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M Akito Sohma X F OC (Fruits Basket)

Shūmei wants to tell Akito’s family about their relationship. Akito is not so eager.

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Fruits Basket SMAU

Calling the Sohma boys ✨pretty✨

I haven't been hyper fixated on Fruits Basket in a minute so it may be OOC. I hope you enjoy either way!

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I feel like Hatsuharu would be into emoji's and texting verbs.

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Hatsuharu x Naomi (OC) SMAU

Context: Naomi confided in Hatsuharu about her breakup. The next day she gets a text from a new number.

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Shigaraki X Noriko (OC) SMAUs (pt. 2)

Warnings: They are married so they imply some intimate stuff, but it's not explicit.

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Shigaraki X Noriko (OC) SMAUs (pt. 1)

Warnings: They are married so they imply some freaky stuff, but it's not explicit.

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BNHA SMAU "Out-of-Pocket" (pt. 1?)

Prompt: The League of villains when they overhear OC talking to Toga about the out-of-pocket things she'd let them do to her (she's a simp)

Spinner (Iguchi Shuichi), Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri

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Dabi: Okay, who's the hottest person you can think of?

Noriko: My husband.

Dabi: ...

Dabi: Okay, Noriko? Shigaraki isn't here right now. You can be honest with me.

Noriko: Tomura is a 10.

Dabi: He's crusty at best!

Noriko: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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Bakugou Katsuki X OC SMAU

The friendship between Hanamaki Eiko and Shinsou Hitoshi has been getting deeper. Her close friend, Bakugou Katsuki, is not a fan.

This is a cute little heart to heart moment related to my main BNHA fic (which is not posted on Tumblr) but you don't have to read that to read these (especially since it's old and not finished 🤪)

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Shinsou Hitoshi X OC SMAU

Context: Hanamaki Eiko was friends with a villain and now everyone thinks she’s a traitor. For safety measures, she's required to wear an ankle monitor and live in the dorms.

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Dabi X OC SMAU

Shizuka is sad and asks Dabi to bring her food.

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Rain pounded down, drumming on the roof and the metal hood of the cars sitting parked in front of the house.

Darry sat on the porch, sipping at the beer in his hand. It was one of those spring nights, humid but not hot, that heralded the coming summer. The air was thick with the petrichor scent of the rain.

Thick streams of water rushed towards the drains, inevitably stopped up with dead leaves and sticks. What little grass the yard had was completely covered by the never-ending water.

Though he sat under the cover of the eaves, Darry still found himself getting damp. But he didn’t go inside.

The power inside kept flickering, making it impossible to watch anything on the tv so the gang had settled in for a Hold ‘Em tournament. Darry didn’t usually participate in their card games, tonight was no exception. A strange melancholy came over him, driving him to the solitude of the porch.

Darry took another sip of his beer. It was his dad’s favorite brand. They’d all grown up seeing him drink it and when he and Two-Bit started partaking, they drank it too. Any other beer just didn’t taste right to him.

There came an uproar from inside, causing Darry to look over his shoulder in time to see Soda bursting outside, yells following after him. Darry leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow at his little brother.

Soda just rolled his eyes, “They said I was putting queens in my sock.”

“Were you?”

Soda grinned and tore off his left sock. Two cards fell to the porch, one queen of diamonds, the other a joker with the words QUEEN OF CLUBS written on it in marker. They’d lost the original card years ago.

Darry laughed, “That’s what I thought. You wanna sit until they let you back in?”

Soda nodded eagerly and took the chair beside Darry. Soda didn’t drink much, but he took a sip of Darry’s beer then, for once not gagging at the taste. Soda let his eyes fall closed as he inhaled the thick air.

“This is my favorite time of year,” Soda said.

Darry scoffed, “Yeah? See if you say that on laundry day. I bet there’ll be about a gallon of mud in the hamper.”

Soda shrugged, “I don’t mind.” He kicked his feet up on the railing, immediately getting his other sock soaked with the overflow from the gutter. Soda didn’t move them.

There was a time when Darry was jealous of Soda, of how he could walk through life so care free. It seemed like his heart was so light, that nothing could ever weigh him down. Darry should have known better; he didn’t really know how wrong he was until after they lost their folks.

The rain always made Darry think too hard.

The brothers were silent, letting the rain fill the space between them. Soda kept his feet sticking in the rain until the water started dripping down his legs. As Soda rid himself of the second sock he asked, “Dar, are you happy?”

“What?”

Soda shrugged, “I dunno.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. He was strong, nearly as strong as Darry now. “I’m almost eighteen, if you wanted me to take Ponyboy so you can go to college or move or somethin’, I would.”

And wasn’t that a thought?

After so long of feeling like he was drowning in responsibility, Soda was giving him an out. The smallest part of Darry wanted to take it, but the rest of him knew that he would never put Soda through the stress on his shoulders.

Darry squeezed Soda’s shoulder, “Nah, I’m happy.”

Soda looked at him with disbelief, his eyes somehow always able to slip past any mask Darry put up. Sometimes Sodapop was really annoying like that. “You don’t seem happy most of the time.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Darry began. He took a long drink to pull his thoughts together. “Most of the time, I’m stressed and I’m scared. But I’m also happy because me feeling like that means that you and Ponyboy don’t have to.”

“Oh.”

“I decided to put the two of you first for the rest of my life and that’s how it’s gonna stay.”

Soda clearly didn’t like that, “But you should be happy too. You should get to hang out with your friends and-and find a girl and-”

Soda was getting himself all worked up. It was something the three Curtis boys had in common. Their dad would say they were full to the brim with emotions and trying to release them but only tying themselves in knots.

Darry put a hand on the back of Soda’s head, “It’s okay, Pepsi. It’s not like I hate my life.” Not anymore at least. “I love you and your brother and our weird ass friends.” Soda laughed a little. “You’re acting like I’m an old man, I’m only twenty one, asshole.”

Soda laughed heartily then, looking over at his brother. Darry gave him a soft smile. Soda’s heart was too big for his damn chest. “You get me?” Darry asked.

Soda nodded, “I just don’t want you to look back at your life and regret this.”

That made Darry laugh. Seeing the hurt look on Soda’s face, Darry kissed his head. “Honey, I ain’t ever gonna regret taking care of you and your brother. Yeah y’all piss me off sometimes and Ponyboy is real good at getting under my skin and if you leave your wet towel on the floor of the bathroom one more time-”

Soda shoved Darry’s shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Their laughter died down, the silence filled again with the pouring rain. “Would you tell me if you weren’t happy?”

“Yeah.”

Soda rolled his eyes, “Liar.”

Before they could keep talking, the front door banged open again and Ponyboy stood there, pulling at Soda’s shoulder, “Come on, we’re doing teams now and I don’t wanna be stuck with Ace again.”

“Hey!” The girl in question shouted from inside. “You would be lucky to have me!”

Soda laughed and let their baby brother pull him to his feet. Soda looked back at Darry, “Sounds like Ace needs a partner. Let’s go.”

Darry smiled and stood up, “Ace girl, we gonna hustle them or what?”

“Pretty sure you ain’t supposed to announce when you hustle,” Ponyboy pointed out, earning himself a cuff on the back of the head from his big brother. Darry couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, he was happy.

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“Oh DaRrY’s StOiC”

“Oh DaRrY cAnT hAvE fUn”

“Oh DaRrY iS uNCaRiNg”

Darry is a 20 year old man who works two jobs and still tickles Pony out of bed every morning, eats chocolate cake for breakfast and calls Pony honey. Tfym

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Grrr outsiders girlfriends 👊💥❤️

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THE OUTSIDERS: DALLAS AND PONYBOY

"Gimme a light Pony, will you?" [...] Pony, be a good boy." "Sorry, Pops."

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ive watched this movie more times than I can count, yet im only hearing this part now 😭😭

Steve:

"Soda,"

*points*

"shoes."

steve and soda you both deserve so much i wish i could give it all to you

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Housenapped: Tanner Grayton X OC - Chapter 1: Suspicious Activity

I am a casual writer, meaning I don't upload consistently. Please don't get attached to any "series" I write (as it may only be one part released). Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 1299

I wake up the next morning with sun rays shining through the sides of my curtains. I have these thick, velvet curtains to keep my room dark, good for warding off unwelcome nighttime visitors, but at this time of day, visible streaks of light appear on the wall.

My days are typically filled with something to do, but not entirely busy. I work from home so everything I do is through the computer. I’m a graphic designer. I create visual concepts, mostly for housing layouts and home decoration, and send them to marketers and developers who make it a reality. I also send them to clients who are looking to change things up in the home. When I’m not doing that, I host online auctions for charity or I sell items I don't want any more to make a little extra cash. Those three practices combined; I make quite a bit of money overall. Then, when the sun begins to set, my neighborhood watch duties begin. I make my rounds, get back home by nightfall, and in my free time I watch television.

Back when I was in public school, I used to envy the people who got to wake up to the natural sunlight. I would get up at four o'clock in the morning just to get ready for classes. Now I get to wake up in the afternoon. I pull myself out of bed, do my morning routine, and decide to go to the store. Now that I think about it, the store is really the only reason I leave the house. Even my clothes I order online. Sometimes I consider going out more, but every time I try, a sense of dread overcomes me and I back out. I can barely stand getting groceries. Going to my kitchen, I check to see what I may need.

Everything.

I need everything.

My fridge is bare bones. There's only water, expired plant milk, cabbage I will never touch and a well-used bottle of ketchup. And a box of tampons? So I did have tampons! I bought a new box for nothing? I really need some sleep if I’m so I’m putting sanitary products in the fridge. I should get rid of them all together and switch to those new period panty things. I leave the kitchen and grab my bag.

It’s freeing owning a car now. I used to only take Ubers and Lifts, but Luna convinced me to stop being afraid and get my own car. So I finally bit the bullet and got one. It’s a humble little used car, but it works all the same and gets me to my destination. It’s a weekday so the stores aren’t too crowded. I should have pre-planned my meals before I came to narrow down my grocery list, but I guess I’ll work on staple items and intuition. Rice, potatoes, cheese, veggies and whatever else comes to mind. I quite enjoy grocery shopping when it’s not busy.

I end up returning home with far too many bags. That darn Costco and their love for bulk items. I take the food out of the bags, putting them in their respective places in my kitchen. The purchase I’m most excited for I place proudly on my dining table: the huge triple chocolate cake with delicious chocolate icing presented on the crystal cake stand my mom got me. I'll do my best to cherish it, but it’s so good it may just be gone by the end of the week. Realising I didn’t have breakfast before I left, I make myself two raspberry toaster strudels and head to my home office. 

Every day, before I start work, I check my email for any upcoming projects or job opportunities. I read each assignment to myself under my breath. “Faith Gallagher’s thinking of rearranging her sunroom... Maddox of ‘A Hat’s Home’ wants me to design a mini house for Nathan Sharp... wants to surprise his wife- that's a good commission. Cory Davis and… hmm?”

I click on a message sent from Youngman, Luna. I wasn’t expecting to hear from her. It was an email letting me know I was on my own for Nightwatch tonight. Apparently, the scheduled member is too sick to take the shift with me. I emailed her back, letting her know I don’t mind covering the route by myself, then returned to my other emails.

I’m halfway through my work and hungry again. I know I should consider eating a sandwich or salad, but that cake has been calling my name since I picked it up. Shamelessly, I grab a big piece of the heavenly treat, and as the hours go by, I have my second piece, then my third, then my fourth. Needless to say, half the cake was gone by the time work ended. So long cherishing it. Before I know it, I’m getting ready to do my rounds. Like every night, this one is uneventful. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if someone did come across a criminal. What would they do? I have a registered gun and fight training, courtesy of the many instructors I've paid, but my neighbors might not. The police here have a slow response time and no one in this neighborhood seems to have any sense of self-defense. You’d think living in a neighborhood with recent suspicious activity would at least give someone the sense to invest in security.

It’s good that I joined though. At least I know what to look out for. In addition to the self-defense classes, I took quite a few crime-based classes in college. Did I waste my life? I'm nowhere near old, but considering all the college classes I took and all the degrees I have, shouldn't I be doing something more than designing rooms and cowering in my house? No. This is smart. This is safe.

I’m finally home, so ready to binge watch come TV. But of course, before I start my marathon I get some food. I microwave a bag of theater popcorn and start making my dinner. Once I’m finished with all that, I put them on some TV-trays and head back to the kitchen to get some more cake, but I pause. I keep promising myself I’ll start living healthy. I just got it and already half is gone. Tomorrow. I think to myself, and take a piece of cake. But something’s… off. I could have sworn I only ate half the cake. It looked like another piece had been taken. I should probably check the house to see if someone is here, but come on. What kind of professional criminal takes a slice of their victims' cake?

I shrug it off and take a big slice, then return to my living room TV. I start the marathon, but not even ten minutes in I’m distracted by a feeling. I have all my lights on, but I still want to be certain. I quickly get to my laptop and check my outside cameras. Everything seems okay, but what is that? I swear I saw a glimpse of white in the corner. What in the world?

Not wanting to get myself worked up, I settle on it being a cat or a bag or something. But just to be sure I look around the house. My bathroom light is on. I never keep it on. I must have forgotten to this morning before leaving. I don’t find anyone in the house and the outside looks fine from the windows, so I sit back down in the living room, lay a blanket over my lap, and start eating. I’m up until early morning watching, but the whole time I can’t help but think:

What was that white movement in my camera?

Uploaded: 20.Fri.Dec.2024

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Prologue - Housenapped: Tanner Grayton X OC [A Scrutinized Fanfiction]

I am a casual writer, meaning I don't upload consistently. Please don't get attached to any "series" I write (as it may only be one part released). Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 469

Brief Summary: Diane Jackson is a young woman who mostly keeps to herself. Despite living alone, she has her own routines, ones that start to change once break-ins start to plague her neighborhood. The only friend she confides in is her neighbor, Luna Youngman, who she also does night watch with.

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Kidnappings, murders, and trafficking. Recently, there’s been some suspicious activity going on in the neighborhood. Luna, my neighbor a few houses down, decided to start a neighborhood watch to which I joined. I don't do much anyway so why not help out a friend?

     Luna received and sent out a pair of B.O.L.O’s for everyone to review. The B.O.L.Os say there are two men to look out for; the ones responsible for the break-ins that have been going on lately. One man has been suspected to be a sex trafficker, and the other man is a wanted murderer. They like to welcome themselves inside, so we have to keep our outside house lights on. Even though I, of course, do those things already, I still like to make rounds around my house to be sure no one is outside.

I look out my windows, my house lights reflecting off the metal ADT sign stuck in my front lawn. Everything always looks fine, so when I don't see anything suspicious it's not like a weight is lifted off me. It's pretty late in the night and I've already done my nightly watch shift with my scheduled partner, as well as my work assignments, so I crack my back, log off my computer, and walk to the bathroom to do my night routine. Even if I rarely leave the house, it’s still important I take care of myself, especially my curls. So, after brushing my teeth, covering myself in cocoa butter, and putting some leave-in conditioner in my hair, I slide into my covers, put on my bonnet and rest my head on my pillow, letting my eyes fall shut. The only problem is, I can’t sleep. I’ve really been trying to sleep without background noise since the neighborhood crimes have started, but it’s been a difficult habit to break.

So I give in. I sit up and turn on the TV, deciding to watch a few episodes of my current show before beginning to fall asleep, cuddling my huge pillow. A "yana pillow" as they advertise it. It’s this big, thick, long pillow that completely wraps around the front and back of the body, like one big spoon-cuddle session. Don’t get me wrong: I'm a grown woman, and even though I don't need a boyfriend, I'm completely done with that, it feels nice to be held and gets lonely sometimes. I’ve practically been living in isolation ever since… Well, I don’t like to think about it. What I’m trying to say is it’s nice to have something wrapped around me when I watch TV. How long has it been since I’ve last been spooned? Like a love-sick schoolgirl, being passionately held is the last thing I think about when my mind drifts to sleep.