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I’ve been having very little motivation to write lately, so please enjoy this outline of a Gansey/Dream Pack fanfic that I may actually write one day
-One night when Gansey is driving back home from visiting his parents, he comes across K who challenges him to a race. He knows he shouldn’t, but after having to hide his real self all weekend and the pressure of upholding his parent’s expectations, he needs to release his stress somehow, so he races against Kavinsky.
-Gansey actually manages to win
-which of course only makes K interested in him and he starts to always show up whenever Gansey is in the library during study hall
-Gansey always pretends that he doesn’t want his company but finds himself missing him whenever he doesn’t show up
-One day, as K is driving home he sees Gansey broken down on the side of the road (bc the Pig is always broken) and picks him up
-He takes Gansey back to the mansion and to the theater room where he kisses him
-Gansey is a bit surprised to find himself instantly kissing him back
-They make out for a while before Gansey pulls back and completely panics because not only
Is he kissing a boy, he’s kissing Joseph fucking Kavinsky.
-So he panics and runs out of the house where he bumps into Swan outside and begs him to take him home
-(Him and Swan are both on the rowing team together, so they’re both fairly familiar with each other)
-Swan agrees and drives him back to Monmouth
-That weekend, there’s a rowing tournament and Skov catches a ride on the team bus because he wants to come and support Swan
-After the race, Gansey sits by Skov and Swan on the bus and apologizes to Swan for making him drive him home the other day
-Eventually, Gansey ends up accidentally falling asleep on Swan’s shoulder and Skov finds it to be adorable
-Both Skov and Swan start to lowkey get feelings for him at this point
-The next day at school, Gansey is on edge all throughout study hall waiting for K to show up.
-but he never does
-Gansey realizes how upset it makes him to think that he’s messed up...whatever he has with K and goes to find him
-He finds him under the bleachers by the football field and he apologizes
-K acts like he doesn’t care, but it’s sort of obvious he’s still hurt by it
-So Gansey just kisses him before admitting he has feelings for him, but that they really scare him
-K actually promises that they can take things slowly and mostly keeps that promise
-For most of the rest of the school year, Gansey starts to slowly hang out with the dream pack more and more
-He spends a lot of time with Skov and Swan on race weekends and Proko has started showing up with K during study hall in the library so Gansey usually helps him with his homework during that time
-It’s coming up to the end of the school year and Kavinsky invites Gansey to the end of the year party that he’s throwing
-Gansey honestly doesn’t really want to go, but he accepts because he does want to spend time with the pack
-So, he shows up at the party and instantly hates it. It’s too loud and there are too many people and it’s all a bit too overwhelming
-He ends up finding Jiang hanging out in the back of K’s Mitsubishi smoking and watching a dumb action movie.
-Jiang offers him an earbud and they both watch the movie together curled up in the back of the car
-The movie ends and as the party is winding down, Gansey leaves the Mitsubishi to go find K.
-As he’s looking for him, he gets cornered by a group of older guys from Henrietta. They start to jeer at him because Gansey obviously looks out of place in his polo and boat shoes. Then one of them gets the idea to try and get Gansey to hand over the watch he’s wearing.
-Gansey tells him no and just when it looks like things are going to go bad, K, Swan, Proko, and Skov appear behind him
-K threatens them and the group runs off pretty quickly because they don’t want to risk pissing K off more than they already have
-Word slowly starts to get around after that that Richard Gansey is another one of K’s boys and not to mess with him
and then for inktober, #2, 8, 10, 11, 15, 21, 24, 27, 28, 31. TRC seems to be the only fandom we share, you p much know what I like by now I think (just mssge me if you got questions) and don't worry about filling any of these prompts "on time" if it's not gonna work out 4 u <3
You’ve probably seen these already, but in the interest of proving that I do answer my asks eventually (and because I cannot pass up the opportunity to create another list lbr):
2. Barefoot - When you have nothing to say, set something on fire (trans!K/Ronan, E; 2.3k; 2017-10-02)
8. Impasse - You know you like it but you’re scared of the shame (Kavinsky/Gansey, E; 2.6k; 2017-10-08)
10. Honour -It’s not safe to seek the attention (Proko & Jiang, T; 500w; 2018-02-08) “artist” au
11. Seasons - You’ve got me shaking from the way you’re talking (Skov/Kavinsky, T; 2.1k; 2017-12-25)
15. Intimacy -Don’t leave me behind (Noah/Whelk, T; 500w; 2017-10-15) canon-divergent au, 2nd person pov
21. Fingertips - this has moved past love to mania (TDP/Prokopenko, E; 4k; 2017-10-21) “artist” au, 2nd person pov
24. Breakable -You can count on me to misbehave (Kavinsky/Piper, E; 2.1k; 2017-10-25)
27. Cage -He made my doll heart light up with joy (Kavinsky/Piper, E; 2.2k; 2017-10-27)
28. Power - lift me back up to the sun (Kavinsky &/ Skov, T; 500w; 2018-03-14) rehab au?
31. Final - I have been to nothingness (Prokopenko &/ Kavinsky, T; 500w; 2018-01-24) tw suicide mentions, 1st person pov
I had a gansey x kavinsky dream last night and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m very tempted to write something hmmm...
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The title says it all
Pairing: Gansey/Kavinsky
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Tagged by @2am-limbo
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
Okay so right now I will not be held accountable for having actual titles for my WIPs I only title them once I’m done or maybe halfway through if I actually have a good idea...
1. Ronsey Climbing Date
2. OiSuga coffee shop October date
3. Trans Skov Top Surgery Dream Pack Caretakers AU
4. Unholy Gansey x Kavinsky part 2
5. The Night It Happened (Prokopinsky)
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@big-heccin-concern @therainroguefanfiction
“Sweetheart, the only one I have ever wanted was you,” Kavinsky said,and it sounded like a confession and a secret and a prayer. Gansey’s bottom lip quivered and he felt Kavinsky’s thumb tame it. “Only you,” he said again and Gansey finally let himself look at him.
Kavinsky himself was a carcrash, but not in the poetic sense. But in the sense that he knew he came with faulty brakes, that his steering wheel was jammed, that there was no way he wouldn’t end up anywhere but a crunch of metal and glass. And Gansey loved him. This car wreck of a boy. And as Gansey kissed Kavinsky, he figured he could always wear a seatbelt and brace for impact and hope for the best.
Kavinsky was a god. He felt it tonight. Invincibility in his skin, his bones. He was celestial and destructive. Mythology viscous in his veins; legacy borne from his body. Sex, drugs, and cars, the cosmos that sprung life forth. And he ruled them all. He was losing his grip on the first one, his adamantine control going boneless. Sure, he could always find any eager boy to suck his cock. Henrietta was teeming with boys with drug desperation and daddy issues; a combination that made gravity push them to their knees. But Kavinsky found them faulty. After all who wanted a bite of silver and bronze when you’d tasted gold? Those were thoughts to be shaken away though. Tonight was a substance party. The first rule of substance party was don’t talk about substance party. The second, to have a substance you had to bring a substance. And the third…abuse all the substances until your head was swimming and your soul turned malleable as clay. Kavinsky was working on rule three, ironic as the number was in relation to his problems. He took another pill, stole another drink. Tonight, fireworks imploded into thunderclaps from Zeus himself. Tonight, constellations twisted themselves into his face. Tonight, he was Herculean high, ambrosia drunk. He was a god, he was standing in the middle of his own Armageddon, and he found himself lacking. That was, until he saw the imposing profile of Ronan Lynch approaching, looking like his very own horsemen of the apocalypse. “Yo Lynch! What a surprise. How unexpected. Ronan Lynch at my very own substance party, what an honor,” Kavinsky jeered. He headed towards him, hungry for a brawl. He wanted so desperately to get his hands on someone, skin on skin, bruises blossoming, and a deluge of blood. Movement behind Lynch caught Kavinsky’s attention though and he froze at the sight. Gansey, this one god’s Achilles heel. This was not the golden boy he remembered but the pale boy he’d left standing alone on a street seeped in nightfall. This was a boy who broke Kavinsky and broke himself in the process. There was a wild look in his eyes when he caught a glimpse of Kavinsky, fingers curling like paper. He looked like a single touch would shatter him like crystal. Kavinsky wanted to touch him for that very reason. But Lynch was staring at him and Kavinsky had been looking for too long. “Didn’t I tell you Lynch? This is a parent chaperone free party. Send Mommy back home. He’ll scare all my guests away?” He gave Gansey a contemptuous look. He watched as Gansey’s eyes blazed, Kavinsky all too willing to supply the gasoline. They were all going to burn tonight. He traded barbs with Ronan, watched Gansey’s fire grow, a fire that could not be contained. It wasn’t until he’d given Gansey a Molotov cocktail, the pair a matching set, that he found what Hell truly was. His car was on fire. He watched it burn, a captivating combustion. Watched the flames lick at the leather seats, saw all the times he had Gansey back there. Gansey panting, Gansey writhing, Gansey gorgeous and needy and his. He felt someone step up beside him. He turned his head slightly, lips almost brushing Gansey’s. “Boom,” Gansey murmured. Kavinsky looked at him, eyes on fire. He realized, as Gansey walked away, that you didn’t fall in to love. Love was a trail of kerosene and someone holding a match. Love was burning.