#1000 followers event

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Congrats on the 1000 followers. You deserve it. I’d love an ending to failed fic 10 please? It was really really cute. I don’t know if you need any details like in the usual rules, but if I do need to do that I had a cute idea that Sabo finds a letter in his locker similar to the letters he wrote that’s signed “the person you admire” and he turns and sees her waving to him and he gets more courage and ends in a smooch. But feel free to ignore that idea entirely because you probably have an idea that is like 100 times better. Thank you 💙

Yay, my first event request! I hope you enjoy this, I used your idea but changed it up a little. As a note, I did actually make the poem in this myself. I spent probably half an hour or more just trying to rhyme a couple of words!

Word Count: 1600

     Sabo watched you from across the classroom, head resting in his hand. How long had he admired you from afar? Normally he wasn’t a shy person, taking action, making his move, and often getting what he wanted, but with you, it was different. He couldn’t ever seem to find the words, his plans fell apart, and if he didn’t trip over his own feet, he ended up tongue tied. It was infuriating as he attempted time and again to tell you how he felt, he could tell you how he felt in letters, he’d sent you dozens of ‘secret admirer’ letters. Sticking them in your books when you weren’t looking, placing them in your purse while your back was turned, or bribing the coffee shop you frequented to stick them to your drink. He’d considered signing his name a number of times instead of writing ‘from your secret admirer’, yet always felt his hand shaking. What was wrong with him? How were you doing this to him? How was it that you turned him into a bumbling, stuttering mess. 

     Sabo closed his eyes, standing up and starting to walk over to you. He had to do this, he needed to tell you how he felt. Taking a deep breath, he tapped you on your shoulder as you packed your things up, getting ready to head home.

    “Hm? Oh, hi! You’re Sabo, right?” you said, giving him a friendly smile.

    “I uh, y-yeah.” Sabo said, sticking his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the shaking.

    “So what can I do for you?” you asked, head tilting adorably to the side. Sabo could already feel his cheeks heating up, how did you manage to be so cute without even trying?

    “W-well we have a few classes together and I’ve seen you around campus, so I-I uh, I was thinking, well, I mean, I know we don’t really know each other, but uh, I was hoping that maybe, that is, if you’d like to, perhaps, I could uh, t-take you to get some coffee? O-or maybe study together, s-since we’re in a lot of the same classes, that is.” Sabo stuttered out, feeling the blush start to crawl across his entire face. You smiled and giggled, making Sabo’s heart skip a beat.

    “I’d love to. How about we do both! I know of a great cafe where we can study. They’ve got really great coffee. Here, let me give you their address.” you said, quickly pulling out a piece of paper and writing the address and name down before handing it to him, “Think you’ll be able to find it alright?” you asked, giving him another stunning smile. Sabo’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you.

     “Yeah, yeah I can find it. I think I might have been there once or twice.” he said with a ‘nonchalant’ shrug. Once or twice? Try at least once a week when you got coffee. They were the coffee shop you almost always visited, the ones he bribed to stick notes onto your cup. He never went there while you were there, but he knew the place.

     Taking a deep breath, Sabo checked his appearance in the mirror for probably the tenth time this morning. He was meeting you at 2 and he really wanted to look his best without looking like he was trying too hard. If he looked too nice, you’d probably wonder what was wrong with him and start backing off. Similarly, if he was unkempt, you wouldn’t want to be with someone who was that much of a slob and leave.

     “Dude, will you chill? You’re gonna be fine!” Ace called from his place on the couch, leaning his head back to look at his brother.

     “First of all, I am chill. Secondly, you don’t know that. And third, you don’t know this girl, she’s far too amazing, I have to look good.” he said, giving his brother a light glare before checking his clothes again, smoothing them out and checking for anything that might be on them despite the fact that they were basically pristine. Ace just rolled his eyes at his brother but didn’t say anything further. If Sabo wanted to panic about his date, then fine. 

     Putting on a calm air and a smile, he sat down with you at one of the tables, setting his coffee down as the two of you pulled out your books.

     “Thanks for buying my coffee. You really didn’t have to.” you said with a sweet smile, one that had his heart racing. 

     “Of course, a g-gentleman should always buy the lady a d-drink.” he said, doing his best to remain cool. He had to remain cool! He couldn’t let you see what a stuttering, blushing mess you made him! Looking at you, the blond began to panic, noticing your brow furrow like something was wrong.

     “Everything alright, Y/n?” he asked, still trying to come off as calm and collected.

     “Yeah, I’m just thinking, it’s not really easy to study like this. Hold on.” you said, quickly pulling your chair next to his and sitting back down, “Much better. We’ll have an easier time looking at each other’s notes and books this way.” you said with another smile. He was pretty sure you’d be able to hear his heart with how close you were. The young man could smell what kind of shampoo and conditioner you used at this distance. All he could do was nod as he started studying with you, taking a short break after about half an hour to splash some water on his face. He needed to calm down! Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to calm his pounding heart. He could do this, he was Sabo, brother to Ace and Luffy, best in his martial arts class, and top scores for pre college politics! It was one date! Drying his face off, he headed back out to your table, sitting next to you once more. 

     Walking back into the school building, Sabo sighed. The study date had gone really well, you’d both gotten a lot done and you seemed to be happy to have his company. That being said, when he’d written you another short love note, he still couldn’t bring himself to sign his name. He was hopeless! At least, he felt hopeless. Approaching his locker, his brow furrowed. The edge of a light blue card stuck out the top. Quickly opening his locker, he easily caught the small card. It was fairly simple, a cute, blank card he must have seen in a thousand stores. Looking at the card in confusion, he opened it, his eyes darting across the page. 

“Roses are Red, 

Violets are blue, 

I have an admirer, 

I know that it’s you. 

You didn’t think that I’d notice, 

you think that you’re clever, 

from the corner of my eye, 

I caught you, however. 

These feeling you have,

They’re really endearing,

Rejection from me,

You need to stop fearing.

Please meet me under your favorite tree.

Signed, the girl you admire.”

     He wasn’t sure if his heart had stopped or was just pounding too hard and too quickly to register. Was… was this what he thought it was? Slamming his locker door, he took off at a dead sprint, skidding around corners and nearly crashing into walls as he sped through the halls. Sure enough, standing under the tree he always ate lunch under, was you, looking as cute as ever and holding something in your hands that he couldn’t quite make out. Another deep breath and he was walking up to you, a little sweat dripping from his temple from running, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, and his hands shaking. 

     “I-Is this really from you?” Sabo asked once he reached you, watching a smile spread across your face.

     “I was starting to wonder if you’d actually gotten it.” you said, making him swallow hard as he glanced back down at the card.

     “Your um, your poetry is really good. I didn’t know you had so many skills.” he said, unsure of what else to say.

     “Oh, not really. That took me all night to figure out. I have a thousand crumpled papers in my trash.” you said, making him chuckle.

     “It’s still cute. You mentioned I should stop worrying about rejection. Does that mean… that you like me back?” he asked tentatively, looking back up at you. You nodded, your cheeks dusted pink as you unwrapped the item you were holding. Inside was a box of his favorite sweets, his eyes widening. The bakery was on the other side of town! You would have had to wake up an hour early to get there, wait in line, and get back here in time! Sabo gently took the box, lifting it out of the way before caressing your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. You weren’t sure who melted more, him or you, both of you a bright pink when he pulled away.

     “So, then… Can I… does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Sabo asked. 

     “I wish I could say something poetic as a yes, but all my poetry went into that note, so how about just an ‘absolutely’.” you said with a small giggle, making the blond chuckle.     “I’m framing this, by the way. The first thing I ever received from the best girlfriend in the world.” he said before giving you another soft kiss. Normally he didn’t get such sweet gifts, his heart didn’t pound like it was, he didn’t get flustered but you were different.

#one piece #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo x reader #revolutionary sabo #sabo the revolutionary #chief of staff sabo #chief of staff sabo x reader #flame emperor sabo #flame emperor sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary x reader #revolutionary sabo x reader #1000 followers event

[honeybear-yammy]

Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

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[mvrtaiswriting]

*ೃ༄ 1,000 Followers Event *ೃ༄

Hullo! We finally reached 1,000 followers and it feels unreal. When I started this blog, posting my first dribbles, I never expected it would have gained such traction. Yet, 3 years later we are here - I write for different fandoms now, I grew up so much since that afternoon in the middle of pandemic that made this blog come to life.

This, is, of course, all thanks to you - you who read my rambles, engage with my content, put requests forward and stick with me even during my long hiatuses. Ironically, for someone who likes to define herself as a writer, I can't seem to find the right words to thank all of you. I know I am not the most active blog, but you've stayed by my side for all these years - and even we don't talk a lot, I feel loved and appreciated. And I hope, dear readers, you feel loved just as much.

What better way to celebrate if not with a writing event?

Let's quickly look at the rules before we dive into the prompts!

❀ Pick 1 prompt & and 2 characters so that I can choose who to write for! This is to avoid getting stuck with no inspiration. (these can either be from the taking care of a lover’s injury list or the drunk prompts list - or both! you can mix and match, your choice.) ❀ Every prompt will only be used once, but characters can be reused as many times as you want! ❀Please read my rules before requesting anything. Click here for the masterlist for a previous event if you want to have a rough idea. ❀If you’re thinking about a character that I never mentioned before just feel free to ask whether or not I feel comfortable with writing about them.

Finally, here's the prompts:

⋆·˚ ༘ * drunk prompts ⋆·˚ ༘ * - all credits to the wonderful @@scealaiscoite! you can find the full list here.

“oh god, how much did you drink?!”

“y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.” -> with Zoro

“there’s water and painkillers on the cabinet. you know, for the hangover.”

“i don’t know if it’s just the vodka, but you look so cute in this lighting.”

“you’re the best. d’you know that?”

“okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.” -> with Ace.

“did i… did we kiss last night?" -> with Kidd.

“stay with me, please.”

“come on, let’s get you to bed.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *taking care of a lover’s injury ⋆·˚ ༘ * - all credits to the wonderful @@scealaiscoite! you can find the full list here.

“stop squirming.” -> with Ace.

“i hate how you put yourself in situations like these.”

“i can see it hurts, so show me.”

“it’s okay, just come here.”

“don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.”

“you’re clearly in pain! please, just me help you.”

“c’mere, let me see.”

“you need stitches and bedrest, not booze and more fights.” -> with Zoro

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ have fun with these!

Disclaimer - I am still working on previous requests; these will be published alongside the event works. Please be patient with me as creativity is much like a rollercoaster and it might be hard to get to write for something so specific. I can already anticipate that an Ace request will be published in the next few days.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece fanart #straw hat crew #straw hat pirates #one piece luffy #1000 followers event #I love every single one of you that is crazy like WHATTT pls #also I just know we're gonna have a lot of law requests coming up and I am: excited. #marta's 1000 followers event

[trashytoastboi]

ooh, I'm in the mood for some tasty angst, yes ma'am/sir/mx! can I request an angsty scenario (for the 1,000 follower event, of course!) with the prompt #3 and the overall theme of a love that was returned but not meant to be? Is it alright to continue this in another post too if needed be since my request is a bit specific and the word limit is there? Anyway, it has a male alpha reader and beta Aizawa in love with one another and sharing acknowledged feelings for one another (cont. in next ask)

Heyya! 🍞🍀 sure thing! Sorry its been such a long wait, hope you enjoy~

(Male Pronouns)

1000 Follower Event!

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Scenario: ABO AU! Male! Alpha! Reader x Beta! Aizawa - #3. Arranged marriage/bonding.

“I was bawling, In some things you just can't help from falling. And all of your wisdom only makes me feel like I...I don't deserve the freedom. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. The love that we stole.” - Love That We Stole by Bears Den

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Word count: 4,096 words

☕Aizawa Shota☕

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{Name} paused outside the restaurant. Taking a quick once over to make sure his hair and outfit were in tip top shape for his date. He stepped into the restaurant looking at the interior. The warmth from the heaters and the smell of delicious dishes that drifted from the kitchens were enticing. {Name} stopped to speak to the host, confirming the table that had been reserved under his name. Being led to the prepared table with a wonderful view, a little closer to the back and further from the other tables. It was the same table from the first date they had. Something closer to a fond memory that he hoped to share with his partner. {Name} settled at the table, looking around to count all the things that had changed since the last time they had been there together. {Name} arrived a little earlier than the initial meeting time, mostly to make sure everything could be as good as it could get. His face lightened up with a bright smile when he saw Aizawa stepping into the entrance of the restaurant. {Name} felt tempted to stand up and wave at his partner to catch his attention, however opted to smile, stand and pull the chair out for Aizawa. Aizawa greeted {Name}, an evident spark in his tired eyes at the sight of him. {Name} pushes the seat back to the table, and Aizawa couldn’t help himself from feeling bashful over his actions. {Name} thus far had been the only one who went so far for Aizawa and truly kept a very gentlemanly demeanor towards his partner. Aizawa felt spoiled and appreciative for this, never before had he been treated with such endearment and affection. No matter how long they had been in the relationship; the gentle affections and kindness that radiated from the overflowing love {Name} has for him always catches Aizawa off guard.

After a breath and stutter on the conversation, an adjustment to the atmosphere and a moment to fully settle in. The two finally find their pace and exchange some light greetings, albeit a bit awkward but the conversation flows naturally and without pause. Aizawa takes a look around the interior, seemingly counting all the things that differed from the last time. A very similar action to what {Name} had done as soon as he arrived. {Name} silently watched Aizawa with a content expression, following his eyes and trying to discern his thoughts. Even without realizing it, {Name} beamed with happiness just by being in Aizawa's company.

“Do you remember our first date?” Aizawa inquired, turning his attention back to {Name} and disrupting his little happy bubble. {Name} chuckled, “How could I forget?” he paused, took a sip of his drink and fondly reminisces through his thoughts. “I kept asking you to go out with me every single time I saw you. Although, you always refused until one day you finally said yes.” {Name} shook his head as if to think of the occasion and his actions of his youth as a little silly when he thought of his sheer persistence. “You act as if it was ages ago. Its only been three years.” Aizawa chirped. {Name} raised an eyebrow, “Only” he mused. Aizawa cleared his throat “If I’ll give you points for anything, it's for tenacity.”

“I admit, I was a bit adamant. Though can you blame me? Someone as amazing you just wandering into my life and suddenly I experienced something like love at first sight.” {Name} adverted his eyes and felt himself growing shy from his words especially when seeing Aizawa with that self satisfactory smile. “I was so happy I really thought my heart would burst then and there.”

The conversation halts while the two run through the memories of the time. Thinking back to what they were doing, what did they say? How did they feel? How did they survive those few too many awkward encounters.

“Still, I remember worrying about how I would dress that day. You know how surprised I was when you showed up in a suit and with a bouquet?” Aizawa gestured, exaggerating just how big the bouquet really was. “What can I say? I wanted to woo you the right way.” {Name} rubbed the back of his neck, paired with a slight nervous chuckle. “Your awkward charm definitely did the trick.”

Conversation followed a strange pattern of reminiscing, most likely due to the location. After sharing dinner and unintentional participation in the quiz night neither of them planned for. {Name} and Aizawa came out with the third place prize and got a round of drinks on the house. After paying and leading the way, {Name} walks ahead to open the door for Aizawa as he steps through and reciprocated by holding the door for {Name}. The two take a leisurely walk down the stretch of road that leads to the park. Their hands entwined and warm while the peaceful stroll helps the food from their meal settle.

Aizawa looked at the hand that held his own. His brow creased in thought. It is an unfortunate truth, seeing that their relationship did not have to be completely hidden…However, the possibility of being able to be completely open about it was not something the two could take lightly. And thanks to the countless years of society setting up the margin and standard of what rules could dictate society under the prevalent guise of ‘normality.’ Resulted in a standard and norm even towards relationships. Betas and betas; alphas and omegas. Simple as that, nothing more and nothing less was allowed outside of that box. Taking a step from normality made a person a deviant, or strange in general consensus. Take a step further and the topic in question was deemed as taboo and thus gave it the highest shame society could possibly attach to a matter.

Being one of those who broke the taboo were treated as outcasts who had broken the worst law possible. Of course, there was no such law in legal terms that bound people to this manner of thinking. It was simply conditioned into them. And following these rules, leads to the silent stress that burnt at the back of their minds. {Name} and Aizawa were nurturing that so called “forbidden" love. {Name} being an alpha, and thanks to his family he could even be considered one of the elite; and Aizawa, a beta. Social class aside as if to make the situation more dramatic than it already had been, the two were breaking the taboo of relationships between betas and alphas. Thankfully those close to Aizawa were open to change and progression, seeing him in love with an alpha wasn’t gossiped about. Nor made a topic of public disagreement, but rather everyone had only wished him the best.

{Name’s} situation, sadly was not so fortunate. His family strictly upheld these “laws", to reiterate on his family being one of the elite families of society means they had used their influence to play a big part in shaping this mindset. Protecting what they believed to be natural and normal. On the outside many might have not seen this as the case. {Name's} family, along with the other age old high alpha families abolished the idea of an individuals secondary gender dictating ones social class. This gave rise to equal opportunity for betas and omegas alike to rise in the ranks of society and participate in the upper sections. For all intents and purposes this became a great course of action, as to why they strictly banished the thought of other forms of progression was unknown. {Name} could only speculate and put it down to selfishness and convenience. After all, an elite family supposedly grows stronger with the next promising generation. And he grimaced at the thought that his life was dictated by the matter of acting like a breeding bull to ensure an heir to continue the family.

Such as the elite alpha families who proudly produced generation after generation of good alphas. Were joined by elite omega families who seemed to have the same phenomenon. Because of this, marriages were often arranged and agreed upon between these families for omegas and alphas. As well as the beta families who would have marriage between the majority of high and middle class beta families.

The date had ended after spending some time together in the park. Aizawa had mentioned having papers to grade and {Name} did not want to keep him out longer than necessary. Knowing Aizawa, had they spent a much longer time out together he might have had to stay up the whole night to finish his workload. He sent Aizawa off with a peaceful smile, he seemed to always be smiling around him. Even Aizawa had noticed it. It was rare to see {Name} without a smile whenever they were around each other. {Name} watched as Aizawa left, sticking his hand into his pocket and feeling the object he concealed so carefully. “Looks like I couldn’t ask him today either…”

{Name} arrived home, leaving his shoes at the door and smiling. Feeling rather elated from the date he just had, he was quickly made aware of an uncharacteristically cold feeling in the house. An underlying tension that seemed to swallow him up the moment he walked in.

{Name} got called to a family meeting. Usually families meetings did not occur unless there was big news or a matter that needed discussion, or in this case… intervention. {Name} visibly looked surprised to see many empty seats, for a family meeting it felt scarce. The only ones present were his parents, and himself. Cautiously trying to get a read of the room, he stepped in and took the free seat directly across from his parents. His father had an otherwise smile on his face. It was not evil, nor cold but felt very out of place to the mood of the room. His father slid something across the table for him, two folders with unknown contents and {Name} who felt reluctant to pick them up, looked at them with a questioning expression. He slowly reached his hand out to the and the first file held a photograph of a dainty and sweet looking lady. The next few pages were information like a printed dating profile, explaining her name and age. Her hobbies, talents and aspirations. Most importantly the information it had listed her secondary gender as “Omega.” {Name} smiled bitterly at the folder, and misunderstand the reason behind the smile his mother quickly chirped “There is a second folder my dear.”

He didn’t know if he was expecting anything else, the second folder held another photo. This time of a very beautiful man, the folder had a layout like the first. Name, age, hobbies, talents, aspirations and secondary gender listed as “Omega.”

{Name} felt perplexed. Perhaps that was the wrong way to explain it, he knew. He knew exactly what the situation entailed and still hoped that by playing the fool he would not have to face it.

“Those are your fiancé candidates. We promised a reply by the end of the week so you have more than enough time to decide which one you like better. Take your time and read carefully.” His mother explained in such a honeyed voice, there was not a single trace of malevolence in it. But her intentions still hurt.

“F-Fiance?” {Name} stammered, trying to calm down. “Your mother and I met them both. They’re quite lovely omegas. We think that their temperaments suit you quite well. No matter who you choose, we think you’ll get along.” {Name} tried to mull over their words, trying to figure out his next sentence. Maybe they didn’t know? Would they be understanding? Would the situation be different if he explained that he is in love with someone already? “I…can’t get married. I’m in a relationship.” he explained calmly wanting to shout but kept his head and tried to further the discussion. “That beta?” the offhand comment from his mother surprised {Name}, even more so with the present hint of disdain in her expression and voice. “We know. However you’ll be engaged by the end of the week, so break things off with him properly. If you still can’t decide on a fiance, we will do it for you.” {Name} could not believe it, so much for discussion. The cold and firm way his father delivered his words made him realize that discussion was not possible. “You’re the ones who decided this marriage without my consent! Why should I have to break off my relationship?!” {Name} raised his voice, evidently surprising his parents. “Dear, are we not here trying to get your consent for who you will marry?” {Name} felt as if he were speaking to a wall when his parents made a decision. The underlying message o their words and expression seemed to tell him to stop acting like a child. “If it gets out that you are dating a beta, you will be fine. But will he be fine in the fallout? Is he not a public figure? Reputation matters a lot to people like that.” His father spoke calmly, unfazed by the fact that {Name} raised his voice.

{Name} almost choked on his words “Are you really going to do this?” on the surface it may have seemed as if his father were giving him sound advice. The truth remained that embedded in those cold words of advice was an underlying threat. His parents show no need to get angry. They already know what the outcome will be. {Name} sighs, standing up and retrieves his shoes before slamming the door harshly as he leaves. His hands shake from rage with no way to express it. Was it truly only rage? No matter how much he wanted to deny it, fear seemed to be outweighing his anger. {Name} picked up the phone, with a moment of hesitance before he calls Aizawa. Even though they had seen each other earlier in the evening, the entire mood from then had shifted. Aizawa picked up the phone when he saw the name. The moment he heard {Name's} voice, the shaking and straining in the few words that he struggled to get out. {Name} was upset, more than he had ever heard before. Aizawa could tell {Name} was dancing around what he wanted to ask, and took the initiative to invite him over. {Name} truthfully was already heading to Aizawa, the trip dragged on while he stalled and tried to calm his heart as much as he could. There were too many thoughts he could not articulate, too many thoughts that created a mess in his head that he couldn’t organize. Is there any way in this mess he and Aizawa could find the happy outcome?

{Name} knocked onto he door softly, it opened quickly to reveal Aizawa who must have been waiting. Despite keeping a calm expression, {Name} could see it on his face, Aizawa looked worried. He cranks out a weak smile to try and ease Aizawa's worries. Aizawa invited {Name} in, closing the door behind him and quickly pulled {Name} into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

{Name} sighed again, he wished to bide his time and try to avoid answering for as long as possible. He knew that its not a topic that can be avoided. Aizawa guides {Name} over and they take a seat. {Name} carries a sad smile, honesty will be the best approach. Half truths will only lead to a more painful conclusion. “My parents…Arranged my engagement. I’ll have a fiancé by the end of the week regardless of my choice.” When the words left this mouth, {Name} almost felt the bitter irony of wanting to laugh at the matter as if it were a bad joke. Aizawa however, remained silent. His expression unchanged but felt the heavy feeling that stirred in his chest. “I told them to break it off because I’m already with someone…” Aizawa placed his hand over {Name's} hand to comfort him and also brace himself for what {Name} was about to say. “They already knew about you…” {Name} finished what he had been saying, the shaking of his hands seemed to already indicate to Aizawa that it was not a fond conversation. He could infer from {Name's} attitude that his family wasn’t happy about them being together.

“I tried to tell them that I wouldn’t marry anyone else. They brought us up and mentioned if our relationship came out…it could really affect your reputation and work. How could they stoop so low? I got so angry and just-"

Aizawa couldn’t confirm nor deny what his family claimed would be the end result of announcing their relationship. It was certain many would look down on it. {Name} looked frustrated, an uncharacteristic look to see on him. This truly is a tough position to be caught in. {Name} truly loves his family, and this is the first time that they had ever been so obstinate about any situation. Their firmness might have stemmed from the resolve to try give their son what was best, and turn him away from a difficult path. The truth of the matter remained, if {Name} stayed with Aizawa, then he would face countless judgements, insecurities and difficulties. There was no such thing as walking the flowery path. Aizawa considered the possibility, maybe they were the ones who were actually right in their desire to protect {Name} against difficulties in their own way. Aizawa could not offer any comforting words when his thoughts offered no comfort to himself. In spite of hoping to be with {Name}, having a typical happily ever after even if it were not as picturesque… he still thought it were a possibility. There was no easy way, no road that led them to the storybook happily ever after… and no path without strife.

In this situation, no matter what {Name} chose - he is going to lose something. Aizawa had settled into his life, although he could pick up his roots and leave anytime he felt would be good. Running away and eloping, certainly a dramatic solution to come to, but it presented possibility. However {Name} was different from him, {Name} truly loved his family and being able to say goodbye in such a manner. Even if it would not be forever, but {Name} could not bring himself to do that. And in doing so, he will lose Aizawa, is what Aizawa's thoughts had convinced him of.

Aizawa stared at the floor all the while lost in his head. {Name} seemed able to read the thoughts that his partner was running through. {Name} conjured a little smile, seeing how worry Aizawa is for his sake. Aizawa's internal questions were interrupted by feeling {Name's} hand placing something into his. The moment he laid eyes on the box, he knew exactly what lay inside. Aizawa realized that he truly underestimated just how much {Name} loves him. {Name} held Aizawa's hand, leading it to his mouth and kisses it softly. “I only ever wanted to marry the one I really love.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the frustration that had no escape, came out in the form of tears. Aizawa hated to see him in such a state, he seemed so conflicted and torn by everything. He knew that if he accepted the ring, {Name} would give up so much to be with him. Somehow, Aizawa could not bring himself to do that to {Name}. He chose not to open the box, seeing it would have shaken his heart and swayed him from the decision he had just made. Imagining {Name} smiling and pacing up and down the store, looking at every display case and carefully considering which ring he would give to Aizawa. Indeed, a lovely thought. One that now turned painful when this is the outcome. Aizawa gently, reluctantly placed the box back into {Name's} hand. “I’m…I’m sorry" he stated sadly unable to conjure any other words.

{Name} nodded his head, he knew his words would not change Aizawa's mind. The decision was made, {Name} felt drained. His sole reason for fighting against everything and everyone had ended. There was no longer a reason to fight. He could resign himself to whatever outcome quietly.

Aizawa comforted him, held him and yet not a single word was uttered between the two. {Name} placed his hand on Aizawa's face, and kissed him. This kiss had been different from every one they shared before, they both knew the reason for it. Instead of the lingering warmth that would usually bring a hint of shyness, turned cold quickly when its meaning was one of goodbye. {Name} smiled, an odd expression on his face that couldn’t be deciphered between exhaustion or sadness.

The moment {Name} left, Aizawa was the one to fall into frustration. Hitting the wall and cursing silently. Even with the surge of tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t as transparent and honest with the more complex feelings he would experience. Unlike {Name} he refused to let himself cry or find comfort, his eyes traveled to where they had been sitting together moments earlier. He noticed the box on the table…clearly intentional that it had been left there. After all, the ring was intended for Aizawa anyway. Whether he kept it, threw it away, kept it out of sight or wore it was all up to him.

{Name} returned home, depressed and with no energy to argue about anything. He simply nodded his head, and got dragged around by everyone else over the arranged marriage endeavor. For a person known for their bright personality, and ever present smile…many seemed to doubt if the accounts of {Name} were really true. Even his fiancé had been intimidated by his stern and cold expression. {Name} barely spoke beyond one or two words and never showed a hint of a smile, nor happiness towards anything.

Months, maybe even more accurately to say a little over a year had passed. Aizawa fiddled with the ring on his finger, sitting in the teachers room and originally planned to nap but the news reached him. The students and even some staff had been talking about some very popular wedding. Aizawa didn’t care much for tabloids and gossip, though this could be an exception. The glimpse he caught of the cover of the magazine he saw another teacher reading really caught his attention. The cover held a picture, and a headline announcing the marriage between some of the elite alpha and omegas families. The photo had {Name} and the omega in question. Poised, dignified and distant is the feeling he got from the image of {Name}. The stern expression he held, without a single ounce of happiness. Every photo that was presented in those glossy pages seemed to show the same {Name} who seemed annoyed to be there, if not stern or annoyed then his photos made him look tired and disinterested. Aizawa looked at the image as if he had been looking at a stranger, a stranger with very foreign expressions. The omega happily smiled at his side in every photo and everyone seemed genuinely happy for the couple.

Aizawa tossed the magazine down, and felt conflicted more than upset. Or perhaps they were on equal lengths to the mess of emotions that he felt in this moment and the unpleasant bitterness it left. Its been more than a year since the last time they saw each other, or even spoke to one another. Aizawa believed it would be easier to forget if he did not remain a lingering presence in {Name's} life, and so they decided to cut all ties. Something seemed to tell Aizawa that was not what {Name} wanted. But it was for the best, or so he thought. Finally knowing how {Name} is doing, and seeing a stranger in his place left Aizawa with the onslaught of questions. Did he really make the right choice? {Name} looked miserable, and Aizawa felt miserable. Was his decision really the only one that he could have made in that moment? Could there have been a different outcome, one where everyone would have been happy? Did they not fight hard enough to find the alternative route? – No, that was a mistake. {Name} had fought…and continued fighting even then. “If I didn’t act like a coward would things have been different?”

“Did I really take the easy way out?” A question he asked himself over and over again. A question that would remain unanswered.

"You'll be loved, you'll be loved. Like you never have known and the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs. Like I never occurred. Some day, you will be loved. - Someday You Will Be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie

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[drabblesandimagines]

You said it yourself for the request trope: "forbidden love of best man and bride" 😉 Of course, with who else other than LEON S. KENNEDY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Forever Hold Your Peace

Female reader x Chris Redfield, x Leon Kennedy, angst Leon feels like he can’t breathe. There’s a phantom pressure around his throat, like any breath he takes in is barely skimming the top of his lungs.

It’s not the tie – he’s checked, loosening it several times before doing it back up again. He hardly wears a tie, it had never been his style, really. That, and too obvious to be used as a weapon against him in hand-to-hand combat.

Not that he’s expecting to get into a brawl today.

A heavy hand slaps down on his back, jolting him out of his train of thought. “You look more anxious than me.”

“Nah,” he turns and steps back, creating a bit of distance between him and Chris.  “You’re just projecting.”

“Maybe.” Chris approaches the mirror in two long strides and sighs. “You know what? I’d kill for a cigarette.” “Want me to go grab a packet?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, straightening his tie in the mirror. “I quit. Promised I’d be shot of it by the honeymoon. You could do me another favour, though.”

Leon lifts his arms wide, gesturing to his appearance. “Being your best man not count as enough favours for a lifetime?”

“Technically this falls into the responsibilities of a best man.” Chris squats down and Leon braces himself to hear the fabric rip - they’d spent an afternoon being fitted at a tailor, Redfield’s thighs and forearms were never gonna be accommodated off the rack – but it holds true. He stands upright, a silver giftbag held out in offering. “Could you take this to my bride-to-be?”

“Oh.” There’s the phantom squeeze again. “Don’t you… want to?”

“I can’t. It’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony,” Chris shrugs, holding the gift bag out again in expectation, but Leon still doesn’t try to take it.  

“And you believe in that?” He scoffs as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“No… but I’m not jinxing anything today. It won’t take long – the bridal suite’s the floor above. Please?”

Leon sighs and accepts the gift bag at last.

--

You take a tentative sip of champagne to calm your nerves. It was the first moment all morning you’d been on your own – the room being a hub of activity since your alarm had gone off. The wedding planner had hit a snag with something or other and Claire had hurriedly offered to go and sort it in your steed.

This is it - in over an hour’s time you’d be Mrs Redfield. You hadn’t thought the day would ever come, but now, as you sat in your wedding dress that made you feel like a princess, sat at the dressing table in the bridal suite, you allow yourself to get a little bit excited. It had been a long engagement and you’d been fine with that, truly. What did a piece of paper saying you were husband and wife matter anyway? But Chris had returned from Romania, stoic and silent for a few days before mumbling in bed late one night that he wanted to start looking at venues. Soon after, a date was booked, a wedding planner hired, invitation cards sent out, food and wine tasting, a visit to a bakery when you’d smeared frosting on each other’s faces as you taste-tested what would be your wedding cake and, finally, bought your wedding dress – none of it had felt real. There was bound to be something that came up, a mission that would take him to foreign soil and mean the wedding had to be delayed.

There’s a hesitant knock at the door and you swivel on the stool, curious who it could be.

“Come in!”

The door opens, slowly, and a suited Leon S Kennedy walks in.

“Leon.” You hitch your skirt up to get to your feet, inexplicably feeling silly in the dress that had made you feel like a princess moments before. “Hi.”

“Wow. You look…” He trails off, breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

“Terrible?” You tease, wanting to break the awkward silence.

“No.” He replies quickly, leaning back up against the door to close it. “You look beautiful.”

“Oh,” your cheeks prickle with heat at his compliment. “Thank you. You look great too.”

“Yeah, reckon I scrubbed up all right.” Leon chuckles with a shrug, before remembering the gift bag in his hand. “Er, here.” He straightens up and walks forward to meet you halfway across the room, holding it out.

“You shouldn’t have.” You accept it, your fingers brushing over his and goosebumps running up your arm at the contact. “Thank you.”  

“I didn’t.” He answers, abruptly, pulling his hand back and slipping it in his pocket. “I mean, I… There’s a card downstairs in the box. This is from Chris – he asked me to drop it off.”

“He did?” You can’t help the giddy smile that crosses your lips and Leon casts his eyes down to the ground – it’s not for him. You place the gift bag down on the table and pull out a small jewelry box from within, a notecard on top.

We made it, sweetheart. All my love, Chris x

You open the box carefully – scared of scratching off your nail polish – and find a simple silver heart-shaped pendent on a silver chain.

“What is it?”

“A necklace,” you hold it aloft in demonstration. “I didn’t get him anything, I didn’t even think to. Isn’t that awful?”

“You turning up at the altar will be gift enough for him, I’m sure.” Leon jokes, but he knows it lands flat from your polite laugh as you place the necklace carefully back in the box. “Aren’t you going to put it on?”

“Oh, erm, I don’t think I can, what with the veil and the hair, I’m scared I’ll detach something. Claire will be back soon anyway.”

Leon steps forward. “I can help?”

“Honestly, I’m sure she won’t be long.”

“I want to. Call it part of the delivery service.” His hand hovers over the jewelry box, awaiting permission.

“Okay.”

He picks it up, delicately, and steps right in front of you, before fiddling with the clasp of the chain. He’s careful as he holds both ends of the chain and reaches around your neck, impressed by how steady his hands are when his heart is pounding in his chest.

He withdraws one hand and hooks a finger under the chain, nestling it so the pendant sits just right in your decolletage.

This is the closest he’s been to you in years, your signature scent overwhelming his senses - of course you’d want to wear it on your wedding day – and somehow his hand is now on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

He shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t.

But he does, pressing his lips softly against yours.

For a moment, you reciprocate. Your hand automatically lifts to tangle in his locks before you regain your senses. “No.” You pull back, mad at yourself, mad at Leon. “No – this isn’t fair. You had your chance, you had multiple chances. You said you didn’t want a relationship.”

“I couldn’t give you this.” He gestures to your dress. “Not with my lifestyle.”

“I didn’t care about any of that!” Your voice breaks, tears burn at your eyes.

He scoffs, now defensive. “And look where we are – at your wedding.”

“No. Just because Chris did what you were never willing to do-”

“What, paint a target on your back?”

“Open up. Compromise. Literally anything.” And the dam breaks, tears trickling down your cheeks. It hadn’t even been a relationship, not in any proper sense of the word. Late night fumbles, broken promises, a note left on your pillow that he couldn’t give you what you wanted, despite never having the discussion.

“I couldn’t.”

“You didn’t even want to try!”

The door opens and Claire strides in, dressed in a vibrant red gown, tucking her cell in her black purse as you hurriedly try to wipe your face.

“Crisis averted and nearly time to head downsta… Leon - what are you doing in here?”

“Chris asked me to drop off a gift.” His tone is blunt.

“Y-yeah,” you sniff, hooking a finger around the chain to lift up the pendant. “It’s perfect, right?”

“Oh, he got it!” Claire squeals, taking a step forward to get a closer look. “He was so worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“No, I love it.” A rogue tear rolls down your cheek.

“Oh, sweetie, your make-up.” Claire fusses, heading towards the box of tissues on the dressing table. “Sit down.”

“Sorry.” You mumble, sitting down heavily on the stool. “I haven’t ruined it, have I?”

“Not at all.” She smiles, beginning to dab at the tear trails on your face. “Leon, shouldn’t you be heading back to Chris?”

“On my way.” He mocks a salute, before dipping both his hands back in his trouser pockets.

“Leon,” you call and he swings back round embarrassingly fast on his heels at your voice. “Can you thank Chris for me? Tell him I love it. And him.”

He nods and leaves.

--

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony,” the minister begins as you stand opposite Chris at the end of the aisle, your eyes flickering from the loving gaze of your groom to meet the best man’s icy blue eyes for a moment, your heart skipping a beat, “speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Leon clenches his fists.

-- Thank you for all your wonderful support, @porcelainseashore ❤️❤️

Masterlist . 1,000 followers event Comments and reblogs make my whole day!

#ghostdogwrites #leon kennedy x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy angst #ghostdogwrites 1000 followers trope event

[byakuyacoochie]

Old Photo's - Stardust Crusaders x Reader

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[hiddencircus]

TSUKASA LAYOUTS! ꩜•̥ ･| for @sekaitransparents event

day 4: maximalist or minimalist likes & reblogs are appreciated! | reblog if use

#★━ my stuff! ★ #EYESTRAIN #SORRY #anyways i LOVE bright colors and obnoxious looking edits theyre so fun mwahaha #im so sad i didnt have time to do the other days of the event BUT i actually had free time for once today so AHA #anyways no queue hashtag yolo #project sekai #prosekai #prsk #prsk icons #prosekai icons #project sekai icons #prsk layouts #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma icons #tsukasa tenma layouts #tw eyestrain #cw eyestrain #cw bright colors #bright colors #cw flashing #flashing #is that good. #sekai 1000 follower special #layouts

[couldtheycatchkira]

2000 Follower Celebration!

Scenario: Ever since I made him my partner, I've taught him how to use a blender, how to use a typewriter, and how to do laundry. Now, he's a detective for his first ever case!

((This image was created with yeezers's “Spinda Designer (1.0)“))

#Death Note #Pokémon #Dizzy the Spinda #((Yes the 2000 follower event is my own OC. But considering 1000 followers was just me...))

[prosekaiuwu]

@sekaitransparents 1000 Followers Special

Day 6: old or new

Kanade and exercise

#project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #prosekai #prsk #free to use #prsekai #prosekaiuwu #sekai 1000 follower special #yoisaki kanade #kanade yoisaki #iirc the top two are from the 4koman for carnation recollection (kanadetomosusora event) #and the bottom is from a 1koma that was added for the 3rd anniversary (:

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, it's two part anon. Congrats on the 1000 followers ^^ (sorry I'm late).

I read failed 5 and I love it so much (my kokoro is squeezing lol) can I request to finish failed 5 with just moments of them being cute dorks? Like how Sabo is also crushing on Y/N and has been buying like 3 cups of coffee daily just to see Y/N. Y/N on the other hand, is way too shy and can't say a full sentence with Sabo's presence. Maybe after finding out about they are neighbors both of them attempt to try to ask the other out, but they are clumsy dorks in love. Like Sabo trying to practice his pick up line but the wall's soundproof ability sucks so Y/N hears it all.

I'm aiming for fluffy cute stuffs that will give me cavities.

Congrats again. Have a great day!

Two part anon! I'm so glad you're taking part in my event! I'll admit, with how long this was when I started, I was worried it might be in two parts too 😆. If I'd kept writing, it probably would have but I was trying to keep it to one.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 1560

   How long had you chatted with your neighbor like this? Weeks? Months? A year? Never once seeing each other’s faces, a wall separating your balconies, but talking to a faceless voice. It was nice to have someone to talk to after you came home from work, almost like having a roommate but without the hassle of an actual roommate.

    “So did you see him again?” the voice asked with a chuckle.

    “Do you think I’d be talking so calmly if I hadn’t?” you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips.

    “I guess that’s true, you’d probably be worrying about how he wasn’t there, is he okay?” your neighbor said in a bad imitation of you.

    “Shut up! You’re just as bad, what was it you were whimpering about the other week? She wasn’t there! Where was she?” you mimicked back. On the other side of the divider wall, Sabo blushed, remembering how he’d been worried about his crush’s health.

    “I was worried she was sick!” Sabo shot back at his mystery neighbor. He never saw them, only knew what they sounded like. He’d tried waiting outside his apartment a couple of times but that never seemed to work.

    “Sure, sure. So, are you gonna finally tell me her name?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

    “Not a chance, what if you know her? You could tell her your ‘weird neighbor’ has a crush on her and keeps stealing glances at her.” the voice called back.

    “What about your name then? We are neighbors after all, it wouldn’t kill us to know each other’s names.” you said with a small laugh. You sort of understood his fear with his crush and in the beginning, you understood his worries about telling you his name, but you’d been talking like this for some time now.

    “I…” Sabo’s brow furrowed, why was he so worried about telling you who he was? Did he prefer the anonymity of not knowing who he was talking to? Was it paranoia about someone knowing some faceless person would know who he was? Was he worried about ruining the strange friendship you already had?

    “That’s okay, you don’t have to, I won’t-”

    “Sabo… i-it’s Sabo.” he interjected, his face suddenly bright red. Why had he just blurted that out?

    “Sabo? Like… blond hair, tall, always wearing gloves and visiting the coffee shop on 2cd, Sabo?” you asked nervously. It couldn’t be. Your crush was living next to you and you didn’t even realize?

    “Uh, yeah. Do… Do we know each other?” Sabo asked, unsure of how you knew him. You were silent for a minute, trying to figure out what to say. He still didn’t know who you were, you could still talk to him anonymously without stumbling nervously over your words or fear of making a complete fool of yourself, right?

    “Hey, you still there?” Sabo asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

    “Uh, y-yeah, sorry. I was just… I suppose we sort of know each other. You… you come into the coffee shop I work at everyday.” you muttered. It was almost too quiet for Sabo to hear and for a moment he thought he heard wrong.

    “You… you work at the coffee shop on 2cd?” Sabo asked, eyes widening, half wanting to run inside his apartment and hide, half wanting to attempt to jump over to your balcony to see your face, to confirm something in his mind.

    “Is… that okay?” you asked nervously, biting your lip.

    “Y-yeah, that’s awesome. Looks like we knew each other without knowing it, but you still haven’t told me your name. Since I know you work at the coffee shop, I already know who you are in a sense, so there’s no harm, right?” Sabo asked, attempting to be casual but practically bursting with anticipation.

    “Y-Y/n.” you stuttered out, trying to stay calm as you gripped the balcony railing. The two of you had been going on about your lives, your crushes, everything for quite some time now, you knew so much about each other, would he figure out you had a crush on him? Things went silent on both sides, the guy you had a crush on and the girl Sabo had a crush on had been talking to each other for weeks and weeks without realizing they were telling each other everything about their lives.

     Neither of you really noticed the silence, too wrapped up in your own thoughts, your heads spinning until a ring broke you both out of your own thoughts.

    “Uh, sorry, that’s one of my brothers, I gotta go, see you tomorrow?” Sabo asked.

    “Yeah, tomorrow at the coffee shop I guess.” you said, hoping your chuckle didn’t sound as nervous and forced as it felt. With that, the both of you walked into your apartments, both internally freaking out.

     Sabo had been fighting with himself lately. You knew who he was. You knew who he was! Should he stop by more often? Less? You knew he was your neighbor now, he could stop by more often without seeming weird now, right? Just a friendly stop, say hi. No big deal, right? You probably wouldn’t think anything of it, just your friend swinging by! Except if he was stopping by, he’d need a reason for entering the coffee shop to see you. Maybe he should get more coffee? He did stay up pretty late at night, maybe grab one then? To hell with it! He’d swing by! Fuck the excuses, all he needed to say was that he needed more coffee!

     He’d been stopping by more often, why, he wouldn’t say, but your coworkers suspected a big test that he was cramming for. You, on the other hand, had become rather shy around him, barely able to say anything other than your usual welcome and such necessary for work. How could you? He knew who you were now! What if he figured out your feelings for him? Talking to him as your neighbor was easy, talking to him as the girl who worked in the coffee shop wasn’t too hard either. He didn’t know you had feelings for him. But now… what if he figured it out? You’d been telling him about your crush on… him, for a while now!

     Your late night conversations had changed as well. You stuttered and couldn’t finish a sentence anymore. Your once comfortable talks about your crushes, your days, your… everything, now had you a stuttering mess. Likewise, Sabo couldn’t shut up. Between the amount of caffeine and how nervous he was, he’d pace his balcony just blabbering on. The one thing that brought you back down was the other’s crush. He liked someone else. He liked a girl and she was probably one of your coworkers. At the same time, you liked another guy, some guy who stopped by frequently, he’d probably passed the guy before. 

     Biting your lip, you paced the balcony. Neither you, nor Sabo had been meeting up lately, he was probably busy with ‘his girl’. You hated it! Even with tears pricking in your eyes, you opened your mouth.

     “Sabo, you’re the most handsome. No! That’s so… ugh! Sabo I was hoping we could get some coffee? No, no, no, I work in a coffee shop! Hey Sabo, I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date? Wait, don’t guys usually ask girls? Would Sabo be okay if I asked him instead?” you took a deep breath, “Sabo I’d really-” “Y/N WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!” you screeched as you spun around, finding the blond hanging onto your railing on the opposite side. If he let go, he’d fall to the parking lot below.

     “Sabo what are you doing! Get over here before you fall!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and tugging him onto the balcony. The blond shook his head.

     “NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!” he shouted once more, eyes frantic. He’d heard you practicing, you were practicing to ask him out, right? His chest was heaving from jumping over to your balcony railing, his heart pounding from hearing you practice. Your heart pounded as you realized what he’d just asked. You hadn’t registered what he’d said at first, too surprised by him suddenly showing up to realize what he’d said. You swallowed hard, blushing and looking away.

     “You… you heard me?” you asked nervously, Sabo nodding his head rapidly. 

     “I really like you too! I have for so long! I’ve wanted to ask you out but wasn’t sure how! Please, please go on a date with me!” Sabo pleaded, eyes still wide. You could only blush and nod before pulling on his arm again.

     “A-alright, but you have to get over here first! I don’t want you falling before our first date!” you said, making the boy smile as he climbed over.

     “Don’t worry, there’s no way I’d die before I get to take you out.” he said, picking you up and spinning you around once he was on your balcony. You both smiled and laughed as he put you down, pulling you into a sudden kiss, one that had you melting in his arms. It seemed like the crushes you’d both been telling each other about for so long was each other.

#one piece #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo the revolutionary #sabo x reader #revolutionary sabo #revolutionary sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary x reader #flame emperor sabo #flame emperor sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo #1000 followers event

[yanderehsr]

Time for the second reward for 1k followers, it's an event

OC X Character Event

Here are the rules

1. Do not send in the OC as an anonymous, the reason why will be explained in number two

2. Each person may only get one OC written about, you can send in multiple but I will only write for one per person

3. You will have to explain some things about your OC, such as looks, Personality and a bit of backstory, even if you have a link please write this in your request.

4. The OC will NOT be the yandere

5. You can pick if you wanna choose the yanderes or if I will choose them for you, either one works for me

6. How long will this go on? Until the 1 december you will be able to send in requests, any OC requests afterwards will be deleted, if you have written a request before the deadline but I still haven't written about them until after the deadline, I will still post that one.

7. Have fun ^^

Masterlist:

OC: Lukyan Yandere: Childe

OC: Eclipsa Yandere: Furina, Raiden Ei, Nahida and Venti

OC: Aleron Yandere: Venti and Guinaifen

OC: Cyrus Yandere: Welt

OC: Noriku Yandere: Hu Tao and Barbara

OC: Elyna Yandere: Neuvillette

OC: Rosemary Yandere: Blade and Yoimiya

OC: Buraku Yandere: Scaramouche

OC: Shari Yandere: Kaveh

OC: Tobi Yandere: Lumine

OC: Hikaru Yandere: Zhongli

OC: Atalai Yandere: Diluc and Ningguang

OC: Puji Yandere: Topaz and Herta

OC: Marcel Yandere: Jing Yuan, Blade and Huohuo

OC: Isabella Yandere: Xiao

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere danganronpa #yandere fire emblem: three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere male #yandere female #oc #1000 followers #event #oc x canon #oc x character event

[mvrtaiswriting]

friendly reminder that there are many slots still open for the 1,000 followers events, so make sure you send your requests through!

#marta talks #1000 followers event #one piece headcanons

[trashytoastboi]

Heya! May I please request an angsty comfort scenario for the 1000 follower event? For prompt 19, where the alpha reader has lost a past mate who had been their childhood best friend and it's the date of their past mate's death, so their mate, Aizawa who is a beta tries to comfort them? I think grief comfort would be really nice, it's rare that the alpha is ever comforted! thank you very much, have a nice day!

Heyya! Of course! So sorry this has taken ages for me to get around to writing 😿🍀 hope you enjoy ~

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(Gender Neutral)

1000 Followers Event!

"Cause I want to stay, but now it's time. So please don't cry, my love. 'Cause you know that it's hard when you look that way. Know it's hard when you talk that way, so...Please don't say goodbye” Please Don't Cry – Cigarettes After Sex

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Scenario: ABO AU! Beta! Aizawa x Alpha! Reader - Comfort and Loss

Note: {M/Name} = Mate name

Word count: 3,081 words

☕ Aizawa Shota☕

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Aizawa stopped by the store, checking his phone for the time and to see if there had been any other contact from {Name}. There were no messages, nor phone calls. If anything they had been quiet the entire day and it was making him slightly worried when considering what today marked for them. He had decided just to make a stop on the way and pick up some food, thinking that {Name} probably neglected their need to eat. “I hope they are doing okay.” Aizawa mumbled to himself, accentuating his stress with some pacing while waiting for his order number to be called.

{Name} sat on the floor, just feeling listless compared to their usual selves. The room left dark and filled with the smell of alcohol. {Name} was not a big drinker, sometimes socially and even then it was only a few. But to sit and drink alone was not a common occurrence for them. This particular day was an exception. {Name} needed anything that could help to just kill those lingering feelings, no matter how many years passed. This day never really hurt any less than the first time, {Name} wished countless times that they could just stop feeling the pain, or at least just feel well enough to deal with the residual emotions in a better way than they do. The floor was scattered with old photos at their feet, all part of the usual routine on this day. {Name} would wake up early, get donned in black attire. Make their way to the graveyard, clean the grave and leave fresh flowers while clearing away the ones from their last visit. Sometimes they would have a one sided conversation; one of which where {Name} would wish them well wherever they may be, saying that they are missed and loved as well as random tidbits {Name} shared about their life.

One of the things that {Name} considered a little difficult to tell {M/Name}, was about their new mate, Aizawa. They followed up by describing just how great he is, although {Name} still felt awkward in the endeavor of doing so. Whenever they feel the tinge of sadness that comes with the thought of moving on, they often recalled one of the last conversations they had with {M/Name}; one in which {M/Name} had told them they are not supposed to stay alone forever and should rather find a new love. Thinking back on everything now, {M/Name} already knew and refused to bond with {Name}. Bonding was something even more ironclad than marriage, it was a lifelong bond and {M/Name} already knew their life would not be so long and wanted to leave the chance for {Name} to be able to move on. Thinking about the foresight that {M/Name} had must have been very tragic. Even when faced with the prospect of not being able to stay with {Name} forever.

At this point was {Name} wallowed in their feelings. Opting to try drink more and emptied the current bottle in hand. They set it down beside them, wiping away the tears that continuously fell without an end in sight. Even with years past, {Name} still grieved just as painfully as the first time. It seemed the day just made them recall the memories of a lifetime, flooding in with thoughts as far back as they could recall of their old mate. For a long time, {M/Name} had always been there. In some way they had a huge impact and influence in {Name's} life, so their absence left a very big hole when they were no longer there. {Name} smiled faintly at the very old memories. Their relationship started as childhood friends, one who could have been considered annoying to a young {Name} at the time. {M/Name's} presence had always been there, going through the many passages and trials of childhood. Things at the time that seemed like bumps in the road from a child’s perspective. Staving off childish remarks, who would fend off the bullies of the playground and who would share snacks with whom. Silly little things when {Name} could think back on it. The promises of sharing all these adventures, experiencing new things together all seemed to be the most natural thing. Of course all these fond childhood memories were not without their difficulty. Having a weak constitution often left (M/Name} bed ridden more days often than not. {Name} lost count over how many days they would visit their sick friend, read stories and spent time just holding {M/Name's} hand.

Staying together throughout their school years, didn’t take too long into their high school careers before {Name} gave an awkward confession that finally evolved the relationship from childhood friends into high school sweethearts. {M/Name} could only laugh and offer the answer “What took you so long?”

It was a happy period, high school had its silly and immature little drama's, along with those ‘joys of youth' moments. The pattern of healthy days and days of relapse were less consistent, but {Name} never failed to be the one to help {M/Name} study or catch up on the missed classes. As well as giving them all the little news and tidbits from around school. The habit {Name} kept from childhood was the habit of holding {M/Name's} hand at their bedside while they were sick or under the weather. Some family and friends expected that the dedication and faithfulness to be a temporary thing with the whole idealism of “young love.” And that thought led many to believe the young relationship would fizzle down the line. Through the rest of high school, even throughout college, the two seemed just as in love as the first time. Soon the news of graduation was to be shared with another reason for celebration. Seeing that the couple had decided to get married. {M/Name} did explain concerns regarding things like their not so fantastic health that may lead to a shorter life. It was overridden by hope and happiness, soon after {Name} was married happily.

{Name} turned another page of the photo album, their hand shaking and pausing before the page turned again. The photos of all the memories they shared from children, to the awkward teen years to when they finally grew into themselves. The page that follows a happy wedding was a painful chapter when only small moments of reprieve and happiness could be found. As to why {Name} did this to themselves on every anniversary they never knew. Sometimes it was just sadness over the loss, and the emptiness that followed. The anger they had towards the tragedy that they couldn’t blame on anyone or anything. Sometimes {Name} felt guilt over finding a new mate when they had promised that {M/Name} would be the only one they loved. {Name} took a deep breath and turned the page. It wasn’t the most pleasant memory, but {M/Name} still insisted on taking photos with {Name}, something to look back on while they sat in the hospital day in and day out.

{M/Name} fell sick not too long after their marriage. Them getting a little sick wasn’t anything new. {Name} knew how to care for them at this point and did so with no complaint. They remained hopeful, fate was not so kind… since {M/Name} never showed any signs of getting better. Only worse, slowly and steadily deteriorating. The departure from home had arrived and {M/Name} had to find residence in a hospital instead. Religiously, {Name} would visit them everyday, tenderly holding that weak hand tightly and wishing away all the sorrows and sickness. The two of them were always so overly considerate to one another, sometimes it would be awkward seeing how they would try their best to disguise their pains and worries. Opting to show the other a happy, carefree face and smile to one another.

{M/Name’s} condition only saw a decline, at this point most days were spent sleeping. {Name} never uttered a word nor whisper of complaint and held their hand, listening to the steady rhythm of weakened breathing. For a little while {M/Name} seemed to be getting better, overnight and miraculously. It was such a beautiful illusion, {Name} held so much hope and promise with the sudden improvements. {M/Name} thought differently, they smiled and went along with {Name's} joy, casting their own solemn expression when no one was paying attention. The doctor was the one to deliver the bad news to {Name}, the matter of the fact came down to {M/Name} was not getting better. The “improvement” simply proved to be an indicator that it may be time to say goodbye. The doctors words were grave and proved true not long after, much to {Name's} dismay. Progression of the disease hit harder and faster than before.

{Name} read a book to {M/Name}, a calming voice but a tired smile seemed to show their exhaustion more than they wanted. Mindlessly they read the words that appeared on the page, sometimes making mistakes. “Promise me you won’t stay alone" {M/Name’s} voice spoke, quietly and was enough to cease {Name} from their reading. The conversation had come out of nowhere and {Name} felt too rattled to speak with what they had said. “I-…I don’t want anyone else but you.” {Name} gently protested against their words. “You must love and be loved, I don’t want you to hold onto me forever. I might not be here but that’s no reason for you to keep holding on.”

Logically…logically, {Name} knew what they said made sense. It was their wish, however, trying to sway the heart in a matter of logic is simply a hopeless feat. {Name} truly believed their heart only had room for {M/Name}, they were the first and only person they ever loved. Everyday, every night {Name} held onto their hand, helplessly begging and praying to help share the burden, to be the one in their place instead. Things, even those that are tragic are considered a cruel fate but something that was meant to be. Just because something was meant to be, did not mean those left behind could accept it. Even the last words uttered before their passing were words of love left for {Name}. The feeling shattered in them, crying miserably for days and sobbed at the funeral beyond being consoled. Everything became bleak and {Name} felt as if they lost their purpose and driving force, the empty space that their mate had left behind was far too great for anything or anyone else to fill.

Slowly, they could get back to normality. They could look fondly on their happy memories. They could speak about them without crying. Grief was reserved for this day, {Name} would happily celebrate {M/Name's} life everyday, they loved the good memories. Today was the day when all the bad memories would come creeping through and engulfed everything. Today was the day where {Name} could blame themselves, or get angry at any god just trying to find some reason as to why they had to go through the loss of the person they loved so much.

{Name} cried, and tried to stand up which was unsuccessful; and they slumped back to the floor. The house was a mess, they were a mess and {Name} wanted to gather themselves before Aizawa arrived home.

Aizawa walked into the dark house and could smell the faint lingering scent of booze, the sounds of softened sobs and sniffles that originated from {Name}.

Aizawa spotted them sitting on the floor, eyes swollen from all the crying that they obviously forced themselves to stop at the sound of him arriving. It was not a common sight, but one Aizawa grew used to on this date. He knew what today meant for them, and the memories and stories behind it. Setting the food down, Aizawa approached and knelt besides {Name}, gently grasping their hand. The faint warmth that engulfed their hand felt pleasant and reassuring. Such a natural affection they had finally grown accustomed to. Thinking back on it now, it was such a strange thing. {Name} didn’t feel too much hesitance to share their bed, their body or even their kisses although the idea of holding hands felt somehow sacred for them. It definitely seemed stranger seeing that most of the first affections and steps towards intimacy would start with a small affection like holding hands.

{Name} glanced at Aizawa, offering a sad smile “Hey love, sorry about the mess. I’ll clean up in a bit" they spoke with strain in their voice. Aizawa guided them into an embrace, his hands awkwardly and carefully patting their back in a tender manner “It’s alright {Name}”

He tried his best to offer any comfort he could, {Name's} expression always looked so painful when they were sad. It made his heart ache. “It’s really alright” Aizawa spoke with a tentative tone, taking the empty bottle from {Name's} hand. He stood up to grab the food from the counter before settling down on the floor next to them. {Name} noticed that the food Aizawa bought were all of their favorites, a welcome gesture considering they had not eaten the entire day. Aizawa handed them some food, just knowing that they hadn’t eaten and hoped they could eat together even in silence. He knew that grief could greatly change a person, and left lifelong scars on the heart. Aizawa can remember how he felt when he lost one of his closest friends, a relationship is always felt when lost. If people did not regard friends as deeply as mates, the pain of losing one must have felt awful. “A loss of any sort was still worthy of grief.” At least that was something Aizawa had been told.

“I’m sorry" {Name} apologized, they hated being seen in this state and yet, even in this state, {Name} still felt considerate and concern over Aizawa. Without fail they apologized time and time again, feeling an indescribable guilt for mourning. They believed it may have been awkward or even hurtful towards him to be seen grieving so much over a past mate. Aizawa never felt anger, nor sadness towards this. Loss is a natural course of life and everyone has lost someone. {Name} had always loved with their whole heart. That in itself is quite a beautiful thing, Aizawa knew that {Name} is always sincere towards him. Loving, kind and caring, they truly had a gentle and affectionate nature that made one feel truly loved. {Name} never held their feelings back and could be transparent, if anything could be said, it would be that {Name} had always been a little guarded. However, this was to be expected, seeing that every wounded heart will try its best to guard itself. If there is anything Aizawa regrets, or felt distressed over it is the fact that he feels he can not be of more help to his mate. Though still tried his hardest to ease and comfort them.

Aizawa helped {Name} to their feet, and led them to their shared bedroom in the hopes that they could rest comfortably. {Name} notably showed a more bashful side, thinking back to when they were sobbing like a child in front of Aizawa. They had enough to drink to be honest but not enough to lose their minds. Almost regretfully when they were plagued by embarrassing memories. Aizawa took a step away to let {Name} unwind and settle into bed while he went to clean up the kitchen. Throwing away the empty bottles and cans that were evidently scattered about, carefully collecting the photos and putting them safely within the album they had been pulled from. Aizawa made something warm to drink, and brought it to {Name}, who showed a polite smile and thanked him. Once again, in spite of the situation. {Name} still worried about Aizawa’s wellbeing over their own. He noticed this and just flicked {Name} on the forehead “You don’t need to do that” Aizawa almost appeared to be scolding {Name} and it wasn’t too far off from it. He only did this because he is worried about them, and watching them disregard their own wellbeing for someone else often made Aizawa feel a little sad to see them so restrained towards their own feelings. “I know…” {Name's} word faded out into a soft whisper. Aizawa signaled for {Name} to move up, after setting down the warm drink, Aizawa settled on the bed next to them. {Name} naturally leaned and nuzzled into him. “Thank you for being here with me. I know its not easy.”

Being an alpha by many people’s standards often put people into a position where they felt they had to be the sole structure to keep everyone afloat. Including themselves. Alphas were not seen as weak nor vulnerable and were forced into roles that demanded that, without reprieve for themselves.

Aizawa pressed a kiss to {Name's} lips. “It’s not easy to lose someone. Not for you, not for anyone. I really don’t see a reason for you to apologize or thank me.” Aizawa spoke matter of factly, with a fond hint of warmth to his words. They left {Name} thinking, “Isn’t obvious that I would be here for you. Not out of obligation but because I want to be.”

{Name} smiled “I know…still. I need to tell you that I’m thankful” {Name} replied, finally hearing some uplift in their voice. {Name} remained in Aizawa's arms. The unsettled and discontented feeling from earlier finally seemed to calm alongside the tiredness that set in. They felt soothed, warm and comfortable, from the feeling of having someone beside them, the warmth of his kindness and intentions. Paired with the now lukewarm drink Aizawa made for them earlier. {Name} closed their eyes, the calming motion when Aizawa ran his fingers through their hair and lulled {Name} into a light sleep. {Name} felt hesitant at first to be this vulnerable and show such a side to their mate. But it was thanks to Aizawa, that {Name} could have this one day to fall apart and let out all the bad feelings they kept bottled up. They could rely on him to pick them up on these days.

Tomorrow {Name} would probably apologize for the drinking, the sobbing and for being unable to plaster on that faux smile so perfectly as they could in any other given situation. Aizawa would tell them its alright and {Name} loves him so much they are inclined to believe that if he says things are alright, things will really be alright.

“When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face and know I've made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still...painting flowers for you” Painting Flowers by All Time Low

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shota #bnha #trashytoastboi #1000 follower event #1000 followers event #abo au #abo #omegaverse #omegaverse au #angst #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral #mha #aizawa shouta #sfw

[drabblesandimagines]

Hello Ghostdog, I saw your event and thought about Barnabas/fem reader with the idea of ​​amnesia. It would be really interesting, but of course it's up to you😺💖

Amnesia

Barnabas Tharmr x female reader You awake, slowly, to a gentle sway – back and forth. It’d be comforting if not for the ache radiating around your skull. It takes a few attempts to open your eyes, wincing at the lanterns that illuminate your surroundings. Were it not for them, the room would be in darkness – a circular window the other side of the room appears to be shuttered.

A silver-haired man sits at your bedside, slender legs crossed, looking unamused as you sit upright abruptly, eyes flickering around the room in confusion.

“Do not try anything foolish. My liege would prefer you in tact.”

If you had a clear head, you would’ve questioned the strange man’s words.

“Where…” You swallow, though your mouth remains dry. “Where are we?”

“The Einherjar.”

“The what?” The swaying notion finally makes sense, the circular window… “We’re on a ship?”

The man’s smile seems cruel. “Do you not recall?”

“Recall what? I…” You wince again, clutching the side of your head. It’s as if something’s on the tip of your tongue, something you’re meant to be remembering, alongside a feeling that if you reached out to grab for it, it would turn into vapors between your fingers. “I don’t remember… I don’t remember anything.”

“Anything?” He seems dubious at your claim. The chair creaks as he leans forward, grabbing hold of your chin with a gloved hand and forcing your eyes to meet his. “What is your name?”

“My…” You squeeze your eyes tight, as if the action might squeeze the answer out into your head, but nothing comes. “I don’t… Why don’t I remember my name?”

The silver-haired man lets go of your chin and stands up abruptly, bowing as he speaks. “Excuse me a moment.”

He is out the door, a clunk of a lock following his departure, within the blink of an eye. You stumble up to your feet – everything aches in protest – and try the door, pointlessly. “W-wait!”

You sit back down heavily upon the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut again, hoping and praying that everything will make sense in a moment. Yes, in a moment, everything will all click into place and you’ll feel foolish for getting so flustered. The moment does not come despite many moments passing, but the door eventually unlocks and you jump up in reflex. The silver-haired man returns, but not alone. A tall, dark-haired man with cold blue eyes accompanies him, dressed in a royal blue shirt and a high collar, a black doublet layered over the top with billowed sleeves, two belts around his waist and seemingly more around his thighs – a scar peeking out between his shirt’s laces.

He seems familiar.

“Sleipnir informs me you are… not well.”

You take a heavy step back as a wave of light-headedness washes over you, expecting to crash down against the bed, but the strange yet familiar man wraps his arm around your waist with a fast reflex and no hesitation, steadying you at once.

“Sorry, it’s my head, it’s-“

“Do you remember me?” He interrupts, his tone impatient.

“No, I don’t… I don’t remember a thing.” Your voice breaks in frustration. “What’s going on? I don’t-” A heavy hand presses your head into his chest, cutting you off again – he smells of salt and brimstone.

“Hush now, treasure.” He soothes, leading you back to sit upon the bed, his arm remaining tight around your waist. “I will explain. Sleipnir, leave us.” “As you wish, my liege.” You cannot see the silver-haired man leave – your vision obscured by the blue and black of the man’s shirt, but you hear the door open and shut, signaling his departure.

You tilt your head up as he removes his hand and try to take in his face. There is something comfortingly familiar in those blue eyes and black hair of his deep down, you think, even if the term of endearment he seems to be using is not. “Treasure?”

“Ah. Allow me to… reintroduce myself. I am Barnabas Tharmr, King of Waloed, Warden of Ash, Dominant of Odin…” He trails off, suppressing a grin as your brow only continues to furrow in confusion. “But, most importantly,” he takes your wrist and presses a kiss against your pulse point, “I am your lover.”

“My…”

“But you are more than my lover, you are my future queen. You fell and knocked your head on the deck when the seas grew rough. It must ache still, hm?”

“It does, yes,” you nod, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“You adore being out in the ocean air, treasure. I blame myself for not insisting you seek shelter inside. If I had, you would not be in this state right now.”

“But I… I don’t recall anything. Nothing from before I woke. I surely should-”

“Hush now, do not fret.” He presses calloused fingertips against your lips, silencing you once more. “We will make land soon and return home, to Castle Black, where I will summon the finest healers. We will have you reunited with your memories before long – I promise. You just have to trust me, my love.”

He laces his fingers through your own, raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles as you feel tears burn at your eyes in frustration.

“My name.” You demand, steadying your voice. “What’s my name?”

Barnabas whispers his mother’s name into your ear.

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Clive comes to with a groan – a myriad of faces all gathered above him, but not the one he is desperate to see.

He shoots up, too fast for what his body’s been through – sliced through by Odin’s sword - and Byron and Gav try to push him back down against the pillows, but he holds firm as best as he can.

“No.” He murmurs, trying to shrug them off, his heart pounding in his ears. “Where is she?”

No-one replies – Jill and Mid turning away from him to hide the tears in their eyes.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Joshua begins, tentatively, leaning forward in the chair by his bedside. “We were so focused on getting you out… They’ll be halfway to Ash by now.”

The Dominant of Ifrit howls.

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The Einherjar cuts through the waves at pace. They are expected to make land at dawn, but Barnabas Tharmr has no plans to sleep. In his bed chambers, he presses a long kiss against your temple, your slumbering form cuddled into his chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. It had been far too easy to get you to drink the elixir laced with nepenthe petals to keep you drowsy and confused – passing it off as a painkilling draught to soothe the thudding pain in your skull.

He grins as he feels a ripple disturb the aether in the air and can’t resist another kiss on your temple.

“Come and reclaim her, Mythos.” --- Thank you so much for your request, @ironicsss! I couldn't resist going a bit darker cos it's Barnabas, little bit of Clive thrown in there for you too xxx Masterlist . 1,000 followers event Comments and reblogs make my whole day!

#ghostdogwrites #ghostdogasks #barnabas tharmr x you #barnabas tharmr x reader #ghostdogwrites 1000 followers trope event #ffxvi x reader #ffxvi x you

[byakuyacoochie]

"French" Braids- Stardust Crusaders x Reader

#1000 follower event #jjba x reader #jjba smau #stardust crusaders x reader #jjba fake texts #jojo smau #jjba imagines #jojo fake texts #jojo imagines #jojo x reader #jjba x y/n #avdol x reader #polnareff x reader #kakyoin x reader #joseph joestar x reader #jotaro x reader

[svnflowermoon]

luc's 1k followers event

ok hi hello so i don't normally do these but i felt like i should for 1k so here we go!!

to begin with, THANK YOU!! 1000 is crazy and i can't believe that that many people actually know i exist lmao

folklore - i make a moodboard of you / your blog

am - i make a moodboard of a character of your choice

kid krow - i make a moodboard of a ship of your choice

reputation - i make you a playlist

GUTS - i make a playlist of a character/ship of your choice

superache - i write a one-shot of a ship of your choice (but check my pinned post on @svnflower-writes for fandoms i write for)

snow angel - i write a letter from me to you (mutuals only)

this is what it feels like - i sketch a character/ship of your choice

the good witch - i give you book recommendations <3

rules/notes!

followers only!!

send requests in an ask, i won't respond if it's in the replies or reblogs of this post bc it'll be too messy

you can send up to two in one ask but you can do as many as you want in total

if I don't know the character or ship you want a moodboard, playlist, drawing, or oneshot of, i will not do your request (bc i wouldn't be able to do it accurately)

i may take a while to complete your request especially if it's writing or drawing

this event ends on the 1st of january

#luc posts #luc's 1000 followers event <3 #luc's 1k followers event <3 #intro post / navigation #← you can see my intro post here #temporary pinned post #stop im already at 1.3k its only been 9 days 😭😭