#here's to 500 more 🥂

[idyllcy]

hi! congrats on 500 hehe. i really loved your soulmate damian fic! it was really cool and awesome and…lots of other words in forgetting right now!!

anyways, maybe you could do a fic that (might) exist in the same universe as that, with either a wedding or just married life aspects? i think that would be really cute :)

thank you and here’s to many more followers in the future! 🥂🩷

zawjati - damian wayne x reader

"Zawjati, are you going to check the mail today?"

You blink up at Damian while buttoning your shirt, smiling. "Yeah. I'll check when I come back from work. Is something coming in?"

"I ordered something for you." He hums, smiling gently. "You can try it on when you get home."

"Dami," You pout, reaching for your necklace. "You didn't have to."

"It reminded me of you. Of course I had to get it." He presses a kiss to your forehead gently. "stay safe at work today."

"Mm. What's for breakfast?" You look for your pants.

"Here," Damian pulls it from the drawer, handing it to you. "The maid made your favorite."

"Oh, how nice." You hum, reaching for your rings— the emerald one he designed, and the gold band he crafted. "Did you tell her to make it again?"

"...no." He unconsciously adjusts his wedding ring.

You laugh at how his ears flush slightly darker. "It's okay if you did. I appreciate it a lot."

"Zawjati, come on." He hums, holding his hand out for you. "What's your schedule today?"

"I have a meeting around 10," You take his hand, grinning. "And then I have paperwork to file in the afternoon. No lab work today."

"Should I pick you up?"

"I'll be fine on public transportation." You thank him as he pushes your seat in.

"I'll pick you up." He blinks at you. "I can't let you on public transportation."

"Don't you have a shelter visit in the afternoon?" You raise a brow, picking a slice of bread off the plate.

"You can visit the shelter with me." He hums. "How does 4:00 sound?"

"Oh, that works." You smile.

"Oh, and, habibti?"

"Hm?"

"I love you." He smiles.

"I love you too." You smile back.

[bby-deerling]

nico robin x who is it for the 250 event!

congrats on the 250 milestone!!! here’s to reaching 500 🥂

thank you so much!!! cheers both to growth and the amazing community we have here that makes it possible! (also, another galaxy brain request i had so much fun writing this)

robin + who is it (nsfw, gn!reader)

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 757, masterlist

cw: very inappropriate use of devil fruit, fingering (both ways, gn!reader so you pick which hole), oral (robin receiving), jealousy

You and Robin were both mature adults, with a particular arrangement that had no strings of exclusivity explicitly attached; however, neither of you had dared to venture outside of each other for quite a long time, and it seemed the two of you had slowly moved towards a deeper level of commitment together. 

Or so you thought.

You should be overstimulated and unable to think right now.  Robin’s many hands are all over you, sweet scent of flowers overpowering you as she gropes and kneads and teases every part of your body with delicate fingers.  Her gasps and moans fill your ears as your fingers curl inside her, head thrown back in ecstasy.  Tongue dancing across her clit, you should be in heaven right now, but all you can focus on is her shoulder—the dark, maroon hickey on her shoulder.

Maybe you would have been less bothered if the Sunny was docked at an island, and the person who left their mark on her could have been a faceless stranger, never to be thought of or seen again, but you had been sailing for long enough that the culprit had to be someone else on the ship—someone too close for your comfort.  The thought lights a fire in you, making you double your efforts to make her fall apart, desperate to prove your worth and defend your place at her side and in her bed.

Gazing up at her, you can tell you have her close, watching the heave of her gorgeous chest as her breathing quickens.  Your movements nearly stutter as she desperately grasps at you with her many hands, wanting to feel and devour every bit of you as she reaches her high.  Her hips grind at your face as she comes, leaving a layer of slick across the bottom of your face that your tongue eagerly darts out to clean up.

“Are you alright?” Robin asks as she regains her senses, voice still breathy and expression brimming with concern as she catches the distant look in your eyes.

Words collect themselves on your tongue, but all you can do is stammer, trying to find the right combination; you were hurt and bothered, but didn’t want to come off as accusatory or hostile.  Luckily, you end up not having to say anything as her eyes light up with realization.

“Was this bothering you?” she asks, pointing to the mark with a smile.  You nod, and swallow hard, eyeing her nervously and awaiting her explanation.

“You missed it, our captain was in quite the biting mood before lunch today.  I came out with minor injuries; our poor sniper, however, got quite a few chunks taken out of him.” she says, trying and failing to hold back a giggle.

The deep breath you let out is shaky, exhaling all of the worries and nerves you had built up.  Electricity starts to buzz through your head, relieved that Robin hadn’t felt the need to seek the company of someone else after all.

“Were you jealous?” she asks, smiling smugly with a teasing lilt to her voice.

“No…” you lie, averting your eyes, far too embarrassed to admit you had gotten so worked up, especially now that you knew the truth. 

The hands covering your body resume their gentle touches and squeezes, caressing planes on your form that you had never given a second thought.  To be touched this completely, this intimately, was nothing short of intoxicating and addictive.  

A finger circles your hole, gently teasing it; you’re wet and eager and begging, but she grins at you, enjoying watching you writhe and plead for even more of her.

“Who’d you think it was?” she asks, curious to know where your suspicions were directed.  To entice you to answer, she presses just the very tip of her finger into you, before withdrawing it and making you whine, a silent message that you wouldn’t get what you wanted until you fessed up.

“I thought it was Law.” you admit, ashamed at your jealous thoughts, but powerless to her methods of interrogation; when Robin has your body in her hands, she has the unique talent of stripping your mind and soul raw as well, and eagerly consuming them all.

She giggles at the notion.  “Funny.  He couldn’t possibly handle me.”  Her finger finally slips into your slick hole, making you let out a soft whine as your head feels dizzy.

“I don’t feel the need to go anywhere else.” she assures you.  “No one can take what I give them quite like you can, dear.”

[paper-starz]

Soooooo guess who redid their entire profile in celebration of the new updated website????? AND FOR 500 FOLLOWERS??????

MEEEEEEE

Introducing the new and improveddddd

*drumroll*

PAPERSTARZ!!!!

Here’s the day version!

And heres the nightime version!

Now I know this change is sudden... Why the new sona? Why the new name??? WHY THE NEW BANNER??? THE ICON???

Don't worry! I'm still the same old paperbag!

Speaking of the name, I never really liked the name "Anonymous-Paperbag".... It felt too long and didn't really feel like me. Not to mention that my sona (at the time) was a bit bland (I didn't even color it!) Tbh the only reason that I named myself "Anonymous Paperbag" was so that I can remain "anonymous", plus I put myself in a paperbag too so double the anonymity (what a silly word! "Anonymity". Try to say that five times fast.)

At the time, I was TERRIFIED of being online. I've had some not-so-great experiences online before, with some people stealing my ocs and people just overall being creepy :(

Thankfully, I had a very great person IRL who kinda gently nudged me into sharing my art online again! Thank you @adeadcreator for believing in me!! You're the absolute greatest!!!

I also wanna thank @pixiepixells and @catlover4536, two of my first followers! (i honestly got so surprised having followers for the first time! Wowie! People who like my art???) You two have been just terrific first fans who gave me the motivation to push my art!

And ofc, I wanna thank @dottyorange, who has been a terrific friend since the very beginning! And to @hazile who has been so kind and so enthusiastic! Seriously, I am proud of you both!

And how can I forget the 500 of you folks???? SERIOUSLY??? 500???? thats a lot of people. I would LOVE to thank you all individually but I'll be writing all day lmao. BUT I WILL SAY THIS. Thank you for pushing my art to the fullest! While I am still learning, I don't think I ever would've done digital art if it weren't for you online folks.

Now, here's to another Welcome Home update and to many more fanworks! 🥂

[reavenedges-lies]

HAPPY KELLS HIT 500 GAMES, HERE IS TO MANY MANY MORE 🥂🥂🥂🥂

[sequinsmile-x]

Can you do #48 kisses to shut them up?

Congrats on another milestone! 500 hotchniss lovers love you! Here’s to more stories this year and the following years to come. Thank you! 🥂 💖

Hi bestie!!

Thank you so so much <3 I really hope you enjoy this.

Details on how to submit a prompt can be found here, along with a list of ones that have already been requested

-x-

Words: 998 (STILL UNDER 1K)

Warnings: None

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She was furious at him, but not for the reasons he assumed. 

She’d fit the unsubs type perfectly, which is how they’d ended up deciding she’d be used as bait to draw him out. Jealousy seemed to be his trigger, so they’d planted her in public with Aaron posing as her boyfriend. 

At first, she found his discomfort adorable, getting a kick out of it as he stood closer than he usually would to her. The smell of his cologne comforting in a way that still took her by surprise. 

She’d felt him tense the moment it happened. The brief burst of joy at being touched by him as his hand squeezed at her waist, even if it was for the purpose of annoying the suspected unsub, disappeared as he tensed. His entire body rigid as he touched her carefully, the very opposite of how she wanted him to. 

If she didn’t know him as well as she did, if she couldn’t read him like a book, she’d be offended. Sure he was so turned off by the mere idea of touching her that he could barely bring himself to do it, even if it was a ruse. But she did know him. She saw the barely restrained love for her in his eyes. How he held it back every day, sure he’d ruin their friendship that they both cherished if he pushed their hastily thrown together boundaries too far. 

She knew because she felt the same way. 

Somehow she’d fallen in love with him. It had happened so slowly, creeping up on her bit by bit, that she could no longer remember how it felt not to love him. 

And she was done trying to hide it. 

He’d gone to make coffee as soon as the jet reached cruising altitude on the journey home, and before she can think any more of it, or worse talk herself out of it, she stands up to join him. She’s pleased that the rest of the team barely acknowledges her movement, the most she gets is a flick of Derek’s eyes to her as she points over her shoulder and makes a comment about making a cup of tea. She walks into the small kitchenette, ensuring that the curtain is pulled close behind her, affording them a tiny amount of privacy. 

He turns to look at her, and he tenses his jaw, clearing his throat as his eyes meet hers, “Look, Em, I’m sorry if I made you feel-”

She cuts him off before he apologises for something she doesn’t want him to be sorry for. She’s across the small space faster than she thought was possible, her lips pressing against his and her palms on his cheeks with a sense of urgency, of bravery, that she didn’t expect from herself. For a second, the longest of her life he doesn’t react and she’s worried she’s read it all wrong, that this had all been one-sided after all.

Then he touches her, his hands at her waist with a confidence he hadn’t shown earlier, pulling her closer to him. Her hands slip round to the back of his head, holding him in place. She sinks into the kiss, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by it, by him. 

He pulls back first, resting his forehead against hers as he screws his eyes shut, his grip on her tight in a way she knew she’d crave to feel again as soon as he let go. 

“Em.”

“Don’t apologise for something I don’t want you to be sorry for,” she says quietly, well aware of the rest of the team just on the other side of the curtain, “I want…” she drifts off, unsure how to put it into words, hoping the kiss had been enough. 

“I know,” he says, one of his hands leaving her waist to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, a smile on his face that makes her stomach flip, “I want it too.”

“And I want a cup of coffee,” Dave says as he pulls the curtain open, a smug look on his face as they spring apart, “So are you two done making out in here?” 

“Dave,” Aaron says warningly, his usual sternness lost by the situation they’d been caught in, and Emily avoids eye contact with the rest of the team who are all behind Dave. All sitting down with smirks on their faces. 

“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” Emily says at the same time as Aaron speaks, ignoring the burning in her cheeks, and the way her fingers twitched to reach back out for Aaron. 

“Or what, Prentiss?” He says, his smile not slipping even a tiny bit as she glares at him, “You’ll kiss me to shut me up too?”

“You wish, Rossi,” she grumbles in response, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“We’re happy for you, don’t get me wrong, and I think this means I won the bet” Dave quips, turning to look at Spencer who nods in confirmation, “But you can’t hog all the caffeine.” 

Emily blows out a breath and grabs the coffee pot, shoving it into Dave’s hands and getting a sick sense of enjoyment when he hisses at the heat of the glass before he holds the handle. 

“Here,” she says, stepping forward to pull the curtains closed again, “Leave us alone.” 

She ignores the laughter on the otherside of the curtain and turns back to Aaron, clearing her throat as she looks at him. 

“Sorry,” she says, shrugging her shoulder slightly, “I didn’t-”

He surges forward this time, his lips against hers as he cuts her off, holding her close as if they’d never been interrupted. He pulls back, smiling as she chases his lips, stamping another kiss against them.

“Now who’s apologising for something they shouldn’t be sorry for?” He says, his dimples on display. 

She beams at him, and leans back in, the rest of the world disappearing except for him. 

-x-

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[riddle-me-ri]

First of all- I just wanna say a big old congratulations on a well deserved 500 followers, Ri! Your work is always a delight to read and honestly, you're just a whole delight yourself as a person and as a friend.

The love letter idea is irresistibly cute, by the way. ;v; Could I please get one from Secret Six Jervis with plans to leave Arkham and find his Hare? The relationship is a sort of mutual obsession, almost Gomez and Morticia with a Wonderland twist. Not legally married but have made personal vows and consider themselves such. Nicknames are just anything along the lines of fair hare, silly bunny, etc. Anyone else would get the "hares aren't bunnies" lecture but Jervis(Jervie, Hatta, dear Hatter, my Hatter) has Privileges. Again, a big congratulations on this big milestone! Here's to another 500! 🥂

A/N: AHHH MARCCHHH!!! Thank youuu, you’re literally the sweetest, and much of my success with the Jervi is thanks to you and you're well full of utmost knowledge! Also for creating a space where I felt it was okay to love Jervis to begin with! Thank you so much for all your support and feedback, it’s helped me so much you can’t begin to imagine! I’m so glad you enjoy my writings and you decided to participate in my wee event!! I had a lot of fun writing this not even going to lie lmao. 

Thanks so much again, you’ve always been such a kind and amazing friend thank you so much for everything 💚💙🥹🥺

Secret Six Mad Hatter - Love Letter for march-harrigan

My fairest Hare, 

At last! I am able to write to you! Foolish guards! They keep asking me questions every day since they put me in here! Questions, questions, always questions, but never fun or interestings ones. 

Ah, but no one can be as fun as you are, my silly bunny. You are always able to make me smile and laugh. You truly make me the happiest and maddest Hatter of all! Oohh, how much I miss you! It’s not fair! How I yearn to see you, hold you, kiss you…other things…oh, just to embrace you and have you next to me again!

How dare they, how they get the gall to rob me from my precious beloved March Hare. They think they have me bestest. Hehe, it’s amusing, really…they think without my hat I’m not threat, no trouble, oh but they will see…I already have a plan in motion…it’s almost time to cause some comotion. 

They will pay for taking me away. 

Rest assured, my darling bunny, my one and only sweet Hare…Your devoted Hatter will be free again. We will be reunited once more and our tea party shall continue! I promise I won’t be late! 

Madly yours, 

Jervie 

[look-at-the-soul]

Congrats on 500 followers honey! I wanted to ask you if you'd like to write something fluffy about cillian comforting y/n bc theyre having a migraine. I'm sure you'll do an amazing job on this!!! 🥂to more followers in the future 💕

Ange!!

Thank you so much for sending this lovely idea! I read a lot about migraines and now I just want to hug whoever gets one 🥺 I’ve never had one, but recently I felt terrible and I’m sure Cill would make us all feel better.

This one goes for everyone who is sick, especially the ones dealing with a migraine. 💖

🌷A/N: I’m not doctor, nor I have experience with migraines, what I portray here might not work for everyone.

Put your arms around me

Cillian Murphy x reader (with migraine)

Baby I took over your basement for the day. Don’t come in unless the house is burning down, or something bad happens to Scout. Everything you need is right in front of you, or behind what’s in front of you. Love you. ♥️

Cillian left the note on the table and his keys on top of it. Y/N must have gotten yet another migraine.

They’ve tried every single remedy out there and nothing seemed to work, she even went to the hospital once to get stronger meds and monitoring for a day, but it only made her feel worse.

He now knew a migraine isn’t just a headache, it isn’t an excuse to have a day off, and it tore him apart to see the woman he loves suffering, it made him feel useless.

So he went to disconnect the telephone, the front door buzzer and let Scout out to the garden. Then he carefully took a cooking pot, filled it with water and took the pasta out of the bag, making sure he didn’t close any of the cabinets loudly, knowing she could hear every noise ten times the original sound. While the pasta was cooking, he mixed the rest of the ingredients in a bowl, they weren’t sure yet if cheese was a food that triggered the migraines so he changed his recipe a little bit and made the macaroni and cheese without cheese, instead he prepared a special cream full of avocado and spinach both approved by your doctor that provided a good amount of natural magnesium that helped you.

The salmon looked good in the grill and the smell was amazing.

He also cut some dark chocolate bars to give you as snack later, in the right dose, it was so helpful with the migraines too.

Walking down the stairs he opened the door to the basement slowly. Balancing the tray against his body he was proud he managed to make it to the spot where you were hiding under his hoodie with your sleeping mask on, your pillow on the floor, the room in total darkness.

Touching your leg gently to let you know he was near, you managed to crack a small smile.

“Hi.” You mouthed, your world lighting up as Cillian smiled at you, taking his place on the floor next you.

“Hello.” He mouthed back.

Reading lips was the perfect way to communicate while the migraines lasted.

Sometimes you didn’t even need words, just one look and you could see every feeling, every little thing he wanted to say, his eyes weren’t just beautiful and breathtaking, they also showed what was inside of him.

“Brought you some food.” He whispered.

As you were about to say you weren’t hungry, he gave you the look and you closed your mouth, accepting the plastic plate and fork, because the regular ones made so much noise for you to take at the moment.

Everything hurt; the light, the sound the steps makes against the floor, a car honking, sometimes you had vertigo, others you could see blind spots, or have nausea… sometimes however, it was all mixed at once. And all of that also caused you to feel anxious for not being able to control any of that.

But right now, Cillian was the best medicine you could have. He was just so thoughtful, it meant everything to you that he was now used to every single little thing that made you feel better, like not using his shoes around, so he just walked in wearing his colored socks, small things that actually meant everything. Helping you into a seating position, you started to eat the salmon and the pasta he made for you. It was incredible that you couldn’t even stand crunchy food, but the most amazing thing, is that Cillian knew everything by now about it, not like the first time you got a migraine with him and he was using the blender to make a smoothie, killing you for days and feeling guilty about it once he found out.

Cupping his face in your hands you touched his lips with a finger, announcing you were going to kiss him so he wouldn’t be surprised or kiss you back making a loud kiss noise.

Approaching him, your lips found his, feeling how incredible it was to have someone who understood what you were going through. Feeling his kiss back, you also felt his fingers pressing at the base of your skull for a few seconds, a point that might help to get rid of the migraine.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Just put your arms around me, Cill.”

While your arms found their way around his body, he lifted up the hood to cover half of your face, then he wrapped you in his arms.

Feeling a little better after you ate, a sigh escaped your lips.

“Have some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He whispered softly while rocking your body from side to side.

Cillian was giving you so much more than he could even imagine, by just putting his arms around you.

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[briefcasejuice]

Congratulations on 500 my friend! 🎉🥂

If ya like, here's a request for Matt and:

i want to know what it means to survive something.

You can do do with that what you will! 😅

🖤

thank you!! so so much!! this kind of got away from me so it's either okay or just really bad. it's also not exactly angst; i have no idea what genre this is but enjoy!

conversations of closure masterlist / AO3

word count: 1196 characters: matt murdock and sister maggie with mentions of foggy, karen, jack murdock, stick, elektra and father lamton. content: set post s3, angst?, hurt/comfort themes, conversations of grief and mental health (ish) with mentions of death and catholicism.

It didn’t take long for Matt to find himself back at the Clinton Church, eventually finding himself in front the doors of the church or laid on a concrete slab under the church as his wounds were attended to in the dead of the night at least once a week. It was easier now, actually; despite the lack of Father Lantom’s presence Matt found it easier to attend. If he were still alive, Father probably would’ve told him it was because of some inner peace he’d found within himself and he would’ve agreed. He wasn’t alone anymore - he had a mother he once thought lost, he had Karen, Foggy, his jobs and a Fisk-free city again - and that was peace enough.

The church was bustling with activity, even more than usual. The overlapping chorus of footsteps and chatter temporarily overwhelmed him but after a few seconds of focus he continued the movements of his red tipped cane, tapping the very edge of each step as he climbed them. Approaching the church entrance, he cast out his senses in search of Sister Maggie.

Past-Matthew would have been weary about how quickly he’d become comfortable with the idea that he had a mother, not just a mother but a mother who was able to provide him with the same kind of care Father Lantom had; care involving a deep understanding of him and his relationship with God, care involving the ability to apply ointments to wounds of questioning and faith. Past-Matthew especially would have been weary with how often he was showing up to the church, already so used to the kind of comfort Sister Maggie provided him but Present-Matthew couldn’t seem to care. It healed something deep within his soul and Foggy had already given him a week’s scolding for trying to turn away from that feeling of healing - of getting better and he wasn’t willing to put up with that again. He wasn’t willing to give up this feeling yet.

He ran the backs of his fingers on each pew as he passed them, head down in focus although he already knew where she was. Maggie stood under the large statue of Christ on his cross, its outline clear in Matt’s head as he wove the messages his senses gave him into a mental map of imagery - made up of memory and recent descriptions he’d received from the sighted - painting tones and colours of sound, taste and smells as his brain processed them. She was speaking to someone he didn’t recognize, their voice foreign and slightly jarring as it crackled in their voice box. He stood a ways off, not sure what to do to get her to notice his presence but after a few moments, he retired to a pew on the left of the church a few benches from the front. It was a habit at this point, he thought, to listen to people’s prayers as they sat on their knees and prayed to the man beyond the ceiling; he cringed, remembering that as a child, he thought he was given his power to listen to people’s prayers and answer them himself. Caught up in his thoughts, he hadn’t realised Maggie had finished her conversation and noticed him; her steps firm with purpose and her shallow heels knocking against the concrete floors as she made her way towards him.

“My, my. I was wondering just yesterday when you were coming back,” she sat in the bench in front of him, an arm folded on the top of the back and facing him as best as she could. He’d been faced directly forward but as she spoke his posture settled and he faced her.

“It’s been longer than usual, hasn’t it?” he chuckled, the cane nestled between his legs tapping the edge of his chin as his whole body shook with slight laughter. “Who else would I get advice from, though? Foggy’s tired of my bullshit.”

She swatted at his thigh, chuckling, “Language, Matthew.” He made a face of sarcastic pain. “In any case it’s good to see you again.” She smiled a little and he smiled with her, the crinkles of his eyes momentarily irritating a swell on the side of his face. God, it was so good to not feel alone.

The two fell into a comfortable silence as he gathered his thoughts. She waited; she had a talent for it. He often envied how patient she was.

“I’m still recovering, y’know,” his voice was low but regressed to a whisper the longer he spoke. “Mentally, I mean.” he gestured to his head.

She considered him, her head tilting slightly as she read his face, obscured by red glass. “You were never going to get better immediately. In fact, I’m proud of how quickly you've bounced back.”

His chest swelled. Fuck, he forgot how good it felt to not be alone.

“Thank you. I just-” he paused, rolling the words around on his tongue as he considered them, considered their shape and just how big it was to say this out loud. “I want to know what it means to survive something. I’ve never completely healed from anything, really.” He raised his head as if he were speaking to both God and Sister Maggie.

She paused, staring at him and even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell her gaze softened; this was something he was admitting, not explaining or just saying and she knew that.

“Apart from Elektra, Your father and Stick?” she decided to ask - stern, matter-of-fact - and it was comforting. It was comforting to be able to speak about this so objectively, without pity. He shook his head in agreement.

“There’s no closure for death,” he whispered, his head bowing as if he suddenly felt raw- as if there was no ceiling between himself and God within that moment. “And that scares me.”

“Because we’re to learn from it,” she responded all too quickly, her tone unchanging. “Not find closure in it.”

His head snapped up, his mouth set and pinched together. He wasn’t smiling but Maggie could still make out the dimple in his right cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve learned anything from the deaths I’ve cau- experienced,” he responded, his tone dead. Maggie regarded him; he was shying away from the advice.

“Of course you won’t think that now- but I’m sure you’ve come across a fight and something stick taught you that you’d long forgotten popped into your head or perhaps something your father told you jump started an idea you needed for a case,” she tilted her head at him, the hair under her habit shifting against the cloth on her head, muscles creaking. His face softened as she continued.

“Some things are life-long lessons,” she almost whispered. The same became apparent to her years ago; it’s something the unlucky learn by experience.

“I just wish it didn’t hurt so much,” it was supposed to be a joke, but his voice cracked. Despite it, Maggie blew a sharp exhale from her nostrils as she chuckled slightly.

“If it didn’t, the lessons would be all too easy to ignore,” she sighed in just as much amusement.

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[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Congrats on 500, dear! Here's to many more! 🥂

May I ask for some 📝Planning with Pietro? Maybe some Speedy himself x enhanced!reader with plant controlling powers? Pretty please? ❤️

oh oh oh!!! i added earth powers as well bc they're similar! <3

So, basically you had always been able to manipulate plants and earth. Your parents were Shield agents, and worked with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, making you close with them. Due to complications when Loki tried to take over and a main character complex, your parents were killed when you were fourteen. With your powers, you were made an Avenger when you were seventeen, and went on your first real mission with the Avengers, where you first encountered the speedster.

You made the ground rumble around him and used roots and vines to trip him over. Sometimes he was too fast for them, but sometimes you got him, grinning smugly when he tripped over.

During the battle of Sokovia, when the two of you worked together to kill(?) robots. When the ship was headed straight for him, ready to pepper him with bullets, you created a massive vine, pulling the ship away from him. You ran over to assess him, worried he was hurt, but he was perfectly fine. He kissed you on the cheek in thanks and winked at you before zooming off, leaving you a bashful mess.

come and join the celebration!

[berriesandjunnie]

CONGRATS ON 500 WOOOO🥳🥳

could you do prompt 54 with booseoksoon🥹 if u cant do all of them then soonyoung

COBGRATS AGAIN 🥳🥳 HERES TO MORE MILESTONES 🥂

w.c: 1,488 words

prompt: “sounds illegal i’m in”

warnings: emetophobia warning (mentions of feeling sick), hints at sexual scenario (i do not give specifics but sex is here and i give no detail, it’s just insinuated you witness it), emotional warning for those with perhaps trauma from cheating - cheating is a prominent part of this prompt. also if you couldn’t tell, angst warning!

a/n: thank you so much and thank you for your support too i always see you in my notifs<3 this is lowkey written from personal experience. i wish i could have had a friend group like booseoksoon to help me like this.

Following your graduation of university, you’d stayed close with those a stone’s throw away from you — Lee Seokmin, Kwon Soonyoung and Boo Seungkwan. Despite being on differing degrees to say the least, the four of you had met and bonded over the Five Minute Society, a society where you did the weirdest shit in a five minute timespan. This included running through the campus library like a herd of elephants. Soonyoung actually tripped that day and none of you let it go.

But even with adult jobs and income, they never strayed from you. That includes giving relationship advice, perhaps unwanted sometimes but they were definitely judging your one-night stands. They were certainly wary when you announced your relationship with Lee Chan, someone who was also on the Five Minute Society roster when you were all in education. He never blended well with your friend group but he stayed in contact with you specifically.

A little desperate mayhaps, you agreed to try it out when Chan proposed a relationship to you after a year or so of talking. The little BooSeokSoon clique as you call them was not so pleased but albeit still happy for you in the long run. A year on from the start of the relationship, things were still going somewhat smoothly.

“Y/n,” Seokmin dragged out, leaning across the coffee shop table to tilt your phone down so you’d look at him, “do you have plans tonight? Soonyoung wants a movie night because Jihoon rejected him again.”

“Ah so that’s where he is today,” you mused as you’d noted only Seungkwan and Seokmin had met with you today, “sorry, I’ll have to join next time, Chan and I are supposed to be going out.”

Seungkwan let out a little groan from your right and you exhaled softly, preparing for his sassy attitude.

“Chan again?” Seungkwan huffed, looking at you in slight disgust, “never thought he was better than us, Soonyoung needs you y/n.”

“I know, I know Kwan!” You whined, leaning back in your chair as you furrowed your brows, “but he’s had this planned for months, I can’t cancel on the day.”

Seungkwan turned away, sipping his iced americano. Seokmin’s shoulders dropped.

“Well…” he started, fiddling with his fingers in the tense atmosphere, “depending what time you finish, you could always come to Soonyoung’s afterwards? We’re staying there tonight so…”

A smile crept across your face as you nodded and watched Seokmin’s face lit up.

“Yeah, sure I can do that! We’ll be done at like maybe 9pm if that’s okay?” You questioned and Seokmin beamed a wide grin as he nodded excitedly. A soft sigh of relief came from your lips that you’d managed to skip around your arranged date with Chan and still go see Soonyoung. He had never taken well to Jihoon rejecting him, even after all these years of trying. Seungkwan and yourself had personally said that you were surprised he hadn’t given up. Seokmin laughed and brushed it off. Soonyoung would never drop this school crush until Jihoon said yes.

-

When Chan hadn’t arrived at 6pm as he’d stated numerous times over the past months of planning this date, you fidgeted nervously on the bottom step of your staircase. Perhaps he was running late and couldn’t text? You decided to take matters into your own hands as you grabbed your car keys in somewhat shaky hands. What if he’d gotten into a crash?

Chan didn’t live too far away but he never had the ‘effort’ to walk to your house, as he always said. You called him lazy but he still did a lot for you. Chewing your lip, you rang his doorbell. No answer. The lights were on in his bedroom and that was definitely his car in the drive. With the tip of your foot and a sudden wave of anxiety, you tested the front door and found it to be open.

There was an echoing noise through the otherwise silent house and it brought the sickening, sour feeling of bile to rise in your throat. Was that a female moaning? Reluctantly, you stepped up his staircase with quiet feet. You didn’t know why you were still going towards the noise, you should be turning around right now and going straight out of that front door - not to mention blocking his number.

Dreaded by the noise that was most definitely confirmed by your overthinking head, you nudged open the cracked wide door. Man, you had some good reflexes to stop the awful feeling of bile coming straight up your throat at the scene.

“Chan?” You croaked out, the tears stinging at your eyes as you gazed at the shocked girl, admiring that she was much prettier than you.

“Y/n? Baby?” Chan quickly pulled away, staring at you with wide eyes, “I can explain!”

“Don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head as you quickly turned on your heel like you should have done ages ago and jogged down his staircase. With your phone in your hand, you were already dialling Seokmin’s number by the time you slammed your car door shut.

“Y/n? Aren’t you with Chan right now?” His voice picked up on the other side of the phone and you choked out a sob as you put your phone onto loud speaker and threw it into the passenger seat, laying your head on the wheel, “y/n? Hey!”

The sound on Seokmin’s side crackled as his phone was snatched from his hand, another voice quickly welcoming you in a wave of warm comfort even in your situation.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Soonyoung questioned, his voice laced with worry, “where are you?”

“Outside Chan’s house,” you choked out, your blurry eyes staring at Chan’s house in front of you, “I’m on my way for movie night.”

-

The front door to Soonyoung’s apartment was already wide open by the time you pulled into the drive, your nose snotty and eyes stinging from how dry they’d ended up. You’d sat in Chan’s drive for about another five minutes, bawling and sobbing that he’d even had the audacity to cheat on you before you left for Soonyoung’s apartment.

Seungkwan came running out, opening your door wide open and embracing you into his arms. He didn’t speak, didn’t press the conversation, he just hugged you. After a few minutes of you holding yourself together in the nudge of Seungkwan’s neck, he helped you inside as if you’d injured your leg. On the lounge couch, Soonyoung sat with his head in his hands and Seokmin paced back and forth behind the couch. They turned as soon as you appeared in the doorway.

“What happened?” Seokmin asked softly, taking in your rough hair and ruined make up that you’d taken so much time to do.

“He fucked another girl.” You mumbled, throwing yourself down on the couch beside Soonyoung. The three males were silent but you didn’t miss the glaring glances they shared with each other, Seungkwan’s tongue even poking his cheek.

-

It’d been a week since you’d caught Chan in the act and you’d barely left your house. You’d called into your work sick when in reality you’d not left the suffocating comfort of your bed. Unwashed, covered in crumbs and with dark bags under your eyes.

On the other hand, your friends had been concocting. Sat around Seungkwan’s kitchen table, the three of them tried to list activities the Five Minute Society did when they were in university. Numerous were illegal and definitely boded well as good payback for cheating on their best friend.

“What about egging his house?” Seokmin mumbled, thumbing through his snapchat memories.

“Is that from when we egged the university chancellor’s house?” Soonyoung snorted a little at the memory, “we could always puncture his tires.”

“Only three of them,” Seungkwan commented quietly from where he was stirring his cup of tea as it steeped, “otherwise insurance covers the cost.”

The three of them shared a look, their faces brighter than before. Seokmin dialled your number and it took two attempts and even Seungkwan calling you for you to finally pick up.

“What?” Your voice echoed in the kitchen as Seokmin put you on loud speaker.

“Remember all the illegal things we did in the Five Minute Society?” Soonyoung chimed in, hovering close to Seokmin’s phone, “how much of an adrenaline rush you kept saying you got?”

“Yeah…” you answered softly, “why?”

“Well obviously a certain asshole needs a taste of his own medicine!” Seungkwan exclaimed, “you think we’re going to let Chan live happily? We’re going to puncture his car’s tires.”

There was silence other than the way you were shuffling in your bedsheets, deep in thought. The three held their breath in anticipation on whether you would agree or not. A sudden hum rang from you and they let out a sigh of relief in unison.

“Sounds illegal,” you commented, definitely agreeing on their previous statement, “I’m in.”

[dwindlinghaze]

Hello! Could I get a 🩰? I really don't have a preference for male or female, I'm bi as hell.

I'm a 5'4 guy. I'm a punk too. I enjoy reading, especially Stephen King and Homer. The Odyssey and the Iliad are some of my favourites. I would customise a lot of my stuff such as backpacks and my leather jacket (my baby) with patches. I love classic rock, grunge, and punk - so bands like Nirvana, Queen, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Iron Maiden, the Undertones, and more. A few of my friends say that I remind them of Sirius Black lmao. I have that black long curly hair. I play the drums and bass guitar too :)

Thanks in advance, and congratulations on getting 500 followers!! Here's to 500 more 🥂

hello and tysm for participating in my 500 celebration

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

🩰 : i ship you with james potter

╰┈➤ james getting you patches for your backpack/jacket !!! he'll definitely get those that remind him of you (maybe like a bass or drums or anything that is punk really). he adores the way you like to customise your stuff bcs like omg ?? that's so wholesome

╰┈➤ listening to your favourite bands when you're bored or just feeling like it. he has the record player and you have the vinyls !!!

╰┈➤ black long curly hair you say? james is head over heels. not many people can pull long hair but you're absolutely one of them that looks good with it.

╰┈➤ you'll definitely get along with sirius because of the similarities in terms of music. james is not gonna admit it but he really enjoy nirvana and queen (and the others too but he loves them the most).

╰┈➤ let me just tell you that james will be in pure shock and amazement when you're playing the drum / bass because you look super cool.

[illyrian-dreamer]

It seems like yesterday we were celebrating 5 for 500 followers, but somehow now I’m at over 800??

Like how and what and why and thank you so fucking much. 

I realise I haven’t revealed much about myself along the way (like g’day, did you know I’m Australian?)

Anyway, I’m not sure if you’re actually interested in getting to know me, but here is an unoriginal list of questions you can pop in my ask, I’d love to share and also hear your answers too! 

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following my blog and reading along, I love you! – Nic 

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

📺 - Favourite show?

😂 - Are you ticklish?

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

😳 - Do you like your name?

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

🤓 - How did you get your name?

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

🎨 - Any hobbies?

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

[dc418writes]

✨Announcement✨

Hi everyone👋🏾! So first and foremost, 🎆Happy New Year to everyone🎆!!! I hope y’all had a great and restful holidays enjoying time with family, and/or time with yourselves☺️! I hope this year is full of happiness, peace, and success for every one of you💕!

Next…

Thank you so so soooo much for over 600 followers🥂!! I meant to say thank you when the page hit 500, but as we see that didn’t happen lol so here we are! Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my works and those who comment, reblog, and/or like, it really means a lot to me and from the bottom of my heart I appreciate every single one🥰. Please accept my big hugs (and ignore my tears we all know I’m soft lol).

With this new milestone, I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided that I will NO LONGER be doing taglists. With the different series I have, there are people who want to be tagged for some things and not others, and it’s getting a bit tough to keep up with. Yes I know I could do something like a google doc and just have different sections for those who want to be tagged for all my works or certain characters, however everyone might not have access to that and honestly I’m a bit new to it myself lol. So if you lovely people don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if everyone turns on notifications for my page (only if you’d like to of course, no pressure!). That way with every post you’ll be notified, and if it’s something you don’t want to see of course you can just ignore. Plus those currently on my taglist who may be inactive or no longer want to be notified don’t have to be currently bombarded by my posts. Given if this doesn’t work out well, maybe we can circle back to doing a google doc or something else if anyone has any ideas!

Also I just wanted to apologize really quick for the lack of work on the series I’ve started over time. Not that anyone has hounded me about them, but I still wanted to assure that nothing has been discontinued! I’ve just been busy with work (I’m full time, 40 hrs a week) and sometimes tiredness, lack of motivation, and not knowing what all I want to include in a part really be bringing ya girl down and stressing her out lol.

Okay, that’s pretty much everything I wanted to say! So as a recap:

NO MORE TAGLISTS!

Please turn on notifications (if you’re not cool with that and/or bothered by it then I completely understand)

No series have been discontinued, and it’s one of my goals to be more consistent with posting for them (be it little additions or full chapters)

And finally, take care of yourselves! Drink water! Have a great 2023!✨💕

@celestianstars @stargirlfics @fumbling-fanfics @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @adoreyouusugar @lovebittenbyevans @royalwriteroftheuniverse @theartisticqueen @chrisevans-world @literaturelove @ivorylei @elrw24 @pono-pura-vida @yinx1 @justile @sunsetfreedom05 @jackiekae @luvingmyships @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @shnadaidas @crossfitjesusinblackskinnyjeans

[hoewkeye]

300 followers party! 🥂

I can’t believe that I’ve achieved 100 more followers in less than two weeks! I can’t thank you enough but now it’s time to celebrate, isn’t it?

Our party will be happening until Sunday, 5th. And that’s what we’ll be doing:

💌 q&a (ask me anything!)

💌 headcanons (send me “🥂 + scenario + character”)

💌 characters thoughts (send me a character headcanon and I’ll elaborate)

💌 blurbs and shortfics! (+ more info under the cut)

Now your requests will not be limited to 500 words, if you’re lucky enough you might get yourself an shortfic. Delightful, isn’t it?

Here’s my prompts lists, but you shall not limit your requests to these. Request freely. I don’t have many rules. Go crazy.

The characters I’ll be writing for are:

💌 Matt Murdock

💌 Billy Russo

💌 Frank Castle

💌 Eddie Munson

💌 Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001

💌 Nancy Wheeler

💌 Robin Buckley

💌 Steve Harrington

💌 Jonathan Byers

💌 Anakin Skywalker

💌 JJ Maybank

With love,

Blue. 💌

[blackacre13]

✨Happy Halloween, friends! Aka Nanowrimo eve for myself✨

I’m posting this both to 1) hold myself accountable (we’ll see if that even works) and 2) because I hope this lovely group of followers and readers will be understanding and supportive as I embark on this twisted and ridiculous adventure (because I could really use some cheerleaders in my corner to help me make this happen and y’all are my inspiration.

I mentioned this a few months back, and I’ve decided to officially take a stab at it and either succeed or now have publicly humiliated myself (at least in the Tumblr-sphere)

I’ll be participating in Nanowrimo this November which basically means I am trying to write 50k words of an original novel in 30 days. I have the crumbs of a plot and a semblance of a mish mashing of characters and I’m not ready to go!

I’m not announcing a hiatus or break in prompts, but they will likely be less frequent in November (or more frequent as I procrastinate working on this manuscript). So I wanted to share so you are all in the loop👏🏻 I still plan to answer prompts as much as I can and am hoping my writing time for nanowrimo will *sigh* replace my leisure reading time.

Best case? We have the start of an original novel. Worst case? We have what? 500 words or 15k words or an idea floating out there or an original story. We. Shall. See. For anyone interested, here’s a hint from my dashboard👀 if there’s any interest, maybe I’ll share some snippets. As it is of course, definitely going to be gay 🏳️‍🌈

Cheers to this inevitable disaster🥂

[riley-phoenix]

1 Year Anniversary 🖤

(Well, 1 year anniversary of my first fic, not of the blog itself but anyway.)

I can't believe it's been a whole year. I reached 500 Tumblr posts today and I reached 50 followers about a week ago, so this anniversary is perfect timing!

On 28 July 2021, I posted "The Werelion: Chapter 1" (Jesus Christ I really need to finish that. It's literally been a WIP for a year). Fast forward a year later and I've released many more fics, dabbled in poetry, hit followers and posts milestones and most importantly I've made some amazing mutuals.

From my Ninjago mutuals like @legogeek33 and @flavoredlimeade

To my Teen Wolf mutuals like @msginnymalfoy @lucbian @rottenstyx @lilys174 @cactuwus @parkkrys @twjournals @lovethebees

And my Supernatural Mutuals like @this-is-me19 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

My choices mutuals @ladylamrian @rookiemartin @peonierose

Even the People who followed me 'just because' like @nicoistrying @lifeempty @wheredobrokenheartsg0 @vallikesbands @madamolivertwist

And even @taurielthepirateking, who mistakenly assumed I was attacking her in the reblogs, only to find out I was backing her up 💀

You've all made this past year the greatest year of my life.

Here's to many goddamn more 🥂