♡ i am the library's sole curator, ash, and i've been tasked with acquiring, organizing, and preserving the long-forgotten tales you can find on display throughout the sprawling halls in this ancient building. among shelves upon shelves dedicated to my own works, which i hope will speak to you as much as they speak to me, you will be able to find sections hand-selected with the works of those i adore as well
╰┈➤ your beloved curator is in her 20s, uses she/her pronouns, and resides in the usa. it is her honor to bring forth this collection and share it with you! should you have anything to submit to the library, please tag @myloveforhergoeson
╰┈➤ oc masterlist
╰┈➤ the library collection is also available on ao3 (primarily) and wattpad (sparingly)!
♡ the only thing i love more than reading and writing is yapping! please do not be afraid to reach out via ask box or dms (discord available upon request)
╰┈➤ interested in the curator's fandom interests? find her at @outerspacecarryon
the sticker label on the cassette tape had been partially ripped. barely legible in bright red handwriting was "for my [.....]ter". perhaps it had been recorded over.
—a magroxy mix, based on that's all she wrote by @myloveforhergoeson
- reading more! so much more! and so many things i love are getting turned into shows and movies and i love it!
- creating more ocs for random things i love because no one can stop me
- writing sensui (fireworks, miscommunication of hand gestures, hisui’s fear of the rain, soooo much of learning to understand each other) (i am obsessed with them)
- rereading tasw
-revisiting old rames content
- missing the feelings and experiences that have kept me in love with romance basically my whole life
- giving up when my drafts that are supposed to be romantic end in angst
- trying to write quinn and astarion angst on purpose and then making myself sad
Two years ago, Mara Bennett and her two-year-old Katie were left at the altar. And honestly? She thought her life was over. A single mother without a husband, or even a boyfriend, for the foreseeable future raising her daughter on her own. That is, until staffing at PTMC has to change some things around due to budget cuts and the infamous nursing shortage. No longer the nightshift nurse working Med Surg, she's been moved to nightshift down at the ER. They say it's only for a little while, but knowing administration, it's probably a permanent solution.
okay not to ocpost again but the worst thing about having an oc is sometimes they become The Character to you. and you need to talk to someone about it like wow I can’t stop thinking about The Character… but in order to do so you have to like sit them down and explain everything about your oc first. and then it’s just you explaining your writing ideas. i need to talk about them the same way i would talk about any random character i love to someone.
Aurora Andersen (Lesbian, Polyamorous, She/Her) x Mal Bertha x Evie Grimhilde ᯽ Descendants
“We love you - we both love you, and we want you to be with us. And I think, if you’re really honest with yourself, you can admit that you love us, too.”
Lottie Carthold (Bisexual, Polyamorous, She/Her) x Martin Blackwood x Sasha James x Jonathan Sims x Tim Stoker ᯽ The Magnus Archives
“We’re the fucking Archivists. We’re all Avatars of two different Entities, to some extent, we know what we’re capable of, and more than that, we love each other too much to let anything happen to each other. The end of the world doesn’t stand a bleeding chance against us.”
Anya Morov (Lesbian, Asexual, She/Her) x Alina Starkov ᯽ Grishaverse
“We are both women full of light, Alina. The brands of light may be of different sorts, but they are two of a kind, and they blend together - just as our souls are, and do.”
Oz Martinez (Bisexual, He/Him) x Pete Martino ᯽ Ghosts
“I spent a really long time being scared of who I was - Hell, I died scared and ashamed of who I was. But I’m not… I’m not scared of anything when I’m with you.”
“My entire life, I have always been the overlooked one, the forgotten one. Joffrey hated me, my mother only wanted me to marry well, and I looked too much a Lannister for my father to care. It is only with you that I feel… seen. That I feel loved for who I am, not who you wish I would be.”
This is heavily based off this Kohaku x Senku oneshot I wrote, except even shorter lol…
The entire thing starts because you catch Senku experimenting with something suspiciously sweet in the lab. The smell of cocoa and vanilla is basically impossible to ignore, and when you walk in, you find him surrounded by trays of homemade chocolate-dipped biscuit sticks like he’s just invented the next revolutionary piece of technology.
Naturally, Senku acts like it’s a completely scientific breakthrough. “We’re restoring civilization one sugary chemical process at a time,” he says, going into an unnecessary lecture about cacao processing, tempering temperatures, and how ridiculously difficult it was to recreate something as simple as a pre-petrification snack.
You’re less interested in the chemistry and more interested in the fact that they’re actually adorable. Slightly uneven chocolate coating, imperfect shapes, different flavors—he clearly put effort into making them, even if he refuses to admit that part.
When you call them cute, Senku immediately short-circuits for half a second. Not because he’s embarrassed about the snacks, but because hearing you say something he made was cute somehow feels more dangerous than any chemical reaction.
Of course, you ask if they’re edible.
“I wouldn’t waste my precious cacao reserves on something that isn’t,” he says confidently, handing one over like he isn’t secretly waiting to see your reaction.
The second you taste it, your expression changes.
And Senku notices.
Instead of acknowledging it, he’ll keep rambling about the science behind the snack, explaining how he managed to recreate the texture and flavor with limited resources, but he’s absolutely paying more attention to your reaction than his own explanation.
When you finish one and immediately reach for another, there’s a tiny, smug smile on his face.
“So? Ten billion percent edible, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Let me eat in peace.”
“Please, nothing in this stone word is for free. Then, because Senku cannot simply let something fun exist without turning it into an experiment, he casually brings up the Pocky Game. “Apparently people used to use these for flirting.”
You blink. “Flirting?”
And that’s when you realize Senku absolutely knows what he’s saying.
He explains the rules with his usual scientific confidence: one person bites one end, the other bites the other, and whoever pulls away first loses.
“So basically,” you say, “it’s a competition to see who gets embarrassed first.”
“Incorrect. It’s a test of psychological endurance, reaction time, and proximity tolerance.” Senku tries to correct you.
“That’s the same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
It absolutely is, you conclude internally.
The first attempt is a disaster because Senku assumes he can calculate everything perfectly.
He’s analyzing angles. Distance. Timing. Bite speed… Meanwhile, you just bite down and move forward.
“Wait—hold on, you’re supposed to—”
Crunch.
Suddenly, the stick snaps.
And your lips collide.
Senku immediately jumps back like he just got hit by a lightning bolt.
“OW—!”
You stare at him. “Does that count as winning?”
“No, you assaulted me.”
“You said the goal was not to back away.”
“That does not mean you’re allowed to attack me like a starved animal.”
He spends the next five minutes complaining about your lack of strategy while very obviously trying not to acknowledge that his face is completely red.
The second attempt goes better.
Kind of.
Senku insists on demonstrating “proper technique” this time, making a whole speech about controlled movement and gradual escalation.
You let him finish, leaning in once his lips stop flapping
“You’re doing that on purpose,” He mutters.
“Doing what?”
“Ignoring the dramatic explanation I spent time preparing.”
You snicker, “Maybe, maybe not.”
He seems offended.
Deeply.
But he also can’t stop smiling.
Eventually, the joking fades into something quieter.
The third attempt isn’t about pretending to win anymore.
There’s no teasing, no arguing, no ridiculous commentary from Senku about the optimal angle of approach. The two of you are simply sitting across from each other, sharing a snack stick and realizing the distance between you is getting smaller.
Senku, for once, stops calculating, or berating you, because now the problem isn’t that he doesn’t know the probability of what happens next—The problem is that he does.
He knows exactly how close you are.
Exactly how your expression changes.
Exactly how his own heartbeat is becoming a variable he cannot account for.
And for someone who can solve impossible problems, that’s the one thing he can’t quite process.
So naturally…
He cheats.
Just slightly.
Just enough to close the distance before the stick breaks.
The kiss is brief. Soft. Completely intentional.
And the moment he pulls away, Senku immediately tries to recover his dignity.
“That,” he says, clearing his throat, “was not within the established rules.”
You stare at him, “You totally cheated.”
“Kukuku, correct!”
“You admit it?”
“Yep.”
You sigh, “Was it worth it?”
Senku looks away, pretending to think.
“Scientifically speaking? Data is insufficient.”
You raise a brow.
He sighs.
“Further testing may be required.”
And that’s when you realize Senku Ishigami—man who can calculate the composition of the atmosphere and rebuild civilization from scratch—Made a snack stick just so he could kiss you.
“You know,” you tease, “this is probably the least scientific thing you’ve ever done.”
“Yeah. Weird, right?” Senku just smirks, picking up another Pocky stick, “Turns out not everything needs a data table.”
And honestly?
You’ll let it slide.
After all, it was billion percent worth the chocolate.
lowkey was drafting something for rames before i saw james maslows zionist ravings reposted to my feed by a liberal influencer i follow and lost all hope again. one day the world will allow me to be creative again
ohh omg this is so hard bc this song is about a dynamic none of my characters really have with each other... so erm. baby's first kucy drabble? kinda? idk. i just wanted them to yell at each other mostly. higher maturity rating than usual but nothing nsfw
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"I'd only take you if you were the only man alive and even then, you'd still hear me complaining about it."
Kendall's heart shouldn't have raced at Lucy's words. Not at all. But she had this way of saying something completely vile, while still managing to sound sickly sweet that had his tongue swelling, knees buckling.
He'd picked the fight with her in the Palm Woods lobby today, jokingly asking her to come up to his apartment for some "quality time" together, just because he knew the insinuation would piss her off. Staring at her ruby-red lips as she laid into him sent all of his blood rushing in one direction.
Every time she stood in front of him, it was like his brain and body disconnected, making the world begin to move in slow motion as she went on an on.
"Isn't complaining about me all you do anyway?" The boy smirked, "People around here already think we're together anyway... Why not get ahead of the rumors?"
He had no idea how these words came pouring out of him, why he wanted to get under her skin to badly. All the lines blurred when they were together and to him, that was beyond exhilarating.
Kendall Knight and Lucy Stone weren't good for each other. Hell, they'd been fighting since the day they'd met. Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute.
"Like I'd ever be with a cutesy pop star like you... You wouldn't even know what to do with all this!" Lucy yelled, hand gesturing from the tip of her black and red hair to the steel toe of her boots.
Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like he'd finally managed to fluster her, just this once. Daringly, he took one step toward her, nearly backing her into the beige wall behind them. "Why don't you show me then?"
"Get bent, asshole," Lucy hissed, puffing her cheeks as she crossed her arms across her chest, the black leather of her jacket squeaking. "Now, back up."
Kendall was desperate to have her hands on his body, even if it meant getting into a fight in the lobby. "Or what?"
"Or you'll take a beating so hard all the cops will find is a puddle of blood and sugar where Kendall Knight used to be."
There it was again: Cruel words, delicate tone. It made his chest constrict. "There's nicer ways to say you wanna touch me, Lucy."
Now she took a step forward, practically putting them toe to toe as she jabbed a finger into his chest. It stung, but by now, it was well worth it.
"In. Your. Dreams." The rocker bit back with a snarl. "Considering that's the only time you'll see any action..."
Something was wrong with him for smiling at such a comment, but Kendall couldn't help it. Anything falling from her mouth was enough to make him giddy, as long as it was directed his way... Winding her up was just the best way to ensure the conversation focused solely on himself.
So, he'd do it over and over and over, as many times as it took for Lucy to realize she found it just as entertaining as he did...
honestly one of my favorite things about fanfic is when you can see the canon influences come out in really subtle ways. like a canon line thats mentioned once as a throwaway is suddenly the entire premise for a fic or it influences the characterization or something. its just so cool to see how people weave their ideas around a source material, especially if its not a detail i'd thought about before
