#100 Follower Event

[bby-deerling]

Hi Cille! Love your writing, "Distraction" lives in my mind absolutely rent free. Halfway through reading it, I had to stop and just held onto the wall for a second. Congrats on all your new followers! May I request a Law + Threatened + NSFW? Cheers! -miss

ahh i loved this request! as a special treat i made it with the same reader from distraction and counting coins in mind!

law x afab!fem!reader + threatened (nsfw)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.0k masterlist song inspo

cw: blood, law is just a smidgen unhinged, fingering, implied oral (reader receiving)

Idling away beneath the crashing waves for weeks on end, it was easy to cast aside the more violent aspects of your partner.  Spending your days cooped up in the lab and evenings cooped up in his office, it was easy to shelve all the fact that Law had killed over one hundred pirates with decent sized bounties and sent their hearts in boxes to Marine Headquarters.  When he holds you close to his chest in the morning, half-asleep and looking as innocent as the day he was born, your mind and heart weren’t capable of acknowledging anything but the overflowing love and kindness he showed to you during private moments together.

However, the carnage unfolding before you was impossible to ignore.

It was your fault, really; you had gotten yourself mildly injured despite being ordered to fall back.  The shift in Law was subtle to the unattuned observer, but you had no doubt in the fact that something in his mind had snapped when he saw crimson liquid trickling down your thigh.

The heat of battle turns some dizzy with rage, but Law’s bloodlust is dark, quiet, and calculated.  He doesn’t deviate from his plan, not for one second, but he becomes more sadistic, cruel, and not afraid to spill a bit of unnecessary blood.  Less hesitant, he goes through the motions, trusting in his initial strategic instincts rather than hanging back to regularly reassess the situation as he normally would.

As your crewmates celebrate a battle won, none the wiser to your Captain’s shift in attitude, you eye him carefully.  It was far from the first time you’ve seen him like this, and it certainly won’t be the last, but it always unnerved you when he was so different from the Law you mill around in coin stores with, or the Law who can’t hide the smile when he sees the notes and doodles you leave on his desk, or the Law who presses sweet kisses into your thigh, playfully teasing you as he makes you unravel for him.  An aura of angst and darkness surrounded him, invisible to seemingly everyone else but you; a shiver of anticipation rushes down your spine when he glances at you for a brief moment and his eyes are seemingly darker than his hair.

When you get back to the Polar Tang, Bepo tries to clumsily patch your small scrape up, but you insist it just needed cleaned up a bit, and that you could handle it yourself.

“Leave it until I can take care of it.” Law warns, his glare still intense from the heat of battle.  You don’t dare to disobey him when he’s in a touchy mood like this, but you do become impatient as one by one, your crewmates are attended to and sent out of the infirmary.  Your injury was extremely minor, so it made sense to treat you last, but you had the gnawing suspicion that even after you had been cleaned up, you would be trapped within these four walls for quite a while; you are proven correct when he locks the door after Penguin finally leaves, staring you down like a leopard stalking its prey and waiting for it to make any sudden moves.

“You didn’t listen to me.  Now look at you.” he said lowly.  Inhaling deeply, you prepare yourself for a lecture for not being careful enough in battle.

“It’s just a scrape Law, I’m sorry—”

“Get on the bed.”

Wordlessly, you climb onto the cold, sterile hospital bed, heart pounding so hard you hear it in your ears.  Law is careful with his footsteps as he approaches, baited by the scent of your viscous, drying blood covering your leg.  Even in his haze of anger, frustration, neediness, and bloodlust, he’s careful and calculated as he slowly drags his fingers along the inside of your thigh.

“How come you always listen to me so well, except for when your life is on the line, hm?” he murmurs in your ear, sending a pulse straight to your core.  He chuckles at your visible reaction to just his words and a few light touches, and gently traces his tattooed fingers along your clothed slit.

Law was methodical, precise, and loving with his touches—except for the rare moments like these where there is something deeper and rougher bubbling beneath the surface.  His mouth is hungry for the taste of your lips, eagerly meeting your tongue with his and leaving harsh bites on your bottom lip each time he pulls away.  He’s rough when he pulls your shorts and panties to the side and slides two of his fingers inside of you, muffling your gasps and moans with his own lips.

You grip the thin paper sheet on the bed as he sinks down your torso, but his mouth doesn’t reach your clit.  He dips lower, and you gasp out when he licks at the blood on your leg.  He moans at the sounds you make as his tongue drags across your wound, sending vibrations through your trembling body.  It was mesmerizing, watching him obsessively drink each drop of your blood—of your life’s essence, determined to consume you whole.

And then you kill the mood.

“Is there a certain class of proteins in saliva that make wounds heal faster, or is that a myth?” you ask, immediately biting your tongue when you remember he’s probably in no mood to talk about this right now. 

To your surprise, he looks up at you, darkness fading from his eyes and wearing a lopsided grin on his face.  “Histatins.  The amount of tissue factor also increases the rate of blood clotting.” he says, before dragging his tongue one final time along your little scrape, sinking his fingers deeper inside you at the same time.

“T-think I’d be able to make some synthetically?” you ask, stuttering as you try to string together a coherent sentence.

“Course you can.  You’re the smartest woman I know.  Not sure how effective it would be in vivo though.” he says, curling his fingers to reach your sweet spot.

You let out a shaky exhale, partly in pleasure and partly in relief.  Trafalgar Law is a terrifying monster on the battlefield, and while it is exciting to briefly feel that intensity directed towards you, nothing beat the way that your Law—not the Surgeon of Death or Warlord of the Sea, just Law—looked at you with that dorky smirk and adoration in his eyes as he fucked you with his fingers.

[ax-y10]

"I'm Just Tired"

In which- Your boyfriend looks increasingly tired and run down, and he finally breaks when he gets back from his tour.

A/n: you know that clip of young Wilbur saying "I don't thank myself for any of my accomplishments. That's why I'm not happy", this is entirely based off of an edit vid I saw of it. If any of you aren't happy, plsss dm me and I'll help you as best I can. Pls don't suffer in silence.

Chapter info: sad little pouty Wilbur, Wilbur not having faith in his abilities, kissing (cute little nose kissessssss), phone calls, exhaustion, nicknames (Wilbur from Lovejoy, sweetheart blah blah blah)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Every call you had while he was on tour, he looked increasingly tired. Of course he was going to be tired, it was essentially a new city every night and you were going to allow that. But when he started looking exhausted, that was when your suspicion arose. He looked like he wasn't getting proper sleep, his texts were shorter, and his bandmates were messaging you asking questions. He wouldn't be losing interest, you knew him too well. But when he got back from tour, you asked him about it.

When you met him at the gate at the airport, you were almost taken aback by his appearance. He look disheveled to say the least. His hair in each and every direction, his shirt buttons buttoned wrong, his string on his sweatpants left undone, his socks mismatched, and the bags under his eyes dark and heavy.

"Hello, my little Wilbur from Lovejoy! How are you, sweetheart?" You spoke excitedly.

You were met with a strained smile, a low mumble, and arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You waved to Ash, Mark and Joe as they walked up to you, and Wilbur's loose hold on your waist tightened, desperate to get back home and lay in your arms.

You squeezed his shoulders reassuringly, letting him know you'd be home soon. You peeled him off of you and walked out to the car, him trailing behind like a lost puppy, Ash, Mark and Joe following.

It felt like the longest 45 minutes of your life driving home, telling the boys that they can stay for the night so Wilbur could stop whining, despite how adorable it was when he whined at each inconvenience. Every turn you took, Wilbur didn't bother holding himself up and let himself flop onto you. Every red light you stopped at he leaned against you and mumbled at his bandmates when they poked fun at him.

The smile on his face when you all got home and he got settled in bed was enough to warm up your entire day, even if it was a lopsided smile and a strained mumble of appreciation of a comfortable bed and his favourite person. The last thing on his mind was confrontation, so you left it for the morning when he felt better.

"Good morning sweet. How'd you sleep?" You asked, voice raspy and broken up from sleep, as you looked up at Wilbur staring at your sleepy face.

"I slept better with you here."

"Are you alright? You seem more exhausted lately?"

"Eh, I don't thank myself for any of my accomplishments. That's why I'm not happy. I don't thank myself for getting here, and being up on these stages and performing at festivals. I don't thank myself for my streaming success. I don't even thank myself for my friends and I feel horrible about it." Tears welling up and brimming his eyes, you pulled him back down to lay against you, squeezing him tightly.

"Darling, you are absolutely amazing. If you can't thank yourself, I can always assure you. And we can make sure we can fix it," a smile spread across his face and a nudge of his hand against your own was enough to tell you he loved you but wanted more sleep. You pressed a bunch of kisses along the bridge of his nose and the tip before fully relaxing.

"Alright, goodnight lovely. Get a bit more sleep and you'll feel better," You whispered and fell asleep with him.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRADULATIONS ON THE 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Can I request Idia with the stargazing prompt? Can it please be romantic and fluffy? This event is so fun! I hope you have a wonderful day!!☆彡♡ :)

Stargazing; Idia Shroud

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 700+

AN; Thank you, Sofia! I hope you enjoy the fluffy Idia! He deserves to not always be a wet cat (affectionate) As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The heat of the day was finally gone. Dew covered the grass. Crickets chirped in the undergrowth. And above you were millions of stars, and visible galaxies and nebulas, not obstructed by decades of light pollution. It was beautiful. 

Sitting beside you on the blanket that was spread out to provide a somewhat comfy barrier between you and the ground, was Idia. He had the hood of his sweater tied on tight, as so to hide the fact that his hair was nearly neon pink, and a dead giveaway of how he was feeling. And even though he was out of his comfort zone, he wanted to join you. And he was happy that he did. Yes, he felt nervous, but it wasn’t just because he was out in public — it was because this was a date, an official date. And while the two of you sitting in his room and playing games or watching shows were technically dates, this was the first public one.

“Hey, Idia,” you tugged at his sleeve, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Do you have a favourite constellation? A planet?”

He cleared his throat and hesitantly held your hand in his. His hand shaking the slightest bit. “Not really,” he said quietly looking up to the sky. Well, his head was pointed up, but he wasn’t looking at the countless stars. He was looking at you from the corner of his eye. “And you?”

You hummed, looking up at the unfamiliar sky. “Pluto. It’s a planet from… from back home.”

Idia gently slipped his hand into yours and squeezed it. “I-if you want, you can talk about it,” he internally cringed. He hadn’t stuttered like that since he had truly started feeling comfortable around you.

You squeezed his hand back and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Well, it used to be a planet but then got demoted to a dwarf planet. Which is kind of ironic, seeing that it’s named after the Roman god of the underworld.” You sigh and turn to Idia, whose hood had slipped down, revealing his hair. It was a lovely shade of pastel pink, and it was the entirety of his hair, not just the tips. It cast the both of you in a soft rose light. “... a person people tend to underestimate and judge.”

Idia clamoured to get the hood over his head, but he was stopped by your hand, which gently placed the hood down. Why are they looking at me like I’m the milk bread protag in some cheesy shounen?! He was in his own head, but all of that went away when he felt your hand cup his face.

Idia was similar to Pluto, and not just in the themes of relating to the god of the underworld. For so long, people only saw them as unassuming. But when you get closer, then you can appreciate the beauty and tiny details. Someone that you would stand next to and defend at all costs, even when the rest of the world may say that you shouldn’t, that you should just let it be as is.

“I love you,” you whisper, looking into his gold eyes.

That was the first time you had said that, well, said it out loud. Maybe it was the fact that Idia did something out of his comfort zone for you, maybe it was the setting, or maybe it was something else entirely.

You place your forehead against his. “I love you, Idia Shroud,” you say again, still looking into his eyes.

If Idia’s hair were not already as bright and pink as it could go, it would have gotten brighter, but it was as bright as the sun. But his face was now warm, and he was holding eye contact; even though he wanted to hide. “I-I,” he shut his mouth, took in a deep breath and centred himself. He didn’t want his first time saying the phrase to be stuttered. He wanted it to be perfect. I can do this. “I love you too.”

Shyly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and held eye contact for a few moments before hiding back in his hood. He swore that you were more stunning than all the stars that glittered above.

[sureallavnder]

hiii

can I request ⭐️?but with a harry potter boy fo your chocie(who you'd ship me with) with a bad boy and nerd(reader being the nerd) prompt

bad boy - Theodore Nott

Theodore nott was a typical bad boy. Slytherin. Dark eyes. Weed. But boy was he hot.

You on the otherhand were not. Books. Stories. Being on time. Something Nott constantly made fun of you for. But you couldn't help fall in love with his features. He had a strong yet soft jawline you thought about trailing your fingers across it. And those eyes damn those eyes were captivating, dead but firey.

You were walking down the familiar halls you've walked down for the past six years. Theo as per usual hiding out in a dark corner with his little group of well you wouldn't exactly call them his friends they more or less hung out because of drugs and alcohol.

As you were passing them trying desperately not to make eye contact you hear your name being called. Fuck. You turn with a scowl.

''Y/n baby what's up?'' Theo says excitedly, whether he was really excited was a different matter.

''What?'' you say back not wanting to give him any attention.

''Come round mine later'' he more or less demanded rather than asking whether you wanted to or not.

You muttered a fine and moved on, not being able to forget about his brown eyes... they were like if the stars went out, something so memorable.

[kaziwi]

Hello! I'm so happy for this event! May I request n.16 for Kid?

This made me realize i need to write for kid more lol, I hope you enjoy!

Link to Event

"They can hear us"

Character(s): Eustass Kid

WC: 443

"They're right behind us!!" You shouted, turning to look at the thousands of marines after you.

"Well then shut up and run!" Kid turned and yelled at you. You and your captain were running through the streets of the island you docked on after being recognize by the marines. You just wanted to go look at the market place and for some reason your captain insisted on coming along. And now your being chased by marines!! Yay!!

You small a saw alleyway ahead and turned into it, grabbing Kid’s wrist and dragging him with you, There was a big dumpster…so you did the first thing that came to mind and jumped in, hoping your captain would get what you were trying to do.

He jumped right after you…and landed on top of you. Needless to say that hurt.

“Move over!!” You yelled.

“Y/N be quiet!!” Kid hissed back

“You’re crushing me I can barely..mmph!” Kid covered your mouth with his hand and made a shhh sound.

“They can hear us,” he whispered. You had almost forgotten about the marines after basically being suffocated by your captain’s giant body. Kid pulled you a bit closer to him, blocking you from the sight of the marines if they opened the dumpster.

You could hear the marines run through the alley, looking for any sign of you both. After awhile, they left and ran to search somewhere else. You sighed in relief and maneuvered yourself so you could face your captain. He still had a tight hold on you, but he let go after you started to wiggle.

He was looking right at you, but quickly turned when he saw you staring back.

“L-lets get out of here,” he stammered.

Kid opened the top of the dumpster allowing for light to come in. You were both covered in head to toe in trash, and the biggest banana peel was in Kid’s hair. You motioned for him to lean down as you removed it from his head. You threw it back in the trash and turned to him, only to see his face bright red.

“Captain..are you blushing?”

“I AM NOT BLUSHING-mmph,” You covered his mouth with both your hands.

“SHH they could still be close by! Let’s get back to the ship,” You said, grabbing his wrist and leading the way.

Kid stared at your hand around his wrist before moving your hand down to clasp his. You gasped slightly, but didn’t stop running, knowing the marines could be on your trail.

You can only imagine Killer’s surprise when he saw you both running towards the ship, covered in trash, holding hands, and both blushing excessively.

[jamespotterbbg]

so um, i hit 100 followers (thanks everyone <3) and i guess i want to vibe with that. so if you want, just comment below, and i'll write u something. like um, my headcannons based on u and ur blog ig. idk

[jenfaery]

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[mothgodofchaos]

Could I have Yancy and Damien (separate) with a Y/N who used to take dance lessons, and it's obvious from the way that they move that they had professional training headcanons?

I'm assuming the very similar one in my inbox was also you, and this was a rewrite (apologies if not).

Yancy:

He takes you out to a doowop, full on fifties night

His hair is all slicked back, leather jacket, and bike

You both arrive with him thinking that this'll be a fun night of stupid dancing, neither of you knowing what you're doing

However, you prove him very wrong, when you take the lead, and spin him around

It flusters him a lot, mostly because he's more impressed than anything

He makes you promise to teach him for real, for next time of course

Damien:

It's one of the many galas that you have to attend with him, losing your mind with boredom

This one has a timeslot for ballroom dancing, so you're hoping you can giggle at people tripping over their feet after a few glasses of champagne

But Damien walks over, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, asking you to dance

You're surprised at first, but then he leads you down after you accept

He guides you into the proper position, thinking you're a novice, and you let him with a smirk on your face

Then you both move gracefully across the floor, lighting up his face when he realizes you know what you're doing

You end up on the dance floor that whole night, laughing and talking as your feet sweep you away

[skzoologist]

Hi!

Congratulations on your bolg and your success!

You deserve the whole world! Thanks for running this blog, your writing really gives me a lot. Your style and the feelings you convey are all so beautiful.

The event you created is like a big, wholesome hug from you to us. Thank you!

Okay. so back to business. My request from you: "May we meet again." This sentence means a lot to me because of "the 100" series (ILOVEDIT). In the series, this phrase was said when they said goodbye to each other, so I'd like to see what you think of this phrase among the members. I don't want to define the genre, in my eyes it's up to you. You are doing a great job in everything as I went through your blog. Maybe a ghost AU? It seems interesting to me. And pls interact with these characters: Bae, Hyunjin, Minho, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin. I'd love to see everyone, but you said it's harder when you have a lot of characters to work/think with, so I tried to pick a few, pls don't hate me for my choice.

So yeah thanks if you write it.

Kind regards

word count: ~2.8k

warnings: it's angst, so be prepared

genre: heavy angst

a/n: You have no clue how much this means to me. Are you sure you meant to send this to me, and not someone else? I am undeserving of these nice words, because these are all I ever wanted to hear. 'You deserve the whole world' is something I use for people I love or look up to, so it means so, so much to me. And the fact that you feel like this event is a warm hug from me? It makes everything all a little better. While I haven't watched that series yet (might after your words about it), your request spawned something far more than a small drabble in my mind. It could outgrow itself even more, if there is need for it in the future. There is also some Bae lore hidden in it, and I hope you'll enjoy it. And don't worry about your choices about the members, I love all of them and would never judge you. I wrote that 'gets hard to write the more members there are' so someone wouldn't request like, every member of two whole bands. An OT8 request? I can do that with pleasure. This note turned long and I apologise, I just want to thank you for taking part in the event and for liking what I do, and may we meet again 💜

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

‘Your departure was so sudden.

It took every one of us by surprise, and in the worst way possible. I still remember to this day your gentle smiles, the ones that barely curved your lips, or the ones that stretched so far your eyes turned into twinkling little crescents. I loved the way you cutely pouted whenever something you were looking forward to got cancelled, or when we teased you a bit too much. Your skin would flush a warm shade, the colour of strawberries, something you never failed to share with us, despite how much you liked them.

Now all of those are gone, only living in our memories, fated to be faded and erased.

Poof, just like that.

The day we found you was supposed to be one of celebration. Everything was going perfectly, the final day of the tour ending with a bang and the loud cheering of our fans. We were all so happy, and you looked so happy too. Your eyes shined with that pride you loved to look at the members with, and just the memory itself causes my chest to play a bittersweet melody.

After the lights dimmed and we were off the stage, the excitement carried us to the rooms at the back, to have a feast filled with laughter.

You were only supposed to grab some drinks.

Instead we found your unmoving body on the floor in a dark room, as if you hid yourself away in your final moments so we wouldn’t have to witness them.

The days bled together after that. None of us was the same. Some of us lived in denial, while some struggled to accept reality, desperately wishing this was all a bad dream.

It sure felt like it. As if we lived in a hellish timeline, where we failed to notice the signs early and give you proper medical help. We should have seen it coming, with how frequent your migraines were getting.

But we failed.

Our leader just holed himself in, burying himself under mountains of work, uselessly hoping it would distract him. The music he’d created was proof that he failed. Our second oldest turned cold, impossibly so, the playfulness killed out of him. I think it died along with you, something I cannot fault him for to this day. Hyunjin stopped laughing, spending most of his time in his room. One day I stole a glance inside, and it was filled with portraits of you. I haven’t looked into his room ever since.

The young ones took it harder than us, and it was so easy to tell. Jisung was rewatching your favourite shows constantly, either by himself or one of us, as if our presence somehow mimicked yours. Felix… Felix tried the hardest to stay cheerful. He tried to smile and joke around, but eventually, he broke down and fell apart. I miss his brownies. Seungmin became more stoic, if that was even possible. His voice is harsh and critical, not only towards us, but himself as well. Our maknae seems lost all the time, now that you aren’t here to guide him. Sometimes I catch him turning to the side after he’s struggling with something, only to realise you aren’t there to give advice and help.

Me?

I’m the fragile thread that’s trying to keep us together, but hyung…it’s really hard.

I miss you so much.’

The sound of paper turning broke the silence, a new set of pages filled with ink ready to be read.

‘We are doing better now, at least I think.

Chan hyung occasionally leaves his studio, looking like death itself, but… at least we see him now. He also fell back into his leader duties, keeping us in check and making sure we get enough rest, despite not resting enough himself. I’m grateful for it, as I could take a little breather myself this way, but I still have to take care of him, as no one else is capable of it right now. Minho hyung is still distant, but he is slowly returning to his old, playful self. Although he still doesn’t get handsy with us, like he used to. Hyunjin hasn’t made a lot of progress, the light still missing from his eyes. But at least he can be coaxed out of his room for a movie night, a big progress in itself.

Jisung turned overly clingy, as if he was afraid we would suddenly disappear as well. And while Minho was keeping his distance, Jisung was the only one he let latch onto him, hushing the boy amidst another breakdown. Felix seemed to be fine now, his smile back in its place and laughter regularly leaving his lips. But we could see how they weren’t truly genuine, how he never went into the kitchen anymore to bake, how he seemed to zone out when he thought no one was watching. I can only hope we can help him. Seungmin stayed the same, regrettably, the walls around his heart now so thick not even we could break through. Although he would sometimes join us for a movie night as well, whenever I asked. It brought the smallest of hopes into my heart. And Jeongin, little Jeongin, now sported dark circles under his eyes, the skin raw and red regularly. His aversion to skinship lessened, accepting our hugs without protest.

We can recover from this, I just know it. Even if it takes years or a lifetime, but we can.

Or at least I thought we could.

It was a friday night, when we would usually gather around and spend some time together and delude ourselves that everything was fine. We would watch movies, a lot of your favourites in there despite how many times Jisung had seen them already, and just chat or sit in silence, drinking the others’ presence in.

Somehow the topic of conversation turned from our next album’s concepts to pickup lines, and I’d stupidly made the comment how you’d have loved these.

The shift in the atmosphere was instant.

Felix and Jeongin immediately started crying, Jisung soon to follow, as everyone else just sat there with glossy eyes. Nobody was able to console them, mainly because they were too busy trying not to break apart themselves. I failed at it myself, the mistake I’d made heavy on my shoulders.

That was when you’d first made contact with us, making us question our sanity.

All I remember was that the couch next to Jeongin dipped and his tears were wiped away by seemingly nothing, only goosebumps remaining in their place. It continued with Felix, then Jisung, shock clogging their throat as they stared up with wide eyes, as if they were seeing something. If it hadn’t happened to me as well, I wouldn’t have believed it, but…

They were all looking up at you and your ghostly appearance.

Your smile remained the same, if not a bit sad now as you looked at us, your eyes crinkling up in that slight arch and looking alive again. Your outfit remained the same, that dreaded stage outfit we’d last seen you in. Despite that, I was incredibly happy to see you and those cursed clothes again.

With a final swipe of your thumb against my wet cheeks you floated away, consoling the remaining members the best you could. I could tell how frustrated you were, how it pained you that all you could do was manifest power into drying up our tears, unable to touch us properly and bring us into a hug.

Not everyone understood that you were a ghost right away. Their hands phased through you, their eyes turning glossy once again the more they tried.

It was painful to watch.

And yet, you tried your best to meet their touch, your faint appearance slowly becoming stronger, as if you were alive again. Skin met skin and tears were let loose, but this time out of joy, instead of sorrow.

You told us how proud of us you were, that we were still here and continuing forward, as you were buried under our bodies and hugs. We teared up again, the tears never really stopping ever since you’d showed up. We protested and told you all our fears and anguish, how we missed you and how impossible it all felt to continue without you. Yet, you merely chuckled and strengthened your hold on us, as if you knew something we didn’t.

Hours later we all remained in the same position, afraid that you would disappear if we were to let go. When we voiced this, purely because you’d questioned why hadn’t we gotten up to eat and sleep yet, you sighed, the sound familiar and missed.

It didn’t take you long to phase through us, earning panicked sounds from us in response. You merely looked down at us with your hands on your hips and shook your head, telling us to wait there as you floated away into the kitchen. Of course we couldn’t let you out of our sight, in fear of you not appearing again, so we followed you like little ducklings and watched as you whipped up some omelettes for us, the fridge mostly empty besides a few basic ingredients.

We all stared at our plates, mostly still not believing what was happening and questioning if we actually went insane or not. But one bite shattered those worries, the food warm and divine. It brought tears into my eyes, silently weeping as I savoured each bite, the others in similar situations.

You hummed in delight when we all finished eating in your usual way of saying how much of a good job we did in taking care of ourselves. We watched you take the dirty dishes away, stacking them into the sink to wash later.

All of us were afraid to leave and get ready to sleep.

I remember the fear that gripped my heart just from the mere thought that this was all just for one day, and you would be gone the next. It took you coaxing us and your slightly see through form to accompany us as we got ready for bed, none of us willing to part ways with you.

And when it came to sleep, we adamantly stared at you instead, unable to hold you anymore as you said you were too tired to manifest yourself. It only added fuel to our fears.

We all sat on the floor of our living room, blankets and pillows on the ground, eyes drooping, yet never staying closed for long.

I fell asleep, afraid you wouldn’t be there when I woke up.’

The shifting of clothes and the crinkling of paper filled the silent space.

‘You were there the next day. And on the day after that, and the day after that as well. You were with us for long weeks, months even, as if that horrible day had never happened.

Everyone felt better, as if you appeared just to heal us. I wouldn’t doubt that, as kind and caring you were. It feels as if life took you away from us as some kind of punishment, so we could experience how harsh the world truly is without you by our side.

The group was back to their usual selves, something even the fans commented on. Chan was back at the dorms, spending only the minimum required time at the studio. Minho was back to his playful and weird self, grabbing at us and making weird noises randomly. I never thought I would ever miss those sounds. Hyunjin started laughing again, the sound like a healing balm to my soul. He cleaned out his room too, gifting some of your portraits to us, storing the others away as memories.

Jisung started joking around more, having stopped binge watching shows in a bundle of blankets. He was still clingy, but to a normalish extent. Felix started genuinely laughing and smiling again, your presence glueing his broken pieces together. On the second week of your reappearance he even baked, saddened that you couldn’t taste his cookies anymore. Seungmin was back to teasing us again, his puppy self coming out. Those walls around him crumbled at your gentle touch, and I never thought I would be so glad to have him constantly bother me once again. And lastly, our little maknae seemed happy, no more sleepless nights spent with practice and worry. He still seemed lost sometimes, but you were there to help him in the blink of an eye.

Everything felt good now, as if you weren’t even gone in the first place.

Something we never should have forgotten.

I still remember how we all blatantly ignored the signs once again, as how we’d done it in the past before your passing. You slowly started to spend less and less time cuddling with us, your form turning more and more translucent. You even seemed sadder, something you masked quite well in our presence.

One night, you gathered us together in the living room. Happy to spend time with you, we didn’t even question why, something that turned out to be a big mistake.

Your form seemed so frail, as if it was a wind away from disappearing forever. Yet, you still sported a smile, only for our sake, as if you didn’t do so, we would break into tiny pieces once again.

Words left your mouth, but I couldn’t quite comprehend them. So you repeated yourself softly, holding a hand to my cheek, the presence there so faint I could barely feel it.

You were disappearing from this world, forever this time.

I didn’t want to believe it, the air stuck in my lungs. I faintly heard Felix and Jisung break apart and start sobbing, your gentle hushes and words not able to fully comfort them. Next was Jeongin to crack, your thumbs that were now completely see through barely wiping his tears away. Hyunjin who was next to him grabbed onto you, unable to believe what you’d said. It took you longer to console him, his grip unrelenting. Chan soon joined the others, unable to keep up the tough leader act after being hurt so much. But you’d never commented on it, not even then, you merely hushed him as he hugged your slowly disappearing form. Minho silently wept, head turned down and eyes hidden underneath his hair. Even still, you could tell, kneeling down before him and comforting him. It broke him completely, sobs now loud and pleading.

The last one you turned to was Seungmin, silent tears already forming rivers down his face, lips pressed together tightly. You went over to him, even if it seemed to cost you a great amount of strength to do so, and cupped his face. Some tears collided with your faint hands, some passed through and fell onto the floor. He placed both of his hands onto yours, not wanting to see you go. But you smiled at him, a bittersweet smile, before uttering your last words and completely disappearing, leaving open wounds and trauma in your place.

“May we meet again, in another life, in another time.”

I wanted to live with you and create memories together in this life, yet you left us. Not once, but twice.

How cruel of you, hyung.’

The sound of the door opening stole my attention, my hand automatically closing the book shut, sealing those memories away temporarily.

“Hey Bin. What’s up?” - it was Jisung, having just come back from an interview.

I merely shrugged as I stood up to ruffle his hair, earning a whine from him and a smile from me. He swatted me away as I tried to do it again, his eyes drifting down towards the table and its content.

“Oh.” - that was all that left his lips, the expression on his face now turning soft and wistful.

I watched him slowly walk towards the book, taking it in his hands and carefully caressing its decorated cover, courtesy of every one of us. Memories seemed to pass by in front of his eyes, the surface now slightly glossy and dimmed.

“Hyung, I hope you’re doing well. Love you.” - he muttered before gingerly placing the book back onto its original place, a shelf that sat proudly on the middle of the wall, dedicated to one person only.

I couldn’t help but smile, the memories now sitting fresh in my mind, the wound now years later healed and scarred over.

Jisung was by the door already, looking expectantly back at me. I quickly grabbed my keys and jacket after putting on my shoes, looking back at that shelf one last time.

“May we meet again, hyung.”

[legendsoftheolfaith]

Art Raffle Time!

It's fairly simple to explain. This is me giving back to you all for supporting my little fan-thing I got going on here! Rules are fairly simple. Just Like, Reblog AND Follow to enter the raffle! Once all those things have been checked off, I'll add you into the pool of participants!

You have time until the 20th to enter and once that's done, I'll make a seperate post to let the winners know! From there I'll explain how to proceed! And again!

Thank you all, from the very bottom of my heart!

[thesimpsbasement]

Happy New Year! Prompt 17 w/ Edgeworth and g/n reader (for the event)

•Prompt #17:“I feel your absence in everything that i do alone in every place i go without you”

•Reader is gender neutral

•Tags/warnings:husband Edgeworth cuz we love that,fluff

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Being in a relationship with the chief prosecutor was a lonely one for both parties.As much as he hates it,Edgeworth often finds himself engrossed in his work and rarely has any time to spend time with you.You completely understand so to make him feel less guilty you try to visit his office whenever you aren't busy yourself and you two would stay together in comfortable silence as you two did your thing. However that silence isn't so comfortable when you're alone

Edgeworth has been invited overseas as a representative of Japan/America(didn't know which one to pick lmao) so he would be gone for a couple of weeks and dear lord was it painful. Whenever you came home,the house was empty and quiet which made you miss him even more, however you weren't the only one feeling hollow inside. Edgeworth always had the feeling something was missing during his whole trip,he knew that he brought everything he needed,or well everything he could bring.Oh how he wished he took you with him.If you were there this trip would've been bearable. But alas he sighed as he sat on the bed in the hotel he was staying in, he looked over to the nightstand and saw his phone,it was almost a ritual to him, every night before going to bed he made sure to call you. Oh how he missed hearing your voice,missed hearing your stories and silly events that happened either at work or with friends. He definitely knew that he'd plan something extra fancy just for the two of you when he'll arrive home.

And said day of arriving came.A day before leaving for home,Edgeworth called you to let you know he'll be back the next day and oh boy were you excited. You knew he'd be coming late so you made sure to stay up late to greet him; however that didn't really work out. You were in the living room watching TV while waiting for your darling husband.While staring blankly at the screen you could feel your eyes dropping.You didn't really have energy to fight off the sleep in your eyes much to your dismay and eventually you fell asleep on the couch.

A couple hours later,there was shuffling at the door and then a click.Edgeworth opened the door to your home ,turning to close it " I'm home" he called out but he didn't get a reply,weird he remembered you sounding like a giddy kid finally getting the candy he wanted when he told you he'll be home soon.After taking off his coat he first went to the living room,hearing the TV playing,maybe you didn't hear him?Upon entering the room the first thing he noticed was your peaceful face as you slept. He chuckled as he walked towards you and crouched to the level of the sofa.He gently placed a hand on your cheek caressing it lightly to not wake up,however that didn't really work as you stirred and eventually opened your eyes."Edgeworth!" You yell surprised ,you didn't expect to wake up to his face close to yours." Yes my dear I'm here" he simply says continuing to do his previous actions.You quickly got up and hugged him." You have no idea how much I've missed you" You say ,arms wrapped around his shoulders." Mhm me too darling I could feel your absence in everything that i do alone in every place i go without you” he says pulling away from the hug to give your forehead a kiss. " Awe you missed me that much?" You teased " Hmph says the one that ended up falling asleep while waiting for my return" he teased back,his hand now holding yours when you also pulled away from the hug. Edgeworth's thumb rubbed against your knuckles, mainly over the ring on your ring finger.He always found himself looking at it often.Taking your hand to his lips,he left a feather light kiss on your knuckles. He turned back to you with a fond smile on his face" You don't have the faintest clue how tiring it was without you around" he sighs feeling content " Tell me about it " you say knowing that the trip gave him more headaches than the witnesses in courtrooms." I will but first let's get you to bed,I've been dying to hold my love in my arms again after all" he says getting up from his crouched position,you mimicking his actions.

After getting changed into someone.Before more comfortable you two laid down is bed,Edgeworth's head resting against the crook of your neck,loosely wrapping his arms around you. He began telling you stories about his trip but his little story hour didn't last long because you both ended up falling asleep, but that was ok with Edgeworth,he's finally back to you at that's all that matters.

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(( sorry this took so long I've been busy with irl stuff but I hope you enjoy!

[bby-deerling]

hello!! first of all, i love your writing i think it's really well done. i was wondering if i could request for your event? "heaven can wait" + zoro? sfw please! thank you 🥰

you're so sweet anon! <3 thank you for the lovely request!

zoro x fem!reader + heaven can wait (sfw)

very fluffy, ft. special guest sanji being sanji, pride and prejudice references bc i cant help myself wc: 632 masterlist, song inspo

Groggy, aching, and bandaged, Zoro is not happy as he comes to his senses in the infirmary bed.  On top of being grievously injured enough to miss out on valuable time training, there was an obnoxious buzzing sound in his right ear that just wouldn’t stop.

As he floated back into consciousness, he realizes, that no, he doesn’t have a sudden acute case of tinnitus; the shitty cook just won’t shut up.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you—” Sanji swoons; his tone of voice is half-joking, but is like nails on a chalkboard to Zoro nonetheless.

Though Zoro’s eyes are still closed, he can feel you roll yours as you squeeze the swordsman’s hand.

“You’re more Collins than Darcy, blondie.” you tease.  “I’m saying the word to cease all talk of your affections.”

“You wound me, dear!” he exclaims, feigning surprise and Zoro hears the clink of dishes—he must have brought something for you.  “Despite your constant rejection, I love you and love you and—”

Zoro groans and sits up.  “Quit buzzing around my woman like a mosquito and get me something to eat, moron.” he rasps.  You smirk and hand him a glass of water that he eagerly gulps down, throat dry from too many hours of sleep.  A bowl of half-eaten crème brûlée sits in your lap, and Zoro is increasingly irritated that the stupid cook hadn’t left to bring him any food yet and was instead staring at him expectantly.

“What?” the swordsman snarls.

“Least you can do is say please, mosshead.” the cook snaps back.

“The least you can do is say thank you for saving your ass.  Again.” Zoro growls, starting to lose his patience.  You give Sanji a glare, and the cook sighs and heads for the door.

“And read a different book for a change, moron.” Zoro shouts at the cook’s back, only getting a distant grumble in response as the door slams.

“Want some?” you ask, offering some of your dessert to the swordsman, but he shakes his head.

“Too sugary.  Need some real food right now.” he replies gruffly as he shifts over in the bed to make room for you.

“He’s damn annoying.” he growls as you climb in next to him and snuggle into his side.  “I’m out for a few hours and he’s circling around you like a vulture.”

“He does that all the time.” you point out.  “He’s just lays it on thicker when you’re not awake to set him straight.”

“I better not die before you do then, I’d go crazy having to watch him swooning over you like an idiot.” he grumbles.

You giggle, mouth full of a spoonful of custard.  “He is like a mosquito; you swat him away, but he just keeps coming back.” you say with a smirk once you swallow.  “Makes a damn good crème brûlée though.”

“You’ve convinced me.  Gimme a taste.” Zoro says, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.  He moves to deepen the kiss, but is stopped by a pain in his side and lets out a hiss.  You check his bandages to make sure everything is still in place, and help him settle back into a comfortable position, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He lets out an exhausted sigh.  He’s happy to have you snuggled up with him while he recovers, but is frustrated that the heaven of your touch would have to wait.  The door of the infirmary swings open, slamming against the wall and interrupting his thoughts.

At least the cook was finally back with his damn bowl of soup.  Hopefully he wouldn’t stick around too long this time.

[ax-y10]

Imagine playing Geoguesser with Wilbur where reader is better than him so he gets angry and pouts like a kid, then reader told him that it's okay and they end up cuddling since he was in a bad humor😭😋

Sore loser

In which- he didn't know you were better than him at geoguessr, so he gets a little upset

A/n: I got carried away and I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but it's the best I could do. I'm super caught up with school and I just barely finished my agriculture and chemistry assessments. I love your stuff (and please respond to my messages 😂)

Headcanon info: Swearing, sad and pouty Wilbur, hurt/comfort, fluff, Geoguessr Wilbur because why not, cuddling, idk sorry

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

He would be super cocky at the start just to annoy you and show off, but would be immediately shut down when you win 5 in a row.

He would be so confused when you win the first round and claimed it was rigged.

"THIS IS RIGGED WHAT THE HELL!" "Wilbur, darling, have another round with me and we'll see, alright?" "Okay"

You'd go easy on him in the second round to not hurt his feelings, and to give him the satisfaction.

But when the third and final round came up, you went hard mode.

Every city that popped up, you almost immediately knew where it was, with the off chance of Wilbur knowing first.

Was he pissed off? Yes. Was he angry with you? Why would he be?

He had stormed out of the room to calm himself down from the game and recollect his thoughts. You put up a tough match and you were hard to beat. He didn't know you were that good at Geoguessr. "Alright, chat. I'm going to end it here and check on Wil. Have a great day or night wherever you are and remember to take care of yourselves. Bye bye," He heard from his office, your soft voice very obviously worried about him. You walked out as soon as you finished your last sentence and found him on the couch, running his hands through his hair and messing it up even further. "Wil? What's wron-" "Can you just go to the bedroom and I'll be there soon." His words cut you off, and you swiftly moved yourself to the bedroom to get changed. You'd obviously gone way too hard on Wilbur and challenged him too much, but you also wanted to have some fun.

He wasn't going to lie but you calm him down.

When he gets stressed, you're always there will a bowl of fruit and a drink of water.

When he's angry, you welcome him with a long hug and a kiss on the cheek.

When he's upset, you're there with a comforting smile on your face and a shoulder to cry on.

when he's anxious, you're offering him your hand to squeeze on and a small fidget toy for him to play with.

He couldn't deny that you were a grounding force for him, and he felt bad leaving you on your own, and always wanted to be there with you to reciprocate the things you did for him.

Small footsteps pulled you out of your thoughts, waiting for your boyfriend to come into the room and sit on the other end of the bed and lay down, ready to watch a movie. But when he entered the room, his hair was severely messed up, his Doomed sweater crinkled and his fingers holding a pinkish shade from picking at them. He didn't sit down the other end of the bed, but he slowly laid down on your outstretched body, moving until he was comfortable, and wrapping his arms around your torso. "I'm sorry for getting so pissed. I didn't mean to get angry when you were asking me what was wrong. I feel really bad now. Can you just cuddle for a while?" He apologised. You didn't know what for, as nothing really bothered you. "Just admit I'm better at Geoguessr and then I can sleep peacefully." You joked, and he shook his head against your chest. At least he's going to get a good night sleep.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧ | Masterlist

Pt 1. | You're all I think about | Floyd Leech

Pt 2. | Goodbye my dearest Knight | Sebek Zigvolt

Pt. 3 | I want to know you more | Idia Shroud

Pt. 4 | I love you till the moon and back | Idia Shroud

Pt. 5 | You're extrodinary | Kaeya Alberich

Pt. 6 | Flower love for you, My love | Rook Hunt

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[kaziwi]

Can you do robin with prompt 20: i miss you so much?

I am in LOVE with all the robin requests for this event!! I hope you enjoy!

"I missed you...so much..."

Character(s): Nico Robin

WC: 289

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears begin to stain your shirt. You could hear your crewmates fighting with the marines. While at the last island, you had been captured by the marines, and for almost 2 months you were in their custody. You had almost lost hope that your friends wouldn't save you...lost hope that you would never see Robin again...but when you heard Luffy's loud yelling from outside your cell you knew you were safe.

You sat there on the floor of your cell, crying tears of joy, when you felt something....tapping your shoulder??? You turned and saw an arm coming out from the ground next to you. Robin. She was here. She was really here. The hand pointed towards the door as another appeared, holding a key. You took the key and opened the door to your cell. A path of hands appeared in front of you, leading you to safety.

You followed the hands and ran through the base till you reached the outside. It seemed as if the battle had ended, the marines were all laying unconscious on the floor while your crew stood in the distance. You called out to them and ran towards them, tears pouring from your eyes. You expected the first person to run towards you would be Luffy or Chopper, but when you looked up you saw Robin running straight at you.

As soon as you were close enough you fell into her arms, knowing she'd catch you. She pulled you into a tight embrace and held you close.

You both stayed silent for sometime, taking in each other's presence. After awhile, you heard a faint whisper leave Robin's lips.

"I missed you...so much..."