#r/s fanfiction

[mariespen]

➸ Career Day

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

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Flyers had been handed out to every student, emails sent out, and reminders posted on the school page. To say the least, career day was quickly becoming a persistent burden. While it’s a first grade tradition in Cambridge County to host parent-involved career days, there’s only been three adults to sign up for your class. The fear of letting down your students creeped in the back of your mind as you worked late at the school, brainstorming new approaches or ways of persuasion.

Rafe, just having gotten off of his day shift as the county sheriff, was at home trying to wrangle your eldest and youngest sons, Oliver and Lucas, into their pjs. Samantha, your shy middle child daughter, was curled up in her room re-reading “Stellaluna” to her stuffed animals. A sight that would normally melt Rafe’s heart and instantly persuade him to sit next to her and listen, but not tonight. With Lucas chasing after his older brother, Rafe was struggling without your comforting household presence. After a particularly difficult day, he knew better than to take it out on his precious kids. So, his guard was down. Unfortunately, your three beautiful children took quick advantage of his exhaustion.

When you finally walked into your cozy home at 7pm, the smell of Oliver’s favorite pizza hit you like none other. Your nose scrunched as you hung up your bag and took off your shoes before walking to the kitchen and strangely spotting nothing but an open box of pizza and estranged juice pouches. With a dramatic eye roll, you made your way to the living room. 

Rafe was sitting on the couch, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion as he fought sleep to scold Oliver when he tried to take Lucas’s juice. Samantha was perched in his lap, pizza sauce faintly lining the corner of her mouth as she watched the TV with wide eyes, enjoying the princess show that Rafe put on just for her. Obviously, against the protest of your two boys.

You slowly creeped behind Rafe, letting yourself sink into the comforting feeling of being surrounded by your family. Your husband didn’t notice your presence until you ran a soft hand through his buzzed hair. He twitched awake, reluctantly pulling his back off the couch before excitedly getting up, realizing his wife was finally home.

“Hi baby..” You mumbled, smiling as he approached you with open arms.

“Hey..” He responded groggily, picking you up easily and hugging you tightly to his chest.

“Mommy!” Lucas called from his place on the floor beside the coffee table.

Before you could greet them, Rafe set you down and let your three kids hug your legs tightly.

“Hi babies! How are you?” You asked, kneeling down and hugging each one of them.

Their answers were jumbled with tired excitement, each kid calling out different events of their days. Rafe’s hand made its way to your back in a comforting gesture. He could feel the stress of the day pummeling you, so with a quick glance down, he began to round up the house.

“M’kay kids, your mama’s home so it’s time for bed, hm? Let’s go, brush your teeth.” He coaxed, guiding them to the bathroom before kissing you quickly and pointing to your bedroom, a silent gesture meaning ‘it’s okay, I’ve got this.’

“I’ll come say goodnight after you’re all cozy in bed!” You called over your shoulder, gratefully headed to your shared master bedroom.

The organized chaos of bedtime ensued and you visited each of their rooms, kissing their foreheads and letting them rant to you about their overdramatized days. After your rounds, you retreated to the bedroom again, sighing in relief when you saw Rafe sitting at the foot of the bed, putting on his white shirt and pj pants.

“Honey..” He mumbled, standing up and letting you collapse into his body.

“No one signed up..” You said, voice muffled in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sure they will, sweetheart.” He said softly, squeezing you reassuringly.

“Yeah..” You groaned, pulling away to start getting ready for bed yourself.

“This house is hell without you.” Rafe said with a defeated smile.

“Pizza and a TV dinner?” You said, smirking at him before giggling to yourself.

“They convinced me..” He said, scratching the back of his head and following you to the bathroom.

“Wasn’t too hard, surely.” You washed your face, taking the towel from Rafe’s hand as he offered it.

“They know the way to my heart.” Rafe said, smiling again and rolling his eyes playfully.

“Tough days all around?” The grin returned to your face, kissing his cheek softly.

“I could make your day better..” He said, holding out his arms, offering his comfort.

“Tell me more..” You replied, accepting it gratefully.

“I bet I could convince some of the guys at the station to come out for your career thing.” He said, watching for your reaction as he tried his hardest to be helpful. “And me too, of course. What’s a station without a sheriff.”

“Rafe! Really? You’d do that?” You asked, suddenly all giddy smiles.

His heart warmed as he watched your mood flip, suddenly leaving soft kisses on his face and excitedly talking about the rest of your day. Rafe followed you, listening intently as you talked your way through, responding only when he knew you needed the reassurance. That night, he laid in bed with you in his arms, feeling like the luckiest man in the world as he brainstormed which of his men he would send to your energetic classroom.

Part Two coming soon!

[ed3lsgard]

ok no one asked for this BUT. i wanted to share some of my fav markhellyna and some hellyna fics bc ive read almost all of them. this will kinda be like an ultimate collection, so its a long list!

(all rated E for smut and etc)

(beware for dead dove content)

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missing me?

Helena Eagan, leader in waiting to Lumon Industries is missing, presumed dead.

So why does Mark see her constantly?

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say yes to heaven

Professor Mark Scout meets a 26 year old grad student Helena at a Ganz fundraiser.

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the you inside of you

Helly speaks before she can think. “Fuck you.” But it isn’t enough. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, the rage in her belly shifting into something more, unnameable almost.

“You really are such a fucking brat, aren’t you?”

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Helena Eagan discovers that reintegration has some...side effects.

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hit me harder (i’m getting re-wired)

To an innie that has only ever experienced the sterile fluorescent lights and the dull electrical hum of the Lumon office, every sensation is new and exciting. Even pain. Especially pain.

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deja-vu

What’s one I need you text between sisters after five years of radio silence? The catalyst for an impromptu nightclub visit, apparently.

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blessed are the broken

Helena Eagan has never known desire—that is, until she steps into Father Mark Scout’s chapel.

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two minds

Helena Eagen has always been polished, poised, perfect. In control.

Helly R. changes things.

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a helping hand

Helly's been in the bathroom for 30 minutes. Mark offers to help her out.

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plaything

Helly R wants to quit. Why would Helena do that? She’s having too much fun with her.

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axis & allies

The girl doesn’t move. Mark looks at her funny.

“I’m Helly,” she says.

“Uh, hi, Helly. Why are you sitting on my desk?”

Quiet laughter. Helly slips from the surface, extending a hand he has to cross the room to shake.

“Helly R—your TA?”

Six months after the death of his wife, Mark returns to Ganz.

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drowning on dry land

A grieving Helly and the MDR team chart a path forward after the events of the ORTBO.

Meanwhile, Mark Scout reintegrates, setting himself on a collision course with Helly, a woman he’s never met but can’t stop dreaming about.

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snare

After the restaurant, Mark takes Helena on a drive.

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soft as sin

Recently promoted Mark Scout attends his first end of quarter celebration at the Eagan estate and meets a young woman that he’d like to know more about.

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amomaxia

Mark and Helena nasty drunk hookup

Set after they meet at the Chinese restaurant, of course.

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sleeping (with the enemy)

Helly had only been able to hate Helena when she was a faraway concept. When their lives were interwoven this way, she couldn’t ignore the way the feeling morphed.

For the first time, Helly was angered by the fact that she didn’t know Helena. In another world, any other set of circumstances, maybe they could have been friends.

If she fucked herself, was she fucking Helena, too?

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sick as it sounds

Mark meets Helena months before his innie gets brained by Helly R. He's gonna need a lot more bandaids.

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5 times helly asked mark to reintegrate (and the 1 time she didn’t)

When Lumon is shut down, reintegration is offered as standard to all of its previous employees. Mark Scout isn’t sure he wants to reintegrate, in fact, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to. Helly will just have to do her best to convince him otherwise.

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a circle in salt

She goes up wanting him and comes down wanting him. It’s something she cannot fathom living without.

(moments in between)

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hey there, you on the table

“You’re going to lie down on the table. In there. Then you’re going to take your clothes off and touch yourself while I watch.”

Struggling to find somewhere private and desperate to fuck each other, Mark and Helly end up back in the conference room where they first met.

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brief hold, please

Helly comes into work with a hickey. Mark is distracted.

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drink the honey

Mark and Helly make use of their Hall Passes to explore more of the severed floor, eventually stumbling upon a hidden lab. Mark gets afflicted by one of the strange chemicals in the lab, and the only cure available is Helly…

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freaky friday

When Reghabi floods the chip in Mark’s brain, the severance barrier is disturbed. What happens when Mark Scout wakes up on the severance floor?

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yours, mine, ours

Alone in his bed, Mark dreams of them. Helena and Helly, together. Wanting him. Wanting each other. In the quiet hush of his dream, he finally stops choosing.

-x-

Or. A deleted dream scene from missing me ch.13. Can be read as a stand alone piece.

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pas de deux

Mark Scout accepts a teaching position at the Myrtle Eagan Ballet Academy; Helena Eagan's attendance might make things complicated.

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outside with you

Something goes wrong with their chips, causing Mark and Helly to wake up outside of work.

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wedge

This sudden, suffocating need to be near Helly. To touch her. To hold her in ways that were intimate. Wrong. The kind of closeness she could only fantasize about in secret.

—

The Eagan twins attend the Myrtle Eagan School For Girls

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tame your tempers, soothe your soul

Woe. Malice. Dread. Frolic.

Four tempers, one for each combination of the splintered lovers, drawn together time after time.

Post season 2. Mark S, Helly R, Mark Scout and Helena Eagan reckon with the splintered, four-hearted thing they have become.

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phantoms

A week after the events of the S2 finale, Mark Scout attempts to put together the pieces of his life. An added complication? He's still reintegrating, dreaming in Mark S.'s memories, and attempting to ignore the fact that his innie is trying to tell him something

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(never) break the chain

Mark offers to meet with Helena to discuss his experience with the overtime contingency. Reintegration has other plans for him.

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i wanna take you to euphoria

As a recreational drug, ether is inhaled for its intoxicating effects, causing euphoria, sedation, and hallucinations. The user may experience distorted thinking, euphoria, and visual and auditory hallucinations at higher doses.

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doubles

“We know each other down there, don’t we?” He asks, but he doesn’t phrase it like a question. Doesn't see the point, not when they both already know the answer.

Helena’s face flickers. For a second, she almost looks rattled, and hides the rest of her reaction behind a sip of whiskey. The bottle clinks in the silence that stretches, her hand slowly falling away from the counter.

“We do.” She eventually says.

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her favorite color

She was a bottomless pit of hunger — for freedom, vengeance. Destruction. She chewed through everything Helena gave her and spat it back out. It wasn’t enough to be given a body. A life. A clean slate. Free of the memories that would make her truly hollow. Nothing was enough.

Helly wanted to burn the whole house down, and Helena was locked in the basement.

or: helena wears a yellow dress to lift helly's spirits

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bitter honey, sweet sickness (hellyna dead dove)

When she visibly reacts to the inappropriate touch, her mother glowers at her through the mirror. It’s like being scolded by herself, watching in third person the exact type of shame she should have felt to do what she did in the first place. Her hand inches higher, and Helly squeaks. Mother, she means to say, but that’s not what comes out.

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office hours

“All administrators, faculty, and staff are prohibited from unethical or inappropriate fraternization with students, including, but not limited to, dating, pursuing a date, having or pursuing a romantic or sexual relationship with students.”

It’s literally in the handbook - written, signed, and stamped.

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reading together

Mark and Helly find some interesting contraband in Milchick's office.

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puzzle pieces

Professor Scout attends his first faculty mixer in 3 years, with his arm curled around the lower back of his hot, young, scandalously dressed new wife, Helly.

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heat lightning

“Mark.” She murmurs, her voice echoing. The tap drips.

She’s so alive, he thinks. So, so alive.

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Post s2e10 Cold Harbour

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miss eagan

The executive floor was dark except for a thin slice of light spilling from Helena’s office, pooling in the otherwise dim hallway. A trap laid out, just for him.

She looked different at night. He noticed the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The soft smudge of mascara beneath one of them, barely noticeable unless you were looking closely. She didn’t look sloppy. Just real. And somehow more dangerous for it.

—

Helena Eagan gets a hot young intern

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part of you knew

Mark’s had an inkling- the way Helly gravitates towards encouragement is something that he’s just filed off as endearing in his head. But it’s slotting into place now, the actual weight of it. Helly really, really likes being complimented.

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and those wedding bells were ringing out our fate

“Maybe it’s each other. That’d be a hoot.”

And what if it was?

(Or, based on that exchange and the fact that they had considered making them spouses on the outside, Mark and Helena are married. How’s that going?)

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they really are rutting

His back is against the shelf and his front is just an inch away from Helly. He’s hard, rock hard the exact words for it and-

His hips stutter forward, hitting Helly’s stomach, just above her waist. Mark moans at the contact, snapping himself back against the wall with wide eyes.

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Set after Mark shreds Petey's map in The You You Are.

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tie break

Mark runs his thumb up the line of her jaw, and takes a long look at her, in a way that she knows he’s about to say something stupid. “What?” She almost laughs, her voice breathy and quiet.

“Your boyfriend’s gonna kill me.” He jokes, and god he’s so fucking stupid, her face splits into a grin, then a barely restrained laugh. She leans back in, brushes her lips against his.

"Better make it count, then, Scout."

[jasminerva]

c o n t r a i l s - “Let go for me,” (loosen the rain)

Inspired by this muy delicioso shower art by Q_Q1110. I still cry about it. [Edit: New link - asked Q-nim to repost - her acct got suspended by fvcking X] Also, I shared my fic with her and we squeed together~! 🙈

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Nagumo Yoichi x f!Reader | 5.3k words | Tags: shower sex, PWP, porn w/ feelings, established relationship, happy endings (wink-wonk), smut Content Warnings: blurry shower smex gif below the read more (it's one of the positions written - which I had to include in the chapter itself thanks to the hot af gif!), explicit descriptions, peen to vagine sex, unprotected sex (assume a different kind of birth control other than condoms are used).

( read on AO3 - only excerpt below )

Rain dripped from your coat as you stepped inside Nagumo’s condo, your body shivering slightly from the cold. Outside, the storm was relentless, leaving you soaked and chilled to the bone.

In contrast, his home was warm—comfortingly so—and as you shrugged off your damp jacket, you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief, knowing that he was waiting.

The place was unusually quiet, a rarity considering his usual chaotic energy. Your subordinates at the JAA had been chasing him down for days, needing his signature on an important document, but—true to his nature—he’d been deliberately elusive.

After they’d had no luck, it had gone up the food chain to you. You were the one who had to track him down, knowing full well that a straightforward interaction was unlikely.

Now, standing in his living room, you heard the faint sound of water cascading in the shower.

Figures. He always had a flair for timing.

Rolling your eyes, you moved further into the penthouse and towards his bathroom, a thin stack of papers tucked under your arm.

Nagumo had a habit of brushing off anything that didn’t immediately entertain him, and by now, you’d learned to navigate his games. Still, this felt deliberate—like he was enjoying watching you chase after something he could’ve handled in five minutes.

As you approached the shower door, the glass was fogged, revealing nothing but a silhouette on the other side. 

You paused for a second, debating whether or not to knock. But before you could, you heard him.

“You’re not going to just stand there, are you?” his voice came through the mist, playful and teasing as always.

Of course. This was his plan all along.

You exhaled, mentally bracing yourself. "I’m not leaving until you sign these documents. Now, Nagumo.”

There was a soft laugh behind the glass, and you saw the blurred shape of his hand moving. Then, a motion. 

Nagumo wiped his hand across the misted glass, revealing his face and that familiar smirk, water dripping from his hair. He didn’t say anything. Instead, with a single finger, he started tracing something in the condensation. 

Slowly, a heart appeared on the fogged-up surface, drawn with his fingertip, followed by the curve of his mischievous smile.

Your heart gave a little kick of annoyance, but you weren’t going to let him distract you that easily.

( read the rest on AO3 )

Thank you, @dearsecretlover / @toyboxterror for your help with an idea in the fic~! It truly made it so much better!!!

[sjyuns]

ST☆RBOYS ┆ A JAKEHOON COLLECTION

THE RICHEST OF THE RICH! the starboys of decelis have everything they’ve ever needed: wealth, influence, and ultimate power, yet they can’t seem to get the only thing they’ve ever wanted right — love.

DELICATE ┆ A SIM JAEYUN ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! desire and temptation are human’s worst enemies, being told not to do something only make us want it more. when you’re labelled as ‘forbidden’ to jake sim, it does nothing but make you even more desirable.

GENRE! playboy! jake x fem reader, forbidden romance, secret relationship, mutual pining, rich kids in love, family rivalry, fluff, angst, TBA

READ HERE TEASER

HEAVENLY ┆A PARK SUNGHOON ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! park sunghoon has put a curse on you after smashing you heart into a million pieces — that you’d never be able to find anyone comparable to him. and now he’s back, cocky and flirty as ever to prove that he’s the only one you’d ever need.

GENRE! playboy! sunghoon x fem reader, kiss his face with an uppercut romance, exes to lovers, fake dating, mutual pining, rich kids in love, fluff, angst, TBA

READ HERE TEASER

MIKAELA’S i love rich playboys too much. red flag? well too bad red is my favourite colour. coming soon! i hope ( maybe by their birthdays?)

TAGLIST? if you want to be tagged, drop an ask or reply on which member you want to be tagged for! @seongclb this is for you bae

© SJYUNS

[rsbigbang]

Hello Bangers!

It's finally time! Sign ups for the R/S Big Bang 2025 are OPEN!

You'll be hearing more from us in the coming days, but for now you can find all of our relevant info on our Tumblr (for easy access, here are links to our rules, schedule, and FAQ).

If you're not yet familiar with a Big Bang, here's a quick rundown: The goal is to bring authors, artists, and betas together to create content for a community and ship we love so much. First, authors will write fics (20-100k words in length) with the help of a beta reader (you may join the fest with a beta reader, or one will be assigned to you). Then, authors will be paired with artists, who will create two art pieces related to the fic. Since this is an R/S big bang, all pieces should feature end game Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black). As a quick note, you can sign up for the fest as an author and a beta, but not as a beta and artist, or as an author and artist. See deadlines below, and use the respective form to sign up!

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[theladydi]

someone needs to send her the links of missing me and blessed are the broken

[hayleythesugarbowl]

CHANDLER HCS PLEASE 🙏😭 i know you have some pretty popular Joey hcs and i would love some for Chandler Bing i love him so much thank you in advance

chandler bing x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • f•r•i•e•n•d•s masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: happy to give you the chandler content you deserve. i imagine this to take place in s1. hope you enjoy!! 💌🍒

edit!! i changed the picture because i found a more aesthetic one lol but same post 😌

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dating chandler would include…

so when he first saw you he thought you were way out of his league 

but joey convinced him to ask you out 

and you found his awkwardness adorable 

but you had to say ‘yes, I’ll go out with you’ a few times before he believed you 

‘are you sure? because don’t worry if you’re rejecting me, i’m good at this part.’

he took you to an aquarium for your first date because he had free tickets

(‘you know, i’ve never really seen the appeal of these things. i mean, do you think in another world fish go pay to see us walk around in our homes?’ you laughed at that.)

and one of the tanks broke and soaked you both

after giving you his jacket and walking you back to your apartment he said:

‘let me guess, you’ll call me?’

‘what? you think one wet, fishy date is going to stop me from seeing you again?’

‘from your tone im guessing no, in which case I’m thrilled and I’ll call you as soon as i get to my apartment.’

you kissed him as he stood there blushing 

and you were all he could talk about for weeks. 

he found ways to bring you up in every conversation 

‘speaking off coffee, you know (y/n)…” 

he loves cuddling with you

and watching tv in his chair together

which started because joey didn’t want anyone else siting in his chair 

he brags about you all the time to his friends

joey flirts with you whenever you go back to chandler’s apartment 

but it’s all in good fun and joey is thrilled to see chandler so happy 

chandler asks you for fashion advice constantly 

‘ok be honest: do i look like my grandmother in this?’

he gets so easily flustered like 😫 ajhfsfagajslf 

‘you’re so sexy’

‘i—you—you think I’m sexy? i mean, um, i—i just made it un-sexy didn’t i?’

he even quit smoking for you 

he needs reassurance that you love him and that he’s good enough for you all the time 

when you’re at work or he’s at work he calls you literally every hour just to say ‘hi’

he asks rachel and monica and phoebe for advice on how to please you 

you become really close with all of his friends and they love you so much 

chandler can always make you smile or laugh even on your worst days 

and he enjoys doing so

you play with his hair all the time

‘my parents? are you sure we don’t want to go see your family for the holidays?’

he said i love you first 

and then panicked that you weren’t going to say it too, as he tried to backtrack 

but you assured him that you loved him so much 

when you first started going out, he knew that he really liked you 

but as time went on he found himself falling more and more in love with you 

and that scared him 

until he realized that he was ready. that he wanted to be in a long-term relationship with you

maybe spend the rest of his life with you 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted. i love writing for chandler so much. also rip matthew perry 🤍

[the-dragon-hearted]

MORE low-budget memes for the fanfiction

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

a smattering of severance fanfics!

wanted to but felt weird about doing a self-promo of my severance fics, so i figured i would mix them up with recs written by some friends/mutuals/general fics I'm obsessed with! please note that unlocked AO3 fics are indicated with a *; all others are locked! I'm not including tags for space reasons so please make sure to check them before continuing! <3

and i've been mourning you (since the day i met you) - me!, 1.2k words, gemma/mark, pre-canon

Great War historians and Russian literature professors are pretty comfortable around the topic of death, until it's inescapable.

dreams of yesteryear - cassiandor, 50k words, gemma/mark, AU

Gemma C. wakes up on a conference table.

Knife At My Throat*- @gemmafuckingscout, 10k words (unfinished), gemma/helena, post-S2

A year after the season 2 finale, Helena and Gemma are still picking up the pieces of their life. But when Gemma unknowingly matches with Helena on a dating app, things couldn’t possibly end well.

All of Me, Loves All of You* - @muse-of-fire, 3k words, gemma/mark, post-S2

Ms. Casey and Mark S. wake up in bed together.

two bats out of hell* - me!, 900 words, gemma & devon, S2E10 missing scene

She’s so caught up in the pain of not breathing that it takes her a second to recognize that the lump against the emergency exit door four floors down – it’s Gemma. It’s Gemma in that beautiful long peacoat she’s always envied, huddled in the fetal position against the door, one hand still clutching the French door handle. Her left arm is pulled around her knees and her hair is plastered to her face. She looks like she’s been crying.

alas, I cannot swim* - me!, 1.5k, helly r./mark s., gemma/mark, mark s. & helly r. & ms. casey, S2E10 fix-it ("fix it")

It was in character for Helly to choose herself - choose Mark - at the end of S2E10. It would have also been in character for her to choose Mark Scout's happiness.

buzz cut season - me!, 5k words, gemma/mark, helena/gemma, post-S2 (quasi-continuation of alas, I cannot swim)

Post S2E10, Gemma tries to come to terms with her new freedom and the family that fell apart without her. That also means coming to terms with Helena Eagan.

I Was Just Wondering If You'd Come Along* - @whoreiorcats , 7k words, gemma/helena, post-S2

Gemma is back, but nothing is the same. All she has left of her husband are the keys to his car and the knowledge that another version of him is seeing a version of Helena Eagan. She has to see her, too.

Outside with You* - MadamDarcy, 39k words (unfinished), helly r./mark s., helena eagan/mark scout

Something goes wrong with their chips, causing Mark and Helly to wake up outside of work.

to be given a body* - me!, 23k words, ms. casey/mark scout, gemma/mark

Orpheus guides Eurydice out first. OR: AU where Lumon is less competent than usual and Mark S. saves Ms. Casey.

i never sought to love you - me! 5k words (unfinished), gemma/mark, gemma/helena, pre-canon

Pre-canon, the fall before Gemma's disappearance - a year after their last IVF treatment, Gemma decides to pop into a local perinatal loss support group on a whim. There she meets Helly Riggs, a beautiful and equally awkward outsider who listens to her and sees her in a way Mark hasn't in a long time. Helena's motive for meeting Gemma becomes complicated as she wrestles with her duty to Lumon and her father vs. her first sincerely intimate relationship.

[m00neroni]

@wolfstarmicrofic || 21st of November || The Tunnel to Hogsmeade || 457 words || ao3 post

It was fruitless. Remus knew it was, and he had told Dumbledore. Roaming the halls in search of Sirius Black, especially when he had been already able to escape unseen once, was stupid. Well, unseen if you didn't count poor Ron Weasley, who still looked a bit pale even a fortnight later.

There was no way Sirius was still in the castle, and he would be incredibly stupid if he tried to attack the tower again. And, well, the man could be an insane murderer, but he was also the smartest among them.

So, fruitless.

Still, Remus complied and agreed to walk the corridors he knew like the back of his hand. The objective was to find Sirius before he tried killing someone again, of course. Nothing else. Remus was just following orders. Always the soldier. The Dumbledore's Man. Protecting the castle, the students, Harry.

Or, that was what he told himself as he adjusted his robes, ignoring the hope building up in the middle of his chest with the idea of seeing Sirius just once again.

It was absolutely not there.

The third-floor corridor looked calm enough the fourth time Remus walked it, as expected a night in the middle of November. But, just as he was approaching the One-Eyed Witch once again, Remus saw it. It was just a second, a glimpse of orange fluff he remembered it belonged to a certain animal-pet. It disappeared behind the statue and, unless Hermione's missing cat was secretly a ghost, there was only one place it could have gone.

Well, fuck.

Remus took a deep breath, feeling a thick bead of sweat trailing down his back despite the freezing cold; his mouth went dry and his heartbeat quickened as he closed the distance in five long strides.

Murmuring the well-known spell he hadn't used in more than fifteen years, the Professor watched the statue open again and squirmed through the small gap, entering the passage.

The scent was familiar as always: chocolate, dampness and thick dust. It was safe, at first, until he caught what he had missed at first. Sweat, soil, smoke and sandalwood. It was different, thicker, more mature, but still too recognisable for his liking.

And then Remus saw him. He was still incredibly tall, his hair was longer than before, reaching a waist that looked too thin, his shoulders less broad, less firm. He turned around the nearest curve, with a fluffy orange cat on his feet and what Remus could swear was a cocked head in his direction, a familiar gesture. His voice was the same too, baritone, deep, hoarser than twelve years before but sending the same shiver down his spine it did back then.

"Oh, Moons. You came back to me."

[mariespen]

➸ Parent-Teacher Disaster

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

➸ Masterlist!

Requests open!

When an aggressive parent-teacher conference ruins your night, Rafe is always there to ground you. Warnings: Swearing, panic attack. Hurt/Comfort!

Late nights in your cozy first-grade classroom almost always meant one thing: parent-teacher conferences. Your eyes fought to stay awake as the final group walked in. With a bright, false smile, you greeted Salish and Nevan Hillian, the parents of Noah.

Noah was generally shy and quiet, but he got good grades and interacted well when asked to. In all reality, you weren’t concerned about the meeting.

However, your heart sped up when you noticed their body language—stiff, closed-off, practically radiating irritation.

Hesitantly, you forced your polite facade back on.

“Good evening! I’m Mrs. Cameron, and you must be Salish and Nevan Hillian!” you said, standing up from your desk, reaching out eagerly to shake their hands.

“Mhm.” Salish barely acknowledged you, her grip weak, her expression unreadable.

You swallowed hard, convincing yourself that they were just tired. Maybe they forgot to cancel and begrudgingly showed up anyway.

“Okay! Noah is really doing amazing in class—he’s ahead of the curve and is such a genuine little boy. Is there anything specific you’d like to go over?” You kept your tone professional, graceful, as you all returned to your seats—Salish and Nevan sitting stiffly across from you.

Salish’s lips pursed before she finally spoke, her voice sharp.

“Your methods of teaching are an utter disappointment.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You sat frozen, stunned, as humiliation crawled up your spine.

“Noah is the smartest kid I’ve ever met in my life, and that’s purely because I made it that way,” she continued, her words laced with condescension. “You have no urgency with his education. He needs to be catered to.”

She was raising her voice now, her tone growing sharper. You struggled to choke back the inevitable tears stinging at your eyes.

“I’m so sorry you’re disappointed in the curriculum, ma’am. However—”

She cut you off with an aggressive flick of her hand.

“Shut up about that. This is your fault.”

A loud thump rang through your ears as she slammed a thick folder onto your desk. Papers spilled out, disorganized, demanding attention.

“Inside here, I have exactly how you should be teaching my son. I made it all myself.” A smirk pulled at her lips, as if she was proud of herself. It made you feel sick. “This is not a suggestion. It’s an expectation.”

You felt paralyzed.

Before you could gather your thoughts, they both stood abruptly. Nevan glanced back at you for a brief second, almost looking apologetic, but Salish was already striding toward the door—leaving him no choice but to follow.

The moment they disappeared, the dam broke.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sat frozen, the weight of their words pressing down on your chest. You had held it together as long as you could.

The walk to your car felt endless. The drive home was worse.

By the time you stepped into your house, the familiar silence told you Rafe had already put the kids to bed. A fresh wave of guilt twisted in your stomach. You stopped outside their rooms, listening to the soft sounds of their breathing, grounding yourself in the innocence of their tiny, sleeping forms.

Then, Rafe’s voice called to you.

“Sweetheart?”

You barely had time to process it before your body gave in.

You stepped into your bedroom, shut the door, and felt your bag slip from your shoulder.

“Rafe…” Your voice cracked.

“How was it?” he asked, toothbrush in hand, looking at you through the bathroom mirror.

Your lips parted, but instead of words, a choked sob escaped.

Your knees buckled before you could stop them.

In an instant, Rafe was there, catching you before you hit the floor.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close as you broke down in his hold. Your body trembled with sobs, breath uneven, as if the room itself was closing in on you.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. I got you,” he murmured against your hair, his hands grounding you, his voice steady against the chaos in your mind.

You gasped for air, struggling to match his breathing, but his warmth—his presence—was enough to start pulling you back.

“M’sorry…” you managed to mumble against his chest.

“Don’t,” Rafe said firmly, but gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Minutes passed before your breathing slowed, the crushing weight easing just enough. When you finally lifted your head, you realized he had moved you onto the bed, his hands still tangled in your hair.

“Honey, tell me,” he urged softly, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

“It was my last conference…” Your voice wavered. “They yelled at me, Rafe. Said I was a disappointment. A bad example.”

Rafe tensed immediately. “Fucking assholes.”

A broken laugh slipped past your lips at his instant response.

“I just… I don’t know what to do.” You swallowed hard. “She gave me a whole binder of separate work and concepts to teach Noah.”

Rafe frowned, trying to recall. “Noah? I thought he was doing great?”

“He is! He’s one of my best-performing students. Apparently, that’s not enough.” Your voice cracked again, frustration seeping through.

Rafe huffed, pulling you even closer. “Sweetheart, you’re amazing at what you do. That woman? She’s crazy. You knowyou’re doing the right thing.”

You sniffled, the knot in your throat loosening slightly.

“It’s okay,” Rafe murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We don’t have to talk. Just rest.”

His fingers played lazily with your hair, his warmth pressing against you like a shield.

And, for the first time that night, you felt safe enough to close your eyes.

[uhhlifeig]

Icicle - Dec. 6th - word count: 325 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Hogwarts grounds looked like a scene from a Christmas card, with snow blanketing the grass and icicles hanging from the eaves of the castle. 

The frosty air nipped at Remus Lupin’s face as he stepped outside, scarf wrapped haphazardly around his neck.

He trod to the Black Lake, enjoying the winter sunshine that shone down, illuminating the snow until it was bright white.

When he arrived at the lake, Sirius was there. He stood with his hands stuffed into his coat pockets, looking out over the scenery. 

"Moony!" His boyfriend called out when he spotted him, grinning.

Remus smiled, walking up to him. "What are you doing out here? It’s freezing, Pads."

"Appreciating the view," Sirius said, sidling up to the werewolf. “It just got a lot better, though."

"Charming," Remus grinned, pulling the older boy even closer into him. Sirius always loved using the dirty blonde as a heat source, as the Black boy always ran cold. Remus was always warm, so it worked out perfectly.

"And why are you here, Moons?"

The scarred boy huffed a laugh. "I was looking for you, git. Prongs wants to go prank Snivellus again."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Sirius asked excitedly. “We can transfigure his socks into ducks, or we can-”

"Well, I was thinking," Remus said, cutting his boyfriend’s eager ranting off. “We could go get some hot chocolate from the elves and cuddle on the couches?”

“Sounds good to me,” the dog animagus replied immediately, grinning broadly. “James can go be sad and lonely and pine after whoever the hell he’s caught up on today. Who is it now?”

The Welsh boy rolled his eyes. "You’re a simp."

"Didn’t deny it. Now, who’s he chasing now? You never answered my question." 

“Wasn’t it… like, Regulus or something? I’m not quite sure.” 

“Oh, Reg won’t like that at all. I think our Jamie has a type, don’t you?”

“Definitely, annwyl. Now, hot chocolate?”

[wrensumbreon]

I haven't wrote fanfic in years, and I've NEVER wrote straight smut but you know damn well I'm in the middle of a mark s/mark scout/helena eagan/helly r double penetration fic 😋😋😋😋😋

[xreaderwrites]

A Little More Time

Pairing: Mark S/Helly R

Summary: Mark and Helly scrape out a life together in the few minutes between now and never.

Tags: fluff, bittersweet, post-S2, it’s not a half-life to them

AN: the final was amazing I just had to write something

Words: 749 | AO3 | Masterlist

Mark gently entwines their fingers and tugs Helly away from the exit. They run. First he’s leading her but she moves so they’re side by side. He doesn’t know where they’re going or what they’ll do. All he knows is that he wants more time. Of this life. Of her. So he runs with her until she starts leading him. 

The path is familiar but he thinks he’s reading it wrong. Surely, they’d had enough of the dead today. But no, Helly leads him to the Perpetuity Wing. Her hand tightens around his when he hesitates. They sprint passed the statues, down the stairs, and a smile starts to curl around his mouth when they stumble out onto a lawn. Helly throws a smile at him over her shoulder and his heart does this full thing he isn’t sure how to handle. They slow to a walk by the time they reach the door. She turns on her heel towards him, her hands still tight in his.

“Honey,” she says and his heart cracks. “Let’s table the coupon talk for now.”

She quirks her eyebrow at him, a question. He nods, eager and excited. They can’t have forever, they probably can’t even have tomorrow, but they have right now. They have this house and each other. What more could he need after a life filled with fluorescents?

“Only if you agree there is no right way to cut coupons,” he says.

“We both know I won’t,” she says as she reaches behind herself and opens the door.

They stumble to the kitchen where their ideas for new dishware get wilder and wilder with every suggestion made. Helly teases him for always getting crumbs in the butter and he teases back about her leaving the every cupboard door open whenever she leaves the room. They fall on the couch and kiss in the living room. Mark promises to record her favourite show and Helly promises to pay full attention to whatever boring documentary catches his interest next. Things get heated on the way to the bedroom, more than a few figurines purposely knocked over on their way, but they do little more than explore. There’s no need to rush. They have all the time in the world to fuck and fight and make up and talk and banter and love and learn how to live a life out in the wide world. Together. Always together.

They end up on a window seat. Helly talks about the weather. How she can’t wait for the warmth to come but she doesn’t mind the need to curl up under blankets together. She speculates how harsh the summer will be, and what they’ll do to avoid the heat, or if they’ll seek it after a long winter. He doesn’t join in this time. He leans back and watches how the light brings out highlights in her hair he’s never been able to see before. How the differently angled light creates new shadows on her face.

“What is it?” she asks curiously, no bantering barb to be found.

“I love you,” he says. Breathes, really.

She softens. Her vulnerable edge has no need to hide behind a hard shell with just the two of them and she leans in to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you too.”

He glows as brightly as the sun.

They stop in the dining room only long enough for Helly to gleefully smash a goat-man statue and Mark its presumed demon spawn. Another sitting room later and Helly is sitting in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. She’s gloating about how this handsome man in a suit managed to woo her in the middle of corporate hell and he’s gloating right back about how a woman’s furious determination changed his entire world. 

“And her beauty, of course,” he adds on to get a snort and light blush.

They’re debating how to redecorate the more boring paintings when it comes to an end. There’s nothing in the drawers, so nothing with any kind of ink, but Helly’s found some sort of decorative thing that should have a sharp enough edge to do what she wants when they hear footsteps pounding against the pavement. His heart drops. Helly steps closer, still wearing that brilliantly soft smile. She holds out her hand to him.

“Ten more minutes?” she asks.

He grins and grabs her hand.

“If that’s what it takes to get to the Equator.”

They run.

[gemmafuckingscout]

AU where Gemma is trans fem and Helena (Hel) is trans masc, and their journey through Hel's major milestones as a trans person. Mark is trans fem too (just in egg form) and supports Helly through the confusion of these milestones on the severed floor.

T4T Gemhelena AND T4T Markhelly yayyyyy

[scaredstupid]

Just a Toy

Summary: Local asshole who hates everything discovers he has a soft spot for the town seamstress. (my first (public) selfship fic!!! i worked so hard on this i hope y'all like it 😭)

At the far end of town, there sat a stately mansion atop a hill. And in that mansion, there lived a man by the name of Barnaby.

He lived completely alone, and never had much company save for the two goons he had hired to assist him in his very illegal schemes - but he liked it that way.

You see, old Barnaby was as sweet as a snapping turtle and as romantic as a rash. He despised most everything—bright colors, sweet treats, smiling children, happy songs— anything that would bring any normal person joy. For this reason, people tended to avoid talking to him too much.

...that is, most people.

Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Mr. Barnaby, are you home?" a familiar, sweet-sounding voice called. "I've brought you a little something."

He looked down from his attic window. It was none other than Miss Penny Palette, the local seamstress/painter who had taken a strange liking to him. Perhaps I'll hide and wait until she goes away, he thought.

No, that would never work. She's terribly stubborn. Knowing her, she'll stand there for hours until I come out.

Barnaby sighed and started heading downstairs. "Just a moment," he called.

He opened the front door and sure enough, there was Penny, standing there with a great big grin on her face and her hands behind her back. "Hi, Mr. Barnaby!" she said happily. "How're you doing on this lovely day?"

"Lovely day indeed," he retorted. "Makes me sick. You can come in for a bit, I suppose."

Penny practically skipped inside, still being careful to not reveal whatever it was she was hiding behind her back.

"What do you have there?"

"Oh, you got me!" Penny's grin somehow got even bigger, and she showed him her hands. "I've been working on this all week!"

Resting in her palms was a tiny toy crow, complete with a little top hat. "I made this 'specially for you," she said. "I call him Junior. I hope you like him."

Barnaby was suddenly, uncharacteristically, overcome with emotion. He carefully took the little stuffed bird from her hands and studied it.

"Well?" she asked. "Do you like it?"

He looked at her, then back at the toy. "It's...alright," he said, trying not to let his voice crack. "It should make for a fine decoration up in my attic."

Penny smiled. Coming from him, this was high praise. "Oh, I'm so glad," she laughed a little, "I was scared you weren't gonna like it at all."

The room was comfortably silent for a moment. "Well, uh, I gotta get back to work," said Penny. "I'm sure there's lotsa orders coming in, and you know I can't keep the people waiting!"

As she stepped outside, she turned and waved. "See you later," she said. "I hope I made your day a little brighter."

With this, she shut the door and quickly walked back to her little shop, humming all the while.

Barnaby leaned his back up against the door. He thought about Penny and her sparkly brown eyes. Penny and her sweet smile. Penny and this inexplicable, unprompted act of kindness...

His eyes widened.

To his own shock and horror,

Barnaby had fallen in love.