Ahornsy
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- Dream SMP (4)
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- Haikyuu!! (1)
- QSMP | Quackity SMP (1)
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"What? Are ya here to tell me I should've been more careful? That this wouldn't have happened if I had been 'prepared'?" Atsumu spit, his voice getting mockingly high in the last part.
It wasn't even the look of pity that Sakusa was giving him, just complete disappointment, as if he couldn't believe someone couldn't be prepared for something like this.
Atsumu wanted to slam the door in Sakusa's stupid face so bad right now.
"Miya", he wasn't looking at him and Atsumu couldn't tell his expression, his face being hidden by the usual medicine mask, "This could've happened to anybody."
Atsumu's fingers turned white from the grip he had on the door.
"It didn't, though." He spoke, his voice could've cut skin. Then the door slammed shut.
Or, a sudden heavy knee injury ends Miya Atsumu's volleyball career. Desperately Atsumu tries to pick up bits and pieces, not realizing who has been standing behind him the whole time. While recovering from his injury he learns to accept and maybe let himself fall as well?
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“Leaving so soon?” There was a smirk in his voice, an arrogance only one could have. Siren.
Quackity turned around, facing the villain he had spent his whole day searching for. He wanted to be annoyed, but he had found what he had been searching for and no one could take this moment from him. He had waited months to interrogate Siren again, he wouldn’t let him get away now.
“No, just been waiting for you,” He smirked, watching Siren play with the cigarette that was dangling between his fingers, “took you a while to show up.”
Siren hummed, putting the cigarette away and jumping down from the low roof he had been crouching on. His tall figure blocked out the already little light that had been in this alleyway, but even then, Quackity could see his stupid fucking smirk and the stupid fucking piece of cloth that covered his eyes.
Or, another heroxvillain tntduo fanfic that got way longer than actually intended ;-; Oh, and sbi as well as many more :D
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But even with all of this, Wilbur hoped he had another person sitting beside his bed, squeezing his hand and whispering sweet nothing's into his ear.
As a kid he told himself the right person would come eventually. Like his dad met his mother, or his best friend found the love of her life at just 18. As much as Wilbur loved his family and his friends, he couldn't help but feel jealous and unloveable.
At some point he stopped hoping for the love of his life to just stand in front of him.
But then he did.
And Wilbur could do nothing but watch and let the god's write their story.
Gosh, Wilbur hated the god's.
Or, Wilbur is trying to move on from his past, and so is Quackity. They meet in a coffee shop with no idea what the god's have planned for them.
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It's called free falling, darling (I won't catch you) by Ahornsy
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
28 Apr 2024
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And god, he forgot how human Wilbur made him feel. Unlike before, the feeling was addictive now and even if it made him afraid to fall. It was exciting, the kind of adrenaline kick you'll get if you're jumping off a clip, knowing a rope will be there to catch you.
Only difference is that Quackity knew Wilbur wasn't gonna catch him. He would watch and then leave, laughing at Quackity's broken bones and naïve attempt at love.
Because that's how it was, right? That's how it always will be.
Or, Wilbur's and Quackity's relationship during pogtopia and after Wilbur's revival, because no one did it my way. It's really unhealthy, like my love for this fandom ;)
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When Wilbur first met a boy with ink black hair and a bad reputation among the whole foster camp, he was fifteen years old and has been with more foster parents than he could count. But he met someone that was the same. Has been through the same- maybe even worse, Quackity never wanted to tell Wilbur much about his foster system experience. He´d only say "The foster system fucking sucks" and take another drag out of the stolen cigarette. Sometimes Wilbur would start asking Quackity for a cigarette one too many times. The first time he asked, Quackity had looked at him such a shocked look, Wil wasn´t sure if hadn´t said something completely different.
"This won´t make you any more popular." Quackity had said, while studying his face for any kind of regret as he was handed another cigarette. Wilbur would just shrug, taking the cigarette between his pointer and index finger. "It´s not like I am very popular anyway." Quackity´s gaze turned towards the ground. Before taking another drag from the cigarette, he mumbled a quiet "same."
Or, Wilbur and Quackity´s story in a fucked up society where the only thing that mattered was your opinion on heroes. Also a little bit of sbi bc i fucking love them
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“If I were you,” the man says, swinging both legs over the branch, “I would ask why I’m being followed.” He hops down from the branch, floating gently to the ground as his robes billow around him.
Osamu holds his ground as the man stalks closer, dropping the stick in favour of placing a hand on the hilt of the hunting knife strapped to his waist. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why?”
The man stops a meter away, cocking his head. Up close, the embroidery on his robes shimmers like a living thing. Like a snake, curling and winding around him. “Because, Osamu, you smell like death.”
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05 Feb 2026
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“Taste that fer me.” Osamu says, offering a spoonful to Rin once it’s done.
Instead of acting like a normal human being and taking the spoon from Osamu, Rin leans forward, tongue out, and slips the cold metal into his mouth while the chef is still very much holding onto it.
Osamu swallows at the same time as Rin moans around the spoon.
The chef averts his eyes, closes them and screams internally.
“That’s so fucking good.” Rin praises, and wastes no time in reaching over to try and dip a finger into the cream. Osamu slaps his hand again before he makes it and clicks his tongue.
”Ouch.” Rin mumbles. “You’ve got freakishly strong hands, you know that?”
“I know.” He answers.
Of course he does, he grew up slapping Atsumu’s hands away.
“You must give a mean spanking.”
And Osamu’s brain screeches to a halt.
or an AU where Private Chef Osamu is hired by a mysterious (Rin is world famous, Osamu just got too lazy to search him up) billionaire and for the first time ever considers breaking his 'no sex in the kitchen' rule
(also if his idiot of a brother would stop trying to make a sugar daddy out of his boss's accountant, that'd be great)
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01 Feb 2026
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Special Agent Miya Osamu has had a rough go. Another one of his leads is dead. His list of cold cases continues to grow. No one believes him when he says Suna Rintarou is the son of a bitch responsible, and Osamu's reputation is tanking.
He's on the brink of calling it quits when Suna approaches him requesting protection in exchange for information about the last two men who turned up dead. It's an offer Osamu can't refuse, especially when it could be one final shot at gathering enough evidence to throw Suna behind bars.
And especially when it leads to a bigger case he hadn't expected to interrupt—a case headed by none other than Special Agent Miya Atsumu.
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30 Jan 2026
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In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?
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- Part 1 of Miya Four Vs. The World
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29 Jan 2026
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“When were you going to send that letter in which you tell me you love me?” Sakusa demands. He immediately winces right after and flushes, because a few people look over at him from the volume and the tone of his voice.
“Sometime in the 1850’s, but there’s more where that came from. Every decade since, at least,” Atsumu chirps back.
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The thing no one ever talks about when it comes to immortality is the paperwork.
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- Part 1 of this is our time in the spotlight
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30 Dec 2025