#fics I'll (probably) never write

[punchholesinthesky]

Marvel should get into more one-offs, like werewolf by night.

Think of the potential to expand their universe.

I'd do a brujapedia-produced doc on the history of witchcraft in the US, adding in a few known characters like Agatha Harkness in Salem and Lorna Wu deciding to cover the ballad.

There's plenty of magick in the marvel universe to cover, just name drop a few, from known users to like famous people who keep it hidden,

And then add in a few conspiracies,

Like the scarlet witch and whatever weirdness happened in westview.

End with info that Jen Kale has resurfaced, unbound, claiming she walked The Road with Agatha and the Scarlet Witch's son

[julyzaa]

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Thanks for the ask!!!

Plot for a fic I will never write:

Shady Corellian lawyer/fixer becomes a wrench in the Sith Lords' plans when Jango Fett calls up the only legal counsel he can trust to ensure he does not get screwed over in the cloning contract.

[providing-leverage]

Hello sorry that I'm about to hijack your post but Leverage/Ted Lasso has been living in my brain for weeks now. Specifically the potential of the character we're introduced to in s3 who doesn't get a last name or a real job description other than it requires him to travel internationally for long stretches at a time.

That's right: Michael

What kind of man does it take to date a famous footballer and know that you'll probably never be able to hold hands in public? One who's got secrets of his own. Michael doesn't mind being introduced as Colin's friend as long as Colin agrees to stay out of his basement where his uh totally legal job stuff is stored.

I think he'd use the cover story of working for a consulting company because that's what Leverage's original cover was too and who even knows what a consulting company does?

Part of his role for his crew should be getaway driver because someone in that relationship has to be able to drive.

Trent loves Michael because finally someone who appreciates art! But Michael knows for a fact that half the paintings in this gallery are forgeries because his crew hit this museum three months ago.

There's also a lot of angst potential when Colin starts to open up to his team (no public kiss though because I hated that as a queer person who's closeted for my own safety) and Michael thinks that it's all soon going to come cashing down because he's not ready to be open about his job yet. what if Colin hates him for lying? Leaves him or turns him in to the cops? Can't handle dating an internationally wanted criminal?

But when he finally learns the truth Colin loves Michael even more because hell yes steal from the British government, how can he help?

omgomgOMFGGGG so

Himself and I were yammering about TV, as we do, and I don’t remember the exact sequence of thoughts that led to these words, but they are the sexiest thing he’s ever said to me:

“Leverage and Ted Lasso: the crossover you didn’t know you needed?”

Jesus Christ, man, the kids are still awake. I’m hyperventilating. JUST CONSIDER the incendiary possibilities for mayhem when you team up:

Elliot and Roy (an entire episode communicating with nothing but grunts, exasperated looks, and evil grins)

Sophie and Rebecca (my god, EMPIRES WILL FALL)

Harry Wilson, Trent Crimm, and Leslie Higgins (CORPORATE empires will fall)

PARKER AND KEELY (help I can’t)

Brianna and Beard (they’re coaching the decoy team while Nate’s infiltrating Akufo’s Management)

Hardison and All! Of! The! Himbos! He has mad respect for Isaac’s throne and calls Dani “Agador Spartacus” because of his aversion to formal footwear. I don’t know the context yet, but there’s a scene where they all roll up on a party in multiple limousines with synchronized watches that are based on one of Aldis Hodge’s actual designs.

Oh god, this must exist even if I have to write it myself. I don’t have time for this. I must make time for this. @lurkerviolin back me up here.

[godsfavoritescientist]

Two possibilities come to mind when I think about the concept of bill running around with his baby self: either he somehow accidentally clones himself and the clone process only makes newborns, or the theraprism decides one day "well you're never getting any better. Time to blow up your baby self to stop you from ever even existing!" and Bill stops them, rescues his baby self, and then is on the run with it, all the while going through periods of memory loss and glitching out of reality because the paradox of rescuing his baby self is destabilizing his entire existence.

[adastraetretro]

"Does it hurt?"

"I'll be okay."

"That isn't what I asked."

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy stared at the stone wall in front of him with wonder and curiosity, as if the mysterious box-shaped rock held the secrets to life itself.

It probably did. At least a fragment of it.

“Fascinating, isn’t it? The ancient language.”

Buggy stopped his deep staring to turn to the tall man beside him. “It looks beautiful.”

Oden smiled at him. “Couldn’t agree more, Buggyjiro. What’s interesting about the writing system here is that it doesn't display the phonetics alone. The order of symbols and the way they’re connected also dictates the grammar…”

Buggy listened to the enthusiastic man talk about the writing in front of them, explaining and translating as he went. Maybe he was trying to pass down at least bits of the forgotten yet ever important language to him, or he was just really passionate about the poneglyphs. Either way, Buggy took every little piece of information that fell from Oden’s mouth as if it was a sacred treasure.

He stopped his little lecture as little Hiyori walked –more like stumbled, up to the stele and touched the surface with her tiny hand, babbling passionately. Though neither of them could understand what the little girl was trying to convey, they listened intently as if every little noise out of her made perfect sense.

“Is this one causing you two any trouble?”

Toki came over to them, walking in small steps as usual, and picked up the still bubbling Hiyori in her arms.

“Oh, not at all. She’s a clever girl, like her mom.” Oden said, making his wife giggle.

The samurai looked at them as if they were the most valuable treasure in the whole wide world. It warmed Buggy’s insides, yet there was a pang in his heart. Family. Something he longed to have for himself down the line, but he didn’t know if he could ever have it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when a strong hand squeezed his shoulder.

“I can tell you’re deep in thought. It’s good to think, but you need to learn when to get out of your own head, Buggy.”

Buggy looked up to his captain, not understanding when the man had even walked up to them. He hadn’t heard anything when he was approaching.

“Sorry. A lot to think about, though.”

“Hm, indeed. But you’re only 13. No need to think so hard at your age. Look at Shanks, he’s the master of not thinking.”

Buggy turned his head to watch Shanks run around the land, chasing a large snake around as he laughed without worry. Buggy grimaced. “That would be because he’s an idiot.”

Roger laughed. “That’s not such a bad thing in this world. If anything, you’re the one who’s too clever.”

“And that’s bad?”

“No, not quite. I just worry that’s all.”

Before Buggy could ask him to elaborate, the man abandoned the subject as he turned to Oden.

“You think you can leave a message in my steed on here? To let the future generations know that I was here.”

Oden laughed loudly, as he did most things. “Of course, Captain. That is if you can find anything that would dent this stone.”

Roger laughed back. “Who said anything about carving on the poneglyph, idiot? There’s no need, especially not when there’s a perfectly good gold surface next to it.”

That made Buggy smile. The captain was clever too, much clever than him, yet he couldn't see how that was a bad thing. If anything, he liked being clever because it made him more similar to the captain. They didn't look anything alike and he certainly didn't have his bravery. He'd like to have a trait of his to remember him by.

He frowned. Perhaps thinking too much was indeed not a good thing. He turned to the sacred bell of Shandora as the dialogue in the background became background noise; and though he was not raised to be religious, he prayed that he had a little more time with his dad captain.

[tea-cat-arts]

The donghua adding in that Lan Wangji was waiting for Wei Wuxian to come back from the dead low key makes him look like an insane person, but it's fun to combine with the book lore of "He spent 13 years grieving" and turn into some maladaptive coping mechanism like-

"Lwj flipped back and forth between full confidence that wwx would come back and crushing despair over wwx just being dead. He collected alcohol for wwx to gift on return, but the only thing stopping lwj from just consuming it himself and getting alcohol poisoning was that he had to stay together enough to raise their son. Lwj incorporated wwx's ideologies and inventions into the Lan students teachings and worked tirelessly to make the world a better place, but could never simply enjoy the results as he was still waiting for the one he wants to show it off too (even if he's kept up at night knowing wwx will probably never see any of it). His hope that wwx could come back only made their time apart hurt more and made it so he was unable to move on"

[belfry-ghost]

[m3rricat]

tossing out another (spawn) Astarion headcanon-- I think, in his ideal living situation even with a romantic partner, he has his own bedroom. Not because of a lack of affection or love or anything; maybe he would in fact spend most nights sleeping with them, but he's never had his own space before, to his memory. I think he'd love a place to retreat to that he has no obligation to share, where he could be alone without being bothered when he needed it. And, it would be a place he could make fully his own, where he would finally be able to express himself through decor, color, furniture etc without compromise like he's never been able to before.

[aesthetictarlos]

Now I need TK Strand to have a phone call with Tommy Kinard and tell him why it's wrong to run away from someone you love and who loves you back.

I need TK to tell Tommy "I made the same mistake. I broke Carlos' heart, I ran because I was scared. I ran because I loved him and I was afraid he'd break my heart but look at us now. We're married. We made it work because we were meant to be. I don't know you that well, Tommy, but I know Buck. Do you know he called me right after you kissed him for the first time? I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was on cloud nine. Then he called me after your date, and he's been telling me bits and pieces of your relationship and honestly, Tommy? I knew the guy was in love with you before he knew that himself. Believe me, I know you're scared. I've been where you are. You don't know that but my ex boyfriend told me he was cheating on me when I proposed, and I almost killed myself that night. I thought I wasn't made for love, but then I met Carlos. And I knew he was good, but I couldn't have my heart broken again. I pushed him away so many times, but he always came back. He knew we were meant to be, and I trusted him. I think you should trust Buck, he knows what it's right for him, don't take that decision away from him. He was so hurt when he called me after you left his apartment, but you can fix that. Please, Tommy, fix that."

[abyssal-ilk]

saar and taash get on extremely well and it is entirely because saar has been through extremely similar circumstances as taash. or at least similar enough that saar is able to pretty quickly pick up some of the difficulties that taash is experiencing, both due to having multiple cultural backgrounds and what that means for how they perceive their gender under the lense of those respective cultures. saar sees a much younger version of himself in them, and he does his best to guide taash away from the pitfalls he himself experienced when he first started discovering who he was.

also taash knows a shit ton about dragons and saar loves dragons. so it's all great

[the-barefoot-hatter]

hurt people hurt people so give me everything you've got

“Hiya Fordsy!” Bill smiled.

“Bill, what on earth are you-“

“Well, I didn’t want to spoil your surprise, but come in, come in, take a seat!” the triangle bubbled, pulling Ford to the chair. Bill gestured to the array of tools on the table proudly. “You know how things between us have been weird since-”

“-you lied to me, trapped me between worlds, tried to kill my family and destroy my dimension?” Ford interrupted.

Bill’s bright yellow glow flickered and dimmed before the showman rebounded. “…Nail on the head, Sixer! Haha, speaking of…” he said, picking up a hammer- comically oversized in Bill’s tiny fingers- from the table and pressed it gently into Ford’s hand.

“What.” Blood rushed in his ears. Bill was talking, of course he was still talking he never shut up, but he couldn’t hear it properly…

“-and, OK, it’s summer, but you can lock me in the freezer! I already checked I can fit the big chest AND the kitchen one if I scrunch up, dealer’s choice, buddy! And the tattoos ARE tricky but I found a chisel and a mini iron and a dremel in Shooting Star’s craft bag, so we can give it a shot, and I got the car battery and jumper cables ready too, so-”

“…Huh?” Ford said, tearing his eyes away from the hammer and focusing on the triangle again.

“So we’ll be even!” Bill said, clearly repeating himself, playing with a nail. “I figured we’d start with a classic and work our way down the list! Or, or we could jump around, or double up, it’s up to you really-“

Bill was nervous, Ford realized dimly, staring at him. He set the hammer down, pinching between his eyes tiredly. “Bill…”

“OH, I get it now, of course, so dumb of me!” Bill laughed, a little too loud, tapping the side of his own head with the hammer. “You want ME to do it!”

Ford blinked.

Bill smiled.

“What-“ Things were moving syrupy slow. “Bill, that’s not what I-”

WHAM

A shaken, pained gasp.

“I… ok, yeah, maybe didn’t think this through,” the triangle wheezed, fingers twitching. Bill hadn’t picked a nail the same proportion to his hand as Ford’s had been. No, he’d picked the same size. Possibly the same nail-

And he’d nailed it too hard, right into the wood of the table.

“Ha, a- a little help, Sixer?” Bill said, smile twitching on his strained face. “S-should’ve put a book down or something…”

The silver blood welling up finally snapped Ford to action. “Bill, of all the stupid, idiotic, moronic- what were you THINKING-“

“T-that’s one way to get you hold hands again?”

“Try again!” Ford snapped.

Bill was quiet for a long moment.

“I… I thought you’d like this. I really… isn’t this what you want?” the triangle asked pleadingly.

Revenge.

Pain.

Tit for tat.

Bill’s blood on his hands had been what he’d dreamed about for thirty years, and now it was happening, here, in his home, offered up freely. “… No,” Ford said, softly. “It’s… it’s really not.”

[rosalind-hawkins]

I'll forever be fascinated with the idea of what Seto would have become if he'd never gotten control of KaibaCorp. What Gozaburo would have turned him into. How much worse he would have gotten without an outlet for the pent up everything negative in his heart.

What Mokuba would have become, once Gozaburo decided to take an interest in his education. How the brothers' relationship might never recover because Mokuba blames his brother for all of this.

What paramilitary training they might have eventually gotten. What crimes Kaiba would probably go on to commit.

How Seto probably would have snapped one day and finally murdered his stepfather to take control.

[comic-sans-chan]

Fic I'll never write where Julian has a latent one-way telepath gene activated by some sci-fi nonsense and can suddenly hear everyone's thoughts. And he's like, "Shit, I don't remember there ever being any betazoid blood in the family. This must be connected to my augmentations. No! I have to fix this James Bond style." So while he's doing that, life goes on and he has to keep a straight face against the cacophony of noise from all his friends and patients.

With his patients, the telepathy actually ends up being pretty useful. He can hear everything they're too embarrassed or proud to say, so examinations go much smoother. Though he really could do without all the sudden "mmm sexy doctor" thoughts interrupting his professionalism. Especially when they cause him to bash his head on his own equipment out of pure, scandalized shock. Twice. 

With friends, the challenge is mainly in not responding to their thoughts, because they’re always interesting. His friends are incredible people and he's bursting at the seams to talk to them about their interests, hobbies and concerns. Then, of course, there are the occasional "Julian is annoying" thoughts. He always knew they were there, but actually hearing them sucks. He takes heart in the equal amount of "Julian is a sweetheart" thoughts that pop up, often shortly after the annoyed ones.

Then there's Garak, who Julian avoided for as long as he could because he knows Garak wouldn't appreciate having his thoughts heard. He was literally a spy. Julian listening in on his thoughts would be tantamount to bugging his quarters or something. It's not fair to him. Julian and Garak might lie to each other all the time, but that doesn't mean there isn't a trust there, and Julian doesn't want to break that. Maybe in the beginning, but not all these years later. Not now that they're close.

But ultimately, it's just (hopefully) one lunch, and if he avoids Garak for too long, he's going to hurt his feelings and he can't do that, either. Garak only has so many friends. And anyway, what's the worst that could happen? Julian finds out what Garak really thinks of a book? Maybe Garak's soup is too hot, but he won't admit it? Maybe he'll mentally shit-talk a Bajoran, and that'll suck to know about him, but it won't be shocking. Hell, he’ll flatter himself, maybe Garak will have a lustful thought or two about him. That wouldn't be any great revelation. He knows Garak's attracted to him, and he's attracted back, but fucking an ex-intelligence agent isn't a good idea for someone with a secret as big as Julian's. So, he might have to rub one out after lunch. He can deal with that. No harm done. He comes to lunch.

And it's a spectacular mistake. He should have made another excuse, any excuse. He should have known better. He knows who and what Garak is. He knows he's traumatized and hypervigilant and a little bit of a maniac. Garak's even hinted at sentiment being a particular weakness of his before. He should have anticipated Garak filing away every little thing he hears and sees like his life depends on it. He should have anticipated the checked violent instincts and guilt and depression. He should have anticipated Garak wondering what secret Julian's keeping and coming startlingly close to certain truths. He especially should have accounted for the possibility that Garak is more than just attracted to him. He's deeply in love with him.

He leaves lunch shaken and sick to his stomach. So much of it is unsurprising. Garak's life has been terrible. Is terrible. Julian has known that much ever since meeting Tain. Since Garak spat that he hated it on Deep Space Nine and he hated Julian specifically for being something he doesn't hate. He doesn't hate him at all, apparently, but he does resent him. He feels ashamed for wanting an alien so much, for feeling such a strong connection to something outside of the State. Something that Tain would punish him for. He punishes himself in Tain's absence. It's horrible, the cruel things he thinks so calmly about himself, like it's natural. Obvious.

Julian's always known Garak was miserable and he's done what he can to help him, but he admits there's been a part of him that thought being away from Cardassia and the Order was good for him. That the station hurt him so much because it was a remedy, and sometimes remedies feel like poison at first when you're so used to sickness. But of course it's more complicated than that, of course it runs deeper, and Julian should have done more. Should have invited him out. Should have dragged him into some tennis matches. Should have double-checked that his damn medication was still working after the number that implant did on his brain chemistry.

Shouldn't have gone to lunch, because now he knows Garak fantasizes about taking him back to Cardassia and enjoining with him and fucking him in fields of flowers and... adopting bloody war orphans together. That is not the sort of thing Julian should know without Garak's consent.

Even worse, now Garak is suspicious, and he pops into the infirmary the next day to "check on him after his hasty departure the other day." It's not even subtle. They both know Julian's hiding something, but Julian can't have this conversation without having about ten others that he has no idea how to have yet. And Garak won't stop thinking about running a soothing hand through his weird human hair and over his fucked up human eyebrows and - once when he makes the mistake of turning around - grabbing his ass. He doesn't even have an ass, but apparently that doesn't stop Garak. Bastard! Julian snaps that he's fine and rushes him out because he has work to do, thank you, my dear tailor. Garak jokes that this is the first time he's ever been forced out of the infirmary before, but he's thinking about hacking Julian's computer while he does it, so Julian growls at him and storms off to upgrade his security system. Again.

Time passes and Julian's losing his mind trying to solve this mind-reading problem and figure out what to do about Garak. Because of course he has feelings for the man, but he's avoided thinking too hard about that because Garak's never been a romantic option. Now he knows there's a very real possibility that Garak can be trusted, just like he’s always hoped. That Garak loves him to a degree that challenges his loyalties, and if Garak is loyal to Julian, then Julian doesn't have to worry about him using his augmentations against him. He could finally have a partner he doesn’t have to lie to, who might even understand and accept him. But the fact remains that Garak didn't want him to know that, and Julian feels guilty. And conflicted. And horny, because Garak's been spying on him in the promenade without knowing Julian can literally sense his stupid ass and every third lizard-brained thought is about how much he wants to lick him. There's a part of Julian that wants to just yank him into a changing room and hope that the healing power of sex will just solve everything.

Unfortunately, he knows there's no way out of Garak freaking out about Julian having heard his every crazy, paranoid and lovelorn thought. And Julian's savior-complex is going haywire. How do you comfort a man who won't allow himself to be comforted? How do you return a love someone hates themselves for feeling? Julian updates his medication, but there's only so much medication can do. Garak needs more than just Julian to kiss him. He needs things Julian doesn't know how to give.

In the end, Julian is able to deactivate the gene responsible for the telepathy, and things go back to normal. He has lunch with Garak, who is notably pouty, but Julian can only guess at the reason (probably because he couldn't hack into Julian's computer--ha), and it's a relief. They're back on even footing, Garak is an enigma once more, and all is right with the universe.

Except that everything has changed.

Julian can't tell him he could read his mind without concocting a lie about why he could suddenly read minds in the first place, because he can't tell him about Adigeon Prime. In the end, it's less about whether Garak can be trusted, and more about Julian's issues. It's selfish, but Julian's never told anyone before and he's not ready to now. It's too big. Too much. He couldn't stand it if Garak looked at him differently after. But to lie about it now, so baldly, after the profound vulnerabilities Garak's expressed without having any idea he's expressed them, feels wrong, too. 

So, Julian doesn't tell him a lie or the truth or anything at all. He doesn't tell him until they're in a prison camp, until Garak's told him Tain is his father, until the possibility of Garak being ordered to betray Julian is dead and they might die soon after and Julian needs Garak to know he was loved by someone. He needs Garak to know who Julian Bashir really was. A liar. An imposter. A coward. Someone who only ever wanted to heal, who didn’t ask to be a monster. And Garak will forgive him.

But for now, Julian is all those things, so instead of confessing his sins, he brushes his hand against Garak's. He squeezes his shoulder on his way to get a refill. He brings back a dessert for them to share. He argues and recommends terrible books and invites him out to shows and drags him to tennis matches. He encourages his friendship with Odo and Keiko and later Ziyal. He asks him to teach him Cardassian. He brings him fresh Red Leaf tea. He starts keeping a heated blanket in his quarters. When Garak falls asleep for seventeen minutes and fifty-two seconds while they're watching a holofilm, Julian pretends not to notice. Inwardly, he cheers.

In the absence of one type of honesty, another takes its place.

[buckevantommy]

Agh too many options! Okay this is severely pared down and still a lot so, sorry or you're welcome idk 😅

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🎓🎓🎓

🥺🥺🥺

(your username is perfect for the suit one btw)

👔 — Tommy shows up at the firehouse in a suit. Buck has feelings about it.

"Do you have to go?" Evan doesn't break the bounds Tommy sets, keeping a small amount of distance between them even as he comes to stand between Tommy's thighs.

That pink, sulky pout and those lust-blown pupils and the wall of bothered heat radiating from Evan is almost enough to make Tommy forget about his responsibilities.

Almost.

Evan's hips sway forward and Tommy's hands move to meet them. Stop them. His aggrieved sigh fills the dense air. He doesn't have the kind of power to postpone today, but even if he did he wouldn't use it because they need his help with the defence and he gave his word.

"Would you really want me to blow them off?"

"I got somethin' you could blow.."

"Evan." He tries to sound stern, he really does— but he can't help the way he finds Evan's shameless desire delightful, and his fondness comes through in a smile.

The cocky little grin Evan busts out makes Tommy want to kiss him about it.

So he does.

He guides Evan in by the back of his neck and he all but melts against him, tries dropping his jaw to deepen the kiss, hands sneaking up Tommy's thighs—

"Mh— nope, c'mon." It's partially his doing, he won't deny that. But they can't keep going in sexy circles like this or he's going to be late even if he does manage to escape with a more or less clean suit. Standing, he maneuvers Evan back towards the closed door with ease, and with only minor resistence.

"No fair," Evan whines.

Tommy spies the clock on the wall. He really has to get going, and it's a struggle to not dive back in for another kiss as Evan leans back against the door, the long line of his body inviting, tempting. "From where I'm standing, I don't disagree." Because duty calls, so he takes Evan's hand and leads him out into the bright hallway, his mind a carousel of all the ways he could make this up to his boyfriend later that night, and reward himself in the process, too.

🎓 — College AU.

Buck finds the door open and no one inside. "Uh, h-hello?"

A poster pinned to the wall catches his eye: it's a man with an intimidating physique and the bare muscles of his chest and arms glistening in the sun. Buck can appreciate a good workout when he sees the fruits of that labour. He wonders what this guy does to maintain the kind of body that essentially doubles his size. 

He takes in the rest of the image, noting the suspenders and the hose and the helmet. A firefighter. It's a calendar of half-naked firefighters, the kind sold for charity. He wonders if one of the dormers is related to a firefighter and made everyone buy one, or if it was a gag gift, or maybe—

"Can I help you?"

Buck flinches at the voice behind him, dropping the calendar page and jerking away from it like he's been caught looking at something he shouldn't. He was snooping. "Um, I—" He whirls around so fast he knocks the shelf beside him, knocking a small box onto the floor and scattering its contents. "Shit— I-I'm so sorry." He's on his knees gathering up the—sticks of charcoal?—before he can think.

"Oh, that's— don't worry about it, really." The guy drops to a crouch, reaching for a few wayward pieces.

Their fingers brush where they both place the charcoal back in the little box. Buck pulls his hands back like he's been burned. "M'sorry, I just—" For the first time he gets a look at this guy. "I'm.. lookin' for Tommy?"

"Well, you found him."

There's a small quirk at the corner of Tommy's mouth like he finds Buck amusing but Buck can't really focus on that because he feels too hot all of a sudden. Is there no air-conditioning in this crappy dorm? "Uh. Hi."

Tommy's smile breaks free and crinkles his cheeks and the skin around his eyes a little. It's a really nice smile. "Hi. You got a name?"

"Bu—uh, E-Evan. Buckley."

"Good to meet you, Evan." Tommy pushes up from the floor and extends a hand down to Buck. He raises his brows expectantly, and. Well.

Buck grasps his hand firmly.

Not that he couldn't get up on his own, but Tommy was willing to help and it would be rude not to let him, right? It doesn't even occur to him that he should support most of his weight as Tommy pulls him to his feet—because he's not a small guy. But Tommy isn't exactly lacking in the physical department either; he could probably book a spot on that firefighter calendar if he wanted.

🥺 — Alternate Canon: just friends with pining!Tommy and “straight” Buck, hurt/comfort.

i'll have to leave this one for now. i can't find it in my gdocs or my tumblr drafts. i think it might be a rambling idea i put in the tags of a post i reblogged - but for the life of me i don't know what to search for to find it.. 🥺🫶

[youreyeson1y]

short n' sweet (mimi's kpop version)

collection of short n' (mostly) sweet fics about my favourite boys !

groups included: enhypen & stray kids

tracklist:

01. taste: student council president!yang jungwon

you can't help but tease your ex's current girlfriend just to get a rise out of her, definitely not because you still have feelings for him.

tracklist to be updated:

02. please please please: jake

03. good graces: seungmin

04. sharpest tool: minho

05. coincidence: niki

06. bed chem: hyunjin

07. espresso: christopher

08. dumb and poetic: sunoo

09. slim pickins:

10. juno:

11. lie to girls: changbin

12. don't smile: heesung

author's note:

hello lovelies ! as a long time fan, sabrina's sns was an instant favourite of mine, so i wanted to do something that incorporated her music <3

some things to remember:

📌as most of the songs depict toxic relationships or talk about relationships that have already ended, but me being an absolute fluff activist, this is to lyk that the fics will not portray the literal meanings of some songs but just the general vibes.

📌and to stay with the theme of short and sweet, the chapters won't be much long (my aim was under 1.5k but then the first part ended up being over 2k 💀) so i'll try to keep the chapters under 2k.

and ofc, why not include the people that have been living rent free in my head these past few months?

this started out as a thought that i needed to write about someone other than chan and because i wanted to experiment with different characteristics and tropes; and honestly i'm obsessed with each and every one of these fics

(since we didn't get the sab x enha collab we deserved, i'm here to serve)

as this is very experimental and a totally new experience for me, i would truly appreciate any form of feedback, constructive criticism or just you ranting about your fav scene <3 every single comment or tag means the world to me and i could really use any form of motivation 💋

anyway, i hope you all enjoy !

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