#it is a LOT easier to do a day trip to meet in the middle and that way everyone can also do other things and not be on the road all day

[bellasdragons]

*flops back and forth on floor*

I wanna work on accents and other art stuff but don't have my tablet until tomorrowwwwww

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*tilts head slightly to look at you*

anyone have any suggestions about what to draw when I'm able to do so?

like, what sort of accents would y'all be interested in? gonna attempt a rockbreaker entry if I can come up with a good idea (read: that I can draw and make look nice) but otherwise open to ideas.

also considering opening sketchy headshot comms bc I wanna draw dragons but not MY dragons y'know?

[farmerstarter]

maybe some general seb relationship headcanons if you dont mind? especially prior to it or crushing/early dating. how would he react to the confession? would his friends tease him? etc.

im a little picky w sdv hc blog interpretations and i love yours! theyre so sweet. if this is a lot feel free to just do as much as you'd like 💟

ʚ👾ɞ ˚ · . Crushing

tags: sebastian from sdv x gn! reader

OMG Anon! I am so sorry this is sooooo late. I just finished my 2nd year of college and it was so hectic. But now I have WAY more time to write. Writing this was so fun! if you have any fic requests then feel free to send me an ask! <3 purple divider by @saradika-graphics <3

𐙚⭑ Sebastian couldn’t deny that he, like everyone else in the valley, was curious about the new farmer moving into the overgrown expanse of land to the west of town. He was a bit down on the idea of not having his usual smoking place anymore, but the intrigue easily overpowered it. He was one of the last people to meet you. Sam and Abigail couldn’t stop talking about you. Which was reasonable, nothing ever happens in the valley. The more Sebastian knew about you, the more confused he got. Why move out in the middle of nowhere? Why leave the city for a pile of dirt and a mosquito-infested house? It was weird. For him, at least.

𐙚⭑ You two finally met at night. Sebastian was smoking by the waterfall, and you ambled your way out of the cave with a bag full of copper and coal. The mountains were wisped with fog, cold with dew. Sebastian was sure he was the only living soul out in the open. Much to his surprise, and at the expense of his dignity, he let out the loudest scream he could muster when you decided it was a good idea to sneak up on him to say hello while you were covered in soot and mud. While he was calming himself down and you were washing your face in the lake, you promised not to tell Sam or Abigail about the encounter. Sebastian was very grateful for that. The two of you spent the next hour talking.

𐙚⭑ The next time you met him was when you were discussing building plans with Robin in her house. Robin was just explaining that you needed more wood for your planned chicken coop, and Sebastian just so happened to come out to return his pile of plates to the kitchen. Robin waved him over to introduce him to you. His eyes met yours, and you immediately introduced yourself properly. You gave him a discreet wink when Robin’s back was turned. You deduced that Robin wouldn’t have been too happy to know her son was out at the late hours of the night, smoking his third cigarette in one sitting. Seeing this as an opportunity for her son to get some sunlight, Robin asked Sebastian to accompany you while you got more wood. He didn’t have anything to do; he had finished his module for the week, and he was curious about what his friends were telling him about you. So, he agreed to do it.

𐙚⭑ The two of you decided that Cindersnap Forest would be a good place to chop down some trees. You led the way while Sebastian followed suit, dragging along a wheelbarrow that Robin gave you to make the trip back to the mountains easier. Sebastian spent the day sitting on the makeshift bridge over the river and watching you cut down too many trees for him to count. There were times when you offered to teach him how to wield an axe. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, so he just shook his head and decided to arrange the logs of wood in the wheelbarrow instead. It was 2 pm when you finally had enough wood for the coop, but neither of you wanted to go back just yet, mostly because it was too hot to walk back, and Sebastian didn’t want to burn off his skin.

𐙚⭑ You and Sebastian went to look at whatever the traveling cart was selling. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the dark-haired man’s eyes widened when he found out the merchant was selling an egg for 500 gold.

𐙚⭑ It would be so cute if you and Sebastian stumbled into the secret woods and that became your little hideaway to hang out when life got demanding for both of you.

𐙚⭑ You definitely fell for him first, but Sebastian fell in love harder. It all started when you invited him, Sam, and Abigail over to eat the many fish dishes you cooked when you finally had a kitchen in your abode. You specifically made sashimi for him since you remembered he mentioned it was his favorite. He was touched. You took the effort to even remember what he said, and that made his heart stutter. (“It tastes just like the ones Linus makes.”) ((Side note: it would be so cute if Sebastian and Linus became friends because Linus would make sashimi for both of them to eat at night by his tent, but I digress.))

𐙚⭑ Your friendship with Sebastian continued to bloom when you found a frog egg in the cave. You immediately ran to Sebastian to show it off. The two of you became parents to a very hungry frog named Blimp.

𐙚⭑ You and Sebastian rode his motorcycle at night when the two of you had nothing to do. He didn’t have an extra helmet yet, so he insisted you wear his helmet instead of him. He wanted you safe.

𐙚⭑ I am a firm believer that Sebastian is the type of person to become loud and talkative when he’s around people he is truly comfortable with. So, the moment you two became friends, Sebastian would invite you to hang out with him and Sam in his room to play Solarian Chronicles. He becomes more animated the longer you play, laughing at Sam’s crappy rolls and your insistence that every small enemy is the true boss in disguise. To both Robin and Demetrius’ surprise, Sebastian spends more time outside compared to the past. The two of you either hang out in the Secret Woods or play the arcade games in the saloon. PICNICS! IN THE SECRET WOODS!!

𐙚⭑ You confessed first, and Sebastian became red in the face in an instant. He couldn’t stop smiling, though. Sam doesn’t let him hear the end of it.

𐙚⭑ On clear nights, you and Sebastian climb up to the roof of his house to stargaze. He loves pointing out constellations to you, showing off what Maru taught him. If he asked nicely enough, his half-sister would let the two of you borrow her telescope.

[mncxbe]

i'm such a sucker for the one bed trope I blushed so hard😳 hope u like it nonnie♡

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oh no... there's only one bed♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ fluff // tw? rougher sex in aku's part also briefly proofread

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

Due to Ada's limited budget the two of you had to share a room during a mission in another town. When you opened the door and see the king size bed in the middle of the room your heart sunk.

"My, my guess we have to share a bed bella" he commented, playfully nudging your arm and you can barely contain a desperate sigh.

Dazai knew you had a crush on him and was dead set on making you confess your feelings first. After all, his pride didn't allow him to just cave in.

That's how you ended up like that: his fingers knuckle deep inside you and your face buried in the crook of his neck. Your little pants and muffled moans bounced off the thin walls of the room as he slowly worked you open, the tips of his index and middle finger brushing against your sweet spot with each skillful curl.

"Keep it down, bella. I believe president Fukuzawa and Ranpo are in the room next to us. You wouldn't want them to hear how needy you are, right?" he teased, pressing his thumb against your neglected clit and you had to bite down on his shirt to drown your lewd moans.

The feeling was intoxicating; the exhaustion brought on by your mission that day paired with the glass of wine you had for dinner made your brain fuzzy. You limbs felt heavy as if you were melting into him and the way he curled his fingers into you was just delicious.

When you finally took a deep breath in his musky scent reached your nose, making your mushy walls flutter around his fingers as you let out a helpless whimper.

"So, wanna admit you like me now? I'll let you cum if you do" he pressed, hot breath dripping all over your cheeks and you nodded.

"Yea, I like you a lot please don't stop now"

"I knew it 'donna. No woman can resist my charm"

His comment only aggravated you further; yes, you did like him, but that attitude of his was starting to get on your nerves. Hooking a fingers under the wristband of his slacks you dipped your hand lower and ran your fingertips along his throbbing erection, making him shudder.

A satisfied hum rolled past your lips upon witnessing his reaction and you started trailing wet, open mouth kisses along the expanse of his neck "Seems like you can't resist me either, Dazai"

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

Chuuya glanced at the clock on the nightstand; its thin, fluorescent hands angled slightly to the right. 2.10 a.m and he was still as restless as he was four hours ago when he went to bed with you.

The events that took place that day kept bugging him, replaying on and on in his mind like scenes from an old picture movie. After a most bothersome trip to the hotel the two of you made it to the event on time- some meeting he was supposed to attend in the name of the Port Mafia; with you as his plus one.

Making it through dinner would've been easier if you hadn't been there to distract him from every conversation he tried to engage in. You, all dolled up in your prettiest dress with that picture perfect smile that made his heart swell.

Even now as you laid in bed next to him, tucked snugly under the covers, Chuuya couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that took over him. Despite the late hour he was alert, your mere presence acting like a shot of espresso. He tried his best not to touch you in any way but you seemed to instinctively drift closer to him in your sleep.

Your warm, cherry wine breath fanned over his cheeks; your bodies so close he could make out the tiny little pieces of mascara that dusted your cheekbones. He gently swiped his thumb along your cheek tracing the outline of your face and you hummed softly. His breath stuck in his throat when you leaned into his touch, leaving him paralysed.

As if sensing the shift in his attitude you slowly woke up, peering at him through half-lidded eyes. "Chuu what time is it?" you mumbled in a low, sleepy voice that snapped him out of his trance.

"Around 2 a.m. You can go back to sleep" he said plainly, hastly removing his hand from your cheek; his fingertips aching at the loss of your touch.

You yawned, shifting impossibly closer to him "Why're you still up? Had a bad dream?". Chuuya only hummed in response, trying to ignore the growing tension in his muscles.

"Yea, something like that, but don't worry your pretty head about it". Mumbling a sleepy mkay you closed your eyes again as your fingers found his under the duvet. At first he tried to shake you off but you seemed drawn to him by some sort of magnetism, your fingertips sliding up his arm to the edge of his tshirt then back down, raising goosebumps in their way, your bare leg making its way between his.

Even in your half asleep state you were seeking out his closeness, his warmth and he couldn't deny you. Chuuya wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. A satisfied hum left your throat and he felt his body slowly relaxing. The effect you had on him never ceased to amaze him, one moment you were making his blood rush the other you acted like a sedative, a sweet narcotic numbing his mind, soothing his soul.

Chuuya knew he wouldn't be able to keep his feelings hidden for too long. Not anymore. But the way you so eagerly leaned into his touch as you whispered a sweet goodnight Chuu made him realize that maybe he didn't have to; because in the end you liked him too.

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

Akutagawa has had enough of your sly, teasing attitude. You taunted him all evening with suggestive looks, swaying your hips as you sauntered around the room in your pretty little shorts and tank top, deliberately pressing yourself against him when the two of you eventually went to bed.

"'m sorry Akutagawa it's just really cold in here" you justified but he knew what you were trying to do.

You were both aware of each other's feelings and for a while you waited for him to make the first move. But of course, the waiting was in vain, so you decided to... persuade him a little.

What you didn't expect was for him to suddenly push your face down into the cushy sheets and climb on top of you, his chest almost entirely pressed against your arched back as he pinned you down.

"This 's what you want, hm?" he scoffed, pulling your flimsy underwear to the side to reveal your soaked cunt. "Shit, you're dripping. You really are shameless aren't ya?" His fingers slid briefly along your slick folds before dipping inside you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and instinctively circled your hips, trying to gain some sort of friction "Ryuu fhuk~" you babbled out, biting down on your finger but he wouldn't have it.

A harsh slap landed on your ass and you cried out a choked moan. "What a slut you are..." he spat, hot breath dripping onto your neck and cheeks. Coating his tip with your slick, he hastly lined himself up to your entrance before slamming inside you.

The stretch was borderline painful; Akutagawa left you little to no time to adjust to his length and immediately began thrusting inside you at a brutal pace. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the cramped room, the air growing hotter with each passing minute.

Akutagawa was on cloud nine, completely lost in the feeling of your pretty little cunt sucking him in. "Shit sweetheart you're so tight". Hooking a arm under your hip he flipped you over in one swift motion, his hands coming to rest on each side of your head as he panted heavily.

For a moment you held his cold gaze, watching it slowly melt into something sweet, a mixture of need and adoration. Little drops of sweat began to trickly down his charcoal strands and drip onto your chest as he resumed his punishing rhythm.

Your eyes rolled further back in your skull with each of his thrusts, the tip of his cock effortlessly kissing your sweet spot- and you smiled lewdly, a fucked out grin that almost made him cum on the spot.

"Ya know pretty girl I didn't know you were such a dumb slut when I fell for ya" he chuckled, his thrusts growing sloppier "It doesn't change a thing though I love you and this little cunt of yours". He pressed down on your clit lightly, causing your back to arch.

"There you go sweetie just cum need you gushing all over me" he panted, lowering his forehead against yours. Through batting lashes you could see the way he nipped at his bottom lip with each little moan and sigh, how his nose scrunched as the vicious coil in his loins snapped and he spurted his cum deep inside you.

With a choked whine you came too, velvety walls clamping down around him, milking him dry. His arms finally gave in and he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily.

It took you a while to fully process what just happened; the man you've had a crush on for years just gave you the best orgasm of your life. "So... I guess this means you like me, right?" you asked in a weak voice, earning a chuckle from him. Akutagawa's fingers laced with your damp hair, pulling you closer to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You bet I do"

[puddingyun]

doll . ݁₊ ⊹ c.sn

sannie x reader

18+ mdni

: 1k words, smut, petnames, blowjob, deepthroating, cum swallowing :

day 1 of fff24 ♡

San liked to call you his doll for a lot of reasons. You were pretty as a doll, with your sweet smiles and cheeks that fit perfectly in his palms. You loved to dress up, putting on little fashion shows for him in department store fitting rooms or in his bedroom after a shopping spree. You were his sweet doll that accompanied him everywhere he went, from shows to important meetings and business dinners to midnight trips to diners outside of town, slotting against his side just like the perfect doll would fit in someone's hand.

Another reason he liked to call you his doll was one that he kept to himself, because the thought of anybody else knowing made an embarrassing jealousy stir in his stomach. The reason was because of the way you looked right now, kneeling in front of him with the head of his dick between your lips. They were already glistening with his precum, as were your cheeks from where he'd tapped his dick against them, and your doe eyes were just as shiny as you stared up at him through your lashes. All he had to do was tap his finger against the tip of your nose and you swirled your tongue around him, lapping up everything he gave you like the good, pliant, obedient doll you were.

It was the middle of a dinner party, the kind where only his most important friends and their plus-ones were invited, and here you were sucking him off in the bathroom while the chatter continued down the hall in the dining room. You'd been staring at him all night, leaning your head on your palm and blinking slowly at him like a loving cat. When everybody's attention had been somewhere else you'd slid a hand up his thigh and squeezed as you leaned your head against his shoulder, asking silently for something too dirty to say out loud. 

You hadn't wasted any time once you were in the bathroom, kissing up his thighs and digging your pretty manicured nails into his ass. 

"Love you, Sannie," you whispered, a nickname you reserved only for when you were particularly enamoured with him. "You look so handsome in your suit."

"Yeah?" he asked, pretending not to be affected by the compliment as you began stroking his length, licking your hand with your tongue to make the slide easier. He groaned when you finally put his mouth on him, licking along the underside of his cock until you reached the tip, where you began to suck in earnest. "Is that why you've been looking at me like that? 'Cause I made you wet?"

You hummed in affirmation around him, his head falling back to rest against the wall. 

"Fuck, baby, I'm glad," he moaned. 

To the tune of the conversation you were missing you began bobbing your head, taking more of him until you were drooling around his dick in your mouth. The messy, slurping, wet sounds coming from your warm mouth were enough to make San cuss under his breath, his hips moving to meet your movements until you were gagging quietly. San placed a hand on the side of your head and rubbed a fond thumb against your temple.

"Just like that, doll," he moaned, biting his lip to stop himself from getting too loud. He glanced down at you, feeling his dick throb in your hand as you stroked the parts you couldn't reach. Your lashes were wet from how you were gagging, and while normally San would love to see your mascara run he didn't want you feeling embarrassed in front of everyone else. As steadily as he could, he reached down with both hands and swiped his thumbs beneath your eyes. "Careful, sweet thing. Don't force yourself."

At the sound of his words you paused, pulling off of his dick and gasping for breath. A string of saliva stretched from the tip of his dick to your bottom lip, making San shudder. He was going to fuck you senseless later. 

"We don't have a lot of time, baby, everyone's waiting for- fuck!"

San's words were cut off by a loud moan as you began to take him into your mouth again, further and further until your nose was pressed against his lower stomach. He stuffed his knuckles into his mouth to stifle another moan as you choked on his dick, your hot, wet throat constricting around him. 

"God, baby, when did you learn to do that?" he groaned into his hand, struggling not to buck into your throat. You looked up at him, teary-eyed and adorable, and moaned softly around him. San's eyes widened. "Want me to fuck your throat?"

Another moan vibrated around his dick, stuffed all the way down into your throat. Without wasting a second, San's hips snapped forward. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

"So. Fucking. Good," San grunted with each thrust of his hips. 

You sounded so lewd beneath him, choking and gagging on his dick as you took him all the way, that there was no way he was going to last long. Unfortunately, it was probably for the best. San looked down at you and noticed a mascara-stained tear running down your left cheek. Even with your makeup running you still bobbed your head up and down, letting San use your mouth to his content. 

"Fuck," he groaned, spilling into your mouth without anymore warning. Even without any pressure on your head, you stayed down as San rode out his orgasm, every twitch of your throat overstimulating San until he was done. Pulling out of your mouth, a glob of cum dripped onto your bottom lip, staying there like a drop of lip gloss. On the floor, you sniffled softly and then grinned at San, before showing off your empty mouth.

"Tastes good," you said hoarsely. Even though your voice was wrecked, you giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss against San's abdomen. San sighed, eyes falling shut.

"You're gonna be the death of me, doll."

[live-laugh-lenney]

Here for something with Mr Lenney pls🙏🏼

Spent the evening binging his react to Love Island vids and now just wanna be sat in the sun on holiday with him. Maybe a group holiday with other YouTube lads and they’re all single so it’s reader on a lads holiday essentially but Will does little things like making her breakfast, taking her on little dates away from the lads (particularly if their all hungover from partying the night before), napping together before getting ready for dinner (also together). Idk that’s all just suggestions, I just want Will on holiday, by the ocean and in the sun so I can fulfill my willne and moana dreams at once so do anything you like with that!! ☀️🌺🥥

ohhh, that's so cuteeee! this is definitely someting we can talk more on! the scenario of the boys being on holiday, in any of the stories, has me weak.

she considers herself 'one of the lads'.

the lads consider her as 'one of the lads'.

whenever they hang out, they always made sure to invite her so she didn't feel left out and they always made her feel welcomed into the group by including her in conversations, letting her partake in any of their silly drinking games that they played, and they let their softer side to come out when teasing her - no horrid nicknames that made her feel small or belittled, no taking the piss out of her when she did something or said something that they found funny, no singling her out for their own humour and for the benefit of their out laughter. she was like a little sister to them; and she always felt comfortable and safe around them.

so, of course she was going to be invited to their annual trip abroad.

much to her excitement... and much to will's liking.

four months is how long they'd been secretly 'seeing' each other.

they weren't scared of what their friends would say about them being a couple... if anything, they'd be over the moon knowing that their two friends were finding happiness with each other. they just enjoyed the secrecy of no one having a clue that they were spending time together, alone, on the days that they'd not all hang out together.

sending silly and flirtatious texts every so often when they missed the other, staying over at each other's flats most nights of the week and spending their days off together, going on secret dates in the parts of london they knew they'd never get seen, and keeping calm and very collected when they were out together to not give anything away.

wedged between calfreezy and chip on the flight to croatia, because cal had insisted he had the aisle seat so he could stretch out his legs and chip hadn't been willing to sit anywhere but in the window seat... as much as she wished she was sat beside will, who was in the row of seats to her right and squeezed in between harry and chris, she was happy to have had some peace and quiet and some time away from the geordie accent she'd been listening to for the last twenty-four hours. having stayed at his place the night before they were due to fly from heathrow airport, the two of them insisting it was easier to get picked up from the same place and go together opposed to her being a solo traveler to meet the rest of them at the airport since she lived the furthest away... although, that's what they told the boys... which they were surprised they'd understood as a valid reason.

reev and callux, and theo baker in the middle of them, were sat in the row behind her and she could hear them either talking to a camera as they vlogged their trip away or informing their instagram followers on how they'd pulled the short straw in sitting next to theo for the next few hours. much to her amusement.

once they landed, heading straight to the villa that they'd rented for the next ten days, the lot of them were eager to get settled in before heading out to find a supermarket for their necessities and to scope out the local bars and restaurants that they were going to spend their nights in. all yn wanted was a shower, and her cleansing products, as the plane air felt sticky and gross on her skin.

with their rooms dibsed by the time they walked through the front door, their suitcases and bags thrown on the beds to claim them as their own, it didn't take long for the boys to ready themselves with a spray of their deodorant and a spritz of aftershave and a splash of water to their faces to clear the sweat building from the humidity.

much to yn's appreciation, who wanted the shower first.

she stood in her room once she was feeling fresh, having stood under the shower head from a couple of minutes so she felt cooler and a lot more cleaner, air drying as she rummaged through her suitcase for a more suitable outfit for taking a walk in the twenty-degree heat.

"just give us a text when you're ready. we'll go find a good lunch spot. i think we're all starving," calfreezy's voice echoed around the empty villa and yn couldn't help but pinch her brows together in confusion as to who he was speaking to, "no going to sleep for six hours. the jetlag is nothing."

"you have my word."

it was will's voice that echoed back and there was a tingle in her belly that made her feel weak at the knees. and when the door closed, the voices of the guys trailing off in the distance as they made their way down the main road outside their villa, it wasn't long before she heard his footsteps rushing up the stairs. his shoes scuffing the cool and tiled floor which lined every room in the house.

"what do you reckon? an hour to ourselves before they get suspicious of us?" will questions as he steps foot around the door to her room and sees her standing in her towel, "was hoping to hop in with you, save water and all that."

"you snooze, you lose," yn grins cheekily at him and he rolls his eyes in a dramatised fashion, "i was fine meeting you guys in the town, you know? it's not that far of a walk for me to do by myself in daylight."

"i know but i wanted to keep you company here," he perches himself down on the edge of her bed and watches as she pulls out different articles of clothing to see if they went together, "fancy going out for dinner one night this week? me and you?"

"won't the guys get a bit suspicious if we go off together?"

"i don't really care," he admits and she glances at him, "what?"

"nothing, i just," she sighs softly and sets a pair of denim shorts and a cropped white t-shirt on her bed, pairing it with an oversized shirt that was decorated with stripes that she was going to wear over the top and knot at the front, "i like the sneaking around. the enjoyment and the excitement of almost being caught. all that goes out of the window when they know."

"but we could kiss and hold hands in public," he reminds her and she drops the towel to her feet, her underwear already clinging to her skin having done that when she got out the shower, "we could be a proper couple."

"are we not now?"

"of course we are," he laughs softly, "but i get to show you off. i get to bat away the boys who stare at you and not sit back and get jealous because we have to pretend not to have any feelings whatsoever. i get to brag about you."

the room is filled with silence as she slips her clothes on and finishes off getting ready, pairing her outfit with a pair of nike socks and her comfortable white trainers, but she can't ignore the eyes that watch her from her bed.

"the last night," she suggests, "we'll find a place, we'll dine, we'll wine and we'll come clean to the boys."

"yeah?"

"yeah," she nods and he grins widely, standing to his feet and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "if they find out before then they find out before but... yeah, the last night of our holiday should go out with a bang."

"a bang i can get behind," he smirks and she smacks his arm playfully with the palm of her hand, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry." xx

[avocadofics]

Bakugou x American!reader

Soulmate au fist words said on you writs.

CW: Bakugou swearing

You had had it translated.

You know how to say the words. But damn you soulmate spoke Japanese to you as their first words to you. It translated to someone like

“Damn fucking idiot ”

Wich did not add any confidence in your soulmate and your guys first meeting.

The first words spoken to you would be in another language you barley understand. While you had no clue if they spoke any English at all. It’s annoyed you why did this have to be so complicated. Most of you friends at least had easier time finding their soulmates or at least having a better chance.

You stood watching the freshman panicking as they try to get there bag from bag return and watch the chaperoning teacher pluck a bag up and hand it over to one. I ran a hand over your face with a sigh as you felt a headache coming on after your longs flight. You were ready for a long nice sleep. Although it was only about 5 pm wich meant travel to the beds.

Your school was here on a “hero” based trip. So you guys got to go to big named hero schools here in Japan. Some of the other students were aiming to be hero’s but you mostly planned to go into support. Not the engineering side of it no being “they guy in the chair” basically. Kept you out of the field but still doing good.

You’ve met serval American heroes and their support crew. People would be surprised by how much paper work heroes have and that after their crew did most of it. While it is a lot of paper work it’s also keeping a Birds Eye on the field and making sure information is kept straight while hero’s are in the middle of battle. So many people have been brought to justice just because the hero’s team was listening in the background.

So there you were standing in a dorm room the you surprising got to yourself. You flop onto the bed set an alarm so you don’t have anyone barging in to get you to the next activity and take a short nap.

You wake up to you alarm annoyed you weren’t aloud more sleep but it’s fine. You freshen up and go to the common room of the guest dorm building.

Mouse-bear-cat thing was sitting in the shoulder of a tired looking man with black hair and a grey scarf.

The creature spoke up “ hello students. Nice to have you here in Campus for the next two weeks. You will be split up into smaller groups and you will spend your time with the he equivalent students from our chorses”

You were plopped with the support corse students. It was honestly super nice. While you weren’t focused on support items your group did spend several days working on items.

Today was one of those days. You ended getting grease all over your outfit. You waked over to the sink and started scrubbing. Several hero corse students can in to work on their costumes so you decided to mostly stay out of the way seeing as you only understood your friends.

You grabbed some paper towels and took a step back accidentally bumping into somone who reacted by knowcking my over with there body.

I heard yelling and look up to see a blonde UA students with bright read eyes yelling at you.

You stand back up and turn to look at the Japanese student.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” one the words came out of your mouth the loud blonde guy paused.

“No, your American?” He said in English. You nodded in slight confusion. As this students stood infront of you looking like he was not assumed. You were thinking till you realized while he was yelling he said what was in your wrist. Just because it was in another language doesn’t mean I did not learn it to each and every little sound.

“Uh, hi it’s nice to meet you.” You give a smile and offer your hand out to shake. He scoffs, he looked like he might say something when one of his friends spoke. He responded in loud tones. They went back and forth the boy infornt of you wad getting more anoyed as the conversation went on. You made eye content with your friend who give you a look of question. so you life you wrist to show if the characters then pointed at the boy infront of you. They roll their eyes and turn back to their work. The blonde boy finally tunes back to you.

“How long are you here in Japan”

“Uh I gues a little over a week.”

“Here my number of I don’t make a little effort the people I call friends will murder me. “ he rolled his eyes as he said this. You exchange numbers and that is how you met Bakugou katsuki

A/n first fanfiction I’ve actually uploaded I’m defiantly terrified about actually doing this but it’s okay. I had an idea and the beginning started off good but I think it dwindle towards the end

[kitashousewife]

text me

an: i luv luv shoyo he is so sweet and special. i thought he would be perf for this!

pairings: timeskip!hinata x fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff fluff fluff!!

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the cloud of vapor that swirls from hinata's lips causes him to shudder. for the first night since high school, he stands at the bus stop in the middle of winter.

the sky paints a beautiful picture above him with vivid streaks of pink and orange. those that pass by offer him a friendly smile or nod, and the sun sets with a warm goodbye.

if he didn't know any better, tonight almost feels hopeful.

hinata can't help but smile. really, today couldn't have been worse. not only did his car not start this morning, but he lost his wallet as well. he missed almost every serve at practice, and he's pretty sure he rolled his ankle at some point. the cherry on top was when every teammate of his left, leaving him stranded at the gym.

which is where he finds himself now, standing at the bus stop with nothing but the keys to his apartment. he chuckles to himself as he pictures his wallet, resting in the middle of his kitchen island, where it always is.

a habit he can't seem to break.

thankfully public transit is free, or he would really be stuck. he fixes the beanie on his head, one that he found at the very bottom of his gym bag, and checks his phone. it's friday night, which means the start of a small break for MSBY before their next trip. hinata grins once more, remembering his plans for the night. a quick shower, grabbing something to eat, before heading to bokuto's for some movies and hopefully, drinks.

the hiss of breaks grabs his attention, pulling him away from the group chat on his screen. he steps on, finding a spot quickly, and lets out a sigh of relief at the warmth. his cheeks turn pink, nose a tad rosy, but he feels at ease.

when the bus pulls away from the stop, he feels a bit more relaxed. he's already mapped his route home, only six more stops to go. his fingers come up to run his hands through his hair, completely forgetting about the hat. it slips off, slowly falling to the bus floor. hinata's fingers reach to grab it, but he's met with something much warmer.

"oh-"

"sorry-"

he looks up and meets your eyes, and can't help the gasp that leaves his lips. how he didn't notice you before, he's not sure. you're breathtaking.

at this rate, he's never fixing his car. not if it means he can see you again.

"here," you gesture the hat towards him, and he accepts.

"thanks. y'know, i forgot i was wearing it," hinata smirks. "i just don't wear hats very often."

"you're welcome. i know the feeling."

a silence falls over the two of you. with only the isle between you, but it feels like yards away. you were dying for an opportunity to talk with him since he walked on the bus. his bright smile, soft red hair, and cheery attitude were almost magnetic.

"so," you clear your throat. he looks in your direction with his eyebrows raised. "do you take the bus often? i don't think i've seen you on before."

his arm reaches up to scratch the back of his head. "almost never, actually. you see, my car wouldn't turn on this morning, and i didn't have time to fix it today. i was able to get a ride this morning, but i was left on my own tonight," he shakes his head with an airy laugh. "but i don't mind. i used to ride it a lot in high school."

you hum. he points to you.

"how about you?"

"oh!" you suddenly feel nervous with his warm brown eyes on you. "the bus stops right in front of my work, so i just take it in every day. much easier than driving through downtown during rush hour."

"right!" hinata turns his full body towards you in excitement. "i absolutely hate when our coach schedules practice for those times-oh, my name is hinata shoyo by the way," he reaches his hand out, and you share your name while you shake. "my teammates never seem to care though. i just get so impatient,"

"tell me about it," you sigh. months of trying to navigate the stresses of the parking lot come to mind. "you mentioned teammates, right?"

"yep!" he beams. you could melt on the spot. "i play volleyball, um, professionally," his words trail off at the end with a polite, less enthusiastic smile.

this is the part where hinata usually falters. the conversation goes one of two ways after this; either they perk up at the sound, suddenly interested in the word professional, or they roll their eyes. no matter how he delivers it, it's never received in the way that he hopes.

"wait, for MSBY right?"

his ears perk up. "yes! how-"

"i've seen you before. there's a billboard right outside my office."

he nods, almost a little embarrassed. he really hopes that it's at least a good photo.

he only has a couple stops left, and he really doesn't want to blow this. you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he is positive that this isn't by chance.

"w-well, i could get you tickets if you would like. i mean, if you're into that sort of thing,"

you smile. "i would love that! i've actually always wanted to go to a game,"

"what! now you have to go," he laughs, a real laugh and you can't help but feel warm inside. you can't seem to remember the stresses of the week, not with him beside you. "here, if you wouldn't mind."

he hands you his phone, contacts already opened and ready for your information. you fill it out quickly, sending yourself a message before handing it back to him.

"we're actually headed to tokyo next week, so our next home game won't be for a bit. but, i promise i will let you know when i find out!"

"you're sweet."

hinata blushes. his mouth opens to speak, but he's cut off by the hiss of the bus breaks once again.

"well, this is me," you stand up, grabbing your things.

his stomach flips.

"mind if i join you?"

you giggle. "to walk off the bus? is this even your stop?"

no, it's not.

"why not?"

you think for a second before nodding. he gives you a toothy grin. the two of you thank the bus driver before heading off, one right after the other. hinata hits the pavement with a sigh.

"it was good to meet you tonight," he says your name with a smile.

"you as well hinata. got any fun plans for the evening?"

"i was going to see some of my teammates. how about you?"

"oh my gosh," you stretch, looking up at the light dancing of stars. "order take out, watch a show, go to bed late," you shake your head. "nothing too exciting."

the two of you stand in silence once again. hinata kicks at a rock on the sidewalk, and you pull at a thread on your jacket.

"hey-"

"yeah i-"

the two of you look at each other with shy smiles and quick laughs.

"i have a few days off until we head to tokyo. would you want to get some dinner with me before then?"

"i would like that," you eye him as he starts to turn on his heels.

"okay, then it's a date!"

"see you soon, hinata. text me!" you shout with a giggle and he turns around to give you a wink.

"you can count on it!"

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Klance Fic Rec

been so busy guys but trying to catch up i promise!!

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut (of the space between our chairs) by iybms

T | 11K | 1/1 | getting together, flirting, kissing, near death experiences, mutual pining, canon compliant

"You know, you can be a pretty hard guy to find," Lance says, and his steps end at Keith's side, overlooking Orla'an canyon.

"Funny you always say that," Keith remarks, "since you find me, regardless. And," he finally glances at Lance, "…always wearing something weird."

---

Lance comes to Keith when he needs someone to pry him open.

Nameless by AveryScribbles

E | 97.8K | 22/22 | AU college, vampires, soulmates, major character injury, angst with a happy ending, blood drinking, slowburn

Lance McClain was not pale. He enjoyed the sun as much as any other, and though he was often run down or fatigued, this was due to his amounting college work, not his need to sleep upside down. He was everything a vampire wasn't. Oh, except for his constant cravings for blood, and the name in cursive imprinted on his wrist.

Since the name had appeared on Lance's thirteenth birthday, he'd been desperately waiting for the day he'd finally meet his soulmate. And then it finally arrives, delivering a boy that causes everything Lance had fantasized to come crashing down around him. Not only is his mate a human, but he's the kind of human that despises vampires. A hunter named Keith.

But matters of the heart aren't the only thing standing in Lance's way, for a much greater enemy is on the horizon, posing a threat not only to Lance and his family, but to Keith, too. The nameless are coming for them, and soon.

just come to me once by laallomri (absolute fav fic ever)

T | 94.5K | 3/3 | fluff, angst, pining, canon typical violence, post season 6

Lance’s smile widens. He leans forward, and the prickling in Keith’s chest gives way to butterflies, fluttering wildly in his stomach, and oh wow has Lance always had this many freckles, has he always had eyelashes that long, has he—

Lance pokes his cheek, right over the Galra mark. Keith blinks.

“I can’t believe you and your mom have matching face tattoos now,” he says, and it’s so fucking dumb, but it’s exactly the kind of dumb thing Keith has longed to hear, and before he knows what he’s doing he’s surging forward, almost knocking Lance back against Red’s paw, and throwing his arms around him.

In which Keith lives on a space whale, goes on a road trip, and (eventually) gets a boyfriend.

Like the Night Falling by iybms

E | 51.9K | 1/1 | rivals to friends to lovers, slow burn, astrophysics, sexual content

Keith reluctantly takes a lead role in an outreach program that forces him outside his comfort zone of solitary work. It would be a lot easier if he and his partner in the endeavor had anything in common.

Catch Feels, Not Covid-19 by Jenanigans1207

G | 20.2K | 7/7 | quarantine AU, covid 19, falling in love, confessions, artist keith

“Well, there’s really only one option, then.” Lance says as he steps further into the room. At least he looks equally as uncomfortable as Keith feels. At least he seems to know he’s broken their boundaries.

“Really?” Keith grinds out, but his anger is deflating. The stress of the situation is starting to wear on him and he just wants it to be over. “Because as far as I can tell, there are no options.”

“You’ll just have to come home with me.” Lance says and Keith balks. He physically feels the color drain from his face as he whips his head around to meet Lance’s blue eyes. He doesn’t even get the incredulous question off of his tongue before Lance is rushing on to explain. “My family visits Cuba every year at this time and since they closed the borders, they’re stuck there until this is over. So my home is completely empty which means there will be tons of room for you, too! And it’s only a couple of hours away, so we won’t risk getting caught anywhere in the middle. And it’s free.”

-- Or:

The coronavirus shuts down Keith and Lance's college and Keith has no choice but to go into quarantine with Lance.

At the Bottom of the Ramp by iybms

T | 12.2K | 1/1 | aggressive rollerblading, strong language, minor violence, getting together, rivals to friends to lovers

Lance is usually the first person to befriend new rollerbladers at the skatepark; it's a small community, and he's a friendly guy.

But not this time. This new guy looks the epitome of edgy and unapproachable, and he's stealing all of Shiro's attention.

[weirdraccoon]

Depressed MC

*Implied self-harm but nothing graphic, not even a hint.*

Also, I just went through something, so, I can say that if you feel like self-destruction is an option, I will tell you that no, it is not. But if you still wanna do it, at least text me and we can self-destroy together. That could be a good first step for healing (how can we come back to the surface if we don't reach rock bottom? Follow me for more unhealthy advice lol)

also @theauthor2103 here it is, finally! I'm sorry it took so long, as previously stated, I was at rock bottom, but I'm climbing back, tripping here and there, and going down a few times, but coming back slowly and surely!

Ominis sensed her running around. It was common on her, true, but after all that happened with the repository and the goblins, Ominis thought she’d want to take it easier this year.

And, there was something just out of character with the way she kept running from one place to another. Talking to more people than she used to, meeting with strangers at Hogsmeade to socialize. Keeping herself as busy as possible, be it with homework, favors, or her new so-called friends.

“She’s just expanding her social circle, Ominis,” Sebastian would say. “She looks fine.”

However, Ominis sensed it.

Something was not right.

So, he kept an eye on her. Well, his wand to be more precise. Which was more difficult because she tended to disappear a lot. And no matter who he asked, they all said she looked just fine.

“She’s even more friendly this year,” Poppy said. “Even helped me with some puffskein offspring last week. And you know how she hated their fur on her robes.”

Ominis simply hummed and continued his watch. If she realized he was stalking her, she didn’t say anything.

Not even a joke.

Yes, Ominis was worried.

And then, one day, she just stopped.

Ominis waited for her to arrive at breakfast.

He waited for her to run around as usual.

He waited for her to show up to class.

“Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Sallow, did Mrs. Seaburgh mention going out? Or feeling sick?”

“No, professor,” Sebastian frowned. “We can go check on the infirmary if you want?”

“No, no, that’s all right,” Fig shook his head. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Ominis frowned. 

He might not be able to see, but he could hear. Fig was worried.

That got him more worried.

“Let’s look for her,” he whispered to Sebastian.

“But Fig said-

“Come on, Sebastian,” Ominis muttered, rolling his eyes. “I know you two had a fight but aren’t you a little bit worried? Let’s just look for her and make sure she’s all right.”

Sebastian sighed.

“All right,” he drawled. “But I bet she’s sleeping off whatever she had yesterday. Did you notice how she left with those seventh years? I didn’t know she cared so little about us.”

About me.

Ominis remained silent. He’d known Sebastian for a long time, and he knew his best friend could be dense most of the time.

They didn’t find her in the infirmary, the library, or the gardens.

“She’s in the dormitory,” Natsai told them. “She wasn’t feeling too well this morning, but she made me promise not to tell the professors. Light food poisoning according to her,” she shrugged.

“Told you,” Sebastian whispered. “Food poisoning, more like a nasty hangover or even more mallow sweet than her usual.”

Ominis pursed his lips.

Em-Sea was absent for another day, and when she came back, an odd odor was following her. Not like mallow sweet or butter or even whisky, something… unpleasant.

“Ugh, do you think she’s taken a shower at all?” One of the seventh-years near them grimaced. “Can’t believe I humped that.”

“What did you expect from a mud-blood,” another one said. “I told you it was a bad idea.”

“Hey, it was great at the moment,” the first one shrugged. “Somewhat desperate and whiny for my taste but you know how girls are.”

Sebastian was already gripping his wand so tight, Ominis feared he would break it under his own hand, stopping him from doing something idiotic in the middle of the Great Hall.

“Those- That- What was she thinking!”

“Sebastian,” Ominis tried.

“No!” He yanked his hand from Ominis’ and stormed off, muttering about her not caring and not loving him or herself and how he’d blow their bodies to pieces.

Ominis sighed.

When he tried to look for her again, she was already gone.

And she stayed gone for another two days.

Until Fig asked him to accompany him to the infirmary. It was a scary day, for him, when Fig almost begged him to follow him and help her. He thought Em-Sea was dying.

He wasn’t too far off.

Em-Sea was lying on a hospital bed. She was awake. But she was silent.

“Here Em-Sea,” Fig said, pushing Ominis to sit on the bed at her feet. “If you won’t believe me, then listen to Mr. Gaunt. We all know he doesn’t lie and he never sugarcoats things. If he tells you you are loved then will you believe it?”

Ominis blinked, feeling flabbergasted and a bit out of his depth.

What exactly happened?

“Em-Sea? Are you all right?” He asked, squeezing her leg and tightening his grip when she tried to pull away.

“If yo don’t tell him, I will,” Fig threatened. “This is no joke,” he- he cried. “I don’t know what push you to it but your friends will find out sooner or later.”

Ominis’ insides froze.

“What did you do, Em-Sea?”

He knew.

He knew she had been acting out of character. He knew she had been on a journey of self-destruction. He knew she had been keeping busy for a reason.

He had felt the need too.

Before.

But she was better. She was sun and light and love. Everything he was not.

“Em-Sea,” he teared up. “You are one of my best friends. You- you are the reason I didn’t do anything stupid. Oh, lords-

He couldn’t continue, he gripped her leg and cried. Silently.

When he heard her sniffles, he threw himself into her arms. Fig followed. And as awkward as it was, Ominis stayed there, clutching the girl into his chest while Fig hugged them both.

“I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to get close,” Ominis babbled. “I knew you were hurting but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Fig sighed, a few tears running down his face.

“At least yo noticed,” he murmured. “I thought- well, it doesn’t matter. You’ll be fine, Em-Sea. I’m here for you.”

“Me too,” Ominis reassured. “And Poppy and Garreth and Sebastian,” Em-Sea tensed. “No, listen, Em-Sea, I know you had your issues but even if never date him again he’s your friend. We all love you more than you’ll ever know and we will be here for you, wether you like it or not.”

Em-Sea teared up again. She hid her face in Ominis’ shoulder.

She didn’t say anything.

Ominis understood.

You’ll be fine. We got you.

[richincolor]

Exploring Big Cities Via Novels

Exploring large cities can be a lot of fun, but my feet and knees can’t always take all of the running around. Visiting via novels (or graphic novels) makes it a lot easier. It’s clearly not the same experience, but I do enjoy a little tourism via literature. The last few young adult (or new adult) titles I’ve read take place in London, San Francisco, and New York with nods to quite a few of the local landmarks. I enjoyed each of these in different ways and appreciated seeing the cities through other eyes.

London on My Mind is a rom-com with a bit of family drama and a brush with royalty. Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies has all that you might expect with the title including a bit of romance along with a few thrilling moments. Roaming leans more coming-of-age as college freshman wander through the streets of New York.

With all three, it was nice to experience the settings along with the characters. When I saw the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco while on a walk last night it definitely made me think of a specific scene in Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies. I didn’t make it all the way there though since as often happens, my feet were done before the rest of me wanted to give up for the day. I’m thankful for these glimpses of cities from the comfort of my reading chair.

London on My Mind by Clara Alves translated by Nina Perrotta PUSH

Sixteen-year-old Dayana has always dreamed of visiting London — to walk along the Thames, take pictures outside Buckingham Palace, and maybe even get a glimpse of Arthur, Prince of Wales, whose marriage has been all over tabloids. But the trip of her dreams turns into a royal nightmare when her mother passes away. Now, Day must leave Rio de Janeiro to live with her estranged father and his new family in London.

As it turns out, the U.K. isn’t exactly Day’s cup of tea. She struggles to forgive her father for walking out on her and her mom all those years ago; fights with her stepsister constantly; detests her stepmother; and she can’t even see One Direction in concert because they’ve been broken up for ages. All she wants to do is trade the rainy skies of London for the sun and beaches of Rio.

That’s when she runs into the girl of her dreams — literally: The coincidentally named Diana, a witty, funny, redhead who was in the middle of . . . escaping Buckingham Palace? Something isn’t right here, but it makes Diana all the more alluring. As time passes, and the two girls grow closer, Day can’t help but wonder if there is more than a little truth to the rumors surrounding Prince Arthur — and if Diana might be involved somehow. Is it all in her head, or could Day be caught up in a real-life royal scandal?

Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies by Abigail Hing Wen Feiwel & Friends – Available August 13, 2024 (Thanks to the ALA Convention for the ARC)

Tan Lee finds himself embroiled in an unusual love triangle, all while trying to defuse a heist, unravel a conspiracy, and navigate the most complicated babysitting assignment ever in this YA novel by national bestselling author Abigail Hing Wen.

After a magical kiss at Prom, best friends Tan Lee and Winter Woo agree to cool it off, a plan that goes awry when their parents jointly head off to Hawaii and leave Tan and Winter to babysit Tan’s sister Sana together. If that isn’t complicated enough, Tan’s ex-girlfriend from Shanghai arrives on his doorstep with money stolen from her billionaire father and thugs on her heels.

Tan soon finds himself on the run, trying to out-maneuver international hackers and protect his friends, family and sister – and his own heart.

Roaming by Jillian Tamaki & Mariko Tamaki Drawn & Quarterly

Spring break, 2009. High school best friends Zoe and Dani are now freshman college students, meeting in a place they’ve wanted to visit forever: New York City. Tagging along is Dani’s classmate Fiona, a mercurial art student with an opinion on everything. Together, the three cram in as much of the city as possible, gleefully falling into tourist traps, pondering so-called great works of art, sidestepping creeps, and eating lots and lots of pizza (folded in half, of course). Roaming is a ground-breaking graphic novel from the authors behind New York Times bestseller and Caldecott Honor Book This One Summer.

[starry-hughes]

https://www.tumblr.com/starry-hughes/740771723678531584/httpswwwtumblrcomstarry-hughes74077081668442?source=share

you think maybe Trevor’s family comes visits one day and Charlie confides in mama Julie about it?

yes

“did chase do this drawing?” trevor’s mom, julie, points and smiles at a paper on the fridge. “yeah, we found this art class on saturday mornings, he loves it,” charlie smiles.

trevor, chase, and trevor’s dad gary went to go get breakfast. charlie was starting the pot of coffee while her and julie stayed behind. “can i ask something?”

“sure honey, what’s going on?”

“chase’s teacher called us in for a meeting. said chase talks too much. and we’ve been working on his iep for school and she said he’s not talking about irrelevant things or distracting, he just talks a lot. and trevor just-”

“got defensive?”

charlie nodded. “trevor had the same problems. they said oh he will grow out of it, but he didn’t. hockey helped him, gave him teammates and an outlet to always talk. even when we tried medicine or whatever, he wasn’t himself and i didn’t like when my boy didn’t talk or wasn’t interested in the world like before.”

“what did you do?”

“well we were probably too harsh at times, he just couldn’t help but talk. hashed it out with his teachers in elementary school, middle and high school were easier, especially with alex, cole and jack around. but one day in second grade we sat him down and told him that as long as he is learning and isn’t a problem to classmates and listens to directions, that we would have his back no matter what.”

charlie nodded and the front door unlocked. chase came rushing in, trevor and his dad following. “momma, i got gift!”

charlie scooped him up, holding him on her hip as chase began recounting the whole trip to the grocery store to her before trevor reminded him that he had a gift. “oh yeah! here mommy!” he handed her the candy bar in his hand that was now slightly mushy from being in his warm hand. “thank you baby,” she smiled kissing his head.

[daggers-drawn-returns]

Slab City is weird. 

People who have lived here and people who have visited will both tell you this. They mean both that it is a place unlike any you’ve ever been to and that the people here are strange.

There’s not a lot of understanding of queer politics or theory, but I have found myself at home here. After all, I’m just another weird person living here.

Even if people don’t understand they’re happy enough to make me happy and use my preferred pronouns and respect me in the ways I ask for. If they’re curious they might ask questions, but they approach me the same as they would someone who just so happens to wear a banana suit every day. “Well, that’s Banana Mike. He makes banana sculptures and sells them to tourists. We’re having lunch later.”

Slab City is weird.

Telling hundreds of people that they can do whatever they want, have their own space and make their own way produces a lot of variety of life. Some people set their RV up and let word of mouth spread that they are selling tobacco (thank you 720). Some people decide to start their weird pet project that only they really understand. Some people just spend the day reading and talking to anyone who passes by about their favorite books. And some people dress up in costumes and tutus and and sing and dance for visitors.

But why should that be weird? As soon as you get here you understand just how much is forbidden on the outside– in the place Slabbers call “Babylon”. Soon, Babylon starts to seem weird.

You can’t just pee on a bush? It’s illegal to lay down on public land? You can’t just start a bar out of your house? People go hungry while others eat right next to them? Everyone is perfect strangers and they spend their time loyally doing hours of work for people they’ll never meet?

The other day I was sick to my stomach on a trip into town and I stopped at a restaurant, all but begging to use their bathroom. They said, "customers only." In other words, "give me a dollar or shit yourself". The person saying this could not have been making more than minimum wage.

Babylon is weird.

In Slab City the expression of human desire is normal. And that might seem weird to someone who is used to being caged and controlled.

In Slab City knowing your neighbors good and well is normal. And that might seem weird to someone who is used to being completely alone.

When “some loony naked in the middle of the road” is just someone you happen to know you have a lot less judgement and fear.

When “those fucking tweakers” are your neighbors with names and faces and dreams and personalities, it’s suddenly harder to call to be “tough on drugs”.

When your good friend makes his money shoplifting at Walmart, it’s harder to call to be “tough on crime”.

When you know the people around you it’s harder to call the police and it’s easier to call a truce and talk things out.

And that shouldn’t be weird. That should be life in every community.

[galaxy-stardust]

Duskwood

Jakes view

Part 9

While he sits on the bus, his phone vibrates nearly nonstop.

Alright, let's check what's going on. Dan shot Michael, and...a stream? Hannah! And Richy. Alive but tied up. He's relieved. She's alive. I knew it.

He stares at the stream for a while. Hoping something would happen.

More messages are coming in.

Dan, oh boy, I know you don't like me. And yes, you're right; I would be skeptical too if I were you.

But I'm not the bad guy here and I will not read this bullshit any longer. He rolls his eyes.

For the rest of the trip, he takes care of the stream.

As he reaches his new goal, a hut in the middle of nowhere, he checks the new messages.

They found out that the stream comes from the mines at the Grimrock waterfall. And Michal wants MC to come to the mine.

Thomas is going crazy and wants MC to go to the mines to meet the kidnapper. Seriously?! No way.

If you believe it or not, Dan, I was busy.

MC, a word?

Alright, time to apologize and to tell her that I do not allow her to put herself in danger.

I know you can do it, and you are important, MC, but it's too risky... It would be suicide to bring it on point, and I've already made my decision.

He switches to the group chat and tells the group his decision.

I know you don't want me to go, MC. He feels a stitch in his heart.

Thomas, I already have a plan. Just let me do it.

I don't have much time, but I have to talk to MC again.

He can feel her anger. She wants to go to the mine. But I cannot allow that. I can pinpoint their location, but I don't know for how long. We have only this one chance. I have to do this, MC. I must bring this to an end. You know that. And no, you can't go. Again: I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger. You have to allow it because I have made the decision to protect you.

And then he gives her a glimpse into his life.

She felt sorry about that.

She wants me to stop fighting against it. I already have.

If I stay in Duskwood or if I disappear?

Yes, it is dangerous.

She would like me to stay. He smiles; the butterflies are back, and he misses her already. I wish the day we met would be today...

We will not have much time in Duskwood.

She wants to make the best of it. That's my girl. She understands, and she really wants to meet me.

He smiles.

Alright, I have to go. He calls a taxi, packs his stuff, and leaves the hut. The taxi just arrived in time as he shut the door.

Grimrock waterfall, please.

The taxi starts driving. Jake sits in the back, his hoodie deep in his face, and searches for a map from the mines.

Alright, I got the map. Only one hatch... There are a lot of paths, but I will make it. I will find them and meet MC after it.

Grimrock waterfall. The taxi driver stops. Jake pays him and leaves the car.

With the flashligt from his phone, he walks along a little path.

He reaches his goal and makes the first step into the mine. Then he stops and opens the chat with MC. I don't want to do this alone. I will go with her through the mine. I feel better with the feeling that she knows what I'm doing and where I am. As good as possible.

And so he makes his way through the mine, climbing down old ladders and listening into the darkness of the tunnels.

That was easier said than done. Damn, why is this thing so twisted?

He ignores the messages in the group chat. He only focuses on his way and MC.

Part 10

[pomplalamoose]

Esb Luke relationship hcs pls ☹️☹️ -💫

Hello my dear! Thank you for being the very first person to send in an anonymous Luke ask, I'm very excited about this🫶🏻🩵

• before we get fully into it, I think it's important to note that ESB Luke is having a hard time and realistically, it would be difficult to develop a relationship under these rather extreme circumstances

• plus, here are some more questions we will have to take into consideration: when and where did you meet each other? Are you part of the ✨main character gang✨ or a simple member of the rebellion?

• either way it will influence your relationship with Luke and not always in the best way

• if you two have known each other for quite some time now, say since the beginning of ANH or even before that, it will be easier to be or to get close to him than later on

• like I already mentioned there is a lot going on and Luke, along with Leia and Han, has a very heavy burden to shoulder

• also we can't forget about his character development: while I think of ANH Luke as sweet and enthusiastic, ESB Luke is the same BUT more headstrong, stubborn, very impatient and kinda rough around the edges

• if you are there to witness everything that's happened to him and what he is currently going through now, it's easier to be more understanding of his behavior, otherwise it will be a tad harder; not only getting to know him in the first place will be a struggle but also being the patient and possibly more adult part in your relationship might be straining

• on the other hand, if Luke spots you for the very first time during ESB and likes what he sees, chances are high he will immediately go for it and seek you out

• he has no time to lose, he is busy and everyone could literally die the next day so he won't think about it twice

• of course Luke is still Luke and despite everything happening around you two, he is, above all, kind and empathetic and only ever has your best interest in mind

• that might not always be apparent though and when he leaves for Dagobah without telling anyone, that also includes you

• in his mind it's obvious he's doing everything he can to save the people he loves (most importantly you) but how are you supposed to know when he's not talking to you about it

• and while you already worry about him most of the time anyways, his disappearance not only would break your heart but also make you angry

• communication is key in every relationship, even or especially in the middle of a war and it has always been a somewhat sore spot between you two from the beginning

• not the romantic part, Luke is vocal about his feelings and let's you know just how much you mean to him and exactly what he would like to do to you if you were to be alone for just a minute

• no, I'm talking about the fact that if he comes up with one (1) single thought or plan, he will pursue it straight away

• sometimes this is very much to your advantage but more often than not you have to suffer the consequences when you search for him and are suddenly informed that he took another trip away with his group of friends and may or may not be dead already

• talking to him about this is difficult as well because how are you going to tell a man you are hurt/angry/disappointed about being forgotten about or feeling left behind when he just lost one of his hands and discovered that your worst enemy is his dad

• also since you two have no idea that Leia is his sister yet, it could possibly lead to you being jealous and him not having any idea what to do about it because, Leia IS very beautiful and he's not going to deny it

• there will be lots of misconceptions and sadly I don't think there is a possible way for you to avoid them

• when I say you will need to be patient, I mean it

• now that we have that out of the way, there are many beautiful aspects as well

• you are always on his mind, never leaving his thoughts

• what he does, he does for you

• once you wrote him a sweet letter or note and unbeknownst to you he keeps it on him at all times

• he tucks it away in one of his many pockets, hides it in his x-wing or tells R2 to keep it safe

• when he has a moment to himself he unfolds it to read it again and again, no matter that he already has it memorized

• over time it will start to fall apart, disintegrating from all the use and, somewhat shy, he will eventually ask you for a new one

• upon his returns back to the base of the rebellion he always has a little gift for you; a pressed flower, a snack, pretty mechanical parts or stones he finds laying around

• if there is nothing physically for him to keep he'll gift you a kiss

• he will be so excited about that too and make it super dramatic, telling you to close your eyes before smothering you with a hug and kisses until you squeal

• while we're on that topic: he gives the absolute best hugs! When his strong arms fold around you and hold you close there is no place you'd rather be

• during his short times staying with you and the rebellion you like to have secret sleep overs, sneaking around at night, seeking each other out to share a cot, giggling like children

• (you're not as subtle as you think you are and everyone knows what you are up to)

• when he eventually finishes his training with Yoda and you meet again he's so attractive it makes your jaw drop

• he was good looking before, but the way he carries himself now, takes your breath away

I think that's it for now, yayyy! In case you want more or would like me to elaborate some points, just let me know <3

[beeindaclouds]

Attending Hogwarts w/ the DSMP: Finale

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo + Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza + Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Hogwarts Series || Previous Part

A.N: There will be a little note at the end, if you guys read it I would appreciate a lot ^^ Also I'm thinking of making a H20 inspired series, would you guys be interested?

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❝ Dream ❞

After you woke up from your few days of coma, and discovered the truth about your lover, it took years for you to move on

You two had planned so much ahead in your life that, now that he's not here, it just didn't feel right ro do any of that without him

But a solution to your problem came

A little birdy named Sapnap, now one of your closest friends, had given you a heads up about a certain new ghost roaming the halls of Hogwarts

And that ghost was none other then your former lover, Dream

See, people who are born with magical abilities have a choice to leave a part of themselves behind when they die and become a ghosts

Dream, knowing he had some unfinished business with you, had chosen to become one, even if it wasn't the smartest idea

Upon hearing the news, you quickly took a trip to your old school and went in search of the ghost

Said ghost had felt your presence from the moment you stepped foot in school, so it didn't take long for you two to meet up

Thanks to the new Headmistress, McGonagall, you two got an empty classroom to talk things out

You had so much to say to him, and the same went for Dream. The talk was very much needed for the both of you

By the end of if, you felt better and were ready to start your journey towards a new chapter

You never ended up finding a new partner, the memories left from Dream were too many to replace or forget

But you were happy with your life and, from time to time, you'd give Hogwarts a visit and talk with Dream

✨

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

Needless to say that after the love confession in the middle of the war, you two started dating

You ended up working a few part time jobs for a few years, just to get enough money for your new project

A Magical Creatures Cafe

Kind of like a Cat Cafe but with magical creatures

With the help of Karl, and his partner, you were able to choose the safest creatures to have in your cafe

And it was a hit before it even opened

The idea was so unique and new that you became the talk of all Diagon Alley in a matter of days

You two couldn't be happier with how far you've come!

But, what you didn't know, is that George had a project of it's own

A plan to propose to you on the opening day of the cafe

Will you say yes?

✨

❝ Sapnap ❞

Moving on from what had happened in the war was easy, to say the least

After losing your best friend, Dream, it was normal for you two to not be in a very good mood for a while

But the positive was that you had eachother

Both of you were on the same page and knew how the other one felt, so getting yourself back up was a little bit easier

After meeting the ghost of Dream, and getting the "closure" you two needed, you both went on to become aurors

All of that training with Dream, the DA meetings and a few advice from the Order had payed off

You became one of the most popular couple of auror in all of England!

✨

❝ Badboyhalo + Skeppy ❞

Obviously the mood of the Weasley shop was a bit in the dumps for a while

George grieving the loss of his twin

And Skeppy grieving his two best friends

Sure, you could say that compared to George, Skeppy's loss wasn't "as important"

But to him you two were basically family

And George completely understood and respected this

So with the help of one another, and other Weasley members, they got themselves back to work to keep the shop going

One thing didn't change tho

The loss of the most important people in their life had made them incapable of summoning a patronous ever again

Because all of their happiest memoroes were with them

✨

❝ Quackity ❞

You both went back to Hogwarts to retake your 7th year, the previous one being interrupted by you know who

At your graduation was when Quackity, finally, asked you out

Imagine the face Wilbur had once you told him. Man had been cheering for you two since the Yule ball-

Literally his first comment when you told him was "After 4 years you decide to date?! 4 YEARS?!"

You both found jobs at the Ministry and settled into a nice house in London

And after a year of living togheter, you're both thinking of proposing to the other

Will this take 4 years too? 😂

✨

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

You and Karl kept your promise and followed in the footsteps of Newt Scammander after the war

You travelled the world togheter, in search of new creatures and videotaped every progress

I imagine that by now the internet has kind of integrated itself in the magical world

So, not only did you make books about your new discoveries, you also made a whole channel about it on a magical version of Youtube

During a press conference, for the anniversary of the debut of your book, Karl had asked you to be his partner literally on a live

Obviously you said yes

✨

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

You went back to school, to actually finish your 7th year, while Wilbur went to get some help

See, after the war he had severe PTSD from all the events + the now faded mark on his forearm didn't help the flashbacks

He would come visit you at Hogsmeade every time you had to go there and would take you out on little dates

In a way he was making up for lost time

You two weren't dating yet, Wilbur had to earn your trust again after all he had done, but the feelings were definitely mutual

After graduating Wilbur became a pretty well known musician w/ his band, Lovejoy

And you went on to become a teacher at Hogwarts

The students adored you, mostly because of your friendly nature, but also because you were by then dating the oh so famous Wilbur from Lovejoy

You would also get teased whenever you were caught at Hogsmeade with your boyfriend

✨

❝ Technoblade ❞

Technoblade officially became the flying class professor at Hogwarts, after Phil retired

You on the other hand went to study more about Herbology, just so you could start teaching there too

It took you a while, but after getting there you and Techno got close again

All those emotions from years ago all came back

So, not even a few months after becoming a professor, rumors of you two dating started spreading

Wether they were true or not it's still a mystery, but anyone could see that there was definetly something going on between you two

McGonagall found this whole situation hilarious, because this is exactly how Phil and Tristin first started dating

History just kept on repeating and it's actually quite adorable

✨

❝ Nihachu ❞

Niki promised you and herself to be storng and move on

She worked hard to become a psychiatrist for wizards, in hopes of helping them through their hardest times

Especially those who went through the war and still had flashbacks from it, like Wilbur who was one of her closest friend and patient

In her office she has a giant portrait of you

She knows that it's not you, but seeing it there smiling and conversing with her always reminds her of why she's become who she is today

✨

❝ Eret ❞

The veela could never find it in herself to forgive what she had done to you

Every day she woke up in a cold sweat, flashbacks from the past haunting her

She had gotten all the help she could, even getting professional help, but nothing could get those horrible sights out of her mind

Unfortunately Eret didn't last long alone

She died young, after getting so sick from not taking care of herself

Some say that it was for the best, cause now she's reunited in heaven with the love of her life

Who was waiting for her with open arms, ready to forgive her since you knew the truth

✨

❝ Punz ❞

After the war ended, and Punz was finally free to do whatever he wanted, he finally persuaded his long term dream

To become a quidditch player

He was already a great addition to the team during his Hogwarts years, he just needed to start playing at national level

The training, and natural talent, paid off because he found himself a spot on the Montrose Magpies

You on the other hand found yourself a job at the Ministry as a curse breaker

Everybody was shocked by your spellcasting and fast thinking, so you were hired right away

Yours and Punz's relationship didn't move on from friends for a long time, both too busy in your own careers to even think about dating

But at the 10th anniversary of the war against Voldemort, you both found eachother at Hogwarts

And things seemed to naturally go on from there, like it was always meant to happen

✨

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

You and Foolish both went to work at the St. Mungo's Hospital right after the war

Some professors had put in a good word for you two, as a thanks for helping to heal so many people

You two couldn't be happier to work there

Your relationship started a few months into your new job, and on your 3rd anniversary you proposed to Foolish (he was so happy he cried, and you felt bad for a bit)

Now you are happily married and live in a pretty nice house near the Hospital

✨

❝ Awesamdude ❞

Even tho neither of you got to have a future, a close friend of Sam kept your legacy alive

Ponk had heard so much about you and your relationship from Sam, the man sending so many letters to Ponk about all the things happening between you two and his life

After the news of your tragic death, he wanted to make something for you two

So he wrote a book in honor of the two of you, tited "All in the Letters"

Authors Note

Wow. I can't believe I actually made and completed an entire series.

I honestly thought I would get bored and leave eventually, but this fandom has me in such a chokehold that I don't think I'm leaving anytime soon hahaha

Thank you to all the people that were here since the start, thank you to the ones who joined halfway or right now! All your likes,reblogs and comments mean the world to me

Even if this is a silly little blog where I write my unrealistic immaginations about a bunch of streamers, I hope you all enjoyed and will continue to enjoy my content ^^💖

[blorbologist]

Cat's Cradle, Chapter 14

Ch1 ... Ch13

The kittens, now old enough to go without food for a little more time, are somehow even more of a torment on Percy’s nerves than they were before. 

“Vex!” he calls, shrill. “We have fugitives!”

“They’ve started learning to walk, Percy,” she tosses back. From the kitchen, given how she echoes. “Of course they’ve escaped. They can’t get far.”

“Velcro was in the middle of the floor!”

He does not have to hear her sigh to know she makes it. He assumes she pads down the hall, slips over the babygate silent as ever, because she appears in the doorway. Finds him sitting on the floor with his convict in his lap, the tiny blue tom wiggling viciously as he tries to resume his grand exploration of the room. 

Percy, in turn, is greeted with Vex in an apron. Which is half of why he avoided cooking with her to instead give the kittens supper, because good gods is it a cute look on her. The kiss the chef reads like an invitation, or an instruction manual. A recipe for disaster. 

“We’ll need a box,” he declares around the lump in his throat, plopping Velcro back in the basket. Or trying to - the kitten clings, wailing in outrage, until Percival relents and lets it sit in the crook of his leg. Corralled, for now. 

“Or a playpen,” Vex muses, tapping the spatula to her lips. Her eyes flit to something, not Percy but past him, and she grins. “I’ll leave you to figure that out yourself. I’m sure you can manage, my clever man.”

She leaves him fumbling long enough for Velcro and Spanner to stumble out and mewl in surprise at how cool the floor is. 

--

With a soft playpen set up, Percy feels a lot better about leaving the kittens unsupervised, even if only for short bursts. 

Such as an impromptu brunch with friends. It is a rare stroke of luck, for time off to line up so adeptly. Perhaps easier, without Vax’ildan’s graveyard shifts leaving him dead tired all day or Keyleth’s numerous projects tripping her up. Emptier, too.

“Okay,” Scanlan is saying, sipping loudly on a mimosa. “But you’re sure it’s alright? Kaylie says she hasn’t seen your truck at the workshop in, like, a week.”

“You have your daughter spying on him? Creepy.” Grog makes a show of scoffing, shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Despite the attention on him, he makes to swipe the french toast off Pike’s plate before she dissarms him with her own fork. 

“No - she’s just invested, alright? Won’t stop talking about that shitty day.” Scanlan shivers. “Not that I blame her - I’d be pretty fucked up, too.”

Pike hums in agreement. “Is the cat doing okay? You said her name was…?”

“Curio.” Percy takes a bracing sip of his coffee. “Recovering well from the surgery, seems eager to get out of her crate and stretch her legs. Those she has left, at least. I worry she will ruin the stitching if given that freedom, however.”

“Oy, here’s a thought-” “Manners.” Scanlan rolls his eyes, finishes chewing and swallows before continuing: ”Why don’t we stop by? I mean, you and Vex won’t shut up about these guys, and I don’t know about you guys but I could use some cute in my life. And chicks dig kitten pics.”

Percy hesitates.

So far, these kittens have been theirs. Vex’ahlia and Percival’s little charges, in their own little world. Sure, they had brought them to the vet, and Kaylie’s keen eye had saved Curio’s life. They certainly shared more than enough pictures and videos for all their friends to know many kittens by name. 

But there is something about inviting others into this little nest that has a part of him bristling.

Grog tilts his head. “I’d like to,” he admits. “Wouldn’t it be good for them to, like, meet more people? Help them get more specialized.”

“Socialized, Grog.” Pike pats his knee. 

Percy nudges Vex, who has been slipping into a food coma. She’s so exhausted it pains him to see. “Vex’ahlia, dear, what do you think?”

She stifles a yawn against her hand. “I don’t mind either way,” she admits. “If you guys do come over, though, keep it down - I think I’ll be having a nap, if that’s alright.”

Even the goliath of a man, all tattoos and muscle, seems to read the reluctance in Percy’s gaze. “I’ll be gentle with them,” he promises. “I can be real gentle with the little things.”

Percy sighs. Smiles. “That’s true, yes.” 

--

“When we said little, I didn’t think - woah,” Grog breathes, eyes blown wide and enraptured by every little hair on the kittens’ heads. He and Pike are both on their knees peering into the playpen. Bleary from their nap, the litter is content to wiggle and chirp. Even the one in Scanlan’s hands is well-behaved.

“Hah! Look - he’s spitting at me.”

Or perhaps not, but that’s a perfectly reasonable reaction to Scanlan. 

“She,” Percy corrects with a glance. 

“Ohh, I like them spicy.” He only evades getting an elbow in the gut when Pike stops herself, clearly remembering the precious cargo he holds. 

Having Scanlan for scale really puts into perspective just how small these kittens are - even in his hands they’re fragile, even without a tremor beneath them they wobble. Percy’s heart lurches in his chest when they move - but no, Scanlan’s just sitting more comfortably, with his back to the bed. 

He offers a finger from his free hand for greeting. The verdict is ‘disgusting, I hate it’ until he scratches under that impossibly small chin. “What a cutie patootie. What’s her name?” asks Scanlan.

Pike, peering now over his shoulder, glances between Percy and the kitten. “That’s Bauble, right?” She beams when he nods, pleased they remembered. 

“You can hold one, if you’d like,” Percy offers as Scanlan declares, “I’m gonna get Kaylie a kitten.”

“No - no, you’re not.” He swallows his snappy tone - half the kittens are sleeping, and so is Vex. “You can’t just give someone a lifelong commitment.”

Grog giggles - all head turn to find he’s stuck his hand in the playpen, where a curious Ratchet is clumsily batting at it while Screwdriver watches wide-eyed and hopelessly confused. 

“Ain’t that what happened to you?” says Grog. “With Kaylie?”

Scanlan rolls his eyes. “I was joking. Wasn’t I?” He rubs his nose into Bauble’s fur. “Oh, wow, she smells like cuteness! And kind of milky?”

Percy relaxes a little as Pike leans over to get a good sniff of kittendown too, scooting into Scanlan’s side for a better angle to coo and cuddle. 

That does bring up a thought he’s completely neglected up to date. The kittens are… goodness, not quite two weeks? Two more months and they’ll be old enough to adopt out. How in the hells is he going to find enough homes - good homes - for six kittens? And Curio, too. If matching a half-dozen cute, playful little cats will be a challenge, how will they possibly get someone willing to take on a disabled, probably traumatized adult cat? 

He can practically feel his blood pressure spike. Percy carefully leans over the edge of the playpen to pluck Screwdriver (still watching Grog’s hand with something like awe) and settle her in his lap. His hands are shaking, but so is she, so it’s fine. 

(What if they choose wrong? What if the owners can’t care for the needs of the shaky kittens? Gods, Screwdriver wobbles so much - what if she falls, what if they let her outside, what if -)

“Oop, gotta tinkle.” Percy’s hand jerks up to see Grog stand and dust off his hands. He coos when Ratched stumbles after him, mewling. “Aww, I’ll be back. Where’s the bathroom Percy?”

“It’s to the right, Buddies,” Pike says, delicately running her fingers from Bauble’s head to her little pointy tail. Scanlan’s eyes are on her, not the kitten, and he looks quite like the cat that got the cream.

“Thanks, Pikey!”

Screwdriver mimics his glance up at Grog, which - yeah, sweetheart, he is very big, hm? Percy makes sure to lavish her with extra pets for her bravery. There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s Grog. 

And then Percy remembers, and scrambles to his feet, clutching her to his chest.

“Wait! Don’t go in the-”

He hears the bars of Curio’s crate rattle from here and breaches the doorway just in time to see Grog sheepishly shut the door behind him.

“Guess I’ll hold it in,” he says.