#for real tho i have no focus or chill and that's a dangerous combination

[returnsandreturns]

i go through so many ideas so quickly that i forget about fics all the time and especially because i've mostly been writing on novlr, i have discovered the following things in different sizes and states languishing in my google docs:

the fic where foggy and marci have a divorce party and matt gets drunk and kisses him that very night despite never expressing any such intentions in their damn lives

the third and final chapter of the fic where karen and foggy get hitched out of sheer trauma bonding after matt dies but uh oh. . .

A SECOND CHAPTER OF THAT GLEE AU LOL

the remnants of the senator fic that i cannibalized because i want to write a romance novel out of it, including some intense research about a timeline that could fit in a state senate and a us senate run and some silly things like this

the crazy ex-girlfriend fic/daredevil crossover i was born to write

the very first fic i started writing immediately after finishing season two that never had a plot

the third chapter of that fic where matt and foggy meet at a party freshman year and just immediately become boyfriends

this masterpiece that feels very of my current era:

“Weren’t they trying to make us believe that they’re not hooking up?” someone asks, distantly behind them, and Matt doesn’t even bother listening to what comes next because Foggy presses him fully against the wall with his body to kiss him deeper.

He tries to track back in his head what got them here but they’re both high and they’d jokingly shared smoke between them that led to lips on lips independently and at some point Foggy said, to someone else, “Friends can’t kiss friends? Is that what you’re telling me? I can’t kiss my friend?” and now Matt’s breathlessly trying to keep up with Foggy’s tongue in his mouth. 

It’s a little gross but it’s also a revelation. Choir of angels kind of stuff.

“Why are we. . .” he starts, gasping out a laugh when Foggy sinks his head down to bite gently at Matt’s neck. “Why are we kissing again?” 

“Honestly, I have no fucking clue,” Foggy says. “I just don’t want to stop.”