#sorry its been a sleepy 2024

[clansoftheshoshone]

Hello! I’m interested in joining this roleplay, are you planning to open submissions at some point?

We will make sure to post well before to let everybody know! I know we've been closed for a couple of years as we have quite a few members in the server as is, but we are planning to prune inactive members and make room for some new folks in the next coming months, fingers crossed! As it is now I cannot give an accurate timeline </3

Just as a forewarning CanyonClan will likely not be accepting many new players as we want to focus on bringing activity up in the other clans!!

[a-sleepy-ginger]

13/3/24

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Learned about interesting topic in psychology

Doodled a bit

Saw alot of magpies

[arieslost]

little spoon | ln4

summary: lando is the little spoon for the first time.

word count: 835

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you’re half asleep when lando finally gets into bed.

you don’t mean to fall asleep, fully intending to stay awake, but the jet lag is really getting to you. you were hellbent on staying up in order to spend some extra time alone with your boyfriend after such a tumultuous day, especially because your flight to jeddah had been delayed.

you had only caught a glimpse of him before he had to get in the car, so you couldn’t do your pre-race ritual. instead, lando had sprinted to where you stood at the side of the track, hoping to at least give him an encouraging thumbs up, and kissed you so quickly that you barely even felt it before he was running back to his car.

so yeah, a little private time to decompress together sounded really nice. you’ve been trying everything you could, but you’re fighting a losing battle with your heavy eyelids.

the dip of the mattress has you blinking your eyes open, rubbing a hand over your face as lando slips under the covers. you give him a soft smile, and he returns it.

“hey, sleepy,” he whispers.

“hey,” you whisper back. “y’okay?”

“yeah. tired. still kinda pissed off.” he admits.

the race had gone so well, for a little while, at least. the rush of adrenaline you felt when your boyfriend led the race was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, and then he crossed the finish line in p8. you’re still learning the ins and outs of race strategy and whatnot, but you know that something had gotten lost when it came to lando’s strategy.

“sorry, baby,” you reach out and brush your fingers through his curls, still damp from the shower. “things will be better next race.”

“at least one of us is optimistic.” he grumbles, pressing himself further into your hand when you move it from his hair to caress his cheek.

“it will be,” you insist. “and i will be there, ready to say ‘i told you so.’”

he rolls his eyes playfully, and you push his face away in return. “you are so rude.”

“but you looove me,” he coos, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.

“lucky you,” you make a face at him.

he laughs, sliding a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in for a long kiss.

you hum happily, appreciating how warm his body is and how good he smells. you want nothing more than to cuddle him close to you, pet his head, kiss his shoulder and his neck…

the lightbulb goes off in your head, and you break the kiss, causing lando to whine in dissatisfaction.

“baby…”

“you’re never the little spoon.” you say, like that explains why you’d want to stop kissing him.

“yeah,” he shrugs, pressing another kiss to your lips. “so?”

“so,” you begin, giggling when he goes in for yet another kiss, “maybe tonight you can be.”

“really?” he furrows his eyebrows. “you want to do that?”

“mhmm,” you affirm against his lips when he kisses you again before you can answer. “wanna hold you. you had a long day.”

“i did have a long day.” he agrees, sighing dramatically. “fine. one more kiss?”

“if you insist,” its your turn to playfully roll your eyes as he kisses you, smiling all the while and making an obnoxious mwah sound before he shifts onto his side away from you.

you scooch closer to him and a little further up the bed in order to get one of your arms between his neck and the pillow. the other goes under his own arm and rests against his bare chest.

“this okay?” you ask.

he nods, kissing your forearm.

“good,” you smile against his shoulder. “i love you, lan.”

“love you so much, my baby.” he murmurs, tangling your fingers together.

your heart beats a little faster at his use of my. for as long as you’ve been with him, you’ve never quite gotten used to that lovestruck feeling you get whenever he refers to you as his. you leave little kisses across his shoulder and his neck until his breathing evens out and your eyes fall shut.

when you wake in the morning, you’re sprawled out on your back with one lando norris still fast asleep and attached to your side like a koala. your left arm is still around his shoulders, but his face is snuggled into your neck, his arm is looped around your waist, and one of his legs is in between both of yours. you’re a little chilly courtesy of the blankets being stuck between your bodies, so you slowly move onto your side to face him so you can wrap your other arm around him and pull him closer.

he never says anything about it, to preserve his “macho-ness,” as he likes to put it, but every time he gets into bed and rolls onto his side after that night, you always know exactly what he’s asking for.

note: i warned y’all this would happen and here i am. also i’m still exhausted from going to a concert and then staying up for quali so if there’s any mistakes that i missed pls tell me otherwise i will die of embarrassment 💪🏼💪🏼

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[binniesbooks]

Ok ok soo lets start with Yeonjun SINCE i think you said unti palang sya sa acc mo SOOOOOOO.. thinking abt teaserdom!yeonjun x sub!reader

Scenario isss, reader is fucking horny, its 3am and shes still awake (she has insomnia like me) she suddenly had a wave of horniness and how did she deal with that??? She masturbates, trying so hard not to make a sound since yeonjun is sleeping so pretty beside her (he's awake and aware LMAO) anddd like its not enough for her so she slowly takes yeonjun's hand and uses it to pleasure herself 👹 ( and we all know what happend after that👀 to be more detailed, yeonjun is a tease and edges reader ahhweibaiw ) the rest is yours to write fayee💓

It may not be the best BUT i thought abt this last night and i just had to request it to someone AFGRHRBRBRBRB

ALSOOO THIS IS WHAT IM IMAGING WHAT YEONJUN LOOKS LIKE IN THIS REQUEST WJSJSJSJSJSJ just change the pants into shorts hehe

• A HELPING HAND

YJ 999 .F25 2024

wc 2.2k

pairings performerbf!Yeonjun x insomniac!reader

warnings teaserdom!Yeonjun, sub!reader, self-relieving, mentions of medication for insomnia, pornographic video clips(?), light somno if you squint, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note took me so long, mock board wracked my brain. So thankful classes got suspended so I took the chance to write lol. HAHAHAHAHA

special thanks to dear @aduh0308 i love you, hun.

"Goodnight, love, 'm sorry, too sleepy," Yeonjun muttered, lips pouty and voice sleepy.

"Goodnight, Jjunie, sleep tight," you answered, slowly combing your fingers through his hair.

With a low hum, you felt his hot breath against your neck. His little snores hinted that he drifted to sleep already, too tired from practicing all day.

Your eyes were so full of him today too, as you watched him repeatedly practice his dance performance, "Guilty". Yeonjun's figure was so sexy. His toned abs were revealed multiple times as he slid his hand under his shirt to hold his chin and cover his mouth.

Yeonjun is so particular in what he does, he wants everything to be perfect. So he always tries his best to get into the emotion of whatever he is doing. That’s the reason why he looks so extra sexy in the video he filmed for his performance, his white shirt riding off his abs.

Yeonjun nuzzled his face closer to your neck, unconsciously trying to find some warmth from you in your air-conditioned room.

It'd already been 4 hours since he fell asleep, however, you, on the other hand, weren't sleepy even for a bit. These past few days, you haven't had enough sleep, as your insomnia kicks every night. So when Yeonjun tossed and turned around lying flat on his back, you think of an idea to make yourself feel sleepy since your medication hasn't been helping. These past few days, you've been resorting to touching yourself to feel tired and fall asleep. But you thought, maybe tonight you should let it pass since your boyfriend was fast asleep next to you.

As you were scrolling on Yeonjun's phone, trying to find something to watch or read, you suddenly thought of opening his gallery.

You were met with an unfamiliar album entitled "for my pretty girl". The album quickly piques your interest as you open it. Your mouth hung open when you saw it was a compilation of videos where Yeonjun was clearly touching himself.

Your plan to abstain from self-relief for tonight? Revoked.

You opened one of the videos as you listened to his voice in the background.

"Mmhh... ngh... Love... Please, more..." Yeonjun's voice was so whiny, the camera kept on shaking as his abs kept on clenching. His huffs and pants got louder as the tip of his cock leaked. His shaky breath could be heard as he stopped stroking his cock, the full view made you notice how it harshly twitched, eager for touch.

"Fuck, love, I can't wait to feel you around me, I missed you," he huffs.

You opened a few more videos of Yeonjun desperately touching himself and whispering behind the camera how he badly wanted to feel you squeeze him.

Until you found yourself with your hand slowly circling your clothed clit. "Jjun...." you whispered, biting your lip to prevent any loud noise that would come out of your mouth. You placed the phone beside your head as you listened to his voice in the video whimpering and whining.

You slipped off your pajamas, quickly tossing them on the floor as you pressed your head further against your pillow, trying to suppress your moans. Your slender fingers played with your arousal, and your other hand crept under your shirt, pinching your nipples. Your breathing was ragged and shaky as you tried to suppress it once again.

Feeling a little bit needy, you carefully slid your digits inside you, curling and pumping them inside, trying to reach the right spots. Your body shook from pleasure, your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them. The squelching sound made it so filthy as you pushed your fingers in and out. "Yeonjun..." You whispered his name once again, your voice coming out as a croak. You tried your best to stay quiet because you didn't want him to wake up from you trying to relieve yourself.

Suddenly, your slender fingers felt shorter than usual. Still unsatisfied, you grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with you first before settling it down on your pussy. You decided to use his pretty fingers to get off. You gasped loudly when you slid his finger inside you. You didn't pay much attention to it, losing the chance to notice that his fingers were a bit stiff as if he were controlling them. Holding his hand, you guide his fingers in and out of you, desperate to cum.

With a few more pumps, a little bit more of biting your lips, and a heart-pounding experience to suppress your moans, you were just about the edge. "A b-bit more," you muttered, bucking your hips up. "'m so close, 'm gonna cum," you huffed, eyes closed, head pressed on the pillow.

Then his hand stopped. No, you didn't get to cum yet. His hand came to a pause from moving, hell, it was even pulled away from you. You whined from the empty feeling until you heard a rustling sound from beside you.

"You're using my hand to get off? How dirty are you, pretty girl?" Yeonjun chuckled, turning to his side and using his elbow to support his body to face you, giving his fingers kitten licks.

Your eyes widened as you pulled the blanket over your body, stuttering your excuses, "N-no! I can explain love, p-please this is.. it's not w-what it looks like!"

"Hmm, fuck, you taste so sweet, love," Yeonjun moaned, still sucking on his slick-covered fingers.

"Yeonjun," you gulped.

Yeonjun laid on his back again, pushing his white shirt up, exposing his toned abs as he ran his hand under it. "Mhh..." he moaned teasingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Stop that," you pouted, quietly sliding your hand under the sheets, trying to relieve yourself again. You slipped your finger inside you again, though your silent gasp didn't go past Yeonjun without him noticing it.

"My desperate girlfriend," he cooed as he hovered above you, pulling the sheets away, catching you red-handed. He pulled your hand and sucked on your fingers as his moans vibrated through your skin.

You were too embarrassed to look at him, so you tried covering your eyes.

"What makes you so shy now that you weren't earlier?" he whispered, lowering his head on your tummy. The hem of your shirt was caught between his teeth as he pulled it up. He looked over you with his hooded eyes as he dipped his head down once again, planting a kiss on your upper abdomen.

You couldn't help but tangle your fingers on his hair as you watched him. Yeonjun pressed his tongue flat on your burning skin, licking a long stripe from your navel and up.

His kisses moved down to your waist, giving it a few splotchy red marks. Without tearing his gaze on you, his tongue grazed your clit, making you dig your heels on the bed and arch your back, too desperate to feel him.

Yeonjun held both sides of your waist, his thumb gently massaging your flushed skin, as he continuously teasingly grazed your clit with his tongue.

Just when you thought you could relax for a bit, he suddenly licked a long stripe on your folds, making your body shiver and your grip tighten against his soft locks. You lifted your hips up, trying to meet his lips and tongue again, but he just pushed you down, making you whine.

"No no no no, pretty. Have sum' patience," he cooed, landing a slap on your thigh and making you yelp.

Dipping his head down once again, his sharp tongue prodded at your hole. His hum resonated around the four corners of the room as he felt you tug his hair a little bit harder.

"Fuck, Yeonjun, please..." you whined, trying to lift your hips again.

He hoisted your legs on his shoulder, tucking his hand under your thighs as he started to lap on your wet folds.

"S-stop... Ahh!"

Your squirming and trembling figure made him pull you closer to his mouth as he ate you out. Your heels digging onto his back as you feel yourself getting wetter, your fingers clutching the sheets underneath you. The obscene sounds he made makingthe knot in your stomach tighten.

"Close... So close..." you whimpered, trying to grind on his mouth.

But to your disappointment, Yeonjun pulled away, his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your arousal. "W-what the hell!" you exclaimed, eyes teary.

"You wanna cum that badly, sweetie?" Yeonjun smirked.

"Please, please, please," you pleaded, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around nothing.

Yeonjun swiftly removes his thin shirt, grabbing both of your hands and tying his shirt around your wrists. "Only if you become a good girl for me," he said, tightening the makeshift rope.

"I'll be good, love, please. P-please let me cum, l-let me cum," you whined.

"Really?" he taunts. "Even if I do this?" Yeonjun slid his two fingers inside you and immediately withdrew it.

Your thighs were shaking as you yelp, "Wanna cum, wanna cum, please!" you cried loudly.

Yeonjun could only chuckle at you as he watched you rub your thighs together.

"Aren't you too horny, pretty girl? My videos made you this horny? Hm?" His fingers crept up your body, twisting your nipples in the process.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Ahh! More... Hng!" You didn’t even know the words or noises coming out of your mouth, you just desperately wanted to cum right now.

"Look at you, you're such a mess. Still unsatisfied even after using my videos and fingers to get off," he snickered.

"You should be a little patient, darling. Just like this guy in here," he added, palming himself through his black shorts.

"D'you wanna get my dick wet?" he asked, kissing your temple. You nodded frantically, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you just need him.

Yeonjun rose to his knees between your body, pulling his shorts down a little to expose his hardened cock, kissing his lower abdomen. You bit your lip as you watched him repeatedly pump his cock.

"Mhhmp, this feels nice, fuck," he smirked, closing his eyes as he looks up. His adams apple bobbed u p and down as his mouth opened and closed simultaneously from the pleasure.

"Want to feel you, Jjun," you pouted, rubbing your thighs together again.

"You wanna feel me? Wanna be my cocksleeve, baby?" he smirked. You nodded at him again, biting your lips as you imagined him fucking your brains out like he usually did.

"Patience, pretty," he giggled, pressing the tip of his cock on your swollen lips.

Just when you were about to open your mouth and suck him, he pulled away. "Nah-uh, you're a bad girl, so eager for a mere cock. What are you, a slut?" he frowned, making you feel embarrassed. You covered your face using your tied hands.

"Covering your face? Wanna miss the fun part?"

When you peeked between your fingers, you saw him stroking his cock as his pre-cum shines on the tip of his cock.

"Whenever I'm not with you, I touch myself. I made a compilation just for you to watch how I badly wanna fuck you. Fuck-- " His brows creased, feeling the hair on the back of his head stand up.

"Not wanting anything other than to fuck you when I'm stressed," he muttered, his grip on his cock tightening as you heard him grunt.

"J-junnie, please, wanna cum with you," you whimpered, not being able to watch him any further.

"Sure!" he smirked as he aligned himself against your throbbing core.

You felt the good stretch as you gasped and a guttural moan ripped through him.

Yeonjun started moving inside, strings of curses coming out of his mouth as he felt you clench. He made sure to thrust deep to reach the parts where you and his fingers couldn't. Yeonjun practically pressing his hips on yours just to make you feel full sent you reeling.

You looped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, your fingers tangled on his locks once again as you felt him raw inside you.

"B-bit more... I'm gonna cum--"

Yeonjun still inside you, edging himself at the same as his body trembled from the sudden halt . "Fuck," he whispered.

"No no no no please, please no baby, I'm so close, I'm so close please," you cried out loud.

"H-hah, you're so desperate, pretty girl," he huffed, pressing his hips against you once again.

He then lifted his hips up for a bit. "Fuck yourself on me, show me how desperate you are, " he taunted.

No need for him to say it twice. You started moving your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, and burying him inside you as deep as possible. Until he decided to meet your hips halfway, making you feel him on your throat. The shallow thrusts make you whimper, and your body trembles.

"Gonna fill you up, need to fill you," he muttered through gritted teeth, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Please, please, please!"

With a few more thrusts, your body convulsed, and strings of moans coming from you caused Yeonjun to bust.

"Fucking shit!" he hissed as he let his head fall against your chest. He slowly moved for a little while, letting the two of you ride out your high, draining himself inside you.

His body felt burning hot against your skin as your hearts thumped hard together. Your pants and huffs filled the room, which made it feel steamy even when the air- conditioning is on.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Congratulations, You're Pregnant | Kim Hongjoong

-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Wife!Reader

-> Request: No

-> Synopsis: Y/N finds out why she's been sick the past two weeks.

-> Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, fatigue, medical talk. This is terrible and didn't turn out how I expected it to.

-> Word Count: 656

-> Requests: Open.

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Waking up from her slumber, Y/N turns onto her back and gazes up at her husband through sleepy eyes.  

He smiles down at her, “Hi, sleepyhead.” 

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” she pouts as she starts to feel guilty for falling asleep not even ten minutes into the movie. Now the two-hour movie is almost finished, and she couldn’t tell you how it went or even remembered how it started. 

“It makes up for all the times I’ve fallen asleep on you during movie night,” he assures her and looks at her with concern. “Are you still not feeling too good?” 

She nods and sits up as a wave of nausea washes over her. “I don’t know what’s going. I thought it might be the stomach flu but it’s coming up two weeks and it’s not easing off at all. The nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and fatigue. I just want it to end.” 

“I think it's time to see a doctor,” he suggests, turning off the TV and getting up from the couch.  

“I can schedule an appointment for tomorrow. It's not urgent,” she says.  

“It's urgent for me. My wife has been sick for two weeks, and I want to find out what's causing it,” he says, heading to the door to put on his shoes and coat.  

Without protest, she lets him help her with her shoes and jacket before they leave the house. 

Four long hours have passed slowly, making it feel like they’ve been sitting there for an eternity. Y/N's arm is connected to a fluid drip to replenish her hydration while they anxiously await the results of the blood tests. 

Y/N's frustration is reaching its peak as she sits on the hospital bed, ready to throttle the next person who enters. She is becoming more agitated by the minute from all the constant beeping of the machines, people muttering to each other and the smell, that hospital grade disinfectant smell. She swears it’s ten times worse than it usually is and she knows the smell well. Her mother’s been a nurse since before Y/N was born. She’d often bring the smell home with her. 

Finally, the doctor re-enters the cubicle with a surprising announcement. "Congratulations," he says, breaking the silence. "You're pregnant."  

The young couple is left speechless, completely taken aback. They haven’t been trying for a baby, both agreeing to wait until next year after all the tour stuff is over. 

Now, faced with this unexpected news, their plans are thrown into disarray. Y/N's frustration quickly transforms into a whirlwind of emotions - shock, fear, and a hint of excitement.

The doctor continues, explaining the next steps and offering support. Y/N's mind races, not hearing anything the doctor is saying as she looks at Hongjoong, searching for some kind of reassurance.  

Hongjoong, sensing Y/N's shift in emotions, reaches out and takes her hand. They exchange a knowing look, silently acknowledging that their lives are about to change in the best way possible. 

"I’m sorry, could you please repeat all that?" Hongjoong politely asks the doctor, letting Y/N know that she wasn't the only one who missed what was said. 

As soon as Hongjoong and Y/N step foot in their apartment, Hongjoong pulls Y/N into his arms, and buries his face into her neck, as he repeats "I love you," over and over again.  

She wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly, feeling his tears wet her skin. Feeling her own tears build up, she becomes overwhelmed 

As the news of the unexpected pregnancy continues to sink in, the feelings from earlier, the shock, the fear and the little tinge of excitement, intensifies. Especially the fear and excitement.  

In less than 8 months, their small family of two will become a family of three. 

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[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 9: Wake up!

Pairing: Lee!Kaveh, Ler!Alhaitham - Romantic

Word count: 588

[notes: I love sleepy tiggles its so cute. I also love kaveh x alhaitham. Ehehehee, sorry this is short btw, I didn;t have many ideas ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა]

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It was currently 7:30 am exactly. This would have been the ideal time for Alhaitham to get up from bed to prepare for his duties at the Akademiya, if not for the sleeping blonde beside him. He slowly opened his eyes, slowly stirring back into consciousness, and taking in his surroundings. Golden rays of light seeped through the thick curtains of his room, a warm blanket was thrown over both of them, and he could feel the arm of his lover thrown over his torso.

Alhaitham tried sitting up from his position but was unfortunately dragged back down onto the bed by said blonde. Alhaitham’s heart fluttered at the sight of his partner sleeping so peacefully without a hint of stress in his facial expression. Oh… it was like Alhaitham was falling in love all over again.

The grey-haired man felt Kaveh stirring in his sleep, the grip of his hug tightening a bit around Alhaitham and it looked like Kaveh didn’t want to move any time soon… 

Suddenly, an idea came to him. The scribe moved around on the bed and brought Kaveh into a tight and comforting hug. His face scrunching up cutely as Kaveh began to wake up from the movement. “Ngggh… Alhaitham, it’s too early…” Kaveh whined, tightening his grip on Alhaitham, for someone with such a lean body, he sure had some strength.

Alhaitham sighed “Kaveh, it’s time for me to wake up”, he gently shook the sleepy Kaveh, resulting in another stubborn whine coming from the blonde. Oh well, at least he had a reason to use his plan now.

The scribe slowly lowered his hands to Kaveh’s sides and gave them an experimental squeeze, causing the architect to yelp and immediately clamp his arms down. The flustered look on his face was absolutely priceless. “Al-alhaitham, don’t you dare…”

A teasing chuckle came from Alhaitham, “Oh, I dare” and immediately, the slender, long fingers worked their way around Kaveh’s torso. The thin pajama shirt doing nothing to protect him from the onslaught of tickles.

Sweet giggles poured out of Kaveh’s mouth and he sleepily tried to escape from Alhaitham’s death (but also very comforting) grip, yet Alhaitham’s grasp on him was unwavering. Alhaitham’s fingers traveled up towards Kaveh’s ribs and scribbled on his ribs at lightning speed, making him squirm around like an adorable fish out of water. “NyahahaAHAh- AhHAhahai-ahahaithahaham, yohohou wihin- YOhohoHU wihiHIN!” a bright smile dawned his face along with a light pink blush.

Alhaitham, however, opted to stay silent, continuing his ticklish assault all while Kaveh was letting out sleepy giggles. How cruel was Alhaitham to absolutely torture Kaveh after not even 5 minutes of waking him up?

However, he decided to take pity on his boyfriend. He changed from faster scribbles on one of his worst spots to lighter and softer tickles on his stomach, making the blonde light-heartedly laugh and squirm around on the bed, softly pawing at Alhaitham’s hand. “Okhahay, I’m uhuhp- ehehe…”

After a few more moments of the light banter between them, Alhaitham stopped giving his boyfriend a moment to catch his breathe and a well-deserved break. “You’re such a dick, ‘Haitham.” Kaveh grumbled under his breath, a soft blush still visible on his cheeks and ears. 

Alhaitham gave Kaveh a playful glare before smirking “You think what I did was bad? I can go waaaay worse” 

“Wa-wait Al-alhaitham I was joking! Waitwaitwait wahahaHAAHIT NOHhohOHo!” It looks like Alhaitham will need to file a report stating why he was late to work later…

[seo-julie]

Natsu Kanna - The Child Mechanical God Ep 1

Characters: Kanna, Makoto, Keito Release: 25/7/2024 Proofreading: leen Translation: seo-julie

Season: Spring Location: Seisoukan courtyard

[Two years since ES was established. In mid-April, in the courtyard of Seisoukan]

Keito: …

Makoto: Hmm? Oh, Hasumi-senpai!

Good evening~.... Um, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?

Keito: That's my line. Don't look so embarrassed, I don't blame you for staying up late.

In that sense, I'm also on the same boat.

Hmm. Do you feel like you have plenty of things to do but don't have the time to sleep, since you've just switched to a new fiscal year¹?

Makoto: (I can't say it! I can't believe I missed my chance to go to bed when I was downloading and playing new spring titles!)

(I can't believe I was so immersed in the game that I neglected my work…!)

Ahaha. Well, I've just graduated from Yumenosaki and things have been hectic for me I guess~? Maybe that's why I couldn't sleep~?

Keito: Hmm. You, you're as delicate as you look.

If you're okay with it, I'd like to teach you how to prepare for your new life.

Makoto: Eh, like the New Life Fair? That's right, it's so troubling! Rare games with a premium price are on sale at a great discount!²

Keito: What are you talking about? Hmm… I'm not very familiar with the games you love, but–

Makoto: (Ah, have I been exposed? Will he get angry?)

Keito: So, that's why I'm asking for your help.

Here, what do you think of this?

Makoto: ? This is…?

Huh, what is this? There's a strange machine in the shadow of a tree.

Hm, is that a UFO or something that crash-landed?

Keito: I don't know. I couldn't sleep so I was on night patrol as I'm the dorm supervisor, and then I found this suspicious thing.

I couldn't ignore it and wondered what to do. How incorrigible.

Makoto: W-what is this? I can hear a beeping sound. It's so futuristic-like~. It's so sci-fi-like~.

Keito: Hey, don't touch it so carelessly. It might explode.

Makoto: I don't think it will explode though…

Ah, just as I expected. I reckon it's a style I have seen before. I'm sure there's a control panel here–

Yeah. Alright, it seems like I can move it.

Keito: M-move it? Is this a giant robot that merges and transforms, or something?

Makoto: I don't think it will merge, but maybe it can transform?

Look! Look, Hasumi-senpai, open~sesame~♪

Keito: Why do you seem so excited? You're just a "Trickstar" after all.

Kanna: …

Keito: Hm, the lid (?) has opened and the inside is exposed! This is…

Kanna: Good morning.

Keito: Uh, a-ah… morning.

Is this a great time to greet someone in a carefree manner? You were inside a machine!? Are you an alien? Tsukinaga would be overjoyed if he found out!

Kanna: I'm not an alien.

Sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.

I'm sleepy right now so it's a pain to explain but… In this case; it can't be helped, I guess.

The greeting I said earlier wasn't accurate, wasn't it? For me it's “good morning” but, for you guys it's “good evening”.

Keito: No, what are you talking about?

Makoto: He's a child who goes at his own pace, don't you think?

Kanna: In short, I was sleeping here.

The bed I was given with in the room was extremely uncomfortable to sleep on.

Keito: Hmm, you also had so many worries that you couldn't sleep at night, right?

Kanna: I don't have any particular problems. I just couldn't sleep, so I brought my bed I use at home.

Keito: B-bed? That strange thing is your bed?

Kanna: Yes. I checked the dormitory rules, and I don't think it prohibited bringing furniture into Seisoukan.

However, its size was too large to bring into the room… That's why I decided to sleep here; outside. 

If you are on the premises, there shouldn't be any problem with sleeping outside in the courtyard using tents or sleeping bags, right?

Keito: It's not recommended though. I mean, I think I'm going to be fooled by the fact he talks about it so bluntly but, I think it's a bit of a stretch to call this strange machine a sleeping bag– I think it looks pretty painful...

¹ In Japan, the government's fiscal year is from 1 April to 31 March. ² He’s probably talking to himself in this line. Even I couldn't understand him.

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Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/5/2024) Episode: Dinner and Dancing

At the reception Luigi kept his drone recording as everyone gathered to enjoy the seafood feast he’d helped prepare earlier that afternoon.

Bonnie, who was flying solo as usual, was seated across from Noemi. Now that she understood the bride’s own social struggles, she was willing to admit “Leroy’s “demanding job” isn’t really the reason he never comes to these things. He’s socially awkward, and crowds make him anxious.” 

“I totally get it.” Noemi sympathized, “I’ve come to accept this zoo…” she waved to indicate the crowded table “as “part of the package” with Lu’s close knit family, but its awesome you’re willing to let Leroy enjoy his solitude.” She leaned in closer. “I’m a little jealous, I wish I was home right now too.”

Lu himself was happily telling Grandpa Don “PrimSim gave us a bonus for our little Harvestfest collab, no doubt due to your expert lead…”

 Don held up a hand to stop Luigi from making the offer he knew was coming “That’s great! You can consider it an extra wedding present.”

In lieu of dessert champagne was poured and both sims of honor rose to give a toast.

Amaya went first “At the last wedding Luigi and I attended I told him I never wanted to see him again. Then I stumbled into friendship with his pretty momma as we were both learning to be better mommas to our incoming bundles of joy. Ain’t life strange? You did good hot stuff – but if you let my girl down you best believe I’ll be the one kicking your butt!”

Denton followed up with “Luigi and I got off to a bit of a rough start…” “To be fair,” Luigi hollered back to the crowds delight, “we WERE toddlers…”

“… but we grew up to have a lot in common.” his cousin continued with a smile. “Noemi, much as we both love him, it’s clear that he doesn’t quite deserve you. We’re all so very glad you eventually agreed to marry him anyway!” Luigi nodded happily, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

Bellies full and hearts light everyone made their way to the dance floor after dinner.

For their first dance the newlyweds had picked an upbeat funky tune. The pair shimmied onto the floor and proceeded to boogie down, performing an adorable duet to the quirky retro love song they both felt perfectly captured the essence of their story and their love for one another.

🎶For so long, You and me been findin' each other for so long… I want you layin' in the love I have to bring, I'd do anything to be your everything🎶

When their song finished the pair invited everyone to join them and “get this dance party started!”.

Luigi of course was in his element, but Noemi surprised herself by how much fun she was having.

Surrounded by the large crowd of family and friends she’d come to know so well, on one of the happiest days of her life, she felt nothing but joy as she swayed in time to the music.

All good things must come to an end, and as Luigi and Noemi’s party ended, he was approached by Professor Silva.

“Care to autograph this for me? I’d love to hang it on the “wall of fame” in my office”. His old advisor handed over a headshot from Luigi’s days as co-captain of Foxbury’s E-Sports team. As Luigi worked, he added “I was sorry to hear about your Carpel Tunnel, but glad you’re taking it seriously.”

Luigi, remembering that his coach’s own stress injury had kept him from going pro, nodded. “Thanks. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s given me a chance to put those leadership skills you taught me to good use.” He handed back the picture and promised to check up on the professor’s current team soon.

Once their guests had all departed Luigi snuggled Noemi close “So, wife of mine… man I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that… I know that both of us are “seldom sleepy” these days. You up to have a little more fun before bed?”

“Absolutely” she replied “After all, it’s a rare treat not to have anyone but ourselves to worry about. Carpe Diem!”

Luigi laughed “well OK then, let’s go!”

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Ok I'm so excited to share this!!

This work is part of the Week of the Winter Star Feast 2024 organised by the Stardew Valley Fanfiction Writers Guild

@stardewfanficwriters

Day 1: Snowed In

The Ao3 Link right there:

The work under the cut. A conversation between Shane and Evelyn while snowed in, stuck in the old farm.

I want to thank @annetastic1981a SO MUCH for letting me bring her idea to life. Thank you thank you thank you ♥

It happened so fast, I am still trying to gather myself.

I wanted some holly, to make a Winterfest Wreath. Strangely, the forest was bare, and as I walked up through the farm to reach the backwoods, the storm hit.

Thankfully, the new ranch addition was there, apparently trying to find a lost chicken. It is still a little blurry, but he quickly grabbed me, a chicken in his other arm, and shoved me in the old abandoned farm. Just in time before the snow started falling in heavy layers.

The wind is howling through the decrepit wooden walls and down the chimney. He wanted to start a fire, but complained that the fireplace surely hadn't been swept in so many years it would just suffocate us.

I'm grateful, I would have lit that fire.

He is breaking kindle into a rusty metal drum that was resting in the kitchen, softly speaking to the chicken, explaining to it how he needs newspaper or alike. But has not said a single word to me.

I remember when he moved to Marnie's ranch. She introduced this gruff looking frowning man as her nephew, and the little girl's godfather. Jas. Jas' godfather.

He had nothing of the two ever smiling ranch residents, and he soon earned the reputation of being, well, rather unfriendly.

I know frowning. My husband being stuck in his forever scrunched and sour face. And it always hides much more than what is shown.

I'm glad I'm all wrapped up in my shawl, but to say I'm impatient for the wood to finally burn would be an understatement.

'Ah shit.'

He groans, fighting with his matches to get torn up pages off a book to burn, the chicken clucking away at him as if to encourage him.

The snow is really falling. Easily reaching the windows now. I hope George won't be too worried.

'Can I be of any help, dear?'

'Nah, gettin' there. Fucking matches.' He lifts his head to me, at last. 'Oh f… I mean, sorry. Didn't mean to swear.'

'Ha, don't worry. This is barely the moment for uptightness.'

I walk up to them, him and the chicken. Finally, some flames perk up the tumbler. He shouts victory and grabs the chicken in his arms, smiling.

I believe this is the first time I see him smiling. I chuckle, placing my hands over the soothing fire.

'Thank you…hum?'

'Shane.' He answers, letting the chicken settle nicely in his hoodie. It blushes, lets out a rather content "bock" and closes its eyes. Now that's one warm and happy chicken.

'Thank you, Shane.' I repeat. 'That chicken seems to like you a lot.'

He blushes in turn, slowly petting the sleepy animal.

'Yeah I…I guess so.'

'What's her name?'

'Oh, it's Charlie.' He smiles again 'Say "Hi" Charlie…' But the hen is fast asleep.

'It must have been a hard day for her. Lost on this abandonned farm. She is probably very grateful that you found her.' He blushes again, looking away. I have a hard time recognising the ever frowning man we have seen those past few weeks. 'I am grateful you found me too.' I chuckle, and look at the window. The light of the day is gone along with the view.

I don't know how long it's been now. Shane brought a chair to the fire to let me sit down. Charlie still asleep in his hoodie. We've not exchanged much, apart from a few pleasantry. I was surprised he knew my name, as well as that I am Alex's grandmother. It seems the two of them got to talk gridball at some point.

'Alex would probably like to have someone he could play with.'

'Mmh, I don't do this stuff 'nymore… Can barely stand on my knees at it is. Constantly crouching at Jojamart too.'

His expression rebecome sombre.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume'

'Nah you're fine. I'm just…falling to pieces here.' He chuckles, awkwardly. The shadows cast by the fire on his face show more sadness than the contempt everyone thought at first. And still think, actually. But it's no mere disdain. He sighs, in the flick of the flames I could swear I saw tears gathering, disappearing in a blink.

'I can't hear the wind down the chimney anymore, maybe the snow has stopped too.' I venture.

'I hope so.'

'Once it's safe to do so, I'm sure they will find us soon. We don't want to make Jas worried now do we?' I laugh. He gives me a heartless half-smile. 'How is she doing, anyway?'

Shane tenses up, enough to wake Charlie up who jumps down his chest and lands clumsily on the dirty floor. We both look at her walk around the drum, and plops down with a satisfied smile.

'She's fine.' He eventually says. He opens his mouth, but closes it immediately.

'Is there something wrong?'

He groans, looking down to the slowly receding flames. His eyes lit up by the fire dart left and right, quivering. I recognize fear, and doubt. I've seen them before. The terror of inadequacy befalling on one's spirit like an unstoppable landslide. Knowing that you cannot let it engulf you. You have to stand, tall, and strong, until it comes to a standstill and surrounds you with rocks, mud, and debris.

Survive a landslide. On his own.

We survived, but we had each other.

'Shane? Dear, I'm afraid the fire is dying down.' He lifts his head in a "ho", and grabs a chair he instantly breaks on his thigh in a grunt. 'Oh, don't go hurting yourself!' He only laughs, chucking the broken wood in the drum.

'Glad there's spare stuff 'round there. Ah shit.' He grabs his hand and his fingers. 'Splinters.' He only says, trying to prick it out with his teeth.

'Oh, be careful, you will get that infected!' I reach for my purse. 'Come here. I won't bite you!' Puzzled, he slowly walks toward me, holding his hand. 'Don't squirm, you're worse than my husband.' I grab his hand and pour some whiskey from my flask.

'The hell is that?!'

'Simply disinfecting, dear. Now, this might hurt.' I warn, getting my old faithful tweezers ready. He scoffs, probably about to say something about how he won't feel a thing. I laugh as he conceals a grunt. But the splinter is out. 'That was quite the big one!'

'Good whiskey though.' He laughs, sucking on his "injured" finger. 'D'you just walk around with it?'

'Why, yes. Especially in winter.' I'm about to put the flask back in my purse. 'We can share a nip, to keep us warm.' I laugh.

'Heh, I'm sure you know it's all bollocks.' Shane smiles, still accepting the flask, hovering it above his lips. 'Yeah, damn good whiskey.' He laughs with a wince, handing it back to me.

Hopefully, that'll get him to relax a bit. In a very selfish way, I just can't bear another hour in silence and idle chitchat. But it also seems he could use the Dutch courage and loosen up a little.

'How are you finding the ranch life?' I try again.

He sits down to Charlie who is cosy close to the burning drum. As he starts slowly petting her I can hear the hen softly humming? Purring? I don't really know what sounds chicken make. But it certainly is a happy noise.

'It's…Well it's better than the city.' He sighs, his hands reaching his face to get through his hair. 'I'm…'

'Yes?'

'I'm happy to be with Jas, again. But she deserves better.'

'Better than living on a dairy farm?' I laugh. 'She is a very bright little girl. She was quite excited to tell us her godfather was coming to live with her.'

He scoffs, loudly, his face falling in his open hands.

'What a fuckin' godfather I make.' He mumbles, looking down his bent legs. 'Sure the excitement wore off the second she actually saw me.'

Shane isn't exactly the most gentle looking person ever, that's for sure. Very gruff. But the way I saw him take care of that hen just now can't be a polite act. Seems to me like it's the other way around entirely.

I never probed Marnie on Jas' "provenance". It was clear the little baby she ended up with all those years ago wasn't a present from a random stork. Shane stayed for a while at the time if I recall correctly, but mostly kept to the ranch. When he left again for the city we were all none the wiser. And Jas stayed, and grew up. I do not wish to intrude either, I know the cultural impact and duties of a godfather.

Shane must have been very close to Jas' parents. And to lose them when she was so young. It never occured to me that something this…wounding was what actually had happened. Shane dealt with losing two tremendously close friends, a heartbreaking decision, and whatever happened in the city.

I'm starting to understand his gruff act. Why would anyone want to risk going through losing people again.

'You know, George and I had to take care of Alex when he was still a young boy.' I say, wanting my voice to be comforting. 'Our daughter, Clara, sadly passed.'

'I'm sorry.'

'I had George. We had each other.' I recall the loss we weren't allowed to grieve. The denial thrust upon ourselves, for the sake of Alex, and having to wear a parent's hat all over again after all these years.

We've been parents from the second Clara was born, of course. But close to doing it all over again, at our age? After losing our only daughter?

It was daunting. Seemed unfeasible. We allowed ourselves to grieve, taking turn, looking after each other.

I cannot fathom how it would have been like on my own.

'It was still…Very hard. It sometimes continues to be. The worries never cease. And, well, the pain has never left us.' I hear Shane groans, shuffling on himself. Looking down but listening to my every word. 'I will always ask myself if what we did, are doing, is good enough for Alex. Moreover, I will forever seek approval from Clara, wonder if I'm raising him like she wants us to. If I am worthy of her son.' This time it is not a shadow illusion, I can clearly see tears slowly running down Shane's cheeks as he plops his forehead in his hand. 'I'm not trying to upset you.' My voice breaks. I do wish I could ask my daughter if we are doing a great job. If she would be proud of her son. 'I'm merely…Well.' I stand up, the chair creaks under my effort and my joints are stiff from the cold, but I manage to reach Shane whose back now slightly tremble. 'I just want to say that I understand.'

My hand on Shane's shoulder shakes with his quiet sobs. Sadly, I do not have any comforting words. But I understand, painfully so.

Charlie stands up too, slowly bobbing her head to Shane. I never knew chickens could have a worried look but… There it is. She lifts her small head, and Shane welcomes her in his arms, softly whispering to her that he's ok.

I silently chuckle watching the tender scene unfold.

The rescue party reaches the door and I thank Yoba, seeing Alex reaching the threshold first, coming to me in a hurry.

Quite quickly, the little girl, covered in tears, rush to her godfather who receives her in an audible 'oof'. I look at them both, and smile. Shane is crouching down to Jas, showing her how Charlie was keeping warm, repeating, again, how he is ok, asking her to stop crying, he is ok. And he will be fine.

Shane looks up at me, as Alex walks me through the freed door, and I see his smile.

He will be fine.

[snwusberry]

🎄✨ CHRISTMAS 2024: DECEMBER 3rd

pairing: keeho x black reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): eating/food

wc: 1093

SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY, YESTERDAY WAS SO BUSY FOR ME

reader pov

christmas music is playing loudly on the speakers on a nice but extremely cold morning. outside is absolutely covered in a blanket of snow that sparkles under the sunlight. it's truly magical.

keeho and i's apartment is beautifully decorated (since the middle of october) and we're feeling extra festive this year. see, we moved in together in this cozy little apartment earlier this year and we've been so excited for christmas since.

i wrap myself in a throw blanket and move into the kitchen where my wonderful boyfriend is stood over the stove, frying up some cinnamon french toast for us and i take a second to watch him in awe.

"i can feel you staring." he says, his back still turned and i walk to him, hugging him from behind. "you still sleepy? you get really clingy when you're sleepy."

"no, not sleepy." i respond, my voice

"you're a bad liar."

true.

"you're awfully energetic for this hour."

"don't get used to it." he jokes earning an understanding nod from me. mornings aren't for everyone. "do you mind finishing up here while i go set the table?"

"not at all." i reply, taking over the cooking.

he turns away to start taking things to the table while i finish up the last few slices before taking it to the nicely set up table. put down the plate and sit down, taking a good look at the nicely set table.

"are some of them meant to be burnt babe?" i hear him jokingly ask and i glares at him.

"they're not burnt, they're crisp with a slight char. its gourmet." i reply, making him raise an eyebrow.

"is that what it is?"

"just eat."

he laughs before finally digging in.

christmas music is still playing very softly in the background while keeho hums to it.

"how do they taste?" he asks me, watching me take another bite of my pancake.

"they're okay, i guess." i sarcastically reply, earning me a glare from him. "okay they're delicious."

"that's more like it."

we continue to eat, talking about nothing and everything. sometimes i like to just sit and listen to him talk, especially when the conversation is something he's really passionate about, then i get to see that beautiful smile and that sparkle in his eyes that always draws me in.

"you're smiling like an idiot, what's going on?" he asks me, breaking me away from my thoughts and i just shake my head.

"nothing, i just like hearing you talk."

"try not to fall in love." he comments, making me roll my eyes. there goes the sentimental moment.

"what's the plan for today?"

"we need to go get our postcards."

ahh yes, the postcards. we went to get photos taken for post cards about a week ago and they're ready for collection. it was an idea we came up with on a whim to send postcards to all of our friends, wishing them a happy holiday.

"you go get ready, i'll clean up here." keeho says but i immediately shake my head.

"you already made breakfast, i'll clean up."

"how about we both clean up then. we're not in a rush anyway." he suggests and i smile.

i hate washing dishes, please don't get it twisted. the only reason i'm offering is because chores with him are always fun. he'd sing along to whatever song would be playing, i'll hopelessly join in, ruining the soft harmony between his voice and the singer's voice, then the chores would be long forgotten while we waltz in the living room.

i start off by clearing the table while keeho changes the playlist to our joint one and we start working together like clockwork. he washes while i wipe them and pack them away.

once we're done, we both head to our room to start getting ready.

"shower together?" i ask him and it's like his ears perked up at my words.

"no funny business." he tells me.

"you're no fun." i say, walking to the bathroom while he follows close behind.

after brushing our teeth and showering, we get dressed and head over to the little shop to collect our postcards.

"alright you two. how do these look?" the lady that's helping us asks, showing us the final product.

"wait these are perfect." i enthuse, looking at keeho whos smiling at me, making my heart flutter.

"i'm glad you like them. here is your total. will youbbe paying cash or card?" she asks.

"card."

after paying we walk out hand in hand, greeted by the cold breeze outside.

"hey, it's still quite early. is there anything else you wanna do?" keeho asks me and my eyes light up.

"there are these cute christmas thro blankets i saw while window shopping the other day."

"babe, don't we have enough decorations up already?"

"nonsense, there no such thing as enough. comes on." without waiting for a response, i'm already walking off.

"there is when we live in a small apartment." he says, following behind me.

"stop whining, come on."

the shopping center is brightly lit up by lights hanging from the eaves of the shops and the walk way is lined out by green tinsel garlands and lights, giving it a magical feel. it's so beautiful.

"come."

we head to the shop where i sae the throw blankets and let's just say we left with just a tad bit more than what we initially went there for. you can't blame me though, they had cinnamon apple scented candles that i couldn't not take.

"you happy?" keeho asks me after checking out and i nod happily. "perfect. now let's get home before something else catches your eye."

we go back home and change into more comfortable clothes before spreading all the postcards out on the table.

"this should be fun." i comment, deciding what to write on the first one.

"this one should definitely go to jiung." keeho says after reading what i wrote which makes me laugh.

"you continue there. i'll make us some hot chocolate." i offer and he nods, writing away on another card.

i look back at him and admire the concentrated look on his face as he writes. i don't know how i got so lucky but i am so grateful that i get to share these kinds of moments with him.

"i can feel you staring at me." he says, not looking up from what hes doing but i notice the small smirk playing on his lips.

"so what if i was?"

"creep."

"hey!"

[denyji]

hi everyone !!! yes, ik this is supeeeeer late, but happy new year guys!

first, i would like to thank everyone here on tumblr who has been giving support and love to my account, even though i often take long breaks without even giving notices (my bad sorrrrrrry). i am so grateful and thankful to everyone!!! 2023 was a great year, and i hope 2024 will be even better! i hope this year brought good fortune to all of you, and i hope your new year is filled with happiness. happy 2024 !! ❤

alsooo thank you so much for 251 followers 🥹🥹 this means a lot to me hihihi

(sorry for the bad grammar pls im like really sleepy rn its 00.14 am)

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (59)

Part 1 - Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50 / Part 51 / Part 52 / Part 53 / Part 54 / Part 55 / Part 56 / Part 57 / Part 58 /

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A Taste of Rebellion-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: It all started with a spark as most great revolutions do. And that spark, Katniss Everdeen is sorry to say, she has inadvertently kindled. Without realizing or choosing, she’s joined a fight‒and she is fairly certain she’s on the wrong side… Another unexpected complication of this whole mess is a man‒a man who couldn’t be more unlike her, nevertheless, one she’s fallen irrevocably in love with. He is the man she now feels tied to, whether she wants to be or not. She’s sure there’s no getting rid of him‒he’ll probably follow her to the ends of the earth for the strength of what binds them, but the problem is, she wants to stay right where she was. He is the one who wants to leave, and he’s insisting she go with him… And this turn of events, which has spiraled so far out of her control, is all due to a chance meeting in a coffee shop with a blond stranger on Katniss’s worst of days. Captive of The Seam-IzzySamson (ao3) Summary: The old woman laid her gnarled hands on his head, looked to the sky, and chanted some words, and the girls sang along. Katniss was not as enthusiastic as the other two, but she sang dutifully. Even naïve Peeta knew that this was some sort of ceremony…but its purpose was unknown. They could have been preparing to slit his throat and sacrifice him to some heathen god for all he knew. Sae gave him a toothless, loving smile, and said, “My son.” He felt a little sense of relief; he would not be killed, at least not today. Comfort Zone-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: She was so far outside of her comfort zone, she needed a different zip code. Katniss sees her public speaking instructor outside of class. Controlling Katniss-jamiesommers (ao3) Summary: Set in District Twelve some time after the end of the rebellion. Katniss and Peeta have gotten married. In the middle of an argument they wind up playing a little...game. Death Is Not the End-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Paranormal AU. Katniss, an immortal countess, travels to America for the funeral of her beloved sister, Primrose. However, Katniss is not simply there to pay her respects; she plans to steal Prim’s body in hopes of later resurrecting her. While there, she meets a nosy reporter, Peeta Mellark, who seeks an exclusive interview with her. When he won’t take no for an answer, she decides to give him the inside scoop-at her castle. Loosely based on Netflix’s Dracula (2020). ~It doesn’t matter how much you learn about me, Peeta Mellark; it’ll do you no good. You may be clever and articulate, but you haven’t even realized that you’re never leaving this place~ Fifty Year's Worth-Juststella (ao3) Summary: For a chance to be close to Katniss in the mortal world, Angel Peeta is willing to give up his immortality. Fix My Eyes-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: Captain Katniss Everdeen takes the Mellark brothers on a charter to remember and can’t help but fall for the youngest that dresses better than he fishes. Fool Me Once-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Troublemaker Katniss Everdeen and her group of friends are legendary pranksters in their sleepy Appalachian town, though they've never been caught red-handed. One day they take their pranking too far, incurring the ire of the young associate pastor of their local church, Peeta Mellark, who's been on their tails for some time. After being caught by Pastor Mellark, Katniss is sent to talk to him and to try and convince him not to press charges against them. Will she have the effect on him everyone seems to think she does? Or will he end up having an effect on her‒and possibly, changing her life? Geothermal-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: A girls’ trip. A last hurrah before sending one of their own off to married life is what has Katniss Everdeen jetting off to Iceland to visit the famous Nordic hot springs. She expected to be forced into outdoor public bathing and weird spa treatments and browbeaten into relaxing, but what she didn’t expect was to run into someone from her past‒a very handsome someone whom she hadn’t realized she’d always paid attention to.

Glitter and Dust-jeeno2 (ao3) Summary: “Katniss’ voice, even when she’s just practicing scales, dazzles him as much now as it ever has.” Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen, former childhood lovers, work together to save a struggling radio station during the Golden Age of radio. Historical AU.

[katsukikoi]

your so pretty

characters; yuji x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader.

warnings: n/a

part 1 part 2

y/n stared at the wall, blushing as she did so. Sukuna now letting yuji have control as yuji subconsciously held the young girl close. He snored lightly, unaware of what took place.

Sukuna left the girl to think as he himself thought aswell.

What did the king of curses mean by “he doesnt deserve you?” she tried not to think too much. Trying to make her thoughts dwindle as the time past. Unfortunately for her though, she could not.

Sukuna was raging in her brain, while she was raging in sukunas and yujis.

It had not been long as the sun rose, she took in what yuji’s face looked like, there was a tiny window near the roof of the basement, where the sun reached at the right angle. illuminating yujis face all in the right ways. His salmon hair, with traces of gold through it, sukuna’s eyes that were under his eyes, held a nice shadow to them. He had not moved much for his position, apart from the fact he was facing her and not the tv.

“yuji..” she softly whispered, watching him with wonder. He was so pretty.

He mumbled, pulling her closer. His breath evened out, matching hers. “yuji!” she spoke, in shock as her face was now inches from his, barely. She looked ith wide eyes, she smacked the back of his head as he “ack’ed” Grabbing the back of his head as he realed back. “huh?” he asked, sleepy. “y/n?” he mumbled, eyes squinting trying to get the sleep out of them.

“hn.” she let out, blushing at there one proximity.

“gojo-sensei, will be here soon.” she spoke, pushing him off as she flattened her shirt and skirt.

She looked down, she forgot to change.

She cleared her throat, as she turned to face him.

fuck, she thought. There he was, sitting on the couch, man spread and elbows on his knees, looking at her. Jaw line sharp, and shirt out of place, he leaned back, in the same ish position, his shirt lifted a bit showing his abs. “yuji!” she blushed beat red. “huh?” he asked, innocent tliting his head. I pointed at his shirt as he oh’ed and fixed it, apologizing as he did so.

y/n turned to leave his line of sight as he mumbled, throwing his head back. Exposing his adams apple.

holy fuck, who ever his is dad or mum. I fucking love you for blessing my eyes.

Yuji opened one of his eyes to look at your widen eyes. Pupils blow out as you looked at him like a piece of meet. “y/n? you alright?” he asked, standing up to reach for her.

She eeped as she blushed, running out of the room.

Had he done something wrong? He was about to rush after her but remembered he could leave the room.

Did sukuna do something to her? “sukuna!” he yelled out, making the curse roll his eyes and grumbled. “what, brat.” he sneered.

“what did you say to atlas!?” yuji spoke, frowning his eye brows.

“tch. What, your crush wont talk to you? Nothing brat. I never took control of you.” he snuffed out, lying easily as the boy was annoyed.

Just as the boy was about to complain again, you came back with a plastic bag. “here yuji, i got you food.” she spoke, unintentionally eyeing him again. “woah! thanks y/n” he spoke, kissing her cheek making her blush red.

“oh shit! im sorry y/n! i didnt mean to” he spoke, ashamed and looking down. “Its okay, i dont mind yuji.” she spoke, a bashful smile on her face.

“eat up, gojo is coming soon” she spoke. Yuji nodded, he paused, going to say something until a white dino appeared. “gojo sensei?” he spoke, clearly starttled as it happend.

“yo.” he spoke, “mission time!” he giggled like a child. A full grown adult, acting like a child. Again.

“okay!”

“yuji! your foo-“ you sighed, rolling your ryes as you packed the unfinished food. Packing it for later as you got on with homework.

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

by the time your reading this it would be 2024, happy new years everyone. Thank you for bring patient with me, shall i put this on wattpad? Would you read it?

[prettybirdy979]

Hugfest Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley - I Caught An Angel! (Better Hug Him)

For the Ace Omens Discord Server’s Hugfest 2024. Today’s prompt is ‘Sleepy hug’. This can also be found on AO3 here

‘Oh, it’s getting late.’

Crowley barely glances at his watch before he’s looking back at the television and trying not to swear. The scorpion in front of his character waves its tail threateningly and he freezes. 

‘Are you going to sleep tonight?’ Aziraphale asks, his tone a little more pointed than it had been a moment before.

Yes!

Putting down his controller, now the little bastard is captured, Crowley looks over at Aziraphale. ‘Think so,’ he says lightly. ‘I just wanted to finish a couple of things in this first before I do.’

Aziraphale gives the screen a sideways look. ‘Ah.’

Crowley picks his controller up again. ‘You can go upstairs and read,’ he says with a laugh. ‘I’ll join you in bed in a second.’

That gets Aziraphale to smile, leaning in to kiss Crowley’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you up there,’ he whispers and goes.

Ignoring the heat in his cheeks, Crowley goes to see if there’s another bastard of a bug hiding on his island before he turns in.

*

‘And done,’ Crowley whispers as he finishes reorganising his room. He glances at the corner of the screen and freezes.

‘Shit!’ he curses. Aziraphale went upstairs four hours ago. 

Scrambling, Crowley saves his game, waving a hand to turn the television off as soon as it dings to say it’s done. He stumbles up the stairs, limbs suddenly far more drained than they usually are when he makes his way up here.

The light is off in their bedroom.

The light is off in their bedroom.

Crowley snaps himself into his sleep clothes and creeps through the ajar door. In the middle of the bed, lt by the moonlight from their window, Aziraphale is lying down.

Correction, Aziraphale is sleeping.

Slowly, Crowley crawls up his side of the bed, trying to fit around the angel so as not to disturb him.

It doesn’t work.

‘Crowley?’ Aziraphale mutters, his eyes flickering open. He shifts over a bit, so Crowley is actually on the bed instead of hanging off the side of it. ‘You’re here?’

‘I’m here,’ Crowley whispers, slipping his arm under Aziraphale’s body and plastering himself along Aziraphale’s side. The angel slips his own arm around Crowley, pulling him in closer.

‘Too cold without you,’ Aziraphale says sleepily, tucking his head into Crowley’s chest.

Crowley kisses the top of Aziraphale’s head. ‘Well I’m here now,’ he says, ‘and I’ll keep you warm.’

‘Didn’t mean to sleep,’ Aziraphale says, already halfway back to sleep. ‘Got bored alone.’

‘I’m sorry.’

Aziraphale’s free hand pats at Crowley in a gesture that might’ve been a playful smack if Aziraphale was awake enough to manage any sort of force. ‘No apologies for mistakes. Rule.’

Crowley kisses the top of Aziraphale’s head again, an unspoken apology. ‘True my angel,’ he whispers. ‘Now sleep.’

A content hum comes from Aziraphale and Crowley drifts off to sleep himself, holding his heart close to him.

[dogwaterdish]

Writing Masterlist!!

A little note about my fics before the list: if you're ever reading one of my fics and want to make some sorta fanart about them, go ahead! it'd be really cool to see , so just tag me in a post with it if you make it !! and, if one of my fics ever gives you a fic idea thats real similar to mine, I couldn't care less about "copying" me, write it!

MHA Fanfictions

Multi Chapter (Completed)

A Little Help Goes A Long Way

Midoriya offers to help his mentor with whatever he needs with his broken arm, calls himself All Might's son (on video), and has an almost nice dinner. Then, he gets sick and it's All Mights turn to take care of him.

Happy Father's Day, Class 1-A

Class 1-A has a father’s day party coming up, and Midoriya is panicking. He doesn’t have a dad, but doesn’t want things to be too awkward at the party. His solution? Recruit his mentor to be his dad.

The Fall of Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya neglects to tell his teachers about an injury so he can participate in a class activity and has to face the consequences of his actions.

Multi Chapter (Incomplete)

The Cusp of Everything

Midoriya Izuku wakes up in a hospital room with minimal memory and a man he can only assume is his father. He doesn't remember much, and his confusion only worsens as his father tells him everything he vaguely remembers is a lie.

Posting Schedule: x

Rage Therapy on Your Teacher

During the Final Exams, Midoriya gets an unwanted reminder of his middle school trauma and beats the shit out of All Might about it.

Please don't let go (I'm too scared to be alone)

Midoriya goes missing and it's up to All Might to find him. Then, its up to All Might to comfort him when he's found.

For cozytober prompt 4, "The slight smell of smoke in the air

Amidst the rains, I am still here

While out on the streets, Midoriya gets caught in a category 2 hurricane and crashes at a concerned All Might's house.

For Cozytober prompt 22.2 and alt prompt 4

Ethioniun Fears - Awaiting Re-write

When Midoriya gets kidnapped, he thinks it's the worst day of his life. Little did he know, the worst had only just begun.

Single Chapter - Oneshots

Overstimulated

Izuku gets overstimulated while in class, and has a not fun time dealing with it. Thankfully, the teachers at UA are there to help.

Under Heaps and Heaps of Rubble

All Might and Midoriya go out to the shops after getting Dekus updated hero mask, but things quickly go awry when the building collapses; with them inside.

Izuku Midoriya VS A 7 Foot Pile of Snow

After eating breakfast with his dad, Midoriya eats shit by walking into a wall of snow.

Better Safe Than Sorry

Midoriya's practicing breaking into a vault because All Might worries about things.

Breaking Point

All Might gets seriously injured in a villain fight and Tsukauchi has to take care of Midoriya while they wait to see if Yagi will be okay.

With You, I Don't Feel The Cold

Midoriya and Uraraka go on a date disguised as training.

For Izuocha week 2024!

Untethered

Birds sang morning songs with the wind as it rustled the branches they called home. Dew glistened on the grass. The sun had yet to rise, though there was enough light for sight in the clearing. The rest of the woods, however, was shrouded in sleepy morning darkness. It had been such a long- yet unbelievably short- amount of time since they had met at the clearing. The wars were warping his perception of time, and they aged the class drastically. Now that Midoriya had time to rest and recuperaite, Yagi was itching to help him train. He was aware Midoriya had unlocked all the quirks in One For All, but the one he wished to focus on today was Float -- All Might helps Midoriya train with float!

For dadmight week 2024!

One way or another, math always leads to tears

While discussing Midoriyas homework, Yagi is given many more important details about Midoriyas life !

For dadmight week 2024!

How to score a free tour of all mights agency 101

Maybe Midoriya always had a knack for holding peoples legs...

For dadmight week 2024!

Snack Break

Midoriya is having a bad day sensory wise, and his only saving grace is All Might's cooking...

For Flufftober 2024!

Family Secrets

Class 1-A has a bragging session about their families, and Midoriya goes on a loving spiel about his mom. Also, his dad's All Might.

For Daddecember 2024!

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 8 of Whumptober 2024: Forging a bond

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | “Leave the lights on.” (Coldplay, Midnight)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

Cyrus is a tiefling warlock whose rich parents made him hide his tiefling features since he was born, going as far as to removing most of his horns and forcing him to wear a magical disguise ring in order to hide their family's old deal with a demon.

I initially played him in BG3 and now I'm hoping to get to play him in a real DnD campaign some day.

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Forging a bond

"I am sorry, my friend," Cyrus lets out a pained chuckle after being jerked awake from the edge of sleep by a sudden vibration in his brain. "I almost fell asleep. How long do I still have to endure?"

He does not get an answer. Not that he expected one. His new friend does not have a lot of ways to talk to him for now. He sighs looking at a lonely clock in a small empty room. This will be worth it, once he is done, he is sure. But he is not quite close to being done. He has been sitting naked in a cleaned-out closet on top of a magical circle for thirty-two hours and twenty-four minutes now, according to the clock. His new friend instructed him that it would take around two of his world's days to forge the contract. He needs to be isolated to avoid distractions and he has to chant the spell about every hour, or whenever the circle starts looking even a little dimmer, to finish the bonding ritual.

His new friend, soon to be his patron, should create an item for him that will serve as both proof of their contract and source of Cyrus' exciting new powers.

He looks down on his own body. He is not sure if he actually looks thinner than usual after only a day and a half without food or if it is just his imagination. He pokes at the vague outline of his lowest ribs with both of his index fingers, unsure what else to do with his time. Seeing his own naked body for such a prolonged period of time feels weird. He yearns to put something on even more than to eat at this point. Even a towel or some cloth to cover himself would be nice. But he needs to be bare before his new patron for some odd reason. Magic is so confusing.

Cyrus is no stranger to staying up for over a day. There have been times when he had to do so to keep the family business going. But he always had something interesting to do, so he has never gotten this sleepy before. And he has never used this much magic in his life for certain. His body seems to glow various colours from the inside in patches and veins. He is not sure what that means. He curses his parents once again for never letting him learn even an iota of magic. They said that could lead to his "unfortunate nature" as a tiefling being revealed if he was not careful.

Once this is done, he will show them. He will show the whole world his "unfortunate nature". He will… go on an adventure! Yes! His tail wags shyly in excitement. He has never been allowed to move it while they were alive, in case its outline would show under the cloth of his pant leg. But he is alone and naked and they are dead.

And he is tired. He yawns as the dream of upcoming travels overtakes him once again. No. No. He needs to stay awake… He promised.

He bites at his own thumb, drawing blood and a small gasp from himself. That was exactly what he needed. But now it hurts! Damn it!

Cyrus looks around for anything to wrap his finger with but immediately gets reminded that he has nothing but his own body, the clock, a jug of water and a lidded bucket, for obvious means. He does not know why he keeps trying to find something else, even though he was the one to prepare the room for the ritual. His tired but well-trained eyes note the slight fluctuation in the circle's brightness. He licks the blood from his finger and takes a deep breath, preparing to start the chant yet again.