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[fckmebarnes]

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ᯓ★ beefy bucky barnes’ good girl

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[joeldarling]

Summary: Just a bunch of oldman!Joel thoughts, sweet and a bit spicy.

Word count: 353.

A/N: MDNI! English it’s not my first language so I apologize in advance for any typos or spelling mistakes. That’s just a soft thing, I’m totally obsessed with peepaw Joel. Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! In my masterlist you can also see other works and for more spicy you can see here. 💌

Joel is a morning person, you know that, but ever since the whole thing between you two started, he always waits for you to wake up before leaving the house for patrol, filling your face with kisses and sometimes, something more.

He makes coffee while you make the toasts. He's not much of a talker, but you're not in the habit of striking up conversation in the morning either. You sit on his lap, snuggling close while he silently reads the newspaper.

You get changed together. Joel never stops staring at your body, but he has to restrain himself. Despite being in his sixties, he has more energy than any other man you've ever been with, and nights with Joel are always long enough that you both wake up completely exhausted the next day.

He almost never manages to be on time, so you're always late, panting. While he takes care of outdoor activities, you help out at the small town library and tend to your vegetable garden for potential trades with the locals.

When Joel returns at night, you have dinner with the rest of the residents. On some nights, you stop by the Tipsy Bison for a stronger drink, although you only get drunk on his lips, not being a big fan of alcohol.

Upon returning home, Joel and you share a shower with the excuse of saving hot water. He satisfies you with his warm lips, and you busy yourself running your fingers through his gray curls, moaning Joel's name in a sultry way.

The day only ends when he is completely satisfied with you, painting you white with his cum all over your face and your pussy, telling how much of a good girl you are to him and how he would love to put a baby inside of you. When you and him head to bed, Joel asks you to sleep completely naked, he likes to feel your body against his and you don’t protest. He falls asleep holding your breasts in a possessive way and when you wake up by the morning, he’s already inside of you.

[slytherinsimp12]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James Potter was charming, mischievous, captain of the quidditch team and very popular among the girls at Hogwarts. He had a certain talent for making his presence aware , a charisma that was unmatchable. You didn’t have many friends, no matter how hard you tried, people never seemed to acknowledge you. To put it quite plainly, you were the polar opposite of James. You spent years trying to push out and ignore any romantic feelings you had for him, because come on… there is no way he even knows you exist…. Right?

Warnings: Mild swearing and kissing/ making out.

Author’s Note: Hi my loves, this is part 1 of a mini series called- Gold rush. I will keep updating, as fast as I can. If you like my work, feel free to send in requests and leave comments 💌. Happy reading xx. Part 2 and Part 3 out now! (Comment to be added to the taglist)

The lively chatter of students filled the corridors. Golden light shone on the cold, aged walls. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, dust and a hint of magic. You made your way towards the dungeons, just in time for Potions class. You were fairly late; your usual spot was taken by another student. You scanned the classroom, looking for a vacant seat. Unfortunately, there was only one, at the very front of the class.

You settled in the empty seat, when you noticed the boy sitting next to you. His messy black hair was overgrown, and ruffled in a way that looked purposeful. His hazel eyes appeared large beneath his round glasses. James Potter was unreasonably attractive, that wasn’t a secret. You spent your first few years at Hogwarts trying to deny it, but it was of no use. You tried telling yourself his good looks didn’t make up for his arrogant and vexatious personality. He was insufferable.

You hated the way he paraded around the school, hands casually tucked in his pockets, increasing his voice by a few extra decibels whenever a pretty girl walked by. You hated the way he effortlessly drew attention to himself as soon as he walked into a room. And what you hated the most, was when he would catch your gaze lingering on him for a little too long.

“Good morning students. I will be assigning you your partners from now onwards. You will stick to these arrangements for the rest of the academic year.” Professor Slughorn announced, earning disappointed groans from the whole class.

“I have learned my lesson after the ‘incidents’ young Mr. Potter and Mr.Black have caused.” He continued, causing wide grins to spread across James and Sirius’ faces.

Slughorn spent most of the lesson reading out the pairs he had made. You were growing impatient, he hadn’t called out your name yet, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a new friend… and you know, make it last this time.

“Mr.Potter and Ms. Y/L/N” The professor called out.

You have got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, a horrified look plastered across your face.

“Why that face, love? I don’t bite” James said turning towards you, then to Sirius and letting out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and left class, saved by the bell.

The next day, you decided to spend your free time in the library and catch up on some homework. Immersed in your work, you almost didn’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“Feeling studious, are we?” James asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“I was, until you came along.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you stared packing your things up.

“Wait, where are you going?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, is there something in particular you want from me?” You snapped.

“You’re my new potions partner aren’t you? I thought we could study for the upcoming test together.” He said cooly.

“Right… well, I’m y/n.” You said, extending your hand.

“You’re kidding right?” James asked, with an almost offended expression.

“Why would I be kidding about my name?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell… I know who you are y/n!” James exclaimed. “Third year, Defence against the dark arts, fourth year transfiguration and history of magic and fifth year, divination and astronomy. Those are all the classes we had together, do you not remember?” James continued.

“Oh- um… yea, I guess.” You said, dumbfounded. You remembered. You obviously remembered. How could you forget? But the real question was, how in Merlin’s Name did James freaking Potter know who you were? Did you hit your head and fall into an alternate reality, where you were one of the bimbos he noticed?

It had been a week since that unforeseen encounter with James. He would wink at you during meals or purposefully walk too close to you in the corridors, just enough for your shoulders to brush. He would pretend like he didn’t notice you, but you could feel his stare penetrate when you weren’t looking.

The following night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your stomach was churning with nausea; it must have been the puking pasties a girl named Marlene gave you.

You were in desperate need of fresh air. Careful not to wake your dorm mates, you slipped out of bed, not caring that you’re in your pyjamas and decided to take a stroll around the castle. You had to be really cautious to not get caught, you didn’t want your house to loose points. You made your way to the dungeons, as it had a lovely view of the black lake.

“Light them up before Filch comes!” A voice whispered.

“What if the Slytherins wake up!” A shrill voice filled with fear added.

“Leave if you must , Pete! But do not ruin this for the rest of us.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

You peaked your head from the corner of a wall, spotting James and his group of friends, ‘the marauders’, they called themselves. How cheesy. They were in-front of the Slytherin common room, with what seemed to be dung bombs and fire crackers in their hands.

‘Bloody hell. They’re mental.’ You thought to yourself.

“Shit! Run!” One of the voices shouted.

The crackers exploded, creating loud sounds and a strong pungent smell. From a distance, you could see Filch running towards the mess. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind. Before you could shout, their hand covered your mouth. You turned your head to see James signalling you to be quiet. He pulled you into a hidden corner as Filch scoured the surroundings, looking for the culprits behind the mess.

He released his hand from your mouth.

“What the hell! What are you guys doing! Have you absolutely lost your minds??!!” You whisper shouted.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you following me?To answer your question, no our minds are very much intact. Just a bit of sweet revenge on the Slytherins. Nothing special.” James smirked.

You noticed just how close the both of you were standing. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. You could see the soft curve of his lips and the slight flush in his cheeks. You could hear his heart racing.

He lifted his arm, gently brushing a strand of stray hair away from your face.

Whatever gap was there between the two of you, was closed by James. His lips crashed into yours with an intensity that set your skin on fire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. All the years of pent up emotions you felt for James came rushing. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, the overwhelming force left you reeling.

“Prongs! Prongs, where are you?” A voice hissed.

“Shit.” James said, through clenched teeth.

“Prongs?” You asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Sirius. I’ve got to go. Will you be able to go back to your dorm on your own?” James questioned.

You nodded.

“Catch you later, y/n” He said, flashing you that famous James Potter smile.

That alone was enough to make your heart melt.

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[heartepub]

studio seventeen presents . . .

welcome to the studio seventeen special collection: kingdoms of dreams and madness! dive into thirteen different stories and celebrate ten years of magic. 🎞 aka, a series featuring the SEVENTEEN members, each inspired by a different studio ghibli film.

▷ PLAY ALL | ☞ SELECT ONE | ♫ OST SAMPLERS

the courage to live 🌱 choi seungcheol.

“my mother used to tell me about the little people who lived under the floors.” — the secret world of arrietty during a forced retreat pre-surgery, seungcheol learns what it means to persist.

the boy who swallowed a star 💫 yoon jeonghan.

“there you are, sweetheart. i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” — howl’s moving castle three things are true: there is a war. there is a curse. there is love. and jeonghan can’t keep running away.

signal flags 🚢 hong joshua.

“i pray for safe voyages.” — from up on poppy hill amid efforts to halt the demolition of the latin quarter, joshua finds himself drawn to the girl hoisting flags every morning.

the path of the wind 🌳 wen junhui.

“everybody, try laughing. then whatever scares you will go away!” — my neighbour totoro junhui observes the highs and lows of the new girl, who sits in front of him in class.

fly once, fly again 🧹 kwon soonyoung.

“flying used to be fun until I did it for a living.” — kiki’s delivery service soonyoung’s attempts to befriend the town’s new witch have varying degrees of success. and then she stops flying.

beautiful, cursed dreams ☁️ jeon wonwoo.

“the wind rises. we must try to live!” — the wind rises all wonwoo wanted was to create beautiful things.

more thicker than forget 🐉 lee jihoon.

“will we meet again some time?” — spirited away when jihoon gets himself in another bind, the gods seem to find it fitting to send the girl who had already saved him once. too bad she doesn’t remember.

take a leap ���� lee seokmin.

“life is mysterious and amazing.” — ponyo seokmin is thrown back into his extraordinary childhood when his best friend’s distant cousin pulls the same trick and tries to turn herself human.

heart notes 💌 kim mingyu.

“can’t you be in love without determining your future first?” — whisper of the heart mingyu knows who he dreams of being. scribbling his name in library books to make his crush notice him is not part of that plan, but it could be.

with eyes unclouded 🦌 xu minghao.

“it’s time for both of us to live.” — princess mononoke cursed after an encounter with a rampaging demon, minghao leaves his town in search of a cure.

safflowers and memories 🌼 boo seungkwan.

“how come i let him get so close?” — only yesterday going to the countryside to help harvest safflowers was part of the plan. meeting seungkwan was not.

unfolds and unfolds forever 🎍 chwe hansol.

“that tomorrow never came.” — the tale of the princess kaguya a lost love comes and goes. it only ever lingers in hansol’s dreams.

the girl who fell from the sky 🎺 lee chan.

“the world cannot live without love.” — laputa: castle in the sky chan has been searching for the lost island of laputa, wondering if it even exists. one day, the answer falls right into his arms.

note. all fics will be tagged #svt x ghibli by heartepub. i chose to theme my svt 10-year celebration around my very first post on caratblr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i’m awfully late bc life is hectic (as i say every month, unfortunately), but i’m excited to bring these to life!!

count on many of these to be on the longer side since i am too obsessed with ghibli for them to be otherwise. the film plots may not be followed exactly, if it’s necessary to honor the members’ characterization being a bit different from the film’s characters. also, some may be speculative sequels to movies (jihoon’s and seokmin’s). no taglists. but at least one fic will be out by may 26 — see you then!!

[fckmebarnes]

👀👀👀👀

yeah, no, manchild by sabrina is a flop! boo! i mean, who tf would love that song enough play it on repeat and write a whole fic based on it?! not me! (trips and falls, spilling pictures of my wip all over the floor) i- i swear! this doesn’t belong to me!

anyway, that dumbass paragraph aside, i may have accidentally given myself another wip. bucky smut fic coming next week 🫢

[rawjutsu]

im drowning gigi only sub wanderer in the akademiya library can save me

-💌

pairing: sub wanderer/scaramouche x reader

a/n: i had to make him a little bratty. i just had to.

the restricted section of the akademiya library was as silent as a grave, just as heavy, just as tense. faint rustles of paper filled the air, but kuni wasn’t hearing a thing. not the pages flipping. not your casual humming. not even the footsteps of a scholar passing somewhere behind the shelves.

no. all he could hear was the slick sound of your fingers stroking lazily over his tip, the tiny wet noises getting worse—louder—with every pass.

and it was killing him.

“f-fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging crescent moons into the edges of the desk. his thighs were trembling under the tablecloth. “you're evil. sadistic. the worst—gods—stop teasing already—”

you didn’t even glance at him. just turned another page in the textbook and sighed, pretending to be deep in thought while your other hand slid back down the thick length of his cock, your thumb smearing the precome leaking down his tip like you were painting it on.

“kuni,” you murmured, still not looking at him, “i said quiet. or are you so needy you want someone to hear?”

he whimpered. whimpered. the sound was muffled—barely—but there was something raw behind it, something high-pitched and vulnerable. he was flushed everywhere, down to the tips of his ears, his lip wobbling just a little as he tried to keep it together.

“i can’t,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “i c-can’t keep still, please, it’s too much, you’re—fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

“then beg,” you said sweetly, finally looking at him, eyes full of faux innocence. “say please, kuni. say you need it.”

he looked like he wanted to argue—like there was a retort on the tip of his tongue, something bratty and venom-laced—but it crumbled the moment you circled your thumb around his tip again. that was it. his last brain cell fried.

“p-please,” he choked, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “please, i—i need it, i need your hand, i’ll be so good, i promise, just please let me cum—don’t stop, please—please—”

you hummed, satisfied, and finally wrapped your hand fully around him. not teasing now—stroking, nice and firm, all the way to the base and back again—and kuni just fell apart. his head hit the desk with a soft thud, muffled by his folded arms as he bit down on his sleeve to keep from moaning your name out loud.

“that’s it, baby,” you cooed, pace speeding up just a bit. “you’re doing so well for me. cry if you want to. i’ll still make you cum.”

and he did. he sobbed, hips bucking frantically under the table as your hand worked him mercilessly, slick sounds echoing far too loud in the silence. he was already leaking so much he was making a mess of your fingers, tears streaking down his face as he nodded again and again like he could beg without words now.

“please—please, please, please—” it was all he could say. a prayer. a chant. a complete collapse of pride.

you leaned close again, lips barely brushing his ear.

“be a good boy and cum for me.”

his whole body tensed—like a string pulled tight—and then he shattered. cock twitching in your hand, kuni came hard, thick and messy, making a choked noise into his sleeve as his whole body convulsed. he couldn’t stop shaking, even after, breath ragged and shallow, tears still sliding down his cheeks like you’d short-circuited him.

you gave him a second—just a second—before rubbing your palm along his overstimulated length again, slow and cruel, just enough to make him whine through clenched teeth.

“tch—stop—i can’t—nngh—”

“shhh,” you purred, stroking his thigh gently now. “you did so well. such a pretty mess. i might have to take you to the bathroom and clean you up… unless you think you can cum for me again right here.”

he looked at you like you were a devil. which, to be fair… maybe you were.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

OMG UR FICS NEED MORE ATTENTION WAAA I JUST BINGED UR ENTIRE ACD WAA UR ACTUALLY SO GOODDD UGHHHHH

ID LIKE TO REQUEST A SIEUN X READER 😭🫶

In a cutesy little scenario where reader leaves cute little notes in the notebooks/textbooks he let reader borrow while studying :3 and then he starts collecting them or something then one day mentions it in person !!! when he does they both agree in a cute sentimental way that they like it better when the reader says things out loud to him and stuff and but then HEHEHE maybe things could get a bit spicy? Idk it’s completely up to u 🫶

THANK U FOR 4 FEEDING ME YUMMY YUMMY FICS/HCS/WTV I LOVE UR ACC

WAAAAAA THANK UUU 😭😭😭🫶 you just healed five of my inner children, three of my chakras, and a minimum of one organ I didn’t know needed saving. I’m literally putting this message in a locket and wearing it to my wedding.

AND YESSSSS absolutely I will write your Sieun x reader request!! The concept is so 🥺💘💌 cute I wanna eat it like candy. Notes in textbooks?? Secretly collecting them?? Soft confession with a little spicy twist? You have taste. Michelin star level taste.

Scribbled Hearts

Pairing: Yoo Si-eun x Reader Genre: Fluff → Smut | College AU Word count: ~6,500 Summary: You’ve been borrowing Si-eun’s textbooks all semester, and along the way, you’ve left behind little notes: doodles, encouragement, private jokes. What you don’t know is that he’s been collecting every single one. And what he doesn’t know is how you feel��until now.

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It started with a pen.

Well—no. It started with Yoo Si-eun, deadpan and dry, passing over his physics textbook without a word when you forgot yours for the third time in a row.

“You should carry a bag,” he mumbled, not looking at you.

“You should carry less judgment,” you shot back sweetly, and he scoffed, just enough to make you feel victorious.

You didn’t know why he kept letting you borrow his books. He barely seemed to like people, and yet every time you arrived breathless and unprepared, he’d slide one across the table with a sigh like it was inevitable. Like he’d been expecting it.

So you thanked him in the only way you could: you doodled in the margins.

At first, it was dumb stuff—tiny frogs saying “ribbit” during momentum formulas, or stick figures in increasingly dramatic death poses next to your least favorite equations. Then it became… something more.

"Don’t fall asleep in class again today." "You’re really good at this, even if you pretend you’re not." "If you ever smile during lectures I’ll pass out." (That one was in pink gel pen with little hearts.)

Si-eun never said anything. But he never erased them either.

A month later, you spotted something.

A fat envelope stuffed into the front of his folder. Peeking out of the corner?

Your frog doodle.

Your handwriting.

He was keeping them.

Your stomach did a little somersault, like a frog of its own had launched off a lily pad directly into your chest. You didn’t say anything, too nervous to ask—but suddenly every exchange between you felt different. His stares lingered longer. His tone had softened.

And one day, when you passed back a borrowed workbook with another silly message inside—"Can you believe you’re the hottest guy in linear algebra?"—his hand caught yours.

“Do you do that for everyone?” he asked.

You blinked. “Do what?”

“Write stuff.” He looked at you, something unreadable in his eyes. “In their books.”

Your mouth went dry. “No. Just yours.”

A long pause. Then:

“Good.”

You never kissed Yoo Si-eun for the first time. It just… happened.

One moment you were sitting beside him in the library, knees pressed together under the table, and the next he leaned in like it was a secret, like it was something he’d been wanting to tell you for a long time but couldn’t say out loud.

So he showed you instead.

His lips were warm, shy at first, then hungry. His hands—always so careful when flipping pages—were suddenly gripping your waist like you might vanish. And when you pulled back, just a little breathless, he didn’t let you go.

“I like it,” he said quietly, “when you say things out loud.”

Your heart flipped. “What things?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “That you like me.”

Your cheeks burned. “I do.”

“Then say it.”

“I like you.”

He kissed you again, firmer this time. “Again.”

“I really like you, Si-eun.”

You felt him smile against your mouth.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice dipping. “Now say something else.”

[⛔ SMUT BELOW | soft, emotional, a little needy 🫶🍶💗]

By the time you were back at his apartment—your hand still in his, your bag discarded somewhere near the door—neither of you could stop smiling.

He sat on the edge of his bed, watching you take off your shoes, his eyes trailing your every move like you were some kind of dream he didn’t quite believe.

“Come here,” he said softly.

You stepped between his knees.

He tilted his head up to look at you, then reached up to tug you down, letting you straddle his lap.

Kisses turned lazy. Melty. Like the tension had cracked and now all that was left was warmth.

His hands slid under your shirt like he was learning a language—fingertips skating along your sides, your back, anywhere he could touch. He pulled the shirt over your head carefully, slowly, like he didn’t want to miss a single second of seeing you.

You did the same to him, admiring the way his skin flushed beneath your fingers.

“I wanted this,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your collarbone. “For a long time.”

You laughed gently. “But you never said anything.”

He met your eyes. “You never said anything either.”

You kissed his cheek, then lower—down his jaw, down his throat, until he hissed softly and cradled your hips against his.

“I want to hear you say everything,” he breathed.

“Everything?”

He nodded. “What you want. What you feel.”

You nuzzled against his neck. “I want you to touch me.”

His fingers dug into your thighs. “Where?”

You leaned in, whispering the answer into his ear. His breath caught—and then his hands were on you, exactly where you needed them.

He took his time. Like reading one of your notes—again and again and again, just to make sure he understood every word.

By the time he was inside you, you were saying everything.

That he felt too good. That he was too deep. That you couldn’t believe this was real.

He answered you with kisses and low, breathy groans, and soft-spoken words that spilled out between thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself either:

“You’re so warm.” “You always smell so good.” “I wanted to fuck you since midterms.” “I keep every single note.”

You kissed him harder. Wrapped your legs tighter around him. Clung like you’d never let go.

And he let you.

Held you.

Until both of you came undone.

Later, when you were curled up in his bed—his hand tracing lazy patterns on your arm—he said, “I’ll keep writing things too.”

You blinked sleepily. “In my books?”

“No.” He looked at you, smiling. “On your skin.”

[lupinsweater]

hola! okay, i’m a big fan of shy remus. i was wondering if you could write something where remus is into reader and remus has 0 game so he has no idea how to talk to her so sirius and james go into full wingman mode and try to help him out but remus is just cringing at the attempts. only if ya want :) i love your writing!!

hello!!! shy!remus has my whole heart 🤎 i love an awkward bumbling boy! i hope you like it!

Shy!Remus Lupin x Reader 💌 1.6k words

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The library was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of quills against parchment and the distant hum of students whispering. You sat at your usual table, lost in a book, completely unaware that across the room, Remus Lupin was dying.

Not literally, of course. But close enough.

“You’re staring again, mate.” James nudged him with his elbow, grinning. “Bit creepy.”

“I’m not staring,” Remus muttered, tearing his eyes away from you and burying his nose in his Transfiguration textbook.

“Oh, you absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair. “It’s tragic, really. You have zero game.”

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need game. What I need is for you two to leave me alone.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look—the kind of look that usually meant trouble. Before Remus could protest, James shot up from his seat, grabbed a stack of books from the table, and marched toward you.

“James, what the hell are you doing?,” Remus whispered with panic. “No, no, no—”

Too late. James, ever the dramatic, tripped just as he reached your table. Books went flying, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. You startled, looking up as James let out a loud, exaggerated, “Oh no!”

You blinked at him, setting your book down with a look of genuine concern. “Are you okay?”

James gasped, clutching his chest. “Oh, I’ll survive. It’s just—I was just carrying all these books to help my dear, scholarly friend Remus, who—oh look! Here he is now!”

Remus, who had been chasing after James in an attempt to stop him, froze as you turned your gaze to him. You stood up, crouching down to pick up a handful of books before walking over to him.

“You needed these?” you asked, holding the pile of books out to him with a friendly smile.

Remus opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. He’d suddenly forgotten every word in the English language.

“Oh, you’re such a doll for helping,” Sirius cut in, suddenly appearing at James’ side. “Remus here is very smart. Very bookish. Very single.”

Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

You laughed, clearly amused, and gently placed the stack of books in Remus’ arms. “Well, I hope this helps.”

Somehow, somehow, Remus managed to remember how to function long enough to wrap his arms around the books so they wouldn’t fall. “Th-thanks,” he stammered.

James and Sirius were practically vibrating with barely contained glee.

-~-~-~-~-

Charms class was supposed to be simple. Emphasis on supposed to be.

Remus had planned to keep his head down, focus on his incantations, and not embarrass himself in front of you for once. But, as always, James and Sirius had other ideas.

“You know what would really impress her?” Sirius whispered as they settled into their seats. “A grand, sweeping, show-stopping spell.”

James nodded sagely. “Something dazzling. Something unforgettable.”

“Something that won’t end with me in the hospital wing?” Remus muttered, already regretting ever letting the two of them find out about his crush.

But then you walked in, all smiles as you took your seat a row in front of him, and Remus forgot how to function. He could smell your perfume.

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, jolting Remu out of his trance. “Alright, class! Today, we’ll be practicing Wingardium Leviosa! I know you are all proficient with the charm, but with your NEWTs coming up, we need to go over everything. Partner up and begin.”

Remus barely had time to process before James was tapping your shoulder with enthusiasm. “Would you mind? Moony needs a partner!”

You beamed as you looked at Remus. “Looks like we’re working together then!”

Remus’ brain went blank as you clambered around to sit down next to him. Words? Who needed words?

Unfortunately, his body decided to communicate in incoherent panic instead of the spoken word, and as soon as he waved his wand, the feather the two of you were meant to levitate shot straight into Flitwick’s face.

James and Sirius snickered from a few feet away. Remus wanted to sink into the floor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giggling as you Accio’d the feather back over to the two of you. “Here, try again.”

Remus took a steadying breath. Focus. He could do this.

He waved his wand again.

The feather rose. Success!

And then it exploded into a cloud of glitter.

Sirius actually fell off his chair laughing. James was pounding the desk, wheezing. Flitwick, covered head to toe in shimmering dust, sighed heavily.

Remus was ready to die.

“Well,” you said with a kind smile, brushing glitter off your robes, “at least you made it sparkle.”

Remus groaned into his hands as James and Sirius continued their hysterics.

-~-~-~-~-

Hogsmeade weekends were always Remus’ favorite. He loved relaxing, grabbing a Butterbeer with his friends, and mentally resetting after a long week. And he was planning to do just that- after the humiliating week he’d had, he couldn’t wait to get his mind off of things.

Unfortunately for him, Sirius and James had decided that a day in Hogsmeade was the perfect opportunity to help Remus talk to you.

“Today’s the day, Moony,” James said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked toward the village. “You’re going to chat her up like a natural.”

“I talk to her all the time,” Remus muttered.

“Yes, but this time, you’re going to do it with charm,” Sirius added. “Which is why we’ve devised a foolproof plan.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

By the time they reached The Three Broomsticks, Remus was already bracing for disaster. And sure enough, the moment you walked in, James and Sirius executed what could only be described as a car accident of a plan.

James “accidentally” spilled Butterbeer on your sleeve, immediately launching into an exaggerated apology that somehow involved insisting Remus help clean it off as he boasted that Remus was particularly skilled with cleaning charms, after all of the accidents his friends seemed to have.

Sirius, meanwhile, loudly proclaimed, “You know, Moony’s been reading up on useful charms lately. Maybe he could show you a quick spell to clean it off?”

Remus glared at them both but turned to you with an apologetic look. “Uh, sorry about them.”

You laughed, shaking out your sleeve. “It’s fine, really. But if you do have a good spell for Butterbeer stains, I’d love to know.”

Remus, desperate to regain some dignity, muttered the incantation. Luck seemed to be on his side today—the stain vanished instantly.

Sirius and James exchanged victorious looks.

You smiled at Remus. “Impressive! I’ll have to have you teach me that one sometime.”

Remus turned red. James and Sirius high fived behind him. You went to join your friends, waving at Remus as you sat down with them. Sirius clapped Remus on the back. “See? A flawless execution.”

Remus groaned. “You two are the worst.”

James grinned. “Ah, you say that now. But when she finally asks you out, you’ll be kissing the ground we walk on, old friend.”

-~-~-~-~-

Remus was pacing. This was already a bad sign.

“Mate, relax,” James said, lounging on Remus’ bed in his dirty Quidditch kit, tossing a Snitch up in the air and catching it again. “It’s simple. Just be yourself.”

Remus stopped mid-step and turned to glare at him. “Just be myself?” he repeated. “That’s the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”

Sirius, sprawled across the floor flipping through a magazine, snorted. “I don’t know, Prongs. I think the glitter bomb might have been worse.”

“I panicked!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t helping!”

“Which is why, this time, you’re just going to go up to her, act normal, and have a conversation like a functioning human being,” James said, sitting up. “No grand schemes, no staged accidents. Just talk to her.”

Remus swallowed hard, nodding. “Right. Just talk.”

He found himself in the library again later that evening, determined to have a normal conversation with you this time.

The plan lasted approximately five seconds.

Remus approached you and sat down in the chair across from you with an awkward smile. You had barely begun to greet him back when he, driven purely by panic, blurted out, “Your bones. They’re nice.”

A pause. A long pause.

James and Sirius, who had been hiding behind a nearby bookshelf, collapsed into each other trying to suppress their laughter.

You, to your eternal credit, just blinked at him before smiling, clearly trying not to laugh at his poor excuse for a compliment. “Uh, thanks?”

Remus wanted to die.

“No problem,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper before he stood up, turned on his heel, and walked straight into the bookshelf.

James was wheezing at this point, and Sirius had tears streaming down his face.

You, somehow amused rather than horrified, stood and grabbed his arm, turning him around as you examined his head. “You okay there, Remus?”

“Yep,” he squeaked, rubbing his forehead. “Perfectly fine.”

You laughed. “Well, if you ever want to talk more about bones, I’ll be here.”

With that, you returned to your table and picked up your book, and Remus stumbled away, head in his hands as Sirius and James howled in the background.

“That,” Sirius gasped between laughs, “was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

James wiped at his eyes. “Absolutely tragic. I loved it.”

Remus groaned. “I’m never showing my face again.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sirius grinned. “We’ll remind you of this moment forever.”

Just as Remus prepared to sink into eternal embarrassment, he heard footsteps approaching. You were back, standing in front of him with an amused glint in your eyes.

“Hey,” you said. “So, I was thinking—since you clearly appreciate good bone structure, maybe you’d like to grab a Butterbeer with me this weekend?”

Remus blinked, his brain short-circuiting. James and Sirius looked at you like you’d sprouted a second head.

“I—uh—yes! Yes, I would,” he finally managed, his voice raspy.

You grinned. “Great! See you then.”

As you walked away, Sirius clapped him on the back. “Well, Moony, you’ve got zero game, but somehow, it worked.”

James shook his head, watching your retreating form with amusement. “Proud of you, mate.”

Remus, still processing, could only nod. Maybe being himself was all he needed, after all.

[sophistication-as]

classmate!william x reader

modern au 💌 genius x genius

1.9k – fluff, masturbation (m!), pda, soft kisses

@cafekitsune thank you for the divider

happy new year, everyone! thanks for all the support. don’t forget to stay safe and drink plenty of water 💗

classmate!william who always saves a seat for you in the auditorium. he tilts his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he whispers that he likes being close to someone so dedicated, his voice quieter than the murmur of students around you. he’s never been much of a talker in class, but somehow, with you, silence feels comfortable.

classmate!william who loves your eloquence when you discuss different subjects, his gaze lingering a little too long on the curve of your lips as you speak. even if your words weren’t the only thing he paid attention to, he’d always nod along, offering thoughtful responses just to keep the conversation going.

classmate!william who notices your habit of slipping away for a quiet moment with a cup of coffee. he surprises you one afternoon, setting a steaming cup beside your notebook without a word. “black, no sugar,” he murmurs, his tone as casual as if you hadn’t just realized he’s been paying attention to your preferences all along.

classmate!william who finds you asleep in the library, your head resting on a pile of notes. instead of waking you, he gently places his coat over your shoulders and sits across from you, quietly reading until you wake.

classmate!william who tries to make sense of the unfamiliar warmth that stirs in his chest every time your hand brushes his when passing notes in class. he tells himself it’s nothing, just a momentary distraction, but the thought lingers longer than it should, gnawing at his carefully crafted focus.

classmate!william who clenches his jaw when albert teases him about the way his expression softens around you. he brushes it off, claiming it’s just admiration for your intellect, but deep down, he’s terrified of what it might mean to want something so far outside his carefully built world.

classmate!william who wakes up with his body aching, his breath uneven as fragments of a dream about you flood his mind. his hand is already wrapped around his cock, the slick evidence of his arousal staining the sheets as he strokes himself slowly, trying to chase the ghost of your touch from his dream. his hips jerk involuntarily as your imagined whispers echo in his ears, the way your lips parted just for him, the way you said his name, dripping with need.

he spills himself messily, his cum pooling over his abdomen and staining the blankets beneath him. shame crashes over him almost immediately, and his hand falters as he stares at the mess he’s made. william exhales harshly, his chest rising and falling, his usually calm demeanor completely unraveled. he’s disgusted with himself, not just for the act, but for the fact that it felt so good to think of you like that—too good.

the next morning, he’s brooding more than usual, his jaw clenched as louis and albert exchange amused glances. "someone didn’t sleep well," albert comments with a smirk, and louis adds innocently, "you seem... distracted, william. something on your mind?" he glares at them both, his ears burning as their teasing continues. but it doesn’t stop there. when he sees you later in class, your innocent smile only stokes the lingering fire in his chest. he forces himself to look away, biting back the memory of his dream and the shameful pleasure he took from it. for once, william james moriarty finds himself losing control—and it terrifies him.

classmate!william who, one evening, when he sees you sitting by yourself in the library again, can’t help but walk over. your concentration is so intense that you don’t even notice him approaching. “mind if i join you?” he asks, his voice surprisingly steady despite the flutter in his chest. you look up, meeting his gaze, and something in his chest tightens at the way your eyes light up with recognition.

you nod, and he sits beside you, just close enough to feel the warmth of your presence without crossing that invisible line he’s so careful to maintain. the silence between you both isn’t awkward—far from it. it’s a comfortable quiet, filled with the rustling of pages and the occasional glance exchanged.

classmate!william who glances at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how the soft glow of the streetlights catches your hair, casting it in a warm, golden hue. there’s a small, content smile on your lips, a look that seems to say you’re at ease in this quiet company. his heart beats a little faster, and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out, brushing against yours.

classmate!william who, after weeks of stolen glances and quiet conversations, finds himself walking beside you on a crisp evening, the cool air brushing past the two of you. the path to the dorms is empty, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the trees and the occasional murmur of distant voices from the campus. it's a moment suspended in time, just the two of you, and for the first time, the silence feels heavy with something unspoken.

you look up at him, eyes widening just slightly, and for a moment, the world slows down around you both. his breath catches as he realizes how close the two of you are, the touch lingering longer than usual. he’s always been good at hiding his feelings, but in that small, stolen moment, he’s not so sure anymore. he can feel the warmth of your skin against his, and the space between you feels impossibly small.

classmate!william who clears his throat softly, as though trying to dispel the sudden tension. “i… i didn’t mean to…” he starts, but his words die in his throat as your eyes meet his, soft and searching. you both stand there for a beat too long, as if neither of you knows exactly what to do.

then, almost instinctively, you step closer, closing the small distance between you both. his heart races as you look up at him, your gaze softening. and just like that, it feels like everything falls into place.

you’re not sure who leans in first, but the next thing you know, his lips are brushing against yours, tentative and gentle, like he’s testing the waters.

classmate!william who feels the warmth of your kiss seep through him, a surge of emotions he hasn’t quite figured out flooding his chest. it’s slow and careful at first, a quiet exploration of something neither of you has dared to voice out loud. but when you pull back, just a little, you both meet each other's eyes, and for the first time, the distance between you both feels so, so small.

he smiles faintly, a soft, genuine smile that reaches his eyes, and you can feel the gentle pull of something more than just affection—something deeper, something that’s been building for a while. “i… i didn’t expect that,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s a warmth in it, in the way his gaze lingers on you.

you simply smile back, feeling the butterflies settle in your stomach as you say, “neither did i.”

and for a moment, you both stand there, the world around you quiet, as the promise of something new lingers in the air between you.

classmate!william who hesitates when he sees you sitting alone on the metro, headphones in, your focus entirely on the view outside. it’s late, the lights of the city flashing by in a blur, and the car is almost empty except for a few quiet passengers. he shifts on his feet for a moment before finally walking over and taking the seat next to you.

“long day?” he asks softly, his voice low enough to not startle you. you glance up, surprised, and pull out one earbud, a small smile tugging at your lips when you see him.

“you could say that,” you reply, your voice tired but warm.

classmate!william who keeps stealing glances at you as the metro glides along its tracks, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between your conversation. he notices the faint shadow of fatigue in your eyes, the way you rub at your temple absentmindedly. before he realizes it, he’s asking, “have you eaten?”

your head tilts at his sudden question, a small laugh escaping your lips. “no, not yet.”

he hums thoughtfully, pulling something from his bag—a neatly wrapped sandwich. “take it,” he says, holding it out. “it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

you blink at him, surprised. “you didn’t have to—”

“just take it,” he interrupts, his tone firm but kind. there’s a faint blush on his cheeks as he looks away, pretending to focus on the advertisements flashing past the windows.

classmate!william who feels the subtle press of your arm against his as the train sways, the small, unintentional contact making his heart race in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

the metro comes to a brief stop, and more passengers file out, leaving the car nearly empty. the flickering overhead lights cast a dim glow, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you.

classmate!william who catches your reflection in the window, the faint curve of a smile on your lips as you lean slightly closer to him. “thank you,” you murmur, breaking the silence.

he turns to you, his voice unusually soft. “for what?”

“for this,” you say, holding up the now half-eaten sandwich, “and for sitting with me.”

his gaze lingers on you, something tender and unfamiliar stirring in his chest. “it’s nothing,” he mutters, but the way his voice wavers slightly betrays him.

classmate!william who can’t stop himself when the train jerks slightly, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. his fingers brush against yours, and he feels the warmth of your skin—soft and real—and it makes his breath catch.

you glance down at your hands, then back up at him, your eyes meeting. the metro rocks gently, and the world seems to stand still as he leans in ever so slightly.

now it’s you who closes the gap, your lips brushing his in a soft, fleeting kiss that feels like a spark in the quiet hum of the train. it’s gentle, almost hesitant, but when you pull away, the look in his eyes is one of wonder.

classmate!william who stares at you for a moment, his hands coming to caress yours. his touch is deliberate, warm, and steady, a rare softness from someone so guarded. "name," he begins, his voice low but filled with conviction, "may i ask if you would like to have dinner with me?" he whispers, his golden gaze locked on yours, decided to show his feelings wholeheartedly for the first time.

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, his question lingering in the air like a delicate melody. your heart flutters as you manage a shy smile, your hand still cradled in his. “yes, i would love to,” you reply softly, your voice tinged with quiet excitement.

classmate!william who feels a quiet sense of relief wash over him, though his heart still beats fast against his ribs. he doesn’t release your hand; instead, his thumb brushes over your knuckles gently, as though reassuring himself this moment is real. “then allow me to make it a night worth remembering,” he says, his tone confident but laced with a tenderness meant only for you.

you don’t miss the flicker of a smile that plays on his lips—a rare, genuine one that softens his usually composed demeanor. as he leads you out of the library, still holding your hand, you realize this is the start of something neither of you will ever forget.

[ranikyani]

The Richmond Archives 🏛️ III [S-Z#]

A collection of fics centered around Terry Richmond as a main character, exploring different stories, relationships, and adventures.

💌: Make sure you read warnings before engaging + Take care of yourself while reading, mwah💋

🏡: Return to Daddy's Library or…

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✍🏾 Writers, this is a work in progress... but if anything needs to be changed or removed immediately pls lmk.

Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries ⏳ - Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet… will continue to update summaries/emojis as I make progress.

S

Said I Wouldn't 🏁⏳

Summary: Babysitting for Terry had its perks. You were able to see his gorgeous ass every night before heading off to your own house next door. And because he went to the gym on Wednesday nights, you had extra time to explore his room and live in your delusions. But when Terry catches you, you are unprepared for what comes next.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Santa's Little Tease 🎯

Summary: When Janae catches Terry admiring his holiday handiwork, she decides it’s time for a reward he’ll never forget.

Author: @planetblaque

Savage 🎯

Summary: Valentine’s Day was the one day a year where Terry gave you what you yearned for. To be in control. You tease Terry all day, getting him worked up with the knowledge that he couldn’t touch you yet. That he wasn’t allowed to touch your body until you said so. Not until he surrendered to you. 

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Save Me 🎯

Summary: After years of no contact, Terry shows up on your doorstep in need of help.

Author: @planetblaque

Secret Admirer 🎯

Summary: Terry has been obsessed with the reader for 3 years and he finally makes his introduction.

Author: @nayaxwrites

Semper Fidelis ⏸️📚

Summary: Dre something something

Author: @ranikyani

Sexual Healing 🎯

Summary: Reader is depressed and Terry fucks her out of it.

Author: @writingsbytee

The Show Goes On 📝📚

Summary: Stone (Aaron Pierre) x Tirian Brenae

Author: @zillasvilla

Sins of the Flesh 🏁⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond x Black!OC [Riley]

Author: @brattyfics

Slangin' Tail 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @motheroffeline

Slow Dance 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Slow Kissing ✨

Summary: What would slow kissing be like with Terry?

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

A Small Exchange ✨

Summary: In which Terry hopes for the best

Author: @slippinninque

Snug! ✨

Summary: In which Terry wasn't ready

Author: @slippinninque

Something Seasonal 📝📚

Summary: Not every princess lived in a castle. Terry learns this when he meets what he considers a celestial being in the dirtiest of places. Too enamored, he forgets about all his spoken promises to another.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Southern Triad ⏳

Summary: Summer in the South called for people from every region of the States to come down and reunite with their loved ones. It called for family reunions during the day and enjoying fried sweets and rides at the fair during the night. Iris McKay returns to her hometown with her boyfriend, Terry, and surprisingly her old fling, Bakari, returns as well after years overseas. Iris learns that Bakari and Terry have a history of their own; them being friends during their military days. This reconciliation between these three proposes an idea that Iris has always fantasized about and believes that it’ll soon come to fruition.

Author: @hotgrlcece

Spinning the Block 📝📚

Summary: What happens when the man you once arrested returns to your troubled town seeking you out for closure after the death of his cousin? That's where Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims finds herself after her past tumultuous run-in with Terry Richmond catches up to her.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Stale 🎯

Summary: in which terry, despite never being one for birthdays, realizes maybe a push was all he needed?

Author: @wonderlustwrites

Stay A While 🌎 (bigger than a ongoing series, this is a ENTIRE universe and I LIVE for finishing all the parts when I get the time)

Summary: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Author: @kumkaniudaku

The Story of Us ⏳

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

The Strangers 🏁⏳

Summary: Home. A place that is your sanctuary. Somewhere you can escape from all the problems of the outside world. A place that provides you with a feeling of warmth and a sense of safety. What happens when it isn’t?

Author: @dxddykenn

Study Buddy 🎯

Summary: Studying with Terry

Author: @skvrpion

Surprise 🎯

Summary: You and Terry have been broken up for 3 months. You’re injured in an accident and the hospital calls Terry to notify him and… surprise

Author: @writingsbytee

Swampbound 📝📚

Summary: Set against the eerie backdrop of the Florida swamps in the 1980s, this supernatural tale follows Adla Bennett, a woman navigating life after her father’s death. When she discovers a wounded creature resembling a wolf on her porch, she shelters it for the night, only to learn the creature is a shapeshifter named Terry Richmond. He enlists her help in locating his missing cousin, Mike, intertwining their fates in unexpected ways.

Author: @brattyfics

Sweet Confections 🎯

Summary: In which Terry finds his woman in every confection.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Sweet Dreams 🎯

Summary: Terry has night terrors, luckily he's found you and his love for you keeps him grounded

Author: @sweettea-and-honeybutter

Sweet Escape 📝📚

Summary: You are on top of the world as one of the world’s most popular R&B singers. But behind the glitz and glam, you were unmoored, lonely, and aching for something you couldn’t put a name to. With freakish threats escalating, you turn to your stoic bodyguard, Terry, in hopes that you’ll finally feel safe and like you belong.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

T

Take You There ⏸️📚

Summary: Terry gets inspired in so many ways by a tattoo artist. 

Author: @sweettea-and-honeybutter

Taken Care Of 🎯

Summary: in which Terry wants to watch you and his homeboy.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

A Taste of Fire 🎯

Summary: Mica had a curious request of her husband. He denied her numerous times and with Terry, she learned to take what she wanted.

Author: @keyaho

A Tattoo and the Bloodsucker Blues 📝📚

Summary: Celeste thought the tattoo on Terry Richmond's arm marked him as one of those Hoteps or Nation of Islam brothas that hawked bean pies on the corner with the Final Call. But little did she know it meant more than that. That's why she has to track him down and kill him… before the baby in her belly can turn into his kind.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Testing Testing ✨

Summary: In which Terry plays a very stupid game.

Author: @slippinninque

Three's A Crowd Two. 🎯

Summary: You were sent to a cozy cabin Christmas retreat in the secluded Rocky Mountains picked by two of your wealthy bosses Terry and Kelvin, for a much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of your corporate lives.

Author: @notapradagurl7

Tick 🎯

Summary: It's Terry birthday! While he is out with his homeboys, you decide to send him a video you made, but what happens when the reaction you get is something you never expected?

Author: @dabratzchronicles

Ties That Bind 🏁⏳

Summary: You and Terry Richmond, the mysterious billionaire with a magnetic presence and a dark edge, are bound by an arranged marriage that neither of you anticipated.

Author: @notapradagurl7

To Lose You ✨

Summary: Breaking up with Terry

Author: @dpennedit

Touch Me Like You Care 🎯

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry comes home to find you reading in bed, all thoughts of getting dressed out of your mind as you rest. He was prepared to let you, truly, but then he finds that you’re not wearing the bracelets he bought you. And well, he can’t let that slide, can he?

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Try Not To Mess Up The Seats 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @2neaky

'Twas the Night 🎯

Summary: Treating yourself to a winter writing getaway, you are startled when the homeowner forgot to mention the 6’3 handyman that came by to fix things around the house. You find an unlikely friendship with the man, opening up about your romance novel. But when you confess that you need some inspiration, Terry is all too happy to be of service. 

Author: @megamindsecretlair

U

Unexpected Visitor 🎯

Summary: Reader is a housewife who is home alone and receives a visitor that’s not who he seems.

Author: @nayaxwrites

Untitled ✨

Summary:...

Author: @alldthoughtsinmyhead

Untitled dad!Terry blurb ✨

Summary:...

Author: @ripeandsoft

Untitled date blurb ✨

Summary: Joya learns more about Professor Richmond

Author: @ripeandsoft

Untitled pregnant!reader blurb ✨

Summary:...

Author: @ripeandsoft

Up Late ✨

Summary: toxic baby daddy!Terry

Author: @ripeandsoft

V

Veiled Intentions 📝📚

Summary: black male x black female

Author: @tvchi

Venus ⏳

Summary: After a long, draining week, Terry and Cleopatra spoil each other for Valentine's Day the only way they know how; love languages and love making.

Author: @venusincleo

W

Want You 🎯

Summary: Terry x female reader, you unlock psychopathic behavior within Terry

Author: @sweettea-and-honeybutter

Warm In December 🎯

Summary: You convince your husband, Terry, to slip away during your annual Christmas Eve party.

Author: @mermaidchansons

Where You Going? 🎯

Summary: Toxic Husband!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Wild 🎯

Summary: You went on a small camping trip with Terry, who graciously helped to introduce you to hiking. After a critter destroys your tent, you stupidly volunteer to share his. Shouldn’t be too bad, right?

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Wolf By Night 🎯

Summary: Halloween Smut Fest

Author: @nayaxwrites

Worst Behavior ✨

Summary:...

Author: @dxddykenn

X

Y

Yes Day 🎯

Summary: She was supposed to sl*t him out, but Terry said no, not happening and just took the reigns.😔

Author: @simplyzeeka

You Don't Know My Name 🎯

Summary: Terry comes into your diner every. single. day. He don't even know what he's doing to you. Or does he?

Author: Me @ranikyani

You Knew What You Were Doin' 🎯

Summary: all you wanted to do is show Terry your new pajama set (maybe), but things take a different turn

Author: @overthedeadsea

You Scared? 🎯

Summary:

Author: @miyuhpapayuh

Z

# - Emojis

11:11 ⏳

Summary: Biker!Terry Richmond x Charlie

Author: @nayaesworld

30 Whole Days 🎯

Summary: Aaron is having a get together at his home with his colleagues and his wife has had an attitude with him all day… he ends up fixing it tho.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

💓🌦️🏃🏽🏃🏾‍♀️🌦️💓 - ✨

Summary: Fluff!!! Kissing in the rain!! Rainy day vibes, no real plot

Author: @slippinninque

[hoeforsungie]

💌 … ( 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 ) 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 — stoned sex w/ Hannie

best friends to lovers! Hannie x fem reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw ・ teasing, lots of tension, Hannie and reader are both horny for each other, drug usage (don’t!) wc ・‎ 2.8k ‎| ‎ ‎[library link here]

[ ۫ ꣑ৎ author’s note ] here’s my first ever preview for a work i’m working on! tbh, the fic is loooong and i’m still writing. i decided to post the preview bc the actual fic is kinda sad, depressing, and dark. i’m worried people wouldn’t actually like that part until it gets to the filth, however i wanted to write a hurt/comfort with some smut for a while… and i may or may not have stoner hannie brainrot. i may post just the smut and loving bits as its own thing, as well as the whole fic when i finally finish? idk i’m rambling… well here enjoy this preview for needy stoned Hannie x reader.

oh btw, here’s a playlist w songs i listened to while writing this

divider by @v6que

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🕊️ ⋅ ˚Jisung was happy to see her smile, even if it was small and her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. A win is a win in his book. So, he happily followed along. The pair grabbed their shoes and the umbrella before leaving the building. The walk to their normal smoking hang out was pretty calm, despite the rain. At least, the rain had died down again into a steady drizzle, saving them from the monsoon-like downpour earlier. The only unfortunate thing was that the wind had picked up, blowing the rain sideways. This left her with no choice but to cling to Jisung as the bitter wind whipped around the two of them. It was about 10 minutes before they spotted the treehouse her parents had built when they were children. All their normal stuff was still there, pictures from their youth hanging on the wall. Now there was an old beat up couch (where their stash was hidden), a bed with a few pillows and blankets where many hours cuddling had been spent, and a projector.

Jisung climbed up first and turned around to offer his hand to y/n. After getting pulled up, she beelined towards the couch to pull out the bud as well as the lighter and the wraps. After wrapping the blunt, she handed it to Jisung as he flopped down onto the couch next to her. “Ladies first.” She giggled. He took the blunt with a begrudging look and held it in his mouth, waiting for her to light it. Y/n obliged and elbowed him “Don’t take all of it, make sure to leave some for me. You hog.” She elbowed her friend then rubbed at her eyes, probably trying to diffuse some of the puffiness remaining from her tears.

Jisung, of course, only offered her a punch to the arm instead and a snarky remark about how he ‘wasn’t the one who finished 70% of the last blunt.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and plucked the blunt from Jisung’s lips harshly. “Shut up, besides,” y/n says as she pauses to take a drag. “You said this was to smoke the depression away. Right now I think I need it more than you.” She stuck her tongue at Jisung, to which he replied by flicking her in the forehead. Y/n took another big drag and coughed. “Goddamn, it’s been a while since I smoked with you Jisungie.” After coughing for a bit, y/n tucked her legs under her and turned towards Jisung. She took a few more drags before putting it in between her two fingers and passing it to Jisung to take. He gladly took the blunt and took a large drag himself. Somehow, he didn’t cough like her, much to y/n’s dismay.

“Bro, are you fucking kidding me? You’re such a show off. Ugh, fuck you!” Y/n squeaked and started punching him anywhere she could hit. “You’re the worst.” She sighed and plopped her body forward so she could lean onto Jisung. Cuddling between them wasn’t something new by any means. She’d never admit it, but cuddling with Jisung recently has been giving her new thoughts to think about. She didn’t know when it happened, but one day she began to notice the way her heart beats louder when she feel jisung’s broad chest caging her in, as his arms wrapped around her. She’d especially take this one to the grave, but she really started noticing it as she slipped away to excuse herself to use the bathroom in a panic. It was pretty obvious when she slipped her underwear down to see the pearly string that attaches itself to her lips and her panties. It was slowly becoming clear to her that she was attracted to Jisung. Perhaps, in more ways than one.

Jisung chuckled at y/n’s cute little outburst and reached over to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Looked like it was getting in your lip gloss, y/nnie.” He said with a honey-dripped voice. He smiled as he noticed as a small blush crept along y/n’s cheeks, down towards her neck. His eyes trailed below as they followed the path the blush was burning on her skin. He swallowed thickly as his eyes reached below her collarbone where his white band t-shirt stuck to her skin snugly. The white had become similar to gossamer, her skin and black bra shining through, thanks to the rain. Taking a sharp inhale, Jisung unconsciously began digging into her arm tightly as he drank in the sight. As if on cue, he broke the spell and suddenly snapped his eyes back into y/n’s. He hoped that she hadn’t noticed, although he knew the chances were entirely too slim. He couldn’t even blink as he peered into y/n’s eyes. Now it was Jisung’s turn to blush, a warmth spreading across his own cheeks. He sputtered something about ‘needing space’ and ‘why are you over here when there’s the entire couch?’ then promptly shoved y/n across the couch, turning his head away from her to hide the blush that was igniting his skin.

Y/n, of course, wouldn’t stand for being pushed away from her heat source as the cold from the rain blew into the tree house. “Sungie, fuck off! What the hell was that for? You know it’s cold out.” She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. After a few seconds of pouting silently she reached her arm out to grab the blunt that Jisung was holding in his hand, half forgotten. He yelped in surprise and moved his arm up in the air out of y/n’s reach. She slapped his shoulder and laughed as he grunted. After a few seconds of pretending to give up, she smiled and lunged even harder at Jisung. Launching herself off the couch and smiling in victory as she was able to reach the blunt Jisung held over his head, she failed to notice her miscalculation as she was now sitting in Jisung’s lap with her face very close to his own. He glared at her unamused but she still noticed the blush dusting his cheeks. The clock on the wall continued to tick on as the air around the pair thickened. Jisung’s own shocked expression melted into something much needier as she felt him try to physically run away from her hold. But with her sitting on his lap, he had nowhere to go. He pinched his eyebrows and turned his head, bringing his fist up in a feeble attempt to hide his teeth digging into his bottom lip at the suggestive pose the pair are in. With the way in which her arm is still frozen in the air at her attempt to get the blunt for herself, she begins to blush as bright as Jisung and feel a familiar slowly knot tying itself in her stomach. Y/n never thought she’d get turned on by such a small act, let alone from a simple mistake she made.

More time passed as the pair stared deeply, albeit curiously, into each other’s eyes. Jisung’s hands which were thrown around her waist in shock began to grip tighter at her hips, the fingers leaving indents in the milky skin where they were also splayed on her thighs. She parted her lips and he heard a small, breathy “Oh.” leave her. It was hard to deny, but this had a larger impact on y/n than she would have liked. She inhaled sharply as she felt her clit throb gently at the feeling at Jisung’s hands deliciously digging into her sides. It was her turn to look away in embarrassment as she quickly dismounted herself off his lap and back onto the couch with a pout. Stupid Jisung and the way he doesn’t realize the impact he has on me! She internally curses him as all she places the blunt back in between her sticky strawberry lips and inhales. After taking a long drag, and much to her enjoyment, the lack of a coughing fit, she crosses her hands back over into her lap and closes her eyes. She felt the beginning of her arousal begin to fade as she tried to be one of God’s stronger soldiers and put the thoughts flashing behind her eyes deep down into her subconscious. Something about the way Jisung’s fingers stung ever so slightly as he pushed into her plush thighs and waist with his soft hands threw her for a complete tailspin. Of course she’s had sex before, but never had she felt so ignited by such a small and subtle touch. It was as if a jolt of electricity had gone through her the second he laid his hands on her. Shaking her head vigorously to rid the sinful thoughts before they overwhelmed her and she could only imagine the way in which he would handle her, she tried to rid the unholy thoughts once more. Deciding to say “fuck it” and take another large drag from the blunt, end goal of becoming as high as possible in the fastest manner becoming clearer and clearer in her head. It was during this time in which she was so in her own head, she missed the golden opportunity to peek open her own eyes and see the disheveled state Jisung was in, similarly to her own.

If she were to peer over and turn her head towards Jisung, she would have had a heart attack and simultaneously seen the way he desired y/n so bad it was almost tangible. His head was reeling and chest heaving as he shut his eyes and flopped it back against the couch, staring up into the ceiling. His hair flopped with him and covered his eyes, but his own arousal was still apparent to any outsider. The way in which his bottom lip is still trapped between his teeth as he tries to catch his breath. The blush on his cheeks spread down to his chest where the slight dew of sweat began to gather. He pinched his nose bridge as he tried to will the thoughts and his raging boner away. The way in which y/n’s body looked so small on his lap, the way in which her thighs were so soft and plump in his hands. Her small, breathy, ‘oh’ that made his heart hang onto the idea that she was into him enough to find him sexually attractive, and the way in which her wet clothes clung to her form; it all made him go insane. He needed the weed to kick in any second now, hoping he could instead get lost in the sensation of being high rather than hopelessly longing for the feeling of y/n’s pink sugary lips gliding against his own. Heaving a heavy sigh, he looked over to y/n on the couch and slowly peeked his eyes at her form on the couch. Thanking whatever deity was allowing her to look so perfect before him, and luckily she was in her own world with her eyes closed. He let his eyes slowly drag down her body, a little more unashamedly now that he knew he didn’t have an audience to judge his own indulgence.

Jisung flitted his eyes down to her chest once again, running them along the valley of her collarbones, down to where her cleavage just faintly peeked out above the low collar she cut on his shirt, now claimed for herself and neatly stored in Jisung’s drawer for their impromptu sleepovers and other clothing emergencies. He dragged his eyes back up to her lips. He internally groaned as he saw the way her gloss smudged slightly from the blunt, the sugary pink tint shimmering softly in the light. After admiring her lips for a while, Jisung trailed his eyes down to her hips and smiled softly at what he saw. The grey sweatpants that they both owned as a matching set were sitting snugly on her hips. The ones with a little black star and the word “Youtiful” under it, that both of them got as a gift on graduation day from one of their closest friends. The ones that matched his very own. Thanking God and the people he saved in his last life, he smiled at the fact that even if y/n had so many other bottoms to choose from, she chose those special ones. Now here they were, both matching. As he thanked the universe for giving him this win, he stilled as he saw y/n inhale and slowly open her eyes before yawning and sitting up, lashes getting slightly wet from the unshed tears the strong yawn brought to her eyes. He sat up straighter, eyes still trained on her as he followed her every move. Imagine his surprise as he feels y/n shove the blunt between his lips and her hand on his cheeks, pushing into them lightly as she forces his mouth open (much like the kissy face a fish makes) to take the blunt. After she’s satisfied that the blunt remains lodged in Jisung’s plush lips, she withdraws her hand and whips her head away. He held his breath when the words y/n whispered met his ears.

“Mm feelin’ it slowly. It’s your turn to catch up now. Don’t wanna be high alone, Hannie.” Y/n mumbled out through pouted lips. She felt her cheeks heat up as she admitted to already feeling the pleasant sluggish feeling enveloping her body. After she was satisfied by seeing Jisung take a few drags himself, head laid back with one hand in his hair behind his head as he peered up at the ceiling, she let her own head flop back on the couch. Sighing with contentment, she snuggled further into the couch, allowing the comforting feeling of her incoming high roll onto her slowly. It was a few minutes that had passed before y/n’s eyes blink open again slowly as she sat up quickly realizing she had dozed off for about 30 minutes.

Embarrassment painted her features as she quickly realized where Jisung had been when she dozed off. She looked down and nearly yelped as she saw Jisung with his plump lips, open and spit-slicked, laying in her lap. She felt his hair tickle her thighs through the material of the sweatpants as she sucked in a breath and shook him gently, worried what would happen if he stayed there any longer. Now it was her turn to bite her lip as she felt him stir ever so slightly, and instead of waking up, he then wiggled his face deeper into y/n’s lap, grabbing at her and mumbling something incoherent except for the one word she caught. ‘Warm.’ Jisung burrowed in again, his nose nuzzling along her thigh as he breathed out peacefully, his breath fanning across her tummy, where her shirt had risen in her short slumber. Y/n’s breath caught as she let out a little hiccup when one deep sigh let out just the right amount of air to feel a small bead of arousal leak out of her hole and into her panties. After freezing in fear when she felt Jisung nuzzle impossibly deeper, almost driven in his sleep by his body’s unconscious drive to feel her closer. It was over for her though when she felt the tip of his nose nuzzle in just right so that it barely traced over her clothed clit. With a squeak she felt her clit throb more strongly this time and the arousal continued to pool in both her underwear and belly before she’d decided she’d had enough. She grabbed Jisung by the hair and lifted his sleeping body up.

Jisung awoke with a start and a yelp as his hands reached up to where y/n’s were caught tangled in his brunette locks. His bracelet jangled as he looked up at y/n with unshed tears and a pout on his lips, making them look so kissable. After a few seconds y/n smoothed her hand back over his hair and massaged it. She let her hands begin to knead into Jisung’s neck, trying to work out any sore spots as an apology for waking him up so urgently. With the pout still on his lips, he peered up at y/n as he felt his body begin to melt into her touch. “Why did you even do that anyways?” She shook her head and did something which Jisung did not expect at all. She leaned down and pressed her glossy lips to the tip of his nose gently. As his brain was short circuiting he looked up at her with his big boba eyes shining in the soft light and another pout formed on his lips. “W-what was that for?” He asked, his eyes trailing away to look at the posters and photos on the wall, a testament to the brilliance of their youth that you pair shared together. Y/n simply smiled and retracted her face from Jisung’s. She twinkled out a laugh, eyes turning into little crescents, and flicked him in the forehead.

[winxanity-ii]

CONTINUATION OF CH.40

I ran out of space, so here's all the fanart i got recently ❤️❤️😩😩😩😩

from Rizzlord (@v4mpn11on tumblr)

AHHHHH this piece still has me floored every time I look at it 😭✨ the details??? The shading??? Her EYES??? You captured something so powerful and grounded in her expression—I can see the weariness and strength all at once. And don't even get me started on the hair and those intricate floral clasps on her shoulders?? Like HELLO??? You really snapped with the texture there 😩

I legit saved this straight to my computer the moment I got it. Thank you sm again! She looks like she walked straight out of a manga panel and I'm obsessed 😭❤️

from gab137507

AHHHH-----the symbolism is so perfect 😭😭😭 The way you drew MC's expression—so hollow and calm, almost resigned—it's haunting in the best way. I love how each hand has a story to tell without even needing words. I already went a lil coo-coo in your commnt section of how much i loved/thought each one represented so i'm not gonna bore everyone with it here (may repaste in the comments) but yeah, I just—ugh, it''s so stimulating seeing the strings of all these interactions MC has to navigate drawn to life like this. You nailed the entire pressure of her role in a single, quiet image. Thank you so much again❤️‍🔥

from Acheron

ACHERON???? Be serious. Be so serious. This is actual cinema. The way the light frames him—no, devours him—like a halo and a wildfire all at once??? The motion, the tilt of his head, the drama in that silhouette... it's unhinged in the most divine, tragic way. I'm staring at this like it's an actual animated movie still 😭🔥This is Apollo's tantrum. This is grief-split-open-and-turned-solar. You nailed the energy of Ch.39 without showing anything explicitly, and that's what makes it hit even harder. Like how am I supposed to emotionally recover from this?? 😭❤️‍🔥 Thank you endlessly for this masterpiece.

from DragonWhiskers12

DO NOT EVER APOLOGIZE FOR HOW YOU EXECUTE YOUR ART—like ever. It's the intent, the design, the final result that hits—and this??? This hit me like a meteor from Olympus. I'm OBSESSED with your interpretation of Apollo 😭 the eerie elegance, the chaotic divinity, the multiple eyes??? That's godhood. That's prophecy. That's ✨trauma✨. I'm so in love with this vision I'm be using in another fic i have coming up😭😭🙏🏾 thank you for sharing this with me, truly.

PLEASE. Don't even apologize for the camera quality or anything about this—do you know how golden this page is??? The way I had to squint and then suddenly BURST OUT LAUGHING??? The "No more sun until I get my wife back" Apollo design coming back with extra eyeballs and those reaction doodles of the Olympians??? ICONIC 😭 Like no because the vibe of this whole thing?? Raw sketch energy, chaotic divine commentary, a masterpiece journal page of doom... I'm saving this to my personal shrine of chaos. It feels like something I'd find tucked in the library of Delphi on a scroll titled "Signs That the Sun God is Spiraling" 😭💀

from iconic-idiot-con

OH MY GODDDD I GASPED—THE WAY YOU CAPTURED HERMES' SMUG LITTLE CHARM??? The wink?? The pose?? The delivery??? 😭😭 This entire scene looks like it was yanked straight out of a visual novel and I would pay real currency to read it. Also the way you illustrated MC with such softness in that panel?? Ugh. You get her. You get them. And I am currently sobbing over the fact that this exists in my lil arts folder 🥹💌🪽 Thank you SO much.

STOP—YOU'RE TELLING ME I GET A WHOLE CHARACTER LINEUP??? A WHOLE CAST SHEET??? This is like opening the bonus content at the end of a deluxe edition graphic novel and just sinking into the lore. First off—Hermes??? ICONIC. The exact chaotic-neutral energy. His smirk?? Unmatched. Apollo is serving radiant golden retriever in the best possible way, and I love how you made him look just slightly off-kilter, like there's something behind that smile (which is so him). Also HELEN?? She's giving effortlessly smug and I know she knows it. Odysseus' sadness is in his shoulders. That's storytelling. His "sad, wet, pathetic puppet man" energy literally LEAPS off the page. Penelope looks tired but gorgeous, which is exactly what I envisioned. Telemachus looks like he just got done internally monologuing about duty and also how pretty the MC is. I'm obsessed. And finally, MC?? Soft, grounded, radiant. Just there. And still effortlessly magnetic. I'm sobbing. Truly—thank you for this. It's beyond perfect. Your brain has 100% divine blessing status now.

SHUT UP—Hermes Bird with the lil satchel and cloak?! I'm LOSING it. And MC?? The blank expression? The visible cuts and wraps? That side-eye like she just survived divine nonsense and still has errands to run? Peak characterization. She looks like she's just recovered from a gods-given concussion and is about to commit arson in retaliation. I don't care if it's "unfinished," it's got more energy and story in it than most completed pieces. Post the rest whenever you want—I'm eating this up sketchy or not and WILL be giving the same enthusiasm once done cuz YESSS!

[ppyopulii]

🔖 saved to library: seventeen | masterlist

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now, would you like to queue all mini albums to your listening? yes | no

please enjoy your listening, & of course, a beloved happy birthday to seventeen. 🎊

17 CARAT | S.COUPS, aka CHOI SEUNGCHEOL — each minute, each second is like a jewel. enjoy this time, this is your life, hun. 🧵 released 05.12.2025 | listen to the mini album here

BOYS BE | DINO, aka LEE CHAN — but when i wake up from this dream, i feel like chulsoo without younghee. 💭 released 05.13.2025 | listen to the mini album here

GOING SEVENTEEN | WONWOO, aka JEON WONWOO — whenever and wherever we are, even if we can’t be together, as always, we make our smile flowers bloom. ⚓ released 05.26.2025 | listen to the mini album here

AL1 | JEONGHAN, aka YOON JEONGHAN — because my heart won’t listen to these words as i thought. 🎓 released 05.29.2025 | listen to the mini album here

DIRECTOR'S CUT | WOOZI, aka LEE JIHOON — i’m just saying what’s obvious now: thank you. 📸 tba | listen to the mini album here

YOU MAKE MY DAY | DOKYEOM, aka LEE SEOKMIN — i like you so much. what do i do? 💌 tba | listen to the mini album here

YOU MADE MY DAWN | JOSHUA, aka HONG JISOO — a place you can come to, a place i can go to. 🪺 tba | listen to the mini album here

HENG:GARÆ | THE8, aka XU MINGHAO — even if the world spins the other way around, you and i are not losing our way. 🎫 tba | listen to the mini album here

YOUR CHOICE | SEUNGKWAN, aka BOO SEUNGKWAN — my heart keeps beating at the sound of your voice - there are no reasons for my love for you. 🎶 tba | listen to the mini album here

ATTACCA | JUN, aka WEN JUNHUI — you are my crush, i got a crush on you; i rush into you. 👟 tba | listen to the mini album here

FML | HOSHI, aka KWON SOONYOUNG — we’re so used to feeling numb in this life. now i just wanna find myself. 💻 tba | listen to the mini album here

SEVENTEENTH HEAVEN | MINGYU, aka KIM MINGYU — i only want to see you, no - i want to show you to everyone. 🍾 tba | listen to the mini album here

SPILL THE FEELS | VERNON, aka HANSOL CHWE — just stay by my side, and i’ll show you everything. 📽️ tba | listen to the mini album here

YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF YOUR LIBRARY! thank you, seventeen, for letting me discover my love for music and writing and all things creative again. these past four years (ten, for you) have been wonderful and i do not regret the lessons learned, friends made, and laughs shared. you will always have a special place in my heart.

[marwhoa]

request: All four of the rise boys with a gn!S/O (separate) who has super powers (like controlling plants or something) but the boys dont know about it AND s/o goes out as a superhero/vigilante?? I think it would be really cute if they banter while out on patrol and stuff

🝮 “ two-in-one ”

rise boys x g/n

author’s note: woo, i whipped this up quick, feeding y’all good. Two fics in like three, four days? Nice

word count: 5.2k

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Your hands, slick and sticky from the city rain, rose to twist the cloaking gem that hung around your neck. Blue-hued skin shifted into a more human-like shade, and with it came the courage to reach out to the green stranger who sat precariously at the roof’s edge.

“ Hello…? ”

Swam your delicate whisper, straight over to his ears, wishing to provide some kind of shelter from the sorrow. Mere seconds passed before he whirled around like a startled cat and stumbled off to the side. Now up to his feet, he cleared his throat as his frantic blue eyes searched your silhouette for something…

As his heaving chest slowed down and his eyes wrinkled back up with their tears, shrinking from their widened, frightened state, you wondered if he had found the answer he needed as the sadness flooded back through him.

“ It’s not fair, ” the stranger started, fisting tears from his eyes roughly before gesturing wildly to the rumbling city below, “ We’ve saved this city time and time again, and how do they repay us? ” Something told you those weren’t questions that seeked an answer, but rather sought a listener. Donning the necessary role, you gave a simple nod and took a step forward. He mirrored, stepping back, but continued.

“ Without fail, we’re always there, we’re the only ones stepping up, and each time they just—! ” He threw his hands up in frustration and let them fall back to his sides with a grumble. The blanket of silence paved the way for response, but you left it be and did what instinct told you—held out your hands with a smile. Whether he caught it through all that rain or not, you simply stood your ground as he poured into your embrace instantly. It was almost as though this was what he wanted all along.

From that day, you had decided to become a hero for the city—but not for them. Call it selfish, but your role was to lighten their load. You wanted to make their job easy, so as to bring a smile to your peachy hero’s face, all while trying to boost their image. You would sign your acts as though they were done by the brothers’ request, strengthening their image as the city’s protectors, covering every corner to pave a way for peace, rather than damage! As a hero, you simply had went uncloaked, known by the city as the Chameleon, on part of your shifting ability. With just a touch of your antennas upon your opponent, they would be downloaded into a library of skins for you to fit into. Donning their appearance, you would pull from their abilities and thwart villains left and right, lightening the load in the turtley heroes’ backs.

But, behind your cloaking broach, you were none other than plain, human Y/N, the beloved partner to the orange hero, Michelangelo! At first juggling the two identities was easy, but you would soon find yourself experiencing trouble and in quite the conundrum.

A fool from space appeared as the villain this go around, targeting the brother heroes in a pathetic attempt to take over the city as her own. If not for her annoying control of plants making her out to be a challenge, you would have been able to take her down before the brothers had to lift a finger! But now, here you were, fighting alongside them against the villain, trying desperately to slink away without your perceptive beloved connecting the dots on who you were.

“ Chameleon, we need you to copy her power and hold back those plants! “

Commanded brother blue, to which you chirped back a “ gotcha ! right on it, sir ! “ Fighting alongside them would have been a delight, if not for the cold seeping into your veins as your dearest boy grabbed your hand and stared into your big black eyes with a squint.

“ Say… You sound awfully familiar, have we met? “

“ Me-Met?! No! I mean, ahem, no, perhaps you have heard me on the tell of vision before, or the news! “

Putting on a fake accent instantly, you tugged your hand away and left the dumbfounded boy with more questions than answers. Your focus turned to the gap between you and the villainess, Phyro. The battlefield has made its way to the park, which only served as a perfect place for one whose whole shtick is plants. Each time you tried to close the gap, her plants would bap you away as though you were nothing but a small inconvenience to her.

“ Now now, what have we over here~! You’re one of those Harbins, aren’t you? That race of little adventurous warriors, how’d you make it all the way out here? “

You skidded to a stop, paling a bit at the acknowledgement. Coming this far was a goal for only one reason—escape, from the place you once called home, hoping to never hear that name again. With a dry chuckle, you shook it off and wordlessly lunged forth, ducking and weaving over viney tendrils drilling towards you.

“ Your kind is usually awfully talkative, how strange. “

Phyro continued, jerking her wrist to puppeteer more plants zeroing in on you.

Luckily, a second plan had been set forth, and while she watched only you, she had all but forgotten four others who also had it out for her. The platform of wood that she perched highly upon was set aflame in one fell swoop of the grinning orange hero, who ducked for his brother clad in purple to land a hit that sent her flying. Straight to your feet she collided, groaning as she writhed on the ground.

As you crouched down, quick to slap a pair of cuffs to her wrists while contemplating whether she’d go to the human’s jail or the hidden city’s, you were negligent of the creeping vine reaching for the gem that hung on your neck.

“ What is a Harbin doing, parading around for such a small planet? Rare for your kind to be found alone. “

Your antenna flicked as you teetered back and forth from “ ignore her and leave “ and “ entertain the captured villain. “

Foolishly, you chose the latter, but who could have known?

“ I just wanted to get away, that’s all. Sometimes you wanna be more than what you’re raised to be. “

“ Intriguing. And to be more, is to be someone else? “

“ What? “

“ CHAMELEON, WATCH OU—“

The vine shot through the gem, infecting it with a pulsating green hue that seemed to layer and combine both the illusory you and the actual you. Your human form washed over your appearance. The glitching identities seemed to flicker back and forth, unsure which to settle on as Phyro rose to her feet and quickly backed away from you. While trying to shift, to tail after her, you found yourself rendered powerless.

“ Y/N…? “

Slowing down from his run, Mikey seemed completely confused as he scanned your frame on the floor.

“ You’re Chameleon? “

“ I can explain! “

“ That’s so—so cool? But reckless, Y/N, why would you do that? And wait, was that a cloaking broach—which form is you? “

He ran off question after question while you just stared at him in a daze. Meanwhile, his brothers were quick to tail after Phyro, but not before Brother Blue called out, “ vamonos hermanos, she’s getting away! “

“ Oh—right, Y/N, stay here! “

He turned, ready to pursue his brothers and the villain, until his hand was tugged. Shoved playfully to the ground, you leapt to your feet and blew raspberries at him.

“ As if! “

Mikey stared wide-eyed as his partner, who turned out to be the incredibly helpful Chameleon, left him in the dust. Uhh, excuse me? Not a chance in hell would he let you out-hero him!

“ Hey—HEY! WAIT UP ! “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Your rise to the status of hero was all BUT planned. It started out as an attempt to seem cool and snowballed into something bigger than yourself.

Picture this, you were just a human, normal in every way—except for the fact that you may have somehow charmed THE city’s hero, Leonardo Hamato!

… Well, Leo and his brothers, but come on, the real star of the show was obviously your boyfriend. You might as well have been his number one fan, pulling the strings behind the scene to aid him in battle and make him shine. His brothers would whine about him having s special little helper, but you knew that was nothing more than hogwash and obviously they loved you—who doesn’t?!

“ Leo, duck! “

You shouted, yanking down a lever that would set off a rather impressive—if you do say so yourself—trap to douse the flame-rider villain of the day. It may have splashed a brother or two, but it also slowed down TREMENDOUSLY their enemy and left him crumbling into a pile of annoyed coal, yipping and yapping about how “ that was cheating! ” A comment which was awarded with agreement by the drenched brothers,

“ Yeah Leo, we’re a team, ya gotta include us if y’all got a plan. ”

“ It got results, why’s it matter if you get just a little wet? ”

Leo teased, high-giving you as you emerged from the shadows and joined his side.

“ Yeah, no harm no foul! ”

They scowled at you, but you shrugged it off with a little peck to your boyfriend’s cheek—a gesture that was met with groans of disgust from the audience of red, purple, orange, and… villain!

Acts such as these were your thing, pulling strings and doing things to give Leo a leg up. Of course over time you learned to be a team player, and soon you carried out tasks and laid traps that the brothers had illustrated in plans, but you were still a worker from the shadows for the heroic four! That is, until one little date night led you to a treasure trove of information—your boyfriend loved magic tricks, and you’re sneaky little self may have overheard the perfect place to get a book of magic!

Tailing your unknowing informant, you had inadvertently landed yourself in a city under yours, something called the Hidden City—for obvious reasons. If not for its far-from-human city goers, you would have assumed you stumbled into an extra bizarre black market, but you knew better than to believe such nonsense. This was a city of magic folk, and what better a place than to find a book of magic? Weaving down dizzying paths, you eventually stopped before a shop ironically advertised as the “ MAGICIAN’S BOOK STORE “ and dipped in to find the book.

Your one mistake was thinking these books would be of the sorts such as “ Pull a rabbit out of a hat, oooh! ” or a “ dozens of scarves from your throat, fantastic! ”. Book in hand, you would rush home to practice your newfound spells to amaze and put on a show for your amazing boyfriend, Leo.

Instead, you paved the way for a new hero to step into the light, Daybreak, a magician with more than a few tricks up their sleeves. Opening the book had caused an instant change of appearance, a masquerade mask to seal facial identification, and a flashy performer’s fit to give you a spunky look whirled across your body. You never did get to hold a private performance for Leo, but you DID manage to become his favorite hero! Well, second favorite, but Jupiter Jim isn’t real so he doesn’t count, so number 1 favorite! But, still, you were Leo’s favorite hero, and he always brightened at the sight of you appearing on the scene!

Though, you did have to dodge his trying to introduce you to, well, yourself, multiple times.

“ C’mon, Breaker, you know my secret identity, let me know yours! “

“ Leonardo, EVERYONE knows your secret identity. It’s not exactly a secret if it’s the only identity you have. “

Grinning, your hand rested upon the book at your hip, charmed to a smaller size for it to stay on you at all times.

“ Oh, say, don’t you like magicians? “

“ Of course, who doesn’t? Wait, are you going to tell me you will hold a personal magic show for just me because we’re friends? “

Giddily, he stared at you starstruck, and you could only look back with a wobbly grin.

“ That was, uh… Oddly spot on, yeah! “

He beamed for a second, then quickly reached for his phone.

“ There’s no danger, so I’m going to call Y/N and tell them to come see—you won’t mind a plus one, would you? ”

“ Ah! No need, don’t bother them, haha, I’ll just give them their own personal show after you! “

Leo hesitated for a second, as though the idea of watching this without you seemed unpleasant, but he recovered soon enough and obliged.

Rising to your feet, you unclasped the bag hanging at your waist and pulled out your spellbook.

“ Let’s see, what’s the perfect opening act… Ah! I got it. “

You cleared your throat, stepping back from the roof top’s edge and falling straight down. Leo lunged to react, but was taken off guard as you rose back up in a lounged position, carried by a wind spell that needed no verbal cues to activate.

“ Come one, come all, to Daybreak’s suave display of tricks. For our opening act, I shall put a spin on the ‘rabbit out of a hat’ trick! “

Eagerly, your one-man audience watched with a stare so intense that you couldn’t fight the flush of red upon your cheeks. Every day you wanted to expose your secret to him, tell him you were his number one hero, but every day something odd lingered over your head, banishing such an idea.

But, never mind that. Tonight it was just you and Leo, and you were going to finally give him the magic show you had always planned to give him!

Maybe Y/N and Daybreak can remain two different people for a liiiiittle bit longer.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Being a hero wasn’t your first idea. In fact, it was the farthest from it. You began as a lowly thief, a worker for Big Mama. Just a witch with an ability no one could imagine as a hero’s. You could turn to marble and turn others into statues, swim through stone and concrete as though it were water, and in the concrete jungle, who would have ever imagined being a hero over anything else?

It only became a seed in your head after a particular hero from the surface had planted the idea and tended to its garden. A particular museum in the city that never sleeps had come into possession of a particular yokai you had turned to stone yourself years ago, albeit by accident. This yokai happened to be a powerhouse that a certain bigwig ring leader was practically salivating over, so you were hired to retrieve them.

Through seas of concrete, up to the surface, you had easily come out on the inside of the museum whose walls were concocted of the finest stone money could buy. As you dove through the walls and found yourself in one of the many exhibits of the trove of stolen art and artifacts, dodging the security was an easy feat. All you had to do was strike fancy poses, hands gracefully held in delightful positions with fabric cascading around your silhouette in the classic fashion that everyone appreciates from marble. Guards would pass you, stopping if only to admire whatever Artist could have perfectly carved stone to emerge your figure, then continue on their way.

If anything, your missions were delightfully fun. Paid to pose about and easily escape with whatever it is you were sent for? It was enough to cloud the negative thoughts of a life of villainy.

That is, until you had accidentally released the yokai with a misuse of your power. The powerhouse roared to life, shoving you away with ease before setting its sights on the rest of the human’s city to release years worth of pent up energy.

Describing yourself as a villain wouldn’t have been the proper terminology, not even an anti-hero. You were just a witch getting by however you saw fit. Thus, the idea of letting not just your ticket to money get away but simultaneously letting your mistake wreck havoc on topsiders, well that just didn’t sit right with you. So you pursued, through the hole, eyes zeroing in on the path of debris left in the rampage’s way.

That was when you met him—what was it he called himself again, Red Riot? No, something about an angel? Whatever it was, you couldn’t help but hold your breath when he intervened. You were trying to get in close enough to land a firm smack across the monster’s face, to spread marble throughout its body once more, when a voice rang out and distracted you. Stumbling away to narrowly dodge succumbing to his strike, your eyes searched for the source and watched the red blur slam down between you and the yokai.

“ It’s not safe for you! ”

He roared, turning to you in a rather interesting red & black get up. Bewildered, you watched as he caught the yokai’s fists with ease, even pushing him back in a battle of strength that he was lopsidedly winning. At such a sight, you didn’t blame your heart for skipping, nor did you blame your breath for hitching in your throat. But, you would blame him for labeling you a “ damsel in distress”.

“ Slow your roll, big boy, who said I needed saving? ”

The hero gawked at you as you climbed his shell and leapt off his shoulders, landing a clean swipe against the yokai right as he reached out to seal you in his vice grip. Just as the stone coursed through his body, you swung on the outstretched arm, plantings yourself into a neat little sit on the marble forearm.

“ I won’t lie though, handsome, your heroic knight act gets a solid 10 in my book. ”

“ Are ya a hero or…? ”

The red hero straightened up, tilting his head in a curious puppy fashion. It was the toothy grin that tripped your heart into yet another skip this go around.

“ … Wouldn’t you like to know, Big Boy? ”

Before he had even a chance to answer, just an outreaching hand, you unpocketed a trinket from Big Mama herself that instantly delivered you and her next prized fighter right at the foot of her desk.

The next time you saw Red Reign was by accident. You weren’t on a mission or anything, but you had stumbled upon a scene between him and some mutant. With a clean dive into the city’s cement, you peeked your head into the conflict enough times to get close enough to his enemy. One tap later, and marble coursed through their body, immobilizing them as you climbed from the stony surface as if you were stepping up out of the pool.

“ You— “

He stilled, watching you before his eyes narrowed.

“ So yo were one of Big Mama’s lackeys. ”

It was your turn to pause, cocking your head to the side with confusion.

“ One of Big Mama’s—no, no, you mistake me. I work under no one but myself! Your accusation pains me, Red Reign~ ”

Purring, you neared the flustered hero and circled him. He loosened, though still watched you carefully, gaze shifting to the marble statue he fought mere seconds before.

“ Ya never did answer my question, and I never caughtcha name, either. ”

You stopped in front of him, eyes meandering about as you contemplated a response.

“ It’s Y/N. ”

“ Nothin’ special, just Y/N—ouch! ”

You laid a playful hit into his arm, sticking out your tongue and blowing raspberries at his comment.

“ Hey, my name is special! And yeah, I’m not some nutjob like you, mister Red Reign. ”

“ Oh, fair. ”

He clicked his tongue, and you both shared a bout of laughter before he gestured to the villain.

“ I’ve gotta haul him in, wanna come with? Y’know, to unstonify him? ”

With a shrug, you grabbed his arm and swung up to neatly sit on his shoulder. Patting his shoulder, you crossed your legs and purred.

“ Lead the way. ”

Raph began to expect your company, whether on casual patrols or in the heat of battle. He had began to see you as a hero, perhaps even a spotty sidekick, over time. That assumption only served to get him hurt in the end though, when you stared him down on the other end of justice’s stick.

“ Y/N, what are ya doin’?! ”

He hissed, grabbing your arm and gripping it solidly as you attempted to slip away. Over time, he had become far too accustomed to your stone swimming ability to let you get the upper hand on him. Planted, you tugged a few times before looking to glare at him.

“ My job, Raph, now let GO! ”

His other hand shot out, grabbing your free hand to try and wrestle its contents out.

“ Ya can’t do this, Y/N, we need to confiscate all Kraang remains fer public safety! ”

You squirmed away, hold not loosening even a teensy bit on the kraang parts you were trying to swipe. See, a certain weapon-smith in the Hidden City was offering top dollar to whoever could bring him in alien tech, and only a fool would pass up this kind of job.

And you were no fool.

“ What do you take me for, Raph, a hero!? I’m not ONE OF YOU, okay? I never was! Now let me go, or else. ”

Your tone grew dark, as did the gaze you gave him. He faltered, but stood his ground. Your eyes never held such hostility towards him, but then again he never stood in the way of your antics. So, since he hadn’t let go, your other hand latched onto his wrist and held on tight as marble started to climb and cover his wrist, arm, then shoulder.

His eyes followed the creeping material stiffening his body, then locked with yours. They swirled with an emotion that caught you off guard, but nothing could have prepared you for his response. Meridian eyes, glistening with threatened tears peered into your shaky hues, pleading goodness. It was a silent ask for mercy.

“ Y/N… Don’t do this, please. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Heroics were not your thing at all. If anything, you and your friends constantly joked that you’d be a villain way before you were ever a hero, so how did you end up becoming a vigilante for New York’s evil-doers? Why, it was such a silly reason, truly. Not a soul would ever know the real reason—well, except for you, of course. Mystic abilities were something you knew in and out, partly due to it being an innate part of you.

You were born half of a magical being, the child of a human and a yokai. Your father would have loved to see you become a protector, to use your magic to protect other humans like your mother, but unfortunately he didn’t live to see it happen, and you had sworn off that kind of responsibility. Far too much to weigh in your shoulders! You, a protector of the city? Depended on by all those people? Never in your wildest dreams would you have stepped up to such a role.

That is, until you found yourself on the receiving end of a vigilante’s help. It was during the threat of apocalypse when you met him, a mutant clad in purple with the signature of mystic enchantment. When the alien goo had set its sights on you, seconds from engulfing you and possessing you to become one of the mindless soldiers to the invaders, it was the turtle boy who slammed down with his purple magic who saved you. And, well, could anyone blame you for falling in love?

The way his freehand took yours, hoisting you up as though you were as light as a feather, holding you behind him while his other hand masterfully wielded a technologically improved Bo. How he swept you up, immediately taking you to safety—and not even leaving once he dropped you off! He let you down and turned his focus to some device adhered to his forearm, asking you all sorts of questions for your well-being.

At the end of it all, he had but one simple question for you, and that was “ are you okay? ” With your nod, he disappeared off into the night, likely to save other cityfolk in just as much danger, but god had you felt so special in that moment.

So much so that you longed to encounter him again, thus going against your own ruling against heroism.

And boy had it paid off.

“ Doooonnnniiiieeeee, there’s no way Fun-Gus is going to be right here in exactly, what, 3 minutes? ”

“ Have faith, dearest Illusori, by my calculations Fun-Gus will land right there in, correction, 2.43 minutes—not 3. ”

He gave you a sly smirk, knowing it irked you whenever he was technical with small details, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one of his cute traits. Plus, he was usually always right. As you both waited in place for the fungal mutant to touch down, a timer ticked away on his device—juuuuust in case his calculations were off.

“ Fun Gus appears on the scene! ”

Roared the mushroom villain as he hit the pavement, right as an alarm went off.

“ Called it! ”

“ Ugghhhh, annoyed sigh! ”

You groaned, snickering at the playful glare he gave for your copying of his little “ saying the action aloud ” habit.

“ Whatever, copycat, you know the plan! ”

He kicked off, lunging towards the villain, while you nodded, determined to execute your part ever so perfectly! He might even just give you praise…

Ah, wait, don’t get off topic! Focus, that’s your cue! With closed eyes, the world drowned out around you as magic welled at your fingertips. You could feel the power surging through your veins, tingling with so much pressure that it was almost a bit overstimulating, but onwards you pushed. Soon, an illusion would seep into Gus’ perception, duplicating Donnie’s image around him and amplifying the mystic display of his own magic.

Of course, only one of the Donnie’s was real, since your magic could only play illusion-based tricks.

Just as powerful, though. Especially on victims who had no clue of your ability.

“ Whether there’s five or a thousand of you, turtle, you can’t defeat me! ”

Annoyed, Gus slammed his palms into the ground and forced dozens of mushrooms to sprout up—all surging towards Donnie. With one slow rotation of your hand, the mushrooms vanished from sight, further confusing the villain as he stumbled back, dumbfounded.

“ Huh—what? Where—“

He glanced up as the Donnie Duplicates closed in, all syncing into one as he landed a heavy hit into the mushroom’s cheek. He rolled and tumbled a bit, instantly rendered unconscious, thus cuing your part to drop the illusion. The world around you three warbled and popped, revealing a mushroom-covered space.

“ If you give me a couple more minutes, I can come up with a great mushroom pun for this! ”

Trotting up to his side, unceremoniously stomping a couple ‘shrooms on the way, you have a cheeky grin as your partner in crime groaned at the thought.

“ No, no, no, no, nope, not happening. I’m going to ensure you do NOT get the chance to make any sorts of puns. ”

Donnie crouched down, plucking a few mushrooms from the villain’s face, then dropping them into a vial.

“ Are you spore you want to be that close to him? ”

“ That was terrible. ”

Crouching beside him, you smiled fondly at the slight grin he gave to a “ terrible joke ”. Reaching forward, you poked his cheek lightly and he pulled away with an ever-growing grin as he swatted your hand back.

“ Ah, but who still smiled? ”

“ An unimportant observation! ”

You had snuck your way into Donnie’s heart, securing your part as “ Patrol Partner ”.

But, as charming as you were as his vigilante plus one, no one could blame either of you for wanting more. There had been plenty of times, as the two of you readied to part for the night, that you yearned to reach out, grab his hands, and go “ hi, my name is Y/N, and i really want to go on a date with you! ”

and just as many times had Donnie needed to resist pulling your retreating form back, locking eye contact, and requesting that you become more than a patrol partner.

Luckily, that stage had been set on the night of a particularly uneventful patrol that landed you both in a prime location usually used for couples bonding. Following a trail that turned into a dead end, you both lingered at a clearing where the trees perfectly framed what might have been the only part of the city where the stars were visible.

“ … Illusori? ”

“ Mm? ”

You perked up, turning to see him completely enraptured by the view. He leaned back to sit in the grass, and you followed suit almost instantly. Soon, you were both laid back, watching the stars twinkle. Silence tiptoed around you both for a few seconds before he finally breathed in deeply and exhaled.

“ Who are you, really? ”

This was the moment you had been waiting for all this time, and yet here you were, at a loss for words. Before awkwardness could plateau, you glanced at him, then sat up. Propped up by one of your arms, you leaned over him and hesitated. As Illusori, your magic would play its part by also hiding your identity behind disguise, but this was your chance to finally drop that disguise and potentially become closer to the one who started this whole “ vigilante double life ” to begin with…

So, taking your own deep breath, you gave a wonky smile.

“ That depends, can I request ‘Mrs. Donatello’ as an acceptable response? ”

“ … ”

With widened eyes, Donnie averted his gaze and looked everywhere but you. Nervousness crept up your throat as he began gesturing with one hand while the other laid behind his head as a pillow.

“ Y—Ahem, you may, if only I can request permission to see you beneath the mask. ”

“ Only if I can see you. ”

“ What? My mask—it hides nothing! ”

He shot up, completely taken off guard by your request, but loosened up as your laughter indicated that was sarcasm. With a twirl of your hand, the magic hiding away your true appearance slipped away, and all he could do was stare. Wide-eyed, he soon broke the silence with a whistle.

“ Wow, you’re… ”

You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his gaze on you softened with a heart wrenching smile. God you were in love with him.

[thetrophyhusband]

❤️💌🎞 for Ash Williams and Coach Boomer...

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

For Ash and Comet, they are VERY popular with the yaoi enthusiasts. Almost as much as they like Ash x Herbert West. Same with Coach Boomer and the school librarian Bellamy Battle.

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Ash and Comet - Two idiot losers in love who think they’re way cooler than they really are.

Boomer and Bellamy - They’re very much jock x nerd, and the fandom taps into that fully.

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

OH I LOVE THIS QUESTION.

Anything involving peril for either ship. They both have their fair share of saving each other’s hides. But specifically with Boomer and Bellamy, it’s any time Boomer visits the library, the fandom argues he has no reason to go there other than to see Bellamy!

[lady-of-the-spirit]

🥤💌🍄🦷🎨

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

if you're a fan of Disney Descendants you cannot go wrong with @dani-luminae because first of all, their ocs are amazing, and second of all their fics are FANTASTIC and if you are salty towards everything that followed the first movie, all those issues are addressed in several of their works.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

personal email: 367

fanfic email: 119

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

tendonna, Donna definitely had her "oh shit I love him" moment in the Library when she saw how River was acting with Ten. Like Donna's watching River getting all close to the doctor, putting her hand on his face, and is seething on the inside.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

if you have to do something you're nervous about, just say/shout "fuck it fuck it fuck it" as many times as you need before you have to go do it.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

HMMM okay so I'm linking 2 (i'd like 3 but alas the third one is triggering, not safe for work and not available on the internet anymore I just have it saved to my computer)

THIS fanart of a fanfic where Zuko takes care of a toddler for a day. Zuko's look of dread as he thinks he is now responsible for a child he is under no obligation to care for in contrast to the baby's excited little face. and the softness of Zuko with a baby on his lap, just chilling. softness. love it.

and THIS fanart of Anakin and Padme being silly together. they are my babies. they deserved to make each other laugh till the cried not just. cry.

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