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I can never unsee Pleakley as being the offspring of Mike Wazowski & Celia Mae.

WELP, THAT TRACKS.

Pleakley got Mike's eye and Celia's fabulousness. ✨️

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I want to write a fic where Lilo goes to college and her roommate is Boo from Monsters Inc. Boo is the first person to think Stitch is adorable and cuddly, and Lilo is the first person not to act like “Mike Wazowski” was a weird name for a goldfish. They get on like a house on fire which is kind of bad for Nani’s blood pressure.

But then one night they wake up in the middle of the night because something is in their closet. And the door starts to creak open so Stitch tackles whoever (whatever) is in there. They fall back into the closet, the door slams shut… and when Lilo runs over and opens it there’s nothing but an empty closet.

Then Boo tells Lilo all about this weird thing that happened to her when she was a kid, and how no one ever believed her but she knows it was real. 

And cue Lilo and Boo busting into the Monster world to rescue Stitch and wreaking mad havoc in the process.

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I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND AFTER READING THIS PLEASE READ IT

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𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

fred weasley x reader

chapter list ♡ॢ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎

in full

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five *

part six

part seven *

part eight

part nine

drabbles

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Maggie 🌾 please???

🌾Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them.

Okay, so this kind of turned into a longish thing--kind of a vignette? Or an exercise in third person, maybe. Anyway, here’s the thing:

One summer, a stray cat took up residence in the woodpile next to the Weasley family’s garden shed.

Fred had been the one to find her first. She had crouched very low in the grass, eyes wide with a wild kind of terror that told Fred that someone must have hurt her to make her that scared. He had shifted his weight slightly, intending to take a step back, to show the cat that he meant her no harm. But the second he moved, the cat was off, streaking out through the back garden like a stripy ginger comet. He couldn’t help but feel a little sad for her—she didn’t need to be so afraid.

But the cat kept coming back to the shed, fleeing in terror every time one of the family got too close.

It had been Charlie who had coaxed her out, devoting most of that summer to sitting very still in the garden, an open can of tuna placed a good six feet away from him. And gradually, over the course of the summer, the cat crept closer and closer.

By the end of the summer, she had a name—Juno—and she followed Charlie around closer than his shadow. Charlie had taken her to school that year and later brought her with him to the dragon reserve in Romania, where she was flourishing, happily curling up with hatchlings and perching majestically on the shoulders of the adults, who didn’t quite know what to make of the small, fuzzy dragon that had the run of the place.

Years later, when Fred looked deep into Maggie Carlyle’s ocean blue eyes, he would recognize the same fear he saw in Juno: the look of someone who had been profoundly hurt.

Only this time, Fred knew a little more about the art of sitting still. The War had done that to him. Before the War, he had lived his life in perpetual motion, his body and brain propelling him toward whatever was next—the next idea, the next adventure, the next place to be. He liked the constant churn of it, the barely contained chaos appealing to the most mischievous and free-spirited parts of who he was. But there was also a kind of chaos in stillness, in noticing quiet details and he found that in a strange way, that also suited him.

Maggie Carlyle was made up of these quiet details. The way that she sometimes smiled at him like they shared a secret that he was dying to hear. How her eyes reminded him of the ocean—not just because of their coloring, but in their depth, a sheer unknowability that he wanted—desperately—to try to know. The way that she bit her lip when she was nervous or thinking, an unconscious habit of hers that now occupied so many of his daydreams that he was certain the sight of her lower lip caught between the white of her teeth was going to be his undoing. Her plain way of speaking complicated truths, of reaching into his chest and taking his flawed heart in her hands, inspecting its bruises and quietly admitting that she was the same.

All of this ran through his mind as he stood on her terrace on the night of Alicia and Lee’s wedding, a bottle of champagne in hand, hoping that he’d stayed still enough for long enough that she wouldn’t bolt, that he’d built enough trust that that he wouldn’t see that wild fear in her eyes directed at him.

A minute later, he raised his hand and knocked.

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DAY TEN: @akabluekat

[...said Alicia, ticking off each item on a finger, her expression oddly intense. “You didn’t emerge from the War unscathed, but I can’t name a person who did. Including Fred.” Her voice softened slightly. “And really, Maggie, you’ve got to stop acting like you’re damaged goods.”]

Kat, I am so pleased to know you. You are one of my absolute favorite authors in the HP community and being able to call myself your friend is so surreal. I wanted to take a minute to highlight my favorite scene from Delicate as a thank you because it, quite honestly, changed my life. I think we could all use an Alicia in our lives. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 💛

feat. Maggie Carlyle

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Delicate - Rain Outtake

I’m posting this for @anna-phora for her birthday. Anna is an excellent human being and a wonderful OC writer (go read her stuff, it’s adorable) and someone I’m glad to have as my internet friend. Happy birthday, Anna!

I’d mentioned in an ask that there was a deleted scene in Delicate where Fred and Maggie got caught in a rainstorm while trying to pickup the flowers for the wedding. Anna was like “You should post this for science” and I was like “I will post it for your birthday and have it be a surprise!” So, here it is. Some of the dialogue in this ended up getting incorporated into the Wedding and Champagne chapters, but other bits were going to end up on the cutting room floor. I added a bit of an ending for the sake of not having it cut off in the middle of a sentence, which it did originally. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint.

(If you want to read the fic that this is from, check out Delicate on Fanfiction.net, AO3, Wattpad, or HarryPotterFanfiction.com).

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otp playlist

@anna-phora made an ask/tag game (tagsk? I am very tired right now and words are hard) and tagged me and then @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle tagged me. Sooooo…

Pairing: Maggie Carlyle x Fred Weasley

How Maggie feels about Fred: “Daylight” by Taylor Swift  I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I’ve been sleepin’ so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

How Fred feels about Maggie: “All of Me” by John Legend  You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down What’s going on in that beautiful mind? I’m on your magical mystery ride And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

First Dance Song: “A Thousand Years” - Christina Perri Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave How can I love when I’m afraid to fall But watching you stand alone All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow

Maggie Angst/Breakup Song: “Collide” by Howie Day I’m quiet you know You make a first impression I’ve found I’m scared to know I’m always on your mind

Fred Angst/Breakup Song: “Make You Feel My Love” by Adele  I know you Haven’t made Your mind up yet But I would never Do you wrong

I’m tagging anyone who is looking for an excuse to do this.

I am not entirely confident I can pull this off for Charlotte/Fred or Bea/George without spoiling stuff, but I could be being overly cautious–I think I need to mull it over a bit.

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Maggie (for the 10 facts^^)

You know how McGonagall barely got the Sorting Hat on Malfoy’s head before it was shouting “Slytherin?” That was essentially Maggie’s Sorting, except with the end result being Hufflepuff.

Unlike most Hufflepuffs, she was not very good at Herbology. The deaths of many plants weigh heavily on her conscience.

In the first chapter, she mentions that she took the photo of Lee proposing to Alicia. This involved hiding in the bushes of a local park on Christmas Eve and waiting for them to turn up. It was snowing and very romantic and picturesque and Maggie almost messed up the shot because she was happy crying. 

Before the War, Maggie’s boggart was a swarm of cockroaches. It changed after the War. It’s not Voldemort and I can’t tell you anything else without spoiling it.

Her Patronus is a brown hare.

A lot of her post-War experience is loosely based on my struggle with anxiety and depression, though it’s not identical.

Since like 80% of the content I write pairs with a Taylor Swift song, here are a few that remind me of Maggie: “Delicate” (shocking, I know), “Daylight,” “Sparks Fly,” “State of Grace,” and “Dancing With Our Hands Tied.”

I wrote a full draft of the first chapter where Maggie was named Grace/Gracie. It didn’t feel quite right to me, so I changed it.

Speaking of names, Maggie’s maternal grandmother was named Adrienne Renee. Maggie has Adrienne as her middle name; Alicia’s middle name is Renee…and I just realized as I was writing this that I inadvertently gave Alicia the initials ARS, which is a bit too close to ‘arse.’ Sorry, Alicia.

When she was ten, she had to go to St. Mungo’s to have her front teeth regrown following an unfortunate incident with roller-skates, the front steps, a ramp, and a really bad idea from Alicia.

I feel like this list isn’t as substantive as I want it to be, but at this point, there’s still a fair amount about Maggie that I can’t tell you, which affects some of what I’m able to share for this sort of thing. #cryptic #sorry

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(Not sure how I feel about this…I think it needs more variety in images, but I’ve been staring at it for long enough that I think I just need to let it go).

Here’s the relevant info for this fic:

Delicate Harry Potter | Romance/Drama | Fred/OC In a perfect world, Maggie would feel right at home standing up in her cousin’s very trendy and glamorous destination wedding. In a perfect world, Maggie would definitely stop finding inventive ways to embarrass herself in front of Fred Weasley. But it’s not a perfect world…and really, that might end up being rather perfect for Maggie. (AU: Fred lives!).

Read it on FF.net or AO3 or HPFF

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Delicate Harry Potter | Romance/Drama | Fred/OC Read on FF.net, AO3, or HPFF (This is my first ever attempt at an aesthetic and I kind of don’t know what I’m doing).

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oof. waited so long for that season and it threw me right back under the feels bus. but it’s that time of year again. probably will only write a few but send some requests for umbrella academy. i always have strong preference for ben but willing to tackle others

here are my pride and joys ( with the exception of a few drabbles sprinkled somewhere on the blog:

ben hargreeves

and the wheels go round and round

and the times keep turning

klaus hargreeves

whispering lilies 

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In different lives - Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x reader

A/n: I wrote this as soon as I finished watching season 2 back in August, but I never posted, figured it was time to just to do it, so I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to try to start posting more frequently, but now that I have a job I’m still trying to adjust to my new routine 

Requested: no

Summary: Klaus was tired of being in a new timeline where Ben didn’t like him, so he thought it would be a good idea to get his brother’s former lover in this life to love him again, but he got a nice surprise out of it.

Warnings: swearing 

Word count: 1.3k

It was weird and insane. That was the only possible explanation for it. There wasn’t anything else Klaus could think of other than that. Ben, his Ben didn’t know who he was, he couldn’t remember any of his siblings. He didn’t actually know what to do now that he came back to a 2019 so different than the one he left. 

He was happy, of course he was happy. His brother was alive, that was great. But Ben not remembering him? Having to deal with all of the memories they had together only to find out that Ben didn’t have any one them because in this timeline they didn’t know each other? NO. Klaus couldn’t deal with that.

So when he saw you, he thought that maybe not everything was lost. 

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MASTERLIST

Welcome to the chaos corner of my brain.

I'm Steph (she/her), 29, cat mom, yapper, certified slut for certain fictional men (you'll figure out which ones pretty fast).

This blog is mostly smutty one-shots and me being utterly down bad for my favorite men. If you're new here—hi, welcome, and thank you for choosing this particular corner of horny to hang out in 🥹 Hope you enjoy the ride (and the filth)

I mostly write for:

Jason Todd (my emotional support menace)

Dick Grayson (the human embodiment of sunshine and sin)

Jason Todd Fics

Shameless

Wrecked

Frenzy

Glass (requested)

Devotion

Haze

Crave (requested)

Soaked

Consequences (requested)

Discipline (inspired by funny ramblings)

Rush

Menace

Meltdown

Dick Grayson fics

Anniversary (requested)

Night Ride

Fractured

Dinner

Heatwave

Starved

Snack Heist

Devour

Late

Shift

Let me in (requested)

Training

Home

Jason Todd and Dick Grayson headcanons

Infected (Dick Grayson x Female Reader x Jason Todd threesome, requested)

Requests: My ask box is always open if you wanna drop a request or an idea! Just know I can't promise I'll always get to them, but I appreciate every single one. Also, I don't write anything extreme, non-con, underage, incest, or anything that makes me uncomfy. Just good old fashioned horniness with a sprinkle of feelings 💚

Minors DNI—this blog is 18+ only. If you don't have your age somewhere on your profile, I'll probably block you.

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Jas

The Librarian - Jason Todd

note: we all know that Jason's the biggest book nerd, lets be real he would totally be a librarian

posted: 06/03/25

word count: 811

LibrarianJason! decided to go back to school after his experience in the pit. He gets his GED, then a Diploma in Library and Community Services, and is still studying for his Masters in Literary Studies while he works at the library. Probably also getting a number of certificates on the side in things like, creative writing, gender studies, support worker, teaching, and so many more. Jason would be what others call a forever student, moving from one course to another, following his interests and always learning.

LibrarianJason! stole Bruce's bank details and made a generous donation to Gotham's public library on his behalf. Buying all new books, computers, security, furniture and just revamping the entire building in general. The library is now the most well run building in the city because Jason makes it his job to protect and take care of it.

LibrarianJason! would take books with him wherever he went, in a large overflowing satchel that seemed too heavy for anyone to carry. When he's over at the manor he'd always find his satchel opened, a few books missing, and then the next time he'd visit they would be magically returned. Over dinner he would ask them all what they though of the books. Dick would rant about how the thriller he read had the best plot twist. Tim would explain the awesome computer system that a character had in his science fiction book, and how he might try to recreate it. Bruce will mention that he just re-read Dickens for the hundredth time and Alfred would thank Jason for the nonfiction book on roman history. Damian would not mention what he read until much later when no one was around, he would sneak into Jason's apartment so that they could discuss the latest Jane Austen that he had read. Jason started to fill his satchel with books he's think everyone would like whenever he went over to the manor.

LibrarianJason! created and leads community programs like reading and writing skills, tutoring, computer and financial literacy, jobseeker or homeless support and many more. Not to mention running groups such as AA and NA, PTSD support, mental health support, cancer support and many others. He takes pride in helping his community this way, whether by teaching an 11 year old how to read or telling people about his experience with his mum and the affect that drugs had on their lives.

LibrarianJason! is the best at organising events. He manages weekly food banks and lunches in the library cafe, usually spending the evening before prepping and cooking with Alfred. He organises book fairs for schools and clothes drives, creating hampers for those he knows can't make it and delivering it to them himself so that they don't miss out. He even puts himself out of his comfort zone by organising a yearly gala with Bruce in order to raise money for the library.

LibrarianJason! runs about 12 books clubs a month, from ones about classic literature to science fiction to romance, and he reads every book required. He enjoys sitting down with people and having in-depth discussions on themes and characters, as well as getting to gush over a swoon worthy romance or a really good plot twist. But what he loves most is watching people eat his plate of home made biscuits or desserts, a new recipe each month.

LibrarianJason! reads picture books to kids for a few hours every Saturday and Sunday so that the parents can have a break. He'd sit on a beanbag chair and at least six kids would try to launch themselves into his lap, he'd end up reading the books with a kid hanging off each arm as the rest sit at his feet in anticipation. There are about 25 kids who run up to him whenever they see him on the street to request a book for the next session. Jason always reads what is requested.

LibrarianJason! stays back after work most nights to let a group of homeless kids in so that they have somewhere warm to stay for the night. He'd get them all dinner (usually a bat-burger) and give them all a blanket, setting them up on the couches, before reading them a bedtime story. After they'd all fallen asleep Jason would go out on patrol but never venture too far from the library, just incase.

LibrarianJason! may only be a librarian but to the people of Gotham he's much more, he's the one they turn to when they need help, and thats all that Jason has every wanted.

LibrarianJason! when he gets a free moment, will find the darkest corner of the library and sit with his back against the wall and a book in his lap, enjoying the few moments of escape before getting up and going back to the job that he loves.

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Phenomenon who introduced me to Jason Todd & Roman Godfrey! (Blessed I found them so quickly after having to recreate account!!)

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