#i do love that we found it funny that the one main au where pretty boy and other friend would get to be the primary ship would

[jomeimei421]

you got any orv fic recs 🙏🏼

BOY I sure do. This list is going to be pretty long, so I'll put it below the cut.

Mei's ORV Fic Reccs

Spoilers for ORV until the epilogue!

Post-Epilogue by the1864

GEN, yoohankim if you squint. This one is one of my favorite ORV fics at the moment so it's going first in this list! It picks up right where 551 leaves off, and every single character is written absurdly well, especially the main trio! Great if you're looking for KDJ recovery stuff.

Rendezvous by WindsofTime

Joongdok. A reimagining of select scenes from ORV, if KDJ and YJH made more use of Midday Tryst, told from YJH's point of view. A tiny bit different from canon, but not enough to call it canon divergence. The babygirl YJH fic ever. Op GETS him.

The False Last Act by younglegends

GEN. If you read any fic on this list, please read this one. I can't say anything about it without spoiling parts of it, and I really don't want to do that. Extremely well executed. Lovely, comforting, and will make your stomach flip like you've stared too long into the abyss. Read this fic TWICE. Read it TWO (2) TIMES.

My Cooking was Always Better with You (Now if only you would eat it) by pave_ment

GEN, joongdok if you squint. For those who lament over the fact that we never got to see any scenes from YJH's 81st regression cooking adventure I present to you: Dungeon Meshi AU, ft. chimera KDJ and bratty chef adventurer YJH. Enjoy!

Tell Me I Did Good Until Now by featherx

GEN. with a little sangsoo on the side. KDJ returns post epilogue, but stays a child in body and mind. This one had me reeling for the whole week when I read it. Sweet and melancholy. I especially loved YJH being bullied by children. KDJ is really, profoundly loved in this one.

An Incomplete Record of Correspondence Between The Magnificent, Unbiased, Genius Author Han Su-yeong and The Jackass Who Dares to Edit Her Work by Dragonomatopoeia

Joongdok. Yoohan's annoying arguments in the ORV shared google doc. The concept and title alone are too funny to not put on this list.

The Prologue Past the Epilogue by AVoresmith

Yoohankim, though mostly just JD at the moment. Of all the ORV fics I've ever read, I think this fic comes to closest to imitating the actual writing style of ORV along with nailing the characterizations with pinpoint precision. Also contains a JD kiss chapter that is more intense than any actual nsfw scene they could have wrote. There are some caveats to this recommendation though:

It gets slightly NSFW in the latest chapter.

Biyoo is several hundred years old and is treated as an adult, not a kid. There will be mention of Biyoo in relationships with adult partners -- including implied YJH. In my opinion it's handled tactfully, but it's also something that might turn some people off to this fic, so please be aware!

LGY has a big puppy love crush on KDJ. Obviously completely one-sided, but it's there.

Home Invasion by misoriri

GEN. KDJ gets shingles and has to be taken to the doctor. YJH breaks a door and then looms in the kitchen like an evil lamp post. JHW bites a tomato like an apple. LJY gets demolished at Club Penguin Card Jitsu. A short read, but hysterical. KCom is so fucking funny in this.

I saw you in a dream by featherx

GEN, Doksoo if you squint. OD meets the HSY of his new worldline, and can't help feeling like he knows her from another time, another place. Had to lay down after this one. Solid 999 and SP fam content, as well as typical YHK style cosmic unbreakable bonds.

We are A Woven Thread by ksalientian

Yoohankim. A reincarnation AU. I read this one a while back but I found it again recently and it still hits just as hard! The cosmic codependence trio finds themselves trapped in another looping cycle, but as is always the case with them, they always find each other and are okay in the end.

A Short Pause by Je_te_veux

GEN, but can be read as JD. An episode set between 517 and 520, a day in the life of YJH, and having some time to think. JTV is a Chinese writer, and you will need to copy and paste into a translator to read their fics, but genuinely they are one of the best ORV writers I've ever read. This fic is one of the ones I always come back to. Really excellent YJH characterization.

Honey and Ginger by Rivani

Yoohankim. Good old fashioned fluff sickfic! The banter is very well done; the three of them are insufferable <3

Too Many Cooks by SonaSona

Yoohankim. KCom makes dinner. HSY makes herself a nuisance. Sona's prose is incredible, and her characterization of the main trio is impeccable. Light, sweet, with just a touch of the ORV brand melancholy. Yoohan is always funny.

There are more but this post is getting pretty long so! Enjoy 👍

#orv #mei talks #answered asks #omniscient reader #omniscient readers viewpoint #fic recs

[jennilah]

Jenna, can you give us a rundown of who these Saw people are for everyone who follows you but has not seen and will never see the Saw franchise?

ok my beautiful and very accepting followers gather round i am going to try to provide you some basic context to these characters that feature heavily on this blog these days, and i HAVE smoked a bowl of weed already

majorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fucking series spoilers for anyone who might actually kind of be interested

mkay first of all despite what my blog might lead you to believe, this guy is like. the OG antagonist. the main dude for the whole franchise even when hes not technically present for most plotlines. all of his scenes are baller af

his name is John Kramer and he is the original Jigsaw Killer. He truly believes he can rehabilitate people who dont appreciate their lives (or commit crimes or take advantage of people) by putting them in saw traps. he pretends its not personal but it totally is. hes always putting people he personally beefs with in traps.

hes deeply fucked up but also really fascinating tbh like the whole fun of his character is seeing what reason hes gonna come up with to justify his next atrocity and how he manipulates everyone around him into doing his bidding. hes a mastermind. hes also Peepaw. Peepaw is kind of crazy but we love Peepaw

This is Billy hes a puppet

Billy is good

This is Adam Stanheight everyones favorite dead boy

hes so funny and charming and is also such a sopping wet pathetic sad rat. everyone loves Adam. We love pretending Adam is gonna come back but hes been super dead for years

This is Lawrence Gordon the guy he was stuck in the bathroom with and he does, yes, saw his foot off to free himself from his chain. hes an oncologist

everyone loves shipping him with Adam, thats called Chainshipping and its very cute but also very sad

esp because Lawrence turns to the dark side and becomes an apprentice to Jigsaw and never went back to save Adam like he PROMISED what the FUCK

but also i love Apprentice!Lawrence because of all the nutty implications and what other fun it has given us (such as AUs where Adam lives and even sometimes joins Lawrence as an apprentice himself)

This is Amanda Young she has many,. haircuts

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER 😭😭😭😭 Shes an apprentice to Jigsaw and his pseudo adopted daughter and they have such a fucked up and tragic found family with each other.

i love that shes messy and emotional and vengeful and sarcastic and battling personal demons and questioning whether John's "rehabilitation" method really works (aka saw traps) and being unsure if she can take up the mantle when he passes. but he believes in her. and god they make me fucking emotional

this is Lynn Denlon shes a doctor kidnapped to treat John's cancer. and people ship her with Amanda, thats Shotgunshipping. it goes pretty hard tbh

like their scenes go fucking crazy through a shipping lens oh my fucking god. actually they all do tbh thats part of the fun of shipping in this franchise

oh boy big sigh here we go

this is Detective Mark Hoffman who is unfortunately my favorite character and i am REALLy high now. if u ever get confused like MANY of us did, you can recognize him by his bitch lips and/or boobies. ugh im gonna throw up i hate his ass

that last one oh my fucking god

anyway hes actually awful but i love him so much and at first i was scared that i was the only one who did LMAO.. anyway he also gets recruited by Jigsaw as another apprentice when he was in a very dark place, having just killed the murderer of his little sister. he made it look like a saw trap to frame Jigsaw.

but Jigsaw found out & was like nuh uh bitch you're working for me now, or else I'm telling on you.

But then Hoffman was like guess what bitch I LOVE it here and i LOVE killing. he becomes the Jigsquad problem child and proceeds to kill or manipulate everyone he needed to so he could be the sole "Jigsaw" remaining. But he's sloppy and paranoid af so the FBI is on his ass from day 1. And the more he kills, the sloppier he gets, and the more frantic and unable to dig himself out of this hole he gets. and the more violent and crazy he gets. But the more crazy he gets, the more he keeps evading death like a cockroach. For real, watching his downfall was the major appeal of his character for me, and the start of my downfall..ing in love with him. lord almighty

anyway everyone hates his ass and we LOVE bullying him!!!!! he deserves it. for all of the atrocities hes committed and also because hes such a smarmy little shit. even Amanda bullies him

and then we have Peter Strahm who shows up and hates Hoffman immediately, as you do. u can tell its him from his ridiculous eyelashes

and, YEAH, YOUVE GUESSED IT......... PEOPLE LIKE TO SHIP HIM WITH HOFFMAN.......... I KNOW..... RIGHT.... COULDNT BE ME.......

Because he is Hoffman's biggest adversary for two movies, knowingly in one. It's a classic cat and mouse game.

Anyway we love Peter Strahm!!!!! He's also an asshole! He's extremely hotheaded and short tempered but extremely passionate about the case. like, his dedication goes crazy. He's also quite the sassy bitch himself

but its BECAUSE he is also caring and emotional, especially towards his work partner Lindsey Perez WHO WE LOVE BECAUSE SHES AMAZING AND CARING AND SHE'S BEEN PETER'S PARTNER AND FRIEND FOR 5 YEARS THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

and those are the characters but ur probably like "what the fuck is up with the glass coffin" well my friends that is what us Hoffstrahmers refer to as our roman empire.

um i ran out of room for pictures :) but by now yall have seen the two traps reblogged and drawn by me a BILLION times, and those are: the water cube trap, and the glass coffin

so the deal with those:

the water cube trap: Strahm runs off to find Jigsaw himself after wildly following clues with no backup because he's so worked up from Perez getting hurt earlier and he sets off on revenge immediately. Hoffman catches him and puts him in the water cube.

It's meant to just kill him. he wasnt supposed to survive it. but Strahm is suddenly the main character when he fucking survives an unwinnable saw trap the fuckin crowd goes wild, it was fuckin sick dawg

and then through a series of Hoffman backstory flashbacks that he daydreams, he figures out the entirety of Hoffman's real secret identity and sets off to go catch him

and thats when he finds:

The Glass Coffin Trap: the instructions on the Jigsaw tape tell him to get into the coffin, it will hurt him but he will have a chance to survive. "do you trust me?" but he KNOWS its Hoffman and he doesnt trust that motherfucker so he doesnt get in. Hoffman approaches the scene, they get in a scuffle, and Strahm pushes him into the coffin and seals it.

but hoffman is like "neener neener poopoo you're an idiot" and tells him to listen to the rest of the tape. which tells him that if he doesnt get in the coffin, he's gonna fuckin die bro lmao rip

and so he does! hoffman, in the coffin, sinks into the ground like some cartoon villain and the walls close in and squeeze Strahm to death

anyway at first Coffinshipping to me was kind of a joke like just classic Asshole x Asshole, Enemies to Lovers, Hero x Villain shenanigans. Teehee what if they KISSED... in the COFFIN... and all.

but then i read exactly 1 fic and i was completely convinced entirely of the angst possibilities of these two. the "what if"s that were possible with them. the little Hoffstrahm community i found has been so fucking awesome their ideas are so fucking fun, and I'm having so much fun thinking of art of them and fics of them and ugh i love it here

#saw #jennilargh #jenna answers #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally in Love (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 1800-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 3

One Week Later

“Is he hot in person?”

“Who?” Echo slipped her lunch into the breakroom fridge and pulled out the two cold bottles of caffeinated water she’d left in there the previous night. Late afternoon as it slipped into evening was always a busy time and she needed the fortification. 

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Kalenda, her work bestie, scoffed as she crossed her arms with an impatient frown. The curvy brunette was Echo’s age, about two inches shorter but making up for it with feistiness. “Who do you think? Bucky freaking Barnes! Christ, it’s like you don’t even know me at all.”

 “Lord…” she rolled her eyes as she held the door to the break room open for her friend to pass in front of her on their way into the main center. “Yes. Yes, he is just as beautiful in person, and he and Captain Rogers together are, in fact, as kind and stupidly hot as advertised.” After the visit at the hospital where they’d returned her replaced or repaired belongings—including her bike—Echo had traded numbers with Steve and Bucky, and the guys had texted her a few times in the intervening days to check on her and chatting a little, but it felt weird reaching out to contact them just because. It wasn’t like they were friends or anything. 

Not that she wouldn’t have minded being their friend, or… well, or. They were gorgeous, sweet, funny so far as she could tell, and of course heroic and selfless as hell. The way they smiled at her made her knees weak and her pussy may never recover. What’s not to like? But who was she kidding, really. They were the objects of desire for over half the planet, she guessed, and she was a dispatcher for the NYPD. In no way were those worlds truly related, outside of the most superficial ways, much less were compatible. 

“The hair and those eyes, I’d get so fucking lost in them you’d never find me again. And all those muscles,” she sighed lustily. “Fuck me, that’s before we even talk about that metal arm,” Kalenda carried on, now in full swoon as they made their way out to their stations. “Gods, the things I would let him do to me…” 

Echo snorted at her friend’s obvious heart-eyes in regards to the Winter Soldier. She didn’t blame her at all, but still, their coworkers didn’t need to be privy to their depraved bestie conversations. That’s what the chat was for. “Annnnnnd that is how we end up back at the supervisor’s office for inappropriate work conversations.”

Kalenda scoffed, waving off her concern with a dismissive hand-wave. “Oh, like you’ve never said anything filthy.” Her wicked grin should have been the warning. “Something something ‘star-spangled cock could split you open any time he wanted’? Something something ‘break him down to the frame’... any of that sound familiar?” 

Her leering green gaze as she slipped on her headset made Echo giggle even as heat rushed to her cheeks. “You could shut up any time now.”  

The laughter was shortlived, though, as they settled into their workday. Having a headset on meant that it was time to serve the citizens of NYC and the officers of NYPD to the best of their abilities. They were one of, if not the, largest comm center in the country and Echo was proud of the work she did, contributing to the safety of her town. 

It was easy to get lost in the work, one call at a time, one radio run at a time. Her focus, scattered as it could be at any other time, easily fell into the rhythm of call and response, action and reaction, hours slipping by unnoticed. 

Voices behind her and down at the end of her row drew her attention, their familiarity abruptly yanking her out of the zone. 

One pair of eyes zeroed in on her immediately. “Well, if it isn’t the crash test dummy.” 

Boisterously loud for the locale, Tony Stark was the walking definition of ‘all eyes on me’. He may have been in a crazy expensive suit and tie, looking all prim and proper and what have you, but the curve of his lips promised the most interesting kinds of mischief. 

Echo swallowed hard as she made herself unavailable for calls, her eyes quickly darting left and right to the unabashed gawking of her coworkers. Oh, they were still busy as hell, but the nosy bastards were never above a good spectacle. “Mr. Stark.” 

“Did the phone meet your standards?” he demanded with a smirk that seemed a little too knowing. He stopped behind her chair, spinning her around to face him. 

She nodded hesitantly. “It did, thank you. I mailed you a thank you note. Did you not get it?” 

Yes, it had been an old school touch, but sending him an email seemed a little impersonal, especially since he’d gone to the trouble of transferring all her stuff over in addition to giving her a top of the line bit of tech. And it wasn’t like she could just show up on his doorstep with a casserole.

He snorted, his billion dollar smile on full display as his eyes crinkled at the edges. “I did, but then, I expected nothing less considering you hang out with the geriatric set.” 

She was about to ask what he meant when another voice cut her off. “Tony, Jesus, man. Quiet down, people are working here—oh, hey Echo.” 

She sincerely hoped the whimpering squeak as she spun quickly to face him she heard was just in her head, though Kalenda’s snort behind her indicated no such luck. “Hi. James. I-I mean Bucky. Um…” her eyes met her bestie’s just behind him for some help, but only found the kind of mocking encouragement born from years of friendship. “Nice to see you. Here. At my job.” 

“Um yeah, about that…” The brunet smoothed his long bangs back out of his face behind his ears and grinned bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck. Under other circumstances, she and Kalenda would be ogling him for the way the seams of his deep blue henley were barely clinging to life across his shoulders and around his massive arms and the skinny jeans that were all but wrecking her concentration. “Cap and Tony had a meeting at 1PP and Stevie wanted me to tag along.” 

“I’m glad he did.” The way her compliment made his cheeks flush felt like winning an award, even if the normal filter she kept up at work slipped a bit. 

“Me too.” The tiny shy grin that danced at the corners of his lips was killing her slowly, even as the somewhat awkward silence stretched out between them. 

Kalenda’s obvious throat-clearing seemed to startle her back into herself, reminding her acutely of both their location and their audience. 

“Well, it’s always good to see you.” The platitude was automatic, off her tongue and into the space between them before she even thought about it, her nerves robbing her mind of anything but decent manners. Good gods, she was never gonna live this down. 

“You look good.” His eyes widened a moment later as he flushed bright red, clearly that hadn’t been what he’d meant to come out of his mouth. “I mean, that is… you look better than when I saw you last time.” 

“Hard not to,” she conceded, her mind bordering on hysterical the longer this conversation went on. It felt like the whole world was watching this junior-high level farce and she was stumbling through it, quite badly. 

“Well, on the upside, you’re wearing more clothes this time,” Tony interjected oh-so-helpfully, looking like he was avidly watching the best telenovela ever and doing nothing to quell the likely overheating rumor mill that had just kicked into gear around them. “And there’s less blood.” 

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Stark,” Shelly, the floor supervisor’s breathlessly cheerful voice sounded like she’d rather eat broken glass than let that conversation continue as she rushed across the room to join them. “Echo, Mr. Stark, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers—”

“Hello, Echo.” 

She was almost afraid to look, though Kalenda’s dreamy sigh left her no other choice. Sure enough, the gods of horniness were testing her and pretty much every woman in the five boroughs with these three Avengers out together. In a black t-shirt under a green button-down and jeans that gave her the most impure thoughts possible about his thighs, the blond Avenger with the pink cheeks grinned at her warmly from his spot behind Tony. The fact her panties didn’t burst into flames right there was a miracle of modern physics. 

“Hey Steve.” 

“As I was saying,” her supervisor huffed, bringing all of the attention back to her, “they’re here to tour the center, so we should really be on our way.” 

Sounded reasonable to her, so long as they were there, Echo doubted there’d be much work done anyway. “Alright then.” Echo turned back to her console to take stock of her district. “It was good to see you. Be safe out there.”

“Before we go though…” Buck’s half-grin as he met her eye over her shoulder warmed her to her toes. “You out of here soon?” 

“A few hours. Why?” 

“Wanna meet up for a late dinner?” 

His hopeful expression tugged at her heart. It was the kind of thing that made her want to give him the world, even if she didn’t know him like that. “It’ll be after ten,” she hedged, perched on the fence between really wanting to spend time with them because who wouldn’t, really, and knowing that she’s no one special and didn’t have any business tagging along with them. 

“Then we’ll leave a light on for ya,” Steve replied cheerfully as he and Bucky were led further into the center and away from her desk. “See you tonight.”

“Always a pleasure, Crash,” Tony called, following behind him. 

Echo sat blinking at her console as she watched the group retreat, only spurred to action when she caught Steve’s eye as he winked at her before leaving the room. 

“What just happened?” she asked the Universe at large as she typed in the login code for her phone from muscle memory.

“Looks to me,” Kalenda replied lightly dropping off a new bottle of caffeinated water, “like you have a date after work.” 

“Huh.” The very idea was mindblowing. Quickly, her mind was shaken from its haze by a bank robbery that required both her and Kalenda’s attention for quite a while. 

“And had the nerve not to introduce me.”

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[mixelation]

I got a couple of questions for the reborn AU

1.  Are they Team 4 because it's the other unlucky number?

2. Are that generations team 7 more lucky than team 4? If yes, by how much?

3. If team 4 is made up of the worst team-up, how are others viewing them? I mean especially Tori, cause in comparison to the Jinchuriki Sensei and 2 prodigy teammates (one being able to essentialy causing mass hallucinations and the other causing mass destruction via bomb). Like do others look at that team and think "poor girl. The only normal one" just to get hit with the fact that Tori can be even worse? Would Tori become the weird cryptic?

4. How would Itachis parents react to his teammates? Like, Mikoto must be over the moon that her best friend teaches her son. And we kinda know how she likes Deidara thanks to homemade dynamite, but it's DIFFERENT.

I love Minatos growing horror of Tori

They're Team 4 because I picked a random number and then went ".....oh yeah! the death number!" and realized I couldn't change it now. So Minato did approximately the same thing.

Minato: Oh, there's no active Team 4. I'll just assign that number.

Minato: Oh, there hasn't been a Team 4 since before the war. I wonder why?

Minato, after the ink is dry: oh right

Since it's an unlucky number, it just doesn't get assigned unless there's somehow too many teams to NOT assign it. Or if your Hokage was woken up at 4 AM by his eight year old giggling too loudly because he drew on the walls and assigned you a team number before he'd had his coffee.

Part of Tori's charm is that she just... comes off as very underwhelming? Like, she doesn't have strong main character vibes. She looks like she's someone's babysitter. One thing I wanted to play with in the snippet I posted is that even though Minato knows she worked for Orochimaru, he's still like: okay but she's a generic twelve year old girl. She must be the normal one. Sort of like a parallel take on how I write Minato, who looks like he'd cry if you were mean to him, but is secretly one of the deadliest ninja of all time.

Giving off background character vibes is great for being sneaky or forcing enemies to underestimate you! But yes it does mean your reputation in-village is "poor girl :(" or perhaps even a few "lucked out & doesn't deserve to be on that team."

I actually haven't thought super hard about what's up with Itachi's family. I kind of imagine there's a Naruto-Sasuke friendship, but it's the kind where your parents insist you're friends because they want to hang out with each other. So Sasuke probably meets Team 4 pretty early on, and Tori is the type of person who'd think it's really funny to intentionally and "harmlessly" troll an eight year old. As for Mikoto and Fugaku... this Itachi went into ANBU even YOUNGER and his only friend is Shisui, and also he's like 10x more terrifying because his life philosophy is still recovering from being a missing-nin. So I think they've semi-recently had the revelation that even if their son is a celebrated prodigy, they have uuuuuuuh fucked him up. Like a lot. So Itachi willingly hanging out with people his own age seems like a positive, and they're just going to blithely ignore Deidara complaining he found human teeth in his hair after that last mission, or Tori asking if he kept them.

#reborn au

[sunsteps]

ops and hcs on hualian idol au. also i adore ur writing and want it injected into my bone marrow

firstly, thank you. this is one of the best compliments i have ever gotten for my writing and i would like to eat it

secondly, i literally spent like 5 mins trying to figure out what ops and hcs means but i am going to assume it means opinions and headcanons??? consulted my friend and she also said opinions and headcanons so we are going to go with that. if it doesn’t mean that then this is going to be really embarrassing BUT.

i actually have like. 3 hualian idol au wips buried somewhere in my gdocs. maybe one day i will complete them but in the mean time here are some of my. ops and hcs:

- i had an idol au a few years ago where hua cheng is in a group with feng xin, mu qing, and he xuan, and i still think that’s so fucking funny. i just dug through my gdocs and found the 1 page i wrote of it back in september 2021:

- alternatively i think having all 4 calamities in an idol group is also equally hilarious. and then another group is xianle trio. sqx and swd an idol duo. OR three tumors are a group and sqx a solo idol.

- alternatively xianle trio group and huaxuan duo because i am crazy and predictable.

- idk if this counts but i have another wip from february 2021 where xie lian works at a convenience store and is a fan of hua cheng the idol. like SUCH a big fan. he goes broke to buy all the merch, knows of him from the predebut days, attends every concert albeit his nosebleed seats, etc etc. and then one day hua cheng walks into the store in like a mask and stuff and immediately falls in love with the pretty cashier and stuff. u know how hualian goes. anyways i also found the 1 page of this au i had written:

oh my god ok so i actually had more of this au dumped in my dms with bella (astrocosmos on ao3). so fxmq are xl’s besties in this au and they are both secretly big fans of hua cheng even tho they would rather die than admit that out loud. one day they all accidentally meet in the merch line at one of hua cheng’s concerts and all hell breaks loose. 

fxmq: [fighting in the merch line] xie lian walking up to them out of nowhere: do you guys think i should get the ghost city era picket or the paradise manor era picket? fxmq, immediately: OBVIOUSLY GHOST CITY—wait, XIE LIAN?!?!?!!?!?! xie lian: [smiling serenely] hello guys

MOVING ON

- hualian idol au where xianle trio are an idol group and hua cheng literally comes to EVERY SINGLE ONE of their fansigns, buys a SHIT ton of albums to make sure he gets in every time, and at the actual fansign he just completely ignores fx and mq and instead spends the entire time complimenting xl and showering him with presents, etc etc. xie lian’s company literally has to enforce a No Gifts At Fansigns rule bc of hua cheng. fx and mq thinks that he is the creepiest thing on the planet. there are whole subgroups of netizens who HATE hc and think he’s really creepy bc he’s ALWAYS around xl. meanwhile xl thinks hc is the cutest person ever and is in love with him. yeah.

- hualian idol au with solo idols xie lian and hua cheng and their fanbases HATE each other. think armys and blinks. engenes and teumes. i can’t really think of any more but u get the idea. meanwhile xl and hc are dating LMAOOO

- ok that ^ but imagine like a socmed/twt au where like. this random twt account starts getting really popular and they are like hualian shippers and both of xl and hc’s fanbases make fun of them all the time and it’s literally the only thing the two groups ever agree on: that this random acc is stupid af and completely delusional. THEN ONE DAY the admin of the acc posts a selfie and guess what. it’s hua cheng. and then xl replies to the selfie from his very real main twitter account and the internet just goes fucking bonkers

i am sorry this is literally a whole dump of aus and thoughts for no reason but. yeah. those are all the ops and hcs i can think of right now!!!!!!! thank u for asking me this question and giving me an excuse to ramble about hualian. <3 hope you are having a lovely day <3

#inkbox #THANK U FOR ASKING!!!!! #mine #tgcf #hualian

[herofics]

I've been having a brainrot about slow dancing with villians (how about the main 3 I always request 💀- toga, dabi, shiggy?) because it's so romantic and intimate to just sway away the night not caring about anything even while being the most wanted person on planet earth lmfao 💀 I wanted to propose starting it out with the generic conversation of like "oh I never went to prom #lifeofcrime #gottastartoutyoung" "me neither #relatable" "alright let's do it then 💪💪" but realized that that's an american invention and they don't really have that there but this *is* a magical fantasy world so we might as well bend the rules a bit teehee 😇😇✌ ALSO HOW R U DOINGGGNGN I am seriously loving the highschool AU fics 🧐 - 🤺

We don’t exactly have prom here either. There is this dance thing where high schoolers dance for their parents, the rest of the school, the local middle schools and some other places. Waltz and other classics like that. Anyway, I liked writing this, even if it’s not exactly what you asked for, and again I found the way you phrased this extremely amusing. I’m doing pretty good, and I’m so happy to hear you like the high school AU stuff

~Shigaraki Tomura~

•Shigaraki does not know how to dance so he’s a bit terrified of the idea, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you

•He also finds it annoying, which he definitely makes known, but you keep asking and he finally caves with a roll of his eyes and an irritated “Fine, will you just stop whining”

•At first you try to teach him to dance, like to some pop songs, but that’s a freaking catastrophe

•He is surprisingly clumsy when he’s not in a fighting situation

•You get a good laugh out of it, which eventually makes Shiggy not want to dance anymore, well he didn’t really want to do it in the first place but now even less

•So he pushes you away in annoyance and marches to a separate room in your place and slams the door shut

•You realize you went too far and you didn’t mean to make him feel bad

•You follow after him and he’s sitting on the floor, scrolling through his phone

•He can be a bit immature at times, and he definitely doesn’t like it when people laugh at him, though his usual solution to that is hurt whoever made fun of him and not just slam doors

•You apologize but he’s still ignoring you, so you just kneel down to his eye level

•You just ask him if he would do one more thing for you

•He scoffs and asks what you want this time

•You tell him, “You’ll see if you come with me” with a smile and you start pulling him up from the floor

•He sighs, the irritation still clear in his voice, but he lets you pull him up

•You lead him back to the living room and put on some cheesy, slow, love song

•You lace your fingers together behind his neck and just start swaying slowly

•Shiggy puts his hands on your waist and it’s all very awkward for him for a while

•He relaxes into it though and pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder

•He’s just holding you close and breathing you in, while relaxing for the first time in months

•You thought he was going to fall asleep on you or something, because it you could physically feel him getting less and less tense

•He closes his eyes and just listens to your breathing, he’s not ever had anyone like you and at this point he wouldn’t want anyone else, he just wants you

~Toga Himiko~

•Toga was actually the one who suggested it, she’d seen some cheesy teen rom-com and wanted to try slow dancing with you

•It was incredibly awkward at first, because neither of you knew what to do exactly so you just placed your hands on her waist and she laced her fingers together behind your neck

•For the first few moments you two look like some sort of weird penguins, because you’re just moving more like that than swaying

•You both were pretty much laughing and giggling the whole time, because it was funny

•Then you pull Toga closer and place a small kiss on her lips with a smile

•She returns the gesture, and while things don’t get hot and heavy or anything, you do make out just a bit

•Toga is feeling pretty blissful and happy, just being in your arms and now slowly swaying from side to side

•She does sort of nibble on your neck, because of course she does, and enough to draw just a little bit of blood

•You’re used to it and don’t mind, so you’re just holding her close

•Toga feels safe with you and just loves how your arms feel around her, you’re warm and safe

~Dabi~

•Dabi despises the idea, he would much rather just watch TV or do literally anything else

•He does eventually agree to dance with you for 5 minutes, only 5 minutes if you just promise to stop annoying him

•You’re like “I promise” with a smirk, which Dabi knows means you’re definitely not quitting it

•You put on something super cheesy and Dabi just rolls his eyes at your music choice

•You just hold each other and start swaying, Dabi rests his chin on your shoulder and you can basically feel his dislike for the situation, but that’s only for like a half a minute, before you can feel him relaxing

•He just holds you and because he is the moron he is, he has to squeeze your butt just a bit

•You just sigh at him and return the gesture

•Dabi quite enjoys the closeness, even though he doesn’t tell you that in words

•He just holds you tightly and breathes in your scent, it’s familiar and it makes him feel like he’s home

•After it’s way past the five minutes, you’re like “Your time’s up, if you want to go back to the couch”

•Dabi just tells you to shut up and holds you closer as your playlist continues with another song and he wonders if this is what it’s like to feel at home with someone, not a place but a person, you’re his home

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[renaerys]

Look... I've never, EVER, thought about Obito and Ino as a couple but I did like her doing the Shintenshin on him, had a couple of thoughts about them in that occasion but then pushed it under the rug.

THAT IS, until I found your Half Light Fanfic on Ao3. I'm adoring it so. damn. much. Love the characterization of both Obito and Ino seriously. Honestly, can't wait for Ch.2 and more ObiIno stories from you 🤧🥲🙏🏻❤

By the way, what are your other Ino ships that you plan on writing for in (aside the ones you already wrote for)? 👀

Man you just made my day, thank you!! I am coconuts for this ship and I am so, so excited to see more people checking it out. And yeah, it’s crazy, they actually DID have some canon interaction and there’s like actual meat there??? I love a ship with personal beef between them.

I’m focusing on Sasori Week at the moment, but as soon as that’s done I will be back to the ObiIno and other ongoing stuff in general. In the meantime, I would love to rec some more ObiIno to you if you’re interested!

Too Good to Be True is a clueless-inspired HS AU that is so funny and so hot. I can’t recommend it enough!

Baby Boy is a short but very spicy one shot of you want something hot.

One for Taking Chances is the oldest fic in the tag and the one that sort of made us go “what if we made this ship a thing???” It’s a lovely fic, short but punchy.

The ObiIno tag on AO3 is almost exclusively full of fics from members of the Ino Supremacy server, so I think they’re all worth a read in general. We’re working hard to populate that tag!

(As for other Ino ships, there’s a pretty good variety on my AO3 now with stuff like GaaIno, KakaIno, SuiIno, InoKarin, and more. My main Ino ship is ItaIno by far, and I’ll continue to write more of them. But we rotate ships of the month in the Ino Supremacy server, which is where a bunch of these came from, so tbh almost anything is fair game!)

#obiino #obito uchiha #ino yamanaka #ObiIno nation will rise!!!

[holdontokpop]

Attention - Namjoon scenario (Requested | Fluff)

@oxzie said: Oh I see your requests are open °₊∗♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡∗₊° Hihi! I have a request on a Bts idol or non-idol (completely your choice au that’s also a brother best friend au where any Bts member of your choice is a brother( makes things more interesting *wink*) any member of your choice as the main character. And I have one request that you add ALL members (I really don’t like to leave anyone out) Ty _(┐「ε:)_

A/N: Dear love, I hope you enjoy this scenario as much as I enjoyed writing it 😀 Have a nice day! 💜

Summary: Jin is your big brother. He introduced you to his friends few years back. Them being idols, you mostly follow them around and hang out with them and go to their shows, but develop a secret crush on Namjoon and you want his attention.

Word count: 1990

Members: Namjoon x You (reader) x Jin

Genre: Fluff

"... And how exactly you think I can do that?" Jin spoke up walking down the hallway. You rushed after him, walking quickly.

"Jin, can you- Just stop for a second." you grab onto his arm making him stop, trying to catch a breath

He turned to face you and laughed at you as he noticed you being out of breath. That guy always has some jokes going, laughing at you, etc... He's your older brother.

"Well, you're an idol, and I'm sure you can bring me into your studio so I can practice playing guitar." You spoke and he nodded his head in agreement

"You want that so badly? Since when do you want to learn to play guitar that much?" Jin said and walked by your side

"I'll make sure we get it done..." he added and threw his arm around your shoulders, smiling.

The two of you walked into a room where members were all gathered together before rehearsals for the upcoming show they had. You met them not long ago, maybe two years just passed. Jin has always been protective over you and didn't want them to meet his sister, so they don't "fall in love" with you. It actually goes both ways. You always thought how funny the reason he had was.

Smiles light up on their faces as they greet you.

"Ahhh Y/N is here finally! Come sit with us, eat!" J-Hope smiled, making hand gesture for you to come sit next to him.

"How are you all? Nervous for the show?" You asked, taking the food in your hands.

"We're natural Y/N, come onnn" Suga spreads his hands and laughs

After some time, it was their time to do the rehearsals. You sat in the chair, watching the stage and them. Most of the time, you videotape them so they can see how they do. It was like your job to do it.

After a while, a familiar face sits next to you. Namjoon smiled and pointed at the stage.

"What do you think so far?" his eyes fall on yours; he didn't want to break the eye contact with you. A feeling of being nervous came over. You knew why but didn't want to show it.

"Well, I am not a professional so I actually can't really say anything, right?" You chukle a bit, looking away

"No, no... I want to hear your thoughts." he spoke up, observing how nervous you are looking. He found it actually pretty cute how you get lost, not knowing what to do or say as he is around you. He's a few years older than you. Your head turns towards him.

"Well maybe, Jin can do better-"

"YAH, YAH! NAMJOON!" Jin cuts you off in the middle of you speaking. You both hear him speaking loudly on the microphone, so the two of you can hear him.

As you turn, Jin is already pointing at the two of you

"Don't flirt with my sister!" He spoke and everyone laughs a bit

"Don't worry, Jin!" Namjoon shouted

It didn't take long before Namjoon understood you liked him. Mostly, Jin and him would hang out, and he'll be in your presence a lot. The two of you would talk, joke around, and just have a good time together. He knew you'll get attached because you seemed like that type of person; he didn't mind it, he just didn't want you to be sad or hurt.

"Jin told me you wanted to play guitar" he spoke leaning back on the chair

"Oh.. Yeah... I want to learn how to play it. When I hear it play, it just relaxes me. " You nodded your head a bit

"Why don't you come over today to the studio? I'll teach you. I can teach you these few days since we're here still."

You turned your head in suprise, looking at him. He smiled and nodded his head. All you felt was excitement to learn something new.

"THANK YOU!"

"Shhhh, don't let Jin know..." he said quietly, and you laugh, placing your hand over your mouth to shut up.

- - -

After that day, in the evening hours you headed towards the studio adress Namjoon has sent you. Arriving there, Namjoon smiled greeting you with a hug.

"Woow..." you smiled looking around the studio. Admiring the all the space, equipment they had, instruments and such... Making your way to the sofa, Namjoon followed and the two of you sit down and he hands you the guitar.

"Again... Thank you Namjoon, I really appreciate this." your eyes look at his, then at the guitar, taking it in your arms, adjusting what has to be done.

Namjoon smiled and started to explain to you everything you needed to know. On the break, the two of you would eat and talk about all the topics that come to your guys' minds. Both of you were surprised by how many of the same thoughts you had. You observed the lines of his face. The eyes that make your heart stop when they look at yours. Lips, plump lips which you only imagined how kissable they are. That smile, the laugh of his, was so calming, nice. Around his presence, you felt safe. Namjoon showed you something he's been working on. He was so passionate talking about it.

"Well... I think I talked way too much.." Namjoon smiled, looking away, closing his notebook.

"No! Why? I really enjoy listening to your thoughts." you smiled a bit

"I didn't even realize the time it is... Y/N, we have to get back to our rooms and get some sleep... Tomorrow, we'll continue the lesson at the same time as today." He spoke, packing the stuff he had, cleaning up the place a bit. You nodded your head in agreement. The two of you walk out the building, heading back to the hotel.

Namjoon's room was came first, so the two of you stopped and faced each other.

"It was nice today, Namjoon... Looking forward to tomorrow." You spoke quietly, and he smiled, placing his hands into his pockets.

"Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams..." he spoke softly, keeping the eye contact just a little longer than you expected it to be, before pulling out his card to the room.

The next day, Namjoon and you would share a few more eye contact moments than before. You felt weird but liked the attention you were getting just by those eye contacts. Jin more and more observed the two of you with his eyebrow in the air.

"Something is happening..." Jin spoke, crossing his arms, standing next to you, making you jump as you were focused on videotaping the rehearsals.

"Oh fuck you Jin. You scared me- Happening- What is happening?" you look at him

"Are you hiding something from me? Like that Namjoon and you are dating?!" his eyes go wide and you start laugh

"Jin... Far as I know, he thinks of me as his sister, so... No, there is nothing happening, you fool!" You slap his arm and walk away.

- - -

Namjoon and you sat on the floor, leaning on the sofa, talking. So far, the lessons are going good, and you're proud of yourself how far you’ve come.

"Y/N, tomorrow is the show... I am excited to see all the ARMY's. It will be fun, but I am happy you'll be there." Namjoon spoke looking at you.

"Why is that?" you smiled taking a sip of your drink

"I don't know, actually... You just have been with us for a long time that I got used to you a lot... These lessons also helped me meet you more."

The two of you smiled, keeping eye contact. You felt your heart starting to beat more and more as this was going on. Many thoughts were going through your mind. Your body just started leaning in towards him.

"WELL! I think we should head out..." Namjoon looks away, getting up quickly. Embarrassment came over you. Your face was on fire. Gathering your things first, you quickly walked through the door, not even saying bye to Namjoon. His eyes followed you as you walked out, shutting the door. Taking a deep breath, his head falls down.

"God, what are you doing with yourself..." he said to himself and took his things walking out.

Namjoon decided not to go to sleep but instead called you. It rang and rang till he heard your voice answering the phone.

"Why did you walk out that way?" he said looking through the window, watching the city lights.

"I just.... I just remembered I had to do something back at the hotel.."

Namjoon smiles at your response

"At midnight Y/N?"

You close your eyes and drop your head. All you could think of is how stupid you were and not thinking straight. The silence filled both of the rooms.

"You there?" He added after a minute

"Yeah! Just thinking about something- Namjoon- I need to go to sleep, I think you need too. You have a show tomorrow! Good night!" You said ending the call fast. Your body falls back on the bed.

"OH MY GODDD!!!" you scream into the pillow

"How can you be so stupid!?!?!" You spoke to yourself

- - -

The show was on. Boys prepared well, and you were so proud of them. You watched them backstage, singing along and dancing. The boys had 5 minute break, and they came in storming. Quickly, they grabbed water and changed their clothes. You were walking down to bring them more water. Namjoon walked out of the room, noticing you. With a smile, he took another bottle of water and quickly touched your waist with his hand, holding you for a second or two.

"Thank you." He spoke, looking down at your eyes, being closer to you than ever. His warmth, sweat, his heavy breathing were so hot to you. You wanted to make a move on this man right now and there. Was is the right moment?

"Namjoon-" you spoke up quickly, but the staff was already calling for him.

"We'll talk on the next break, okay?" Both of you smile and nod your heads

On the next break, Namjoon took your hand and lead you with him to another room, where there was no one.

"Y/N, what did you want to tell me?" He spoke, leaning against the desk. You were hesitant, didn't have enough courage to even tell him how you feel.

"Y/N I don't have time for you to be quiet" he added and came closer toward you.

"Why don't you do what you wanted back at the studio" he said quietly, brushing your hair away from your face with his index finger, looking down at you, holding the gaze.

You looked up at him, placing your hands on his chest, pulling on his clothes, and kissing him. Quickly, his hands traveled up to each side of your face.

"Namjoon!" The two of you hear the staff calling for him

He pulled away, giving you few more pecks on the lips. Eyes meet yours and both of you share a smile.

"You got me hooked." Namjoon said placed his forehead against yours

"I hate you..." he added and smiled, letting go of your hand as he was leaving the room to go onto the stage again.

- - -

Tomorrow morning, everyone packed their things and headed out to the airport. While waiting, all of you got yourself breakfast and coffee. Only Namjoon and you knew what happened yesterday, which made things more exciting and cuter. You felt bad about Jin, not knowing, but he'll find out eventually.

Namjoon and you shared eye contact, smiling at each other.

"Yaah, Y/N, why are the two of you smiling at each other that wayy huuuh?" Jin pointed at the two of you, and all you could do is laugh.

#bts #bts scenarios #bts reactions #kpop #bangtan imagines #bangtan #nts imagine #bts fluff #bts scenario #namjoon #bts new blog #bts namjoon #namjoon aesthetic #namjoon fluff #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #rap monster #rap monster scenarios #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #bts v #bts jimin #jungkook #kpop scenarios #yoongi #bts jhope #kim seokjin #bts jin #taehyung #bts fluff scenario

[pinkandbeelz]

Hiiiiiii, i’m new at this whole tumblr thing. But i love your fanfiction on AO3 “house arrest looking forward to more angst!!!!

Also do you have any fanfictions you love about Aizawa and Bakugo. I’m trying to find more and have found some good ones. But i want more 😅

Aaaa! Tysm, im having difficulty writing it at the moment, but I'll try and get it out soon!

I think i have probably read every Aizawa and Bakugo fic on Ao3, so heres some of my favourites :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21448372

This one is very interesting, and has a smol katsuki in it too :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50498827/chapters/127576870

-THIS ONE IS SO GOOD READ IT IF U WANT SOME GOOD ANGST!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29502384/chapters/72480492

Okay i read this in like a week - 330k words but OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD! Mainly focusing on the friendship between Shinsou and Bakugo but i totally recommend it because it made my heart sob. The creator also made a spin off :) totally worth the read, even if its just the first few chapters!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46136914/chapters/116147083

Unfinished but amazing! Like- so fucking good! I wont spoil anything but give it a read!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3214491

A series of fairly short fics (2000-5000 words) focused around Bakugo being ableist towards himself. (The theory thing about how bakugo is going deaf due to his loud explosions) Aizawa tries to help him with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23806792/chapters/57197083

A huge collection of AgeRe Bakugo short fics that i stumbled upon when i first got ao3, worth a read if your interested in that kinda stuff :)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2050464

A series of unrelated fics where the writer has made Bakugo suffer lmao. Worth a read if you want some angsty one shots.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47403883/chapters/119451766

SO GOOD! SO MUCH ANGST AND DADZAWA I LOVE IT SM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ ITTT

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33288589/chapters/82658572

ANOTHER AMAZING READ! Focused on an AU where Bakugo has tourettes syndrome and Aizawa fighting for a diagnosis

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3097965

VERY long series of angst fics, very good worth reading a few chapters if unsure :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36727000/chapters/91619149

Not really a Aizawa story but i really like this one and i think that others could also enjoy it if we have fairly the same tastes, i definitely recommend it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34862050/chapters/86806999

Generally just wholesome fic, ft. Baku todo shinso mic + aizawa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33515566

Another wholesome fic! Pretty adorable and funny :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47142697/chapters/118776361

This story was the main reason and inspiration that i used to write mine, so there is some similarities! But amazing read either way! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50780314

Pretty unique story, i really liked it but the ending was pretty disappointing :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39593946/chapters/100355997

THIS, THIS!!!! An AU where Bakugo is found living in the mountains (basically Inosuke but Bakugo) during the villain attack at the training camp in s2 or s3? Really good, and completed!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2306111

Wholesome series that i really liked and probably going to reread at some point :) In which Aizawa and Yamada adopt Midoriya, Bakugo and Shinsou

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3285322

I also love this onee!!! Totally recommend if you enjoy a little bakugo! Hes so adorableeee!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47613292/chapters/120004774

GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD but unfinshed :(

~Thats about half of my favourite fics! Let me know if you would like more :)

I hope to release the next chapter of house arrest soon but i just cant write at the moment, I've writtien like the first 500 words and i know how i want it to go i just cant seem to write it out all at once, so ill try my best to get it put soon anyway :)

I apologies that this took so long to awnser! I literally only just saw it so sorry😭😭🙏

~Beelzebubss

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 recommendations #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha #~☆Beelz anons

[factorialsotherfandoms]

From @cubitodragon

I know nothing about xcom but I do love hearing all the au babble SO: how did the morning crew form in this timeline? Are animal hybrids a thing or is it more a unit/call sign reference? What brought the various teams into contact with one another? What order did egg children show up in their lives? (Do bad and forever still have dumb arguments about politics during not!date dinners?)

Hihi! Okay so I'm running with XCOM2 specifically, which is a turn based strategy game where you run a group of resistance members who live on an alien spaceship they stole, and fight against aliens who invaded earth ~20 years prior, recruiting people, making contact with other resistance cells, gathering proof of crimes against humanity, etc. For sake of the AU making sense I cut this time down to like ~10 years ago. There's the very basic premise.

Okay so question one! So we actually have a couple of answers here. The simplest is that there's a shift pattern for who is on comms and checking the airship is going the right way (and also shift sleeping as there's like 10 beds for the entire group), and they have the morning shift. Very basic. HOWEVER, at the start of the missions, Tazercraft are missing. Tubbo also doesn't go out on active combat duty, being Chief Engineer. Tazercraft used to have that job but, well, there's a reason they're both missing and the Chief Engineer no longer goes on combat missions... Tubbo was about 14 when Mike found him blowing up a Federation base via rewiring their electrics, and took him back with them. Pac and Mike took him as their joint apprentice, and he got forced into their job when they vanished. Fit and Philza both showed up a bit later. Fit and Philza knew each other before the invasion, but were split pretty soon after it began, each ending up being heavily involved in different resistance cells which later folded into the main one. Philza knew Tubbo as a kid, though lost contact a bit before the war. Fit and Phil have actually been on the ship a couple of years when shit kicks off for plot, just not quite as long as Tubbo. It's a little funny - if you need one of the five the place you need to look is the engineering quarters. At the start it's Phil dragging Fit to check up on Tubbo, once Tazercraft are back (because of course they will be eventually), it's Fit dragging Phil there on vague excuses of getting gear fixed to make puppy eyes at his crush. Either way, if its one of the five of them you need, you check engineering first. Philza's the least likely to be there, Tubbo is most likely, but even if its Tubbo sleeping in a cupboard someone will be there and will know where the others are. Forming wise... Well they just kinda stumbled together. I think you can piece it together from the above?

Haven't quite decided on hybrids and such. On the one hand, all human is more sensible. On the other hand, hybrids are fun and I'm soft for wingfic and it'd help the eggs settle in... Better. If human society is used to hybrids of some forms. They're a bit... *vague gestures* off.

At the start of everything the egg children have yet to show up at all! I am still in the process of placing them all but currently... Operation Shadow Tomb brings Chayanne and Bobby Operation Rotting Wail brings Pomme and Richarlyson Operation Pungent Father brings Trump Operation Crypt Hand beings Dapper, Ramon, and Leo Operation Dismal Paramore brings JuanaFlippa and Tallulah Operation Haunting Night brings Tilin While those words have no meaning to you, they are in order lol. There are reasons they go this order (mostly who has parents where when, but also some of them due to plot happening in specific places). All of the eggs are safe from death, you will be pleased to know. I also reserve the right to add Hope and/or A1 in, but... Well A1 would take Trump's place, who would instead have to end up with Flippa and Tallulah. Memory would take Tilin's place, who would be dropped back to with Pomme, or even back to Bobby and Chayanne. It's not really to do with their canon ages or aught (okay bar the triplets coming as a three), but yk. It's not actually until Trump/A1 that they actually have any idea what the eggs /are/, beyond slightly odd children. Their parents love them anyway.

Bad and Forever have dumb arguments about literally everything all the time, and when he's injured Bad /will/ use the fact he's one of the squad captains, and therefore writes reports, and Forever is the commander of the operation, and therefore reads reports, to demand Forever bring him snacks/attention while he's injured. It is, unfortunately, a little hard for them to get time and privacy to have not!dates. Living on a single airship with like 40-ish other people once vague background NPCs are accounted for

I've picked out characters I struggle with (Bad, Forever, etc) to have to write a lot of the in-universe documents, and the entire main plot is in-universe documents and then I flesh it out piecemeal like the one fic I did already as takes my fancy. In theory. Not much is written.

#qsmp x xcom #tumblr won't remember my tag and I don't either hiss #it's 1am so I should sleep but please do ask follow up questions and I'll get to them after sleep #I'm also working on little backstory summaries but like i'm 3 in and they're not as little as I want oops #tazercraft are the worst but once I get to Cellbit he'll give them a run for their money #thankfully most characters are not plot integrated so can be shorter #like etoiles #etoiles is a simple man backstory wise #he thinks aliens are bad. he stabs aliens to protect his family. he and his family were offered jobs stabbing aliens. easy pie. #meanwhile forever's is like... mid complexity but more traumatic than one might expect

[cephiwyrm]

please please please share all of your ocs!!

HELLO YES I WILL??? there was one i was specifically vague posting about in the one reblog which i will NOT but i will share something funny abt him

my ex made a cardboard cut out of him, hated him so much they STABBED HIM and then mailed me the arm, and of course i still own it. ANYWAYS! pulling these from my main toyhouse (i have an ugly watermark i am so sorry) let the rambling begin (extremely long i am so sorry LMAO)

(cutely pulls up a piece of art) alright this is my cherry pop story! they are 3 cryptid / unnatural monster type hunters in a universe that is pretty much exactly like earth 1:1 except it was cats and dogs that became the main dominant species. the main character (aka just the one we see through her POV theyre all main characters to me.sniff) is Annie! she is a quiet and get it done type of character, besides working the 9 to 5 monster hunting job, she really likes games (this takes place in the 2000s btw) and is interested in how mechanical stuff works! also she is a trans icon :)

next is Peyton! shes she nerdy, figure it out type. probably the one in the group the most interested in what they're actually being paid to do; also one of the first ones to notice what is actually going on. she mainly enjoys going out and fucking around with her skateboard and shes a little sillay gal

last but not least in cherry pop is Micah! hes the brawns and usually helps with doing physical objectives, and also just catching the monsters in general if need be. first one to come to conclusions, even if they are SEVERELY wrong. he is captain of the swim team and wishes to go to a bigger college one day (they are in a small town)

OK NEXT !! AFTER PARTY they are some of my oldest ocs (not OLDEST oldest but def. there) and their story is a little all over the place since its with me and my friends and we havent gotten into it recently (its basically a masquerade type kill scenario) all their art is a little old but this is Okano! at a very young age, her father died and she was able to take over a very well off company. Well she doesn't make huge decisions by herself at the moment, she shows great opportunity in the future. she is very distrusting because of it though, and takes a while to warm up to people.

next is kaga! (one next to peyton) shes a little silly gal, shes very reckless and kind of doesn't care about danger shes in it for the thrill. absolutelu kills it being a roller blader, but also just likes walking around with no shoes on. also ! she works in a tattoo shop :)))

now realizing i have a lot of. trio characters huh. anyways! heres kiki. no ur not getting a genuine image bebcause she iisss so baby...... anyways; she is a french vlogger! she loves exploring the world and showing it to her growing number of people. also has a small AU inside of stardew valley :) shes obsessed with seagulls as well

ok realizing i have too many ocs and i dont want this to be like two million word post (30+ on my main and more not even on TH) so ill end off with my TTRPG charas :) this is Milo my druid aarakocra for DnD! on like the second session he got struck by lightining and got a god that way. When he was just a litol baby he wandered off from his home and into a forest where his brother, an elf named Leo, went up to his soon to be mentor/father figure Crechir like CAN WE PLEASE KEEP HIM PELASEEEEEE and may or may not have lied about his entire home burning to the ground later on he found a little gold dragon which when touching different objects changed colour; and was named skittle. little funny thing about skittle was everytime a gold coin was fed, he would grow just a little bit. even more later on, he was sent an ominous message about his birth home about how his mother had died and he was the next chieftan and so he had to go do some special trials in order to become one! he also went to the hell casino and since crechir gave him chips he was able to get an amulet that lets him shift between his two forms, treefolk and birdfolk

and finally, this is Ash for MOTW! she is a twin in a small town in canamerica (canada and america fused because our irl party is in both) due to being a twin, she was born with some spooky (haha her class) powers, and will send her twin Ali memes via telapathy. unfortunately being a teen with powers, she is also kind of very angsty and prone to some bursts of outrage. besides that, she has a very strong interest in wood carving, while her twin loves to hunt crytids, due to the strangeness of their town they have to deal with it every once in a while! they have a pet snake belovingly named banana (or boenana. shes a boa constrictor) and is honestly a teen that is addicated to her phone

ty for reading if you did!! i fucking LOVE MY OCS. SO MUCH. I WILL GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM UNTIL I RUN OUT OF THEIR ACTUAL STORY

#i will eventually make a post about my splatoon ones #but theyre a mystery... for now #maybe i will also talk about different onces later #long post #worm chat #ty for the ask!

[take-a-look-lee]

I posted 353 times in 2022

That's 353 more posts than 2021!

97 posts created (27%)

256 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@the-mailman-won-the-lottery

@wheres-my-prize

@what-does-a-man-do

I tagged 351 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#prev tags - 60 posts

#good afternoon to the carnival - 42 posts

#good evening to the carnival - 34 posts

#assassins fight club - 22 posts

#assassins musical - 16 posts

#good morning to the carnival - 15 posts

#good night to the carnival - 14 posts

#assassins 2004 - 8 posts

#assassins dating sim - 8 posts

#screaming - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the couple from maine? is that harold and his wife because i fucking love harold and they’re both pretty feisty so byck might be in trouble

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

*pokes the assassins fandom with a stick* Interact with me!

18 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#4

I have no idea who is running what blogs anymore, everyone’s changed their names, everyone’s making new side blogs, I don’t know who is new and who has been here a while, but whoever is running proprietorsuggestions? You’re doing a great job.

19 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

I’ve decided that I probably need to contribute to the chaos by making chaos, as opposed to just reblogging other peoples chaos until it spirals. So on that note:

Assassins!High School AU when?

21 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

IF WE GET FOUND OUT BECAUSE OF NAT. IM GOING TO SOB. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.

QUICK, WE HAVE A NEW CONTENDER FOR THE WILDEST NIGHT IN THE ASSASSINS FANDOM. WE’VE OFFICIALLY REACHED NEW HEIGHTS. I CANT COPE WITH THIS.

27 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HDDHSHSHSHH THIS IS SO BADLY EDITED AND ITS NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY BUT IM LOSING IT

29 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

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[regenderate-fic]

When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Epilogue

main post read on ao3

Word Count (Chapter): 1,190

NOTES: sorry to make you all wait so long for this… but behold! epilogue!

this is by far the longest fic i've ever finished, so thank you to everyone who's read this far <3 it's been really fun to see people's responses every week, and i hope you like this as an attempt to tie it all up.

i have a bunch of other ideas in the works, too, although some of them are pretty far off from this! but keep an eye out if you want to see the roseyazclara disaster throuple fic OR the tenrose figure skating au <3

UPDATE: I (30F) might be in love with my roommate (29F). What am I supposed to do? - u/throwRAjustgoodfriends

Okay, I’m mostly here because everyone else involved thought it would be funny to see the responses. If you don’t remember my last post, basically I thought I was straight but had just realized I had a thing for my best friend (“Lily”).

First of all, there’s not much point in the pseudonym, considering the “friend” whose place we were staying at (hi, Penny) found the post and figured out who I was talking about right away. So I’ll just call her Rose, considering that’s her name.

Second of all, thanks to whoever crossposted to Instagram, because Rose doesn’t use Reddit. But she saw it on Instagram, and long story short, everyone was right. She was totally into me, had been for years, and I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. (Rose and Penny both want to “enter into the record” that *they* can believe it.) Not much about our relationship has changed, to be honest, but it feels really great to finally understand how I feel. And the extra cuddling isn’t half bad, either.

That’s not where it ends, either. Somehow I’ve gone from someone who couldn’t admit I was into women to someone who has two girlfriends? We’d been spending a lot of time with Penny (she owns the shop across the street, and she was going through a rough time), and I suppose you might say one thing led to another.

All of this is to say that everything in my life has gotten much better in the last six months. I didn’t really realize this was possible when I posted. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first post, but especially Penny, of course. And if you’re ever in London, check out Bad Wolf Body Shop (and TARDIS Bakery)! 

Yaz leaned back, lifting her hands from the keyboard. “Good?” she asked.

Rose and Penny leaned in on either side of her, scanning the words on the screen. Rose nodded, but Penny gave her a sidelong look. “Where’s the bit about how incredibly sexy your newest girlfriend is?”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m posting.” 

“No, wait!” 

But it was too late: Yaz had hit the post button. She wrapped an arm around Penny’s shoulders until Penny fell across her lap, displacing the laptop—fortunately, Rose had the presence of mind to move it to the coffee table before leaning her head on Yaz’s shoulder with a contented sigh. Yaz smiled. 

“Time for bed?” she asked. 

They were still all piling into Rose’s bed most nights, even though the necessity was no longer there—Ace had gone and filled one of the rooms in Bill’s flat after one of Bill’s roommates broke their lease. She still came over most afternoons, of course, but she slept somewhere else, and theoretically Yaz could’ve slept in her bed again. In practice, though, she’d gotten used to sharing a too-small bed with Rose and Penny, and then Rose had caved and found them a bigger bed. So tonight, they sprawled out, one of Yaz’s arms flung across Penny, brushing against Rose’s side, and one of Penny’s legs slung over Yaz’s hip. Yaz pulled the blanket up to her chin, reveling in the knowledge that not only was she sitting in such coziness, but she was used to it. She borderline took it for granted. 

She fell asleep quickly, and woke up slowly. She blinked open her eyes and turned her head to see the summer sun, shining through the curtains, turning Rose’s hair gold. Penny was gone already: she’d gone back to her full time hours a couple months ago, and on days she worked she was out of bed first. Sometimes Yaz would wake up to her alarm, and she’d give Penny a bleary kiss before rolling over and falling back asleep; today, though, she’d missed it. 

She checked the time on her phone. There were five minutes before her own alarm went off. That was the best sort of morning. It meant Yaz could roll over, cuddle up next to Rose, and shut her eyes again for just a little longer. 

Her alarm went off, and Yaz sat up. She poked at Rose and laughed when Rose batted her away.

“Get up so we can get coffee,” she said. 

Rose groaned, but she pushed herself up on her elbows. “Fine.”

Ace was behind the counter when they came in. Her jacket had a new patch, Yaz noticed, a cartoonish “BOOM!” design. 

“D’you like it?” Ace asked, looking down at the patch. “Bill gave it to me. Said she had an extra.” She turned her grin on Yaz and Rose. “Penny’s in the back.”

“I’m where?” Penny had appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray of muffins on the hand not holding her cane. When she saw Yaz and Rose, her confused expression turned to a wild grin. “Oh! You’re here! D’you want a muffin?”

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to sell those,” Yaz pointed out.

Penny rolled her eyes. “Fine. D’you want to buy a muffin?”

“Dunno,” Rose said. “What’s in ‘em?” 

“Chocolate, mostly,” Penny said. “Bit of cinnamon, for the kick. Ace mixed the batter.”

“Yeah, all right,” Rose decided. 

Penny grinned. She slid the tray into the display case before using tongs to pluck a muffin off it. Before she could drop it into a bag, she looked up at Yaz. “Yaz? One for you?”

“Okay.” 

Penny put two muffins into the bag and slid it across the counter, and then she came around the counter herself to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. 

“Good service around here,” Yaz noted, barely suppressing her grin.

“Only the best,” Penny promised. “See you later?”

Yaz and Rose both nodded. And Penny made good on the promise: that afternoon, Yaz finished a tattoo and walked out into the waiting room with her client to see Penny sprawled across three seats, trying to convince Amy that brightly colored feathers were going to be the new fashion trend. 

“Maybe for you,” Yaz said, tapping at Penny’s legs until she swung them to the floor, leaving room for Yaz to sit down. “I think I’ll be keeping my wardrobe feather-free.”

Rose’s head popped into the room. “Oh, are we having a party?”

“You’ve got a client in fifteen minutes,” Amy told her.

“That’s loads of time,” Rose replied. She sat herself down on Yaz’s lap, just like she always had—only now she was in the habit of slinging her arm around Penny’s shoulders, too, which always made Yaz feel like she had fit herself snugly into a three-person puzzle. It was strange: Yaz’s life had only been like this for six months, but somehow it felt like the only way it had ever been, the only way it could be. Here, in her shop, with the people she loved. 

She let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder, let her arm tighten around Rose’s waist, and felt a smile sneak onto her face. If she was lucky, she thought, she would have this forever.

#doctor who #my fic #fanfiction #when i run away (you're who i run to) #thirteenth doctor #rose tyler #yasmin khan #thirteenrose #thirteen x rose #doctorrose #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #yaz x rose #thirteen x yaz x rose #human au #fluff #slow burn #friends to lovers #polyamory #emotional repression #found family #disabled character #trans character #autistic characters #coming out #roommates #pre-relationship #developing relationship #chaptered

[strifesolution]

Hi, I found 5r6c since I'm subscribed to one of yall on ao3 and just.... im hooked. It's one of those fics where you kinda can't stop reading?? Because everything is just developing and working even when "nothing" is happening. And the cameos?? I fucking love it. Thank you.

Ahhh this is so sweet!!! ;u; I’m so so glad you're enjoying it that makes us very happy'''' <33

Also it's very funny you put it like that, because when we were talking about a later (now finished) chapter last night, i said, "It's wild, this is a chapter where nothing seems to happen, but actually EVERYTHING is happening" because the events going on are pretty chill, but the underlying details and relationship development is suuuuper important.

also cameos. cameos my beloved. tbh we still need a name for this AU. like the fic is called five rounds, six cylinders (5r6c), but it's also a ~cinematic universe~ where characters exists outside the main fic that won't actually come up in it... "mcyt western AU" feels way too basic/vague, and also the lads in this fic aren’t necessarily just based on their minecraft selves... so...like??? idk. we've discussed it before but never settled on something, if readers have ideas feel free to throw them out there

actually that reminds me, we also said forever ago we were gonna make a map of the "ambiguously kind of the 1890s America midwest" this au exists in, like red dead does, but still haven’t gotten around to it. we should Do that.

#ask #5r6c

[cantdanceflynn]

Dear Cantdanceflynn

Hi! I just watched the episode your url comes from... cool!

Also, I have a question: Is Rodney in the Deity AU? What's he up to? He's kind of a background character in the show, honestly, even though I think he's interesting enough to have shown up way more than he did.

I also just watched the episode where LOVEMUFFIN crashes that dancing show Candace and Jeremy were on... and I've gotta say, maybe it should've been Can't Dance Jeremy, since apparently he can't dance? But Ferb can. Just call him Can Dance Fletcher.

Anyways, in that episode we get the epic scene where Heinz and Rodney accidentally dance together-I think that's pretty funny, and I wish it were more of a running gag, though it doesn't seem to come up again.

The thought: "I need to rewatch the entirety of Phineas and Ferb three times?? And I'm only half-way through my first re-watch" crossed my mind just a few minutes ago. It sounds odd but I'd imagine it's a common sentiment among fanfic 'rewrites'... so, relatable moment? Let me know.

Thanks, Willow

PS: This is really long and I just noticed that. I added the letter formatting for fun. I hope you found that funny, because I did. Haha! Pretend I mailed you this and you're receiving it at the post office, twelve days later.

PPS: I wrote this entire letter and only just realized I've been doing a 'doofenshmirtz voice' for it in my head the whole time so... that's. Interesting. As opposed to 'teresting', of course... which... Isn't a word. But I'd imagine it would mean boring! Since, 'in' means not, so in-terest would be not-boring. Anyways. Have a lovely day.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS A TREAT TO WAKE UP TO TYSSSSM CSKCSJOJSOCJ I WILL 100% PRETEND THAT THATS AMAZING OH MY GOD

RODNEY IS 100 AND 10% IN THE DEITY AU, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION. I MEAN, THE MAIN ANTAGONIST OF THIS AU BARELY HAS TWO SPEAKING LINES(WHICH, FUN FACT, NERDY DANCING (THE ONE WITH LOVEMUFFIN CRASHING THE DANCE SHOW), IS THE FIRST EPISODE ALICE APPEARS IN. SHES THE BITCH W BLUE HAIR WHO GOT HIT IN THE FACE BY THE LETTER C FROM THE SIGN LOL), SO THERES NO WAY WE CAN UNDERUTILIZE HIM LOL

HES ALMOST KINDA A SUPPORT FOR ALICE, SINCE A LOT OF PEOPLE IN LOVEMUFFIN ARE WAY MORE WILLING TO DO STUFF LIKE WHAT ALICE TENDS TO SUGGEST THEN DOOF IS, SO HES KINDA THE LEADER OF A SMALLER, NEITHER DOOF NOR ALICE RLY REALIZE IT, INNER CIRCLE THAT ALMOST WORKS FOR ALICE INSTEAD OF FOR DOOF. I DONT RLY KNOW HOW ELSE TO PUT IT HES JUST BEING NORMAL DEVIOUS BUT WITH A SIDE OF "MAN THIS BITCHS IDEAS R LIKE. SCARY. I OWE HER BUT IM NOT SURE WHY" IG

AND OSFJSFOJSGOGSJGSOJSOGJGSLFSJSFOJFSOSFJFOSFJOSFJFSOSVJ TRUE IG I SIMPLY ENJOY CANDACE MORE ON A BASIS OF "GUESS WHO LITERALLY STRAIGHT DYED HER HAIR TO LOOK MORE LIKE CANDACE BC SHE RELATES TO HER *THAT MUCH*, ITS ME!" IG

AND OH YEAH LIKE. IVE REWATCHED THE SHOW A BUNCH ON ITS OWN AS IS, BUT THE DEITY AU HAS BEEN THE BIGGEST FUEL FOR REWATCHING ANYTHING IVE EVER HAD/GEN AND I ALSO HAVE PURE LOVE OF PNF SO

ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVED LOVED LOVED THIS GENUINELY FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE "LETTERS" LOL

#CANDY-ASKS #CANDY-FRIENDS #PNF DEITY AU #OH MY GODD TYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSM GENUINELY LOVE TALKING BOUT THIS

[therealvalkyrie]

exactly the spring

Pairing/setting: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader, college!AU

Summary: Reserved biology student Ushijima finds himself falling in love when you, an adorably disorganized art student, wander into the greenhouse.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: fluff, kissing

AN: Hi!! So, the inspiration for this one sprang from the beautiful, sexi brain of Emme ( @doinmybesthere ) way back in MARCH ahem anyway, it's done! I hope it's just as soft and intimate as you envisioned<33 Also, big shoutout to my beautiful friends Arobi ( @daqueenobooty ) and Cee ( @spacelabrathor ) for being wonderful betas and giving me such kind comments:) I hope you enjoy, and as always don't be shy about leaving comments or coming to chat! Be kind to yourselves and others.  ~valkyrie

p.s. check out this amazing art that @/54prowl made of plant boy ushi!! :D

Plants don’t talk back, Ushijima learned as a toddler. He’d babble to them in nonsensical phrases as his mother worked in the garden, and they’d only sway in the wind and listen, waxy under his chubby fingers.

A volleyball doesn’t talk back, either, not even through its bounces and echoes on hands and hard surfaces. It doesn’t listen as easily as plants, but can be herded and shaped like putty into a winning thing if you touch it right. This, Ushijima learned at his father’s hand and carried with him through childhood and adolescence.

The joy and puzzlement of you is that you do both. You listen so intently and openly with your steady eyes and soft body as the words pour out of him. And then, you reply. With your clear voice and new perspective, you offer something new. You offer companionship.

It was the second week of spring semester that you wandered into the greenhouse, eyes lit by the sun and sketchbook under one arm. Ushijima was repotting a large fern, dirt up to his elbows as he kneeled on the floor. He barely gave you a second glance, preoccupied with nestling the plant’s root system comfortably.

You settled a short distance away, crossing your legs to sit on the tile floor in front of an orange tree to sketch its still-closed flower buds with charcoal pencils. He kept working as you did, the sun sliding across glass, shadows shifting into the early evening of winter. When the sun was threatening to set over the city skyline — even with the greenhouse where it sits on the roof of the biology building — he turned to tell you he was closing up, only to find you gone. In your place, sitting on the wooden table that held newly planted basil and sage, was a drawing.

It was a single branch, detailed in shades of charcoal down to the last dewdrop. At the bottom, looping handwriting scrawled, “thank you for the peace.”

That night, he tacked it up above his desk in his dorm next to the postcard from Tendō and hoped you’d come back.

And you do, a couple of days later, on a Saturday. He looks up from where he��s filling in the logbook, this time, catching your gaze and holding it for a moment before you break away to survey the room. Today, he thinks you looked breathtaking. You’re wearing a long, flowing skirt and a sweater that makes him want to feel how soft it is, and how soft you are in it, and by the time his brain catches up with his thoughts, he’s been staring too long and your eyes have wandered back to him. It’s raining, today — it never really snows in this city, he’s learned — and shadowy droplets play across your face as they drip down the greenhouse’s arched glass ceiling, highlighting the curve of your cheekbone and making your eyes glow softly.

He clears his throat and looks back to the thick spiral-bound book on the table before him. Sometimes, when he meets people for the first time, he knows he can come across as intimidating. That worked out for him in high school and on the volleyball court, but in his adulthood, it’s been more of a hindrance than a help. It makes it… difficult to make friends here, where he doesn’t already know anyone.

And the last thing he wants is to scare you away. The last thing he wants is to break the peace you’ve apparently found here.

Which is why he barely dares to breathe when he looks up to find you approaching him where he’s perched on a sturdy wooden stool.

“Hi,” you smile and lilt, and god if it isn’t the most beautiful word Ushijima’s ever heard, if it isn’t the prettiest smile he’s seen.

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t want to scare you away.

“Uhm,” you start again, when the silence makes it clear he’s waiting for you to speak, “I have an art assignment,” you start digging around in your shoulder bag as you speak, “to draw a, um, what’s it called?”

“I don’t know.”

You pause in your rifling and pin him with such a sunny smile it makes his knee start bouncing. And you laugh, too, which officially replaces your “hi” as the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Ha, you’re funny,” you resume digging, “it was um, pretty leafy and... tropical, I think? Oh! Here.” Triumphantly, you produce a wrinkled paper from your bag. It’s the first imperfect thing Ushijima’s found out about you, that you’re shit at keeping your belongings organized, and he files it away for later reference. You hold the paper in front of your face and squint slightly to read in the shifting light. “Canna indica.”

Canna indica, native to tropical climates, notable as a minor food crop for South American Native populations for thousands of years.

“And I was told that you have it, here, in the greenhouse.”

Ushijima nods and finds himself relieved that this is what you’re asking him. Plants, he can do.

“We do. Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes, please,” you also sound relieved, like he’s provided the solution to every problem you’ve ever had.

He unfolds himself from the stool, setting down his pen as he goes. You take a step back and look up at him mildly, as though you hadn’t realized quite how huge he is.

“This way,” he indicates, leading you deeper into the maze that is the biology department’s greenhouse. The winding path back to the tropical room gives him a moment to sink back into the earthy peace of being here, even if now there’s someone sharing that peace.

The temperature change from the warm main greenhouse to the balmy tropical room prompts Ushijima to shed his flannel outer layer, hanging it on the nail hammered by the door while you step in behind him.

“Whew,” you exhale, shrugging off your soft cardigan as well, “it’s hot in here.”

Ushijima hums in agreement and tries not to look too hard at the patch of skin revealed by your cropped tank top. Canna indica isn’t too far into the room, so he just gently moves past draping leaves and ceramic pots.

“Here,” he stops, holding back leaves for you. He stops breathing again when you duck under his arm and end up so close in the narrow aisle that he can smell your shampoo. The moment passes, and he can breathe again when you breeze past him and squat down to peer at the bright, waxy red leaves of your subject.

“Beautiful,” you murmur, and he silently agrees.

You’re leaning so close to the plant he’s afraid you might topple over when you make a noise of realization and sit back on your butt to rifle through your bag once again. Ushijima knows he should probably leave you to it, but he’s glad he waited just an extra minute when you pull out a pair of glasses and pop them on your face. Adorably.

“That’s better.” You’re looking back at canna indica, now, at a normal distance.

He’s figured you’ve forgotten he’s there when you start to pull out pastels from your seemingly bottomless bag, so he turns to leave you.

A soft, “hey,” calls him back to you, however, and he’s met by your face glowing eerily in the shifting rain-light. “Thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome.”

When he locks up that afternoon, he finds another charcoal drawing waiting for him on the table near the door, this time of his favorite agapanthus africanus. No note, this time, but he attaches all the sounds he heard from you today in its place. He also finds your cardigan forgotten next to where you were sitting and carefully folds it for when you come back.

The drawing joins the orange branch on his wall-- an odd starter garden, he thinks, but all the more precious because it came from you.

The next time he sees you isn’t in the greenhouse, but instead at a cafe a couple of blocks away, two weeks later. He’s walking past, gym bag slung over his shoulder, when he hears your laugh ring out across the outdoor seating area. His eyes find you, head tipped back in sending peals of mirth into the lively spring air. It’s the first truly warm day of the season, though you and your companion are the only patrons sitting outside, and the sun catches on your glasses sat atop your head.

Your friend says something apparently hilarious, because your giggles redouble, and an honest-to-god snort pushes out of your nose. Ushijima catalogues it in his ever-growing list of sounds you make, and pauses at the crosswalk, halfway turned back to keep one eye on you and one on the light. If you were alone, he might’ve approached you and told you that he still has your sweater in the greenhouse, waiting on a shelf between succulents, but he doesn’t want to interrupt your— date?

He isn’t sure, but the person sat there with you seems like someone you might date. Clearly also an art student, judging by the carefully disheveled blue hair and combat boots. Are you the type to date someone with blue hair? Unlikely, he decides. You seem too… bright. Too floaty to be so concerned with looking like you don’t care how you look.

Ushijima’s still debating whether you find blue hair attractive when the crosswalk light begins its countdown and he starts across the street. And he almost makes it all the way across, too, when a voice calls—

“Wait! Hey!”

He turns partially because it sounds urgent enough that it might be an emergency, and his grandmother would roll in her grave if he remained a bystander to some horrific accident. But it’s you, standing up from your seat and waving him back over. He glances at the crosswalk countdown, which lights up red as it ticks from four to three, then turns and jogs back towards you, waving a hand apologetically to the cars waiting at the light. You meet him at the metal fence around the cafe seating area, and now that you’re standing, he can see you’re wearing a yellow sundress that cuts off at your calves and drapes over your hips like the fabric was spun from pure light.

“Hello.” Ushijima talks first this time because if he doesn’t refocus his brain on something else he knows he won’t be able to stop staring.

“Hi! Sorry about that, uh, and I’m sure you have places to be, but, um, did I leave my cardigan at the greenhouse? I can’t find it, and I know I have a tendency to forget things, so,” you finish with a laugh, one hand fiddling with the rings on the other.

“Yes, you did. I put it on a shelf in case you came back.”

“Oh! That’s great!” You sound relieved, and Ushijima’s suddenly very grateful he didn’t take it down to the bio department’s lost and found like they’re technically supposed to. “Is there maybe a time I can come pick it up? When you’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there all day tomorrow, opening at nine.” 

He can’t tell if he sounds a little too eager, and he’s about to soften his meaning by telling you that they’re open today, too, and anyone can hand you a sweater, but you’re already smiling big and sunny and telling him,

“I’ll see you at nine, then. Do you drink coffee?”

He doesn’t; his coaches have always told him that caffeine can only harm his athletic performance.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I’ll see you at nine, with coffee.”

Ushijima says goodbye and turns to wait at the crosswalk again while you swirl your way back to your seat and pick up your conversation with your friend. He can feel two pairs of eyes on him as he crosses the street, red numbers blinking down from ten, and can’t help but turn to look back as he steps onto the opposite sidewalk. Where your friend tactfully looks down into their cup of tea, you catch his eye with yours and wave. He lifts his hand halfway in a goodbye before an eighteen-wheeler stops at the intersection and blocks you from him.

Ushijima’s normal work attire is typical of an average agricultural biology student accustomed to being up to their elbows in dirt every day: practical cargo shorts, dirt-stained but sturdy sneakers, a “plant dad” t-shirt (a gift from Tendō when they’d said their goodbyes and gone away to college), and a soft cotton flannel. He’s usually satisfied with this for his shift at the greenhouse, expecting to be mud-covered at least up to his wrists by the end of the day.

But today… Today, he pauses in the dorm bathroom to scrub his face raw, and he clips and shapes his nails like his mother used to do for him every Saturday. He normally only does it before tournaments, now, and it calms his nerves to feel prepared for a Big Event, even if that event is only handing you your gently pilled cashmere cardigan and receiving a coffee he won’t drink in return.

The air that morning is heady with spring, earthy and alive, reminding Ushijima of lying beneath the hedge along his mother’s garden to pass notes to the girl next door. He was seven and she was nine, so naturally she knew everything he didn’t. She knew about the planets and why worms live in dirt and how to spell the word “catastrophe,” and Ushijima would’ve bet his whole weekly allowance that she was the coolest person in the world, if he knew what betting was. (She did, and once bet him half an ice cream sandwich that he couldn’t climb the oak tree in his backyard all the way to the top. He did, and then twisted his ankle on the way down, and she brought him an ice cream sandwich every day for a week as an apology.) She was all shiny, long black hair and dark eyes and fast words, nothing like the spring blooming around him.

You, on the other hand, are exactly the spring.

He stops at his favorite pastry place on the way to work to pick up two fresh cream donuts. The line is just dwindling from the height of the morning rush, so he manages to make it to the biology building just five minutes before he normally does.

Morning sun sends rainbows through the automatic misting spray as Ushijima unlocks the greenhouse door, letting a burst of humidity out into the rest of the building. The spiral-bound log book is there on the desk, a thick parchment bookmark sticking out from where whoever closed last night marked the page. 

Ushijima places his backpack and pastry bag on the desk and reaches to hang his key on its hook just when there’s a knock on the door.

“I know I’m early,” you start, edging your way into the room with a paper coffee cup in each hand. “But I saw it was already open, so...”

Ushijima smiles despite himself. In their second year Oikawa Tooru had told him that his smiles can be unnerving, but he can’t help it right now. You look so lovely today, in jeans and a silky tank top, with a certain morning tenderness in the way you hold yourself.

“It’s okay, come in. I just need to check the temperature controls and I’ll be done opening.”

“Sounds good,” you reply, smiling back.

As he makes his way to the temp controls on the Southern wall, you perch on the wooden stool and set down the coffee.

With his back turned to you for a moment, you allow yourself to slouch, planting two hands on the table and stretching your shoulders with a sigh. It’s earlier than you normally get out of bed, let alone actually leave your apartment, and you can already feel a quiet exhaustion setting into your bones.

But this is worth it, you remind yourself. Worth it to talk to the beautiful boy with broad shoulders and gentle hands.

He’d been unexpected. That first day in the greenhouse, you’d sat down with the intention to calm down from a tedious school day and nothing more. Your hands had moved of their own volition on that second drawing of the orange branch, scribbling out a hasty message that made your cheeks burn. But he was so present that day, in the corner of your eye but staying respectfully out of your space. And you’re not blind -- you saw the muscles under his shirt as he lifted an entire small tree in its pot. You saw the startling shade of green his eyes took on in the sun. You saw it all, and it drew you back, and now you’re here.

When he joins you back at the table, leaning back against it to face you, you stick out your hand and offer your name.

He looks at it for a moment, then back at you.

“I just, uh, realized we never properly introduced ourselves,” you explain, with a hesitant smile.

He smiles again and your heart thuds, then his big hand engulfs yours and he shakes it firmly.

“Wakatoshi. It’s nice to meet you.”

You learn in the following weeks of coming to the greenhouse that Wakatoshi doesn’t like coffee. But he does like tea and donuts, so that’s what you bring him on the mornings you can find it in you to wake up before nine. You sit with him in the greenhouse, talking and listening as he records data and waters plants and sits next to you on the quilt you’ve fallen into the habit of bringing. The occasional professor or student comes through, and you get to watch Wakatoshi show off his brains when he leaves you to help them.

There are several things you learn about him over those weeks. Number one: he never minces words. Two: he prefers grapefruit chapstick over anything else. And three: he kisses like it’s his last day on Earth.

You discover number three late one night when you decide to drop by after class, shooting him a text to make sure he’s still there. Today he’s closing instead of opening, and you missed spending your morning with him.

The city lights cast a different kind of glow at this time of night. They add a distance to everything that’s palpable as you drop your bag by the door.

“Toshi, are you here-- oh, hi.” You turn the corner to find him closing the door to the supply closet.

His cheekbones are highlighted briefly by a billboard outside flashing red.

“You should get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired. And I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?”

He takes a step towards you and you have to tilt your head back slightly to keep your eyes on his. They’re leaf green and unreadable.

“Yeah, uh,” you wet your lips with your tongue, “is that okay?”

“Yes.” He pauses for a long time, then, watching you carefully in the neon glow of the exit sign. His hand shakes as it reaches up to push your glasses from your face onto your head.

Without them, he looks fuzzy and soft around the edges.

He says, “Can I kiss you?” and it feels like there’s a bird trapped in your ribcage.

“Yes. Kiss me.”

Wakatoshi kisses nothing like you expected, all tongues and teeth and heavy fingers in the dip of your waist. He growls when you gasp and mewl against him, sucking on your lower lip as your hands find purchase in his shirt. He kisses you so absolutely breathless that you think you might pass out. Your knees buckle and you pull away, gasping with your eyes closed for a moment until you come back to yourself.

“Are you alright, little one?”

The endearment makes your cheeks flush with heat and your eyes snap open.

“Yes, I’m alright. Please do it again.”

And so he does it again, and again, and again until you find yourself bringing him home with you on the last bus that goes towards your neighborhood. He’s standing in the aisle, one hand wrapped around a pole and the other wound around you, who’s standing in front of him. He keeps you steady as the bus rounds a corner.

That night, you bring the peace of the greenhouse into your home, and the only thing you find yourself wishing for is that it never leaves.

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