wanderful places

  • Kenma: Kuroo can you come find me I think I'm lost
  • Kuroo: If you got yourself lost playing Pokemon Go I swear--
  • Kenma: I caught an Eevee, I'll name it Kuroo if you come get me
  • Kuroo: I'm on my way



1. wandering from place to place without any settled home; nomadic.

2. leading an unsettled or carefree life.

3. disreputable; worthless; shiftless.

4. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a vagabond.

5. having an uncertain or irregular course or direction.


6. a person, usually without a permanent home, who wanders from place to place; nomad.

7. an idle wanderer without a permanent home or visible means of support; tramp; vagrant.

8. a carefree, worthless, or irresponsible person; rogue.

Etymology: late Middle English vagabound (< Old French vagabond) < Late Latin vagābundus - wandering, vagrant, equivalent to Latin vagā(rī) - to wander.

[Tianhua Xu]

Prologue [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary:  Mixed up orders leads to a new and unexpected person in your life.

Word Count: 2,159

Warnings: None (a slow burn, but are you guys really surprised?)

Authors notes:  We are SO excited to share this with you guys, this universe is something we had so much fun creating and we hope you enjoy it as much as us! ❤ 

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The neon lights and upbeat sixties doo-wop songs were the furthest things Lin wanted in his presence that night. Still, the Salt and Pepper Diner was the only place with decent food open this late into the night.

There was the added benefit that it was always empty when he found himself in. No soul in their right mind purposefully wandered into this place at three in the morning on a school day.

Except for him, of course.

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PART THREE of three! Part one here / Part two here.

Woo! I did it! Hope you enjoyed this silly thing I had a great time doing it, and a big thanks to the offical WOY people who actually make one of the greatest cartoons that has ever been made. Now to get back to the ten thousand things I am meant to be doing.

The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.

Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.

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Gonna clean up tomorrow  (∗• ω • )

Work of Art

*My first Warren piece! I thought this was cute and it is based off this prompt. I’m gonna tag some people who I think might like this. @emmcfrxst @phoenixejean @shayara and @raypclmer. If you ever want to be tagged in any fic - specifically for a character - just tell me in an ask and I will put it together!*

Bringing Warren along to the art museum in town seemed like a good idea last night, but now? Now you weren’t so sure. He refused to even put an ounce of interest into the trip, and clearly is pissed off the majority of the time that you wander around the place.

It isn’t as if you haven’t tried to get him invested in the artwork; you frequently pointed out paintings and works that might make him smile, or even remind him of something that he had learned back in college. No such luck, as he merely would glance at it with a disinterested expression and mumble that it was pretty before stalking off to some other part of the museum. It was infuriating, and you were starting to get really pissed by his attitude.

With a large huff, you stop in front of a beautiful piece of work, a smile gracing your lips as you stare up at it in awe. “Warren, come look at this one!” He turns to you, having been looking at a text on his phone. Wandering over to you, he licks his lips and leans against the wall, only glancing at the painting on the wall.

Sure, it was gorgeous, and he wouldn’t deny that it was one of the more ornate ones he had seen, adorned with gold and all sorts of colors that he couldn’t name. Something about the smile on your face though made him feel enraptured, and he snaps a quick photo, eyes dropping to see the work of art he had just created. You happen to look over, noticing he’s staring at his phone and feeling the boiling point bubble over.

“Really Warren?” you snap, causing him to straighten up and shove away his phone.

Storming off to another part of the museum, he follows close behind, watching you slowly melt back into a placid state. The art that he had no interest in looking at was something you were so desperately in love with that Warren wished he could be as perfect as it. Taking a seat on one of the benches for a minute, his head falls into his open palm, a smile pulling on his lips as he watches you stare up at a painting of a garden.

You glance behind you, catching Warren’s eye and flushing slightly. “Will you stop staring at me and enjoy the artwork?”

His smile brightens as he stands and dusts himself off. “I am,” he states matter-of-factly, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets and tilting his head. You flush harder, turning your gaze back to the painting despite his eyes still being on you.

Warren Worthington was a man of few words, but the ones he spoke could make you melt.