#wc: 243

[senerist]

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep. tellius au

"You should rest," Darios decides to lead with as feathers float on the wind and he descends to where Soren sits. "If you go for much longer, it'll get worse." Regardless of if Soren did or not...it was likely going to leave him worse for wear. Songs only half learned gently reverberated through his chest. He was still too far removed for it to do much other than sound like the beginnings of a lullaby. "The sooner you rest, the sooner you return."

caring for the sick || accepting forever tbh

soren is sick.  The whole army probably knows by now.  he hasn't slowed down in the slightest, even as he sways on his feet and occasionally flushes red with another fever.  he always hides his cough in his sleeve, but he doesn't always cough this much.

It's miserable work, more than usual.  soren only hates that he can't work himself as hard as he usually might, and not for lack of trying.  Even now, as the fourth person tries to tell him to rest, he merely offers a glassy-eyed glare as he gestures to the papers in front of him.

“i haven't gone anywhere,” he says, voice raspy and dry.  he could explain further, but that would cut into the effort he wants to put into his actual work.

he coughs again, into his elbow, and he feels… something.  it isn't the same as an oncoming storm on the breeze.  it isn't the same as the first two words of a spell.  but it's similar.

his eyes glance back to Darios for just a moment - holding a question soren does not waste his breath in asking yet.  Then they return to his actual work.  he doesn't have the extra energy to waste on distractions.

“Didn't work, whatever that was,” he says vaguely, and his voice cracks open on the third word.  soren merely sighs, and his pen hits the parchment in front of him once again.

[beelas-bees-art]

"Tigerstar's death hurts me. It feels as if a part of me just died with him. And yet ... I'm relieved, too. I don't have to lie to myself anymore. Pretend I didn't love him with all my heart. That was so hard ... and now I can just remember. Remember how kind and brave he was. And how much he taught me. Oh, Tigerstar ... I'll miss you. Always." -Sasha

She will be swimming in them all forever more

[danfengfan]

景元 — marriage of convience

° fem (lesbian) reader

synopsis : you and jing yuan married each other simply for the convenience

it was like a fairytale. you've been friends with the general ever since you two were little kids, doing everything together and now you guys were getting married. if only you guys actually loved each other, would it truly be a fairytale

but is it so wrong to only marry your best friend to keep up appearances?

"i think we should put this photo there"

you point to an empty spot, picking up a photo of you and jing yuan dressed in traditional wear. you put over the spot, jing yuan looks before humming in agreement, gently grabbing the photo from your hand and sliding the photo in

"the other two go in this order then?"

jing yuan asked with a slight tilt of his head, flipping the page and slidding in the last two photos. you just nod your head with head with a happy grin

you two had finished the final part of your wedding yesterday, now relaxing and putting together your photo album of wedding photos. who knew the xianzhou had so many wedding traditions?

"ah, fu xuan was so pretty in her dress!! i want her to be my bride so bad!"

you complain, stretching as jing yuan chuckles at your misery and close the album shut

"saying that in front of your husband? wow, i cannot believe you"

"uh-huh, and you can go back to your criminal boyfriend"

"ouch, that hurts"

you both know that jing yuan could care less

[abusivegymrat]

Being the only female in 141, but not in the “they all wanna fuck me uwu” way…

cute lil drabble (im sleep deprived as hell)

wc: 243

These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.

They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!

And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…

This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.

“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”

“Wha’?” Simon blurts.

“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you just… straight completely useless with no excuse?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.

“Lass, are you okay—“

“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”

One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”

They’re nervous around you since.

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[in--nagas--name]

Oh, Gaius is near him, and--and warm, and desperate, he lays out all the little pieces of his soul. And Libra loves him, implacably, and the fetters, they begin to corrode away...

He sobs, tearless, from a dry throat. It has been a long while since he's been able to cry.

He wishes he could, now. For Gaius.

"Nobody told me that," he murmurs, and even to say it feels like benediction.

But there is more, there's always more.

"But I know, myself, that I am... incapable, of more physical expressions of love, and... that is unfair to you."

He sighs, ragged and pathetic, the gutter-thing he's always been underneath.

"And my... m-my affections are... I love you no less, Gaius, I love you endlessly, but I am... growing to love another alongside you, and that is a sin, and--!"

Here it is, sloughing away from Libra's body like a scab. Here it falls, revealing the wet wound underneath.

"My sins, Gaius. To have... killed in the war, to have prayed for the death and destruction of my fellow man... You deserve better than the love of a sinner, frigid and licentious all at once!"

You deserve the love of someone whole, and I have never been that.

Libra's panting breaths come heavy from his throat. He wants, he yearns to hold Gaius' hand in his, to be tethered to him. To be held fast to the earth.

But he cannot allow it.

how lucky are we, to have so much to lose

gaius and libra III - 🌅Ethereal Ball 2025, continued from here

[caoimhewritesfics]

Dad Price

Loved doing Dad!Simon headcanons and couldn't get Dad! Price out of my mind

WC: 243

Dad Price who is the kind of dad who says he doesn't want to watch your show/movie with you but will stand with his arms crossed behind the couch watching anyway. He'll slowly migrate to the couch where he sits and watches the whole thing in silence.

Dad Price who tries to scare off any romantic interests that you bring home. Will stand there, arms crossed looking absolutely terrifying to the poor guy you bring to dinner. He will just stare at him from across the table, not blinking to be extra disturbing.

Dad Price who always does that one specific dad sneeze. The whole house SHAKES when he sneezes. He always does it several times in a row, scaring everyone in the house.

Dad Price who is soooooooooooo dramatic when he teaches you how to drive. He's acting like you're going to drive off a cliff when you're literally just in a parking lot going 15mph. He's gripping the door and yelling for you to go slower.

Dad Price who never remembers your friends names. Doesn't matter how long they have been your friends, he won't remember their names. You could tell him a million times and he still won't remember.

Dad Price who spends HOURS in the hardware store and always drags you along with him. Explains everything even if you don't care. The fun side is he will push you around on those big carts meant to haul wood.

[thehusbandoden]

I’ll be Here -Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

A/n: I wrote this a few months ago when I was trying to get back into writing hehe

General info:

Wc: 243 | reader: not specified (I think, if so please correct me!) | posted: 04/20/25

“Toma baby, I’m not going to leave you.” You softly coo, caressing the cheek of your beloved. His face is buried in your chest, sniffling. He had woken from yet another nightmare... it’s been three weeks in a row now, and you still don’t know what it’s about.

The first few times, he woke up and refused to look at you or touch you. Once he realized that it was safe, he started to rely on you and your sweet comfort. He buried his face in your chest and sobbed, you didn’t judge him one bit as you pet his hair, scratched his back, and cooed sweet things into his ear.

As your beloved shook in your arms, you gently rubbed his back, your free hand scratching his head. Letting out a sigh of some form, he melted into your warm embrace. You were his safe place- his one and only safe place. You would never leave him... you would never hurt him.... he could trust you.

You continue to pet his hair, no idea how much you are soothing his insecurities and ridiculous thoughts. “I love you, sweetheart.” You coo, smiling against his scarred skin.

“And I you, (y/n).” He whispers, slowly falling into slumber. “Will you be here when I wake up?” He mumbles, lifting his heavy head to look you in your eyes.

“Yes, Tomura. I will be here. I promise.”

Holding onto your words, your sweet man falls asleep.

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[anothermansjeans]

How abt a Spencer x singer!reader who very impulsively said she'd dye her hair purple like the popstar from Princess and the popstar if her new single hit 5.000.000 streams within 24 hours. Her obviously thinking It would never happen.......

But it does so now Spencer has to help her dye her hair because she can't reach all the places.

<33

-XXX-

~W~

a/n: hello........ slowly making my way back to writing..... this is a shorty but cute!! it follows this blurb and the song is feels like by gracie abrams!

wc: 243

cw: language? nothing really just mention of a break up (they're together dw!!)

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“I fucked up.” you stood in front of Spencer with an exaggerated pout, and a box of purple hair dye in each hand.

Spencer's lips thinned, “I told you not to underestimate them.”

“Five million streams is a lot in only twenty-four hours! Plus, I don't even think it's my best song…”

Spencer got up from the couch and gently placed his hands on your wrists. “It’s an amazing song. One of my favorites, actually.”

You lift an eyebrow, not completely convinced. “You sure you're not just saying that because of why I wrote the song?” A somber expression crossed his face, and you immediately reacted, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry– I know you're trying and me bringing it up whenever I have the chance doesn't help.”

He gently squeezed your wrist in response. Nothing had to be said at that moment. You were both still recovering from the short break in your relationship, but you meant everything you said in your song Feels Like.

Silence continued throughout the apartment, and he slowly led you to the bathroom where you had set up the sink area for the dyeing process.

“Spencer… what are you doing?” Your voice was soft, looking at him as he opened the boxes and pulled out the directions.

“Dyeing your hair.”

Heat filled your cheeks while staring at the soft and loving look on his face. This is what love feels like. This is what home feels like.

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singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant @chericherrypie @punksnotdeadbutiam @stillhere197 @laddywitch @httpstoyosi @obi-wansgirl @amandareids @mynameiskelly @charismatic-writer @aremuslupinsimp @loverliner

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[atimeofyourlife]

Cooking with love

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 2: cooking together | rated: g | wc: 243 | ao3 Buck and Tommy love cooking together.

Cooking was one of the most important things in Buck's life, especially when it was either with or for the people he loved. Some of his favorite memories were when he was cooking.

Maddie teaching him the basics of how to cook before she left for Boston. Nothing special, but at least making sure he could boil water without worrying about burning the house down.

Learning how to cook properly from Bobby. Hours of downtime at the firehouse spent in the kitchen, making sure Buck was not only able to feed himself, but an army of ravenous firefighters.

Baking cookies with Jee, so many different times.

But cooking with Tommy? It was special in an entirely different way.

Working side by side, in the kitchen at the loft, in the kitchen at Tommy's- now their- house.

Soft touches and sneaking kisses as they moved in tandem, unspoken requests for a utensil or ingredient to be passed. Love filling their space as they worked.

And it was a love they wanted to share, jumping at the chance to host their loved ones as often as they could.

They'd both heard other people complaining about cooking together, comments about getting in each others way, or grabbing something at the exact moment their partner needed it. But it wasn't something they could relate to.

Cooking together was the place they were at their happiest. So, it was no surprise when the proposal happened in the kitchen.

[fanfaire]

SHE PATS HERSELF DOWN ; already the shock is starting to give way to the dull smarting of her tailbone where she'd landed and side of her leg where the animal had struck her before carrying on its way. stepping away to reclaim her discarded hat, she looks up again only when the harried duke excuses himself, only to find the space previously occupied now vacant——eyes snap around to find he's already started off, wet with clothing plastered as though glued to him and looking, she now realizes, just as disheveled as the creature he'd pursued. "a criminal?" she parrots, looking next to the distance where the sheep still flees, startling another beachgoer along the way. "what did it do?"

but the duke was already quite out of earshot, so she only has two options left: stay and get herself back in order. or.

without really thinking, she starts after him at a jog, one hand anchoring her sun hat and half-stumbling on the sloping dry dunes. "wait, i can help!" the idea only begins to take shape as she moves, driven first by half-instinct, half-intrigue with a half-formed plan as a half-baked afterthought. the salon! yes, she was far too slow to catch up, but they could travel much faster, unencumbered by the ground.

"eh-hmm!" lofty is the command that calls their presence three and spurs them into gallant rescue, the bubbly and effervescent cavalry arriving on scene: "guards! catch that sheep!"

Solstice 2024: Wriothesley & Furina

sheep washing

[mingsolo]

SEXDAY — night version ⋆.˚

jongho x reader (f) / g: supernatural au, pwp, smut, wc: 243 / warnings: rough play, arms tied, unprotected sex ig? / r: 18+

< FREAKDAY [m.list] SUCKDAY >

The incubus got closer to you, though he enjoyed taking his time. The teasing as he liked to call it, to you, felt more like torture. 

“Haven’t I waited enough?” you whispered, eyes tearing down, looking up to Jongho who was now taking both your arms and placing them above your head. Jongho chuckles, carefully tying your hands together with a silk cloth, brushing your face with his fingers once he’s done. 

“I told you last time to stop trying to muffle your sounds, and you didn’t listen.” His voice was soft and melodic, it felt like an enchantment. “I will start taking measurements every time you break a rule, doll” 

When Jongho visited you for the first time, it was so different. You started so quietly, letting yourself indulge in the pleasure he provided, and he took his time knowing what made you lose control, sensations you didn’t even experience before him. 

The small sounds soon became loud moans, so loud that you got shocked the first time you realized how loud it was. Since the very first moans set Jongho on a mission, a mission to ruin you everytime. 

You whine and cry as he thrust into you with such force it seems like he wants to take roots inside you. And then the painful part, as you cry loudly when he stops, torturing you. “Jongho, please!” 

“Already begging?” he mocks, rocking your body with his thrust roughly/ “I’m just starting.” 

@mingsolo please do not repost/translate to other sites

[ccawz]

quiet

short blurbs with the hyung line loosely based off songs from my ‘quiet’ playlist

hyung line (chan, minho, changbin, hyunjin) x gn!reader | 987 words in total.

warnings: none. | long distance relationships (3/4) chan second guesses something major, in fiction; none of this is to depict skz members. changbin shows a very brief moment of fear of abandonment.

boy of the year 243 wc

“Can I tell you something?” Chan asks quietly, waiting for your response before he continues. “Sometimes, I think that maybe this life isn’t meant for me.” He takes your silence as an answer and chooses to keep talking until you come up with one. If you do. “Sometimes, when I’m on stage, I look in the crowd for you.” 

“I think, ‘Even though I left them, they’d still be here for me,’ and you are, and I’m grateful.” A sigh spills past. He’s frustrated, you’re not talking, and he’s starting to think it's because of him. “I promised you i would stay, and i left the next day. I miss you so much, and it’s starting to hurt.” 

The sun begins to show itself at the base of the horizon. The hill Chan sat on gave him the perfect view of the sunrise; it should have been a perfect moment, but you weren’t there. “It’s dark over there right now, isn’t it?” You hum in agreement. Chan sighs at the affirmation, seemingly annoyed that he was right. 

“Can I come back home to you now?” He asks, clenching his eyes shut to stop the tears from building in his eyes. 

“Not yet, Chan.” You whisper. Your voice is hoarse, and Chan lets the tears flow when he realizes you’ve been crying. “I want to be with you, just as much as you do, but it’s not time for you to come home yet.” 

lullaby for you 231 wc

“It’s my birthday,” Minho says quietly into the phone, “You didn’t tell me happy birthday yet.” 

You stare at your clock. It reads eight a.m., not midnight. “My clock is a minute off,” You tell him, not mentioning the time difference. “There we go. Happy birthday, Min.” He hums, eyes turning upwards as he smiles. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that you know all too well, sighing as you turn over. “You’re gonna tell me Jisung said it first, aren’t you?”

“No,” he denies, but the sparkle in his eyes is still there. “You were the first one.” You hum, assuming he was going to say more. But Minho stays quiet. You’d thought he’d fallen asleep, but as you looked at your screen, his eyes were wide and misty as he looked at you. “‘M tired.” He murmurs. 

You let out an amused hum at his slur of words, smiling cheekily when his head started to fall as he fought back sleep. “Sing me to sleep.” He whispers, propping his phone up against a pillow. And when you reply with an ‘Okay,’ Minho only stares at the screen while you hum, not sing, him a lullaby. He’s still tired, and sleep is slowly taking over him, but Minho wants to relish in this moment. Where nothing is said, nothing is incomplete; where it was just you and him.

keep me  224 wc

Changbin never expected to come home to a quiet house after being away for nearly a year. He’d become so used to roaming voices and bustling sounds around him during tour that your apartment started feeling foreign to him. 

He leaves his bags near the door, telling himself that it’s a thing for tomorrow, that there was something more important he needs to do instead. He reaches the bedroom door, and a new weight settles onto his shoulders. Was he nervous to face you? Or was he afraid that there wouldn’t be anyone on the other side of the door?

Changbin takes a deep breath, twists the knob, and slowly opens the door. He sighs when he sees your figure under the sheets, your stomach rising and falling steadily as you sleep. He makes his way to your side of the bed, sinking to the floor in front of you, taking in the sight of your resting face.

He turns to settle in beside you, keeping a close distance from you. He wanted to hold you. He just didn’t know if you wanted to be held. Yet, by shocking coincidence, your arm reaches behind you, feeling blindly for his hand until he gives it. “Wake me up next time.” 

“Okay,” He whispers, eyes falling at the possibility– the probability– of next time. “I will.” 

a song nobody knows 268wc 

Hyunjin didn’t believe it when Chan said it would be a good idea to go busking to raise funds for their soccer uniforms. 

And he still doesn’t. 

His eyes follow the man who tossed a crumpled receipt and what he thinks is ten won into the open guitar case, and he desperately tries to wipe the sour look on his face when a new crowd passes by. Three songs later, Chan calls for a break. The crowd disperses at the announcement, a few people leaving crumpled bills to them. 

“This is hopeless.” Hyunjin sighed, sitting next to Chan. The older boy presses his lips in a thin line, not knowing how to disagree with him. “And it’s getting late. How much longer do we have to be out here?”

“We can go after this last song,” Chan says, beginning to grow restless himself. “Maybe we’ll get lucky.” Hyunjin hums unamused as he lifts himself off the bench. His sigh is picked up through the mic as he prepares himself for disappointment, and he closes his eyes, ready to sing a song that nobody knows.

Chan, who kept his eyes open– though he hadn’t known Hyunjin’s were closed in the first place– notices how you stopped walking when your eyes set on them. He watches you brush your friends off when they tell you to keep walking. He watches your eyes float around Hyunjin, taking him in like he was a piece of art with no description. 

And he watches you reach into your wallet, and place three folded bills into the case while your eyes never left Hyunjin.

a/n; maknae line will be posted later 🫶

[kkami-writes]

Hi again 🥺 could you possibly use “can i kiss you?" From the dialogue portion of your prompt list please! For binnie 😭

💙⚡️anon

pairing. changbin x gn!reader tags. friends to lovers wc. 243 700 followers special! : closed! thank you all so much! ♡

The date had been going well despite your initial worries. You have been friends with Changbin for awhile and when he had admitted he had feelings for you, you had been a little worried. Not because you didn't fell the same way, no that wasn't it. You definitely had your own crush on the handsome boy but you had been terrified of ruining your friendship.

But he had reassured you over and over again that nothing would change. If things worked out he would just be both your boyfriend and best friend. You had to admit that you couldn't really see a downside to that.

Your date had been amazing, Changbin paying such close attention to you that it made you feel safe and loved. He had dropped you off at your apartment, happily walking you to the door.

"This was amazing Bin. Thank you, really,"

"Yeah? So much that...you'd bless me with a second date?" He asks a little timidly.

"Of course. I'd love that,"

Immediately his smile gets wider, coming to tuck some of your hair behind your ear before fully cupping your cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks but it's quiet, almost like a whisper. Just a secret between the two of you. You had nodded rather eagerly.

Changbin presses his lips to yours softly, a sweet and perfect first kiss. There truly was no better way to end this amazing night. You had never wanted it to end.

[torturedpoetskywalker]

looking at you got me thinking nonsense

read on AO3

243 wc, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Jannah/Rey, Femslash, Slow Burn, G-rating, Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, Master/Padawan Relationship, part 4 of Star Wars Sapphic Week 2024 (@starwarssapphicweek) and part 2 of @jedijune

Summary: Jannah can't focus on Jedi training when Rey looks at her like that, actually, when Rey looks like that.

[f0ofishies]

HAIKYUU

I. upperclassmen!kenma drabble (sfw)

wc ; 243

no trigger warnings..!

II. what he does when he climax ; hq edition (nsfw)

wc ; 558

tw ; recordings, mentions of womb, dumbification, overstimulaton.

[cluelesspigeons]

Cp’s drarry microfic masterlist

May 2023

✨ May 2nd: Packing ✨

Prompt: travel

Wc: 100

Most important tags: travelling / chaotic packing / harry has adhd

✨ May 5th: Welcome home ✨

Prompt (song): how you get the girl by Taylor Swift

Wc: 243

Most important tags: reunion / auror or unspeakable harry / secret mission

✨ May 9th: Morning coffee ✨

Prompt: dew

Wc: 164

Most important tags: older drarry / early morning / hot summer day

✨ May 12th: Okay ✨

Prompt (song): sanctuary by origene

Wc: 170

Most important tags: asexual harry / supportive draco / coming out / comfort

✨ May 16th: Changes ✨

Prompt: changes

Wc: 165

Most important tags: autistic draco / supportive harry / stimming

✨ May 19th: Happy pills ✨

Prompt (song): night crawling by Miley Cyrus

Wc: 250

Most important tags: clubbing / flirting / party drugs / drug use

✨May 23rd: The vet ✨

Prompt: bees

Wc: 164

Most important tags: beehive / getting stung by bees / padfoot the dog / dog parents drarry / going to the vet

✨ May 26th: Abyss ✨

Prompt (song): mermaids by Florence + the machine

Wc: 106

Most important tags: dark drarry / sirens / blood / murder / destruction

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