Tumgik
#storiesforall
motivator-believer · 2 years
Text
Please Subscribe these Guys
Hey everyone, my mother's friend's friends's daughters have started an amazing story channel with 70+ videos and they are doing fantastic. It wouldn't hurt to subscribe and watch them - https://www.youtube.com/c/SSStoryworld. Infact, it will be amazing if they reach to 500 subs or even 1000! Their stories are the perfect use of your time these holidays.
0 notes
fijiangecko · 5 years
Text
High Notes
A/N: After a long hiatus (once again), here’s my latest piece. It isn’t super well edited, but I hope you all like it!
Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5,100+
~
Weed. Mary Jane, grass, marijuana, the crooked rope, the wacky tobacky - whatever you call it, you've got it. Unfortunately, that means hiding it during room checks at the dorms, but it wasn't hard in any sense to hide it. Iida doesn't have a keen eye for drugs as he has no experience with them (and he'd like to keep it that way). On the other hand, Sero helped you disguise the scent and gave you a few tips on how to keep everyone off your tail. Weirdly enough, when school started you immediately caught on that he was a stoner, but it didn't seem like anyone else caught it. Not even the Bakusquad, which both of you were apart of.
"So are we smoking tonight?" Sero whispers as he walks alongside you to lunch. You were lagging behind the rest of the group.
"That's the plan." You respond. He nods. Everyone had decided to go out for lunch since it's the weekend and your only time to relax. The mall wasn't busy per say, but it's wasn't slow. The crowds were sparse so it was easy to keep up with Katsuki, who was leading the group.
You watched him carefully as he moves; anytime his head turns back and you got a profile view of his face your stomach does flips. How can someone be so handsome and yet act like a demon. Even though he was a cocky son of a bitch, you respect his drive and motivations. You just wish that you could get him to notice you. In class you were just average, and everything about him was exemplary. It sucks even harder because you put everything you have on the table for school, and it's just not good enough. You feel inadequate: for his attention, for the school and most importantly to become a hero. And that's why you smoke.
It takes the edge off whenever things start heading downhill. It helps ease the pain and let's you forget about the world for a moment. Especially when Sero's around. People may not see him as front and center but that dude's funny as fuck. He's quick to a joke and always knows the best comedic timing. He's a really nice guy and you're glad he's your best friend.
"So where we eating Mina?" The pinky turns to you with a wide smile.
"There's this really yummy ramen place just up ahead. They got it all, I'm telling you."
"It's really good you'll like it." Kiri chimes in.
"Oh, so I see you two have been here before… perhaps together??" You wiggle your eyebrow suggestively.
"BRO ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!" Kaminari can't handle sexual tension. Kiri slaps him in the chest.
"Shut up man someone could hear you, and no. We aren't. I came here with my parents." You, Sero and Kaminari were laughing your asses off as you entered the restaurant, trying hard to contain the fits of giggles so it wasn't distracting to other patrons.
You all sat down in an unfortunate position. You got a corner seat with Sero to your left, but Katsuki in front. His scowl was unchanged since arriving, but somewhere deep in those scarlet eyes you can tell he's having a good time. 
Dinner goes off without a hitch. Everyone enjoys their noodles and has a good time talking. Every now and then you steal a glance at the blonde, but he is always looking elsewhere. It's not like you want to get caught staring at him so he's finally get the idea you were in to him ... course not.
"You need to stop being so obvious dude." Sero talks with a mouthful.
"Shut up I'm not obvious. I'm just looking around." His face dead pans.
"Uhuh." You both laugh to yourselves and don't catch the jealous look on Bakugou's face.
After dinner the group heads back to the dorms to have a movie night, but first you were gonna go change into PJs. Everyone separated to their rooms to get changed.
"I'm just going to bed." You caught Katsuki talking to Kiri.
"C'mon man! It'll be fun! You never bail on movie nights even though you claim to hate them." His scowl deepened.
"No. I'm not hanging out with you shitheads I wanna get some quality sleep."
"Says the guy who goes to bed at 8 every night. It's the weekend! Hang out with us!" Kiri's plea’s don't seem to be doing much, but you decide to step in.
"Movie nights not the same without your snarky comments, you can't bail on us Bakugou." You stick your lip out slightly and slump your shoulders in a pout.
"God, fine! Stop fucking pestering me." Everyone erupts into hoots and hollers while missing the small blush on Katsuki’s face. The time had come for everyone to split up and put on PJ’s , so you opted for the stairs since you ate some extra food tonight and Sero follows you, which Katsuki notices.
"Should we hit it now or later?"
"Uhh, I guess now. I'm prolly gonna pass out towards the end of this movie anyway."
"Sure [Y/N], Mrs. 'I can't handle more than two hits without going fucking insane' ". He snickers at your face starting to turn red.
"Damn dude, wasn't expecting to get fucking roasted tonight. Shit." Embarrassment levels are skyrocketing but it's all in good fun. He wasn't wrong though. You usually get all active when you smoke more than normal. "I'll just have to show you up then." You smirk at him.
"Oh a challenge!! You're on! Hopefully the others don't catch on." He wiggles his eyebrows. 
You scoff at the thought, "they haven't caught us yet," you walk through the door from the stairwell to the 3rd floor, "and I don't think they will." You both laugh. An elevator sing catches you off guard.
Katsuki had just gotten off to go to his room and heard you two talking. His face flushes red, eyes burning with anger. He doesn't say anything as he stomps to his room. Your heart is pounding and the impending doom of a major fuck up in your (nonexistent) relationship slams into you like a car.
“Fuck,” your knees give out and you fall to the floor, staring at the carpet. “God damnit Sero. GOD DAMNIT!” Tears start to well at the bottom of your eyelid.
“Hey,” Sero knells next to you, “it’s okay. I bet he only caught part of the conversation.” He grabs your shoulders and tries to get you to stand up. He walked in a few seconds after you and didn’t fully see what was going on at first.
“I don’t think you understand, he caught the last sentence. He looked like he wanted to kill me.” Sero’s eyes soften at the explanation; he’s known about your crush since you became best friends. In fact, that’s the thing that probably qualified him as your best friend. No one else knew about it and he wasn’t intending on telling anyone soon.
“Let’s get to your room and forget about it for now. Everyone’s gonna be waiting on us if we take too long. It’ll be good to forget about this and figure it out later.” He finally hoists you up and the both of you linger to your room where you change in the bathroom and he changes with an extra set of clothes he left at one point. After getting all changed, you pull out the bong and the little tupperware container of weed and take a couple hits.
...scratch that. A lot of hits; you smoke almost the whole container and Sero takes little to none of it.
“[Y/N], hey. Chill out a little. We’re just trying to have a good time, not get caught.” He takes the bong and starts to clean up a bit.
“You’re right,” you nod while shutting your eyes, trying to let it sink in (even though you know it’s gonna hit hard in a couple minutes). “Let’s go have fun, with our friends and forget that my crush thinks that we’re fucking.”
“You got it.” He leads the way out of your room, but not before you swipe your wax pen and shove it in your sweatpants.
You decided to take the elevator, and much to your surprise, when it opens you see the spiky blonde hair sitting on the couch next to Kiri.
“Hey guys! Took you long enough.” He flashes his spikey teeth in a wide grin.
“The stairs really fuckin’ winded me, sorry. Took me a second to get to my room.” You felt a giggle start to bubble in the pit of your stomach, but you suppressed it for the time being.
It was definitely kicking in.
Sero caught your jaw muscles clench in an act of suppression, and only smiled in response. To an onlooker (*cough* Katsuki *cough*) it looks like Sero just blatantly checked you out. Rage starts spreading throughout his body. 
How the fuck can she fall for him?! What did I do wrong? He faces away from you all. "Turn on the fucking movie already." 
Everyone sits down and gets comfy. Mina, Kiri and Bakugou sit on one couch and Kaminari, Sero and yourself sit on another. You take a blanket before sitting down and spread it over your group. The movie starts to play and everyone has their eyes on the screen. Well… almost everyone. Katsuki continues to glare at Sero as he thinks about what he has that he himself doesn't. It's not like he's jealous or anything… totally not that.
Sometime during the movie you lay your head down on Sero's lap and take out the wax pen from your pocket. Using the blanket as a cover, you take a small hit and turn to him and blow what little smoke there was to his face.
"Dude, you're gonna get us caught." He whisper yells as he slaps his hand over your face. Seeing him trying to act stern with you causes the giggle to erupt out of nowhere. The whole group looks at you two.
"Tapearms, you trying to suffocate her?" Katsuki growls. He instantly removes his hand from your face and the giggles won't stop. Now you're full out cackling and you can't stop.
"[Y/N], you okay babe?" Mina asks from across the room. Your face is red and it's getting harder to breath, not to mention your and are starting to hurt. You can't form words and it's starting to get to be too much.
"Shut the fuck up, we're trying to watch the movie." Katsuki stares at you, but there's no malice behind his eyes. You try and stand up to walk to the kitchen, but your knees buckle and you fall about halfway through.
"Good God man." Sero hops out of his spot and helps you to the kitchen table. It takes a couple of minutes but you get there and when you do the wax pen is once again pulled out. "No [Y/N]. No more for you." He attempts to grab the pen but you raise it up high before.
"Fuck you. It's mine and I bought it. I'll do what I please."
"Not if it's gonna get us caught. Now hand it over." You stick your lip out and pout, then slowly you bring the pen down. Before you turn it over you hastily stick it in your mouth and start to take a drag.
"DUDE!" Sero whispers shouts (more shouts) and swipes it out of your mouth. You start to cough up a cloud and he rips the pen away. Now in panic mode, Sero starts to flail his arms around to get the smoke to disapparate. You laugh at your doofus best friend and continue to cough, loudly.
"Can you two be quiet for like, two seconds?" Kaminari shouts from the couch.
"Seriously guys, we love you but we're trying to watch it." Mina sounds disappointed.
"Nah, they've ruined movie night. I'm going up." Your crush stands up and shoots a deadly glance your way.
"Bakubro, c'mon. They're a little annoying right now but it's nothing you can't handle. What if we play Mario Kart?" Kiri tries to reason. Mina and Denki look a little upset, and begrudgingly agree to the new plan.
"No. I'm fuckin tired." Watching him turn his back makes you panic. Does he hate me?
"I bet I can kick your ass in Mario Kart, Bakugou." Everyone looks in surprise at who's challenging the beast. Sero looks back at you and winks as he saunters over to the TV and sets up the game. "What do you say, Kacchan?"
He's done it now. Katsuki stomps his way back into the living room and fumes at the thought of an extra like tapearms actually beating him. "You're on fuckface." The rest of the room cheers for Bakugou's return and Mina walks over to you.
"I think I'm just gonna let the boys play this one out. Looks like Bakugou's ready to kill someone."
"Yeah, wasn't expecting Sero to challenge him. Especially when he's shit at Mario Kart." You laugh at the thought.
"Well since we're the odd ones out, how bout we grab the speaker and play some tunes." You smile at her and grab your phone to pick a playlist.
After grabbing the speaker and putting on some music (much to Katsuki's distaste) Mina and yourself go to the kitchen and start making some snacks. "So are you and Sero…?"
Your face turns into a tomato, "No, God no. He's my best friend and I could never think about him in that way."
"Mhm, well Bakugou mentioned that you guys were talking about 'not getting caught' in the stairwell." You heart nearly implodes at the mention.
"Fuck no! Absolutely- no- Mina I swear to you that that was not what we were talking about. Bakugou just caught us talking about the absolute worst time." You were stuttering and stammering to get the explanation out.
"Okay, well if you weren't talking about that, what were you talking about? What didn't you want us to find out?" Fuck! There's no way out of this one.
"If I tell you, you have to promise not to talk about it. You can't tell a fucking soul, got me?" You jab a finger into her sternum and your eyes care importance in them.
"Damn [Y/N], you're acting more like Bakugou." She laughs a little to lighten the mood change.
"I'm dead serious Mina, if this gets out Sero and I are fucked. Big time. No coming back."
"Shit, okay. I got it. This stays between us." By looking into her eyes, you can tell she way being serious.
"Okay," you take a deep breath, "Sero and I smoke weed together. Like, on a weekly basis and I'm high as fuck right now." She looks shocked, but only for a couple of seconds.
"Now that you mention it, that actually makes a lot of sense." She puts a finger on her chin and taps it inquisitively. "Wait, you're high right now?"
"Yeah, had more than I should've cause I saw that Bakugou caught us saying cryptic things and now I'm pretty sure he hates me."
"Well, you should've seen him when he told us. He was furious because he was certain you guys were friends with benefits." Speaking of the devil, he shouts in victory across the room and the other boys tell him not to rub it in.
"God he's so hot." You don't realize what comes out of your mouth until it's too late 
"I KNEW IT!" Mina starts doing a happy dance. "Kirishima owes me 10,000 yen!"
"You guys fucking bet on it!?"
"Hell yeah we did. You aren't sly at all! We totally caught you staring at him, multiple times in and out of class." God, am I really that obvious?! You try and suppress the embarrassment starting to appear on your face, once again.
“Okay, well you gotta keep your mouth shut on this too! He doesn’t seem to know and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Just tell him [Y/N].” She got back to finishing up the snacks and proceeded to walk over to the common area.
“Hell no. You think I’m fucking crazy?!” You grab the other bowl of snacks and follow her.
“Considering you’re high? Yes, I think you’re crazy.” She half turns and gives you a look. “Plus, you shoulda seen the way he was talking when he told us what happened. He seemed furious at Sero when he was explaining.”
“Just because he was angry when he was explaining something doesn’t mean he likes me back. He’s angry all the time. Also, I don’t feel like being the class clown anytime soon, that job is reserved for Kaminari.”
“What are we talking about, ladies?” Denki peers over the couch. “Couldn’t help but hear my name.”
“Not much, actually.” Mina starts, and his face falls immediately. “Just talking about who’re the clowns in class.”
“Well you can count these three.” Katsuki points to the boys around him as he approaches you. You’re heart rate picks up and you lock eyes with him, but only for a second. He swipes some food from your bowl and walks to the kitchen to get some water. You’re surprised that your heart stayed in your chest as Mina gives you a supportive pat on the shoulder.
“So are you gonna play?” Sero moves the controller in your direction.
“Nah, don’t feel like getting my ass kicked.”
“See. She knows what’s good. Don’t mess with me.” Katsuki plops down on the couch and gets another race going. As he was doing that, the strum of a guitar fills the air and your eyes go wide with immediate recognition.
“No, nope. You’re going to bed.” Sero knows what’s about to happen and tries to pull you with him towards the elevator.
“Fuck you, Mina wants me to stay. Right girl?”
“Hell yeah.” She gets up and uses your other arm to start a tug of war. Your body being the rope, of course.
“Could you extras take this somewhere else?! We’re trying to fucking play a game.” Katsuki’s eyes start to twitch.
“Sorry babe, but I’m bout to sing my heart out and you’re gonna enjoy it. M’kay?” You jerk your arms back to your sides and point an accusing finger at the blonde who stares back at you in slight shock. In fact to room stares at you in shock, but you couldn’t care less. 
You loved singing, but rarely ever did it due to embarrassment. Obviously when you were high, there wasn’t much embarrassment to be had unless it was something super sensitive. If someone caught you singing it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but if someone caught you talking about Katsuki’s abs… yeah, you’d just about die.
“You, you love it how I move you,
You love it how I touch you,
My one, when all is said and done,
You’ll believe God is a woman,” You sing breathily and precisely, hitting every note as the song progresses. Unknowingly, you sway your body to the music and swirl your hips to face Mina. You stick out your hands and she hastily takes them, knowing what is about to happen. You both move closer in to one another and start to grind, dancing in front of the game screen which has been long forgotten as the horny teens take in the scene in front of them. None of them knew either of you danced, and they sure as hell had no idea that you sang like an angel. Well, more like a seductress in this situation. Even in just pajamas, the way your hips moved caused light blushes to appear on all of their faces, except Sero’s. Katsuki didn’t even bother to look at Mina as he ravaged you with his eyes, taking in your form and committing this moment to memory. He starts to get all hot, and can’t help but think impure thoughts as you dance around the room with Mina.
This continues on for a minute more when you suddenly lock eyes with Katsuki. “I'll tell you all the things you should know
So, baby, take my hand, save your soul
We can make it last, take it slow, hmm
And I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yuh
But you different from the rest
And boy, if you confess, you might get blessed” His blood is running like lava through his veins. He doesn’t want to break eye contact with you, but he so badly wants to look at your hips and whatever glances he can of your skin when your shirt rides up.
“See if you deserve what comes next
I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it” Mina giggles and cheers you on while matching your hip movements and rolls with you.
Kiri leans next to Katsuki and whispers, “Bro, just man up and ask her.” He doesn’t even look at his friend and keeps his eyes trained on you, waiting to see what you do next.
“She made direct eye contact with you, basically during the most sexual part of this song! If that doesn’t mean something, then I don’t know what does.” Kiri nudges his arm, but doesn’t get a response once again. Thinking that Bakugou’s just embarrassed, he continues to whisper, “If her and Sero really are… you know, then she would’ve looked at him!” The blonde smacks Kiri on the chest.
“You better shut the hell up before I make you. I can’t fuckin’ hear her sing when you’re running your mouth like that.” Again, his eyes don’t leave your body once. Kiri backs off and goes back to watching you.
The chorus hits a third time and this is where things get fun. Several different harmonies play at once, and you join Ariana in singing the falsettos. “You, you love it how I move you
You love it how I touch you
My one, when all is said and done
You'll believe God is a woman
And I, I feel it after midnight
A feelin' that you can't fight
My one, it lingers when we're done
You'll believe God is a woman, yeah, yeah” Kaminari, Kiri, Sero and Mina all erupt into cheers as you finish up the song, breathing heavily as you do so. You can’t help but smile wholeheartedly at the fact that you just sang God is a Woman with perfect pitch, while dancing and while high. Not to mention you totally flirted with Katsuki during the middle of it and he didn’t even blink while you locked eyes…
Holy shit you flirted with Katuski during the middle of the song and he didn’t break eye contact with you. What the fuck is going on?!
“You were amazing [Y/N]!! I didn’t know you could sing like that!”
“Haha, yeah,” you start to rub your neck and walk over to grab a glass of water.
“Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?” Denki nearly bursts with excitement as he strides next to you.
“I didn’t think it was relevant? I mean we’ve never really talked about it so I never brought it up.” They all agree with that statement to some extent. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, and you stumble a little when walking back to the couch.
“Fuck,” you attempt to speed over to the paper towels, but a hand stops you. Bakugou grabs some and cleans up what you spilled. “I’m pretty tired guys. I think I’m gonna head up.”
“No shit, you practically spilled your drink all over the damn floor.”
“It was just water, and I didn’t ask you to fuckin’ clean it up for me.” He growls in response, but continues to clean. Sero gets up from his spot.
“I’ll go ahead and make sure [Y/N] gets to bed okay. Who knows if she’ll pass out on the way up.”
“I’m taking her up. Sit down tape dispenser.” Bakugou’s gaze clashes against Sero’s, who looks more concerned. He looks to you for approval. Your heart, once again, is trying to pounce out of its cage, but you figure it’s just Katuski trying to go to bed without anyone stopping him this time. You nod slightly, and Sero sits back down.
After throwing away some soggy paper towels, Katsuki leads the way to the elevator and you both step in. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your head so you don’t face him fully.
“So where’d you learn to sing?” His voice is soft and calm. This is a side of him you’ve rarely seen, meaning that his is a very special moment and you sure as hell can’t fuck it up.
“My mom used to sing, so she taught me some when I was younger.” You glance at him, only to find that he’s staring right at you. Quickly you turn away and clear your throat.
“Well, it sounded good from where I was sitting.” You feel his vermillion eyes on you, but don’t look.
“Thank you.” The soft chime of the elevator indicates it’s time to get off, and you both proceed out and walk into the hallway. Much to your surprise, he continues to walk with you to the girls side of the dorms.
“Uhh, Bakugou-”
“Katsuki.” Your face is definitely a cherry, and your heart is skipping every other beat. Upon looking at him, he gives you a soft smile that makes your stomach and chest clech in adoration and pure love.
“Right… Katsuki, isn’t your dorm on the other side?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to see you off.” As of now, you reach your dorms door, and you’re forced to turn and face him fully.
“Well, thank you. I’m sorry movie night was ruined. I’ll be sure to make it up.” You bow slightly.
“Don’t worry about it. That movie was shitty anyways.” A small shade of pink rises on his cheeks, but you’re not sure if it’s actually him or your mind playing tricks on you.
“Have a good night Bakug- Katsuki.” You smile smally and he hums in approval. It’s now or never [Y/N]. Before he walks away, you place a hand on one of his checks and lightly kiss the other one. You rush to turn around and walk into your room, but before you can do that he catches your wrist.
“Go out with me.” His voice sounds worried, but it’s more of a statement than a question. The grip on your wrist isn’t tight by any means, which means he’s giving you the option to walk away. You turn slowly to face him, and see that his body is all tensed up. His eyes are laced with anticipation, worry and hopefulness.
“Yes.” It comes out more of breath than an actual word, but it gets the job done. His body visibly relaxes and he releases your wrist. 
“Thank fucking God. I thought you were going to say no.” He laughs, actually laughs. Again, one of those rare occurrences that you immediately soak in.
“Is it cause you thought Sero and I…?”
“Yeah. I was not happy about it.” This time you laugh.
“Mina told me. I thought for sure you weren’t gonna talk to either of us ever again.”
“Sero, maybe. You, no. I don’t think I could not listen to your annoying voice.”
“Ouch.. but thanks I guess?”
“Don’t mention it. Anyways, what the fuck were you guys talking about if you weren’t trying to hide that you were porking?” 
“Uhhh, well you probably won’t like it anyway, so I don’t know if I should say.” You rub your neck again.
“What the fuck?! We’re dating and now you won’t tell me shit?!”
“Dude, we haven’t even gone on a date do don’t say that ‘we’re dating’.” He grumbles.
“Just fucking tell me. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”
“You can’t tell anyone, okay? I could get into big trouble.”
“Just get on with it.”
“We were talking about smoking that sticky icky.” You pop an eyebrow up smuggly to see if he picked up what you were putting down.
“ ‘Sticky icky’? Is that seriously how you’re gonna break to me that you smoke weed?” He asks in disbelief. You laugh at his reaction. “Be grateful your cute or I would’ve dumped your ass right here right now.” Your glad no one else is in the dorms right now, because you cackling.
“Bro, we aren’t even a thing. Chill out.”
“Tch, we will be soon.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and the blush reappears on his face.
“Awww, that was cute.” You peck his cheek again and his face gets as red as his eyes. 
“Whatever.” A yawn racks your body.
“Okay, well I’m pretty tired so I'm gonna head to bed, but tomorrow we should talk about the date, yeah?”
“Why don’t we just go tomorrow?”
“Sure, it’s a Sunday so why not? What time?” You yawn again.
“How about you go to bed, and whenever you wake up and get ready is when we’ll go? I’ll be up before you anyways.” You sarcastically scoff.
“I’ll have you know that I get up at a reasonable hour. You just feel the need to get up early for God knows why.” You huff.
“Sure. Getting up at 11 in the morning is ‘reasonable’.” He air quotes.
“Do you know my sleep schedule?”
“No! I’m not a creep you weirdo.”
“Uhuh. Sure Katsuki.”
“Whatever! Go to fuckin’ bed so I can take you out tomorrow!” You giggle and, for a third time, grab his face and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Night.” Then you disappear into your room. You see the shadow of his feet in front of your door, but they move on after a couple of seconds. Your mind races about what just happened in the last 10 minutes and how you weren’t even thinking for most of it. If you weren’t high, you don’t think you would’ve kissed his cheek and the rest wouldn’t have happened.
Lying down on your bed, you take a deep breath and let your body sink into the mattress. Whatever tension was left has dissipated leaving you in a state of total relaxation. Slowly, your mind bleeds into a dream realm where you can’t wait for tomorrow to come.
“Fuck, Sero still has my wax pen!”
150 notes · View notes
firstbook · 5 years
Text
2018 Proved Black Kids Read (And White Kids Read Books With Black Leads)
Tumblr media
"The Hate U Give” book and film have made it crystal clear that not only do black kids read, white kids (and adults!) will read books with a black lead.
A black female lead, at that.
199 notes · View notes
bibilium · 4 years
Link
Release the Donkey - Short Story
1 note · View note
thatweirdchick147 · 6 years
Text
I 100% didn’t realize I was tagged in this but like I’m honoured?! Thank you @trashpandabarnes
RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations and tag 9 people
AIR: I have small hands - I love the night sky - I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by - I drink herbal tea - I wake up to dawn - The smell of dust is comforting - I’m valued for being wise - I prefer books to music - I meditate - I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE: I don’t have straight hair - I like to wear ripped jeans - I play an organized sport - I love dogs - I am not scared of adventure - I love to talk to strangers - I always try new foods - I enjoy road trips - Summer is my favourite season - My radio is always playing
WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists - I love the bustle of the city - I have more than one set of piercings - I read poetry - I love the sound of a thunderstorm- I want to travel the world - I sleep past midnight most days - I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs - I re-watch kids’ shows out of nostalgia - I see emotions in colors (and) words
EARTH: I wear glasses - I enjoy doing the laundry - I am vegetarian or vegan - I have an excellent sense of time - My humor is very cheerful - I am a valued advisor to my friends - I believe in true love - I love the chill of mountain air - I’m always listening to music - I am highly trusted by the people in my life
AETHER: I go without make up in daily life - I make my own art work - I keep on track of my tasks and time - I always know true North - I see beauty in everything - I can always smell flowers - I smile at everyone I pass by - I always fear history repeating itself - I have recovered from a mental disorder - I can love unconditionally
Side note: please don’t feel obligated to do this, these are just some of the blogs I frequent🤷‍♀️
Tagged: @lokissoul @madmadmilk @marvelouspeterparker @buckysforeverprincess @storiesforall @onlytomholland
4 notes · View notes
fijiangecko · 5 years
Text
Masterlist!
Here is the FULL masterlist since I’ve been on tumblr. It goes all the way back to 2015, and I’ve had some name changes since then. The most recent stuff will be at the top. To clarify, this is list is only published stories. No imagines and no quick writing requests are on this list. I’m going to make a different master list of those because there are so many of them. Enjoy!
2019
High Notes - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
2018
Fucked It Up Part 2 - Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader
Fucked It Up - Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader
Let Me Work - Poe Dameron x Reader
Avoiding the One You Love - Luke Skywalker x Reader
Something More - Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader
Thermodynamics - Peter Parker x Reader
Drawings Not Doodles Part 2 - Peter Parker x Reader
Drawings Not Doodles - Peter Parker x Reader
2015
Late Night Whiskey - Sam Winchester x Reader
A Sort-of Body Swap - Castiel x Reader
Old, Dirty, Abandoned Warehouse - Dean Winchester x Reader
Bobby’s House Part 2 - TFW x Reader
Certain Feelings for Certain People - Castiel x Reader
Never Quit - Dean Winchester x Reader
With You - Dean Winchester x Reader
A Night Under the Stars - Sam Winchester x Reader
Bobby’s House - TFW x Reader
His True Lover - Dean Winchester x Reader
Lover’s and Anchor’s - Dean Winchester x Reader
Glad you’re Here Now - Dean Winchester x Scared!Reader
Why Wait?! - Dean Winchester x Sick!Reader
81 notes · View notes
firstbook · 6 years
Link
Listen in as First Book staffer Yikari Matsuyama and author Hena Khan join @PhilandCompany to discuss the importance of diverse and inclusive books
5 notes · View notes
shannonhale · 9 years
Text
Stories for all: author Margaret Stohl
DON'T ASSUME MY GENDER
My fourteen-year-old, green-haired, artist of a daughter is dressing as a gender-bending Spock for Halloween. There are no Spock dresses; she is sewing it herself. This is a surprise to no one. Sometimes my kid dresses like a “boy.” Sometimes she dresses at a “girl.” She sees gender as a spectrum and sexuality as fluid, and isn’t afraid to tell you either of those things. These ideas did not come from me, though I embrace them. My daughter is part of what I think of as the Tumblr generation, a universe of middle schoolers who are growing up in constant communication with each other, and who define themselves in terms of specific fandoms and individual self-expressions, particular memes and re-imagined cosplay themes.
In my daughter’s world, gender rules are different. In one of her favorite popular fandoms, Steven Universe has three de-facto “moms,” and Gems like Steven can combine and re-combine into powerful partnerships regardless of their gender.
Even my daughter’s language is different. She wants to “marry” both Foggy and Matt Murdock from Daredevil, and isn’t afraid to tell you that, in the same way she isn’t afraid to try out “boy” eyebrows in brown eyeliner on her face. On the first day of school this year—at an admittedly arty, liberal private school in an urban environment—she wrote DON’T ASSUME MY GENDER on her arm in Sharpie. Nobody bullied her; in fact, one of the senior girls told her she thought she was cool.
She is cool, but so is the kid that could say that. Why can’t we all be that cool? Our world changes every day. Why can’t we let it? Why can’t we admit it? All we have left to do, as parents and teachers and educators and grown-ups, is to follow our children’s lead.
Why should a bookshelf be more rigid than reality?
Sometimes I want to borrow my daughter’s Sharpie and write DON’T ASSUME MY GENDER on every book in the Middle Grade or Young Adult shelves. Books shouldn’t be less gender-fluid than the kids who read them. Growing up, even I identified with Holden Caulfield, Ponyboy, and both Murray siblings, Charles Wallace and Meg. When Pam Ling and Tessa Roper and I held our Dark is Rising fan club under the steps of the classroom bungalow in third grade, we all wanted to be the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, what Susan Cooper considered the most powerful of her magical race of ancient Old Ones. It never even occurred to me that there would be a gender issue there, because we were Will Stanton, all of us. We knew what it was like to be him, because we had been him, for as long as we’d read the books.
My latest book, BLACK WIDOW: FOREVER RED, out this week, has three main characters and three POV’s. Two are female and one is male. Is it 2/3 a girl book? Or 1/3 a boy book? How do we define either one of those labels? All three characters are equally heroic. All three kick major butt. All three write their own destiny, star in their own story arc, rescue themselves and each other on any given page.
At YALLFEST and YALLWEST, two book festivals I work with, Veronica Roth invented a panel called “STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS UGH!” In other words, it’s the WHY DO WE STILL NEED TO HAVE THIS PANEL PANEL. In the same way, when Shannon asked me to contribute to this week of posting, I thought -- books are for everyone. Of course they are. Why do we still need to write a post about that?
DON’T ASSUME A BOOK’S GENDER.
Maybe I can’t write that on all the books, so I’ll try to write it into your brain. Because my kid may not be the norm but the truth she is trying to articulate is far bigger than just one Vulcan in a dress.
She’s a person.
People are people.
Books are books.
Readers are readers.
Stories are everyone.
———————
Margaret Stohl is the #1 New York Times Bestselling co-author of the BEAUTIFUL CREATURES Novels and DANGEROUS CREATURES novels, as well as the author of BLACK WIDOW: FOREVER RED (Marvel YA), and the ICONS Novels. Prior to becoming an author, Margaret worked in the video game industry as a writer and lead designer for sixteen years. She is also the co-founder of YALLFEST (Charleston, SC) and YALLWEST (Santa Monica, CA), two of the biggest kid/teen book festivals in the country. An alumnus of Amherst College, Stanford University, and Yale University, Margaret lives in Santa Monica with her family, two rescue cats, and two bad beagles.
183 notes · View notes
meganfblakemore · 9 years
Text
Stories for All
I am so excited that Shannon Hale is highlighting the issue of gender and reading for children for many reasons, not the least of which is that I get to talk about my middle school book group again. When I started my previous job as a middle school librarian, I also started a new book club. It was open to everyone, but the kids who showed up for the first meeting were mostly fifth graders. They were also, to my surprise, mostly boys. Like 80% boys. And the first book they wanted to read? The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. We read A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle, which naturally led to Rebecca Stead’s When You Reach Me. We read books by Ellen Booraem, Erin Dionne, Jean Craighead George, and Suzanne Collins. We also read The Mysterious Benedict Society and The Maze Runner. Basically, we read whatever we could get our hands on, and I don’t once recall a conversation about “boy books” and “girl books.” They didn’t bring it up, so neither did I. We just read stories for all.
50 notes · View notes