#terry the terrific fic

[sunday-bug]

Terry the Terrific - The Magic of Yearning

Part 1

DISCLAIMER: I haven't written in 2 years, but this is SO FUN! This is just the beginning. Stay tuned if you like pining, yearning, smut (that lipstick HAS to go somewhere), etc. Also, I named the FMC because it's how I prefer to write fanfics, but I don't mention her appearance much. Self-insert as you wish, lovelies.

Terry stormed out the front door of his mom’s Victorian home, black cape billowing in the breeze behind him. He rushed to the curb and sat down, trying to calm his breathing. His childhood best friend, Howard, was sleeping with his mom. Not just sleeping, but doing freaky shit. Normally he wasn’t one to kink-shame, but it was his mom, for Christ’s sake. No one wants to picture their mom with a ball gag in her mouth. A few teardrops ran down Terry’s face, his frustration manifesting physically. He gently wiped at his cheeks, careful not to smudge his makeup. A screen door slammed nearby, and the sounds of leaves crunched underfoot. In his peripheral vision, he saw a pair of red ballet flats walking to the mailbox next door.

“Terry?” he heard a soft-spoken voice ask. He looked up at the owner of the red ballet flats, taking a few seconds to recognize her face.

“Maggie? Hi,” he smiled bashfully, hoping she couldn’t tell that he’d been crying.

“Yeah, hey. Everything ok?” She asked, collecting the mail from the mailbox.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” he shrugged his shoulders, and stood up from the curb, “What are you doing home?”

“My folks went to check out a retirement cult in Florida, so I’m house sitting and cleaning for the season while they’re gone,” she responded. “I actually didn’t know if your mom still lived here or not,” she said, pointing to his mom’s place. “I haven’t been back in years. I was waiting to get a glimpse of who walked out, but you sitting here kinda answered that question.”

“Yeah, she’s still here,” Terry replied. 

“Well, tell her I say hello. I don’t know if she’ll remember me,” Maggie said.

“Oh, she’ll remember,” he said, eyes raking over her face. 

Maggie smiled, examining Terry’s face. He looked older, more mature. The years that had passed showed up in flashes across his face: a few crow’s feet here, a couple forehead wrinkles there. He’d gotten better at his makeup, especially his eyebrows. She cleared her throat before taking a step back toward her parent’s house, “I should head back inside. I’m working through some of their clutter and don’t want to break my momentum.” 

“Ah, sure,” he said, gesturing back to his mom’s house. “I should head back in, too.”

They both started walking up the paths to their respective childhood homes. As Maggie’s hand wrapped around the doorknob, she stopped, and looked over at the neighboring porch. Terry’s eyes met hers, and she felt her chest jilt. She rushed inside and shut the door quickly behind her, resting her body on the heavy oak frame and sighing. She heard a tinkling noise approaching her, the bell from her cat’s collar the culprit. “Hey, Chaplin, c’mere, boy,” she said, scooping him up into her arms. She carried him to the well-worn couch and plopped down, turning on the TV. She needed to distract herself. The Prestige was playing on cable. She groaned audibly. She turned the channel. The Rocky Horror Picture Show was playing on this one. Dr. Frank-n-Furter was gyrating in his fishnets. Maggie watched intently, analyzing Tim Curry’s makeup. Dr. Frank-n-Furter was one of her first crushes as a child, a fact she has never shared with anyone. Standing up and swaying around the coffee table, Chaplin still in her arms, she started singing along with the movie, “I see you shiver with antici-”

Before she could get the last line out, the doorbell rang, startling her. Chaplin leapt out of her arms and headed for the door. She quickly turned down the volume on the TV and made for the door as well, picking up Chaplin so he didn’t try to escape. She opened the door to find Terry again.

“Hello again,” she said, opening the screen door to him.

“Long time no see,” he replied with a slight smile. “I told my mom you’re back, and she wanted me to ask you to have dinner with us tonight if you don’t have plans. You know Leslie,” he said sheepishly. 

Chaplin meowed and batted playfully at Terry. “Hello,” he said, reaching to pat his head. “What’s his name?” 

Maggie swallowed subtly, “Chaplin.” 

Terry smiled again, “So? Dinner?”

“Yes. Dinner. Leslie, your mom. Um… I just have a bit of work I have to do, and then I think I can make it over.” 

“Housework or work-work?” Terry asked.

Maggie chuckled, “Both, I guess. There’s a guest room I’m nearly done cleaning, but I also have some work-work that I need to finish up. There’s this heavy wooden chest in the guest room I’m in a personal fight with.”

“Want me to take a look?” Terry offered.

“Oh, um, sure,” Maggie replied, “but fair warning: it’s a bit of a mess in here. My parents have accumulated a lot of junk over the years.” She moved to the side to let him walk in. 

Terry glanced around, taking in the space he somewhat remembered as a child. They weren’t best friends, but he and Maggie spent some time together in middle school and early junior high. They were both only children that were into magic tricks and other slightly nerdy hobbies, so they gravitated toward each other like geeky little prepubescent magnets. He spied the muted TV playing Rocky Horror in the living room and smiled to himself. She’s still a weirdo.

“It’s just this way,” she said, traipsing up the old wooden staircase, much like the one in his mom’s house. Family photos lined the walls, starting with baby Maggie at the foot of the stairs. Terry watched her grow up as they ascended to the second floor. The last photo was one of Maggie in a cap and gown, presumably from a college graduation. Terry and Maggie lost touch after junior high, so he filled in the blanks with the photos. 

“Did you study theater like you wanted to when we were kids?” Terry asked, pointing to the graduation photo.

Maggie made a retching noise, “No, I wish. My folks convinced me to go for something more practical, so I got a business degree. Now I work a soul-sucking data analysis job, but I still do improv on the weekends and volunteer at the children’s theater when I can.” 

“You were great at theater,” Terry said, reminiscing on productions long past. 

Maggie walked toward the room on the left, “So, you are obviously doing the magician thing.” She waved a hand at Terry’s painted face. “How’s that going?” 

He shrugged, “Although I love it, it doesn’t pay the bills, so I do freelance work as well. Writing, mostly,” he waved the chit chat away with a hand, “Anyway, where’s this ominous wooden chest?”

Maggie hurried over to the closet, and pointed to the floor, “He’s a thick boy.”

Terry walked over, and picked up the chest with ease, hefting it onto the spare bed. 

“Well, okay… thanks,” Maggie said, slightly exasperated that he made it look so easy.

“What’s in there? Rocks?” Terry asked, pretending to wipe sweat from his painted brow.

“I’m not sure,” Maggie mused. “Let’s find out.” She popped open the trunk more easily than she expected to. “Oh, it looks like more photos of me when I was little. My mom loves taking pictures. She rifled through a handful before gasping.

“TERRY! Oh, my goodness, look how little we were!” She flipped a photo toward Terry, and he saw their 9 year-old faces staring back at him. Maggie is missing two front teeth, and he has a slight tan from spending too much time outside in the sun. Their arms are around each other, and they are both wearing cheap, black polyester magician’s capes and holding wands. Terry is tipping a black tophat toward the camera.

“That was our first day of magic camp. Do you remember?” He asked, looking up at Maggie.

“Of course I do,” she replied. “How could I forget magic camp? I kissed you behind the stage curtain on the last day.” She kept his gaze, and let out a lilting giggle. “The other boys made fun of you because you couldn’t stop blushing when we walked back to our group.” 

Terry ran his hands through his hair nervously, “I was nine… and you were pretty,” he cleared his throat, “ARE pretty.”

Maggie smiled, “Well, thank you. You’re still quite dashing yourself. And you’ve gotten way better at drawing on your eyebrows.” She chuckled.

He raised said eyebrows and let out a laugh. “Lots of YouTube tutorials,” he admitted. 

“So, what time is dinner?” Maggie asked.

“Mom and Howard usually eat around 6:30, so I guess then,” he said with disdain.

“Howard? Like Howie, Howard?” Maggie questioned, one eyebrow raised curiously.

“It’s a long, horrifying story,” Terry said, a small shiver running down his spine.

“Well, it’s only-”, Maggie looked down at her vintage Mickey Mouse watch, “3:00, so I think you have time to tell me.” 

“Oh, uh, I thought you had work to do?” He asked.

Maggie shrugged, “Yeah, but it can wait. Terry the Terrific is here, and I heard he charges by the hour, so I want to get my money’s worth.” She beamed at him, lightly punching his arm.

“You make me sound like a stripper,” he replied, his forehead wrinkling ever so slightly.

Maggie laughed, and linked her arm through his, dragging him back down the stairs. 

“You want a drink, Terry?” Maggie asked, heading toward the kitchen.

“Yes, that would be great, actually,” he admitted, pulling a chair out and taking a seat at the small eat-in dining table. "It's been a weird couple of days. Whatever you’re having is fine.”

Maggie grabbed the gin from the cabinet above the refrigerator, along with a bottle of tonic water. “I’m outta limes, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not a lime guy anyway,” Terry replied.

Maggie finished up making their drinks and sat at the chair opposite Terry. “So, what’s this horrific story you have to tell me?”

Terry wrapped his fingers around his drink and downed it in one go, “Howard is fucking my mom.”

Maggie choked on the sip she had just taken, “Oh fuck, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.”

“Yep, there’s even BDSM shit in ‘their’ bedroom. I was processing that information earlier on the curb. My best friend has carnal knowledge of my mother. I mean, I heard them through the wall the other night,” Terry shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, messing up the product a bit.

“I think you need another,” Maggie said, gesturing to his empty glass.

“Sure, thanks,” he replied.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep a straight face at dinner later,” Maggie said over her shoulder, stirring his drink. “I’ll do my best for you though.”

“Thanks,” Terry replied, grabbing the drink from her. Their fingers brushed, and he felt goosebumps go up his arm. 

Suddenly, a cell phone started ringing in the living room. Maggie jumped up, “Oh, I’m sorry. That’s probably my parents. They check in once a day to see how it’s going. I’ll be right back.”

Terry nodded and sipped his drink, staring at the chipped Formica tabletop. He could hear Maggie in the other room talking about humidity and dolphins. He glanced at the refrigerator, and spotted several more pictures of her stuck to the surface with homemade magnets. One from junior high with her girl friends, one with her parents on a trip to Virginia Beach, and one of her in her cheerleading uniform from high school. Terry stopped short at that last picture and his chest sank. How did they go from being little magical weirdos together to completely drifting apart as the years went on? He wondered this more than he cared to admit. There was just something so enigmatic about her. She was hard to forget. Terry took the photo off of the refrigerator and examined it more closely. 

“Sorry about that! They went on a dolphin cruise today! Oh-” Maggie stopped short, seeing the picture in Terry’s hand. “Jeez, I can’t believe I tried out for cheerleading. If I could have high school to do over again, I’d do so many things differently! I definitely wouldn’t have been a cheerleader, or taken P.E. first period, or, uh, cut my bangs myself sophomore year! Would you change anything if you could go back?” 

Maybe it was the slight buzz from the drinks or the courage that comes with age, but Terry looked right at her and said, “I would have asked you out.”

Without skipping a beat, Maggie’s eyes widened slightly and she replied, “I would have said yes.”

“Liar. Maggie, we lived on two different planets in high school.”

“I’m not lying, Terry,” she replied. “I’ll prove it to you. Skip dinner tonight. I’ll make it up to Leslie another night.”

“Prove what to me?” Terry asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

“That I would have said yes to you back then," she swallows, "that I’d say yes to you now,” she said the last part quietly, eyes shifting to Terry’s to gauge his response. 

Terry felt his breath quicken, but maintained his composure. “Do you want to go out with me tonight, Maggie?”

“Yes, Terry, I’d love to,” she answered with a shy smile.

“Well, you know how I love costumes. There’s a costume karaoke thing at Birdie’s tonight. Is that up your alley? It could be fun. Wait, do you have a costume? I know Halloween isn’t for a few weeks… and we’re both adults. So maybe you don’t have one, and that’s fine-”

Maggie cut him off, “I have a costume.”

Terry’s eyebrows shot up and an excited grin spread across his dark red lips, “Perfect!” 

“What’s your costume?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m just wearing this,” he gestured to his magician’s outfit.

“Oh, good,” she replied, “we’ll kind of match.” 

“Match? What’s your costume?” he asked.

She shook her head, “Nope, uh-uh, you can’t see until tonight.”

“Let’s do this right. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.” He said, heading toward the front door.

“You know where I live,” she replied, escorting him back to the front porch, “I’ll see you later.”

Maggie shut the door behind her and let out a ginormous, shaky sigh. Holy fuck.

“Holy fuck,” Terry mouthed from her front porch, punching the air like he just won an Oscar.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Click here for Part 2.

[mandoalorian]

You will write for Terry the Terrific? Yes!! I literally just watched The Magic Of Passion last night, and so he has my attention right now 😅

First time requesting something, hope I’m doing this right.

Can I get something with Terry where there’s smut, pining, tension (maybe Terry & Reader believe the other hates them trope?) some fluff, maybe a bit spooky even? Doesn’t have to be all, surprise me with whatever you want! I’m not picky c: I do ask for the reader to be female (she/her) if that’s ok. I love your writing 💛

smoke and mirrors [terry the terrific x f!reader]

Summary: Terry wants to practice a magic trick, but accidentally summons the ghost of his obsessed ex-assistant.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ explicit content smut, f receiving oral, voyeurism, mutual pining, employee x employer, paranormal vibes, ghosts, general spookiness

W/C: 2300>

Note: Thank you nonnie for letting me indulge in this request. Terry is for sure my guilty pleasure character, he doesn't get enough love! I wish more people knew about him. If you love Terry you will love the way @sunday-bug writes for him. <3 I hope you enjoy your request.

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You weren’t sure what was more haunted—Terry’s rundown magic theatre, or the man himself.

The velvet curtains were moth-eaten, the stage creaked with every footstep, and the dusty chandeliers trembled with each gust of wind that slipped in through the cracked windows. But none of it compared to the chill that passed through you every time Terry passed by without looking at you. Like you were invisible. Like you didn’t exist.

Which was hilarious, considering you were the one who cleaned his stage, fixed his fog machines, re-stitched his capes when the sequins fell off. You were everything but the rabbit in the hat.

And still—he never looked at you.

You thought maybe he hated you.

He thought maybe you hated him.

Neither of you knew the other was swallowing feelings like swords, smiling through the pain like a party trick.

It was on the night of the Halloween showcase that everything changed.

The theatre had a strange energy that night, and you could feel it in your bones. The fog machine kept hissing even when unplugged, the mirrors in the dressing room all faced away from each other, and Terry’s dove wouldn’t stop screeching. You should’ve known something was coming.

But what you didn’t expect was Terry cornering you backstage, shirt rumpled, eyes wild—not with rage, but something else.

“Terry?” you asked, heart thumping against your ribs. “What is it?”

He stepped closer, voice low. “If I kiss you, will you disappear?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ve been dreaming about it. About you. And every time I reach out, you vanish. Like a ghost.”

You could’ve laughed if the air weren’t so thick. Instead, you whispered, “Maybe we’re both ghosts. Just haunting each other.”

He took your face in his hands, trembling like he’d finally pulled off the trick that had eluded him his whole life.

Then he kissed you.

And that’s when the lights went out.

Not just the stage—every single bulb in the building extinguished in a blink. One second you were in his arms, his breath tangled with yours, and the next, the world was swallowed whole.

You gasped.

Terry’s hands didn’t leave your face.

“I didn’t do that,” he whispered.

You believed him.

The silence that followed was… wrong. Too still. Like the theatre was holding its breath.

Then came the sound: a slow, deliberate creak from the rafters above. Not wind. Not settling. A sound with intention.

You pulled back, but not far. Just enough to look at him. Even in the dark, you could feel the electricity crackling between your bodies—hands still touching, breath still hot from the kiss.

“Terry,” you whispered, “did you ever… do a trick you weren’t supposed to?”

He hesitated.

And in that silence, something laughed. A whispery, fractured sound, like glass breaking under water.

“I didn’t think she’d linger,” Terry said quietly. “But maybe I should’ve.”

“Who?”

He swallowed. “My old assistant, Clara.”

You shivered, but not from the cold. “You told me she quit.”

“I lied.”

Another creak. Closer.

You felt it before you saw it—a flash of movement in the corner of your eye, a blur of pale silk drifting past the stage.

“Where did she go, Terry?” Your voice came out tight.

“She loved me. Or thought she did. It got messy. I didn’t… I didn’t love her back. I was already—” He stopped himself, breath catching. “I think she’s still here. Watching. Waiting. And she doesn’t like anyone near me.”

You tried to step back, but his hand shot out and caught your wrist. “Don’t. She’ll chase you if you run. She always loved the drama.”

“So what do we do?”

His lips brushed your knuckles, deliberate. “We give her a show.”

Your eyes met, and something clicked. Whether it was terror or desire—or both—you couldn’t tell. But you leaned in, and this time, the kiss wasn’t cautious or sweet.

It was reckless.

Hands tangled in hair, mouths greedy, years of longing finally breaking the surface like a drowned thing gasping for air. You moaned into him, felt his body press you back against the dressing room wall, velvet robes and fog machines forgotten. Somewhere in the dark, something cracked—glass or bone, you weren’t sure.

But you couldn’t stop.

And neither could she.

The mirror to your right shattered, and you tore your mouth from his, panting.

“She’s here,” you said, eyes wide.

“I know,” Terry replied, chest rising and falling fast. “But so are you.”

And then he kissed you again—harder this time—like daring the spirit to stop him.

The second kiss was different.

It wasn't gentle or hesitant—it was desperate. Electric. Charged with something bigger than either of you. His hands slid down your sides like he’d been dying to touch you for years, and maybe he had. Maybe you both had.

And the air around you responded.

The broken mirror hummed. Shards lifted off the ground, suspended midair like they were caught in a spell. The temperature dropped, but your skin burned. You could feel the press of her—her—watching, jealous, furious. But it didn’t stop you. It only made you want him more.

Terry groaned into your mouth like he was unraveling, like every part of him had been wound too tight for too long. You felt his fingers tremble as they gripped your hips, pulling you against him, every inch of his body shouting what he couldn’t say out loud.

“I’ve wanted this,” he breathed against your neck. “You. Every damn day. Thought it would ruin everything if I touched you.”

Your hands found his collar, tugging until buttons popped free. “Too late.”

He laughed—low, broken, wrecked—and spun you until your back hit the vanity, sending more glass flying. The lights above sparked wildly, flickering like dying stars, casting both of your reflections across every mirror in the room.

Only… not every reflection moved with you.

One stayed still. Pale. Still smiling.

You didn’t dare look directly at her.

Terry kissed you harder, like he could shield you with his mouth, with his body, like if he poured enough heat into you, she couldn’t touch you. And maybe she couldn’t. Because with every stroke of his tongue, every graze of teeth along your collarbone, you felt her fury—yes—but you also felt her recoil.

The more you gave in to each other, the more you claimed each other, the more she shrieked.

The sound was high and hollow, echoing through the walls, splitting into a thousand pieces.

“I think she’s tethered to you,” you whispered, tugging Terry back by his belt loops. “You never let her go.”

“I never loved her,” he rasped, dragging your shirt up your body, voice shaking. “But I love you.”

That stopped everything.

Even the spirit paused.

He looked at you, bare honesty in his eyes. “I thought you hated me.”

“I thought you hated me.”

A beat. And then laughter—yours, his—cutting through the tension like a spell finally breaking.

“I’m gonna prove it,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Right here. Right now. Let her watch.”

Then he dropped to his knees.

And the lights exploded.

You leaned against the vanity, the cool edge biting into your palms, as Terry knelt before you. His eyes, sharp as stage lights, held yours for a moment before he dipped his head, his breath warm against your skin. The mirror behind you trembled, reflecting the flicker of a single bulb that buzzed like a trapped fly.

Terry’s hands, calloused from years of sleight-of-hand, slid up your thighs, parting them with the confidence of a man who’d never fumbled a trick. His lips followed, deliberate, a slow burn that made your breath hitch. You gripped the vanity tighter, the wood creaking under your weight, as he worked with the precision of a magician pulling silk from a hidden pocket. Each movement was calculated, practiced, yet it carried a hunger that felt like it could unravel the whole act.

But the room wasn’t still. A chill slithered across your neck, unrelated to Terry’s touch. The air shifted, heavy with something sour—jealousy, maybe, or rage. A prop cane clattered to the floor in the corner, though no one had touched it. You glanced up, heart stuttering, and saw the mirror ripple, like water disturbed by an unseen hand. Terry didn’t notice, too focused, his tongue tracing patterns along your clit that made your knees weak. You tried to stay grounded, to focus on the heat pooling low in your belly, but the room was alive with malice.

A whisper cut through the haze—“Mine.” It wasn’t Terry’s voice. The bulb overhead flickered violently now, casting jagged shadows. A deck of cards exploded from a drawer, scattering across the floor like startled birds. You gasped, half from Terry’s relentless rhythm, half from the sudden crash of a costume rack toppling backstage. The ghost was here—Clara, his old assistant, the one who’d loved him too fiercely, who’d died in a fit of despair when he’d replaced her. Her presence was a cold blade against your spine.

Terry’s hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, as if he could anchor you to the moment. His mouth was insistent, coaxing you toward the edge, and for a second, you almost forgot the chaos. But then the mirror cracked, a spiderweb fracture splitting your reflection in two. Clara’s face flickered there—not yours—her eyes hollow, her lips curled in a snarl. You froze, but Terry didn’t stop, oblivious or defiant, his fingers digging in as he pushed you further, your body betraying you with a shudder.

“Terry,” you managed, voice ragged, but a scream from the auditorium swallowed your words. Chairs were slamming into walls out there, the ghost’s tantrum tearing the theatre apart. A vase shattered somewhere close, porcelain shards skittering across the floor.

“He’s mine.”

Every flick of his tongue, every slow slide of his lips against your skin made the air pulse.

The temperature dropped again, suddenly, brutally—your breath fogged the mirror in front of you.

Your climax hit like a snapped rope, sharp and overwhelming, your hands tangling in his hair as you bit back a cry. Terry didn’t falter, riding it out with you, his breath hot and steady. But as you came down, panting, the room roared back to life. The mirror shattered completely, glass raining onto the vanity, and Clara’s wail echoed, a sound that clawed at your bones. Terry finally looked up, his face gleaming with sweat and satisfaction, but his eyes widened at the wreckage around you.

“Clara,” he muttered, not to you but to the air, as if he’d known she was there all along. The lights went out, plunging you into darkness, and her laughter—bitter, broken—filled the void.

There was no electricity now. Only moonlight filtering in through a broken skylight, shards of it catching in his hair, in the sweat beading along his jaw.

And then the room screamed.

Not you.

Not him.

But her.

A shriek so piercing it made your bones ache, made the mirror crack again and again until spiderwebs split across every surface. It was obscene. It was sacred. He had finally broke her.

The final mirror shattered behind you with a violent pop, spraying the room in glittering shards. You flinched—but Terry held you steady, held you together, as if daring the spirit to try again.

And then—silence.

A real, true silence.

You collapsed into him, sliding down to your knees, both of you breathless, sweaty, shaking. His forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your waist like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I think she’s gone,” you whispered.

“I think we exorcised her with sex,” he whispered back, laughing hoarsely.

You snorted, curling into him. “That’s probably not how the priests do it.”

“They’re just cowards.”

The moment held—warm, alive, real. And for the first time since you set foot in this cursed theatre, you didn’t feel watched. You felt wanted.

Then, somewhere deep in the back of the theater, the curtain fluttered.

But there was no wind.

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Weeks passed.

The shattered mirrors were replaced. The dressing room was scrubbed clean. The police chalked the destruction up to a break-in, maybe vandals. No one believed you when you said it was something else. Something jealous. Something that wanted to possess, not just haunt.

But Terry never left your side.

And the show? It reopened. A revival of The Magic of Passion—same name, new energy.

The two of you took center stage, night after night, dazzling the crowd with illusions and chemistry so palpable it didn’t feel like acting. Every touch was real. Every look was charged. Every kiss, a promise whispered just beneath the roar of applause.

Yet sometimes… when the lights dimmed too fast, or the shadows moved too slowly— you felt her.

Faint. Like the echo of a memory. A chill in the back of your neck, a flicker in the wings, a whisper that sounded almost like your name.

But you never told Terry.

Until the night the final curtain dropped and the applause faded into silence.

You stood together backstage, catching your breath, flushed and glowing. He was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“That was our best one yet,” he murmured.

“It was.”

But your voice was hollow.

Because in the reflection of the mirror across the room— your body stood still. But you had already walked away.

Terry didn’t see it. Not yet. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and turned to grab your coat. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

You stayed facing the mirror. Watching your own reflection smile back. Watching it tilt its head—not quite like you would. Watching it linger.

When he turned back, you smiled, soft and sweet. Just like she used to.

He didn’t notice.

But as he took your hand and led you out of the theater, you glanced once more at the mirror.

And your reflection didn’t follow.

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[wanderingmind867]

The last two or three notes I have on this duo story of Hourman and Mister Terrific: Mister Terrific had his back-up feature in the pages Sensation Comics ended in March of 1947. But as I've already established, Mister Terrific doesn't retire until 1951/1952. So to reconcile that, this Hourman and Mister Terrific comic would have an eight to ten page back-up story every issue, until we've covered Mister Terrific's career from April 1947 to whenever the JSA diabands in 1951/when Mister Terrific gets busted for still doing vigilante stuff in 1952.

Also, Hourman's back-up feature in Adventure Comics ended in February of 1943. But Hourman only retires in like April or May of 1948. So he would also have a back-up feature in the pages of my Hourman and Mister Terrific comic, so we could get ten page comics exploring the adventures of Hourman from March 1943 to April or May of 1948, when Rex Tyler finally retires from superhero work. So that's a whole five years worth of extra material for both Hourman and Mister Terrific. Dedicated to Ken Fitch and Bernard Baily and Charles Reizenetein and Hal Sharp, respectively.

Finally, One of their recurring villians throughout the decades would be Regina Bannerman, the daughter of Rex's old boss at Bannerman Chemical. Her father retired in 1955, and so she inherited the company. But when Terry Sloane buys it out and makes it become Tyler Chemical instead in 1958, Regina loses it. In 1958, she first fights Hourman and Mister Terrific, trying to get at Rex Tyler and Terry Sloane. In 1962, she finally realized that Rex Tyler and Terry Sloane were actually the secret identities of Hourman and Mister Terrific, and she begins trying to use that to her advantage.

And after Hourman has a son in 1966, well… Regina kidnapped Rick Tyler and tried to kill him. Thankfully, Hourman and Mister Terrific manage to get the Justice Society's help, and Rick Tyler is saved. But this is around the time that the Justice Society members begin realizing it's too dangerous to bring their children into their lives as superheroes. Rex Tyler begins trying to hide his life as Hourman from his son, not wanting his son to be ever put in danger ever again. He doesn't his son to get hurt…

But Regina Bannerman continues trying to strike at Hourman and Mister Terrific for decades. She can't get over her grudge. And long into her old age, she continues trying to mess with them. In fact, it's because of her that Rick Tyler has to become Hourman II. She kidnaps Rex and Terry in 1985, and she tries to kill them for revenge. Infinity Inc and the JSA rush to try and save them, but it's Rick Tyler (working all on his own) who manages to steal a miraclo pill and save his parents. In that fight, Regina finally dies. But she dies after accidentally chasing Rick right into the path of her own deathtrap.

[curiouspupsicle]

Fan Fiction Recommendations - Pinned Post

Thought it might be helpful to save links to my weekly fan fic recommendations. Organized by theme, each post gives you the rating and enough information to give you an idea of whether it's a good choice for you to read. And you'll find more great suggestions in the comments and reblogs. Just one more option for a fan fic reference desk. Scroll down for links--oldest first. Recommended WIPs at the bottom.

2024

11/8/24 - Fics that Made Me LOL - These are the funniest fics; the ones that actually had me laughing out loud. I'll definitely need to revisit this theme. So many to add to the list.

11/15/24 - Current Best of the Best - Snapshot of my absolute favorite fics at this moment in time. Fics I loved and can't imagine ever forgetting.

11/22/24 - Human AUs - These are the fics that finally convinced me to read our ineffable pair depicted as humans. And I've never looked back.

11/28/24 - Banter - Who doesn't love saucy banter? Here are my fave stories with witty dialogue.

12/6/24 - Illustrated Stories - It's in the name. These include comics and traditional fics with illustrations.

12/13/24 - Smooth Criminals - Fics that involve criminal undertakings.

12/20/24 - Christmas - I limit myself to one, very special Christmas fic. Hard to imagine any story better than this one.

12/27/24 - Through the Ages - Do you really need an explanation? My fave fics that show our ineffable pair in different time periods.

2025

1/3/25 - The Bentley - Fics in which our favorite sentient car gets her due.

1/10/25 - "Mixed" AUs - Stories in which one of the ineffable pair is mortal and the other is supernatural.

1/17/25 - Animal Shenanigans, pt 1 - Fics in which animals play an important role.

1/24/25 - Animal Shenanigans, pt 2 - One week was not enough to contain so many charming, animal-centric fics.

1/31/25 - Resistance - My favorite fics centered around resistance against powerful forces and nasty people.

2/7/25 - Read the Footnotes, pt 1 - I highlight two writers who write particularly clever and fascinating footnotes for their fics, in the style of Terry Pratchett. More to come in a future post.

2/14/25 - Be My Valentine - Recommending 3 Valentine's Day fics and 3 more that are about wooing, but not necessarily in February.

2/21/25 - Read the Footnotes, pt 2 - I share more favorite fics with clever footnotes.

2/28/25 - Alt Season 3 Speculations - These are my favorite post-season 2 fics that aren't what you might expect.

3/7/25 - Timey-Wimey - Some of the best fics that deal with time being weird. The first on the list is a unique treat.

3/14/2025 - Magic in the Air - My favorite fics featuring Fell the Marvelous (and yes, Crowley too) as magicians.

3/21/2025 - Ineffable Reality TV - Our ineffable pair end up on reality tv. Amazingly, three of them are not human AUs. Does not include any dating/marriage shows.

3/28/2025 - Spies in Disguise - Fics in which spying is a major part of the story. Lots of fun.

4/4/25 - Epistolary - Stories in which hand written letters are the centerpiece. Does not include texts, diaries, or emails.

4/11/25 - Top-Rated One-Shots - These are the single chapter works that get my highest ratings. Some will make you laugh. Some will make you cry. But they're all terrific.

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And finally, I've started recommending WIPs. Listing them here and marking them complete as they finish.

2/2/25 - Cayuga Blush (M) by asparkofgoodness/@thetunewillcome - Human AU with amazing link to canon in which Crowley and Aziraphale operate competing vineyards.

2/5/25 - Pages About You; Pages About Me (T) by D_Cocca/@dcocca - Aziraphale the bookstore owner and Crowley the comic shop owner become close while recommending reading material for each other.

2/19/25 - You Can Have It (E) by @voluptatiscausa - Aziraphale gets unwanted flowers from an ex. An empathetic delivery person helps him realize he's worth more than he's settled for in the past.

2/26/25 - Moonstruck (E) by @foolishlovers - Crowley is a single dad struggling with his responsibilities when the angelic bartender at his monthly stop shows him he deserves to take care of himself as well. COMPLETE

3/5/25 - Bonded (E) by AppleSeeds - Aziraphale travels to his grandfather's quarry to suggest how things can improve. He's entranced by the worker, Crowley, who has a mysterious secret. COMPLETE

3/12/25 - Chef's Kiss (E) by @joyandotherstories - Aziraphale is a positive, YouTube chef who appears on Crowley's food network show famous for nasty treatment of the guests. Human AU but well integrated into Good Omens canon.

3/19/25 - where the nodding violet grows (M) by @omens-for-ophelia- Crowley suspects there's a fairy living in his garden. But the fae creature only appears once Crowley offers a gift suitable for his standards. Lovely story and art.

3/26/25 - Dead Right (E) by @anatomic-girl. A cut above even the best fake marriage trope with loads of characters as charming as our ineffable pair (including two adorable cats).

4/2/25 - shoutout to @raxacoricofallapatoriusrulez, a prolific writer with several fics in progress.

4/9/25 - In Night Blooms by @gaiaseyes451, Aziraphale is drawn to a familiar but neglected garden where he picks some blooms to brew into a tea. Soon he starts having mysterious dreams.

If you're seeing this as a reblog, you can find the original (most-up-to-date) version here.

[merv606]

It’s a good thing that Daniel is a full-grown, older adult in Mercy. If he’d been KK era Daniel and in the same situation, he would have been broken so easily, and his heart would have been smashed. Not to mention his mental state. But CK era Daniel dealing with Terry has decades of adulthood, of maturity, of a sense of self. It’s taken Terry months of constant isolation and mind games and misery to crack him, and still Daniel is defiant.

The only way Terry will win is because Daniel is definitely in love with him deep, deep down inside in a repressed and locked up part of himself. Terry only wins because Daniel will be betrayed by his own self.

Daniel really is a terrific character, and he’s been amazing to watch and contemplate in Mercy.

Thank you 🥰

And yes, I think adding that element was the best way to make this fic work.

[1lostone]

I am podding @phenobarbital's podfic. It is a bit of a word monster, so it won't be done quickly, but it's a terrific fic and I'm excited to record it. You can read it here!

[imyourbratzdoll]

Are you willing to do fics of character such as Chris Evans and Sebastian stan character for your spookytober in a horror movie called ‘Saw’ not sure if you watched the saw movies

ohhh! I’ve seen saw! and I could do. which character do you have in mind?

these are the ones already taken

Terry the terrific, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Jefferson and Curtis Everett.

Who do you think would make a good Jigsaw??

let me know in my asks💗

[navybrat817]

Stardust Reblog Challenge - December

Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.

12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx

12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie

12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside

12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns

12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420

12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81

12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass

12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel

12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive

12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage

The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle

12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes

12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape

Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes

12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose

12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie

12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch

Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter

12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel

12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up

12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess

12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore

[minnieves]

thank you for your support and comments for bj terry. i hope you know how your comments warms my heart. happy reading!

bj terry part one, two, three, four

new to the bj series? see here for the guide.

warnings: mutual masturbation, mentions of the use of toys, mirrors, possessiveness, and slight cum play.

summary: they say curiosity kills the cat or does it?

"is this right?" taehyun asked himself as he's following a youtube tutorial about rope play. looking at the doll he was practicing with. he inserted his fingers between it and the rope. following that it should be tight that they feel it, but not tight enough that it'd cut off their circulation. "this is harder than i thought."

he paused the video. lifting the doll up to eye level to check if they're similar in style based on the video. he shake his head a little. his brows furrowed as he checks between the video and his doll.

y/n: do you want to go together?

kang taehyun: where?

y/n: for our shift this monday?

kang taehyun: ok i'll meet you

he laid on his bed. closing his eyes as he shake his head. what did you do to me y/n? he asked himself. the thing is, you weren't doing anything. yet to taehyun it feels like you're doing everything.

"do you wanna check this store out?" you asked taehyun. showing your phone screen towards his direction. he was checking the doctor’s notes that he wanted to review later.

"how did you find that out?" he asked. scroll to the shop that you wanted to go to. glancing at you while you look at him innocently. sighing when he feels like you're the one who has two different persona.

"lea told me about it," you told him. taking a seat beside him as you try to rope him into going with you. you clicked at a few of their items before showing it back to him. "i know you're curious too!"

"y/n, we're working," he scolds you. trying to make you lower your voice a little. grabbing your phone to check it for himself. "what would our professors say if they found out that we're checking this out while on duty?"

"first of all, i'm reviewing my attending's reports too. second, they'd be happy to support my good work-life-study balance!" you pointed out at him. you held on to one of his thighs to pull yourself closer to him. he couldn't help but lean in towards your head. the faint smell of your hair products reaching his nose. "i could give them the address too!"

"y/n, i think this would look better on you," he said. you're now in the sex shop that you asked him to visit with you. he chose one of the collars that you were checking out. he moved your hair to one side as he put it on you. "turn around."

"why the 't'?" you asked him. pointing to the pendant it has on.

"terry," he said. making you look up to him in shock. "terry-fic (terrific) amount of goods they have for such a small shop."

you placed your hand on the collar. taehyun moved to the side as he checks the other stuffs that was hanged on the wall. you felt frozen. your heart beating so fast inside your chest that you can hear it in your ears.

you looked at taehyun who was busy looking at ropes. your lips are parted as you watch the young man. piecing the uncanny he has with terry. taehyun looked at you with a smile.

"rope bunny," he joked. his eyes creasing from the thought of his poor toy at hope who he practices with. he looked at you. watching while you look at him. lips parted with one hand on the collar. you look fucking amazing, he thought. "is it too tight?"

taehyun walked back to you. checking the collar from the front. your faves inches apart from each other. you gulped when you felt his finger slip through the collar.

"there," he said. showing the collar to your face. he didn't put it back. instead he held unto it together with the rope he picked up. he's pulling you to other locations. "do you want to try this one?"

you couldn't focus. your heart still ringing in your ear. you intertwined your fingers with taehyun. glancing at his nose and mouth ever so often. fuck, you thought to yourself.

bj terry is live...

you sat on your chair. chugging a glass of water when you clicked the notification. you stared at him for a second. not bothering to remove your plugged earphones to hear him speak.

"you seemed relaxed," you whispered. observing his body language as he talks. he's probably doing his introduction. you closed your eyes as you rub your face. grabbing a hair tie to pull your hair into a makeshift low ponytail. "terry. taehyun. terry. taehyun. i'm wrong right?"

you pull your earphones out. standing up and bringing your tablet with you. you placed it on your bed as you rummaged through your toys.

"have i been practicing my rope skills?" he reads. he pulled his plushie from behind the camera. you glanced at the screen for a second. seeing him show his plushie tied up. "i'm practicing with my friend here."

your movements stopped from searching. you swallow the lump in your throat as you look at him. same plushie from when you came over his place. same rope from yesterday. same hands. same...

"who are you?" you whispered. you grabbed a lube and one of your dildos. you sat on your bed as you question if it's appropriate to masturbate to someone. you laughed as you thought about it. "i've been masturbating to a friend?"

"to who?" he asked. making you glance at him. your brows knitted as you try to stitch their similarities. "look at me baby."

"you. maybe you," you whispered. you watched as he pulls something from behind the screen. he showed it to the camera. your eyes closing as you try to remember if taehyun picked a fleshlight. "nice toy."

"not as nice as you," he said. a certain smile in his lips. he squirted some lube on his fingers so did you. tugging your underwear off with your other hand. "grab a mirror, babe."

you stood up to take the mirror from your vanity. letting it rest on the pillow. you spread your legs open. propping your tablet on the said pillow. you could see yourself. two of your lubed fingers spreading your labia apart.

"be a good girl and follow me," he said. his hand playing on the clit of his toy. your fingers moving in circular motions as he does. he slipped his ring finger in, then pulling out. followed by his middle finger, then pulling it out repeating the same process with all his fingers in that hand. "how does that feel?"

"it's okay," you whispered. sadly eyeing on your dildo beside you. you bit your lip as your slip two fingers inside you. one hand groping your chest. "hope ypu can finger me like that."

"i could," he said. smirking to the camera as he moves his finger inside the toy. he's imagining that it was you. thinking about how warm you'd feel around his fingers. "all you have to do, is ask."

"can't," you said. hands not moving in and out, but instead in fast wave-like motions inside of you. hips grinding on your hand for help. your lips are parted as you watch him finger his toy. "i'm shy."

"oh please," he said. almost sounding like he was laughing. he's mocking you from what you said. pulling his hand out to rub on the clit as he reads the comments. "i've already seen all of you."

"have you?" you asked. moaning as you rub on your clit. hips thrusting to your fingers. loving the added pressure it puts on your clit. you stopped your movements. grabbing a pillow to place it under you. "i've never told you about my degradation kink."

"do you know how loud it is that you're a whore?" he asked. his fingers moving inside the toy. the faster his pace, the more his toy is vibrating from the impact. "what kind of a whore doesn't miss any of my lives?"

"fuck!" you moaned. feeling your high approaching as you mimic his fingers. your arm straining from how hard and fast he was going. making you moan his name louder. "i'm gonna cum!"

"cum," he whispered. moving his fingers much slower inside his toy. thinking about how you'd feel when he does this. about how you look like when you're masturbating with him. "spread yourself."

you spread your labial folds. your head raising as you look at your self on the mirror. eyes rolling as you see how wet you are. given that you used lube, but the viscosity of those fluids are not quite the same.

"isn't my slut, so pretty?" he asked. placing his toy on one side as he unbutton his pants. eyes scanning the comments that he was getting. he hissed from both the cold air hitting his dick, and not knowing your username. "are you tired?"

"i thought we're done," you gasped. not yet fully recovered from your last orgasm. you clicked at your screen. supposed to leave.

"don't go," he said. smirking as he tilts his head to the side. more of his cheek is showing. "if you're going to whore yourself out, make sure you're fucking spent."

you gasped. moving back to your position as you grab your dildo. eyes moving back to the screen. you lube your toy as you watch terry squirt more lube on his cock.

"what do you think i'd taste like?" he asked. squeezing lightly on the tip of his cock to let some precum smear on his cock. the pearly essence mixing with the lube he used. he bit his lip when he remembered how you said that you like the smell of this lube. "you know how i smell like."

"we use the same lube," you moaned. hissing at the sensitivity as you watch yourself insert the dildo in your hole. you look so lewd that it's driving you insane. "i'm feeling sensitive."

"you'd be more sensitive after i fuck you," he said. hand wrapped around his cock. applying just enough pressure on it that he's moaning. his yongue darting to lick his bottom lips. "i love sensitive ones. love watching then squirm under me."

"you'd fucking love me," you whispered. eyes rolling as you whine more. setting your dildo on a low vibrate inside you. watching how terry fucks his hand. mimicking his speed as you go.

"oh, of course i love you," he said. hips thrusting on his hand as he fucks it. eyes closing as he thinks about you. thinking about how clueless you look, but watches his lives. god, your invading all his rational self. "you're my good little whore, right?"

"yes," you moaned. you pulled the dildo from inside you. attaching it to your headboard. moaning as you slowly insert it back. "feels so good."

"say it," he said. bitting his lip as he thrusts on his hand. you're moving your hips with the same intensity. the new position allowing you to move better. letting the tip graze like it's going to pop out, before pushing it back inside you.

"i'm your good little whore," you cried. you kneeled down. letting the dildo hit your spot better. your hands gropping your chest as you thought about how he'd use you. "good little whore for terry."

"that's it. look into the mirror and say it," he ordered. you glanced at your mirror seeing how sweaty you look like. how it could see your cunt swallowing the dildo. your lips parted like you're fucked out."

"i'm terry's good whore," you whispered. smirking at the contradictory statement you just said.

taehyun is playing with his balls. squeezing on the base where it meets his cock. showing how full it is with cum. his lips parted as he fondles with it. hissing at how sensitive his balls are.

he gripped his cock harder on his tip. thrusting on his hand. his tip peaking on the small hole it has. his slit oozing more precum as he plays with his balls. hissing as he reads the comments.

he moved forward. giving the camera the upper angle. his slit peaking as he fucks his hand. the viewers going wild at the sight of it. tips flowing harder as he edges himself.

"fucking hell!" you gasped. seeing how red his tip is. with it gaping lightly as more precum oozes out if it. the angle leaves you with the idea that he's fucking you the same way you're masturbating. "i'm going to cum."

"hold it," he said. moving back to his chair. spreading his legs sider as he fucks his hand more. his eyes rolling at the thought of you whining. how fast do you finish? he asks himself. "fuck, so good."

"can't, please," you whined. clenching around your dildo subconsciously as you look at him. your eyes glancing at the mirror as you watch yourself cry from pleasure. your eyes rolling as you try to not cum.

"go ahead," he whispered. groaning as he touch his balls once more. "cum for me, you slut."

you moaned as you came. burying your head for a while before looking back up. watching his cum spurt out from his cock. he moved his hands more. spreading the cum that fell on his hand on his cock.

"show your pretty holes to the mirror," he said. you pulled the dildo out. placing it on one side as you go back to your previous position. legs spreading as you spread your cunt for him to see. "who owns those?"

"terry does," you whispered. feeling like you're going to pass out from the ringing in your ears

"just eight hours left!" you rejoiced. checking your watch as you hurry to where taehyun is. you saw him inside one of the rooms. lying in bed wrapped inside a blanket. "move a little."

taehyun scoot to the side as you pull his blanket open. you slide beside him. using one of his delicious arms as your pillow.

"cuddling while on duty," you joked. making taehyun laugh as he wrapped his arm around your waist. pulling you towards him more to enjoy your warmth.

you check your phone when you realised that it was a thursday. you blink to yourself, because taehyun is literally cuddling with you. you melt more into his touch. you feel a little sad that there won't be any lives. it wasn't like you wodld masturbate while on call.

"rest your little brain, y/n," he whispered. pulling you even closer. his nose resting on your nape. "whatever you're waiting for can wait another time."

"just sleep! we won't get to rest if we get another patient," you scold him. his statement putting your mind at ease. you hate missing terry's live, but terry is beside you. you can't miss it, right?

bj terry is live...

you check on your notification as you read what it says. huh?

[mandoalorian]

🌟 4000 follower celebration 🌟

FIC REQUESTS NOW OPEN

In celebration of hitting this incredible milestone, I am officially reopening fic requests for Sebastian characters specifically. Will write for most of his characters (aka the characters that aren’t real people; and the characters that I have actually seen be portrayed in the movie). Super stoked about this! 💞

Character list:

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max Burnett (Sharper)

Mickey (Monday)

Terry the Terrific (The Magic of Passion)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

Chase Collins (The Covenant)

Just send requests to my ask inbox. I will do smut (will be f!reader), angst, fluff, drabbles, headcanons… pretty much anything your heart desires. If you have a preference for a gender neutral reader or a female reader, please let me know. 🥹

Excited to see what comes from this! 💞

[strangeduckpaper]

Earth-2

Here’s the thing: I really enjoyed the New-52 Earth 2 comics, especially Society. So I was looking through the fics of @pastel-petticoats, and was inspired by her fic exploring Post-Society Earth 2. So I had some ideas:

One note before continuing, I am taking some inspiration the Young Justice TV show, as it’s my favorite animated superhero show, and did some cool things with golden age mythos.

Earth 2: Justice Society-A series taking place after the end of Society, like @pastel-petticoats‘ unfinished but good A New Age fic, chronicling the adventures of the new Justice Society in their rebooted world, introducing modernized Golden Age heroes, villains, & characters in general, (like YJ) while reintroducing earth 2 characters from before the reboot, like Jimmy Olsen, Terry Sloane, Al Pratt & the other world army characters, who could be their own Team.

Earth 2: Seven Soldiers-piggybacking off of that idea, a series taking characters like Oliver Queen, Al Pratt, & other World Army characters reborn in this new world as the government sanctioned black ops unit: The Seven Soldiers

Earth 2: Infinity Inc-The Earth 2 version of the Teen Titans, taking inspiration from earlier Infinity Inc Characters, and introducing some of the younger E2 characters:

It starts with John Grayson tired of being treated like a kid by his father & the JS in general, so begins to gather other young heroes to strike out on their own. The Founding members I feel should include

- John Grayson/Robin-Obvious

- Connor Hawke/Speedy-Finally doing some respect on his name in E2

-Jesse Chambers/Miss Quick-Daughter of heroes Liberty Belle & Johnny Quick, maybe she can act as a tether to heroes beyond the JS, and maybe even a way of peeking into this rebooted world’s history.

-Jennifer Lynn Hayden/Jade-I’m not sure about her origin or powers, but she & Obsidian aren’t GLs children AT FIRST, but a story arc is the two of them being adopted by Alan Scott

-Todd Rice/Obsidian-Jade’s foster brother, who connect with each other because of her power.

-And maybe they have some other members, like maybe a YJ-inspired Artemis Crock?

Earth 2: Old Wonders-A prequel series, exploring the history of Earth 2 after the reboot, or even the history of the Pre-Reboot Apokolips War. More of an anthology, maybe focusing on the generation of heroes & villains who ultimately died during the war(like the Freedom Fighters or Johnny Quick), and the old Wonders of the World, with a lineup consisting of

-Superman

-Batman

-Wonder Woman

-Catwoman(deceased)

-Aquaman

-Hawkman?(maybe a replacement for Catwoman?)

-Supergirl

-Robin

-Mr Terrific

I need to think about this more.

[maxlordsgf]

“No, different like… handsome,”

DAMN RIGHT HE IS 🥹🥹🥹

Me seeing Sunny has wrote for Terry again:

literally obsessed. OBSESSED. 🫦

Hi, I love how you write for Terry! Could you write something for him? Anything goes! I like surprises :)

Of course! Terry is my fave!!! Written from Terry’s POV 🪡📍🧵

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I waltz into the fabric store, sketches in hand. The owner, Betty, always helps me pick the right fabric and materials to make my vision come alive. I head to the silk and satin sections, searching for my signature black, however this time I want to add a dark purple fabric on the inside for a pop. I pick out a few different bolts before walking to the back counter to have Betty help me narrow things down and cut the fabric.

I walk up, but she isn’t back here. I wait a few moments before ringing the service bell. A pretty young woman walks out of the back room, tape measure laced around her neck and a pincushion secured to her wrist. Her hair is a bit frazzled, and she pushes it out of her face with her hand. “Sorry, sorry! I’m coming! I’m in a personal fight with a denim-,” the woman looks up at me and stops, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I chuckle quietly. She’s quite pretty. “I just-uh…” I hold up the bolts of fabric.

Her bright eyes flit from mine to the fabric then back to mine, “Right! Sorry!” She grabs the first bolt of black satin and starts to unroll it, “What dimensions do you need?”

“Uh, actually… is Betty here?” I ask, smiling at the woman’s quirkiness.

“No. She’s recovering from knee surgery. I’m her granddaughter. I’m helping her with the shop for the next few weeks, but I promise I know what I’m doing. I-I make clothes…” She looks at me again, assessing my face thoroughly.

I clear my throat, feeling my cheeks heat a bit at her blatant staring.

She smiles knowingly as I clear my throat, “Are you Terry?”

“Yeah, how did you-,”

She cuts me off, “Grandma Betty’s told me about you. The magician, right?”

“Yeah,” I answer bashfully. “That’s me.”

She introduces herself before saying, “You’re different than I pictured.”

“Different? Like weird?” I ask, feeling anxious.

“No, different like… handsome,” she says as she looks down. “Grandma Betty always calls me after you come in and talks you up. Says how kind you are, how you value her professional opinion, but she never mentioned… ya know,” she uses her pointer finger to wave it in a circle at my face.

“Oh, um, thank you. You’re… really pretty too. I-I didn’t know Betty had a granddaughter.”

“In the flesh,” she says as she waves to herself up and down. “You have sketches, right? Grandma B said you always bring these amazing drawings of what you want to make.”

I pat my pocket, pulling out the sketches, “Yeah, here.” I pass them to her and our fingers brush, sending a shiver up my arm.

She looks them over, eyes widening, “These are amazing. The purple? That’s going to look rad.” She pulls a pencil from behind her ear and starts sketching on a pad on the table, recreating my drawing with ease, adding a few new details.

“What do you think of this?” She pushes it towards me.

“This is funky,” I admit, picking up the sketch. “Can you do this? I mean, I can’t sew those details, just a basic cape.”

“Of course I can,” she says. “Why don’t I give you my card and I’ll get to work on it later today? It won’t take me long.”

“Wow, really? What are your prices?”

She looks up at me and smiles, “No charge. Why don’t you take me out tonight instead?”

I swallow and grin, “I think that’s a pretty sweet deal for me.”

She giggles and leans over the counter, looking at me, “It looks like Grandma Betty was holding out on me.”

I blush again and feel my stomach flutter. She was gorgeous, wanted to make me a cape, and go out with me tonight? “Yeah, she sure was.”

THE END

Request all the Terry, I would die for him 🥹

[notbecauseofvictories]

Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it. 

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

[xxatinyminionxx]

ahahaha i have a “terry” pun too…. it’s “oh no I’m feeling a bit terry-fied” (terrified) yes it’s terry-ble (terrible) i know 🤕 sorry for my lack of humour. - (🌷) unfunny tulip anon

No no no these are terry-fic (terrific) ✋

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Mister Fahrenheit

by FacetiousKitten

It was when Aziraphale, fluttering and twitchy, kissed him for the first time that Crowley realized just how much he had to protect.

After Armageddon failed to perform, Crowley and Aziraphale have no reason not to advance their long, storied relationship. As they stumble through this budding romance, Crowley feels more protective than ever before. He and Aziraphale only have each other now that they are on Our Side. This leads Crowley to try products straight from Hell, called hellfire enhancements. Unforeseen consequences occur. Namely, junk mail. Lots and lots of junk mail.

The thing about Hellish junk mail is that there is no escape. It will plague you until you break, and then a little bit further, because why the Heaven not? And it is all too easy to get on Hell's mailing list.

Ultimately, the problem brings the two of them closer together… except when said problem interrupts certain firsts in this exciting new phase of their relationship.

Brought to you by Brimstone Blast! Want your hellfire to burn hotter, longer? Want bigger, smokier flames? Then try Brimstone Blast today!

 With art by Gayngels!

Words: 5106, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley's plants, The Bentley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: yes the Bentley is a character, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Unnecessary Capitalization of First Letters, naming fics after Queen lyrics like a cool kid, could be considered crack?, Post-Apocalypse, how to relationship?, Protective Crowley, (but not possessive), copious parodies of male enhancement products, A plan which backfires terrifically on our favorite short-sighted demon?, it's more likely than you think, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has a Penis (Good Omens), Crowley has to Face His Emotions Like An Emotionally Mature Being, touch of fluff (maybe more than a touch)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/25450879

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - terry is frustrated, having to deal with the news of his friend and mother, he decides to go to his favourite place.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Terry was depressed and pissed. He couldn’t believe what he had come home to, couldn’t believe his friend was fucking his mother, having to hear it whilst trying to sleep wasn’t something he really wanted to hear either. But it just added to the fire building inside him, and he had to get out of there before he snapped and did something he would regret. Terry walked inside a well-known building, too busy with his thoughts to admire the pretty sign. 

He storms in, placing cash on the front desk before he walks down the hall and into the room he’s looking for. Walking past many of the bare women and toward you, his favourite woman. He licks his lips as he stalks closer, softly touching your thighs and pressing his clothed bulge against your bare cunt. “I ain’t going soft today, sugar. So, I hope you're prepared.” You hum in response, feeling your walls slicken at the sound of him unzipping his pants and pulling out his long, thick member. Terry grips his throbbing base in his hands, rubbing his leaking tip through your folds before he slowly begins to push through your tight walls. His head falls back, eyes closing as a grunt falls from his lips. “Always so tight for me, sugar.” He buries himself deep inside you, relishing in the feel of your walls pulsating around him for a second before he slowly pulls back, only to slam harder into you. 

Your hands curl into the bed you are lying on, clinging hard as Terry slams into you. Soft whines and moans fall from your lips as he continues to pound into you. Fucking out his frustrations, his pace picks up, large hands gripping your thighs and pulling you closer. Terry stares down where the two of you connect, groaning as he watches his cock stretch your tight cunt, your white cream around his base every time he pulls out. “Feel so good, sugar. Doing so good for me!” He growls, gripping your hips as he slams deeper into you. He brings his hand down and locates your swollen clit, rubbing it. Your walls tighten, squeezing around him as he brings you pleasure. 

He lifts your hips slightly, allowing him to pound deeper into you, fucking into your sweet spot. He bites his lip, burying himself deep inside you as he feels your orgasm rip through you, causing his cock to twitch wildly as ropes of cum shoot out of him. “Fuck…” He stays inside you momentarily, catching his breath before slowly pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. “Thanks, sugar.” Terry gives you a soft pinch before he leaves. 

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