#Travel authorization

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[lyzsaphrodite]

༊*·˚ Home is Where the Heart is ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Dior Goodjohn x fem!reader

synopsis: You and Dior are long distanced and she decides to surprise you by coming to visit you for your birthday.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

a/n: this is not my best writing ever i just wanted to get this out while i work on the Summer fic

You and Dior have been in a long-distance relationship for about a year and a half now. You met on the set of Percy Jackson and instantly clicked; she ended up asking you out two months into filming. After season one wrapped, she went back home to LA, and you returned to your hometown. You haven't seen each other in person since filming wrapped six months ago, because you're still in school. You guys text multiple times a day and FaceTime at least once a day, but it's still hard for both of you. Especially for you since your love language is physical touch, and you just like to have physical connections with people. Your birthday was coming up, so Dior thought it would be an amazing idea if she came and surprised you. She planned it all out with your family; she would fly in on your actual birthday and stay for a month.

Today was finally your birthday. You woke up to look at your phone and found a bunch of birthday wishes from friends, family, and even fans. But none from the person that mattered most to you. You didn't think she would ever forget your birthday. Maybe she just wasn't awake yet, even though it was currently noon, which means it was 9 in LA, and she's always up before 9. But you just decided not to worry about it. You still had the whole day. You were really bummed that she wouldn't be able to come for your birthday, but you understand that she's busy with her music and everything. You got out of bed, took a shower, and got ready for the day. You and your best friend decided to go shopping for your birthday. You visited all your favorite stores, getting all of your birthday freebies. By the time you and your best friend headed home, it was around 4 o’clock, and you've yet to get a message from Dior, which made you visibly disappointed. Your best friend kept seeing you checking your messages every few minutes and finally decided to say something.

“I’m sure she didn't forget; you know her, she's always busy with something.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone but her has wished me a happy birthday though. Like even at the mall, those fans who came up to us to say happy birthday, I didn't even know them. And I thought she would be one of the first to say it.”

You finally arrived home and went straight upstairs to put your bags down and take off your shoes. You were home for around 30 minutes when you finally heard the doorbell ring.

“Y/N, someone's here for you,” your mom yelled. You had no clue who it could be; you weren't expecting anyone.

“Coming!” you yelled back to your mom. You hurried down the stairs to the front door, and standing there was Dior with her bags and a gift. She looks just as beautiful as she always does.

“Hey, baby,” she said, smiling.

You had absolutely no idea how to react; you were definitely not expecting this at all. You ran to her and jumped to hug her. As she held and hugged you, you started to tear up.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren't able to come.”

“I wanted to surprise you, sweet girl.”

“How long are you staying?”

“For a month.”

“Oh my gosh, no way!”

“Way!”

“OMG, and Mom, you knew about this?”

Your mom just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, and so did your best friend.”

“OMG!! I cannot believe this; I thought you forgot my birthday!”

“I could never forget your birthday, mamas.”

You and Dior share a passionate kiss, the weight of her surprise visit lifting a heavy burden off your shoulders. In that moment, all the worries and doubts melted away, replaced by the warmth of her presence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The month that followed was a whirlwind of joy and reconnection. Every day felt like a treasure, filled with laughter, adventures, and stolen moments of affection. Whether it was exploring your hometown together, cooking meals side by side, or simply cuddling on the couch watching movies, every second was cherished. On the day of her departure, you stood at the airport, hand in hand, hearts heavy with the weight of impending separation.

"I wish we lived closer," you managed to say, your voice breaking slightly as you fought back tears, the airport's din muffling your words.

Dior's eyes softened, mirroring the sorrow in your own as she squeezed your hand gently. "I know, darling. It's hard saying goodbye every time," she murmured, her voice tinged with empathy.

You leaned into her embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence amidst the impersonal hustle of the airport. "I hate it when you leave," you stated simply, your voice carrying a mix of longing and frustration, the airport's commotion providing a stark backdrop to your heartfelt confession.

Dior's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if trying to shield you from the pain of separation. "I feel it too, love. It never gets any easier," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in her shoulder, the weight of longing settling heavily in your chest. "I just wish we could be together more often," you confessed, your voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd.

Dior's fingers brushed through your hair soothingly, her touch a silent reassurance. "Me too, sweetheart. But no matter the distance, you'll always have my heart," she vowed, her words a promise of enduring love.

And as you stood together in the midst of the bustling airport terminal, surrounded by the chaos of departure, you found solace in the simple act of being together, knowing that no matter where life may take you, your love would always be a constant, guiding light in the darkness.

this is unusually short because I didn't know how to end it

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[coldemergency]

Harry: This is so weird

Tom: I assure you this is much weirder for me

Voldemort:

Voldemort: How the fuck did this happen?

Voldemort: and how did you get into my house-

Harry: It’s a long story

Tom: You really weren’t joking about the nose thing

Voldemort: I will kill the both of you

[thatsbelievable]

[stressed-and-not-well-dressed]

[michaeldrawrrett]

Found a little Goblin in the back garden

[acid-ixx]

note: expanding on this post (please read it before reading this!) that i reblogged from @koinotame since it became a bit too long teehee <3 can't you see i love devoted little characters ? yeah, i do (only a little bit). i wrote this in like??? 20-30 minutes. tysm nana for introducing me for such a good idea. i might end up writing something about it.

they're made just for you, they knew from the start. so please don't wonder why they do everything for you— it's engraved in their very soul to be perfect— at least, perfect in your eyes.

it's worrying to be on an extreme level of obsession, they know that, but old habits die hard— and they're not even letting it die, no, they're kindling that flame of infatuation; making sure that your favor of them (albeit you not having a say using their body as your vessel) wouldn't fade away. even before you were transported into Teyvat, possessing the blonde's body as if it were yours, they would always be doing things to your preference. and the other characters wouldn't even know, even if you have placed them in your teapot, would they never know the pleasure of even knowing your favorite type of tree, or what type of minerals or ores you favor in mining, or your favorite dish that you just love to cook in-game.

and to have your thoughts directly blending in within the crevices of their mind? archons, they wouldn't ask for any better. your emotions are theirs to share, so whenever you feel repulsed by something, they eliminate whatever triggers an unpleasant reaction from you. you like the scent of a specific flower? whilst you're not possessing them, they would be busy collecting the blossoms in every corner of Teyvat. do you prefer a certain weapon type, with a specific color scheme, plush handles and lightweight/heavy material? you're in luck because the finest blacksmiths in store already have something skillfully crafted for you. sick and tired of rude npc's? let's just hope the system wouldn't glitch out once someone is permanently wiped from the world. they're yours to utilize, so whilst you're out, they're busy training their body to the extremes and only letting you (with your permission of course) come back once they've fully rested their vessel body.

it's scary thinking about it - for others, not them - just how much they molded themselves for your taste only. even the way you would talk seeps into their daily speech, making it slightly difficult for others to differentiate you two. ah, but that doesn't make you any less recognizable, though, since you're in every bit divine and they're merely there for your own pleasure. they're glad that they were your very first in everything related to Teyvat, that they have the power (and they're willing to grow stronger for you in every path they take) to protect you since, well, you technically share the same body. at the same time it's anxiety inducing, because throughout the course of their travels did they gain plenty of enemies— but don't worry, you wouldn't have to worry about the stench of blood, since that's the only time they'll take over the body without permission; just to protect you.

[vyriadurav]

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For all his life, Sol has believed he's only worthy of affection as long as he's useful--and he intends to prove his ultimate use by restoring a colony on Venus as a new home for his friends and lovers. But upon arriving, he realizes there's more here than he bargained for. For one, the resident artificial intelligence wants to make friends with him. For another, the nanites want to completely change his body... and in the process reveal her true self. Stuck (or perhaps blessed?) with a new form, she must find out what it means to live, to be loved for who she is rather than her work.

Catnip is a space exploration novel about a trans woman's journey to find herself and what it means to be loved for who she is, with the help of her polycule and a lesbian AI.

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[trashyon]

pov: you're the ipc goon who grabbed onto stelle

HI I AM BACK to again promote Cadence of Time because it is just that amazing *sobs*

i have so many jingstelle feels after the latest chapter and theyre just so 🤌🤌🤌

ANYWAY PLS GIVE THE FIC AND AUTHOR LOTS OF LOVE

[hathaway-hayes]

087

The peach tree in Mama’s backyard Beckoned me home, Abode atop a mountain I’ve never owned, Soil, beneath feet, I’ve barely known.

And it’s within this grand scheme of Her name, “Zhang,” A name, adopting me and etched upon a time, Temples built “then” to bridge tomorrow’s trace,

That I first taste - To belong. To be. To become. To shed the shadow of the nameless. I no longer fear the end. I await it.

- Hathaway Hayes (2024)

[veronicavervet]

A poem i wrote whilst i was travelling home 🪷🌵🌴

[doumadono]

ANNOUNCEMENT

As some of my lovely mutuals are probably aware, I'll be jet-setting off to Japan on the 1st of March for a cool 2 months or so. Since then, I've been creating this informative post, which will be added to my pinned post to update you on what will happen.

in the next two weeks (until the end of February), I'll be posting: Pro Hero Dabi Headcanons - part 2 chapter VI of the Kvitravn story first chapter of the inmate Bakugo series (including smut) a smut piece with Sanemi a smut piece with Muzan a smut piece with Bakugo

please note that the upcoming Sinful Sunday by the end of February will be the last one before my Japan trip. Sinful Sunday will resume on April 27th, and I'll remind you about it in a post

emergency requests will be closed from March 1st to April 27th

I'm opening regular requests today. Feel free to suggest topics for me to write during my trip. I plan to post one to two short one-shots per week, choosing from the suggestions in my askbox. Normal requests will be closed on March 1st, and please understand that I won't reply to all asks. I'll be sharing the fics based on your requests from March 1st to April 25th, so please be patient with me. If your request contains smut and isn't answered in that period, I'll transform it into a Sinful Sunday piece & it'll be posted by the end of April

I'll be sharing pictures from my Japan trip with short descriptions, turning my blog into a kind of diary. All of the posts will be tagged with #japan trip 2024 🍙 - feel free to block the tag if you don't want to see too many posts 😊

if you're familiar with any great places to visit in Japan, please share them in the comments here or send me a message. Thank you in advance ♡

[deancaspinefest]

Something Happening Somewhen

Author: allthismusic | Artist: eggchef

Posting on Wednesday March 27

Dean is 24 years old, and a quiet night at a California dive bar turns into a near death experience turns into a trip through time thanks to the stranger he meets in the bar. When he lands in the bunker twenty years into his future, he finds out who the stranger is — and what his relationship is to Dean’s own older self. Dean’s not sure what he thinks about this at first, but when Cas takes him back to his own time (accompanied by the older Dean, who is determined to make sure that nothing they do in the past screws up their lives in the future), he gets to know the angel, and he gets a glimpse at a future he never would’ve dreamed that he might be able to have.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

In the cool evening air, Dean looks around. He’d left the Impala back parked at the dingy motel where he’d rented a room, but he’s not quite ready to call it a night. He opens his remaining beer and looks down the street to see if there’s another bar nearby that might be worth checking out, but before he can make a decision he hears the door to the bar he has just left open behind him. And he knows, he just /knows/, that it isn’t some other random patron headed home.

“What the hell is this, huh?” Dean asks, “Something about ‘not interested’ you’re not getting?”

And then the guy says his name.

“Dean,” the man begins, and Dean gets it.

“Oh, lemme guess, my dad tell you to check up on me?” Dean asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just begins to walk, knowing the man will follow. He’s a hunter, obviously. Explains the build, and the suit that is only meant to pass muster at a brief glance, like the fake police badge or FBI creds the guy probably carries. Dean should’ve clocked him from the start.

And for some reason John had thought that Dean needed checking up on. That he couldn’t be trusted to go it alone, nevermind the fact that he had finished the hunt his dad had sent him on two whole days ago and had yet to receive any new case coordinates from John.

To Dean’s surprise, he hears a laugh behind him. He stops, and now he does turn to face the guy again.

“No,” the man says. “I’ve lost count of how often I’ve been told I’m bad at following orders, but even if that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t follow your father’s.”

“Oh yeah? Then how do you know my name?” Dean demands.

“You left your wallet on the bar,” the man replies, holding it up. It’s definitely Dean’s: worn black leather, secondhand from his dad, containing a meager number of bills and at least three fake IDs tucked behind a real one— well, real first name, although it gives his surname as Campbell, just in case.

“Oh,” Dean says, wondering for the second time that night if he has misjudged this guy’s intentions. Maybe he’s just a normal businessman trying to do a good deed for the day and return a lost wallet, despite the wallet’s owner being an absolute weird freak toward him. “Thanks.”

The man offers the wallet out to him, almost gently, like he’s proffering a bit of food to a scared, stray dog, and Dean steps forward to take it. “It’s your birthday,” he says, and before Dean can ask, the man explains, “I saw it on your ID. On one of them, anyway.” Dean nods. “Happy birthday,” the guy says. “I should’ve bought you a beer.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 27)

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

I’m late! I’m sorry! Life happened. Next update will happen as if this wasn’t late, so it’ll be on the 15th. 😊

Part 1 | . . . | Part 63 | Part 64 | Part 65

Days pass. El gets stronger. Everyone gathers, once again, for one last mission.

“Anyone wants out,” Steve says seriously, “you have it. This isn’t like last time. We’re not fighting bats. These are grown men who are smart, mean, and will not hesitate to kill you.”

“Papa is a bad man,” El adds. “He has bad men helping him. I don’t want them to hurt anyone else.”

“Kid,” Hopper starts, looking at Steve, “I think this is a job for the government-”

“The government knows,” Steve returns, turning back to everyone else, focusing on Nancy. “If we have to retreat, Nancy, I want you to get everything you can on them. I’d rather not call him unless we absolutely have to, but there’s a man who can help. You’re a great journalist and i know you can get this place torn to the ground if need be.”

“Meaning, if we can’t,” Eddie adds, and Steve nods at him.

Nancy looks between them. “Oh,” she says, brows furrowed. Suddenly she looks at Steve, eyes narrowed. “Him? Really?”

Steve frowns, confused. “What- Nance, what’re you-”

“Don’t Nance me,” she bites back, eyes sharp. “Not when you dumped me for-”

“And that’s enough,” Alli cuts in, tone sharp and eyes sharper. “You’ve officially overstayed your welcome, Miss Priss, I’ll consider letting you back in if you apologize.”

“Oh, stop it,” Nancy begins, but is stopped by Robin, who stands in front of her with her arms crossed.

“Out.” She says, low. Dangerous. “I’ve been through this shit twice. You don’t want to know what I’m capable of.”

Nancy looks at the two of them, looks from Wayne to Hopper to Joyce, then storms out when no one seems sympathetic. Jonathan follows her.

Steve sinks into his seat with an exhale. “I didn’t think- I mean, I knew she didn’t know, but I didn’t think it would- she would-”

El clambers onto the couch next to him. “Do you want me to help?”

He slowly turns to her, brows furrowing again. “Help?”

“Yeah. I can make her trip on the sidewalk. Or make a bird poop on her.”

“Do that one,” Mike says, “it would be funny.”

Steve pulls El into a hug with a sigh. “Thanks, Ellie, but that’s alright. It’s not nice to get back at people who are reacting out of anger.”

“Why’s she angry at you? You didn’t do anything.”

Steve sighs. “I kind of did-”

Robin raises a brow at him. “You broke up with her about a week before she would’ve, Steve, this is not on you. You told me about the conversation behind the school. If she couldn’t say it then, she couldn’t say it now. Simple as that.”

Steve sighs and tilts his head so his cheek is resting on top of El’s head. “I dunno, Robbie.”

“Well I know,” Allison says. “And you can tell me I’m wrong, but that would just make you wrong.”

Steve smiles. It’s a slow, small thing, but it’s there. “Sounds like a waste of time.”

“It would be,” she agrees, moving to press a kiss to his forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees Dustin frowning, looking from Steve, to Wayne, to Eddie. Finally, the lightbulb comes on. “Your boy!”

Steve groans, leaning his head back on the couch. “I knew it wasn’t gonna last forever, but could we not have one day alone?” He laments.

“No, just- dude,” Dustin says, looking highly judgmental. “He’s way too cool for you.”

Steve sighs, fighting a smile. “Never change, Henderson.”

“Lies,” Eddie says dramatically, “lies and slander, I played guitar and he killed an evil wizard, kid, he’s the most badass of all paladins, are you kidding me?”

“Well,” Dustin gestures at Steve, “sure, but look at him!”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and grins. “I do.”

Dustin’s lip curls up. “Never mind. You two deserve each other.”

Steve and Eddie exchange a look. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, but Dustin’s already turned to talk to Mike, Will and Lucas.

Wayne clears his throat. “Someone should go talk to her,” he says. “I’d do it, but I dunno if she’d listen t’me, on account of Eddie bein’ my kid and all.”

“I’ll go,” Joyce offers, already standing.

“Can you maybe threaten her a little bit?” Robin asks hopefully. “If she tells anyone-”

“I’ll talk to her,” Joyce says firmly. “And if she decides not to listen… well, El’s her own person, and no one can really stop her.” She winks at El, who giggles and grins back.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Steve says quietly. “Be nice to her, please. She’s just fifteen.”

“So are you,” Joyce reminds him, and closes the door behind her.

“So,” Will says, brows furrowed, “you and Nancy were dating? And then you broke up with her, because the first time around, she broke up with you?”

Steve chuckles. “Not exactly. We- the first time around, you and Barb were both missing, and she was pretty frantic about Barb. I tried to convince her to keep going with her life, mainly because that’s how I cope. The problem is, that’s not how she copes. We had a fight, and I tried to talk to her the next day and she couldn’t tell me she loved me. She never broke up with me, but later that week she cheated on me with Jo- uh, with- with a friend.”

Will sighs. “It was Jonathan, wasn’t it?”

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