Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
Prompt: we’re in a group research project together, and somehow we all ended up in a polyamorous relationship. Maybe it was fate, if fate deals in species of bread mold.
This was on my phone, last edited on Feb. 2, 2016. The science lab project is based on a true story- everything else is fabrication. My lab partners and I were not as fab/attractive/compatible as the Hats and Kim.
Sips crosses his arms over his chest, turning towards Smith and smiling bemusedly. “You know I don’t want my students to fail, right?”
“S-Dr. Sips, sir, look, I’ll do anything. You can’t just- there has to be- there has to be something.” He’s a damn inch from begging.
“You must really need this grade, huh?”
“I’d suck your fucking dick for an A, mate.” Smith finds himself saying brashly.
CW: nsfw; both parties enter this scenario consensually and mutually, but take note that Sips is Smith’s professor, so there’s an uneven sort of power between them since Smith’s doing this for his grades.
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Clearing out the WIP/rough drafts in my Googledocs that won’t get finished fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
Ross writes sometimes complex poems about failed relationships and performs them at a nearby cafe. Smith stumbles upon it one night out walking, bored with nothing to do one evening. And then he notices Ross, and becomes smitten.
Ross’ poetry also written by me.
cw: disgustingly romantic. mention of cheating, failed relationships, hook ups.
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I’ve been headcanoning up a storm lately, and I’ve been wanting to post more things on my blog here. So- have some barely edited AUs that probably won’t get fics anytime soon, but are great ideas nonetheless. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
This started with the thought of tennis player Trott, and continued when the boys got new shoes and I imagined American footballer Ross. Thus, it turned into another AU where Smith pines after Tross. C’est la vie.
Trott is so completely focused on de-stressing from class that he doesn’t realize what’s out of place in his dorm room until he closes the door behind him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Trott averts his eyes at the sight of his roommate, stark naked. “Will you put some fucking clothes on?!” “Shit, sorry, Trott.” Smith grins, completely unfazed. Trott can feel his face heating up, because this is just perfect. Like he really needs another reason to be attracted to his roommate.
Tags: Awkward Conversation, Severe Lack of Clothes, Unrequited Crush, invasion of personal space/privacy
CW: other than what’s listed in the tags, I don’t know. awkwardness rival to the feelings of getting dressed/changing in gym class. walking in on someone who’s naked is awkward… If I need to tag something else, let me know.