked into Dieter’s side while he munches on a slice of Christmas pudding with a generous helping of brandy butter. ‘I take it back, sweetheart. This is fucking delicious.’

‘It’s a cake soaked in alcohol, of course it is,’ you grin, which morphs into a yawn as you glance at your watch. ‘It’s late, I think we should try and get an Uber home.’

Becks speaks up from across the room. ‘You sure, guys? We have a couple of spare rooms upstairs.’

‘It’s fine, I think Pete needs it more than us,’ you quip, reaching over to poke at his prone form with your foot.

Ana waves from the floor. ‘See you later, love birds. Merry Christmas!’

Becks gets up and loops her arm through yours as she walks you to the door. ‘Sorry about Coco. She’s protective about her Uncle D, especially when it’s the first time he’s brought a woman home for Christmas in a while.’

You smile and pull her into a hug. ‘Please don’t apologise, your kid’s a feisty one and I know exactly who she got that from. Goodness knows he could use her in his corner,’ you add with a wink.

You shepherd Dieter into the waiting car. It’s easily the most expensive Uber ride you’ve ever taken, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Dieter’s house comes into view.

Home.

Somewhere between the Hollywood Hills and Sherman Oaks, Dieter passes out cold, drool puddling on the shoulder of his fuzzy brown coat as he dozes. You have to coax him out of the car and up into the bedroom, with him whining drunkenly the whole way, face buried in the back of your neck as he stumbles after you.

It’s a struggle to get him out of his clothes - perish the thought of getting him to brush his teeth - but at least he’s just the right level of drunk that has him snoring within moments of his head hitting the pillow. You breathe a sigh of relief when you climb in after him.

Dieter immediately shuffles into your warmth and blindly presses a kiss to you, which lands on the side of your nose. You huff a laugh, rearranging yourself so that your back is to his chest, his arms wound around your waist.

‘Not so tight, I’m stuffed,’ you grumble.

He obeys, but keeps the entire length of his body smooshed against you needily, the proximity muffling his words. ‘I do, you know.’

‘What?’ you hum.

The declaration is slurred with sleep as it brushes your ear, but the tone is emphatic. ‘Love you. I love you, sweetheart.’

You stop breathing.

Not that you haven’t wondered, silently turned it over in your mind over the past few months. But it’s two in the morning - you lost count at one glass of bubbles and three and a half of wine, and him many more. You swear you can taste brandy butter on his breath.

Before you can muddle through your jumbled thoughts, he mercifully slips into sleep.

And you mull over his words until you do too.

Your side of the bed is cold when he wakes up in the morning.

Dieter winces at the light, tempted to bury himself under the duvet, but something he can’t put his finger on has him sitting up, a groan on his lips as the world tilts dangerously on its axis.

That something nags at him as he slips on his robe, nips at his heels as his feet wriggle into furry slippers.

He stops abruptly by the bedroom door.

Shit. Did he tell you that he loves you last night?

The heating is on and the house is toasty, made even warmer with the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling butter from the open kitchen. You’re at the stove as he pads quietly towards you, and you don’t turn around when he snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. ‘Morning, sweetheart.’

You hum noncommittally, but at least you’re relaxing into his embrace instead of pulling away, and Dieter breathes a sigh of relief.

He hasn’t scared you away. You’re still here.

‘I meant what I said last night,’ he blurts out impulsively.

He almost winces at his rashness. But he does, and he’s never been good at holding things back, especially things that he knows. He’s not going to take it back.

Without turning around, you say evenly, ‘Go sit down, Dieter.’

He stiffens instantly behind you, nails digging into the soft fabric of your dressing gown. Fuck. Fuck. You want him to sit down? Why?

Blindly, he lets go of you and stumbles over his feet to the kitchen counter, scrambling onto a stool. The hardwood floor suddenly feels like quicksand as he wobbles in his seat, sweaty palms pressed into the cool marble surface to anchor him. You take your time, your body giving away no hint of the same gravity that’s making his stomach drop while you flip over what smells like buttermilk pancakes.

When you finally turn around with the pan in your hands, Dieter holds his breath and watches you cross the kitchen to slide something into his plate, which lands with an emphatic thwack.

Eventually, he looks up at you with the biggest puppy eyes in utter confusion. He squeaks, ‘It’s a heart-shaped pancake.’

You smile at his befuddlement. ‘That’s right. Just like that heart-shaped pizza Lorenzo made for us in Italy.’

‘Is this one a prank too?’ he asks in a small voice.

Stepping in between his legs and winding your arms around his neck, you smile. ‘Unfortunately not. I actually love you, you idiot.’

You yelp when he tugs you fully into him, making you lose your footing as you laugh. And then he’s kissing you, fingers pushing into your hair, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he pulls back.

‘There isn’t a ring in the pancake, is there?’ he teases with a throwback to your reaction to the heart-shaped pizza all those months ago, wriggling his eyebrows.

‘You should be so lucky, Dieter Bravo,’ you echo his words back at him.

He grins. Some day, one day - maybe even in that same house that he’s been thinking of buying for the two of you, on the roof with the terracotta floor at sunset on a summer’s day, with his grandmother's ring in a heart-shaped pizza -

But for now, he swallows the lump in his throat, his warm eyes hold yours with a surety he feels deep in his bones as he murmurs against your lips, ‘I love you too, sweetheart.’

I never regretted holding off on this moment from the main series, and writing this in the months after Consent ended (which is about the same length of time for our two idiots in the story), I feel even more strongly about this. Thank you for the enthusiastic voting for this prompt and Christmas, I loved writing this moment for these two so much - they've definitely earned it.

I hope you all have the most wonderful Christmas ❤️

Also, thank you for these requests that I had so much fun working into this fic!

LJ @prolix-yuy: IF you do the Christmas fic, I would love to see which seasonal drink/food Dieter and our Intimacy Coordinator enjoy (especially if it's polarizing for each other - does Dieter like eggnog? Fruitcake? Something even weirder) No pressure to add, love you Cee!

Anon: Maybe you could work a cat in somewhere? 😉 Like maybe he ends up around someone who has a cat? He seems like he’d be really sweet with them. He just seems like a cat man to me. Even if he doesn’t know it yet. I could be wrong. That’s just my headcanon.

#dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo oneshot #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x fem!reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo smut #the bubble fanfic #queue #fuckyeahholidays #it’s consent season

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prismagalaxy514 · 1 month

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Big confession time

After seeing @mrultra100 's post regarding his stance to JT, I decided to come clean with something. Be warned though, this is gonna be a long one.

As he pointed out in his post, JT is pretty much dead, given with the history. Even the fandom seems to be dead.

But here's the thing. I'm incredibly stubborn to believe in that. Mostly because, this show holds a very special heart to me. I remember watching it a lot on Nickelodeon as a kid and being mesmerised by everything. Sure, I also remember watching Spongebob and TLA as well and I do remember them fondly, but somehow, Johnny Test, despite its budget cuts and mixed seasons, has enticed me to such a degree, it influenced me to create art and stuff.

Keep in mind, I'm autistic, so my connection to my hyperfixations are incredibly deep. And while I have other stuff, I enjoy, such as Winx Club, The Penguins of Madagascar, Kamen Rider, etc., Johnny Test is the one, I'm really obsessed with. I couldn't stop smiling, everytime I see the characters, love the dynamic and the character himself, Johnny, has resonated with me to have fun. (He is my Nr. 1 favourite character BTW)

In the beginning, I was very secretive online, since at the time, the hatedom was really huge. Not to mention, my artworks back then were....pretty terrible. But as time went on and opinions changed, I evolved and matured, acknowledging its flaws and making plans on making it better myself.

In short, this show made me into what I am today. There is a reason, why I'm known as the queen of Johnny Test.

Besides, I keep bringing up attention to the series by making lots of fanart, stories, headcanons, cosplay and even a spinoff concept, I really want to make it official, when I get into the animation industry. This is when I do the most unconventional method of doing lots of crossover stuff with JT, mostly with Winx, but also with other shows and media as well. I did MLP, Sonic and the list doesn't stop there.

It may sounds odd, but this, along with talking about the series online and making more fanmade content, are the only methods for me to spread about its existence, while also connecting with my friends. Shoutout to @arti-squid , @rominadrawsart16 , Oreostuffing11, @thetickler85 and @akcartoonist2004 for being the most awesome JT moots ever!

As for my plans for "Johnny Test - Power Up!", I have plans of more content. I have yet to draw Dukey and the remaining two new characters, while also planning to do concept art of the other characters, locations, lore, etc. Basically creating a very detailed show concept to pitch to studios and hopefully, getting the rights of the series for a new chance.

And as for the Prismaverse, it'll also develop further as well. Like I have more plans for more headcanons, stories, friendships and artworks for the cast and even plans on expanding it further by adding more series, I'm interested with.

All of this may sound really farfetched, but this show really defined me to keep evolving, experimenting and believing in myself and my dreams. I found new friends along the way, while also fighting some hardships in my life at the same time.

Just because the series and by extention, the community is dead by a majority of people, that doesn't mean, it's fully dead. There is still a spark, waiting to be blossomed to a inferno. In other words, as long as there are dedicated fans like me and my friends, that spark will last to the end of time.

In short, never give up your obsessions and dreams, even when there is doubt. Keep doing, what makes you happy.

This has been the Queen of Johnny Test speaking, I hope this post gives you some insight about my opinions about it.

Stay Radiant and Sparkle on, starlets. ✨️

#johnny test #confession #ramblings #long reads #long post #johnny test power up #just saying #opinion #big post

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dribs-and-drabbles · 10 months

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After getting excited over Kawi matching colours with the plushie, and then forcing @respectthepetty's hand into revealing her theories, I said I would do a re-watch of the four Be My Favourite eps so far. I did...and to be honest it was a slog to get through them again (I even watched at 1.25 speed). BUT I wanted to see things with a fresh eye...and to collect all the mint green. Because it seems to be important.

Is it symbolic of the connection between Kawi and Pisaeng?

Does it represent clarity, truth, and communication?

Is it just mint green or is teal included too? Blue as well?

I don't have answers, and may not for a while, so I just want to collect all the instances of mint green/teal during the series so far. So here's what set me off at the end of ep 4:

And then the presence of mint green at the moments of confession or truth reveal; Kawi telling Pear that he's her secret buddy, Kawi confessing to liking Pear, and Pisaeng revealing he knows of Pear's affections towards him.

And Kawi's mint green phone in the past - as my dear Pet has already mentioned, phones are all about open communication.

And then there's the senior's shirt with the mint green design - I think it's the art for Penguin Villa's song Acrophobia (which seems originally to be blue). Interestingly, the song is about how someone is out of someone else's league - perhaps reflective of the groups perceptions of Pear and Kawi. (lyrics under the cut below)

And then some possibilities but the colour looks a little more blue; Kawi accidentally telling Piseang that he doesn't want them getting close, and Kawi revealing he's a virgin to, well, everyone.

And these that are more in the teal range: Not's phone through which everyone listens to Kawi's confession to Pear, and it looks like the graduation colour might also be teal - so something about enlightenment and knowledge?...

Finally, I thought this was also interesting, Pear has several bracelets...one of which is the peachy pink colour she wears a lot, and the other is mint green. So maybe these colours are connected...or, since the background of Kawi's fantasy wedding is also teal, perhaps it's Kawi's (fantasy) happiness?

No theories on this, just filing away for later reference...and general feral screaming over.

As you were.

Acrophobia lyrics:

Saw, Saw, Saw, I saw you walking by Suddenly, started to feel trembling Quivering in my hand; Upsetting my stomach Dizzy in my eyes; like my heart’s on fire It’s always been like this You’re out of my league. I’m losing it

Oh, Can you hear my voice? you are up there Could you lower yourself, come down to me Acrophobia makes me afraid to look at So, Please climb down from the sky, I can’t look at your eyes

Lay, Lay, Lay, I lay down on the lawn Once looked up at the sky, I felt the same Quivering in my hand; Upsetting my stomach Dizzy in my eyes; like my heart’s on fire It’s always been like this You’re out of my league. I’m losing it

Oh, Can you hear my voice? You are up there Could you lower yourself, come down to me Acrophobia makes me afraid to look at So, Please climb down from the sky, I can’t look at your eyes

Dare not to

Oh, Can you hear my voice? You are up there? Could you lower yourself, come down to me Acrophobia makes me crazy for you So, Please climb down from the sky, I can’t look at your eyes If you can’t come down, give me the ladder; I’ll climb there

#be my favorite #be my favorite the series #be my favourite #love is in the colours #I'm very curious to know how the show is going to use these and other colours #pet! this one's for you 😘

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Researches for my plot/comics on Series 5

Hello dear!

I love U and hope all the best for you <3 This is my first ask to you. :) So...

I'm plotting a BBC Sherlock story that i want to transform in a graphic novel / comics:

It's canon compliant and it will be my prediction for season 5. I'm gathering metas, predictions (especially from @garkgatiss 's @afishlearningpoetry 's @coffeeteaitsallfine 's ), and I'm serching hypothesis from already written fictions creating a plausible series 5. Would you like to share your more plausible ones or your favourites ones? I'm asking also for other lovely people in here to suggest their favourites. Please help me to create my story <3 This fandom is helping me to restore my passion to make art! Lots of love,

ketty

ps: as metas goes, I'm for tjlc.

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Hey Lovely!

Ah, lots of fun, LOL. Yeah, I want to write a meta-fic / comic too, but I'm lazy, LOL.

I know of three meta-fic, one of which I've read:

Sacré Coeur by Mamaorion (M, 95,235 w., 27 Ch. || S4 Fix It Rewrite, First Kiss, UST / RST, Eventual Happy Ending, Coming Out, Holmes Family, Marriage Proposal, Husbands, Healing, Evil Mary, Beekeeping, Caretaker Sherlock, Mind Palace, Alzheimer’s Disease, Protective / Big Brother Mycroft, TD-12) – In this s4 fixit, John must piece together the gaps in his altered memory if he and Sherlock are to face the terror that has plagued Sherlock since childhood. As they untangle the web, seven years of hidden love ignite.

From a Drop of Water by victorianpining (M, 95,900 w.,12 w. || Post-TAB / S4 Fix-It Fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Villain Character Death, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock is certain that James Moriarty is dead and he already has a theory for the person behind his apparent return. Considering Sherlock was overdosing at the time, it's only to be expected that he overlooked a few details in coming to his conclusions. John meanwhile has moved back in with Mary after reconciling with her at Christmas, but finds himself agonising over why Sherlock would have thrown away everything he cares about to keep her safe. Could Sherlock be in love? (TRANSLATIONS: 中文-普通话國語)

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

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As for theories and such, I have a tonne of my own and a link or two to others' posts:

Sherlock S4 Meta list (Apr 8/22) [Not Mine, contains a lot of the theories going around currently]

Post S4 Meta Masterpost (August 2018) (mine)

S5 Posts (Masterlist Apr 2020) [Mine]

Blog Theory / Unreliable Narrator / John’s Alibi Mini Masterpost (Dec 2017) [This theory is the one I stand by the most]

John's TAB Masterpost (May 2017) [This theory as well]

My PERSONAL Problems with E/M/P (Dec 2020)

What would You like to see in S5? (June 2021)

Janine is a Moriarty

Twin Series Theory [I actually still lowkey believe this one; it's the theory that a "twin series" was filmed at the same time as S4, and will reveal what really happened in S4. Though as time goes on, this is less plausible, since if it was already filmed, they would have released it by now]

My "Secret Episode" ficlet [for a LONG time as a coping mechanism, the fandom believed there was a secret 4th episode. This was my contribution to that and is the basis of my own meta-fic I want to write]

Hope this helps a bit :)

Feel free to add your own, friends, to help Ketty in their research!

#steph replies #sherlock meta #meta fics #help steph find things #johnlock fic recs #s5 speculations #submission #send me things #kettykika78

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲! 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

While I die by @thehalfbloodedwitch

Harry loves the reader with all his heart, but he sees the love of his life fall in love with someone else.

Ardent Affairs by @spideyheart

Druig meets an asgardian reader and tensions arise. It’s so hot. So hot. How does misia do this? I don’t know.

Loverboy, Talk of the Town by @scandalous-chaos

A soft enemies to lovers with bucky barnes. Astoria has done it again!

Alright, Mate by @yikeswtfmate

I am living for smaus and this one has bucky and the reader be equally weird and in love and it’s to die for.

Secrets by @hesfasttandshesweird

These two are so freaking cute. Ej Caswell and reader try to have a secret relationship.

The Things We Carry with Us by @pellucid-constellations

Another enemies to lovers with bucky. It’s so angsty but so sweet at the end.

For The Love of the Game by @/pellucid-constellations

Enemies to lovers but college!au with bucky as an athlete. This fic was my dream come true.

Divine Retribution by @/pellucid-constellations

Bucky comes thru for his girl <3

Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox by @/pellucid-constellations

Bucky and the reader get in a fight and she takes off.

Can’t Get the Words Out by @/pellucid-constellations

Bucky stopped being affectionate and the reader knows what’s going to happen next.

This Egg is My Child, Thank You Very Much by @retvenkos

Ej caswell and the reader have to take care of an egg like it’s their child

Fake Dating by @/retvenkos

Fake dating with Ej caswell.

Through Art by @ms-notorioustales

Remus lupin has a journal of drawings, and they’re all about you.

We’re Not Too Different I Think by @/retvenkos

Imagine being the child of rapunzel and becoming besties with the VKs. This fic was a dream come true, please marry me!

Modern Art by @/scandalous-chaos

Peter parker falls out of love with the reader. Why does my heart keep breaking???

Where the Dust Devils are Made by @/ladyvesuvia

Heavy angst from the Vesmeister; the reader is a hydra spy and is sent on a mission to retrieve the winter soldier.

Accidentally in Love by @leossmoonn

Fake dating with james potter…

Hail Mary by @barnesafterglow

Brothers best friend with college football player bucky.

Forever and Always by @milkiane

Peter and you are destined to be together, even after no way home.

Afraid by @mirclealignr

Bucky is afraid of your death.

The Moment She Knew by @natashxromanovf

Natasha finally meets you again. It’s so much angst.

Only You by @/spideyheart

Spending a soft morning with druig.

Grouch by @buckysfaveplum

The classic trope of guy who hates everyone with ball of sunshine with bucky Barnes.

Traitor by @cutesouls

The reader is married to theodore nott, but she knows something is wrong.

Cuddling with the Black Brothers by @henqtic

Cuddling with regulus black and sirius black. It’s all you need it life period.

Roommates by @cupids-crystals

Being roommates with sirius black and then becoming more.

All to Myself by @velvetcloxds

Living with the marauders and having a secret relationship with sirius black.

Soft Wholesome Charlie Dalton Headcanons by @moonlitmeeks

Soft wholesome charlie dalton headcanons are everything I ever needed in life.

Come Back Be Here by @/velvetcloxds

You have to let go of james potter because he doesn’t love you.

Something about you by @celestialholland

You find out your crush and neighbour is Spider-Man.

Looped by @softlybarnes

You lose your memory and bucky stays with you throughout the whole journey.

Nothing but a One Man Cause by @dracodear

You are in love with your best friend, remus lupin, but he doesn’t love you back.

One Way or Another by @pvarker

Enemies to lovers with peter parker. I’m so excited for this series.

How Could They Not Know? by @saintlike78

How could the eternals not know druig and you are married???

Favourite Mug by @/ladyvesuvia

Enemies to lovers with your new roommate bucky.

Not really Regulus by @/henqtic

Stargazing with harry potter.

Not so Secret Confessions by @comfortbucky

Your roommate, bucky confesses his love to you while you were asleep.

Wish You Were Sober by @atlabeth

You are in love with rafe cameron, but the only time he reciprocates is when he is drunk.

Coffee and Bagels by @buckybleu

Shang-chi and the reader obviously have a crush on each other. Too bad they needed Katy’s help to get together…

Fortune Misfortune by @littlemissnoname13

Its draco malfoy’s last year at school and he just wants to keep his head down and date his crush astoria greengrass. But instead he falls for a feisty, unlucky hufflepuff girl.

@𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬

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jishyucks · 3 years

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*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ stray kids m.list *✲ﾟ*｡⋆

☼ – fluff ～ ☽ – angst ～ bolded – my favourites

S E R I E S

⇾ True Love Gave to Me — 00line x reader

— A Holiday Series of Short Oneshots Ah~ the holiday season—a season of giving, of joy and laughter, of overflowing love… Why not spread this festive warmth with 12 short stories set during this time of year?

♡ C H A N

⇾ Just a Bit Timid - ☼ barista au; 3.7k

Why is it so hard to confess?

♡ M I N H O

⇾ Liar, Truther (HT Series) - ☼ f2l; 7.2k

Your secret admirer’s plans are ruined when someone else claims to be who they’re not

⇾ Eight Count - ☼ e2l, hogwarts!au; 10.8k

❝There’s honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that.❞ ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

♡ C H A N G B I N

⇾ Coffee at 4:37am - ☼ college au; 1.03k

In which Changbin finds you sleeping in the dorm’s lounge room

⇾ Something There - ☼; 1.4k

After a bad day, you decide to turn to your best friend Hyunjin for some comfort and advice. Changbin, the boy who isn’t one to express emotion, decides to step up when Hyunjin isn’t home.

♡ H Y U N J I N

⇾ Charmed (HT Series) - ☼ highschool au, f2l; 4.6k

Although Hyunjin will never admit it, you’re his lucky charm

⇾ one plus one - ☼ meet-cute

In which you ask Hyunjin for his interpretation of a painting and his pretty brain leaves you wanting to see him again; alternatively where you're so absorbed by a painting that you were unaware that someone saw you as the work of art

⇾ Gleam & Glitter - ☼ implied f2l, rich-kid!au; 3.4k

You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights. — PART OF THE TLGTM SERIES

♡ J I S U N G

⇾ A One Sided Picture - ☽ unrequited love; 2k

❝Can we just… stay friends?❞

⇾ Anchor - ☽ read the summary; 2.2k

❝It’s okay to cry❞

⇾ 9:30pm - ☼ pests-to-lovers; 4.5k

Jisung’s absence causes Y/N to realize feelings she didn’t know were there

⇾ Trepidation - ☼ hogwarts au; 2.03k

During a defence against the dark arts class, Hufflepuff!Jisung panics when he has to face his fear of heights. Luckily, Gryffindor!Y/N is there to comfort him

⇾ The L Word – ☽ with fluffy ending, arranged marriage, rich kid au; 2.1k

❝Tell me, Han. Has she ever explicitly told you that she loved you?❞; in which Jisung’s afraid that Y/N’s going to leave him in rising of rumours but learns he shouldn’t judge a situation from the words of others

⇾ Me and You Against the World – ☼ & slight ☽, arranged marriage, royal au; 4.7k

❝I don’t understand why they judge when they don’t even know you…❞; in which you don’t let the words of others get in the way of your relationship with Jisung « Prequel of The L Word but set in a different era, read description on post

⇾ Ice Cream! (Life's Power-Up) – ☼ f2l; 1.8k

In which comfort comes in the form of an awkward boy and free ice cream

⇾ Gift Wrapping is a Serious Matter – ☼ implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers

In all honesty, you had no idea why you decided to take up the job of gift wrapping at your local mall. There are moms constantly yelling at you, your fingers are covered in papercuts, and the hours are long. Luckily, your coworker, Jisung, is there to make it more bearable. — PART OF THE TLGTM SERIES

♡ F E L I X

⇾ My Type - ☼ co-worker au; 1.1k

You and Felix work together at a food stall at the fair

⇾ I Lilac You. - ☼ f2l; 2.2k

He sticks the flowers out to you and grins, ❝I got these for you?❞; alternatively where Felix decides to be the first-ever person to get you flowers, but it isn't as perfect as he planned it to be

⇾ Staycation - ☼ implied f2l, hurt/comfort

Spending Christmas sick and in bed wasn’t Felix’s ideal way of spending the holiday. Being the best friend that you are, you decide to take care of him. Who would have thought that Felix was clingy when he had the flu? — PART OF THE TLGTM SERIES

♡ S E U N G M I N

⇾ Boys Like Me - ☼ f2l; 2.1k

Seungmin thinks that no one would like a guy like him, but obviously he’s wrong

Discontinued Series

⇾ Heartthrob Series

In which each member has their own charm that causes one’s heart to skip a beat {introduction}

°•. ✿ .•°

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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Welcome to Our Hell // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: Charlie asks the reader a simple question that leads the man to fall down a rabbit hole of reading. Despite the panic you felt along with your fellow writers you still introduced and helped him navigate the pool of fanfiction.

Warnings: None (it’s actually possible with me??)

Words: 1k

A/N: I couldn’t resist making a tiny blurb about the revelation that Charlie has read fanfiction, that he enjoyed reading it. I actually talked about how Owen and Charlie would react to jatp fanfiction so sorry for manifesting 😬

ALL FICS MENTIONED ARE TAGGED.

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Your eyes slightly glanced up from your computer to where a certain someone was humming along to an Eagles song. His hips swayed as he slipped the egg in the pan, unaware of your eyes following him. He was entirely in his own world while he left you to finish up what he was led to believe was just school work.

The innate cheerful aura the male gave off regardless of the landscape had always been one of your favourite things about him. He saw the joy and good in things most people tended to overlook. It didn’t matter if he had his guitar in his hands or a cooking tool; he’d shoot that smile that melted your heart.

“Whatcha doin’?” Charlie questioned, peering over the island in the apartment you had rented in the city.

“Just doing some work.” You replied, beginning to type once more with a sudden burst of inspiration. You barely noticed he had slid the egg onto the plate before he was at your side.

“Are you writing for Tumblr?”

That one sentence froze you. Fingers stiffened above the well-loved keyboard of your computer you’d invested a fair amount of money on. Goosebumps swarmed every inch of your skin that suddenly lost a few shades.

Your skittish gaze found purchase in the warm ocean of hazel that bore no judgment, “Did you just say Tumblr? H-how do you know Tumblr Charlie?”

The Canadian hummed in response with a thoughtful expression, “I saw this really cool artwork, and it had a link. I followed it to Tumblr. It’s such a cool site.”

“It’s a hell site.” You deadpanned at the young actor who held no contempt for the different creativity methods unleashed in the fandom. Your e/c irises stayed stuck in a battle of colour with his own eyes.

“If it’s a hell site, why do you go on it?”

“It’s like a car crash or a burning building. It’s horrifying, but you stay to see which outcome ends up winning.” You had to carefully find the words to eloquently describe why you kept returning to a site that was frustrating at times.

“There’s so much diversity from songs, traditional art, poems, dances, covers and now writing. It’s insane.” Charlie chucked as he nudged the plate of breakfast he’d cooked for you, “I’m really digging the ‘90s Lalex books-”

“Fanfics. Fics for short.” You offered the man who held a slight expression of confusion that quickly cleared up, “And the writing has been going on since the series dropped. I’d be rich for every fic that referenced Luke’s aversion to sleeves.”

The boisterous laugh filled the room as Charlie hunched over. His arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Don’t you find it weird that there are fics about you?”

“Weird?” Charlie spoke, scrunching up his nose adorably. His hazel eyes lightened further, “Y/N, I’m not weirded out. I’m honoured that I made enough impact to have people writing about me.”

A small smile broke across your face, “You totally have a secret account, don’t you?”

“No. NO.” The whisper come in the dark of the bedroom where both sides of the couple should be sleeping. You had been before Charlie whined with his phone attached to his hand.

“Baby?” You groaned, turning to find him still invested in the world of fanfiction. His hazel eyes, tear-filled, raised to meet yours, “What are you doing up at-3am?”

“I just finished reading this adorable fic about Willex. The euphoria had me reading the next fic without reading the summary.” Charlie cried to the bedside light you’d turned when his sniffles woke you up. The near distraught man didn’t fight as you gently took his face out of his hand.

“Oh, Char.” You hummed, bringing the brunette into your arms as he mourned whatever was in the fic.

“Luke died with his girlfriend waiting in the Orpheum. She lived and began a life with Bobby..er Trevor.” Charlie whispered against the soft comforter you’d only recently bought, “They never got to say goodbye. As Luke’s portrayer, I just know the double betrayal took him to his knees.”

“Ah, you found @losttinwritings ‘See you Again’. That one is a doozy.” You winced, remembering the heartbreaker, “You, however, need sleep.”

Charlie’s eyes quickly met the phone sitting in between you two, “But-”

“Here.” You handed over your own phone after clicking your secondary account, “It’s one of my all-time comfort fics when I’m feeling sad. @dream-a-little-bigger-x always nails it out of the park but ‘Love Shack’? Immaculate.”

Charlie’s eyes flickered between the phone in his hand to your eyes twinkling in the albeit shitty lighting the cheap lamp offered. The vulnerability in your eyes at offering your blog took his breath away. This was a place where you were safe in your thoughts with no judgment.

“Oh! And @cherrymaybank created ‘A Romantic’. A beautiful story in the eyes of a hopeless romantic Luke and the stoic, independent reader.” You offered with a grin and sigh of happiness, “I’ll have to start tagging you in the ones I adore. Definitely gonna introduce you to @merceret’s work; it’s always amazing regardless of how long the fic is or the distance between work. I’d wait a thousand years for her.”

Charlie’s lips spread to reveal that smile that always had you falling back in love over and over again. It even eased the panic you felt viewing Charlie’s rather honest confession he put on his Insta story. He’d caused panic within the writing community as he boldly announced his pride, awe, joy and love for all the fandom provided creatively.

Next thing you knew, you’d started sending each other fics you’d think the other would enjoy; it often ended up with the same fic being sent. Charlie didn’t address the topic publicly to allow the buzz of panic to die down. He also never discovered your personal writing blog either, well, that you knew about.

Sometimes you’d find him sniffling over a story where Luke discovers his girlfriend was unknowingly pregnant and never got to see him child grow up. That one also tore your heart apart and you’d been the one to write it. Just a secret you’d be taking to your grave.

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KnB Commentary: Kise Ryouta and the Curse of Being “Pretty Boy” in Shonen Anime

Cheerful, extroverted, happy-go-lucky and sunshine with a face, Kise Ryota is the screen ikemen in Kuroko no Basket. Although Kise is a cult favourite, but I think he is sometimes pushed aside with Momoi. In KnB people tend to focus more on the other GoMs rather than Kise. Here is my take on how Kise Ryota’s character and his types are scorned in Shonen Manga.

Shonen and Shojo manga revolve around two different dimensions: while shonen manga focuses on friendships, journeys and solid characteristic developments, shojo manga focuses generally on the romance parts, interpersonal relationships, appearance and struggles of the ordinary main character. Both manga lauds ordinariness and makes the ordinary extra-ordinary one just by showing that they have the possibility to be sublime. While Shojo manga greatly appreciates male beauty to the point of worship, Shonen sort of looks down on male beauty: anyone who identifies himself as good looking, or wants to be good looking is put down by others around him. Let’s see how Kise fell into the same trap.

Kise is introduced in the story in a very Shojo manga fashion. He is looked from the female point of view of Seirin’s girl students as he walks down the main pathway of the school. That piece of scene almost reminded me Takumi Usui entering school in Kaichou wa Maid Sama. From that point, wherever he goes he is greeted and surrounded by female population en large, much to the annoyance of his team members and opponents. Similar to the effect of “male gaze”, exists a “female gaze” which supposedly decides the desirability of a boy, especially in a high school setting. Kise, being handsome by the contemporary Japanese standards thus somewhat becomes the focus of the female gaze which makes males around him conscious and equally anxious. This phenomenon can be asserted with Momoi’s first encounter in the anime with Kuroko in Aida Gym pool. When Kuroko is hugged by a very beautiful and buxom Momoi Satsuki, the boys on his team lament: “I am so jealous of you Kuroko, hope you’ll die.” This was from a rather “harmless” and “normal” bunch of High School Basketballers, then just imagine how it effects the powerhouse boys with similar primal instinct and with greater ego. Thus Kise is treated with hot-and-cold attitude from males around him: be its his former teammates or current.

Kise is thus definitely an eligible bachelor and he surely knows it. However his self-awareness is without vanity or narcissistic edge. He is shown to be appreciative of female attention and not portray himself as a “playboy” or a “Scorer”; he is never addressed by anyone as “charan poran” (womanizer) in the series. This is a very contradictory attitude in Shonen anime. In shonen anime Male sexuality have very limited outlets: either one should be hyper-celibate and not pay attention to any organism marked as female, or one could be hyper-sexual to the point where they objectify the female form in a not so respectable manner--there is nothing in the Middle. In KnB Akashi, Kuroko and Midorima fall in the former end of spectrum while Haizaki Shogo and Aomine Daiki fall into the latter. Even dating and having girlfriend can make you the object of male scorn: in the anime Grand Blue, the department of Mechanical Engineer has a secret pact to stay single and when they find out that Iori Kitahara is living with Chisa (who is his cousin), they almost throw a violent fit. The male solidarity in Shonen thus ostricise the males who express appreciation in female company and show interest in courting and romance. Kise is snubbed in a similar manner for showing interest in a more feminine side. A same kind of snubbing was delivered to Hiroshi Fukuda of Seirin when he confessed on the rooftop that he wanted to get into the team for dating someone. In Free Momotarou Mikoshiba too, is either ridiculed or snubbed by his teammates for openly admitting to like Gou Matsuoka.

Out of all the Generation of Miracles characters, I think Kise is the most discriminated of all. His discrimination is the unsual kind: he is too important in the plotline to be comic relief like Takao and Izuki and he is too cheerful enough to be the bad boy. So what kind of discrimination does he face? He faces the discrimination for being good looking. Yes, there is a thing to be discriminated for being good looking. I also think Kise has been played within the character of being the “dumb blond”. He is portrayed as “pretty boy” and is expected to limit himself within it. His cheerful attitude is often met with cold shoulder and it is absolutely normalised within the storyline. Unlike other players who greet their rivals outside the courts with a broody attitude and slightly glaring eyes, Kise is the one who advocates “Yesterday’s rivals are today’s friends”. This is a very positive attitude to use in real life to keep the unhealthy competitiveness in check, but it is met with a scorn in the anime. It is shown as if being cheerful is the by-product of being good looking and the former should reflect the latter. This is perhaps the reason Kise’s playing style was completely sniped out of the scene from being “the best of all”. According to the society, a good looking person is just an eye-candy for anyone to drool over and if they have too much agency or talent people enviously comment “(s)he gets all that because of the looks”. It stems from the insecurity of one person having too much social power. The entire thing is very limiting. Kise is not only good-looking, he is acing his modelling career, a field which is highly demanding and taxing and at the same time he is doing well in basketball also in a nationally reputed school. These attributes somewhat gets overshadowed because he is somewhat only identified on screen for his looks. This fact is highlighted with his rivalry with Haizaki Shogo. Haizaki, instead of acknowledging Kise as a player, “marked his territory” by “boning” one of the girls claiming to be Kise’s girlfriend.

Kise is very much aware of the fact that the swarming bunch of girls are intrinsic to his image, especially as a model and for this reason he tries to be respectful towards them. However, he does not identify the admiration of the fan-brigade with genuine affection. This is the core fact which Haizaki misinterprets about Kise that he derives power from the admiring fangirls. Haizaki despite being the antagonist is pretty much shares the similar prejudice with the people near Kise: that Kise Ryota begins and ends with looks and even his playing style “perfect copy” is less than original. But Kise is not the prejudices that surround him, he is affectionate, loyal and genuine with enough dedication to pursue what he loves. The ideal type of Kise : “a girl that won’t tie me down” says a lot about him. He is eager to meet someone who will respect him for who he actually is and not for his looks or fame. He too is someone who grew out of seeing the surface and judge to observe someone and understand---that is how he started to respect Kuroko at the first place. At the end, when he loses to Touou, he sheds the image of a “cool handsome boy” and cries like a baby in public; something his own captain Kasamatsu or his former teammate Midorima could not do. This shows a lot of courage and strength but also shows that expressing ugly emotions in a public can also be dignified and not necessarily be stripping to masculinity.

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jennagrinsoverml · 3 years

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ML Fic Recs - Ladrien

Happy Friday! It’s time for another Miraculous Ladybug rec list! As before, I’m trying to rec fics that readers are less likely to have read, generally trying to keep to under 500 kudos on AO3. You can find my other rec lists on my blog under #jennarecsml

If you enjoy these, please reblog so more readers can find these awesome fics!

This week we’re giving some love to the most underrated side of the love square.

a superhero’s holiday by @isadorator

Adrien only wanted to have fun with his friends and enjoy a stress-free day at the beach. But then Chloé happened. And Hawk Moth. And Ladybug.

One-shot. An akuma attack at the beach. What happens to a poor teenage boy when he ends up with the love of his life plastered to him while he’s wearing just his bathing suit? *cackles* Love the UST and humour in this one!

whatever a sun will always sing is you by @komorebirei

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.

Multi-chapter. This one took me on a ride. It’s such an amazing exploration and development of their characters. The relationship might be established early on, but there are a lot of complexities to it that keep things really interesting. I especially enjoyed the way that having Ladybug and Adrien dating affected the other relationship dynamics. It’s not all serious and angst though - there’s some really funny bits in there too! I love this fic so much!

an uncurtain discovery by @ladyofthenoodle

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

One-shot. This fic is hilarious. Adrien is a complete and utter dork and totally embarrasses himself in front of the love of his life. It has one of my personal favourite tropes: Adrien thinking about “the boy Ladybug is in love with” and getting it completely wrong. Add in an identity reveal and you’ve got a fic I’ve read and reread too many times.

aloe-infused fuzzy socks by @peachcitt

“So now you’re stealing my socks?”

Marinette froze, biting the inside of her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouthing a choice curse word before dropping the three pairs of Adrien’s fuzzy aloe-infused socks that she’d been holding in her gloved hands. She took a deep breath and turned around, closing his sock drawer with her hip.

“No, of course not,” she lied through her teeth.

One-shot. This is PRPR, but it’s short and cute and sweet and worth a read! Reading it just makes me happy.

But All I'm Seeing Is You by chelseababylove

After Ladybug finds out Adrien is her Chat Noir, they start dating. She didn't think it'd be so hard to keep her identity a secret from him. She also didn't realize how much it would affect her friendship with him as Marinette.

One-shot. This fic is only about 5k, but man does it ever pack in a lot of emotion and relationship development and I really, really, really love it. I really felt how much they love each other in this one and Marinette is just so, so wonderful to Adrien and he’s so wonderful to her and if you haven’t already please read this.

The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do have some sexual content, so minors beware.

What Do You Dream of My Lady? by @smellerbeee

Written for Ladrien June 2019, loosely based on the Day 1 Prompt: Kiss.

Adrien is surprised to see that Ladybug has come to check on him after an akuma attack, and even more surprised when she can't stop staring at him. (One-shot)

~rated M to be safe, but it's pretty tame, it's more about the eMoTiOnS

One-shot. Rated M. This fic deserves so much more love!! If I didn’t already love ladrien, this fic would convert me. The mutual desire~~ Adrien piecing things together because, contrary to fanon, he’s not a complete idiot. Marinette’s Ladybug sense of responsibility on full display. Ugh. Another one that I can’t stop thinking about and imagining possibilities for after the fact because the UST just about murdered me.

@devillustrator | nsfw art blog | will draw for €€€ by @isadorator

Nathaniel is a Starving Artist™ that regularly gets commissioned by Adrien to draw fluffy and cute LadyNoir art. But everything changed when the Hormone Nation attacked.

Two-part series. Rated E. This fic actually inspired these rec lists. I was reading it again for the umptieth time and noticed the kudos count and thought there was no way it could be right. This fic has the absolute hottest identity reveal I’ve ever read in my entire life. It’s also really freaking funny!! This is the kind of fic that, every time I read it I’m like “I wish there were 5,000 other fics in the fandom exactly like this one.”

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scriptflorist · 3 years

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Character Template

Name: Xuesong

Nickname: A'Song

Alternate identity: n/a

Birthday: (never really thought about it)

Zodiac: -

Birthplace: a non-Earth fantasy land with Chinese inspirations

Dwelling place: the palace

How do they live: He’s with the elder prince most of the time, since he works for him. He’s a bodyguard of sorts, but also runs errands. His “bedroom” is actually a sectioned off part of a hallway shared with several others.

Appearance: Tall, with long wavy black hair that’s partially braided and tied back with a silk ribbon, blue-green like his upturned eyes. The backs of his pointed ears are covered with brown fur, and he has a pair of brown antlers. He usually wears a navy and gray uniform, with the royal emblem embroidered on the chest, as well as black boots.

What’s in their bag/pockets: He’s got a small bag with some coins in it.

Species: Wood spirit

Features of the species: Appears human, but with antlers, deer ears, and monochrome eyes in shades of blue or green.

Name of parents: He was created by a group of mages.

Name of siblings: n/a

Others next of kin: n/a

Not-in-blood-but-in-bond-family: Yunshan, a younger wood spirit, whom he considers like a brother.

Family history: After he was created, he was sent to the palace and handed over to the elder prince as a magical study/training partner and playmate. He was trained “on the go”, facing some punishments at first, but he’s a quick learner. Over time, he and the young prince start seeing each other as friends (and later, romantic partners). Yunshan arrived about two years later, to serve the younger prince, and Xuesong was the one who showed him the ropes.

Favourite colour: His magic is sort of turquoise so he’s biased to that, but he also likes orange.

Favourite animal: Not one, but he likes birds, especially little ones.

Favourite book: none

Favourite film/show/series: n/a

Favourite genre: probably adventure, he likes listening to those kinds of stories when he has the chance

Favourite food: a kind of drink/soup (it’s served in bowls and eaten with spoons) made with local berries, also egg stir fried with assorted veggies.

Favourite place to be: The palace garden, which he’s allowed in because his magic can vitalize the plants. It attracts various insects and the birds he’s fond of.

Personality: He’s quite a friendly and kind person, who doesn’t have a lot of power but would try to help in any way he can, or at least lend a listening ear. However, he does get upset if he feels his efforts aren’t appreciated enough, though he does try to hide this out of politeness. He’s responsible in his work and is rarely, if ever, late. His ever-smiling disposition sometimes causes people to think him silly, but he’s actually quite aware of the goings-on around him, and clever enough to use that knowledge if it could aid the people he cares about. He’s not good at making very good decisions under pressure though.

Misc: He gets mindwiped for his illicit relationship with the elder prince. After the prince embarks on a journey to find the legendary cure, his memories and personality return to normal, but he has some trauma symptoms from the ritual.

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Hey there stranger,

Haven’t gotten one of these in a while, let’s see what we can do for your character. Hope you find something useful in here!

Birthplace: a non-Earth fantasy land with Chinese inspirations

chinese flower language tag

He's with the elder prince most of the time, since he works for him. He's a bodyguard of sorts, but also runs errands.

lily (japanese) – you cannot deceive me

lungwort – you are my life, though art my life

monkshood – knight-errantry, a deadly foe is near

wolfsbane – knight, chivalry, misanthropy

Species: Wood spirit

cedar – spiritual strength, strength, I live for thee, think of me

cherry blossom – spiritual beauty, insincerity, impermanence

geranium (night-smelling) – melancholy spirit

magnolia – love of nature, dignity, nobility, perseverance

sorrel (wood) – joy

southernwood – pain, jest, bantering

sycamore – woodland beauty, curiosity, reserve

wood anemone – sickness, forlornness

wood sorrel – joy, maternal tenderness

woodbine – fraternal love, affection

wormwood – absence, do not be discouraged

black hair

black bryony – support, be my support

blackberry – envy

ebony – blackness

laburnum – blackness, forsaken, pensive beauty

mulberry (black) – I shall not survive you

poplar (black) – courage

Name of parents: He was created by a group of mages.

angelica – magic, inspiration

fern – magic, fascination, sincerity, confidence, shelter

Not-in-blood-but-in-bond-family: Yunshan, a younger wood spirit, whom he considers like a brother.

syringa – fraternal love, fraternal regard, memory

verbena (pink) – family union

woodbine – fraternal love, affection

He was trained "on the go", facing some punishments at first, but he's a quick learner.

marigold – cruelty, grief, inquietude, trouble, chagrin, pretty love, sacred affection, caress, sorrow

nettle – cruelty, slander, you are spiteful

tiger-flower – cruelty, for once may pride befriend me

Over time, he and the young prince start seeing each other as friends (and later, romantic partners).

acacia – friendship, platonic love, secret love

acacia (rose) – friendship, elegance

acacia (yellow) – concealed love, secret love

ambrosia – love returned

arbor vitae – unchanging friendship, live for me

chrysanthemum – you’re a wonderful friend, abundance, wealth, cheerfulness, truth, loveliness and cheerfulness

chrysanthemum (red) – I love.

citronella – homosexual love

clove –I have loved you and you have not known it, dignity

daisy (wild) – dost thou love me?, I will think on it

freesia – lasting friendship

geranium – true friend, stupidity, folly

geranium (oak-leaved) – true friendship, lady deign to smile

glycine – your friendship is pleasing and agreeable to me

heliotrope – I love you, the intoxication of love, infatuation, devoted affection, devotion, I turn to thee, intoxicated with pleasure

honeyflower – speak low if you speak love, love sweet and secret, sweet, secret, generous affection, sweetness of disposition

honeysuckle – bonds of love, generous and devoted affection, affection, devotion, fidelity, I would not answer hastily

honeysuckle (wild) –generous and devoted love

ivy – friendship, matrimony, I have found one true heart, constancy, marriage, fidelity, wedded love, affection

japonica – symbol of love, sincerity

jerusalem oak – your love is reciprocated

jonquil – love me, affection returned, desire, sympathy, I desire a return of affection

lilac – first emotion(s) of love, beauty, pride

lilac (purple) – first emotions of love

maidenhair – secret bond of love, discretion

motherwort – concealed love, secret love

rose – love

rose (bridal) – happy love, happiness

rosebud (moss) – confession of love, confession

snowdrop – I am not a summer friend, consolation, hope, refinement

tulip – declaration of love, beautiful eyes, fame, perfect lover

tulip (red) – declaration of love, believe me

windflower – symbol of love, sincerity

zephyr flower – symbol of love, sincerity, expectation, fond caresses

he also likes orange

lily (orange) – hatred, disdain

mockorange – counterfeit, fraternal affection, deceit

orange blossom – your purity equals your loveliness, chastity, innocence, eternal love, marriage, fruitfulness

orange flowers – chastity, woman’s worth, bridal festivities

orange tree – generosity

rose (orange) – fascination

syringa (mockorange) – fraternal love, fraternal regard, memory

Favourite animal: Not one, but he likes birds, especially little ones.

venus’ car – fly with me

Favourite food: a kind of drink/soup (it's served in bowls and eaten with spoons) made with local berries

blackberry – envy

cranberry – hardiness, cure for (the) heartache

gooseberry – anticipation

huckleberry – faith, simply pleasures

mulberry (black) – I shall/will not survive you, devotedness

mulberry (red) – wisdom

mulberry (white) – wisdom, prudence

pidgeon berry – indifference

raspberry – remorse

strawberry – perfection, perfect excellence, perfect goodness

strawberry blossom – foresight

strawberry tree – love and esteem, perseverance

whortleberry – treachery, treason

Favourite place to be: The palace garden, which he's allowed in because his magic can vitalize the plants.

persimmon – bury me amid nature’s beauties

cosmos – joy in love and life

lucern – life

tree of life – immortality, old age

kind person, would try to help in any way he can

allspice -- compassion

blue bell – kindness, constancy, sorrowful regret, humility, gratitude

elder flower -- compassion

marsh mallow – kindness, beneficence

His ever-smiling disposition sometimes causes people to think him silly, but he's actually quite aware of the goings-on around him, and clever enough to use that knowledge if it could aid the people he cares about.

kennedia – intellectual beauty, mental beauty

mignonette – moral and intellectual beauty, your qualities surpass your charms

rose (daily) – thy smile I aspire to

sumach (venice) – intellectual splendour, elegance

sunflower (tall) – smile on me still, haughtiness, pride, false riches, lofty and pure thoughts

sweet william – grant me one smile, gallantry, finesse, childhood, scorn

tulip (yellow) – there’s sunshine in your smile, hopeless love

walnut – intellect, stratagem

agrimony – thankfulness, gratitude

anthericum -- antidote

azalea – take care, temperance, fragile, passion, romance, temperance, fragile and ephemeral passion

balm of gilead – cure, relief, I am cured

balsam of peru – cure

bay leaf – I change but in death, I change but in dying

bay (red) – love’s memory

catchfly (white) – I fall into the trap laid for me

cranberry – cure for (the) heartache, hardiness

dahlia – my gratitude exceeds your care, instability, elegance and dignity, forever thine, novelty, dignity

dogwood – love undiminished by adversity, I am perfectly indifferent to you, durability

forget-me-not – true love, forget me not, memories

honeysuckle (coral) – I love you, the colour of my fate

lotus – estranged love, forgetful of the past, eloquence, purity

lotus flower – estranged love

love-lies-bleeding – deserted love, hopeless not heartless, dignity, nobility, perseverance

myrtle – love in absence, love positive, love, joy

periwinkle – pleasing remembrances, sweet remembrance, tender recollections, early recollections, pleasure of memories, sweet memories

periwinkle (blue) – pleasures of memory, sweet remembrance, early friendship

periwinkle (white) – pleasures of memory, pleasing remembrance

pheasant’s eye – remembrance, painful remembrance, sorrowful remembrances

primrose (chinese) – lasting love

privet – unfading love

rose (maiden blush) – if you love me, you will find it/me out

rose (single, full bloom) – I truly love you, simplicity

rosemary – remembrance, your presence revives me, healing balm

scabiosa – unfortunate love, unfortunate attachment, I have lost all

swallow-wort – cure for (the) heartache

syringa – memory, fraternal regard, fraternal love

syringa (carolina) – memory, disappointment

yarrow – to cure, a cure for the heartache, cure for a broken heart, cure for heartache

zinnia (yellow) – daily remembrance

– Mod Jana

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Okay okay i know i said the last request was the last request buuuuut🥺🥺🥺❤❤😳 like...... first of all i am obsessed with that series u tagged me in! Omw i am halfway through and grinning like a fool! Freaken eeeeep😳❤❤❤☺☺ Nemo darling u made my sparkle friday not only sparkle but shine!❤❤❤🌈🥺🥺 and that lil theo fic u released ❤❤❤❤🌈😳😳 Freaken swoooooons❤❤☺ hehehe like omw😳😳😳 anyways! Looks like i got carried away☺ //debates whether to carry on with original plan or not🤔🤔

Hehehe yolo here we go

Could i pretty please with sprinkles ontop

Request a fic featuring Theo van Gogh

The fics ive read have inspired

An ask i hope will transpire

Hehe okay ill stop lolol darling nemo could i pretty please request a lil fic with my darling theo❤☺ reciting some poetry hehehe i love how they just glanced over this in his route but like omw how freaken sweet and cute❤❤❤😳😳😳😳😳😳😳☺🥺 prefect man i swear!❤❤❤😳🥺

Love u lots dear! Hope u are taking care of yourself! Folding all the origami! Taking plenty of breaks and eating all the candy hehehe🥺❤❤🍨🍨🍨🍨🍨

DUTCH POETRY? Dutch poetry. I’m glad that you liked the series! I haven’t been able to sit down yet and read it, but the synopsis was really promising! 🥺🥺🥺

Hahaha, Theo would love you for the poetry! (●♡∀♡) And I adore you for always leaving me nice messages and giving me inspiration! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Stay sparkly Zeta-dearest and I shall take all the rest I need knowing that I can be at peace with a darling like you around! (*＾3＾)/～♡

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Theodor(k)us van Gogh

Prompt: Will I ever stop calling Theo, Theodorkus? Never. But the poem here is called ‘Zie je ik hou van je’ by Herman Gorter who was part of a literary/arts revolution in the Netherlands back around the time that Theo would have been alive. I like to think that Ikevamp’s Theo would approve of the man.

That Theo was a lover of poetry was no secret other than it being an underrated fact. The framework of literature, he had called it, for it was poetry that spoke a thousand thoughts in a single word, and painted the pictures with even less. It was poetry in its earliest forms that brought forth the writers' hand and and nurtured an artists’ soul. And with the new development coming from his homeland, with the new thought developing that moved away from the old purpose of religion, Theo was all the more eager to follow and support.

And his favourites were, as you had guessed, romantic ones. Those that described love to him, for Theo had so much of it to give. Though he hid it well, teasing with that mocking smile of his and his little endearments hidden and translated into insulting names. It made you all the more eager to ask him for a recital. For serenading he was unlikely to do, but reciting was just a question away, a request from you to him.

When you asked Theo for a love poem the man had hesitated little, his hands clasping around your face as he pulled you closer. A twinge of mischief could be read in his face. But there was affection mostly when he held you in his gaze, thumbs running over your cheekbones as if he was about to pinch, smiling wider at the flush that built up underneath his fingers.

[Zie je ik hou van je, (See I love you)

ik vin’ je zo lief en zo licht - (I find you so dear and so bright -)

je ogen zijn zo vol licht, (your eyes are so full of light,)

ik hou van je, ik hou van je. (I love you, I love you.)]

The words were straightforward, though still a little foreign in your ears. But it was the tone in which he whispered these words that told all of what you should know and understand about how he felt. His cool blue eyes were warm, shimmering in all what he held for you, never allowing you to escape his gaze. And as he continued he leaned in, reciting the next passage as his lips fluttered over your nose, your lips and then to your hair, in that order, the words fluttering after;

[En je neus en je mond en je haar (And your nose and your mouth and your hair)

en je ogen en je hals waar (and your eyes and your neck where)

je kraagje zit en je oor (your collar is and your ear)

met je haar er voor. (covered by your hair.]

Your eyes were not forgotten before Theo's head dipped and he parted his lips, fangs grazing over your neck. It earned a strangled noise from you whose body responded to the promise of pleasure if he just sunk in his teeth. He didn't bite, however. Instead he moved over to your ear and kissed its shell. Deft fingers followed as he pulled out a strand of your hair and kissed that as well before returning to the spot beneath your ear, mumbling the words that belonged to the poem.

You didn't need a serenade, or even a translation to know what the Dutchman said or felt. Not when Theo was carving every word into your skin, every move of his lips and hush of whisper followed with another fervent kiss. A confession of his love on repeat was what followed as he captured you in his arms, not intending to depart from you, or the couch on which you sat.

[Zie je ik wou graag zijn (See I wish to be)

jou, maar het kan niet zijn, (you, but cannot be)

het licht is om je, je bent (the light surrounds you, you are)

nu toch wat je eenmaal bent. (who you are meant to be)]

[O ja, ik hou van je, (Oh yes, I love you)

ik hou zo vrees'lijk van je, (I love you so much)

ik wou het helemaal zeggen - (I wish I could say is all -)

Maar ik kan het toch niet zeggen. (but I cannot say it)]

#ikevam theodorus #ikevam theo #ikemen theo #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire theodorus #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #ikevam x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire x reader

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LwD 1.10, “No Small Parts”

Well, that was the most fun I've had watching Star Trek in literally a quarter of a century.

I had high hopes for this series. I love TAS, largely because of its wacky outsized concepts that could only have worked in animation—not that they all did work, but the potential was so apparent to me, even as a kid reading the Alan Dean Foster novelizations—and as an adult, there's something about the imagination of Lower Decks's FX setpieces that transcends even the glorious CGI bonanzas of Discovery.

Pause for a confession. I've long pushed back against criticism of serialization in new Trek. That's just how TV is now, okay? Might as well complain about it being in widescreen. But I'm backing down a little, because I've realized there is something about Star Trek that's inextricable from at least a partially-episodic format. And while Picard was telling a different kind of story, I can't deny that my favourite episodes of Disco have been the ones with a mostly self-contained A-plot. After 10 delightfully episodic instalments of LwD, its focus on long-term development of characters instead of a season-spanning puzzle-plot (okay, mostly just Mariner, but we only have 10 × 22 minutes and she is the star) has been downright refreshing.

So here we are, at the end of the most consistent and well-executed Season 1 of a Star Trek series since, arguably, Those Old Scientists. And sure, if they'd had to produce another... yikes, 42 episodes? Then sure, they probably would have dropped a clunker or two—but they didn't, and winning on a technicality is still winning. I'm practically vibrating with excitement for Disco to come back next week, but damn, I'm going to miss this little show while it's on hiatus.

Spoilers below:

Something I've been keeping track of finally paid off this week! (Which never happens to me, lol.) The destruction of the USS Solvang marked the first present-day death(s) of any Starfleet officer on Lower Decks, the only other on-screen killing at all being a flashback in "Cupid's Errant Arrow". Which makes sense, being (a) a comedy, and (b) about typically "expendable" characters: it hasn't been afraid to flirt with a little darkness here and there, but killing people off at Star Trek's usual pace wouldn't just be wrong for the tone, it would be downright bizarre.

But... people die on Star Trek. That's one of the core themes of the show, really: space is full of knowledge and beauty, but also danger and terror, and believing that the former is worth the risk of the latter is (according to Trek) one of humanity's most noble traits. I'm the least bloodthirsty TV watcher I know, but the longer we went with a body count of nil—ships completely evacuated before they were destroyed, main characters hilariously maimed without permanent consequences, etc.—well, I didn't mind per se, but the absence of truly deadly stakes was definitely getting conspicuous.

Turns out they were saving it up for maximum impact. And holy fuck, I've never felt such a pit in my stomach watching a ship get destroyed that wasn't named Enterprise. It felt grim and brutal and somehow both much too quick and dreadfully inevitable—and yeah, it looked extremely fucking cool—and I'd like every other Star Trek property for the rest of time to take notes under a large bold heading labeled RESTRAINT.

Comedy doesn't need to do this, but my favourite comedy does, and in a way that few other art forms can even approach: lower my emotional defences by making me laugh, endear character(s) to me with goofy-but-relatable antics—then BAM, sucker-punch me in the motherfucking feels. M*A*S*H is probably the classic example on TV, Futurama was notorious for it, and even Archer has pulled it off a few times; it's also a staple of some of my favourite standup. I wasn't sure if Lower Decks was going to go there in Season 1—and wasn't sure if they'd earn it—but I knew if they did, that they'd nail it, and damn. Feels good to be right.

Last batch of notes for the season!!! I rambled enough already, so let's do it liveblog-style:

I fucking KNEW they were going to use "archive" visuals from TAS at some point, I KNEW IT :D

"THOSE OLD SCIENTISTS" ahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I like chill and confident Boimler a lot? You can really see—

oh bRADWARD NOOOOO

That opening shot of the Solvang tracking down to the red giant was extremely Discovery-esque... minus the motion sickness, that is

A lady captain AND a lady first officer? That's—oh hey, it's Captain Dayton's brand-new ship. Hahaha, that means they're totally fucked, right?.

Yep! They sure a—umm, wh—shit, okay, but—oh no—no, you can't—wait DON'T

...fuck

FUCK.

Narrator: "And then Amy needed a five-hour break."

[live-action Star Trek showrunner voice] "Gee, Mike! Why does CBS let you have two cold opens?"

Okay, yes, the bit with Rutherford cycling through all the different attitudes in his implant was transparently an excuse for Eugene Cardero to vamp while waiting for something to do in the story, but as far as I'm concerned they can contrive a reason for him to do a bunch of different silly Rutherfords in a row any time they damn well want, because that was classic!!!

EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP

AND THE EXOCOMP IS PAINTED LIKE THE EXOCOMP IS WEARING A LITTLE EXOCOMP-SIZED STARFLEET UNIFORM

EXOCOMP!!!!!

The slow burn and now the payoff of the Mariner-is-Freeman's-secret-daughter plot has been executed so well. I'm beyond impressed with this writer's room, y'all—they are threading a hell of a needle here

"Wolf 359 was an inside job" would have been a spit-take if I'd had anything in my mouth

...how many memos do you think Starfleet Command has had to issue asking people to stop calling the USS Sacramento "the Sac"?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'VE DECORATED THE SHUTTLECRAFT SEQUOIA THOUGH

Is, uh, is it weird if I'm starting to ship Tendi and Peanut Hamper a little? It is weird, isn't it. I knew it was weird...

Coital barbs??? I take back everything I said about wanting to know more about Shaxs/T'Ana.

The "good officer" version of Mariner is... kind of hot, tbh! But Tawny Newsome has done such a great job of building this character all season that her voice getting uncharacteristically clipped and martial and "sir! yes, sir!" is also deeply, deeply weird

Ah, so this is literally exactly like when TNG (and DS9) would bring in, and then blow up, a never-before-seen Galaxy-class ship, just to underscore that we're facing a real threat this week, baby. And hey, it fucking worked—my heart was in my throat, omg, for the reveal of the—

PAKLEDS?????????

The fucking PAKLEDS have been gluing weapons to their ships for the last 15 years. GREAT.

(We interrupt the SHIP BEING SLICED INTO SCRAP for an interesting bit of world-building: on Earth, the traditional First Contact Day meal is salmon!)

"I need a dangerous, half-baked solution that breaks Starfleet codes and totally pisses me off! That's an order." I'm starting to think Captain Freeman might actually be overqualified for the Cerritos, y'all—she's REALLY awesome

OH SHIT IT'S BADGEY, this is a TERRIBLE IDEA

"How much contraband have you hidden on my ship?" "I don't know! A lot!"

Awwww, Boims!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK THIS, PEANUT HAMPER OUT

BADGEY NOOOOO

AUGHHHHH WHAT THE CHRIST DID HE JUST—BUT—RUTHERFORD'S IMPLANT????

RUTHERFORD!!!!!!!!!!

SHAXS!!!!!!

F U C K ! ! ! ! !

ahaIOPugdfhagntpgjrq90e5mgu90qe5;oigoqgw4ouegrw5SP;IAEHURVa IT’S THE TITAN???????????

IT'S CAPTAIN WILLIAM T. RIKER ON THE MOTHERFUCKING TITAN??????????

i'm screaming I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGTGGGTGQER;LBHAOIBVNV;OAPBIJNVagr;h;oagruipuwtnaetbaetgq35ghqet

I'M SO GLAD THIS WASN'T SPOILED FOR ME WTF

I AM WEEPING LIKE A CHILD

...

(Just a brief 20-minute pause this time)

And oh wow, seeing Will and Deanna hits different after Picard too, in a few different ways, which I may even get into later now that my heartrate is back to normal, lmao

Oh, I am always here for some jokes at the expense of the Sovereign class. The Enterprise-E sucked. They should have built a new bigger model of the D and new Galaxy-class interiors for the TNG movies, and I will die on that hill

OKAY, FINE, YOU GOT ME, RUTHERFORD × TENDI WOULD BE ADORABLE AND THIS IS ACTUALLY A PRETTY GOOD SETUP FOR IT

Awwww, Shaxs though :( Congrats on the single most badass death in Star Trek history, dude. The Prophets would—well, the actual Prophets would probably be slightly confused about most of it, but Kira Nerys would be proud of you and I feel like that probably counts for more. RIP, Papa Bear

I am here all damn DAY for the Mariner–Riker parallels, ahahahahaha

Pausing it to record my prediction that Boimler's commitment to not caring about rank anymore is going to last 3... 2...

Yep.

Bradward, how DARE YOU.

"Those guys had a long road, getting from there to here." OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

What a brilliant way to resolve and renew the various character arcs and relationships moving into Season 2! The writers could easily have brought everything back to status quo—chaotic Mariner fighting with her mom and being a bad influence on Boimler, etc.—and done another 10 just like these, but I suspect that wouldn't have been ambitious enough for these writers. What a blast. I cannot wait for more.

Thanks for following along, friends! Stay tuned for my (similarly patchy and amateur) coverage of Discovery, starting next week!

#star trek #star trek lower decks #lwd spoilers #lower decks spoilers #lower decks #amy's episode notes

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Fic Rec List

While I wholeheartedly recommend everything in my AO3 bookmarks, I wanted to do a specific list of my favourite fics; so, enjoy! (I’ve tagged authors where I can find their tumblrs - if you see your fic on here and want to be tagged, just let me know!!)

Of Blood and Alchemy by Professor_Actuality (@professoractualitywrites) (T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Varian & the Seven Kingdoms, Varian/Hugo, Vampire Varian AU)

When Hugo, a novice hunter, is sent to the backwaters of Corona, the last thing he expects to find is a young blood, barely past his turning, whose very existence defies everything Hugo has come to understand about monsters and humans alike.

Inspired by YUKIMA_Ma's art over on twitter.

This is the fic that made me actually care about Hugo as a character; up until then I had basically been content to let the 7K AU pass me by completely. But his perspective and voice here are really interesting. "Vamparian” is also a great addition, not to mention hilarious. Warnings for some blood and violence, but still a gripping story that hints at a large and interesting fantasy world.

The Thing About Luz Noceda by Everyoneisheretoday5 (@notcaringisdamnhardsometimes) (T, The Owl House, Willow/Luz)

With Luz asleep on her shoulder, Willow reflects

One of the best shipfics I’ve ever read; this one distills everything I love about Willow & Luz’s relationship down into one adorable oneshot. Willow’s introspection is painfully in-character and Luz’s reaction to her confession makes me smile and feel warm every time I read it.

Fatherhood by Platon (@platonwrites) (G, Epithet Erased, Steven Universe, Greg Universe & Steven Universe & Molly Blyndeff)

When a strange girl and her father arrive in Beach City, Greg can't help but be pulled into their lives. What he's seeing just can't be true, it can't be. He has to be sure, and once he is, he has to put a stop to it.

How Molly Blyndeff was saved by Greg Universe.

My current favourite fanfic of all time; set early in both shows’ canons, it gives Molly the father she deserves and Steven an adorable sibling relationship. Everyone is in-character, and seeing Molly come out of her shell and come to trust the Universes is amazing. I even teared up a couple of times on my first read. As a bonus, this also probably has my favourite fic line ever: “If Greg stole the show, then Martin just burned down the theater.”

Mall Cops by Purpledragon6 (@scipunk63) (G, Infinity Train, Simon/Grace & Hazel)

A series of one-shots dedicated to Grace and Simon. Contains various AUs.

While every chapter of this is great, a special shout-out goes to Chapter 7: Together But Alone, which has perhaps the best Grace & Hazel interaction I’ve ever read in a fic. It’s heart-wrenching, but there’s also a lot of adorable and fluffy chapters too if that’s what you’re after.

Illiterate by AdrenochromeDreams (Not Rated, League of Legends, Caitlyn/Vi)

Caitlyn finds out Vi's major flaw which isn't breaking stuff...

Don’t let the lack of rating scare you; this one’s pure light hurt/comfort with a lot of fluff. It takes an interesting headcanon about Vi and turns it into a genuinely sweet interaction between her and Caitlyn. Not to mention its commentary on intelligence, and how Vi’s “flaw” isn’t really a flaw at all.

Overload by SailorChibi (@tsuki-chibi) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Neglect, Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette & Adrien & Tikki & Plagg)

With every passing day, the weight on Marinette's and Adrien's shoulders gets heavier. Pressure comes from every direction with little support, even from their parents.

It's time for Tikki and Plagg to step up and take care of their kids.

To be honest, I’m not in the Miraculous fandom; I found this by browsing the “adoption” tag on AO3, and I fell in love instantly. The fic really makes you feel for Marinette and Adrien, and thankfully disposes with the secret identity thing fairly quickly. Instead we get a beautiful story of found family and recovery, where Tikki and Plagg provide the caring environment their kids desperately deserve.

whatever you are by suzukiblu (@suzukiblu) (G, Care Bears, Christy/Dark Heart)

They spend most of the afternoon trying to think up a new name for Dark Heart, but it’s hard to explain to a boy who just became a boy why a name like “Dark Heart” sounds a little weird.

I am living for the character interaction in this fic. Dark Heart navigating humanity (or, at least, his limited understanding of it) is adorable, as is Christy’s help. The backstory the fic gives her is sad but believable, and fits her character really well. The kids both play really well off each other here, and the whole thing is just a pure shot of warmth as a result.

I Could Have Killed You by WeightyUncle (G, Kid Icarus, Palutena & Pit)

Pit has a nightmare, and needs comfort from the closest thing he has to a mom.

I’m always a sucker for motherly Palutena, and this fic delivers. It explores the consequences of the Chaos Kin in a way I wish Uprising had, showing how much having to fight his goddess has affected Pit, and the comfort after the hurt is really sweet.

Little Sister by alabasterclouds (@alabasterclouds) (Not Rated, Stranger Things, Joyce Byers & Eleven)

After watching Stranger Things, I had an incredible need to give Eleven someone who would actually love her and take care of her emotional needs. Joyce and Eleven's interactions gave me a bit of a lightbulb moment, and I decided to write a little fic that has Eleven finally getting what she needs - and Joyce giving some of the endless love she has for her sons to a little girl who really needs it.

Another fic where the lack of rating shouldn’t deter you; though there is some bedwetting it doesn’t quite veer into ageplay. It’s simultaneously a cute and heartbreaking fic, as El finds herself with a loving family for the first time and isn’t quite sure how to respond after years of mistreatment. Her fears and Joyce’s care for her are both written incredibly, and their characterisation makes this fic for me.

Feathers and Flames by TheBeanMarket (@thebeanmarket) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Alcoholism, My Hero Academia, Hawks & Dabi)

Hawks invites Dabi for a day out to suggest a business proposition. All does not go as planned.

Not my usual fare, but I absolutely love the voices in this fic. Dabi’s internal thoughts are a treat, and the author handles Hawks’ veneer cracking very well, to the point where he’s painfully sympathetic. Ultimately, even though the fic ends ambiguously, I’m left with no doubts as to his decision.

Bottled Up by Shinneth (@shinneth) (T, Steven Universe, Steven/Peridot)

Steven realizes Peridot has been feeling left out ever since she returned to the bathroom after Lapis fled Earth with their home. Now that he has some downtime after coming to terms with his mother's true identity and the engagement of Ruby and Sapphire, it's high time to let Peridot know she belongs with the Crystal Gems... and also let her know that Lapis does regret her decision to give her hope she will return one day.

Little does Steven know, Peridot has done quite a bit of eavesdropping when everyone thought she was just moping away in the bathroom...

I’ve always been a big fan of Steven & Peridot’s relationship, and this fic handles them perfectly. In particular, the fic has the acknowledgement of just how badly Lapis treated Peridot, and how torn up Peridot must really feel, that canon desperately needed without demonising the former. Both Peridot and Steven’s feelings are validated, and it’s refreshing as much as it is sweet to see.

Thanks Mom by SpaceStingray (G, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Adora & Queen Angella)

Just when she finally starts to feel comfortable around Queen Angella, Adora blurts something out that causes a downward spiral. But what does Angella have to say about it?

This is another fandom I’m not really in, but a fic I adore. Angella really is the star here, with her care squarely on display, and the result is a really sweet tale of found family. Adora’s relatably awkward in response, and Glimmer makes for the best sister. Of course, the fic has a more canon-compliant epilogue for those (unlike me) who enjoy heart-wrenching pain.

It Doesn’t Have To End Here by CosmicCrossing (@shima-draws) (G, Pokemon, Ash/Clemont)

"And—and now—" Clemont starts to choke up, furious with himself for being so weak but unable to do anything about it. "O-our journey will soon come to an end...and you're going to leave and—what will I do without you?" He finally breaks, tears blurring his vision and staining his cheeks.

An adorable hurt/comfort fix-it to the end of the Kalos anime, this is the fic that got me into Diodeshipping. Clemont’s sadness and fears over things ending are really well written, and I am living for how upbeat and loving Ash is in response, especially with his solution to the issue at hand. This is one of those fics I really wish had happened in canon, because it’s amazing.

bandages by pitkiu (@owlskullz) (G, Kid Icarus, Palutena & Pit)

At this point, Pit's wings were just an inconvenience.

A beautifully-written trans!Pit fic, and one of the best trans fics I’ve read full stop. This one really makes me feel for him, especially with how it handles his feelings towards his wings, and as I’ve said I’m always a sucker for Palutena being motherly.

A New Princess In Town by LumenInFusco (G, Super Mario, Bowser & Princess Daisy)

Princess Daisy takes an old friend shopping for a new wardrobe to go with her new face.

A fic that takes the ‘Bowsette’ concept and turns it into a really good fic about trans woman!Bowser (or, to use her name, Ruby). Despite the unusual premise the fic takes itself appropriately seriously; Ruby’s struggles are well written, and the supportive friendship between her and Daisy is a joy to read about. Top it off with an adorably sweet ending, and you have another great trans fic.

Two New Dads, Same Old Fears by lenin_it_to_win_it (@lenin-it-to-win-it) (Not Rated, Mentioned Abuse, My Hero Academia, Todoroki & All Might/Naomasa)

Even though All Might and Naomasa are much kinder than Endeavor, Todoroki still finds herself struggling to feel comfortable with her new guardians due to her past abuse, especially since she's convinced they won't accept her once they realize she's trans.

Trans girl!Todoroki wasn’t a headcanon I’d even considered until I read this, but the fic handles it so well and so believably that I was sold immediately. This is the best trans fic and my favourite MHA fic out of all I’ve read; Todoroki’s struggles are painfully real, and All Might trying to do right by her (with his husband’s help) is the sweetest thing. The voices and characterisation are perfect, and all-in-all I absolutely love this one.

Faith by Mertiya (G, Tangled the Series, Arianna & Rapunzel & Varian)

Varian has a secret. Arianna tries to help. Rapunzel and Cass try to fix things with their friend.

The post-season-1 fix-it I desperately wanted, featuring trans!Varian. There’s a lot of fics diverging after Secret of the Sundrop, but the character interaction in this one is perfect for me. Rapunzel and friends actually acknowledge their mistakes without being demonised, and I love the care Arianna shows. The only character this isn’t as kind to is Frederick, and I think he deserves that.

Her Heart’s Duet by sunkelles (@disregardcanon) (Not Rated, Gravity Falls, Mabel/Pacifica)

In an alternate universe where you get songs stuck in your head when your soulmate does, Mabel Pines finds out her soulmate loves classical music. She sort of just runs with it from there.

An old favourite of mine, this fic is pure fluff. Mabel’s obsession with her soulmate is endearing without becoming grating, and the way it manifests (with Pacifica’s taste in music) is great. I really love how the girls kindle a relationship before Mabel knows whether they’re soulmates, and decides she wouldn’t mind if they were.

When They Held You Under by Puregold (T, Abuse, Drowning, Camp Camp, David & Max)

It was just then that, as Max was lost in his fucked-up train of thought, the dirt and rocks beneath him loosened, giving way to the jagged and steep hill below leading directly into the lake. He panicked, screaming higher and louder than he'd ever care to admit as he tumbled down faster than he could think. Sharp rocks and thorns stabbed and cut at him as he abruptly plummeted deep into the cold water, and he was suddenly surrounded. Surrounded by a cold, uncaring thick blue haze as he tried to kick his way back up to the surface, only to realize that he didn't know how.

The best Dadvid fic I’ve ever read; it’s effectively a sickfic, as David is forced to take care of Max after a near-drowning. Their dynamic is handled amazingly, with David's care running headlong into the realisation of just how badly Max is being mistreated, and the result is an adorable fic.

Blue Roses (orphaned work) (Not Rated, Abuse, Suicide, Danny Phantom, Ember/Danny)

There was a bouquet of blue roses tucked between her knees at the base of the headstone.

This is a really old favourite, taking the popular headcanon about how Ember died, but I still think it holds up. I can’t help feeling sympathy for Ember here, especially with the heartbreaking meaning behind her “remember my name” tagline, and Danny’s understanding adds some nice comfort to an otherwise sad story.

Who Needs Trials, When You Have Gender Issues by OkFandom (@idonthaveacleverquip) (T, Pokemon, Guzma & Plumeria & Team Skull Grunt)

Who needs Trials, when you've got Team Skull? Guzma really needs to re-address the exact rules of the Team Skull dress code.

Team Skull are my favourite Pokemon faction specifically because they’re a big misfit family, and that’s perfectly on display here. I love how Grunt G finds acceptance, and the voices from Guzma and Plumeria are perfect. Another really good trans fic, with some great found family on top.

love, and other 4-letter words by Wrenvibes (@wrenvibes) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Homophobia, Near-Drowning, Star Wars Rebels, Hera & Sabine)

Maybe if she stopped running from her past, she could fix it a little quicker.

This was my overall favourite fic for a long time and still currently sits at second place. Seeing Ursa’s abuse acknowledged is something I desperately needed at the time and still appreciate, and Sabine’s introspection is incredibly well-written. Hera’s motherly side is really nice to see, and overall their relationship in this fic is amazingly handled. I still come back to this when I’m having a bad day.

To Build A Home by Candaru (@epitheterasedgen) (T, Mentioned Neglect, Epithet Erased, Percy & Molly, Molly & Giovanni)

Taking custody of Molly Blynndeff goes much smoother than expected... But between Molly's grief and Percy's parental inexperience, it's the aftermath that's hard to deal with. (In which Percy adopts Molly to get her away from her father, but the new situation is mentally taxing on both. NO shipping. Emotional whump. T for safety and death mentions.)

The characterisation is so perfect in this fic that it hurts. I love any plot that involves Molly getting adopted, but this fic goes above and beyond with Percy’s insecurity and Molly’s uncertainty, plus Giovanni being the best big brother. But what really makes this fic so good is that it doesn’t take the obvious route; Percy isn’t a replacement for Molly’s mother, she’s completely different, and that’s okay.

Shapeshifting Thoughts by thelyokocode (G+, Gravity Falls, Wendy/Dipper)

Wendy thought after talking to Dipper following their adventure in the bunker that everything would go back to normal with ease, but something was lingering within herself. Wendip comfort!

There are a lot of Wendip fics out there; this is one of maybe two that I actually really like. It shows a side to Wendy that isn’t normally seen, and her and Dipper’s relationship is rendered adorably. That, and it’s effectively a fix-it response to Into The Bunker, which is always nice to see.

All Of Them by BellatrixLestrangey (@bellatrixobsessed1) (T, Mild Injury, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Katara)

While being healed by Katara, a few of Azula's weaknesses and secrets come to the surface.

What I love about this fic is how it handles Azula. Getting her characterisation right is a delicate balance, especially in redemption fics, but I think this fic handles her really well. She doesn’t come grovelling for forgiveness or even seeking redemption at all, but can’t help herself changing from spending time with the Gaang. Katara’s at her best here too, as a mental healer and confidant as well as a physical one, and I like how she applies the lessons she learned from Zuko and the Southern Raiders.

Lessons Learned by Someone on the Street (G, Scooby Doo, Daphne & Flim Flam)

13 Ghost centered piece. Daphne wakes up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep due to a pressing matter that's been weighing heavily on her for some time. A birthday present for Ellis97!

One of the best adoption fics I’ve read. Daphne and Flim Flam’s relationship is adorable, with him unused to being cared for but not wanting it to end, and her going to great lengths to take him in. Vincent Van Ghoul being supportive was a nice addition, and the result is a really sweet fic.

Unspoken by FidesNemo (T, Head Injury, The Hunger Games, Clove/Katniss)

After the war, Katniss spends most of her days alone. When an unexpected visitor shatters the fragile peace of her life, she is forced to confront her guilt, regrets, and doubts on a journey to recovery. Cloveniss pairing. NOTES: Prim and Finnick survived the revolution. Mrs. Everdeen still resides in Dist. 12.

The premise of this fic is certainly an unusual one, but it makes good on it with some excellent writing. What makes this fic is Katniss, and how the reappearance of Clove gives her the ability to decide her own future for the first time since she was a teenager. In turn Clove is a very interesting character, with her denial over her worsening head trauma and her own regrets over the 74th Hunger Games.

Five Things Pacifica is Scared of by Shaud (@pinellama) (G+, Abuse, Eating Disorder, Panic Attacks, Gravity Falls, Pines Family & Pacifica)

And one she isn't. (Takes place in an AU where she runs away from her parents, child abuse, eating disorder, and panic/anxiety attacks mentioned.)

This is the fic that changed my opinion on Pacifica. Prior to this, I didn’t find her particularly compelling, but the headcanon of her parents’ treatment is written incredibly well here and I can’t help feeling sympathy at everything she’s gone through. The Pines’ care for her is also great, and the influence of this fic can be seen as far down as Forests of Oregon.

Came for me by xxApocalypsexx (T, Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Undertale, Frisk & Sans)

The barrier was broken, the monsters freed. But the world is not a happy place, especially for one so young. Luckily, someone cares about her who is not afraid of the world. Rated for self-harm/suicide references. Female Frisk, and spoilers for all routes.

This was my first ever “favourite fic”, and so long as you don’t mind she/her pronouns for Frisk I think it’s still a really good bittersweet fic. Sans and Frisk’s relationship here is adorable, despite the downer ending the fic gives the Pacifist route, and I love the twist about Frisk’s RESETs.

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