WriteItInSharpie
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chay had lived most of his short life knowing one critical fact: he wasn’t porsche.
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Sometimes, a writer has an idea. Sometimes that idea doesn't leave the writer's mind until they've looked up, an hour later, and written the outline of a story into a discord channel. Sometimes, that writer then despairs because they do not have the intrinsic motivation needed in order to turn those messy outlines into an actual fic.
Sometimes, the best solution is just to dump barely-edited outlines onto AO3 as a series of not!fics that may, if I eventually get the motivation, turn into actual fics.
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No Puppies, Simon (Or Where Baz is so Done With Simon) by WriteItInSharpie
Fandoms: Carry On - Rainbow Rowell
24 Apr 2016
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“No,” Baz said, immediately.
Simon pouted. “You didn’t even listen to what I’m asking?”
“No.”
“But-”
“No.”
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Reckless & Young by some1_around
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Apr 2026
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Ilya was used to hazing. He had been subjected to it, he had participated in it, and, as a captain, he had stood guard over the rookies and protected them from anything truly harmful. But if he had been asked, Ilya would have approved of this prank. He would have authorized it, given Cliff and Vicky his seal of approval, perhaps even helped orchestrate it.
Any other day, Ilya might have been happy to play along.
But, in perfect dramatic irony, it had not happened any other day. It had happened today. And, cherry on top, of course the rookie had to walk in when Shane was already freaking out about Ilya saying his name.
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A prank-gone-wrong leads to the Boston Bears finding out about Shane and Ilya’s relationship in 2016. The day Ilya first invited Shane into his house. Right after they say each other’s names for the first time. Fuck his life, honestly.
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- Part 1 of lost in the haze
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“If I die-”
“You won't” Damian tries to put as much authority into those two words as possible.
“If I die, I give you permission to do whatever you wish with the mantle of Nightwing. If you want to bury it with me, if you want to give it to someone you find worthy, if- if you’d give me the honor of wearing it yourself,” Dick’s breath hitches and he gives a throaty cough.
“Whatever you decide to do with Nightwing, I will be one hundred present behind you. It might not seem like much to you, but it’s mine, and now it’s yours too,” a hopeful smile stretches across Dick’s lips and Damian’s heart aches.
“I know you want to be Batman, to wear the proof of your legacy, but I- I would be honored if you wore my colors” Dick’s breath sputters and Damian becomes less and less sure that help would arrive at all.