#waking up to a friend with a strawberry tart

[mintesprig]

I just want to fall asleep on the couch in Leo’s apartment as good music plays on the record across the room

[calcifiedunderland]

The Prefect’s Kiss~

—When a Night Raven College’s housewarden falls under the Sleeping Curse, only one person can wake them up.

Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim al-Asim x gn! Reader

Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus ver.

“Oh! How terrible! Oh woe is me! How could this happen?!”

Crowley wailed at the news, sobbing fake tears beneath his mask. “What will I tell the parents?! The press?! How will I be able to afford vacation- I MEAN funding for my wonderful students?!”

Crewel rolled his eyes. He’d actually feel sorry for the Headmage if he was actually crying tears. The tissue clutched in Crowley’s fist was still dry.

Trein sighed, “this is the antidote recipe for Sleeping Death. Although, the materials are extremely hard to come by.” Crewel scanned the paper, noting the ingredients. “The recipe is possible, although they are quite expensive.” Crowley cringed, “how much will it be?” He screeched at the amount Trein said.

Meanwhile, Crewel muttered to himself. “The only other option is possibly true love’s kiss.” He looked up, “well, I’ll get the ingredients first thing in the-“ He stopped. Where Crowley was standing, was now a few black feathers fluttering down to the carpet. Crewel’s face fell, “oh no…”

In Ramshackle dorm, the Headmage chuckled nervously, sweating. You stared in disbelief, “I… honestly can’t believe that happened?” You were beyond shocked to hear that a Housewarden of all students had been knocked out with Sleeping Death. Crowley nodded wisely, “And I have decided to generously ask you to do the honors!”

“Huh?!” You stared incredulously at the Headmage as he ushered you out the door. He looked cheerful, “ah, aren’t I so gracious? I’m reuniting you with your true love!” You stared at him, jaw dropped, “HUH?!”

Riddle Rosehearts

♥️ The Headmage’s speech about True Love’s Kiss echoed in your head. You’d admitted to your friends that you had just a tiny, itty-bitty crush on your beloved Teapot-Tyrant. You didn’t know if he’d ever like you back, even though Ace swore up and down that Riddle gave you special treatment when you, Ace, and Deuce got into trouble (aka gently scolding you while they got collared and yelled at)

♥️ You didn’t want to give yourself false hope, even though you got butterflies every time Riddle personally waited on you during Unbirthday Parties and offered to tutor you when you didn’t understand something. If only you didn’t look away every time you got flustered, then you see the sweet blush on Riddle’s face and the gentle look he’d give you when you were together.

♥️ Now, you stared at the boy in front of you. Your beloved hothead-redhead looked too peaceful to be under a sleeping curse. You deadpanned at Ace and Deuce. “Explain.”

♥️ Apparently, while the two of them were messing around in the botanical gardens, they dropped some draught into Trey’s strawberry plants. And Trey baked the strawberries into a tart for Riddle. It was just your luck that your two beloved idiots had Sleeping Death as their potion.

You rubbed your temples. Deuce held his head in his hands. “The Housewarden will be so furious,” Ace said in a daze. Cater nodded solemnly, tucking his phone away, “your heads’ll be off quicker than you can say Magicam.”

“And they’ll be permanently off if you don’t leave them now.” Trey’s aura made them bustle out of the room, and Cater flashed you a little kissy face before leaving after Trey. You turned back to Riddle, sitting next to him. You gently cupped his cheek, brushing his bangs away from his face.

Even though you wanted to do it so many times before, thought of kissing him made you nervous. Especially when he could never wake up. Still, you leaned forward.

“Please wake up Riddle, I’ll miss you too much” you begged, before gently pressing your lips against his. You lingered there for a few seconds, before gasping and pulling away when you felt him move. Riddle’s eyes were wide open and staring at you, his face growing red. “P-prefect?! What is the meaning of this?!”

You threw your arms around Riddle, who dazedly hugged you back. Ace and Deuce fell through the door, and Cater and Trey rushed in. Deuce grabbed Ace and forced him down, bowing before Riddle, “we’re sorry, Housewarden! It won’t happen again!” Riddle looked at Trey and Cater in confusion, who explained “you were under the Sleeping Curse thanks to these two.”

You felt Riddle tense under you, and you pulled away. You cupped his cheek gently as he grit his teeth, “deal with them later, ok? Just rest,” you kissed his cheek and Riddle’s anger fizzled out as Ace and Deuce ran out of them room. Cater chuckled as he and Trey left, “we’ll leave you two lovebirds!” He sneakily snapped a photo, with you and Riddle wrapped in each others arms gazing at each other. He dm’ed you the photo, #truelove’skiss #finallythesetwoaretogether #getaroom

Azul Ashengrotto

💜 The Mostro Lounge was still running normally thanks to Jade. It seemed that only him and Floyd knew that Azul was under the Sleeping Curse. The entire dorm might revolt against working if they knew their Housewarden was cursed. The thought made you giggle, despite your growing nervousness of your crush being cursed.

💜 It was a long shot that Azul would like you. After all, more often than not you caused a lot of trouble for him. But still, you supposed you did get more discounts than the average student. And Azul did seem more keen on roping you into contracts, but somehow your end of the ‘deal’ wasn’t as harsh as others…

💜As Jade lead you into Azul’s bedroom, you asked what happened. Somehow, one of his edible mushrooms had been watered with Sleeping Death. They were making new dishes for the menu, and Azul accidentally ate it. You supposed they knew who spilled the potion into Jade’s precious mushrooms - you saw Ace and Deuce being worked to the bone in the kitchens.

💜“I’ll leave you two,” Jade looked worried when you first arrived, but somehow he looked amused as shut the door.

In the watery lighting of Azul’s room, the quietness felt loud as you remembered the Headmage’s words. You had to kiss him. He was your true love. You brushed Azul’s hair from his face, “are you?” You wondered out loud.

For a while, you tried to squash the growing feelings you had for him. But you couldn’t help but get flustered when he smiled so charmingly at you. And the way he’d offer you anything, anything Prefect please accept this, probably in a guilty attempt to ‘repay’ you. But deep down, you knew there was only one way you wanted him to repay you.

Despite yourself, you felt a lump in your throat as you watched Azul sleep. You grit your teeth. “You can put me in any contract you want. Whatever the price for this is, I-I’ll pay it,” you bit your lip, “just wake up, Azul.” And you pressed your lips to his before you could back down.

You couldn’t hear anything over your heartbeat loud in your ears, as you watched his chest move upwards while he breathed in deeply. His eyes snapped open, and immediately he focused on you, albeit blurry. Still, he could recognize you anywhere.

“Prefect?” Azul’s voice was raspy, and he frantically felt the nightstand for his glasses, “wh-what are you doing here?!” Your mouth flopped open but no sound came out. You stared at each other as Azul shoved his glasses on his face while scrambling to sit up. “A-AZUL!” You said too loudly, “you’re awake!” You both probably would’ve stayed there, staring, for the rest of the year when the door slammed open.

“Azuuuul~” Floyd ran in. “Guess ya finally woke up~ ” Jade sauntered in, and you could see relief in his face. “Yes,” Jade smirked at Azul, “it’s a good thing Prefect was here, isn’t it?”

Azul turned pink, and mercifully the twins seemed to think he’d had enough. They looked at each other with a grin, and excused themselves. You found yourself smiling shyly at Azul. “Are you feeling okay?” Azul seemed spaced out, but he snapped back to focus on you. He gulped.

“On account that you’re my… true love,” Azul took a deep breath, “perhaps you’d like to sign a contract now?”

Kalim al-Asim

🧡 The Headmage had barely said anything before Jamil slammed down your door and grabbed your wrist, hauling you straight to Scarabia. You’d never seen Jamil so stressed, ever. Crowley promptly abandoned you, wailing that he had to “go appease the parents.”

🧡 You could at least see why he was upset. The al-Asim’s were no regular family, after all. And neither was Kalim. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought. Bright, bubbly Kalim laying in bed under the Sleeping Curse. It didn’t matter how rich he was, how could someone do that to him?

🧡 Maybe it was because of how everyone at NRC was, but you’d come to appreciate Kalim. It wasn’t a stretch to say you enjoyed his company - whether it was him dragging you out on midnight carpet rides, or out to a party. His smile made the chaos bearable.

🧡 You never hid how happy he made you, especially so during his parties. Kalim always made sure to play your favorite songs, but you never noticed his smile widen when he saw you dance. You always looked so carefree, like a bird in flight. He always beamed when he got you to relax and have fun.

Jamil wasted no time dropping you off at Kalim’s room. “Just… please, I-” He swallowed thickly, before nodding at you. “I’ll leave you be.” He closed the door, and you slowly made your way to Kalim. He was laying among a dozen pillows, the with a few rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains. You sighed and sat next to him.

Scarabia felt downright somber without the sunniness of their Housewarden. Kalim’s usually smiling face was now devoid of any emotion. It bothered you more than you thought, to see Kalim with a neutral expression. You idly twisted a lock of his hair. The air felt thick without him to lighten the mood.

You didn’t want to think about never seeing Kalim again. Ever. “The dorm feels empty without you, Kalim,” you gently stroked his cheek, begging “you have to wake up to make it come back to life.” Softly you kissed him, closing your eyes tightly. You hovered there for a second, and pulled away with a gasp when you felt movement.

Kalim began stretching, still laying on the bed. “Mmh? Prefect?” he sat up with a small yawn, “What are you doing here?” He suddenly gasped, ruby eyes brightening. “Did we have a sleepover?! I totally forgot!”

You burst into laughter, feeling your eyes grow wet. You launched yourself at Kalim, both of you falling back onto the bed. Kalim hugged you back tightly, “Huh? What’s this about? Don’t cry, Prefect - I’m here!”

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I finally got some free time so here’s the fic three months late oops

Thanks for reading!!! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated, I hope you enjoyed 😄 the rest of the housewardens should be posted soon!

Take care shrimpies~ ✨ calci

[angelsdean]

Happy Birthday, Dean!

Another year gone by, another year worth celebrating. Dean wakes up to Cas holding him close, gravel voice rumbling "Happy Birthday, Dean," and pressing a kiss to his temple.

Later, friends and family gather with gifts and goodies to celebrate Dean. Jack and Eileen make rice crispy treats. Donna brings a cake. And Cas bakes his annual pie. Strawberry Rhubarb this year. Ambitious.

"Alright, let's see how you did, sweetheart," Dean says.

Cas presses his hands together in prayer as Dean cuts in and another photo is snapped.

"Uh...." The knife won't go through. "Did you...forget to grease the pan?"

"...Goddammit."

"Hey, hey, no big. Who needs a bottom crust anyway?"

Dean shovels a vaguely slice-shaped piece onto his plate and pops a forkful into his mouth. And whew boy, that's tart!

"What's that face?" Cas asks as Sam snickers.

"Nothin', it's great, Cas." Dean grins and takes another bite, Cas doesn't look too convinced. "Seriously, try it." He holds out his fork for Cas.

Cas chews, contemplating, then says very seriously, "It's delicious."

Then, the gifts are opened. A Scooby-Doo coloring book and various pins from Jack, with Scooby wrapping paper to match. Novelty pizza socks from Jody and Donna. Matching shirts from Sam -- "You'll never lose him again." Dr. Sexy Convention tickets from Cas, plus a private gift to open later. And finally, Eileen's gift wrapped in pink cowboy wrapping paper (Jack's second choice).

"What the fresh hell is this--?" A custom calendar. Filled with embarrassing photos of Dean from the 90s. "Eileen! Where the hell did you get these pictures from?"

"Sam helped. Some were from Bobby. Others we had to hunt down. Did you know Dean Winchester the serial killer has a small but dedicated following online? Some true crime fangirls found a bunch of your yearbook photos. You also modeled?"

Dean's ears go pink. "Yeah, yeah. It was just a way to make some quick cash. Never thought it'd come back to haunt me."

"You look cute!" says Eileen. Dean rolls his eyes, but gets up to hug her and signs 'thank you.'

All and all, it's a great day and he's so grateful to be alive, free, and surrounded by the people he loves.

(shameless product placement -- @jarchaeology's 2025 Calendar, get yours if you haven't already)

[hellaarknight]

Friends to lovers trope with Nanami

Friend Nanami who always brings you your favourite pastry from the bakery you two met at. Friend Nanami who cherishes the memory of your first encounter when you advised him that the vanilla strawberry tart is the best piece ever made in the history of pastries. He had to agree after trying it, wanting to taste something else rather than the classic pain au chocolate he always got. Friend Nanami who got a little more excited to frequent that bakery after meeting you. Your enthusiasm and cheekiness rubbed on him from that first encounter. He is not sure why. Friend Nanami who gives you a hand when you're moving apartments. Friend Nanami who is shocked to find out that you can see curses and were a sorcerer yourself, but gave up on it „It just wasn't my cup of tea, you know? I prefer a more easy life, less bloody. It was giving it up or killing the higher-ups honestly.” Friend Nanami who is teased by his coworker Gojo Satoru when he brings you to an outing with his students. Friend Nanami who rolls his eyes at Gojo's remarks but asks you to forgive his other friend. Your little giggles, melt his heart and soften his gaze, a detail that only Gojo notices. Friend Nanami who suddenly feels the need to protect you all the time. It is not that he doesn't know why, but he doesn't want to ruin this friendship that he cherishes so much by his feelings. Friend Nanami who is quite taken aback when you drunken confess the feelings your heart has hidden so well until now. Friend Nanami who brings you home, tucks you in, and waits on the sofa until the morning to make sure you ok. He also repeats your words in his head over and over again. Just to be sure that he understood you correctly. Friend Nanami who cooks you breakfast and tells you to take your time once you wake up. Friend Nanami who tells you that he reciprocates your feelings and would like to pursue you romantically. Boyfriend Nanami who's more than happy when you kiss him to make it official. Boyfriend Nanami who takes you to dinner to celebrate the relationship, always makes sure that you are comfortable and know how much you're loved.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 37

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 34, part 35, part 36

The house is quiet when Dustin wakes up. Which isn’t unusual here. With how big the house is, and how little people lived in it, it was always somewhat quiet. But there were more people here than normal, so he was expecting it to be louder.

They must all still be asleep.

He wanders out of the guest bedroom that he claimed for when he stayed over. Down the hall to the guest bathroom. Hearing the gentle snores from Steve’s bedroom. Letting Dustin know that he’s still there.

Wayne bumps into him when Dustin leaves the bathroom. Softly apologizing before shutting the door. The shower starting to run.

Dustin goes to the kitchen. Thinking he could eat some of the cereal that he likes but his mom doesn’t buy that much. A box of it always in Steve’s pantry.

The kitchen’s not empty when Dustin walks in. Nancy sitting at the island, drinking coffee while reading a book.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” he says. Digging through the pantry to find the cereal.

“Me and Robin stayed over last night.”

Dustin’s used to Nancy being a part of his life. He was his best friend’s sister, after all. But that was like a completely different section. Tied to certain places in his life. This was the different sect of his life. Steve and Robin, until spring break, were one half. The party was the other. Now they seem to be coming together a lot more.

Not that he’s complaining. He likes it when the people he loves get along. Act as one big group instead of tiny separate ones. It takes some getting used to.

Robin comes down the stairs when the cereal in Dustin’s bowl gets soggy. Immediately beelining for the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. Making it to her liking. Not saying anything until half of it’s drained.

“The fact that you look that good this early in the morning should be a crime,” she says toward Nancy’s direction.

Nancy who was completely dressed, hair pulled back with some clips. Carefully composed like she always is. While Robin stands in what Dustin’s sure is one of Steve’s old t-shirts and a pair of shorts with the drawstring taken out. Hair tangled and puffy.

“Not my fault you are the worst morning person.”

The minute those words are said, Wayne comes down the stairs, gets himself a cup of coffee, and immediately walks back out again. Nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgement.

“I can’t be worse than that,” Robin jokes.  

Robin sets her coffee down, going to root around in the pantry before emerging with a pack of strawberry pop-tarts.

“You are not.” Nancy finishes her coffee. Going over to the sink to wash out the mug. “Is Steve still asleep, he’s normally up by now.”

“He was when I left,” Robin mutters over a mouthful of a pop-tart. Too impatient to wait for them both to be toasted. One in the toaster while she eats the other one dry.

Dustin’s stopped questioning why Robin and Steve share a bed sometimes a long time ago. They have some weird friendship that he will never understand.

“I saw him take some migraine pills last night,” she continues. “I think another big one is coming.”

Nancy sighs. “It has been like a month since the last one.”

“Yeah, I just thought it would start getting better again. Like last time.”

“Well last time he wasn’t strangled twice and had to get a blood transfusion.”

Dustin doesn’t always know what’s going on with Steve’s health. Always kept in the dark for longer than he should. Definitely longer than he wants to be. It was something, if he had the direct control over, he would learn about immediately. So he could track it. Know when to chill down and ask someone else for a ride.

But instead, he’s none the wiser about Steve’s migraines. Always missing “the big one” that apparently happens every month. Because no one ever tells him about it until Steve is MIA for a few days. Called off work to sit in his bedroom, alone. No one but Robin coming over to make sure that he doesn’t die.

Which sure, that one makes sense, he guesses. Who else, other than Robin, would do that? Or who would Steve feel comfortable with doing that?

It would just make Dustin feel better if he knew about them. So he wasn’t so out of loop. He wasn’t some dumb kid anymore who saw Steve as this badass figure higher than everyone else. He knew that there were debilitating cracks under the surface. Knows that sometimes, Steve can’t be the one to fight.

And that was ok. Someone else could take the load for a while. Watch over everyone. It didn’t need to just be Steve’s job. It could be someone else’s job for a while.

A door creaks open down the hall. Thuds of crutches echoing through. Before a second door opens and shuts.

Eddie was awake. Out of the hospital. Here. It still didn’t feel real.

Dustin finally gets up to pour the tinted milk down the drain and wash out his bowl. Adding it to the dish rack, but not leaving the kitchen. Waiting to see Eddie. Proof that he’s really here.

A few minutes later, Eddie comes down the hall. Wincing slightly with every step. “Morning,” he says with a grunt. Sliding onto one of the barstools.

“Morning,” Nancy replies. “Can I get you anything?”

“Coffee,” Eddie says almost immediately. “And probably some water, so I can take my meds. Has Wayne been down yet, I’m pretty sure he still has all of them.”

Nancy sets a cup of coffee in front of Eddie. With a small container of sugar and the creamer.

“I can go ask him,” Dustin suggests. Happy to help. Already moving out of the kitchen before anyone can stop him.

Lucky for him, Wayne isn’t hard to find. Halfway down the stairs in different clothes. “You need something?”

“Yeah, Eddie was looking for his meds.”

Wayne nods, turning around and heading back up the stairs. He comes back down with a few brown paper bags, each one with a different slip of paper stapled to the outside. They walk back to the kitchen.

“You need to eat something before you take these,” Wayne cuts to the chase. “Coffee won’t cut it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Hands shaking slightly as lifts the mug to his lips. “What do you have?” he asks in the direction of Nancy and Robin.

“Pop-tarts, cereal, I think some bagels, if not that then toast, fancy jams,” Robin rattles off, the list getting longer.

“Some toast is fine.”

Robin nods. Grabbing some bread from the bag on the counter and popping it in the toaster.

Steve finally makes his way downstairs. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. He looks miserable. He bypasses the group of people in his kitchen, heading straight to the cabinet for a glass. Filling it with water and pulling a pill bottle from his pocket.

Robin gets close to him. Bumping her shoulder against his. Steve shakes his head, slowly. She nods and goes to close the kitchen blinds.

Eddie stares at Steve like he isn’t allowed to look. A mix of concern and confusion in his expression. Only interrupted when Nancy slides the plate of toast to him, asking if he wanted anything on it.

“Robin said there were fancy jams?”

Something reminiscent of a scoff comes from Steve. “They’re not that fancy,” he slurs.

Robin snorts. “It’s not generic. Therefore fancy.”

Nancy pulls out a raspberry jam from the fridge. “My family uses the same kind. It’s not fancy.”

Everyone keeps looking over at Steve. Waiting for him to move. He just stands there, white knuckling the countertop. Robin tries to touch his arm, but he shrugs it off.

“Give it a second,” he mutters under his breath.

She nods again. Pulling more bread out of the bag and sticking it in the toaster. The setting lighter than he normally likes it.

The only sound that happens in the next few minutes is the slight crunch of Eddie eating, and the pop of the toaster. Robin gets some butter out of the fridge and puts some on each slice. Careful not to rip through the pieces.

With a deep exhale, Steve turns around. Leaning against the counter behind him and grabbing the plate she hands him. Ripping apart the toast into small bites.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks Eddie.

Eddie looks surprised that he asked him anything. “Good. Much better than a hospital bed. Bigger too, that was nice.”

“Sorry I didn’t have anything better for breakfast. I was planning on making something, but-.” He trails off. The obvious staying unsaid.

“That’s fine. I don’t eat much in the morning’s anyway.”

Steve nods. Placing his plate on the counter. About a half a slice of the toast left. “I won’t be around that much to help you get settled in. I was supposed to close tonight, but I’ll probably end up calling out.”

“If you’re about to apologize for that, don’t.” Eddie stares at Steve with an expression that Dustin can’t quite read. “You don’t have to apologize for things that aren’t your fault.”

Steve pauses. Taking a second to stop himself, reset what he was going to say. “If you need anything, Rob should know where it is. And if not, I’ll just be in my room.”

All Eddie does is reply with a small nod. Then Steve is walking out of the kitchen with Robin in tow.

(i forgot to post yesterday because i got fixated on a new knitting project, no joke i worked on it for like six hours straight)

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Day 13: Dreams

Characters:

Sun Wukong

For an immortal his dreams have been the same for centuries although they have changed just a bit after the journey and it was not a happy change. Before they were a mix of exciting adventures with his subjects on Flower Fruit Mountain and the many memories that he had with his brothers and the monk. He woke up with a fond fuzzy feeling and a happy way to start his mornings. Although life as an immortal is forever so he was doomed to watch as his brothers and master died, leaving him with loss and grief that seemed never-ending. His nightmares changed into the fights he wished he never had (not just with his enemies but his brothers too), the memory of killing his best friend and brother, and Erlang burning his home. Now with you and the others, his dreams have changed for the better and the worse but his nightmares have lessened now that he’s no longer alone. Many are about spending time with you doing various things or just simply cuddling and others are showing around FFM but his nightmares now have changed to not just losing his brother and brothers but you too. Just make sure to reassure him.

Sonic

Before he was thrown into human society, his dreams were the one place where he could imagine what living publically in Green Hills might be like and what his relationships with Donut Lord, Pretzel Lady, and Crazy Carl would be like. They were happy and the best thing he had at the time but there can’t be light without darkness. Some others were nightmares about Longclaw’s death and reminding him that he ran away from the person who raised him and loved him. These nightmares haunted him for days and left him crying in his cave wishing he was back home. Although now he had a home and a new family (of course he couldn’t ever forget Longclaw) with his mom and dad and best of all his two brothers. It was weird at first since Knuckles had tried to kill him but they all got over it and became real siblings in no time. Now his dreams were of happy adventures he’d go on with his family, and sometimes he would battle Eggman occasionally with Shadow, his frenemy/ally/who knows. Best of yet many involve you, some of them involve him not being able to save you in time or you suddenly finding him weird and others are more happy like going on a road trip or adventure with him and having a movie night with you.

Riddle

Many of his dreams are double sided with half of them being nightmares of his childhood and his mother isolating him from the world to focus purely on his academics. The other half are happy joyful dreams involving unbirthdays, eating strawberry tarts, and memories of being with you. The person who lit up his life and made him see that emotions could be just as important if not more than academics and grades (Trey and Carter thank you). A handful of them are typical strange dreams like his teeth falling out during an important event or his horse turning into a flamingo during an equestrian race. Those are the ones that he wakes up confused for a couple of minutes and wonders what is going on in his mind.

[innocentlymacabre]

DUE NORTH: VIGNETTES / 9

A cozy urban fantasy about two best friends who move to the pocket of eccentricity and magic that is Due North

Producing a knife from one of her jacket pockets, Alecia made a small, sharp cut in the packaging of one of the two, scooping up the pills before they could hit the ground. She crushed the edge of one of them and sucked on the produced powder, testing its strength and pocketing the rest.

“What? Still don’t think I’m good for it?”

“I don’t think you’re smart enough for it, J. Twice now you’ve been duped into bringing me candy. Not even the good kind. Ended up giving it away with meals at the diner both times.”

“Hey, twice in – shit, how long has it been? Whatever. Twice in however many years is still pretty damn good!” he protested.

“Yeah, well, I’d just like to make sure it’s not thrice. But yeah, you’re good for it this time.” She reached into another pocket and produced a wad of cash. Jasper took it with an exaggerated bow, Alecia’s response to which was to roll her eyes, and unloaded the two packages before closing the trunk and walking back to the driver’s seat.

“Fix that headlight, J,” Alecia called out. “Can’t count on me for light on your other routes.”

“Bye Alecia!” came the singsong reply as he sped off into the night.

↝✧↝

Berto, true to himself woke up well after noon. Bella, most untrue to herself, woke up even after him, having chosen to finish moving in after dinner the previous night. After a decidedly most undignified wake up, as Bella had so elegantly put it, Berto dragged the pair of them to a bookshop simply named Deluca’s. He raved about it the entire way there, claiming it was half the reason he moved to Due North at all.

Large glass double doors stood front and centre, opposite the canal that ran through the town. Small tables lined the two storefronts it occupied, its wonderfully comfortable light spilling out onto the pavement in front. Postcards hung from near invisible strings, each one unlike its neighbours, boasting fantastical narratives and landscapes dipping in and out of reality.

Overlapping scents floated around inside, books, new and old, mingling lively with fresh-baked cakes and pastries; the quietest music, soft around the edges, piggybacked on the aromas. Rows of books lined the front half of the store, some simply stacked on shelfs, some on painted carousels, others on platters hanging from the ceiling, and still other, ludicrously expensive ones, behind glass cases. The latter half boasted the most impressive patisserie either one of Berto or Bella had seen (“And I did a year in Paris!” Bella remarked). Lines of pastries, macaroons, puffs, breads, doughnuts, waffles, and more streaked down the enormous glass casing, leaving the two of them instantly famished, despite having eaten only half an hour ago.

Alia Deluca herself manned the counter, introducing herself proudly. It wasn’t arrogant pride, Berto noted silently, even though, looking around, she had every right to be. Rather, it was indulgent and her smile warm and welcoming, inviting you to enjoy with her.

Bella ordered a black coffee with a plain muffin and Berto, with a little more than a little difficulty, managed to ask for a strawberry tart and an iced coffee. Bella thought she glimpsed something vaguely bear-like in the kitchen while placing her order, but then kicked herself for making fun of someone’s body.

“Such a vanilla order,” Berto chided once they were seated. The sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing, and the riverbank glittered with fish merrily making their way about, so they took a table outside.

“What? Afraid I embarrassed you in front of your new little friend?”

“What?” Berto cried incredulously.

“Oh please, you could barely make it to the end of that order!”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he firmly negated, smiling slightly nonetheless.

Bella would have perhaps been less focused on teasing Berto if they had sat inside. For all the attention they spent on the bookshop itself, they had completely neglected the patrons, a mere glance at whom would have proved to be a rather useful introduction for the oncoming evening.

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MEMORIES AND FAMILY - A TLOU X FEM!READER

Tags: angst, violence, weapons (bombs and shit), little bit of blood, Ellie being sassy, Joel being southern, reader has southern accent, the entire hospital sequence (Marlene being an asshole), Joel being a grumpy old man, nightmares (very very brief), Ellie hating coffee

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WORD COUNT: 2.5K

Age rec: 15+?? Idk it’s my first time

summary: the end of tlou p1 but you’re in it! oh, and there’s a bit of romantic tension but we’ll ignore it, right?

a/n: hiii, it’s bitter! I’m so glad to share this with yall, and I’m also really nervous. please don’t hate (but constructive criticism is encouraged). I hope you enjoy this, and also, that mark watney fanfic is coming I swear!!!!

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MEMORIES AND FAMILY

prologue (part one of idk)

‘S okay, you’re safe, you’re safe.

You breathed heavily, panicked as yet another nightmare jolted you awake. Joel held the back of your head, whispering reassurances that the clickers that ripped your arteries out were just a part of your permanently anxious subconscious. You looked at your best friend, tears brimming in your eyes, yet you managed a weak, reassuring smile that you were better. 

Same nightmare? Joel asked. You nodded, breathing in through your nose. 

Yeah, but ‘s okay, Joel, she whispered, as to not wake Ellie. The teenage redhead stirred slightly, rolling over in her sleeping bag. 

You sure, sweet pea? Joel asked. You nodded. 

We’re in the middle o’ nowhere, Joel. No clickers gonna find us here. Joel rolled his eyes and sighed, nodding at her to signal she should fall asleep. You lied back down, letting out a long breath before closing your eyes, the small fire crackling lowly. 

The next morning, the smell of stale coffee filled the forest air, and you woke up as Ellie groaned disgustedly.

 How do you drink this stuff? She covered herself with the blanket, trying to block the earthy smell from her nose. You sat up groggily, and smiled at Joel, who was busy mumbling grumpily under his breath about how coffee is the best thing anyone could ever drink and cooking a can of Chef Boyardee’s Ravioli on the makeshift camping stove. You yawned, and got up, rolling your sleeping bag up to prepare for another day of walking. 

C’mon, honey. ‘S time to get up. After we eat, we’re off. You said, nudging Ellie, who was still buried in her blanket. The teenager glared playfully at you before slowly rising, following suit as she put her stuff back in her pack. Joel whistled a high note from where he was cooking, and waved the two girls over.

 C’mon, eat before this food gets cold. Joel said, handing them both small travel plates filled with a rationed serving of the food. Ellie ate quickly, practically breathing in the pasta.

 Calm down, kiddo. Food ain’t goin’ anywhere. Joel laughed, and Ellie flipped him off playfully. 

It’s going in my stomach. She said, and Joel shrugged. You finished your food, smiling at the small family the three had become over the past 8 months. What started off as a simple job evolved into a bond that you didn’t  think could ever be replicated. After the group finished eating, they started again on their journey to find the Fireflies. For a while, the walk was quiet, save for the occasional stumble or painfully corny joke told by Ellie. 

Hey, I know you guys don’t really like talking about before, but what was your favorite food? Ellie asked curiously. You laughed, and Joel smiled. 

Our favorite food? Joel grinned, raising an eyebrow. Ellie sighed. 

Fine, sorry I asked, old man. You let out a low whistle. 

Wow, right for the jugular, huh, kid? You laughed. 

I don’ know about you, Joel, but I used to absolutely love Pop-Tarts. Ellie looked confused. 

What’s a Pop-Tart? You sighed dreamily, and looked up at the forest canopy. 

A Pop-Tart was this… packaged pastry. It had frosting on the top, an’ a filling inside. The best flavor was Strawberry, an’ no-one can tell me otherwise. You shook her head, smiling. Joel scoffed. 

Pop-Tarts were just straight sugar. Provided nothin’ for anyone’s health. You rolled your eyes. 

Oh, fine, Mr. Health Nut. What was your favorite food, then? You challenged him playfully. Joel sighed, thinking. 

Well, I’d hafta say the pancakes I used to get at the IHop near where my house was. They were softer than a cloud, an’ when you put syrup on them-

An’ you say I was unhealthy?

Hush up, will you? Never said I got ‘em every day.

Ellie smirked at the banter, and for a moment, it was as if they were simply on a camping trip, rather than a mission to potentially create a cure using Ellie’s blood.

A couple weeks later, the trio were walking through an old military camp from one of the first days of the Outbreak. You were quiet, your shoulders tensed. Ellie walked slightly ahead, and Joel walked with his best friend. 

You alright, sweet pea? He asked quietly. You nodded. 

Yeah, ‘m fine. Just.. ‘s weird bein’ here. Like a time capsule, but the size of a city block. You looked around. The tarp tents looked almost pathetic, in a way, as well as innocent. You scoffed, walking past the flimsy metal fence. 

Can’t believe we all thought we’d be safe in tarp tents. You shook your head, and Joel smiled softly. 

Yeah, I guess it is pretty ridiculous. The two went quiet, until Joel broke the silence again. 

Where were you? He asked. At your confused expression, he clarified his question. 

I mean, when the outbreak happened. You looked away, and at Ellie, who was looking at old binders. 

I was at home, in New Orleans. My mom left me an’ my 14-year old brother home alone while she went on a trip to Cancun with her boyfriend. I panicked, as we didn’t exactly have a car. We ended up packin’ one bag each an’ hopped on our bikes. We were goin’ as far as we could, an’ barely left the neighborhood when this Runner comes outta god-knows-where, an’ barrels into my brother. Instead o’ tryin’ to fight the said runner, I kept goin’ until I got to one o’ these camps like a coward. You went quiet, biting your lip to prevent the tears that threatened to fall. Joel put a hand on her shoulder. 

No, no, no, sweet pea. That ain’t your fault. You weren’ a coward. That’s another level o’ bravery. You couldn’t control where Runners came out from, or- or where your brother was at a specific moment in time. Joel said reassuringly, and Ellie walked over before you could respond.

 I think we’re getting close to the Fireflies, Joel. I found a stop sign with their symbol on it. Ellie said, jutting a thumb in the general direction of the said sign. You breathed in, looking at Joel and nodding. 

Well, let’s not keep ‘em waitin’, right? She said, smiling softly. Ellie smiled, and walked off, the two adults following her. Ellie turned back toward the two, and in her hand was No Pun Intended: Volume Too. 

I think, since I’m about to save the world, we need some jokes before I become too famous and never have time to talk to you two. Ellie grinned, and Joel rolled his eyes, nodding at her to continue. Ellie dramatically opened the book, clearing her throat.

People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow. She said, and you grimaced jokingly. 

Too soon? Ellie tilted her head. 

No, it’s topical, Joel butted in, smiling. Ellie flipped through a few other pages, until she grinned comically. 

Why did the scarecrow get an award? Ellie asked, looking expectantly at the two. Joel rolled his eyes. 

Uh… he was… outstanding in his field. Joel and you laughed at Ellie’s shocked expression. 

Did you read this? Ellie exclaimed incredulously. Joel shook his head, and you smiled. Suddenly, a click, followed by a hiss sounded behind them. Joel looked behind them, and spotted an air bomb. He quickly ducked, pushing you and Ellie to the ground as the boom filled the air, along with gas. You blinked, your ears ringing. You swore you heard Ellie yelling in the distance, but it sounded so far away. You started to get up, feeling dizzy, before you felt the hard butt of a gun connect with your skull.

You jolted awake, the overgrown outdoors replaced with an aged hospital room. You sat up, and Marlene sat in the chair, one leg up.

 Take it slow, You. My guys didn’t know who you were. You got hit pretty hard. You looked at Marlene, confused as to where Joel and Ellie were. 

Where am I? You asked, your voice hoarse. Marlene looked at the guard that stood at the door. 

St. Mary’s Hospital. She replied. You looked around.

Care to explain where Joel an’ Ellie are? She narrowed her eyes slightly. Marlene crossed her arms, matching her expression. 

Joel’s still asleep. As for Ellie.. she’s just starting to wake up. You looked at her for a moment. 

Can you take me to ‘em, or you gonna make me sit here an’ wait for the next moon landing? Marlene sighed. 

I can take you to Joel. But not Ellie. 

An’ why exactly is that?

Marlene closed her eyes. I don’t want her seeing anyone before surgery. She said the last word gently, almost meek in a way. You stood up. What the he- She was cut off by the guard, who pushed her to the ground. Marlene glared at him before nodding at the door. He took the hint and resumed his post. 

The doctors think that the cordyceps Ellie has have mutated. The cordyceps that tried infecting her when she got bit think she’s a cordycep, and it’s why she’s immune. If we can extract it from her, the doctors can replicate the mutation and- and make a cure. Your eyes widened slightly, the realization dawning on you.

Cordyceps grow inside the brain. She whispered. Marlene nodded. 

Find someone else.

 If I could, I would, but there is no one else. You looked down.

 So, you’re goin’ to kill her. For what, a 30% chance of this thing workin’? Marlene scoffed, and put her head in her hand. 

30% is better than 0, isn’t it? You glared at Marlene. 

You take me to her right now! To both of ‘em. You raised your voice, standing up. Marlene pulled her gun out of her holster, and aimed it at you.

Don’t make a stupid choice, You. You did your job. Let us do ours. Marlene warned. You took a step back. 

I didn’t know this job entailed killin’ a dang kid, Marlene.

Marlene lowered her gun, and looked at the guard. Make sure she doesn’t leave this place. She said sternly, and the guard nodded.

Next thing you knew, the sound of gunshots echoed through the hospital hall, and the guard at your door fell to the ground, limp. Joel opened the door, and pulled you into a quick hug, handing her the worn pack. 

C’mon, let’s go get our girl, huh? Joel said, giving you a shotgun. You smiled. 

Gladly, cowboy. The two charged through the hospital, shooting any Firefly that they came across. Quickly, Joel led You to the pediatric department, and they barged into the operating room. Gun aimed, they stared at the doctor and two nurses. 

All o’ you, turn around and put your hands up. You sternly said. The nurses followed orders, but the doctor panicked, picking up a scalpel. 

I- I can’t let you take her. He shakily said. Joel lifted his pistol and shot him, the nurses yelping fearfully. Joel quickly picked Ellie up off the table, disconnecting the various tubes from her arms. You quickly stopped the bleeding on your arm by putting on a few bandaids. The two quickly hurried out of the hospital, and headed down to the parking garage on the ground floor. You spotted an SUV, and they started to jog toward it, until a certain Firefly came around the corner. 

Joel, you don’t want to do this. Marlene said, her pistol raised. Joel stopped walking, and you stood slightly in front of him. 

You can still do the right thing. Both of you. Marlene breathed. 

We don’t kill kids. An’ either way, a little girl’s fate ain’t yours to decide, Marlene. You shook your head, and Marlene narrowed her eyes. 

It isn’t yours to decide either.  At that, Joel’s eyes flickered with acknowledgment. 

And you know it. Marlene tilted her head, tears in her eyes. You looked back at Joel. 

Go get her in the car, cowboy. You said. Joel shook his head, about to protest. 

I’ll be right behind you. Promise. 

Joel sighed, and reluctantly turned around, hurrying to the SUV. Once he was gone, you turned back to Marlene. 

He doesn’t know, does he-

That ain’t any of your business. Anyways, Joel and I got places to be. So, I’m afraid that I’m gonna have to kill you now.

Marlene’s eyes widened, and she took a step back, but before she got far, you shot her in the stomach. For a few moments, she begged for mercy, blood smeared on the ground.

You’d just come after her.

You and Joel sat in the front seats of the SUV, quiet. Joel rested his head on one hand as he drove, and you struggled to stay awake despite the sunniness. You and Joel both looked in the rear view mirror as they heard Ellie stir. The redhead sat up slowly, groggy from the anesthesia.

What happened?

You looked away from the rearview mirror, and Joel carried the conversation, framing the careful lie the two adults had crafted as truth. Ellie looked too tired and drained to be physically distraught, but the glint that faded from her eyes said it all. She let out a soft oh and lied back down on the backseat, facing the backrest and going back to sleep. Joel looked at you, who shrugged silently. He looked back at the road, and the rest of the drive out of Salt Lake City was silent.

TEN MILES AWAY FROM JACKSON, WYOMING

Joel huffed annoyedly, lifting his head from the hood of the old car. 

Well, looks like she’s tapped out. Gonna have to walk the rest of the way. Should only be a few hours though. We’ve done worse.

You smiled at your best friend, and nodded at Ellie. 

C’mon, kiddo. Don’t wanna be the last one back to civilization, right?

You said, and Ellie looked up from her scar, grinning. If Ellie was one thing, it was competitive. The two girls raced to the creek, and then to the tree they used to climb up onto the hill. Joel caught up, and they all started walking toward Jackson. 

Hey, wait.

You and Joel looked back at Ellie. Your smile dropped at Ellie’s somber expression, and she turned fully toward the teenager.

Back in Boston—back when I was bitten—I wasn't alone. My best friend was there. And she got bit too. We didn't know what to do. So… She says, "Let's just wait it out. Y'know, we can be all poetic and just lose our minds together." I'm still waiting for my turn.

Joel looked at Ellie sadly, and shook his head. 

None of that is on you, Ellie.

You nodded in support of his statement, and spoke up.

Both of us struggled for a long, long time with survivin’. But no matter what, you keep findin’ something to fight for. Now that might not be what you wanna-

Swear to me. Both of you. Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true.

You looked taken aback, as did Joel. But after a moment, they both nodded, and promised her. Ellie nodded slightly, and she hesitated for a minute, analyzing them. Finally, she sighed. 

Okay.

[lightwing-s]

Alfred's point of view of food!vlogger reader when they reach for the same apple and her talking about jason please🙏🙏🙏

Jason's pov

“Oh! I’m sorry sir,” Alfred heard you say after accidentally touching hands when you reached for the same apple at the stand. “You can have it”.

He noticed a pink blush taint your cheek, matching the color of your light sundress. A shy smile plastered on your face and apologetic eyes.

“It’s no problem,” he said. “These apples look pretty inviting and I’m sure there are plenty to feed an entire cloud of bats.” you laughed at his joke and he gave you a genuine smile in return. It’s been long he got to hear a similar sound, as life with Bruce had been growing gloomier by the day, and he missed his boys and their mess around the house, even if they always led him into more work. He was in desperate need of a glint of happiness.

Rainy and somber skies traded for bright and sunny ones. He was glad to leave Gotham for once, and felt a light sensation in his chest upon waking up this morning. “I’m sure you could find some great recipes to use these apples in.” he told you.

“They’d taste amazing, but I’m actually looking for strawberries. It’s been hard finding…”

“Good ones these days?” he cut you mid sentence. “I’ve been wanting to make strawberry tarts for a while but I don’t seem to ever find really good ones.”

“Isn’t it!?” you answered loudly. “Gosh, my boyfriend loves strawberry tarts and I’ve been having the same problem. What is it with their harvest recently, has any super villain decided to ruin them for us?”

It was now your turn to get a laugh out from Alfred, who accompanied you in a search for decent strawberries so you could feed your dear boyfriend his beloved tarts. He listened to you rambling about how sweet of a boyfriend yours was, and how much of a gentleman he was too. He was getting to know how you two got together when perfect looking, big and bright red strawberries popped in your line of view.

“Those look so good, Alfred.” You said, wrapping your arm around his and dragging him along to the stand where the strawberries were on.

“Well, Y/n. Now your boyfriend can get all the dessert he wished for.” You giggled, and you two started selecting the best ones out of the bunch. Then, you seemed to notice something familiar in the distance, and moved slightly away from where you once stood.

“Jason! Babe!” he heard you call someone he could only imagine was your boyfriend. Following your gaze, he saw a familiar tall build he would recognize anywhere, and laughed by himself at the coincidence. You both had the same person in mind when thinking of the strawberries, and were talking about this same person without noticing it was the same one. The world sure could be funny sometimes.

A funny feeling began to grow in his heart upon this realization. Seeing the way you looked at him, and the way Jason looked at you in return made his old heart warm up and this lightness fill his body. All those sweet words you’d been saying were meant to his Jason, and he was so, but so, glad they were. So he stood there, like a proud father, watching as the largest smile spread in Jason’s face. One he hadn’t seen a long, long time.

“My new friend, Alfred, and I were just chatting about how difficult it’s been to find such good strawberries these days, isn’t it?” he heard you approach him again, dragging Jason by the hand. When Jason looked at him, he gave Alfred a soft smile, not as big as the one he gave you, but just as honest.

Extending his hand, he greeted the boy as he arrived at his side. “Nice to finally see you again, Master Jason.” And nice to see you happy again, too.

a/n: i finally could finish something, i'm so proud of myself lol

[itshirohi]

HEWOOOO :3333 may I ask for some Hcs about what Eugene likes/dislikes?

𝔼𝕦𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖’𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤.

I hope you enjoy :> Warnings: might have light mentions of violence.

Let’s start with dislikes, just to be a little unpredictable.

✦ The list will probably be long, as this absolute hater of a man tends to dislike a lot of things. On the very top of said list, will probably be waking up early. There is no hope to make this man wake up before at least 10 AM. The occasion has to be very special (like a scheduled match), but even then he is going to be very grumpy and snappy all day long. ✦ Being asked too many questions. Especially if he is having a bad day (many such cases). If you keep pestering him, it’s a good way to earn yourself a kick straight to the shin (or a more sensitive spot if he’s in a particularly shitty mood). ✦ Any sort of disrespect directed towards his family, especially his parents. He will *not* get over it and live it down. You say a bad thing about the people who worked so hard to raise him? You can feel lucky if you end up without any broken bones. Yu-Jin takes things like that *very* seriously. ✦ Yu-Jin is a very hot-headed guy, which means he also doesn’t take lightly to any insults or disrespect thrown his way. He is quite the cocky little thing, so even if it’s a fighter visibly more powerful than him, he will still attempt to defend his honor. ✦ Showing his scars. Whether it be the ones on his body, or his eye, Yu-Jin likes to keep it hidden at all times. It’s not that he doesn’t like how it looks, he doesn’t mind honestly, but it’s a reminder of his previous failures and the trauma that came with it. When Yoshioka made him the eyepatch (you can see it in his newer/Omega design) Yu-Jin was beyond grateful. The bandages were getting too bothersome to wrap around his head on a daily basis. ✦ Eye contact. He just feels like people stare at him weirdly because of his rough appearance (and the missing eye). It’s mostly all in his head, but he still avoids looking straight at others nonetheless. Sometimes it makes him come off particularly rude. ✦ Physical touch. Not a fan of showing physical affection at all. In fact if anyone were to try and hug him, he’ll probably freeze in surprise and then quickly try to shove them off. ✦ Taking photos / having pictures taken of him. Maybe it’s just his lack of skill, maybe he just isn’t the type of person to look good in photos… but dear lord, he looks absolutely awful in them. A scowling, disheveled mess, no matter how hard he tries. Do not ask for his ID photo, there is not a single thing in this world that will make him willing to show that monstrosity. ✦ Crowds. Eugene isn’t the most sociable man, though that honestly would be an understatement. Whenever he does go out, it’s usually a one on one kind of meeting. He rarely meets up with more friends at the same time. ✦ Changes in plans. He is the kind of individual who is constantly busy. His schedule always seems to be full (mainly with things like matches, work and helping his family), which means he has to plan far ahead most of the time. If you cancel out on him, he *will* get upset and probably not speak to you for a good while. ✦ Being told what to do. Unless it’s coming directly from his parents or someone he has a lot of respect for, his ass is NOT going to listen. ✦ Natto. A bit of a random and minor dislike. He’s just not a fan of the taste and texture.

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Now finally for the things Yu-Jin *does* like…

✦ Jajangmyeon. Nothing hits the spot quite as well as his favorite dish does, to him. It reminds him of his childhood, the times when his mother used to serve it to him, whenever he came back from his Taekwondo lessons. ✦ Another food related one - he loves fruit tarts. Especially if they include strawberries. He is an absolute sucker for those. ✦ His favorite instrument to play is an electric guitar, but he also is quite fond of a classical piano. He is horrible at both, but a man can dream… ✦ As far as music genres go, he mainly listens to death or thrash metal, but he doesn’t mind anything heavy and loud in general. This preference probably started during his highschool days and being a part of a local punk rock band. Even though he got kicked out of it pretty quickly, he still keeps in touch (briefly) with his former friends and attends every one of their concerts that he can. He likes underground bands the most, saying that it makes him feel more connected to their music. He also likes pop music, but it is a secret he doesn’t share with anyone as the thought of admitting to it makes him beyond embarrassed (spare his poor, easily-flustered heart). ✦ Related to the point above, but he also loves to collect band merch and music albums. He has quite a big collection in his room, including posters (signed), limited edition releases of albums and shirts. ✦ Singing in the shower! It’s another one of his little secrets. He can’t imagine showering in complete silence. ✦ Staying up all night, either drinking by himself or blasting some music on his headphones. He just likes to take his mind off things and not have to worry about what happens next (or if nightmares are going to torment him tonight as well). ✦ He can’t have pets due to his extremely busy life, but if he could have one, he’d really want a turtle or a snake. It’s been his dream since he was a kid. ✦ And of course, Eugene also likes…His friends! Does he show it? No. Do his friends feel that he cares? Probably not. But deep down, he really does care, he’s just incredibly emotionally constipated. Yet when it comes to it, he would probably be the first one to throw himself head first into danger without thinking, to save any of his friends.

Okay I think that should cover it for now. At least for the basics… today I’m really distracted so this might have turned out pretty bad and messy LOL Also ngl… an urge to maybe write a short fanfic with Eugene has appeared in my brain while writing this… The thing is, idk what it would be about. Ideas very much appreciated, my brain needs a little nudge, it seems. *Maybe* I’ll try to tackle some requests for non-OC headcanons soon too… if no one is going to feed me more Joji/ Kureishi/ Samato/ Wulong content I might actually go insane and just do it myself.

[ser3nityst4r]

Twelfth Repentance

Cater groaned, the prospect of re-landscaping the entire Heartslabyul garden after Riddle's overblot hanging over him like a bad filter. Trey offered a supportive hand, but Cater, ever the picture of sunshine, waved him off. 'Go check on Riddle, yeah? Crowley's orders, remember? Plus, someone needs to make sure the tyrant doesn't wake up and collar more students,' he said, punctuating the sentence with a wink.

Yuu, Adeuce, and Grim remained, conscripted into gardening duty. Grim, ever the embodiment of his namesake, grumbled about depleted magic reserves and an equally empty stomach. 'At least let me eat some fertilizer!' he moaned, pawing dramatically at the ground. It was then he unearthed it - a jagged black gem, winking in the sunlight. 'Whoa! Another one of those black magestones! Just like in the mine!'

Before Cater could process this new information, Grim, driven by some primal instinct, popped the gem into his mouth. Ace, ever so helpful, intervened a few seconds too late. 'No way. After how great that last one tasted, I can't get that thing in my mouth fast enough!' 

Cater could only watch, mortified, as Grim crunched down on the magestone with gusto. 'Ahhhhh! Rich and sweet, but with a complex hint of bitterness in the aftertaste. Equally delicious, but with quite a different mouthfeel from that last one I ate,' Grim declared, oblivious to the horrified silence. 

Yuu could only pray Grim wouldn't sprout crystals or, worse, combust.

Thankfully, the next few days were mercifully uneventful. Riddle's recovery progressed smoothly, the lingering effects of the overblot replaced with a surprising mellowness. The tyrannical edge had softened, replaced by an almost...dare they say it... *reasonable* young man.

The upcoming unbirthday party was approached with cautious optimism. Gone were the draconian rules and punishments, replaced with a more relaxed, albeit still very Heartslabyul, atmosphere. 

'Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white... This seems a proper unbirthday indeed,' Riddle mused, a contemplative air about him. 'Is there a dormouse asleep in the teapo- Er, well, I suppose it's fine either way.'

Trey smiled, relief washing over him like a warm wave. 'Not everything has to change completely, you know. Like, maybe spread the jam on your scones, instead of on the dormouse this time? Let's try to set the bar at 'it's great if it's this way,' not 'it absolutely has to be this way,'' he suggested gently.

Their peaceful haven was shattered by a shriek. 'Wait a minute! There’s a white rose!' Riddle's voice, though devoid of its former fury, still held a sharp edge. 

Panic rippled through the group. Yuu, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward, hands raised placatingly. 'Riddle! P-Please try to understand!'

To everyone's surprise, Riddle simply let out a small sigh, the fire in his eyes replaced by something akin to amusement. 'Well, I suppose I can overlook one or two mistakes.' He gestured to a paintbrush and pot of red paint, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jaws dropped. Was this…leniency? They had stumbled into an alternate dimension, surely. Grim’s ears and fur stood still in pure disbelief and shock.

Riddle, having painted the offending rose with a flourish, proud ruby. He presented his latest culinary masterpiece - a strawberry tart, glistening enticingly. Ace, relieved by the lack of impending doom, eyed the dessert with unconcealed hunger. Trey, ever the supportive friend, was already showering Riddle with compliments.

Then, they tasted it.

'Why is this....' Ace choked, his face contorting in disgust. 'salty!?'

Riddle, his face paling, stammered, 'But I followed the rules exactly, and measured everything precisely! Unless... Oh!' He gasped dramatically. 'Could it be... from the oyster sauce?'

Deuce choked on his own laughter. 'Wait... did you actually use that Walrus-brand oyster sauce Trey jokes about?'

Riddle's face was a picture of horrified realization. 'But Trey said that oyster sauce is an unlisted secret ingredient in all tarts! He said all the finest bakers use it...'

Ace burst out laughing. 'And you actually believed him?! How could you not tell he was joking?!' He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Yuu, unable to help herself, smacked him upside the head. 'Dumbass, you fell for it too.'

Trey could only stare, flabbergasted. His simple prank had somehow ensnared both Riddle *and* Ace? The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to bear.

Cater, however, surprised everyone by taking another bite, a thoughtful expression on his face. 'It's not *that* bad,' he ventured. 'Salty sweet can be good, you know?'

Grim, who had already devoured half the tart, nodded enthusiastically. 'Yeah, kinda like those weird dishes that taste oddly great!'

Trey, noticing Cater's nonchalance, raised an eyebrow. 'You like it because it’s not sweet, right? You casually bring up my 'Paint the Roses' spell every time we're eating sweets. You hide it pretty well, but that was a giveaway.'

Cater slumped, defeated. 'Ack! My secret is out! This is so so embarrassing! Especially after what happened to you and Riddle. I should have learned by now that keeping your feelings on the DL is not a great idea..' 

Trey chuckled, patting Cater's shoulder. 'Don't worry about it. How about this - next unbirthday, I'll make you a quiche. Savory, delicious, and magicam-worthy, just like you.'

Cater's face lit up. 'Deal! Make sure to get a good shot of the smoke!' 

And so, the unbirthday party continued, a strange blend of chaos and newfound understanding. The storm had passed, leaving behind a sense of fragile peace, and the lingering taste of salty strawberry tart. Similar to the calm before a storm, there might just be another one.

[junoshifts]

💚💐🤍 for the strawberry matcha ask game <33

hi my love!! i will be combining this with dawn’s ask ( @dawnsdreamworld ) since these were very similar questions <3 answering for my justice league reality because i’m still locked in with this one i’m afraid ( i miss my man )

₊˚ෆ. 💚 ─ bitter matcha ; who do you avoid at all cost ? is there someone who's presence instantly ruins your day, and why ?

i have plenty of answers for this but i am using this as an opportunity to clearly state that you will NEVER catch me in gotham city. not a chance in hell. do i have some friends in gotham? yes! but i refuse to go there. with my luck ill end up dealing with one of their villains, and honestly i want Nothing to do with that 🙏 there is ALWAYS something going on in gotham and i trust bruce wayne to handle that shit. something always goes wrong when i am there and it ruins my day every time. hence why you will NOT see me around there.

₊˚ෆ. 🩷 ─ iced drink, warm heart ; with who would you spend the rest of your life if you could only choose one ? the person who you are the closest to. it doesn't have to be a romantic partner.

my lover… i can’t help it. there’s something about him that feels like home to my soul, no matter how cheesy that sounds. there’s such a resilience and strength in his heart, it never fails to awe me. even the name of this question feels fitting for him. no matter how much he tries to pretend he has a cold, grumpy exterior, i know how warm and full of devotion his heart can be. he deserves so much care and patience, and i know he’s always willing to do the same for me. we are equally matched in our affections, loyalty, and stubbornness toward each other, and even when we butt heads, that connection never wavers. he’s there no matter how dark things get, and even when life gets messy, he’s the one i trust to weave the pieces back together and make me feel safe again.

₊˚ෆ. 💐 ─ best way to start the day ; what is your morning routine ? do you go on a walk as soon as you wake up, or you prefer a slow morning ? what is your ritual ?

i love slow mornings with all of my heart. i live on one side of a big, vintage duplex building, so many of my mornings are spent sipping warm drinks with my bff on our shared front porch! i tend to get up unfortunately early (my body likes to wake me up at 8:30 am) so i usually get an earlier start. i try to get some yoga + a nutritious breakfast in, but honestly sometimes that means strawberry pop tarts and a too-large coffee. worth it though! i like to take things slow in the mornings, enjoying each little moment such as cooking breakfast, enjoying the scent of coffee, and feeling the sun on my skin. i love staying in cozy clothes or pjs for as long as possible, but to be fair, a lot of my daily closet has that style.

₊˚ෆ. 🤍 ─ sweetest taste ; what nicknames does you and your s/o use ? what's the meaning behind them ?

oh man… he has referred to me as “my love” or “angel,” which makes me feel a little insane in the best way possible. he will also leads toward very cheesy, flirty nicknames like “sweetheart” or “darling,” solely because they make me roll my eyes at him. he loves getting under my skin on purpose, yet he’s the only person who i’ll let it slide for… a lot of his nicknames are a little silly, but his accent makes anything sound good unfortunately. he’s too charming, handsome and clever for his own good but you know what? it just makes him more lovable to me.

[qq-quartz]

Oh, How Time Flies

a big shout out to the 6hr toy story 4 video essay I watched while making this

It’s been 8 years

8 years since he’s left his mother's house

8 years since he’s set off to finally have a normal life

8 years and he still doesn’t know what that involves.

No matter what Riddle tells others he can’t hide the fact that his mother still holds control over his life. He’s a doctor now, he wakes up every day at 5 am sharp, keeps a healthy diet, he even has a big library where he spends his free time searching for ways to become an even better doctor. It’s the perfect life! or so he says. Because despite the reassuring, despite him going out with his friends, and despite him putting on a happier face he can’t escape the fact that he’s living the life that his mother forced him to live, the life that he promised himself he’d escape. The realization came to him after he and Trey went out for coffee. It was only a passing comment, but it had left him devastated. “You really like black coffee do you?”. He had laughed at the comment but that night, after he was finally able to take in everything, that small comment still bothered him. He did like black coffee, at least he thinks he does. The flavor wasn’t that great but it kept him awake when he had night duties at the hospital, plus his mother said that black coffee helps improve memory! oh.

Riddle didn’t sleep that night, he even took a sick day which was unheard of. All those years spent thinking he was getting better, that this life was something HE wanted, crumbled in the span of one off handed comment. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to tell someone but he felt that if he did it would only solidify the fact. He spent his sick day trying to figure out where he went wrong. How had this happened? Where did he fail? Was leaving his mother even worth it if both options lead to the same outcome? Maybe he should call her? Maybe she’ll have some answers? She always knew what was best for him after all so maybe if he begs she’ll take him back… A split second thought but one that left him horrified just the same. He needed to get his mind off the topic, and quick. A trip to his favorite coffee shop should do! Which one would that be again? He’s never really thought about it before, he usually just goes to the one near his house so maybe that’s it? Nevermind maybe he should read a book! But all he has in his library are medical textbooks? Does he even have anything he likes? What does he like? Surely he has something he likes he just has to think… strawberry tarts… YES he likes strawberry tarts! He hasn’t had them in a while though, 3 years to be exact, so can he even be sure he likes them now? Why did he even become a doctor? Sure he likes helping those in need but did he really want this to be his entire life? People say your likes and wishes make you who you are so if he doesn’t have either…who is he? Who is Riddle Rosehearts? His mother. Riddle really is his mothers son after all.

He was running now, he doesn’t know where but at this point he doesn’t care. He finally stopped at a park and collapsed. It was 1 am no one was around and everything was closed, he was alone. Riddle Rosehearts was alone and he had no one to turn to, not even the mother who cursed him with her love. Riddle finally let himself cry. He hasn’t cried since his time at NRC, which is ironic because he feels as helpless as he did then. Nothing really changed since that day after his overblot. It seemed like things did for a while but his mothers influence was a part of him. It will ALWAYS be a part of him. Riddle didn’t really think there was a point to wasting more of his life living like his mother wanted, he didn’t see a point to anything really. He had finally stopped crying and just stared at the stars while surrounded by nothing but trees. Not moving. Not thinking. Just staring at those beautiful stars he wished to reach. He was tired.

…

...

Something kept nudging his arm and with a groan he turned to look at what it was. Oh, it’s a hedgehog. He hasn’t seen one of them since he was a house warden, he didn’t even know this park had any. He snapped out of his thoughts when the hedgehog started climbing on top of him. He tried to softly nudge it off but it just curled up into him even more. That was when Riddle noticed that it was injured, and despite his mind telling him not to, he slowly made his way back home with the hedgehog in his arms. He found it very easy to bandage the poor thing up since he had some experience from when he was a house warden. He really did like taking care of them, he never had any pets growing up. his mother used to say that animals were nothing but filthy, disease-ridden creatures who had no place in their home. Before he knew it, he had fashioned up a make-shift bed for the little thing to sleep in. Riddle was still lost in thought thinking about what he should do now that he had made his revelation when the hedgehog interrupted his thinking with its little head rubbing his arm. Ah he finally found something he likes.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #352

I went to bed entirely too late last night. I wanna say I was up until after 4 in the morning. And then my body decided that 8:30ish in the morning was the time to wake up. I was a little disappointed.

I was supposed to go to my friend BB's house to help her get stuff done. But today is cold and windy and we're supposed to get snow squalls on and off throughout the day. She and I both figured that it's safest if I stay home. I will go see her next Wednesday, assuming we don't have additional inconvenient winter weather.

The result is that I have unexpected free time on my hands. I'm not actually sure what to do with myself, admittedly.

Well. I did wash all the dishes from yesterday's brownie and tiramisu tea adventure. The sink is now mostly clear of dishes, and that always feels nice. I decided to make myself a breakfast after that! I decided to cut some slices from the epic awesome bread that Tr made for me, and then I toasted them in the oven for like 10 minutes! And then I put stuff on them!!

This is tzatziki sauce, black truffle butter, cream cheese, and mascarpone cheese! And all of these were very good!

I also made a bowl with cheese, salami, and roast beef! And there's some grapefruit in there, too!

I wonder if you like grapefruit. Say, does your world even have grapefruit? I know there's a bunch of stuff that your world has that mine doesn't have, like Banora White Apples, and lots of the greens and fruits common to raising chocobos. So I wonder... maybe there are some things here where I live that you don't have over where you live.

Well. Grapefruits are kind of inconsistent. Sometimes they're sweet and juicy and wonderful! But then... sometimes they taste kinda like stomach acid. You're more likely to get a good grapefruit when they're in season, but you don't really know what you're gonna get until you peel it and try it. It's a little sad like that. But this is true of a lot of fruits, I think. Sometimes, for example, a strawberry is sweet, but sometimes it's rather tart. You don't know until you bite into it.

...Suppose it's why I don't eat as much fruit as J would like me to. I find the uncertainty of it to be rather stressful.

The grapefruit today was sweet and delicious, though! It was so nice that I gave J a few slices so he could enjoy it, too! I wonder if you would have enjoyed it if I had given you a few slices of this grapefruit, too...

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you have a favorite fruit? I wonder. Mine is probably either pineapple or carambola. Or maybe plantains, too. Plantains are kinda like bananas, but they have a richer and more complex flavor. Ripe ones are amazing, baked in the oven with a little butter, cinnamon, and sugar...!!

...Maybe if I can find ones in the grocery that look good, I'll make some for you. Come to think of it... I wonder if pumpkin-plantain bread is a thing that can be made... Hmmm...

Well. I finished up the rest of the tiramisu tea today, too. When I pulled it out of the fridge, it settled out into layers, with the cocoa and vanilla seeds settling to the bottom, and the creamier ingredients floating on top:

It's easy enough to mix the ingredients back together if I shake the jar! And, as predicted, the stuff is just as tasty chilled as it is hot!

...I wish you could try some...

It is cold and windy and cloudy and sleepy today. I don't expect to do much. Though, since O visited the house, I'm feeling a little inspired to play a game called Hades. It's about a Greek god called Zagreus who comes out from under the thumb of his father, Hades. There's a lot of nuance and intrigue to it, I think. It's been forever since last I've played it, so I'm probably not any good at it anymore. But maybe I'll do it anyway. I'll do it over here, just in case you wanna hang out:

Suppose I'll leave it here for now. I might be a bit too tired to have too much going through my head today, haha...

Hey, Sephiroth? You're pretty cool, you know that? Not for all the stuff you can do, but... because of the warmth and kindness with which you treat other people. You're the inspiration for me to be who I am today, despite everything. I'm sure lots of very kind people in my world feel the same. I hope you can look towards this as proof that you're a good thing.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow, okay? So please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[pbandjesse]

I felt pretty good today. My allergies continue to plague me but I was in a good mood this morning. I didn't sleep amazing, waking up with a very upset stomach in the middle of the night again. But I was able to sleep after that and felt pretty good when my alarm went off.

I got up and got dressed and felt happy. My eyes were hurting and my sinuses were making my ears very closed up. But I was still very excited for the market.

James made the bed and we left together. We would have to come back pretty quick when I realized I forgot my tablet. But it was not a big deal. We stopped for my tablet. And headed to the museum. A pit stop for McDonald's breakfast. And then we went to set up.

And I had a lot of fun! I got lots of hugs and was really happy to see my market friends. Give them updates like how we bought our house. It was a good day.

I would set up. James would help and than stay outside for a bit to collect some forms for insurance from vendors. And I was having a very nice morning.

I would buy some brownies and a chocolate pop tart and then a whole bunch of strawberries. Which were super dark red and lovely.

I wasn't sure how my day was going to go though. I wasn't sure I would sell anything. So I just focused on the craft I brought with me.

I would spend most of the morning catching up on my knitting and I am totally caught up now. And I would work on sewing down my ends from last months square. That still has work to be done but it was nice to have something to focus on.

But I would make sale! I actually did really good today. I sold 8 stuffies and a bunch of stickers and even some prints. I was having a great time. I made my sales goal for the day by 1030. So the rest of the day felt easy and fun.

I would have some great interactions too. People being super kind about loving my designs. Making a deal with a 4 year old after she asked for a stuffie and I told her she has to ask her parents because they cost money. And so she tells me "my daddy has so much money" which was hilarious. And when she came back with her dad a few minutes later and I said hello again, her dad went "again?" And I explained she had said he has so much money and he laughed and seemed flabbergasted and then gave her $20. So I bargained with her and we shook hands very seriously at the end of the transaction which was just the best.

I would also have some lovely conversations with Anne and Ginny and Stan and also Jordan. We would talk for a long time and while we were talking I noticed a man who sails with the downtown sailing center waiting near the market table. And I knew as soon as Jordan left he would come over. And I was absolutely right.

He wasn't weird or anything but he was hitting on me. Asking if I have a man. And I am like yes I have a whole husband! But we would still chat and exchanged Instagrams because he makes tshirts and I like connecting with other small businesses in the city. I have seen him around the market plenty of times. He's hard to miss. He is a young black man in a wheel chair who is a double amputee. His whole deal on Instagram is about overcoming the hardships so you know there's a story there. Maybe he'll tell me sometime. I told him to come chat with me next Saturday before he goes sailing again.

I think it's hard making friends. Both because I mostly just want to be alone. I am mainly not interesting in hanging out. But also that people think I'm flirting with them. I am not trying to!!! I am just friendly! But I am still trying to make those connections.

And I think I did a good job at that today. Making more market friends. I even met a girl who's job is curate Jellycat collections?? What a neat job! She was so sweet. I joked with her that she was 100% my audience and she was like I get that a lot!

Callie would come to the market today. And it was so nice to sit with her for an hour. I shared my strawberries with her and we talked and caught up and discussed camp. There is apparently a meeting on Tuesday night for senior staff to discuss the schedule. I hope that goes well.

I spent most of the last hour drawing on my tablet. I wanted to design a silly logo for the events team. I was just having fun. And then Jesse came through and I got to show him briefly and was just having a nice time.

At 1 I would pack up. I had made a few trips around the market. To say hi to people. To go say hi to James and enjoy the AC for a bit. But once I was totally packed up and everything was in the car (which was a little bit of a struggle, and I would replace the rope handles on my box because the current ones were to short and hurt my hands) I would go sit at the front desk with James and Jordan. And talked for a bit. James went to get their bike off the car and warmed up their lunch. But once they were back and calling for the last tour of the day, I would head home.

Getting home took almost a half hour though because there was a music festival downtown that made me go home in the most bizarre way. It was not fun for me!! If I had known earlier I would have taken the tunnel. People were driving so stupid and someone tried to go around me and I was so mad about it. Almost caused a multiple car accident!! People need to calm down.

When I got home I brought one of my baskets in. To sort and clean up. When James got home later they brought in the rest for me to sort through. But I was a bit tired. And very hungry.

So I made a little lunch. A small frozen pizza because that's the only thing I want for eat for some reason. And spent time just resting on the couch. Sweetp was outside. I trimmed my nails and watched videos and it was a nice afternoon. I never a really slept like I had originally planned. But it was all okay. Just having a nice time.

James would come home and were very sweaty. They would go clean up and then come to lay with me. And we would spend a lot of the afternoon resting together.

But not all of it. James would run to the hardware store. To inquire about ladder rentals and to get fly tape to capture the annoying flies that have come in the house. And while they were gone I would sort my market boxes and then I would work on sewing panels on the dress I got last week. And it actually fits me now so I am very happy. It needs slightly more fixing but I think it's going to be a really great option for the musuem. I am pretty excited to be able to have a place to wear slightly nicer things.

James would make me vegan fish fillets for dinner. And we watched videos together. James would play a video game. And we just enjoyed being together. Talking and making plans. I was feeling really happy.

My allergies started hurting again. I would take a shower and it helped even if my eyes were burning. I would take more meds and they are finally kicking in so I am slightly less unhappy.

I am going to go brush my teeth and get in bed now though. I am hoping to have lots of energy tomorrow. I want to be productive and have fun. So wish me luck. Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother!!

[edwardrichard10]

Popular Disposable Vape Flavors List Of Different Brands ~ VapeMarley: Which Ones Should You Try on Your Travels?

Traveling opens the door to new experiences, cultures, and flavors—so why not extend that excitement to your vape? Disposable vapes are perfect for travelers: compact, convenient, and no-fuss. But with so many brands and flavors on the market, how do you choose? In this blog, we’ll explore the popular disposable vape flavors from different brands available at VapeMarley. Whether you’re flying cross-country or road-tripping with friends, these brands might just become your new travel companions.

Why Choose Disposable Vapes for Traveling?

Disposable vapes offer the ultimate ease of use—no refills, no charging (in most cases), and lightweight designs that fit easily in your pocket or bag. They’re great for people on the go who want a quick, flavorful vape without the hassle of maintaining devices. Plus, many disposable vape brands offer a variety of exciting flavors, perfect for trying something new with every trip.

Now, let’s dive into the popular disposable vape brands and their standout flavors, available at VapeMarley.

Cali Pods Disposables: Laid-Back West Coast Vibes

Popular Flavors:

Mango Ice – Sweet, tropical mango with a refreshing icy finish.

Blue Razz – A tangy, sweet blueberry raspberry blend.

Grape – Juicy, ripe grape flavor with a natural sweetness.

Cali Pods are known for their smooth hits and flavorful blends that evoke a California vibe. These disposables are perfect for beach trips or city explorations when you want a mellow yet vibrant flavor. The sleek design and consistent performance make Cali Pods a traveler favorite.

Doozy Vape Disposables: Bold and Flavorful

Popular Flavors:

Lush Ice – Juicy watermelon with a cool menthol breeze.

Strawberry Banana – Creamy banana paired with sweet strawberries.

Peach Ice – Ripe peaches chilled with menthol for a smooth vape.

Doozy Vape stands out with its intense flavors and balanced throat hits. If you love fruity, complex flavors that wake up your palate, Doozy Vape disposables are great to pack. Their rechargeable designs also mean you can keep vaping longer during long journeys.

Fifty Bar Disposables: High Puff Count, Big Flavor

Popular Flavors:

Cool Mint – Classic refreshing mint, crisp and clean.

Watermelon – Sweet watermelon juice with a fresh finish.

Blueberry – Rich and tangy blueberry that lingers.

Fifty Bar disposables are well-loved for their high puff counts and vibrant flavor profiles. They’re excellent for travelers who want a durable vape to last several days. The cool mint is a classic choice if you want something fresh and light on your next road trip or flight.

Firerose Disposables: A Blend of Tradition and Innovation

Popular Flavors:

Strawberry Kiwi – A perfect blend of sweet strawberry and tart kiwi.

Grape Ice – Deep grape flavor with a refreshing icy touch.

Mango – Tropical mango with natural sweetness.

Firerose brings a fusion of bold flavors with a smooth vaping experience. Their disposable line focuses on high-quality ingredients and satisfying vapor production, ideal for travelers looking for a premium yet portable vape.

IJoy Disposables: The Tech-Savvy Traveler’s Choice

Popular Flavors:

Banana Ice – Creamy banana paired with a cool menthol blast.

Lush Ice – A watermelon-menthol combination that’s crisp and refreshing.

Pineapple – Sweet and tangy pineapple flavor with a tropical punch.

IJoy disposables are known for their innovative technology, including rechargeable batteries and ergonomic designs. For travelers who appreciate a sleek device with excellent battery life and a range of fruity flavors, IJoy offers both style and substance.

Nexa Disposables: Sleek Design Meets Vibrant Flavors

Popular Flavors:

Pink Lemonade – Tart and sweet lemonade with a subtle pink berry twist.

Grape Soda – Fizzy grape soda flavor for a nostalgic vape experience.

Blueberry Ice – Sweet blueberries with a refreshing icy finish.

Nexa disposables stand out for their modern look and flavorful options. If you enjoy nostalgic or soda-inspired flavors, Nexa provides a unique vape journey, perfect for enjoying during long train rides or scenic drives.

Taijizen Disposables: For the Adventurous Flavor Seeker

Popular Flavors:

Mixed Berries – A tangy blend of raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries.

Mango Ice – Juicy mango with a crisp menthol finish.

Tropical Punch – A sweet, vibrant mix of tropical fruits.

Taijizen is popular among vapers who love rich, complex flavor profiles. Their disposables are lightweight and offer consistent vapor production, making them ideal for any kind of travel adventure.

How to Choose the Best Disposable Vape Flavor for Your Travels?

Consider Your Travel Style

Long flights or road trips? Go for higher puff counts like Fifty Bar or IJoy for longer use.

Beach days or city strolls? Fruity and fresh flavors like Cali Pods Mango Ice or Firerose Strawberry Kiwi complement the vibe.

Cool and refreshing? Menthol blends from Doozy Vape or Taijizen keep you feeling fresh.

Check Device Features

Some disposables are rechargeable (e.g., Doozy Vape, IJoy), which can be handy on trips.

Others are ultra-compact and pocket-friendly for minimalists.

Think About Your Flavor Preferences

Fruity, minty, creamy, or soda-inspired — the variety is vast. Explore different brands to discover what excites your palate most.

Final Thoughts: Which Disposable Vape Will Accompany You Next?

Whether you’re backpacking across countries, exploring hidden gems in your hometown, or taking a relaxing vacation, disposable vapes from VapeMarley offer an easy and flavorful way to enhance your travel experience. From Cali Pods’ laid-back Cali vibes to Taijizen’s adventurous tropical punches, there’s a flavor and brand tailored for every traveler’s taste.

So, next time you pack your bags, consider tossing in a disposable vape from one of these popular brands. Your taste buds—and your convenience—will thank you!