ten sencentes for fake dating fallout. sentences. i can spell.
Relief rushed through Buck, loosening his very bones. He'd known Eddie would be okay — Hen had declared so at the scene — but hearing it stated so definitively was a balm nonetheless.
"Okay," Buck nodded. "When can I see him?"
There was a singularity in the question, and Buck heard it. He'd assumed possession, almost unconsciously. For a moment he braced for someone to jump in, to remind the world that Eddie belonged to all of them, the 118's man, not only Buck's.
No one did.
Was that what it was to be publicly in love with Eddie Diaz? To have allowance given for his own longing and fear to take center stage, to overshadow everyone else? It tasted weird in his mouth, something electric that sat behind his gums.
Vis a vi your aliveshannon and buck being mistaken as siblings post may I recommend this (deadshannon) fic where Buck gets mistaken as Chris’s maternal uncle and Eddie bluescreens about it for 9k? https://archiveofourown.org/works/62402995
ooooo incredible, thank you excited to check this out! link
good morning my beloved lauren <3333 thank u for these!!!
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
ok i'm gonna be so vulnerable rn and you are NOT allowed to laugh at me!! but i am sadly very fond of all the most ridiculous cheesy tropes played absolutely straight. i'm talking soulmate aus and time travel fix-its. i respect people who think very hard about the horrifying implications of them and write subversions so much but when i reach for those aus i will be honest it is the equivalent of reading bodice-rippers for me. no critical thinking just :)
anyways that's why i might one day just write one of those self-indulgent aus just for me <3 i've also been tossing around a buddie omegaverse fic in my brain even though i don't read or enjoy that much omegaverse?? i think i just have a very specific dynamic in mind that i haven't seen people write before (though to be fair given i don't go into that tag i wouldn't know) and i want to exorcise it from my soul. but i'm not sure i actually want to write omegaverse outside of like. a deeply unsexy character study so who knows if i'll ever get to it lol.
10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?
LMAO i think u may be able to tell that relationship and character studies come most easily to me. i love love love writing just. people sitting around and yapping. i guess u could call that genre personal drama or smth along those lines? i also love writing magical realism (guy with three separate 10k+ fics about time going weird oh im sure), horror, and comedy.
hardest is hard fantasy/scifi! i am NOT good at keeping track of plot and worldbuilding minutae so the second i have to remember a bunch of details it's all off the rails for me 😔
i've probably heard about half of these but i am chinhands about wuffguru and MEMORY LOSS. and of course Gil's memories. looks longingly at vicious suburbia au. one day we will cram you into 911 too
for the tag game
many snippets, so under a cut we go
WUFFGURU MY BELOVED okay so wuffguru is actually fanfiction of a fanfic, the delightful Pet Therapy Werewolf (Detective Conan/Magic Kaito fanfic), which hasn't updated since 2020. I just loved the concept so much, I kept thinking about it until I couldn't help but start writing. Saguru as a werewolf!!!!
Hattori would return eventually, likely with help. As much as he disliked Saguru, Hattori would never leave someone to die. He would find Ace—Saguru—trapped in the exact same chains that should have held a human safely for however long it took him to get back. Barring starvation, of course, or rather dehydration, which would begin its effects in a few hours, really, and cause death within three days unless it rained. A pointless thought; someone would find him before then.
Saguru was finding it hard to look for a way out of here, staring at the picks and stones they’d already tried that had failed, thoughts cataloging all the things that would kill him if he were human. Somehow that was a little easier than thinking about what would actually kill him in 14 minutes and 4.48 seconds.
MEMORY LOSS is a Gentle Noble fic and pretty much just what it says. Lizel loses his memory (labyrinth shenanigans). tbh I didn't get very far with this one.
When Lizel gasps, just a small intake of breath, Gil stops and looks at him. “Hey,” he calls out when he sees that Lizel has stopped, staring ahead without seeing anything. When Lizel’s eyes shift to him they are full of tears that quickly spill over his cheeks.
Quickly, Gil pulls Lizel off the road into an alleyway. “What happened?”
“I’m sorry. I remembered. I suddenly knew all that I had forgotten.”
That sounded like a good thing to Gil. He didn’t know all of Lizel’s history, but he didn’t think it had been overall sad enough to make him burst into tears. He waited, not letting go of Lizel’s arm.
Lizel wiped at his eyes, but fresh tears fell. He looked at his hand, at the wet spots coloring his glove. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Just a little...”
Gil's memories--okay, I messed up here 'cause I have actually posted this one. It's chapter 4 in my little gentle noble fic collection. But you can have the snippet that didn't make it into the published fic.
“I thought that was you I saw through the window.” Lizel approached the bar counter, smiling. That perfume wafted ahead of him.
“Ah.”
“Hm?”
Gil didn’t respond to Lizel’s questioning look. He had remembered. The smell wasn’t unpleasant after all, it was just that it reminded him of...
Dark hair. A broad smile. A hand lifted as if to hide her wide-open laugh, though it never actually got that far. A thin hand pressed firmly to cover up bone-rattling coughing. A little candle. Because it smells nice. Because it covered up the smell of sickness.
A soft, but masculine voice— “Gil? What’s wrong?”
And finally, Vicious Suburbia AU. You've already seen it, but yeah, Vicious by V. E. Schwab. Suburbia AU. Victor and Mitch adopt Sydney and become the terrors of the local HOA.
Had Sydney mentioned anything about studying poetry? She probably would have gone to Mitch for that kind of homework. Victor checked his watch—Mitch wouldn’t be long—and was about to volunteer him for this parent-teacher meeting, when Mrs. Gardner went on.
“You’re not related, are you?”
“What?” Between the two of them, most people assumed Victor was Sydney’s biological father for some reason, but the story was (not untruthfully) that she was adopted. But that wasn’t what Sydney’s English teacher was asking about.
“To the Vales, the psychology gurus. I recognized this page Sydney used for her blackout poetry.”
Victor froze.
all of my Boku no Hero recaps that start with “x mile run” are because yeah i was literally in fact on the treadmill.
Every single episode of season 2 I watched on my ipad while running on the treadmill. which is about 10 hours worth of running just keeping up with the series (and thats not even counting rewatches. ive watched the Deku vs Todoroki fight like 18 times probably)
I’m Pavlov’d now. It would feel weird to watch BNHA lying down.
