#adding it to my wip list

[lighthouseas]

au where poor writer mike wheeler who can't seem to get a story published jumps at the chance to buy a weirdly cheap house in a nice neighborhood near a good publishing company because he doesn't have the money for anything else.

however, upon entering said house, he quickly realizes that it is not all that it seems - the wifi glitches constantly, the doors lock and unlock on their own, he hears footsteps at all times of the night, and he's starting to think that the really cute bowlcut-adorned apparition haunting his dreams isn't just something his constantly sleep deprived brain is making up. he would move out - except for the fact that he doesn't have the money to live anywhere else, so, after a while, he learns to live with said apparition. it's good inspiration for his books, anyway.

and so, when ghost!will eventually realizes that his haunting efforts are fruitless, he decides - against all ghost laws - that he should appear to mike. unfortunately, mike is very cute, and throws will off immediately. and even more unfortunately, mike doesn't find will scary at all.

cue lots of gay ghost pining. and also mike thinking he's hallucinating because he's so sleep deprived

[steddieasitgoes]

I’m back with more not thought out holiday steddie ideas:

AU where Eddie and Steve are neighbors at their apartment complex who don’t get along and someone turn the apartment complex’s annual patio/balcony decorating competition into a personal competition that does stop until the entire power to the building get shut off and firefighters are extinguishing a blow up gone rogue

[trans-jon-rights]

Okay it's dumb self indulgent tma au time

What if. Jon goes back in time after MAG 200. But.

He's a cat. And he just looks like That :

(tiny phone doodle)

And he is there for the whole show, trying to do things differently with very little powers and zero ability to talk

[gossippool]

i was gonna make a personal poolverine headcanons list because other people were doing it too but i realised my fics already have most of them so. here are some of my headcanons in fic snippet form. some contradict with others and some i don't even think are necessarily true but it's fun to experiment

people have said this before but logan fights wade because he sees himself in him (or because he realises that he actually doesn't and he hates that)

wade knows about and feels the (emotional and psychological) effects of all his other variant selves (and everything else if he tries)

logan's heightened senses gives him synethesia

logan doesn't actually like violence/fighting/blood during sex or like ever. it's just an unhealthy addiction that started from him killing all those people that he snuffed with alcohol but revived with wade, and a way to take his anger out on (someone like) himself

with regard to wade's chronic pain slight p pressure on his skin hurts more and in a worse way than sharp pains like getting stabbed

[wild-flowerhoney]

u know that orpheus and eurydice trend on tiktok about looking back? its kinda making me think of percico constantly trying to keep sight of the other and never managing it. percy turning back just a moment too late, after nico's already stepped into the shadows and disappeared. nico turning back just a moment too early and looking away from percy's happiness, completely missing the way percy looks back at him.

the love is in the looking back. and they keep doing it, in spite of the fact that they're both convinced that they're the only one looking.

"i don't care if you don't love me enough to do the same, i'll keep looking for you."

they make me insane

[golswia]

...hear me out... fantasy dragon husbands

i hear you. loud and clear ✍️✍️✍️

[johnslittlespoon]

accidentally just created my own buckbucky college au oops (i love college aus tho, this was far overdue tbh) so here's like ~2k words of (semi–nsfw) drabble that i wanna turn into a oneshot/series :-)

thinking about modern au pre–established relationship buckbucky who meet in their first year of college because they apply to an ad to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus, complete strangers save for a few texts back and forth until move in day.

they become fast friends despite how opposite they are, john being a cliche frat boy type (but subverting expectations by majoring in something english–related? waxing secret poetry about his 'obvious as the sun to everyone but gale' crush on his roommate lol) and gale being a studious math/science major, no interest in parties or campus culture. pining aside, everything's just fine until:

john does something stupid a few months into the school year and ends up spraining/breaking his dominant arm– probably wipes out trying to ride his bike home to his and gale's apartment while drunk after a party. gale gets a call at midnight from a sheepish john asking if he can come drive him to the hospital, and of course he does, though after his initial concern when he picks john up at the side of some random street, he's fuming at john's idiocy.

"you could've rode into traffic, john. jesus, you're gonna give me a stroke one of these days, you gotta start using your brain more." and john's drenched in cold–sweat from pain as he cradles his arm to his chest, head tilted back against the headrest and trying not to curse out every red light as his head spins, but he still cracks a weak smile and says "c'mon buck, you'd be bored if i started using my brain." gale glances over and the stern look is enough to shut john up.

this injury leads to gale having to help him with certain tasks for a bit, like shaving his face, brushing his teeth, doing his hair, tying shoes, etc. john's stubborn the day after, independent to a fault, refusing to ask for help, and gale watches with mild amusement/hidden winces, not wanting to push because he knows by now it'll only make john dig his heels in. gale only decides that enough is enough when he's walking past the half–open bathroom door the next afternoon and suddenly hears a sharp inhale and a stream of profanities and pokes his head in to find john's cut his jaw trying to shave with his left hand.

the intimacy and domesticity of it all– john pretends he's inconvenienced, but once he realizes this means he gets to stare at gale's focussed face up close as he sits on the bathroom counter and gale stands between his legs carefully shaving away his stubble, he's a lot less reluctant to accept help. but being that close to gale's face and being able to unabashedly study his long lashes and the curve of his lips is dangerous for john's lack of impulse control, barely keeping his pining under wraps from the moment they'd met, let alone with this newfound proximity they have to fall into the routine of.

so john has fun being a shithead on purpose during these moments, both to distract his yearning brain and for his own entertainment, just yapping away while gale's frustratedly trying to grab him by his jaw and hold him still for five seconds. biting down on the toothbrush when gale's trying to do a proper job of brushing his teeth so gale has to wrestle it away like he's playing tug of war with a dog, being an asshole and jerking his shoe to the side while gale's doing up his laces for him, heart leaping at the thrill he gets from gale's touches getting firmer when he's fed up, or from being pinned by irritated blue eyes.

he has no idea gale's pining just as hard, because gale's a master of concealing emotions in thanks to a very different upbringing than john's, and because while gale doesn't hide his queerness, he's not as open with it as john is. but gale's losing his mind just as much each time john needs his help, and the way he feels his self control slipping scares him.

this little dance around each other probably comes to a peak when john's being extra difficult one day while gale's trying to tame his wild curls for him. gale's got john pressed back against the bathroom counter with a scowl, working his gelled fingers through thick dark hair, and john can barely think straight because oh, has he ever spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about gale's hands in his hair under very different circumstances.

john's got a grin so big it near splits his face in half as he purposefully leans out of gale's reach, pulling every annoying thing he can think of because if he focuses too hard on gale's motions, he's gonna pop a very inconvenient boner with no hope of concealing it from gale with the way he's pressed up against him.

but gale's got twenty minutes until his next class and it's a ten minute walk from their apartment, and he's at the end of his rope, so he finally snaps and without giving it a second thought he closes the last bit of distance between them to grab at the back of john's hair, and he pulls, hard.

the smile slides off john's face as his mouth falls open and his hips reflexively jerk forward and whatever scolding gale was about to give him dies in his throat because holy shit. there's a few seconds where both of them just stare at each other wide eyed with their hearts pounding, john internally spiralling because he thinks he's just fucked everything up, gale internally spiralling because oh my god, he hasn't been misreading john's behaviour around him.

gale whispers a "fuck" and, more impulsive than he's ever allowed himself to be, goes in for the kiss, hand still tight in john's hair, and john whines into his mouth and his hands fly to gale's waist and everything gets heated really quick– until gale pulls away with a gasp for breath, both of them panting, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. and then gale's ducking out of the bathroom and grabbing his backpack from the entry way and all but sprinting out of the apartment.

john's left standing there harder than he's ever been in his life but also panicking because he's not sure whether he's fucked up or whether gale's just overwhelmed, because he knows gale well enough to know he likes his space when big things happen.

but gale also knows john well enough to know how big of an overthinker he is; they've probably had to work through some incidents where their communication styles have clashed over the few months they've been roomies. so after his hands stop shaking enough while he's walking to campus, he types out a message to john letting him know 'I'm all good. Sorry for running, was gonna be late for class and panicked. Talk later, yeah?'

and john sighs in relief, texts back a 'np. sounds good :)' and then promptly shoves a hand down his pants and comes embarrassingly quick with the sting of gale's hands in his hair still fresh in his mind.

they talk things out somewhat, blahblahblah plotting problem for future me, but they're both shy and awkward around each other for a bit, which is so out of character for john and how obnoxiously flirty and loud mouthed he normally is.

so maybe what finally breaks them out of this tiptoeing around each other after a few days is something stupid– specifically, john ends up pent up and frustrated because trying to get off with his left hand just isn't doing it for him. and he's one of those 'once a day minimum' guys, so this isn't something he can just ignore; finds his temper is shorter, and he can't focus as well, etc. drama queen.

either gale comments on it lightheartedly and john blurts out his problem unthinkingly, or john makes an offhand joke about it, and gale thinks john's lack of impulse control is starting to rub off on him, because after a beat of silence, he gets out an "i can help."

john's head snaps over to look at him so fast he feels like he gives himself whiplash, eyes comically rounded, wondering if he's heard gale wrong or if gale's making a rare flirtatious joke. gale blinks back at him, looking just as surprised, tips of his ears going a little pink, but he doesn't laugh or throw in a 'only kidding!'

mumbles a "y'know, if you want," second guessing himself as if what happened in the bathroom a few days before isn't in john's top three best things that have ever happened to him list. john gets out a "yeah– yeah, i want," uncharacteristically nervous, and gale nods, turning his attention back to his laptop. and john just stands there in the kitchen, flabbergasted, shifting uncertainly.

works up the courage to shyly ask, "like. now? or." and he feels like he's never fumbled the bag so hard in his life, unable to remember the last time he's felt shy when talking about sex–related stuff, realizes just how bad his crush on gale's gotten. beyond a crush, at this point. and it makes it worse that gale's so nonchalant now, humming to himself as if in deep thought before saying "later. i've gotta get this assignment done."

john loses his mind over those next few hours, trying to be patient and give gale space to focus, but he's half hard the whole time and can't think about anything other than what gale means by 'helping'. gale can sense his impatience from the other side of their apartment, and he can't help the way it makes him smile to himself, having fun teasing john without even needing to do anything, and without john knowing it's fully intentional.

unfortunately this arrangement, however it plays out, probably leads to a lotta miscommunication and repression of feelings, because they're both dumb boys who suck at communicating, neither one of them wanting to ruin a good thing (aka an inevitable friends with benefits situation) by bringing up their feelings for the other. but there's plenty of hot sex and light kink exploration in the meantime, and eventually they sort their shit out, likely by accident like every other situation they've stumbled into together.

and not to cliffhang pre–smut, but i'll leave it there because this is way too long and if i do turn it into a oneshot i don't wanna write it all out of my system into this drabble before it makes it into a fic loll <3

[raionmimi]

Hi! I simply wanted to say that tour Symweaver stuff is beautiful, and also, What do you Think about "Sunflower" (by Post Malone and Swae Lee) as the theme song of these two? I think it's perfect for them!

I'm so sorry but the song is hardwired into my brain to think "that's the Miles Spiderverse song" to think of anything else 😭 I'm glad you're able to pull Symweaver out of it! I do enjoy listening to songs with ships in mind when I'm drawing, so I'll try to revisit it with them in mind

It's a common shippy song, but I really enjoy "From the Start" by Laufey for Symweaver because I love the idea that either they both of them thought their feelings were unrequited until they were adults, or that Lifeweaver was always aware of her feelings and just let her vibe until she was comfortable expressing it

[kitteneddiediaz]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Starting off today's tag game!

Here is a short snippet from my Psych au that is coming along quite nicely!

“Buck, can you think of anything that would indicate where Eddie is?” Athena asks. Buck shakes his head, fighting back tears. “I can’t. There’s no way to save them both.” A single tear slips out of his eye, “we know where my sister is. We save her.” He looks around the room, seeing his teams’, his familys’ hearts breaking. “Okay,” Athena says, taking a deep breath.  There’s movement then, commotion as everyone hurries out to find Maddie. Buck feels numb, barely registering Hen’s face until it’s right in front of his own, unshed tears gathered in her eyes.  “Buck…”  “Don’t,” Buck whispers, a fresh round of tears sliding down his cheeks to pool in the corners of his mouth. “Please, don’t.”

no pressure tagging @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz @pirate-hunter @inell @laurennnnn21 @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @aroeddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @cranberrymoons @theotherbuckley @loveyouanyway @wildlife4life @actuallyitsellie @moonsharky @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @lemonzestywrites @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck @honestlyeddie-im-bi @evanbegins @spagheddiediaz @firefighterevandiaz @buddiedrabbles @41noodlesoups please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from my tag list!

[astrobei]

he’s fine, he’s just in his sam winchester era

day 3 of @bylerween2023: demons, devils, and exorcisms. nooooo will don’t drink the demongorgon blood noooo

[buckera]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🌟

I was tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 and @wikiangela thank youuu 🫶

I've been tinkering with the screaming universe fic (among other things) and I'm still a little uncertain about some parts of it, but I'm making progress... anyway, please have this angsty tidbit:

Eddie asked him to move in on Sunday and Buck could still picture the way his smile wilted and turned into a first confused then angry frown when Buck let the silence stretch instead of an answer.

“So let me get this straight. You moved in with most of your girlfriends after a couple of months, I ask you after nearly a year and you get tongue tied? Seriously, Buck?” His nostrils were flaring and the volume of his voice was climbing higher and higher with each word and Buck still couldn’t utter a word. Not a fucking one.

“Fine. Have it your way then.” Eddie walked into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Buck to stand in the middle of Eddie’s living room, still unable to conjure up anything to say.

He stood there frozen and mute until he felt like he could move his legs without collapsing and then he was out of the house and behind the wheel and through the loft’s door before he could make a sound again.

And that sound was an ugly sob of guilt and the inevitability of heartbreak.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss

[augustinewrites]

now i kinda wanna write a fic where reader has amnesia and nanami falls apart 😔

[waxingrunes]

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE

I love how it looks like a picture taken from above and we all know moons would love taking pictures of sirius in various positions ;)

Would you possibly take a request where its just various frames of sirius in different positions but like polaroids or just pictures on his phone. I feel like you would come up with the most incredible things that he would take pictures of.

Love your work and my crush on you is the size of remus' 🐔

Oh, sign me the fuck up.

I have a strong hc that these boys are intolerably needy when away from each other for extended periods of time. Imagine the filth he would snap for Remus to come home to. Leave a little something tucked away in the book he’s reading as a homemade bookmark, but it’s Sirius knuckle deep in himself and flushed, “thinking about you”.

Maybe even when they’re not but Sirius is domestic and dick-hungry. Pin a quick shot of him to the fridge face down ass up with, “dinner’s in the fridge” scribbled underneath it, Remus wouldn’t know whether to laugh or gape.

And Remus’? That man’s quiet but his libido is large, he’d want a collection of compromised and humiliated Sirius.

[roomwithanopenfire]

okay but season 3 stranger things AU where it's Nancy and Eddie who work at Scoops together instead

[redysetdare]

I love you merrymaker webber

[crownofgildedlilies]

jason grace fic set to cool about it by boygenius about a roman!reader left behind when hera kidnaps him and it's heavy w the angst