Mar 13, 2025
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Consider. Nude model Stolas and art student Blitzø.
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Me waking up at 5am with the most depraved thoughts about Jean, Connie and Sasha in a college AU that I will be turning into a full fic, here’s the rundown
Starts with Jean/Sasha with a dash of Jean/Connie/Sasha, and then ends with just Connie/Sasha, they’re endgame sorry not sorry (I love Springles) (it’s just because my friends tell me I’m just like Sasha and I am a fiend for Constance Springer)
Fic idea:
Genos has just finished making lunch. Something simple but with a delicious scent so strong it wakes Saitama from his nap. Now, as Saitama's (adorably) sleepy eyes adjust to the light, Genos takes off his apron and hangs it on the little hook.
He can't say why he suddenly thought of it, but as he hangs it up, he thinks: "Did Saitama ever use it?"
Saitama had mentioned once, when Genos asked why he had it, that it was just on sale and he figured "Why not?" and bought it. But he never told him if he'd used it, and to this day Saitama hasn't ever worn it on the rare occasions where he's the one cooking.
And the thought, the mental image, of Saitama shirtless with pajama bottoms, wearing the pink apron and making breakfast, sparing a few seconds to smile at a newly-awake Genos makes the cyborg steam. He swats the thoughts away before they get too much and takes their plates to the kotatsu, where a sleepy Saitama waits with a gentle smile. He sets the plates down, leans down to kiss him softly, then sits down himself.
Breakfast is quiet up until the end, where Genos's plate is cleaned off and Saitama's just two bites away. That's when Genos asks if he uses the pink apron.
Saitama processes the question for a moment. "Eh, not anymore. I used to before you moved in and basically took it hostage." He huffs a laugh when Genos pouts, but goes on to add: "Why?"
Genos shakes his head. "No reason. It's just that I realized I've never seen you wear it, despite the fact you were the one who bought it."
Saitama hums, his eyes lingering on Genos' face for another second before shoveling the last bite into his mouth. The conversation ends there.
But on the other end of the table, Saitama is slowly getting... well, eager. It wasn't hard to tell what Genos was thinking when he brought up the apron. Especially after Genos easily dismissed his question with a "it's nothing" or some equivalent. He never says that unless he's trying to hide a specific thought. And when it clicked in his head what Genos was thinking about, Saitama got an idea. One that already has him excited for dinner.
So, fast forward to dinner. Genos had been out all day running errands, fighting a monster, getting a quick repair after said monster cracked his face. Saitama insisted he cooks dinner for them so that they could eat sooner (something Genos knows Saitama wants so they could sooner get to cuddling. Saitama always wants to cuddle, especially after he's sustained damage during battle, no matter how severe). When he finally comes home, an immediate "I'm home!" leaving his lips upon opening the door, he's greeted with the scent of dinner—paired with the meats and vegetables, the steam and the bubbling sounds, it's a stew. He slips off his shoes, excited to see his boyfriend after an entire day of not being able to. He takes a few steps and peeks into the kitchen, a compliment on the smell ready on his tongue.
Then, he damn near short-circuits then and there.
Saitama's in the kitchen, in the pink apron, and nothing else. Nothing else. His ass just on full display, the pink strings tied and resting on the curve of it like a ribbon on a present. He's on his toes, reaching into the cupboards they have for spices, one hand on the counter and back arced in a way Genos immediately knows is deliberately done. When steam hisses out from the cyborg, Saitama finally looks at Genos, smiles.
"Welcome home." He sets himself back down of his feet, salt in his hand. "It's still gonna be while till it's done, so if there's anything you wanna do, you've got time."
There's a look in Saitama's eyes that glows with the most inconspicuous invitation ever. And Genos doesn't even hesitate before coming closer.
Concept #45
Imagine Logan living in the remains of an old library of a university that hasn't been used in years, most people steer clear of the college because of the ramped stories of ghosts, demons, and monsters that run amok whenever the school is brought up in any kind of conversation.
But Logan wasn't a monster, or a ghost, or even a demon.
He's just a human.
Merely living in the massive walls of the library, fixing the books that deteriorate from a combination of silverfish and age. He's the one that sits at his desk with nothing but a candle illuminating his face, given that the power had been cut off from the university for years, gluing the spines back on books and gently fixing the tears on their covers. He's the one that learned how to patch holes on the roofs during the hurricane season, he's the one tending to the gardens and plucking the caterpillars off his tomato plants, and he's the one that has to tend to his own illnesses and injuries when he passes out from heat exhaustion during the intense heat of the summertime.
Nobody knows that he even exists, and he doesn’t mind that one little bit.
Nobody knows of his family, or if he even has one. It is an idea he has pushed from his mind completely, as he enjoys his days of solitude.
Nobody knows of the recluse that haunts the halls of the library, guarding and caring for the knowledge that lays inside those walls. It is a job he enjoys, mindlessly losing himself in it.
Nobody knew of this private and incredibly lonesome sanctuary, and...he was regrettably alright with that as well.
After all... Everyone else in the world was dead.
Logan knew that.
A lion raised by wolf and dragon
Jon Snow is an idiot like most other men and Daenerys and Sansa soon learn that perhaps they put their trust in the wrong person. Disappointed by Jon’s lack of communication and short-sightedness, Daenerys and Sansa both move forward without him and with each other.
After a tumultuous start with the Great War and then that against Cersei, the two women become the Queens of Ice and Fire. The North had hard-earned their independence and is given their freedom, Arya Stark, the Queen in the North.
Sansa at the summon of Daenerys is called to Kingslanding to help Daenerys rule justly and efficiently by the standards of what Westeros needs and not just what Daenerys believes is right.
Cersei, who has been captured is kept alive until the birth of her child. It is not Daenerys or Sansa that end her days but her brother Jaime on his final goodbye to his sister and lover. Afterward, hoping to find some final redemption for everything he has done. Jaime Lannister hangs himself.
Together, Daenerys and Sansa raise Cersei’s daughter as their own.
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I'm low key tempted to write a fic where Caitlin was single in Flashpoint and never met Ronnie - who was obvs a fireman... hello, calendar?? Shirtless Robbie??? Lol. And the story of how they fell in love, b/c in every timeline on every earth, snowstorm are destined TOO.
Even though the hysterical fic of killervibe being exes written by @mosylufanfic (I think?) still gives me so many happy feels. GOLD.
i’m glad other people also feel the need to shorten aziraphale’s name. i’m bouncing between az and zira in my head.
Fic idea: While out walking around Japan, they find an arcade with a huge (almost) as big as roadhog pachimari, and roadie instantly falls in love.
Junkrat intends to blow up the display case to get the big toy for his big boy-friend. But the whole arcade is pamchimari themed and Roadhog forbids him to blow it up, maim, or cause any destruction in or around the place.
Forcing Junkrat to come back at a later date and play the games and win tickets to get the prize.
Queue junkrat always sneaking off to the arcade and Roadie confused about all the sudden alone time. (junkrat is a clingy lil fuck)
Just when roadie thinks rat is calling it quits on their partnership/relationship. Junkrat busts into their latest hideout with bags of pachimari loot and the giant plush.
And jamison explains that he didn’t know how many tickets were enough so he kept playing until he thought it was enough and ended up with more than enough tickets and got a bunch of other stuff too.
and Roadie is a proud boy-friend.