parttimepoets
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I Feel Like Shit, but This is Helping by parttimepoets
Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992), Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)
07 Nov 2025
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little oneshot of race getting in a fight and spot being a Good Boyfriend™️
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I’ve Never Had This Before by parttimepoets
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983), The Outsiders: The Musical - Jamestown Revival & Levine/Rapp
17 Oct 2025
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short oneshot where john opens up to ava on a roof of all places
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Someone Good by pandaxlover
Fandoms: Thunderbolts (Movie 2025), Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 May 2026
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The world still sees John Walker as a villain no matter how many times he tries to do the right thing. After he rescues you during a hostage mission, you see firsthand how much hate he quietly endures, and you decide you’ve had enough. What starts as you defending him from the cruelty of strangers slowly turns into something softer, closer, and impossible to ignore. John may not believe he’s someone worth loving, but you’re determined to show him that he already is someone good.
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You get a 'b' tattooed just over your rib cage and surprise your boyfriend Boone with it (think Zendaya's 't' tattoo)
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The first time Jake tried to get his Sunday morning coffee and found none other than Rooster at the best table by the window, he could have believed it was happenstance.
The second, sure, it could have been a coincidence.
The third time, though, was when he started to consider that it might be enemy action.
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The last place Bradley expected to find himself was at a music venue with Jake performing, but two years after Jake took the fall for the daggers that's exactly where he ends up.
And it's the best decision he's ever made.
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“I’m going to be with you the whole way.” Jake paused, then cupped one hand against Bradley’s cheek.
He let himself stare. It was a quiet moment between them, a slow and horrible understanding.
He cataloged every freckle on Bradley’s nose—every line, every flush. He could feel Bradley doing the same, measuring every inch of him while the sky burned down around them.
“I hate ship duty.” Bradley’s eyes glassed over as the corners of his mouth ticked upwards.
Jake cracked a smile and swiped his thumb across Bradley’s wet chin. “I know.”