24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

𝐼𝑓 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝐼𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑥

"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

when the small streamer y/n makes her spotify activity public her mods start a twitter page dedicated to tweet every song she listens to. turns out, her music taste was very similar to ranboo's, the faceless streamer who finds an interest in the girl. she/her pronouns no smut

[COMPLETED] Y/n is a faceless singer. One day she goes to a dandelion field for inspiration and meets a special someone

In this story Ranboo is FTM trans. Yeah that's all I have to say hope ya'll enjoy. Best ranks #4 Binding #344 Dysphoria #27 Transgender #5 Transgender #1 Transgender #2 Transgender #1 Transgender #1 Beeduo #1 TransRanboo #1 Ranboofanfic #1 Binder

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

THIS ISNT MINE STORY!! It's originally readable on AO3 (Creator of the story....@thcscus)

Not all love stories start off with lingering stares or flirting. Some love stories start with a girl punching a boy in the face. ~~~ (Y/n) (L/n) was on L'Manberg's side during the Dream SMP war. Her mother and father had apparently "disappeared" at a young age, abandoning her in the woods before she was found by the President of L'Manberg. She couldn't remember anything when she was younger, only being raised here with her friends. Now, she was 18 and fighting for the independence of her homeland. She was the ambassador and the little sister Wilbur never had. (Y/n) was known for her status, power and loyalty. In a twist of events, the Dream Team had tried taking her as hostage but it backfired, resulting in Sapnap becoming L'Manberg's hostage instead. Things started to get a lot more interesting, especially with (Y/n) and the raven haired boy. What happens when she slowly dawns on the truth? What happens when she finds out where she really came from? Who she was really meant to be? Which side she truly belonged in..? ~~~ THIS BOOK WAS INSPIRED BY "WHO'S IN THE WRONG?" BY SAPPYNAPPY_SIMP!! ! CONTAINS DRAMATIC IRONY ! !! NO SMUT !! **Sapnap x fem!reader **