Reworking Uni! AU and how Vashwood meets :)
Vash who secretly works in a small bakery to sustain his living expenses that is about forty minutes away from his house and uni in the first shift, simply to lower the chances of bumping with anyone because he knows they would grow concerned for him (he barely sleeps and is very much obviously mentally Unwell, balancing work and uni has gotten him called out in the past).
And Wolfwood, who was looking for an extra income to help the orphanage, applying to a security job on the night shift planning to always take overtime. Said place was also forty minutes away from uni because he had the same thought process as Vash (he would hate to have anyone’s meddling ass involved in his issues bc of course they’d make questions), even if it made his commuting of Orphanage>Uni>Work>Orphanage more difficult.
Wolfwood gets accepted into the job! He is good at it, gets paid well, it wasn’t that stressful, the people who worked there didn’t ask him any questions and just minded their own business. It was awesome.
One day when he goes to buy lunch at a nearby 24/7 convenience store, someone accidentally slams the door open in his face as a greeting with full force.
As he is about to square up to beat the loving shit out of said person, he pales at the sight of an all too familiar blonde classmate. A blonde that was wearing a black apron that had the stitched logo from the bakery that was across his workplace. A blonde that was staring at his accusatory workplace badge that had his photo and name, neatly put in a lanyard hanging from his neck with round eyes. The blonde’s mouth was left hanging open as he stopped on his rambling apologies, his extended prosthetic arm reflecting the buzzing and bright led lights of the store, freezing midair as he was offering some aid for the fallen black haired man.
Both of them had a flash thought of that one conversation they had a week ago. They had asked each other: “Do you have a job?”. A question where they both answered “No”.
Their only thought as they locked eyes was “Fuck”.
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Thinking about the reactions Ace and Sabo would have to finding out Luffy’s in love with Sanji;; Honestly Ace being the overprotective one is probably more in character but it would be so fucking funny if Ace just catches Luffy staring at Sanji for a little too long and decides he’s going to be his little brother’s ultimate wingman. He’s COMMITTED and he’s going to sneakily create SO many romantic moments for Luffy to take advantage of. But Sabo,, Sabo turns out to be the overprotective one LMAO he sees Sanji smile softly at Luffy one (1) time and he’s like oh HELL no, not MY little brother. Ace tries to set them up, Sabo tries to…SABOtage them ;)))))
Even more hilarious is if this is happening at the same time. Luffy is oblivious but Sanji’s inwardly questioning what the hell is going on bc every time he THINKS there’s a romantic situation blossoming between them, absolute disaster strikes right after. Meanwhile in the background Ace and Sabo are arguing (“Stop fucking everything up you’re ruining all my plans!!” “Luffy’s far too young to have a boyfriend, are you kidding me right now?” “He’s NINETEEN Sabo get over it!!” “Not until that cook wins my approval and right now it’s not looking good for him” “ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS. Sabs do you HEAR yourself rn”)
They are silly and I love them
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trying to be more active starting by tryna post all the stuff I've been neglecting to ;w;
Heres a doodle I did for @sparkspsps of @heroesspirit Ravio!! I've done a lot of heroes spirit art so expect to see a lot of it, its a very good comic so yall better get your eyes on it and your hands reblogging!!
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i was looking for incorrectnhh but i couldn't find it. i know my heart and soul this is u. I'M 100% SURE HAHAHAHAHAHA
happy birthday, dearest scar!
i hope u are doing well💗
OH MY- YOU GAVE A BEAUTIFUL CARD FOR ME THIS YEAR AS WELL! 🥹💖🫶🏻 THANK YOU SOOO MUCH ILY DES THIS IS SOOO BEAUTIFUL!! HINATA IN SPEAK NOW DRESSS OMOOO this year is such a wild yeat and one of them is the release of Speak Now TV 😆! Yes it's me HAHAHA idek what account is this anymore. Thank you for the wish🥰 may you be blessed with good health and happy days ahead for this year 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Look, before you judge me, I want you to understand that I am beyond the ability to harm. I think Jeremiah is a babe and that is that.
Now, this is, 100% the fault of @skynapple and her amazing fic (which you should ABSOLUTELY go read right tf now) if you haven't already. It's killing me. In a good way. I'm dying in the best way possible and ASDHJKDLSJS is all I can say about how much I love it.
And if you're about to come at me like "Wtf Kay why is Jeremiah built like that?" Then I will remind you that this mfer was a lightseeker- one of the people still at MCs side fighting wanderers when Xav up and disappeared. For a couple hundred years, he was constantly whooping wanderer ass, and I will not be told he was anything other than beautifully buff 😤
This whole thing made me miss drawing so much. I love studying anatomy and bless Jeremiah for being a good sport about it lol. Maybe I should do the others when my hands allow it.
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whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃 || ch 2.
aka: firefighter!bucky x bartender!buck (chapt 2), as detailed [here]
“Hey, man. Another round?” His voice came out pitched low, in a way that went straight to Bucky’s stomach, inclining his head towards the firefighters’ table just as Curt slammed a fist on the table, clearly making a very animated point, and Harding barked out a laugh that carried all the way over.
Up close. Oh yeah, fuck, he was right in front of him now. While his face remained placidly detached, when he’d spoken the words were clipped, an edge of vexation managing to sneak in. For what reason, Bucky wasn’t sure. He hadn’t even opened his mouth yet.
Making an effort to right himself, Bucky leaned one arm on the bar in what he hoped was an altogether casual-looking stance, and took a shallow breath with an iron-clad will to make his voice as even and steady as he possibly could. Please, God, if he’s ever needed to sound sober now is that time . With how hot it had gotten in the room and with all their exuberance, he could feel sweat gathered in his hairline, and an errant curl had fallen loose from the hold of the product in his hair and flopped over his eye. He jerked his forehead trying to dispel it, but it immediately fell right back into misplace.
“Well, what would you recommend?” He was pretty sure the boys (read: Curt and Douglass) had raised the idea of some form of shot for this next round, leaving it to Bucky to choose which. He knew his liquor and he knew what he liked, but the temptation to bait this guy into an actual conversation was just too much to resist.
-> read here on AO3! <-
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