#i hope shes okay. i feel her sometimes and i hope she knows im strong for her

[needylittlegirl]

#hes me #i just got very like umm #i need to hold someones hand but that someone Needs to be my younger self #like i wish i could hold my hand so tight right now #growing up is scary and i just want her to know that im okay. that ill be okay #and that even if she isnt proud of me im proud of her #21 was always a big age in my head #in the sense that like. for awhle i was so sure i’d be dead by then #like i knew id graduate highschool and i figured i’d make it a few years but never to 21 #so just the fact that ill be 21 in a few hours really is. So wild and so scary #whatever im fine #also completely unrelated (i swear) i just got my panic attack chest feeling #i think its because i havent been sleeping much so im just exhausted #whatever #i want to grab little 8 year old me and just hug her so tight #i needed it then and i need it now #i hope shes okay. i feel her sometimes and i hope she knows im strong for her #everything i do is for the little girl i used to be #amd i hope everytime i tell her i love her it somehow reaches back through time and she can feel it #tbd

[watchmegetobsessed]

OLD GRUDGES (part 1)

A/N: wooohoooo im bringing something new!!! i feel like it happens so rarely it's like a miracle lol anyway, this will be hopefully a couple of parts (probably about 3) and lets all pray i will actually finish it lol

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry and Y/N go way back. Working together was like a dream when 1D was still going strong. Now, years later, when they end up working together again, things are very different. Mostly because Y/N seems to be hating Harry passionately. But he has not idea why.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Everyone loves Harry Styles. It’s a known fact, not just amongst the people who actually know him, but all around the world. He is known as one of the most unproblematic celebrities, someone who gives just as much if not even more respect as he gets, always kind and patient with others, rarely loses his temper. It’s hard to imagine that there is anyone walking this planet who doesn’t see him as a lovable, sweet man.

Well, it might be hard to imagine, but there is actually one person who has a very different opinion when it comes to the british popstar. 

And that person is music producer, Y/N. 

The interesting thing is that their history goes way back into his 1D days. Y/N was an up and coming name in the industry, just started working with bigger names when she got the chance to produce several songs on the band’s third studio album. Harry remembers her as a bubbly, funny girl who is passionate about her job and is also excellent in it. Working with her was easy and motivating, she was always eager to perfect songs to an extent Harry couldn’t even imagine and that’s why songs like Story Of My Life, You & I and Midnight Memories were such hits. Y/N put her heart and soul into them, which eventually earned all the recognition they deserved. 

Harry loved working with Y/N and she was in talks of working on their fourth album as well, but the deal ended up ditched and she went on to do other projects and they somehow had a fallout. It was a shame, but he hoped his path would cross hers again. 

Years and years went by and so much changed by the time their professional ways finally met again. Jeff brought her name up when Harry just started writing for his fourth solo album and Harry gave him the go to do whatever it takes to get her on the project. A few weeks passed and Harry didn’t get any confirmation about her and just when he was about to bring it up to Jeff, he hit him with the news.

“Y/N is in for five songs. Contract should be signed by Wednesday and you can start working next week.”

Harry wondered why it took so long to get her on board, but he brushed it off because he knew she was a big name now herself and had plenty of offers from which she could choose from. He was excited to work with her and simply see her again.

It was utter shock for him when she was the complete opposite of what he remembered. Okay, that might be an overstatement, but Harry could feel something was off instantly.

She was still bubbly and fun, but for some reason, she had a certain iciness and bitter attitude whenever her focus was on Harry. To anyone else it was unnoticable, Harry knows, because he asked Jeff about it.

“What are you talking about? She is awesome,” the manager said with a shrug and Harry tried to tell himself it was all in his head, because if Jeff doesn’t see it, it’s not real.

But it kept happening and it felt even stronger when it was just him and her in a room. Sometimes she even pretended like he wasn’t there, sometimes her snarky comments were all he got and they just strengthened him in his belief. 

He wanted to ask her about it, he tried, several times, but his attempts just bounced right off her icy behavior so eventually, he gave up and there was only one thing left for him to do.

Return what he was getting. 

Yes, it is childish, but he felt like he needed to deal with her unreasonable hatred towards him somehow and this was the easiest way. Was it a smart idea to practically become enemies when working together on his album? Of course not. But it just happened.

And going against each other became their thing. 

They were great in arguing, disagreeing even when they could easily compromise, riling each other up and lashing out on each other when the tension had been building up for hours. It got to the point where others started to notice that something was off between the two of them and when Jeff questioned Harry about it, he couldn’t give him a reasonable explanation.

“She started it,” he said and instantly felt like a kid, telling on his classmate at school. But this is all he could say, because he had no idea why she was acting this way. And he has to live with it while they work together.

Something is off. Harry knows it. Something about the melody… or the guitar… or is it the lyrics? He can’t tell, he has listened to the recording a million times so it all melts in his ears and he can’t identify what’s setting him off every time he hears it. 

“Why don’t we take a break?” Jack, the technician suggests, turning in his chair. “Y/N will be here in twenty, I’m sure she’ll–”

“Okay,” Harry snaps, just so he doesn’t finish. He knows what he wanted to say. 

She’ll know what’s wrong and will correct it in a second.

Y/N always knows what’s wrong and most of the time it’s a perk, of course it is, but today, Harry feels like it’s gonna make him want to crawl out of his body. Maybe it’s because he’s been in the studio for five hours and he got nowhere or maybe because Mitch will have his first ever solo gig tonight and Harry has been worried his fame or relation to him might ruin this experience for him. 

Either way, today he is just extra pissed by the fact that Y/N will be the one to solve this mystery. 

“I’m gonna grab a coffee,” he clears his throat, standing up from his seat. “Do you want one?” he offers, feeling a bit guilty he snapped at Jack.

“Uh, yeah, just an espresso is fine, thanks man.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Putting on his headphone, Harry jogs across the street to the tiny coffee shop he’s been a regular at. He likes the place because they are discreet and their coffee is just simply amazing, though they swear there’s nothing extra in it. 

He waits for the two coffees at the end of the counter and scrolls on his phone in the meantime. Emails, messages, there’s always something to answer to. He sends out a few replies before he ends up in his calendar. It’s neatly color coded and he takes pride in keeping it up-to-date all the time so he can always be on top of his game, no matter what. 

His eyes land on one particular date. Five weeks from now Y/N’s contract expires and if the five songs are done by then, she’ll be out of Harry’s life again. Seeing how the work is going, she’ll easily outdo that number so there won’t be any reason for talk about an extension. 

An unsettling feeling spreads in his stomach as he stares at the date but he doesn’t have time to figure it out because  he is snapped out of his thoughts when the two paper cups are placed in front of him. He is trying his best to keep a positive mindset as he returns to the studio’s building. With the two coffee cups in his hands he makes a right turn and then stops at the door, seeing Y/N sitting where he did previously, already listening to the recording with Jack with a critical expression on her face. 

Harry doesn’t interrupt them, just stays put and waits for her feedback. When she is done listening, she leans back in her seat.

“It’s the bass. Or more specifically the lack of it. Can you double it? Let’s see how it changes.”

Jack is quick to do as she asked and then he starts the song again and…

Harry wants to scream and laugh in bliss at the same time, because it’s perfect now. He’s mad he couldn’t spot such an obvious thing, but he is also happy it’s finally sorted out. It’s just a shame Y/N was the one to do it and not him. 

“Great, so this is done then,” he makes himself noticed as he walks into the studio and hands over one of the cups to Jack. 

When he looks at Y/N he can see that familiar, irritated look on her face that’s almost always there when he’s around. He hasn’t decided if he wants to physically wipe it off, or…

“Thanks for bringing one for me,” she comments in a bored tone, turning back towards the screen.

“You weren’t here when I went out.”

“But you knew I was coming.”

Harry opens his mouth, but then closes it, because this time she is kind of right. And it irks him even more today.

It’s gonna be a challenging session today, Harry thinks as he takes a seat.

It’s always exciting for Harry to be behind the stage when he’s not the star of the show. Kind of like a whole different world.

He hasn’t been here for long, but he’s been trying his best to stay as unnoticed as possible and let Mitch take the spotlight. Just a few minutes ago Sarah put him on Scout-duty which he gladly took up on, he’s always happy to spend time with the little guy. This time he is letting him explore freely and he’s just following him around to make sure he’s safe. Scout seemingly enjoys the adventure with uncle Harry, who doesn’t really pay attention where he is heading. 

That’s how they end up in the green room where Y/N is.

Y/N and Sarah have worked together a while ago, which is a random coincidence how they are connected outside of Harry. Because of their history, Y/N is often where they are, however she was never around when Sarah and Mitch were playing for Harry. 

Scout runs up to Y/N, arms in the air, asking to be picked up and Harry stops a few steps away from them when he realizes who he just found.

“Hey there, little guy! Are you all by yourself?” Y/N asks, settling the boy on her hip.

She’s changed since they parted ways in the studio. Harry has always admired her sense of style, which mostly consists of basic pieces, almost like a capsule wardrobe, but there’s always something extra, something vibrant on her that makes her sets interesting. Tonight she is wearing a simple black dress with a rather low back cut, simple heels, simple makeup, but she added a silky scarf with vivid colors and shapes around her neck that brings Harry’s attention to the curve of her neck and collarbones, almost as a cheeky invitation for his eyes to her naked skin. 

He has to fight the urge to touch her.

Despite the spiteful relationship they’ve been sporting lately, Harry had to deal with a rather unreasonable desire for Y/N in a physical way.

Unreasonable, because he never thought he could be attracted to someone who pisses him off so easily, yet there’s been plenty of occasions when Harry found himself imagining scenarios he could never admit to her, not when she hates him with such obvious passion.

Tonight it’s not just the outfit, but also the way she’s handling Scout. It’s not just women who find it incredibly hot when the opposite sex is great with kids, Harry can definitely feel something inside him moving as he watches Y/N sway from side to side with the little boy in his arms.

“Uncle Hazza is here!” Scout points at him, answering her previous question. Y/N looks up and because Harry was already looking at him, he catches a slipping moment where there’s no irritation on her face, but it returns quite fast when her gaze settles on him. 

“Ah, hi,” she says, lips pressed together as she nods, acknowledging his presence. 

“Hey. Long time no see.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it. Who says that? Why did he even say anything else other than hi? He smacks himself in his mind. 

Part of him expects her to say something like ‘not long enough’ but she just keeps quiet and turns all her attention to Scout. Harry feels out of place, he is supposed to be babysitting, but Y/N is taking care of Scout, Harry knows he is in good hands but Sarah asked him to watch over him. Should he leave? Or just keep standing there awkwardly?

“You can go, I’ll watch him,” Y/N says, as if she could read his mind. 

“You sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I can take care of him until Sarah is back.” Her reply is not just dry, kind of offended, nothing Harry wouldn’t expect from her, but it’s still irking him.

“I didn’t say you’re not capable, I just–”

“I’m not in the mood for this,” she cuts him off with an icy look. Harry is too stunned to reply, just watches Y/N walk away with Scout. 

He almost finds it amusing how easily she can piss him off, not many people have been able to do that, in fact, Harry thinks she does it the best. 

Clenching his jaw he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and then just lets it all go. 

The after party is always kind of Harry’s favorite. The stress is over, it’s just the relief and celebration that is left.

Mitch’s show went well, that’s what Harry expected, but it’s still great he was right. Seeing his friend be the star of the show was an experience he is glad he could be part of. Now that the core of the group has moved to a nearby bar, Harry has loosened up thanks to the couple of drinks he’s had. 

He’s been mostly sticking to the familiar faces he knows, rotating between the same few people  while enjoying how under the radar he is currently. 

The more drinks he has had, the less he’s been able to control where his gaze goes. To be exact, he’s been finding himself looking Y/N’s way the past hour or so. That damn dress and scarf, it’s like she’s put a spell on him that forces him to keep wanting to look at her. 

Harry is not experienced with feeling like this. Being attracted to someone who he hates, it’s such an ambivalent impulse, he can’t think straight. Or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he has drunk tonight, either way, it’s getting a rise out of him. 

From the corner of his eye he sees her slip out to the back where the smoking area is, he hesitates, shifts his weight from one leg to the other before making the leap and heading after her. He has no plan, no idea what he wants to ro will say to her, but he just feels like he has to talk to her.

Stepping out to the dimly lit back alley he is met with a few people scattered around, having a cigarette with drinks in hand, talking or scrolling on their phone and then he spots Y/N on the left, standing by the wall, cigarette in one hand, the remaining of her drink in the other as she stares ahead of her. 

She doesn’t smoke regularly, but she does enjoy one in certain social settings or when she’s had a few drinks. Harry knows it from years ago, because they shared a cigarette at a party, back then she seemed thrilled to spend time with him, he remembers all the conversations they had while working together, telling each other stories, sharing their plans, Harry truly thought they would remain good friends on this extraordinary journey, yet they ended up here.

As Harry walks towards her, she notices him and he sees her lips twitch in annoyance. 

“Care if I join?” he asks and she just shrugs without a word, avoiding to look at him. 

They stand there in silence for a while, she is lazily puffing the smoke out from time to time.

“Is it still just an occasional thing?” he tries to strike up a conversation.

“Mhm,” is all he gets as a reply.

“Have you tried to put it down fully?”

“Why are you doing this?” she snaps at him, finally looking his way. 

“What?”

“Why are you trying to chit-chat when we both know we don’t do that?”

“And why don’t we?” He challenges her. “Tell me why we are like this in the first place, because I have no idea.”

She stares at him for long moments and he awaits her answer like nothing before, but then she shakes her head and turns to the pin beside her, puts the cigarette out and flicks it into the bin. Then, without another word she is already heading back inside.

It takes a moment for Harry to start moving again, but he is quick to catch up with her in the hall that leads to the restrooms. 

“Y/N, give me a fucking answer!” he demands, grabbing her wrist to pull her back before she could escape, but she shakes his hand off as she comes to a stop, turning towards him.

“I owe you nothing!” she hisses at him. “I owe you no one, but especially you!”

“What the fuck does that suppose to mean?! I never thought you owe me anything!”

“I’m not doing this, Harry, leave me the fuck alone,” she growls and tries to leave, but Harry pulls her back again, determined to get an answer this time. 

“Don’t think I will just swallow everything down forever. I will get to the bottom of this, whether you like it or not. It’s your choice if you make it hard on both of us.”

She is looking back at him with wide eyes, this time his hand remains on her arm as they stare each other down in the empty hallway. Neither of them knows what will be their next move, the tension is so thick, it’s almost suffocating.

But then it all changes.

If someone asked who moved first, they wouldn’t know. One moment they are standing like stone statues, barely even breathing, then the next moment they are kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

It doesn’t take long until Harry has her pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming her body, feeling her up the way he fantasized about before, they are both rough and impatient, she is clawing at him, moaning into his mouth when his hips press against hers and she feels how hard he’s gotten already. 

Blindly, Harry pushes the closest door open which happens to be the staff’s bathroom that someone left unlocked, lucky for them. Still glued together they stumble inside, Y/N kicks the door open before Harry pushes her against it and he locks it before his hand returns to her tempting body. 

He has never acted like this when it comes to sex. He does like to spice things up sometimes, but the way he’s biting her lips or unbuttoning his pants or reaches under her dress to pull her underwear down is just so out of character for him, yet so freeing. 

Nothing is said, but when her hands pull his hard, leaking dick out of his pants, there’s a fleeting look they exchange that says it all, just how much they both want it. 

It’s the fastest pace he’s ever experienced, yet the most passionate too. They moan at the same time when Harry pushes into her and starts moving in a rush, desperate for relief. She’s panting and whining for more, the only form of speaking she is able to as she holds onto Harry who is focused on keeping up his quick and steady pace while holding her left leg up to ensure the perfect angle. 

The animalistic need is there for them both, making them act like this is what they must do to stay alive. It’s messy, fast and mind-blowing and they don’t need much time to reach the peak. As she comes her nails dig into her shoulder and she bites into his bottom lip so harshly it draws blood, but he doesn’t care, only follows her into bliss just a second later. With the last bit of his consciousness Harry pulls out right before he comes, covering her thigh with the white, sticky evidence of just how much he enjoyed the past minutes. 

They are breathing heavily and Harry feels like a thick haze is still lingering around his head, stopping him from realizing what just happened. Y/N however is ahead of him and when reality comes crashing down on her, her instinct to flee kicks right in. Harry is still trying to clear his mind when she grabs a paper towel and cleans herself up as fast as possible and Harry only snaps out of his trance when she is already unlocking the door.

“Y/N, what the— wait!” He can’t go after her as she slips out of the room because he is still pretty indecent, so he has to pull his pants up and can only rush out then, but by that time she is already gone.

He’s quite frantic as he tries to find her in the bar, but she is nowhere to be seen. Harry returns to the rest of their group, hoping to catch her somewhere but she has vanished into thin air. 

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” he asks Mitch, his eyes still roaming the place.

“Nah, haven’t seen her since she went out to smoke.”

Harry groans and makes his way outside, maybe she’s there waiting for a car, but as he steps out to the street he sees no trace of her. Fishing his phone out of his pocket he doesn’t hesitate before dialing her number. The line rings once, twice and then… it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Y/N. Do whatever you want after the beep.”

“Fuck!” Harry ends the call and he has to stop himself from throwing it against the nearest wall. 

This is not how he planned. Well, he didn’t plan any of it, especially not fucking Y/N like a horny teenager. He wanted to solve this whole issue between the two of them but instead he just created another one.

A stupid, giant one. 

NEXT PART

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[anikaspookie]

Could you write something about Ethan Morales from Never Have I Ever?? The plot can be whatever but please make it both angsty and fluffy 🙏🙏🙏

I just need more fics about him

I KNOW — ethan morales

DESCRIPTION - ethan comforts you after you get to nervous to talk to one of the college presidents.

PAIRING - ethan morales x fem!reader

WARNINGS - just fluff

You had to get your fav college Yale you were so nervous. The teachers that work at Yale came and many others. You were in line for Yale and you got so scared all of a sudden your anxiety kicked in.

You moved your hands a lot and were shaking it was almost your turn you tried taking deep breaths but you couldn’t it made it worse you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach. You felt sweaty and tried anxiety tips you heard online but they didn’t work. It was your turn you looked at the teacher she spoke “hey how can-” you spoke “I’m sorry I just can’t.” You left the line and realized what you just did you were walking and then ran into Ethan your boyfriend.

He looked at you “oh hey shouldn’t you be applying your college??” You looked at him “I- I couldn’t do it I don’t know what happened. My anxiety kicked in and I embarrassed myself in front of her! Now im never getting into Yale! Fuck I ruin everything with this stupid anxiety” grabbed your shoulder “hey.. look at me” you did and he spoke to you “it’s not your fault, it just happens you know? Everyone has anxiety. I mean I have it sometimes.” You then said “I doubt that…” he wrapped his hands on your waist “I do trust me… but never blame yourself. And I’m pretty sure they’ll understand what happened! Your a strong and amazing person y/n.. and if they don’t understand I might have to steal something.”

You laughed and then told him “please don’t…” he smiled at you “hey someone told me whenever you have anxiety just think of your favorite memory” you looked back at him “thank you.. your seriously the best.. boyfriend ever” he put his hand on your cheek “I know..” and kissed as you kissed him back you pulled away then said “okay time to show them who’s boss.” You went back and knew you were gonna get into your favorite college.

I feel like this is short but oh well but thank you for requesting this! I hope you guys liked this and send more requests is wanted :))

#ethan morales x reader #never have i ever #angst #fluff #ethan morales

[navstuffs]

Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

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[pathologicalreid]

hiii :)) I just wanna say I absolutely love your work, and I love the way you write Spencer! I squeal everything I get a notification from you, honestly.

please could I request a spencer reid x female!reader where the reader suffers from trichotillomania (a hair pulling disorder.) One day spencer walks in on her having an "episode" where she stands in front of the mirror and starts pulling her hair (mostly her eyelashes) and she tries to stop but the urge to keep doing it is too strong and she physically can't stop herself. So spencer gently moves her away from the mirror and comforts her when she starts crying because she just can't seem to stop doing it and she's frustrated at herself. So he talks her through it gently and gives her advice and maybe he throws in a few positive facts to help her calm down?

Im so sorry if you find this a bit weird and you can totally just ignore this but this is something that I suffer from personally and its gotten really bad lately. So I just thought this would maybe ease it a little bit :) tysm!

resilient | S.R.

in which your boyfriend lends you a hand when your own are working against you

who? spencer reid x fem!reader

category? hurt/comfort

content warnings: possibly triggering for those with trichotillomania or other compulsions. please take caution when reading and take care of yourselves. mentions of anxiety and therapy. reader is referred to as "sweetheart".

word count: 879

a/n: hi anon! thank you for requesting! i'm so sorry this took me so long to write! i wanted to make sure i did thorough research while also trying to balance finals and work, but i finally think it turned out pretty good. i hope you like it and i love you very much.

The door squeaked open, but you didn’t hear it. Sometimes it felt like you were in your own little world, just stood in front of the mirror. It started with a long day at work, and it ended with pulling.

When you were younger, you pulled from your scalp so much that you couldn’t wear your hair down. In college, you moved to your eyelashes. Your therapist explained to you that it was how your brain dealt with stress. The way some people exercise or drink, you pull your hair out.

You got a new therapist when you moved to Virginia, you tested healthy coping habits and tried to find methods that would prevent you from pulling. A few days ago, you tried band-aids on your fingertips, but they fell off and instead of replacing them, you just pulled.

Just a few, you told yourself. Just a few to help the anxiety, you tried to bargain with your brain that was actively working against you. You put your hands down at your sides, constantly flexing your fingers before lifting your hands to your eyes again.

A hand placed on yours brought you out of your bubble, and you jumped slightly when you looked ahead of you and weren’t met with your reflection, but rather the familiar eyes of your boyfriend. Golden on the inside, just as they’d always been. “What’s wrong?” He asked you, clasping both of your hands in his and bringing them down between your bodies.

It was never his intention, but you couldn’t help but feel like a deer in the headlights. A child caught getting into something they shouldn’t have. “I don’t- I didn’t… I thought…” You stammered, not quite knowing the words you wanted to use to describe the struggle.

You looked over your shoulder at the mirror as Spencer gently led you into your bedroom, one of two designated ‘no mirror’ zones in the apartment. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice gentle as he tried to console you. “What do you need? What can I do?”

At his concern, your face crumpled, and tears welled in your eyes, “I’m so sorry, Spence.” You whispered, your voice warbling through the tears. Hot streams of water ran down your face, “I thought that I could just do a little. I thought I could stop,” you were fully crying now.

He shook his head, “this is a compulsion, sweetheart. You can’t just be done with it, okay? It’s alright to have bad days,” he told you, moving one of his hands to wipe the tears from under your eyes. “Recovery from trichotillomania takes time, but I’m here.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I’m here for all of it.”

You knew that he meant well, but his words just made more tears well in your eyes, “You’re so good.” You whispered, “I wish I was stronger.”

“You are the strongest person that I know,” he told you, holding both of your hands in his, skimming the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. “You are so strong, and you can overcome this. It just takes time,” he told you, his voice was strong and reassuring. If he believed you were this resilient, then you would just have to live up to that.

Your shoulders slouched forward, “I didn’t like the band-aids.” You admitted they made it hard to do things, and the sticky residue they left on your fingers made you uncomfortable.

He looked at your hands thoughtfully, “I read about someone who used petroleum jelly on their fingers to dissuade them from pulling. Would you be willing to try that?”

Nodding slowly, you wiggled your fingers, the petroleum jelly would make your fingers too slippery to pull your eyelashes out. You’d have to be good at reapplying, though. “Sure,” you whispered, the last of your tears running to a stop on your cheeks and neck.

Spencer sat you down on the bed before walking into the bathroom and you wrapped your arms around yourself self-consciously.

“How was work?” You called out, it wasn’t often Spencer left in the morning and came back that same evening.

In the bathroom, you heard the cabinet opening and closing, Spencer sighed. “A lot of the same. People commit crimes, I find them,” he said, walking back into the bedroom with a container in hand.

Gingerly, Spencer took your hand and started applying a layer of petroleum jelly to your fingers, focusing on your fingertips. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, focusing your eyes on your hands.

“I understand that your anxiety is making you feel like you need to apologize, but I really wish you wouldn’t apologize. Not to me, and not for this,” he murmured.

You took a deep breath, “I’m… Thank you,” you corrected yourself.

He hummed, lifting your hands so you could see how they shone, “This doesn’t define you, you know that, right? ‘The whole is greater than the sum of the parts’, and I love all of you. Even the parts of yourself that you don’t love.”

Your head lifted, and the corner of your mouth quirked up, “Did you just quote Aristotle at me?”

Spencer nodded gently, “I quoted Aristotle to you.”

Despite yourself, you smiled, “I love you too.”

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[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife author!reader? ( He's at Williams ) He always goes to her events even though he's busy but he still makes time just to support her. And vice versa. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

this is definitely not amazing, but im secretly quite happy with it

(also updates are gonna slow the fuck down because i have assessments and exams this term yay /s)

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

james vowles x wife!author!reader

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book talk:

Y/N watched as a teenage girl walked up to the microphone. She clearly looked nervous, as had many other people coming up, but Y/N tried to make her feel as at ease as possible.

“Um…hey Y/N, my name is Elodie, and I just wanted to say how much I love your writing…” - Elodie

James quietly shut the door, once Logan and Alex were through, and didn’t try and push through the crowded room, they instead settled for a spot near the back where they could still see Y/N. They were sure that if people recognised them, they would be shunted towards the front or ushered backstage. They didn’t want that, they just wanted to stay inconspicuous at the back.

“Aww thank you Elodie, what was your question?” Y/N smiled reassuringly

“Um…well, for your book, ‘a sweet sting of salt’, I was just wondering if you had any inspiration for the character Tobias. While he isn’t the best character in the story, you said he was one of your favourite characters to write, and I was just wondering why?” Eloise asked

“Oh, that is a good question, thank you Elodie. Um… while the actions are obviously not based on him, a lot of Tobias’ so-called ‘good’ elements are actually based on my husband. So…okay I’m gonna hope that everyone has read the book, so I don’t spoil it,” she smiled “Um, so for those of you who are unaware, my husband is James Vowles, and he is the Team Principal of Williams, which is a motorsport for those who are very out of the loop. So I guess the main words I would use to describe both Tobias and James, other than loving because Tobias is definitely not, are logical, quiet, grounded, organised and productive.”

James smiles, watching his wife talk about something she was so passionate about.

“So for example, for logical qualities for Tobias and James in chapter 10, Tobias uses deductive reasoning, which I would like to say is James’ strong suit, however he sometimes misuses it, like deducing who ate the chocolate, the wife or the dog. Tobias uses it for more evil, using it for working out how to do the things he does. Maybe they are more evil and similar and similar.” Y/N pondered, garnering a small laugh from the audience

James stopped smiling, as he listened to his wife compare him to a literal murderer in her book. Logan and Alex were standing next to him, trying to avoid their laughs.

“Then for quiet, in chapter 16, James likes sneaking around and scaring the shit out of me when he gets back from the factory and from races to scare the shit out of me, and Tobias uses it for murder. Huh, maybe these 2 characters are closer together than I thought.” Y/N pondered, laughing as she saw her husband’s face

“Darling, I’m not a thief and a murderer. I honestly don’t know why you based Tobias off of me.” James tried to mediate.

However it was enough for Alex and Logan to burst out laughing, joining in with the rest of the crowd, who had discovered that James was there and found it very funny.

“I’m just saying you share similar qualities, more than I initially insisted. Are you sure you didn’t secretly murder someone?” Y/N tilted her head, as if genuinely thinking about the question

“Darling…” James tried to plead again

“ANYWAY - Then for grounded, in chapter 18…” - Y/N, moved on, continuing with her ideas.

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garage:

“And during this safety car period, Alex, our camera man has gone for a wander and he has gone down to the Williams garage, and while we’re normally looking at the team principal or other important people, we have instead zoomed in on Y/N Vowles. Now for those who don’t know, she is a writer, and she seems pretty hard at work at this book on her laptop. Now that will be good news for anyone who reads her books, including me, she writes very good books, available at all the awesome book stores, and no she hasn’t paid us for that, we just think her books are amazing. Oh and she waved at us. Hi Y/N!” - Jolyon said from the commentary box

James smiled at the sight of Y/N on his screen. While this weekend had been very stressful, it was very nice having his wife be there for him in the garage and then back at the hotel rooms, even after all the late meetings. He watched as she smiled and waved at the screen, and he was unable to resist the temptation as he smiled at the picture and waved back, earning another laugh from the commentators.

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book talk part 2:

“Sorry Y/N, my name is Leo, this is a bit of a personal question…” a teenage boy asked

“...as long as it’s not when I’m having a baby, or where I live, it should be okay, hit me!”  Y/N tried to put him at ease.

“Your schedule for this book tour is a little all over the place, if you don’t mind me saying, it was basically like the first 2 months of the year, and now there’s just kinda weeks off or even months off, and I was just wondering if there was any sense to the schedule.” Leo shuffled awkwardly, unsure of how she would react to the question.

“Ah, well there actually is. First off, I cannot tour every week of the year, because I think I would just simply die. But the reason I picked those weeks off is because if my husband again. Are you guys sensing a pattern here? I love James, and I really want to support him at all the f1 races. So those are the weeks I took off, basically. And second, Baby Vowles is due in 6 months, thanks guys!” Y/N laughed as she put down the microphone and walked off stage, laughing as the cheers from the crowd grew louder.

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[beskarandblasters]

hiiiii long time follower and avid reader but first time requesting i want to preface saying that i ADORE everything you write (i do have a soft spot for your angsty pieces bc you always DELIVER) as for the request (i know its pretty trope-y but i cant help that i like it 😭) din djarin x reader where there's (preceived) unrequited love <maybe reader thinks bo katan is better for din because reader isn't a mando> but honestly if this request doesn't inspire your writing powers i will eat up any angst to fluff fic you write with any and all plotlines and characters ❣ thank you for sharing your works here on tumblr im so grateful to have found your blog i really hope you're living your best life irl because your work always lifts me up

That Should Be Me

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: This is the kindest ask/request I’ve ever received🥹🥹 I hope I did your idea justice bb 🖤

Summary: You’ve been traveling with Din and Grogu for quite sometime now as the mechanic for the Razor Crest. But when Bo-Katan joins your group you started feeling a little threatened by her. You’ve had feelings for Din for a long time and Din and Bo just seem to click so well that it makes you feel jealous. Now you, Din, Grogu are on Nevarro right before the Mandalorians leave to reclaim Mandalore and some feelings are brought to the surface.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, jealousy, reader sits on Din's lap, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex (heavy on the semi), no use of y/n

The jealousy stirs in your stomach, watching Din and Bo talk while all of the other Mandalorians celebrate around them. You look down at Grogu, who you’re holding on your hip and he babbles happily. At least he's here to somewhat cheer you up. 

The jealousy has been festering for a while, ever since Bo-Katan came to Din’s rescue in the Mines of Mandalore. Grogu came up from the Mines and it was clear that Din needed help. So you and him went back to Bo’s palace much to your chagrin. She brought both of you back to Mandalore and rescued Din. And ever since then she’s been a fixture in your little group. 

You watch the way they interact and you can’t help but feel jealous. She’s so strong and a natural born leader. It’s clear that Din holds her in such a high regard. And though you can’t blame him, it still makes you jealous. 

You’ve had feelings for Din ever since you started traveling with him and Grogu. You would take care of the Razor Crest’s repairs and in return you’d get a place to stay and food in your stomach. 

Once Grogu went to train with Luke you hoped that maybe something would happen between you and Din. But it never did. And you just accepted that your feelings for him were unrequited. You were somewhat accepting of that until Bo-Katan came into the picture. And now watching them together is almost too much to bear. 

It’s the night before the Mandalorians are supposed to leave to retake Mandalore. You’re supposed to go with them but your jealousy has you second guessing everything. And before you can even think about whether this is a good idea or not, you're walking over to Din and Bo.

“Din?” you ask, interrupting whatever he and Bo were talking about. 

He turns to face you and Grogu. 

“Are you two okay?”

“Oh, we’re fine! But can I talk to you about something for a moment?”

“Sure,” he says before turning back to Bo, “I’ll be back.”

Your heart sinks at that as you walk back to the Razor Crest together. You stop at the exit ramp and turn to face him before blurting out, “I don’t think I should go with you all tomorrow.”

You wince in anticipation of his response to which he says, “I was thinking the same.”

Your stomach stirs at his words. He really doesn’t feel the same way and this is clear confirmation of it. 

“Okay… um well I’m gonna get him to bed,” you say, referring to Grogu, “It’s getting kind of late. H-have fun,” you finish, your voice cracking. 

You don’t even wait for a response from him before turning on your heel and walking up the exit ramp of the Crest, closing it behind you. You get Grogu settled in his hammock for bed before climbing up the ladder to the cockpit and sitting in one of the passenger seats. You put your hand in your hands and let the tears flow. Even though he never confirmed any feelings for you, you’d be happy with just the three of you in your own little group. But then Bo-Katan showed up and so did all of the other Mandalorians and now your Mandalorian is more unavailable than ever. 

After a while you hear the exit ramp open again and you know he’s coming back, probably to ask you about your little outburst earlier. He climbs up the ladder and sits in the pilot chair, spinning it around to face you.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he says softly. 

“There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine,” you lie. 

“We both know that’s not true.”

You’re both silent for a moment. But then you decide it’s better to just get this over with now. 

“I was just feeling… jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Of you and Bo-Katan.”

He almost laughs but he restrains himself. “Why would you be jealous of Bo-Katan and I?”

“I just… I see the way you two are together. And it hurts because I have feelings for you but I know I’ll never be good enough. She’s a Mandalorian and I’m not. And I just-”

But you’re cut off by him. “You have feelings for me?”

“…Yes. I just never told you. I guess this whole time I was waiting for you to make the first move but you never did so I just assumed you didn’t feel the same way. And then you told me you didn’t want me to come to Mandalore and I guess I just sort of spiraled.”

Now he’s laughing. But not in a mocking way. Almost like he’s laughing at himself. 

“I didn’t want you to come to Mandalore because it’s too dangerous. I never want anything to happen to you. Maybe if both of us had just told each other our feelings sooner we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Our feelings?”

He grabs your hand. “I have feelings for you, cyar’ika. I think I was just too upset with Grogu being gone and then becoming an apostate to fully realize what was right in front of me.”

Maker, all you want to do is kiss him right now but you know you can’t. 

“But… I’m not a Mandalorian.”

He laughs again. “It’s not completely unheard of for Mandalorians to be with non Mandalorians, cyar’ika.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sweetheart.”

Oh. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the pet name. Feeling a little bashful you stand up and say, “Well we should probably get back to the others… right?”

He stands up, too, and says, “We could… or we could do something else.”

His hands find your waist and he pulls you closer before bringing one hand to the waistband of your pants. 

“Din! Right here? What if someone outside sees us through the window?”

“So? Isn’t that what you wanted? For everyone to know you’re mine?”

You feel your core tingle in arousal at his words. 

“Okay,” you whisper. 

Wasting no time at all he pulls down your pants and tugs off one of his gloves before bringing it to your cunt, feeling how wet you are already. 

“That did it for you, huh? Just the teasing?”

“Mhm,” you whimper against him as he plays with your cunt, teasing you until you’re soaked enough for entry. He plunges a finger in and you lean into him against his chest plate. His one finger works your walls until you’re begging for more. 

“Please, Din. I need more,” you whimper. 

“Of course,” he purrs, “You’ve waited for me long enough.”

And on the last word he pushes another finger in, curling both of them against your g-spot until you can barely keep yourself upright. You cum against the beskar chest plate, the cool metal contrasting against the heat rising in your cheeks. You feel your walls tighten and release around them before your wetness slides all the way down to his wrist. 

He pulls his hand from you and takes off his other glove. But before you have time to whine at the absence of him inside you he hooks his hands on your hips and places you in front of the control panel and coaxes you to bend over. 

You bend over and rest your arms on the control panel, standing on your tiptoes and sticking up your ass for him. Your eyes scan outside the ship; there’s no one around. But Din was right. You really wouldn’t care if someone caught you. 

You feel his hand gather your juices, spreading it onto his cock. His hands return to your hips as he enters you, both of you sighing at the feeling of him being inside you at last. He pulls you into him as he thrusts in you, making a mess of you against the control panel. With each drive of his cock inside you he reaches deeper and more intense angles. You push back against him one last time as he fucks you with the most force he’s had so far and you’re coming around him. Your core muscles tighten and relax in rhythmic motions and your release slides down your legs. Your knees buckle underneath you; you can’t keep yourself upright for much longer. But triggered by your own orgasm Din comes, too. He paints your inside with his own release. But you don’t freak out. He knows you have an implant and you’ve been dying for his cum inside you already. He fucks you through his high before pulling out of you and sitting in the pilot seat behind him. 

You pull yourself off of the control panel and sit on his lap. You’re both silent, just catching your breath until you ask, “So you don’t want me to come to Mandalore?”

“Stay here where it’s safe, cyar'ika. I’ll come back for you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

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[afro-hispwriter]

My Little Ocean(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Velaryon!reader

Summary- you and Aemond just wanted to meet your daughter

Warnings- angsttt, death of a child(stillborn), attempted murder, witchery

*Sequel to 'Lovers' but can be read as a standalone*

W.C- 5.1k 

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist

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The Blacks won of course, with Vhagar, Caraxes, and Meleys on their side, the Greens didn't stand a chance. Rhaenerya took the throne and was crowned queen. Jace ended up marrying Heleana while Lucerys  married Beala, Rheana is living with her grandparents, and Joffery still resides alongside Rhaenerya. DragonStone was given to you as a gift by your parents, and you and Aemond married. Rhaenerya also gifted you servants, cooks, guards and a dragon keeper. 

It had now been four years since the end of the war. You and Aemond have had two sons in that little time. Rhaegar and Viserys, and now you were with a third.

"This one is going to be a girl, im sure of it!" Exclaimed Aemond and as he ran his hand along your belly for the hundredth time as you walked though the courtyard if KingsLanding

"I know Aemond you've told me a thousand times." You giggle and slapped his hand away. You felt a brush of air past by you and your two little boys ran past you. 

"Careful with your mother!" Scolded Aemond and they stopped in there tracks. 

"Sorry father." Says Rhaegar and looks down. 

"Its okay, go find your cousins." You say and nudge Aemond and he just rolls his eye. They run off and you continue walking.

"Y/n!" You turn around to see your mother running down steps towards you. You left Aemonds aside to run and hug your mother. "How are you child?" 

"Im good, we all are." You reached your hand out behind you for Aemond. He grabbed your hand and you pulled him in tightly.

"Sister." He says and nods.

"Brother." She says, they still weren't exactly civil with each other but for your sake they were. "Where's Rhaegar and Viserys?" 

"Went to find their cousins." Says Aemond and wraps an arm around your waist. Daemon approached behind his wife and smiled at you.

"Hows the little one?" He asks and flicks his finger towards your belly. 

"She's okay, kicking strong." 

"She?" They both say.

"Aemond is sure that our babe is a girl." You place your hand on his chest. 

"Sure? I know she will be." He kisses your head and you close your eyes. Rhaenerya and Daemon look at each other with a knowing look.

"Come, we'll show you where you will be staying, let you settle in before dinner." Daemon says and opens his hand to the castle. You started walking and Aemond immediately set a hand on your back and grabbed your hand. 

"Aemond I can walk by myself."

"You're almost due to have our little girl, I need to be by you just in case." 

"3 months is too early." You say and push him off playfully. Him being so overprotective was cute and you were great full but sometimes it just gets unbearable. Once you settled into your room Aemond was dragged away from Daemon because he changed a lot of defenses and needed to show them to him im case of an emergency. Your mother had to leave and finish her queenly duties but informed you your half siblings who resided on Driftmark would be arriving soon. 

You sat on the balcony looking over the kingdom, it looked so much more alive. A servant walked in with a tray full of little snacks, a pitcher of wine, water, and tea.

"Princess, the Queen has sent me down here to check on you." She says and you turn around to face her. She looked familiar, she was an older women, maybe around your mother age maybe even older and had brown, almost black hair and green eyes. "Would you like anything?"

"Some tea would be fine." You say and feel a kick making you instinctively place a hand on your belly. 

"What do you hope for the babe to be?" Asks the servant as she grabs a goblet.

"My husband wishes for a girl this time, says he'll be the happiest man in this world, happier than he already is." 

"Hmm, thats so sweet of him." She says lowly and you miss the hint of frustration in her voice. She hands you the tea and you thank her with a smile. "Will that be all?" 

"Yes thank you." She starts to pick up the tray but you stop her. "No leave the tray just encase I want more." She nods and sets the tray back down and leaves. When the sun started setting isn't until Aemond returned. 

"How was your day?" He asks and sets his sword down. 

"Peaceful." You say and stand up from your chair. He placed his hand on your belly gently and waited to feel a kick but there was nothing making him frown. "She must be asleep." 

"Hmm, maybe." He says and kisses your head. You winced slightly and let out a deep breath making Aemond look at you in concern. "Whats wrong!?"

"Nothing, I've just been feeling sore all over for the last few hours and theres a pain in my lower belly but im sure everything's fine." You try and reassure him but you could see his worry.

"A massage maybe?" He suggests and tries to move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders. 

"As much as I love your massages, dinner must almost be ready." You say and turn around and run a hand down his arm. He smiles at you and leans down to kiss you softly before placing his forehead on yours.

"I love you." He says and pulls back and holds his arm put for you to take. You slid you arm in his and he slowly led you away.

-

Everyone was at dinner, best one yet. It had been so long since you've all been together, civil at least. Everyone laughed, talked, mostly catching up. Aemond was trying to pay attention to something else but what you said earlier about the pain and soreness was bothering him. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks you and you couldn't smile, the pain got worse. You groaned loudly and gripped the table. "Love?" 

"It hurts." Everyones eyes were on you now. 

"Whats wrong?" Rhaenerya gets out if her chair and rushed to your side.

"It feels like im in labor but its worse." Rhaenerya and Aemond gave each other a worried look.

"Mother?" Rhaegar asked from across the table, he did not like seeing you in pain. 

"Lets get her to the maester. Now!" Says Rhaenerya and Aemond nods. Daemon rushed over and put an arm under your and Aemond did the same, they hoisted you up to your feet and you cried out in pain. 

"Somethings wrong!" You cried and Aemond placed his arms under your legs and picked you up bridle style.

"Mommy." Cried Viserys and tried to run to you but Rhaenerya held him back. 

"Ill get the maester, you get her to the room!" Said Daemon and he ran into the hall. Aemond walked as fast as he could with you in his arms with your siblings in tow, Jace followed closed behind and when he made it to the room he opened the door for Aemond. He placed you gently on the bed and Baela fluffed up pillows to place under you. 

"Aemond im scared." You grab his hand in a deathly grip. He got down on his knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your loc twists and twists them up into a bun just like you showed him.

"I know, I know everything's going to be fine." He tries and reassures you but deep down you knew it wasn't. The maester came in followed by your mother and Daemon.

"My sons?" You ask and Rhaenerya smiles.

"With our most trusted caretakers, now don't worry about them right now, think about this baby." She says and you nod before your face twists like your about to cry.

"I wish father were here, I miss him." You say and Aemond kisses your forehead. "Can someone send for him?" The maester settled in and checked you.

"Of course." Said Daemon and he walked out. 

"There is... a lot of blood princess." Says the maester and you gasp making more tears run down your face. 

"What does that mean?" Asked Aemond and everyone waited his answer. 

"It means you have either miscarried or something has happened to the babe."  You stifled a sob and Aemond tightened his jaw.

"What do we-." He had to stop and compose himself. "What do we do now?" 

"Im going to give her something to... induce the labor." He says and Aemond immediately stands up, angry.

"No, its to early there has to be another way." He says and slowly everyone starts clearing out, leaving Rhaenerya to take Aemonds place.

"With all due respect, my prince, if the babe doesn't come out soon you will be risk loosing both of them!" Whisper yelled the maester to Aemond, he looked back at you. You were in pain, you were suffering. What he wouldn't give to take it all away from you. And he could, he just needed to talk to you first.

"My love." He said and dropped back to his knees. Rhaenerya moved away to let you talk. "He want to induce your labor, because if he doesn't, both of you will die." You slowly took in the information, processing it. You almost screamed in pain before nodding.

"Do it." You say and squeeze your eyes shut. Aemond bit his lip and held back a cry but he just held your hand up to his mouth. 

"My prince you should leave." Says the maester as his helpers started coming into the room. 

"No im not leaving her." He said and settled in beside you on the bed. 

"Very well, I will prepare my materials now." The maester immediately got to work, he was done with the remedy in minutes. He held the cup up to your lips and you drank it. "Your going to feel a lot of pressure in your lower regions in these next few minutes." You nodded and flopped your head back on the pillow.

"You look beautiful." Said Aemond and he kissed your exposed shoulder. 

"I don't feel like it." You say. "I feel sweaty and gross." You groan as the pressure started coming. "I feel the pressure." You say and the room got crazy, the helpers propped your legs up on pillows and they asked Aemond and Rhaenerya to just keep you calm.  

"Ready to push princess?" Asked the maester and you nodded. You started pushing, hard, your entire body was hurting. "I see the head." You saw a flash of worry on the maseters face but you didn't question it. You pushed again and that went you felt the baby slip out of you. You immediately sat up and looked at Aemond just to see him without his eyepatch, showing off his emerald.

"Are they healthy?" You asked but the maester looked at you and immediately turned away quickly before you could catch a glimpse. There was no cry. "I don't hear any crying?" You watched the helpers gasp and hold their hands up to their faces. 

"Maester?" Asked Rhaenerya and she walked up to everyone. 

"Its a girl." He announces but that doesn't give you and Aemond relief. 

"Shes not crying." Says Aemond and he couldn't help the teats coming down his face. "Why can't we see her?" 

"That is not wise my prince." He suggests and thats when you see the helpers wrapping up your baby.

"No." You said and started shaking you head.

"She has deformities, like a dragon." Rhaenerya gasps, remembering of her little Visenya. 

"NO!" You cried out and turned your face into the pillow to scream. Aemond had so many emotions running through his body. He kissed your shoulder and let tears run down his eye. Rhaenerya sat in a chair on the other side of you and tried to sooth you

"I need to check the princess." The maester. "I will need the room." Aemond shook his head and held onto you tighter. 

"Do you expect me to leave my wife after what she just went through." He tried to be angry but he just sounded broken. Rhaenerya stood up but not before kissing you on the forehead. She walked outside to see the family waiting.

"Well?" Asked Jace and Rhaenerya paused before shaking her head.

"Stillborn with dragon like deformities." Daemon looked up and looked at his wife. 

"Oh." Said Baela and she sighed. 

"I sent a raven to Laenor, hopefully he gets it and he'll be here." Said Daemon and he wraps his arms around his wife. 

"What can we do?" Asked Luke.

"Support her." Said Heleana and everyone nodded. 

-

"Maester?" You call out and Aemond lifts his head. "Was it something I did to have made this happen?" 

"No princess its not, there are many reasons, the Targaryen genes, flora, witchery." 

"Witchery?" Asked Aemond.

"Yes, when your mother had Visenya it was said it was caused by witchery." He said and turned around to clean the rest of his stuff. Then he stops and reaches over to the tray. "Princess where did you get this plant?" He shows you the root of a plant.

"A servant brought it in earlier today." You say with bo emotion whats so ever. 

"This is Dong Quai, extremely dangerous to pregnant women." He says and rushes to the door. "Queen Rhaenerya, I need you." Your mother rushed into the room with Daemon in tow.

"Whats wrong?" She look at you in concern.

"I think a servant poisoned the princess which caused all this." He says and Rhaeneryas face hardens. Aemond tightened his jaw and moved away from you to his feet. He grabbed his sword and was about to leave when Daemon placed a hand on his nephew's chest.

"Not now, soon." Aemond gave him a hardened stare before dropping his sword again.

"Describe this servant." 

"She had dark hair, green eyes, and she was older, maybe around your age mother." You say, your eyes starting to feel heavy. But you did notice Aemond tense up immediately but your strength was deteriorating. 

Aemond closed his eye and tightened his jaw. It couldn't be right? He threatened her that if she ever came near Y/n or him or even set foot on the land they were on, he'd have her head and feed her to Vhagar. Alys Rivers cursed his child and almost killed his wife. He turned around to see you eyes closed and he almost feared the worst until he saw your chest rising. He walked to the bed and grabbed a blanket to pull over your body, then grabbed his sword and snapped on his eyepatch.

"Tell her I'll be on DragonStone." He says and takes his leave.

"Brother, you cannot leave your wife." Says Rhaenerya and grabs his arm roughly. Aemond rips his arm away.

"I know who did this, but I just need a minute." He beelined for the door before anyone could say anything. 

-

When you woke the sun was shining brightly into your room. You slowly sat up and slowly you remembered what happened. You swallowed down s cry but it hurt, then you felt a cup up to your lips. You looked to the side to see Jace smiling at you with sympathy. You take a drink and look around.

"Where's Aemond?" You ask Jace and he sets his cup down. 

"DragonStone, he said be knew did this to you but he needed time." Says Jace and you nod before swallowing up tears. 

"I need to get to him." You say and try to get off the bed but the pain was too great.

"There is no way you're going anywhere." 

"But I need to get to Aemond, please Jace." You say and grab his shoulder. 

"Let me get mother." Says and Jace and he quickly leaves the room. You take in the room, it was clean for the most part. You tried to see if they had left your little girl in the room but they wouldn't do that. She was most likely in the sept. Your mother entered the room with a sad frown. 

"Darling, you're going to go to DragonStone." She says and you sigh in relief. "But you need to take a healing bath first, I'll have a ship ready when you're out." You nodded at what she said and you watched her nod to the door and servants entered into the room and then to the bathroom. Water rushed as well there was clattering of pans and slight chatter.

"What of my sons?" You ask.

"They've eaten breakfast and Helaena has taken it upon herself to distract them with her sons." 

"Good, thats good."

"Your Grace, Princess, the bath is ready." Said a servant, Eleena, she bad been there since you lived in KingsLanding before the war. 

"Help me with her." Said Rhaenerya and Eleena along with another servant went to help. They hoisted you up, arms under yours with hands on your back. They undressed you and slowly led you in the tub. You sighed as the warm water enveloped your body.

"We will let you soak then come in to bathe you." Everyone cleared the room to give you some privacy. You looked down to you belly and your face twisted. You no longer looked pregnant, you placed a hand on your belly and the feeling to cry came again. 

-

After you were washed and dressed into a black dress. You were escorted to the docks with Rhaenerya and Jace at your sides, when you arrived there were guards along with Daemon surrounding the boat with Rhaegar and Viserys waiting with them. You then saw a box, a small box, you knew who was in there.

"I-I never got to hold her." You whisper and they look at you.

“You can, lets get you on the boat.” Said Rhaenerya and they carefully walked across the dock. They sat you in a secured chair and once they checked out the ship they set off. It was quiet as Rhaenerya walked over to the coffin she slowly opened it, then slowly reached down and pick up the wrapped body. She walked towards you and you held your arms out.  She placed the corpse into your arm and backed away.

“Hi.” Was all you said and adjusted the babe in your arms like you did when your sons were first born. “I was supposed to be your mother, protect you and I feel like I failed at that, im so sorry my little one.” Rhaegar approached you with Viserys in tow, they looked at the wrapped bundle in your arms and then to your face. Seeing how sad you were made them sad as well, so they hugged you as tight as they could. “Thank you boy’s.” You hand the bundle back to Rhaenerya and places the wrapped corpse back in the coffin. 

You arrived to DragonStone in under two hours. Your health has deteriorated again.

“You need rest.” Says Jace as they dock.

“Aemond.” You say and your head lolls around. 

“I’ll get Aemond.” Says Daemon and hops off the boat. 

“Daemon!” You call and he turns around. “He’ll be on the beach!” Daemon nods and makes his way to the direction of the beach. You could barley stand on your own which would make the journey ten times tougher. Luckily they had brought a stretcher so two guards would carry you up. 

-

Daemon could see his nephew in the distance. He saw him on his knees in the water, and in the sand he saw his sword. As he got closer he realized Aemonds eyepatch was around the handle of the sword. 

“Aemond.” He said and his nephew immediately turned around.

“How is she?” He asked and stood up, completely soaked, Daemon guess he must’ve laid in the water. 

“She’s tired, and her health is deteriorating.” That word made Aemonds heart stop. “But she just needs rest, she’s in pain, and she needs you. Aemond looked away, ashamed that he left you. “Why did you leave?” He thought for a moment.

“Its my fault this happened, the person who did this was someone who almost tore me and Y/n apart and now… I almost lost her, permanently.”  Daemon placed to hands on his shoulder’s.

“This is not your fault, nephew.” Aemond couldn’t look him in the eye. “Nobody could have anticipated this happening, and if this person believes they can get away from this, they’re wrong. But right now it is not the time to sulk on this, your wife needs you, she hasn’t stopped asking for you.” Aemond nodded and swallowed hard. He walked over to his sword and grabbed it from out of the sand and just looked at it.

“Embaraya.” Said Aemond and Daemon looked at him in confusion. “That was supposed to be her name.”

“The Ocean.” Said Daemon and Aemond nodded, he wiped his eye and placed his patch in a pocket. 

“Where is Y/n?” 

“Resting in your chambers.” Says Daemon, Aemond didn’t respond, he just grabbed his sword and started walking away. 

- 

Aemond entered the room and saw you laying there, alone. You looked up and saw him standing there with his head hung down.

“Aemond.” You cried and rushed out of the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face in your neck. 

“Im sorry.” He says and holds you tighter. “This happened to you because of me.” You pull back in confusion, this time you could take in how tired terrible he was taking everything, he looked so defeated.

“What are you talking about?”

“The servant… it was… Alys.” You looked away from him and placed your head on his chest. Thats why she looked familiar. 

“This wasn’t your fault Aemond.” You say and push your face in his chest. “Don’t blame yourself please, I need you.” Aemond almost collapses at your words, you feel droplets of water fall on your skin and you notice his hair is wet. “Why are you wet?”

“I- I uh went into the water.” He didn’t have to explain anymore, you knew what it meant. 

“The funeral is tomorrow, on the beach.” You tell him and he mets out a shaky sigh and nods. 

“She’ll finally be able to see the ocean.” 

-

Your entire family was there, Corlys and Rhaenys flew in with Rhaena. Everyone was dressed in black. The dragons in attendance was Seasmoke and Vhagar. You walked beside Aemond, as he held the bundle that carried his dead daughter. Since he too did not get a chance to hold her, he insisted on carrying her to the beach. You got stronger over the night, having Aemond hold you let you rest completely. As you got closer in the distance you saw a man standing on the beach right in front of the wood where you baby would be placed. You took notice if the mans silver hair and dark skin,  so when you noticed who it was, you had to stop in your tracks.

“Father.” You whispered and starts walking quicker, then breaking into a jog. Leanor met you half way and wrapped his arms around you tightly, practically picking you iff the ground.

“My child.” He said in your hair. “Im so sorry, I should have came back after the war, should have been here for you.” He kissed your head and pulled back. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.” 

“I missed you.” You sobbed and he pulled you in tightly. Everyone had made it down to where you were. 

“My boy.” You heard Rhaenys call and you pulled back to let your grandmother hug her son, with Corlys joining. You immediately reached out for Rhaegar and Viserys.

“Father, I want you to meet your grandsons.” Leanor pulled away from his parents and he smiles theough the years when be saw his grandsons. He slowly got onto one knee infront of them.

“Hello.” He says and Viserys grabs on to the skirt of your dress.

“Are you grandpa Laenor?” Asked Rhaegar and Laenor nodded before laughing.

“I am.” Rhaegar shyly shuffled over to him and hugged his grandpa. Seeing his brother hug Lawnor Viserys followed, you smiled brightly at the sight, warming your heart greatly, something you really needed. You look around for Aemond and find him standing in front of the wood. You slowly walk to him and everyone silences. You slide your arms i to his and Aemond looks at you and nods. He slowly placed the bundle on top of the wood and you both bend down to place a kiss on her covered head. Then you walked back and stood with everyone. 

“Geros ilas issa byka embar(Goodbye my little ocean).” Said Aemond and tears started running down his face and you struggled not to sob.

“Issa tala(My daughter).” You choke out.

The next part you were both dreading. The part where one if your dragons would be commanded to light the wood on fire. But neither of you could being yourself to say a word.

“Dracarys.” Your father says loudly behind you. You watch Seasmoke turn his head but he obeys and started walking towards the wood. Aemond wrapped his arms around you and you pushed your face into his shoulder. Seasmoke let out a blaze and everyone felt the heat reach their skins. You ended up dropping to your knees and Aemond went down with you, still holding you. 

You cried and screamed, stronger and louder than when you gave birth. Aemond tried to sooth you but he was breaking down himself. People gave you two privacy, slowly leaving the beach. Aemond was grieving his daughter but he was also thinking about a plan to Harrenhall.

-

You settled again in your room, you hadn’t spoken a word to him yet. Aemond didn’t want to leave you right now, but this couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed all his necessary weapons and walked towards you.

“You’re going?” You croak out and Aemond kisses your cheek. 

“I must.” He says and you nod.

“Come back to me.” Aemond placed to finger under your chin and turned you face to him.

“Always.” He kissed you deeply and held you tightly. 

-

Aemond marched through the halls of DragonStone. He saw Daemon and Laenor walking in the distance in deep conversation. 

“Daemon, Laenor, ride with me?” He asks and the two men look at each other before nodding.

“Where to?” Asks Laenor.

“Harrenhall.” Says Aemond and Daemon smiles sinisterly. 

“Laenor im assuming you’ve already heard your daughter was poisoned?” Asked Daemon and Laenor tightens his jaw. 

“Yes, the person who did this lives there.” Aemond nods. “I will ride.”

“Good.” Aemond started walking and the two men followed quickly. They reached the dragons and Vhagar lowered her neck. “Its quite a climb.” Daemon nodded in agreement.

“You two will have to manage, I seem to have my own ride.” Said Laenor and the other two men looked to see Seasmoke looking at his old rider. Then he slowly lowered his head and showed Leanor the saddle. “I missed you old boy.” He raised himself onto of the dragon. Daemon started his climb upon Vhagar with Daemon in tow. Once they were settled they took of to Harrenhall. 

- 

When they arrived, they got dirty stares but Aemond didn’t care he stomped off to the mast place he remembered her being. Once he was in front of the buildings he took out his sword. 

“ALYS RIVERS GET OUT HERE!” Aemond yelled loudly, it was a few moments before the door opened revealing the older woman. 

“Aemond.” She smiles at him and leans against the door. Aemond had anger radiating off of him, he walked ip the steps of the house roughly and grabbed her hair tightly before shoving her roughly down the steps. She fell face first into the ground and coughed. “How dare you.” She tried to stand and go up to Aemond but she was roughly grabbed by Daemon and forced to her knees.

“Remember what I said would happen if you came near Y/n again or even step foot close on the land we’re on?” He asked with every word he got closer. Fear flashed Alys’ face. 

“She took you away from me.” She seethed and spit at Aemonds feet. 

“I was always hers.” Aemond raised his sword and she flinched and looked away. When nothing happened she looked to see Aemond sheathing his sword. “You murdered my daughter Embaraya Targaryen by committing witchery and by the root Dong Quai and attempted to murder my wife Y/n Velaryon, the punishment is death… by dragon.” She watched Aemond nod to Leanor.

“Ipradagon zȳhon(eat her)!” Seasmoke roared from above and landed behind Daemon and Laenor. They moved away and Aemond took a few steps back. Alys screamed and tried to run but Seasmoke opened his mouth widely and snapped his jaw over her body and tightened making blood fly everywhere and limbs fall to the ground. The people of Harrenhall gasps and the mob headed towards the silver haired men but before they could get closer Vhagar landed right on the house where Alys’ inhabited and destroyed it completely. She roared loudly and the people ran away as Seasmoke tried to grab someone.

“Go to her.” Said Daemon and wiped his face of the blood that splattered over him. Aemond silently thanked both men before running to Vhagar, they took off immediately not before Vhagars tail destroyed another building.

-

Aemond tried to clean off as much blood as possible before he reached the room. He opened the door and peaked his head inside. He walked into the room compl and he saw you on the balcony. 

“Lover.” He said and you whipped around, before you could go to him he was already on the balcony with you.

“Is it done?” You ask and he nods. “Good.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and he held you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Lets go to bed, we’ve had a long day.” Aemond looks over to the horizon, seeing the ocean with the room glimmering over it. 

“Anything for you my love.” 

-

A/n- I didn’t expect for it to be this long honestly so sorry for errors, there definitely going to be a part 3 and I already have it planned with a surprise:)

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader

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heey✨ I was wondering if you could do platonic lesso x student reader where r has a fainting disorder but hides it from lesso until she faints in front of her maybe in her arms 🥹 and then lesso steps into motherly mode immediately

thank you have a nice day/night you’re the best🤍

Good catch

*Authors note~ i hope this is okay for the anon because I’m not so sure on it :( and I must say I had to research for the condition so I'm sorry if it's not 110% factually correct.*

Trigger warnings~ Occupational syncope (fainting) scared r protective Leo

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

After your parents abandoned you because of your condition, you learnt to keep it very close to your chest. After all you couldn't risk losing anyone else now. As you grew in your age you got a lot better in managing the faints. Knowing your triggers made it easier to hide and that's how you managed to hide for such a long time at the school for good and evil.

Despite being an Ever, you were very close to the Dean of Evil, now the schools had combined there wasn't much of a restriction on bonding with Nevers. Leonora always seemed to want to help and support you, you thought it was because she felt sorry for you. Instead, it was because she sees so much of her younger self in you. Half of her wished you'd been placed in her school, so she could guide you more, but the other half wanted you to stay so pure and kind.

It was insane to think the schools would join together without any problems, after all both sides had been taught to avoid the other. In your case you didn't seem to be well liked by certain members of your own school, let alone the Nevers, that's why you often spent time alone studying. All that studying paid off, you just so happened to be top of your classes. But little did everyone know what was going on behind the scenes.

Standing up was a challenge for you, no matter how slow you got up, your vision would blur and it would feel like your body had an electrical current racing through it. On a few seconds to a minute long but enough to make you feel like complete rubbish. Other times, you'd be rubbing a tad late and would have to dash from one class to the other, you'd be left red faced, throbbing head as your vision dipped in and out. Sometimes you even saw spots. But sitting down and placing your head between your knees helped you to regulate.

The day Leonora found you was an accident. You'd accidentally annoyed the queen bee of the Evers. You'd beat her grade again, and apparently she was prepared to chance you down and make you suffer. Very un Ever like. But then again she'd been spending a lot of time with Hort. The running to escape was what triggered you off, you could feel the tale tale signs of a faint, but no opportunity to stop and listen to your body. You felt your consciousness leaving your body and your whole body falling forward, all you could do is let it happen. But instead of the cold, hard cobbled floors you feel into the one and only Dean of Evil.

Now she may be Dean of Evil however, seeing you faint like that caused her heart to clench painfully. She couldn't allow you to be hurt and acted on impulse to catch you and gently lower your body to the ground. From there she turned you on your left side (paramedics have actually done this to myself at 13 in a more embarrassing situation) running her fingers through your hair, hoping to rouse you back to consciousness. At that point the reason for you running almost ran straight over you, but thankfully the sight of the put together dean on the floor was enough to give them a pause.

When you came back too, you immediately tried to sit upright only to be held down by a strong hand, "shhh darling stay okay? Im sure your probably scared, have you fainted before y/n?" It was undeniably Lesso. "Mhm" you mumbled, blinking rapidly to take in your surroundings. There you saw Dovey with the few students who'd been chasing you, Lesso sat with you to ensure you didn't move and a few Nevers who'd been with the Evers. It took a lot to annoy the Dean of good, after all she radiated love and happiness so to see her so furious would've terrified you if you had enough energy to actually be scared.

Slowly but surly you sat up with the Deans help. A few orders barked at the others had them all scampering away, leaving you Clarissa and Leonora in the hall. "What happened lovely?"  All you could do was shrug, "it happens sometimes. I'll lay down and be okay soon." Your half attempt at soothing them but also yourself. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head negative before Leonora chuckled, "only cause I caught you my dear."

You aren't sure why, but you leant on the red headed woman and closed your eyes, not asleep but resting. A few quiet words exchanged by the older women had Clarissa leaving you and Lesso to it. From there she helped you return to her office, laid you down on her sofa with a blanket. One simple instruction, "talk to me dove." And for some reason you did. You told her everything, a luxury no one else had ever had. And instead of leaving, she allowed you to rest your head in her lap and get some rest, she'd sort things out for you to help now she knew. You'd never be alone or left for this. You couldn't control it. And you'd always have a safe spot in her office to come and rest should you need it. Unknown to you both, but from there on out Lesso would be your unofficial mother, until one day she made it official. You would officially be hers.

Word count~ 1023

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #lesso #dovey x lesso #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil x reader #dean of evil #dean of evil mother

[juggalomary]

did yall miss me. i hope you did bc im returning with a bang. anyways here’s this. warnings: mcd, child abuse. up on ao3 within a few days

A new day, a new disaster, that’s what soap would say. He was always an optimist. Never heard saying anything about how they were likely going to die on suicide missions. Even though it was so valiantly obvious. He has to be watching from his overwatch position right now.

Ghost was glad to have him on his 6. They’d been switching places more often, soap on overwatch and sniping the people trying to end his life. He never called out to him about these people. Sometimes they’d just end up dead.

He always knows it was soap though, who else could do that so accurately. Soap was the best of the best. He’s not going to let ghost die. He’s not that selfish, never was.

Soap was the best of the best, most morally sound. He held his religion above many temptations. Infil was filled with chatter most of the time, except for soap, running his thumb over rosaries and whispering to a power long forgotten by the other men.

Exfil, a shell shocked soap would sit silently, or wail for not his mother, or ghost, but for someone, god maybe, to end his suffering. He was already going to hell, that’s what a priest told him at 15. He confessed and was told his punishment.

Never repeating that confession to anyone else, in fear of rejection. At 16 he carried his older cousin's casket in between the pews of that same church. He got home and told to man up. He turned 17 and enlisted.

That led to right now, soap covering his 6 and ghost shouting for help. A bullet lodged into his spine, blood gushing from the wound. His screams would’ve revealed his position if he cared anymore. There was no way he would get out of this. He just needed to get to a position he could radio to exfil from.

The enemy must’ve heard his screaming for Johnny, there was no response from soaps end. He must’ve been comprised.

The thundering footsteps we’re getting louder needed to move.

He pulled his hands above his head, chin resting on the ground. Looking up from under his eyebrows he saw about 20 meters until cover.

Pushing his arm to unbend he grabbed for purchase on the grass. He needed to pull himself forward to get to cover. His legs proving useless he grabbed a handful of grass and pulls. It rips.

He keeps trying to pull himself forward, but with every futile grasp comes a handfull of dirt and roots. The footsteps grow louder. He can’t die like this.

He screams in pain and frustration. Johnny is comprised, he’s comprised. It’s a solo mission, he needs to call exfil there’s no price here to scoop his useless self off the floor. He could cry. He won’t cry.

He grabbed a rock and pulled himself forward a foot. That’s okay, he’ll to cover soon. He’ll stay awake, he’ll stay strong. He will not cry.

Another idea comes to mind. He pulls 2 knives from his kit and stabs one into the dirt to use as a sort of handle.

One foot at a time he drags himself to the tree line. Sitting up to access his radio he leans on a tree.

He calls laswell. He needs exfil. He needs to leave. He’s losing blood, but he can’t feel it, he’ll pull through.

His eggs were twisted in horrible ways, he didn’t feel that pain, but he also couldn’t move them. He’ll be okay, he can just rest his eyes for a few minutes. His eyes were far to tired.

Nothing from soap. Nothing from laswell, there’s no point in staying awake, he’ll wake up to the radio transmission.

His eyes fall open again.

“-nom, SIMON! COME IN!” A young woman was on the other side of his radio.

“Mom? Mom I’m scared, I don’t want you to leave me here with him again.” It seemed he was crying.

“Simon who’s there, I’m coming, we need to know where you are.”

“Mommy I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m in the woods mom. Please don’t let him find me. He had a bat mom.” Drearily weeping through the radio was not something that elete SAS lieutenants do. But his mom was back, he missed her so much.

She tried her damn best, especially since he was stuck with his bummy ass father. She tended to his wounds whenever she was sober. She took beatings for him when he was too young to know he’s a man and he should be taking it. She wiped his tears whenever he came crying. Somehow it wasn’t enough.

He still had his tooth knocked out, he still was given drugs before he realized what they were. He still had to see that sex worker die. He still has to kiss that snake.

Haven forgotten about that snake until right now the hissing in his ear was not of any relief. It should’ve, it would mean his radio was working. His hands were too heavy to really hit the button to turn it on though.

Tears were not allowed though. The snake was in his ear, not biting his lip, his mom was talking to him. And Johnny would be back soon.

“Ghost, Simon, do you copy.”

“Mom I’m not alone anymore”

Crunching could he heard, a dark figure approaching him. He had a pistol. He shot the gun, but the bullet shot right next to his ear. He let himself relax, foolishly.

The man in front of him was his father, but his face was skewed. One part of it was his father, and the other half was of price. The side with price reached out and told him to calm down and stay awake. Then price was gone and it was just his father.

He was screaming, not Simon, Simon would recognize who was screaming and it wasn’t himself. A blow landed on his head, he saw it but didn’t feel it. His father was standing there, his mouth was moving but he wasn’t saying anything. Then he hissed like a snake. Mouth open he saw the snake that bit him all those years ago, he started screaming for real this time.

The snaked closed is mouth and then said something in Spainish. This man was none other than a cackling manual roba. Scalpel in one hand he laughed. The scar on his ribs flared up as he was called every insult under the sun. He was told to not fear as, it would feel so nice soon.

Turning his head out of the grasp roba has on his face he was met with Vernon’s rotting skeletal face. There was dirt in his eyes, ears, mouth, nose. He was buried.

“GHOST!”

“Mom? Save me.”

“Ghost who’s with you right now.”

He opens his eyes, praying he can see at the end of this all. Scratched corneas would end his career, and his career is all that he had left.

In front of him, soap was sitting, thumbing his rosaries and mumbling a prayer. Without greeting he looks up. “Simon, I’ve missed you.”

“Ghost. I repeat, who is with you?”

“Johnny. Bye mommy, I’ll see you soon.”

With his final goodbye to the only person to truly love him, he can rest.

“Simon, I loved you too.” A Scottish lilt was the last thing he heard before the world went silent. He laid his head on the tree and closed his eyes. He hoped that Johnny was in the next 7 minutes. And price and Gaz. Maybe he can finally see them again too. Laswell will join them at some point. Then they can meet her wife. Maybe she’ll have kids after retirement.

He hoped he was happy.

-

Ghost was found 2 days later. Soaps rosary in his pocket and tear tracks running down his face wiping off the eye black.

Task force 141 was together, earthly and in spirit. Buried in the national cemetery one next to the other.

#fanfic #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ao3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #ao3 crosspost #kate laswell #agnst #heavy angst #main character death #don’t like don’t read

[watercolorofthemoon]

i forced my roommate to watch both LOTR and The Hobbit with me. Here are some highlights

LOTR:

Roomie: I like this gandalf dude Me: Oh yeah me too. he's a bit questionable sometimes but we love him

30 seconds later, gandalf fighting saruman: Roomie: NO MY SKRUNKLY

Roomie: awe sam is a precious boy Me, internally: oh you dont even know the half of it

merry and pippin stealing crops: Roomie: ARE THEY THE BASTARD LITTLE BROTHERS?? me: I mean i gues- Roomie: FOUND FAMILY LETS FUCKING GO

Elrond being disappointed and having strong eyebrows: Roomie: i feel like i've let down my dad and i dont even have a dad

Roomie: i don't really like boromir that much- me, pausing the movie to explain why boromir is extremely valid: I WILL HAVE NO BOROMIR SLANDER Roomie: is this bc he's a himbo

Roomie: this thorin guy sounds pretty gay if he's given bilbo this thing thats worth more than the shire me, internally: YOU HAVE NO IDEA MOTHERFUCKER

gandalf dying: roomie: NO MY BOY

roomie: please tell me gimli and legolas are gay, because everyone else seems extremely straight me: they arguably one of the gayest duos, yes. roomie: oh good. i thought they straight-washed sam for no reason me: i mean. there are a lot of frodo and sam moments that have no heterosexual explanation viggo breaking his toes: me, practically bursting at the seams: roomie: oh god what is it me: DID YOU KNOW-

gandalf is alive: roomie: FUCK YEAH MY BOY

me, explaining the uruk-hai: roomie: fucked up of a yas character to do that tbh (referring to saruman's manicure)

theoden being stubborn at helm's deep: roomie: okay i like him BUT COME ONNN MAN

eowyn picking up merry before they ride to gondor: roomie: I KNOW I WANTED TO KISS HER FOr A REASON MWAH MWAH EOWYN me:...she gets a bf roomie: NOT ANYMORE

aragorn: for frodo roomie, bursting into tears: me: whoa whoa u good roomie: ITS HIS DAD. ITS FRODO'S DAD.

sam literally carrying frodo up a mountain: roomie:...thats a bit gay mount doom blowing up: roomie: thats unecessary and homophobic

frodo sailing to the undying lands: roomie: TAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH YOU YOU COWARD

The Hobbit:

the scene with baby bilbo: roomie: NAUR I LOVE HIM

bilbo and gandalf interacting as adults: roomie: this feels like it could go very wrong thorin finally showing up: roomie: listen im gay but i'd consider it me: he's probably also gay roomie: mlm and wlw solidarity okay we're bffs now

bilbo running out of the door: roomie: again. this feels like this could go very wrong. me, internally: oh fuck how do they KNOW already

thorin throwing down his weapon bc bilbo got caught by trolls: roomie:....thats....sus. me:...if this is sus...oh boy...

thorin's obvious dislike of elves @ rivendell: roomie: okay so. explain to me why thorin doesn't like elves again- me: did you not watch the entire introduction to thorin? roomie: NO WAIT I REMEMBER THE BLOND BITCH

saruman showing up: roomie: ew.

galadriel showing up: roomie: HELLO SAILOR AWOOGA AWOOGA

bilbo and thorin nearly falling off at the mountain pass: thorin: he's been lost ever since he stepped out his front door roomie: WDYM YOU'RE ALL FUCKED UP- thorin stop being mean to your husband

the entirety of the goblin tunnels and gollum: roomie: this does not bode well. at all. the ring showing up: roomie: I WAS RIGHT

azog versus thorin scene: roomie: dumb bitch...OH NO DOES HE DIE- bilbo to the rescue: oh no its chill, just gay

the iconic carrock scene: roomie:....this is incredibly gay bestie me: i'm aware.

the entirety of the beorn's house arc: roomie: ...i like beorn. he's feral and skrunkly. so is radaghast.

legolas showing up: roomie: *surprised pikachu face*

tauriel and kili's interactions: roomie: damn i was hoping she would be gay me: i mean with the right headcanons she can totally be a lesbian roomie: UR SO RIGHT OMG

kili getting shot with arrow: roomie: NO THE GAYS-

the laketown master existing: roomie: EAT THE RICH.

bilbo and thorin on the boat together: roomie: oh they definitely fucked in laketown-

tauriel healing kili and them holding hands: roomie: oh no don't make me feel sad for straight ppl me: again. they don't have to be straight. roomie: I KNOW BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF IT

bilbo waking up smaug: roomie: oh bilbo...oh you sweet summer child...you stupid bitch.

thorin threatening bilbo initially: roomie: oh fuck. it got worse. me, internally: oh honey. oh no.

thorin's gold sickness and then nearly killing bilbo at the ramparts: roomie: NO THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GAY AND HAPPY HOW COULD YOU

*doesn't say anything almost the entire battle until the kili and fili die* roomie: noooo the skrunklies NOOOOOOO

thorin, fucking dies in bilbo's arms: roomie: *turns to look at me with the most murderous look on her face* me: *nervous laughter* so about it getting worse- roomie: IM GOING TO KILL YOU.

end for now, if we end up watching trop together ill let yall know <3

#lotr #lotr shitpost #lotr fandom #lotr memes #lotr movies #lord of the rings #fellowship of the ring #the two towers #the return of the king #aragorn #boromir #gimli #legolas #samwise gamgee #frodo #pippin took #merry brandybuck #sam and frodo #merry and pippin #gimlas #the hobbit shitpost #the hobbit memes #the hobbit #gandalf #bilbo #thorin oakenshield #elrond #tauriel #kili #tauriel and legolas

[jester089]

My brain is always about Chaotic demon in disguise character child reader with the gang (platonic ofc!) Like Reader loves Caine and always show affection towards him, Always drawing him and reader together, saying that they want to be like Caine when they grow up, with the most cute expression they have... However, when Caine turns his back to Reader, Reader will go full hostile mode with the others. like Reader will pull the most terrifying shark teeth smile to the others. Since their character is a demon i hope its okay if i say that Reader has some demon abilities (if not you can just cut this part off)

Example: if Ragatha tries to strike an conversation with reader, reader will go like "#@-4 you." Cutting Ragatha off without even looking at her in the eyes

And if reader is feeling extra mean that day, They may pull some pranks and scares on them.

Like: Reader SOMEHOW is caught crawling through the walls like a mf spider

Or Reader comes out of the dark out of nowhere just to scare the gang

And Caine comes back they go all sweet mode again

Basically child reader who has a soft spot for Caine but is a menace to others.

Love your blog btw and this is my first request im very sorry if your not comfortable with writing this request!

Little angel

No worries on it making me uncomfortable cause you didn't. Actually I liked the idea quite a lot. If you wanna request something in the future feel free cause I enjoyed it. TADC crew x Child Reader (who is good to Caine and is awful to the others.)

You spent most of your time with Caine. You acted like a second Bubble in the way that you're never really seen without him. And he thought you were just a little angel. You would act all cute around him doing basic kid things like drawing something for him. Sure you can't even color in the lines but is clearly full of love so he loved it. And acting all hyper around him. So he started to adopt a more paternal feel towards you sometimes acting like an actual father. "You have to eat your veggies if you want to grow up bit and strong!" "But I don't even need to eat! And I don't get older here. Why do I still have to eat veggies :(" But being the controller of that entire realm he can be quite busy so he will eventually have to leave you alone. The others (probably Ragatha and Pomni) having saw how you constantly act with Caine come up to you asking if they can keep you company till Caine comes back. Only for you to turn around and have a :| face. Ragatha asks if your ok only to receive a s*#$ eating grin and a mischievous little giggle. "Oh I'm fine. Great actually! But Pomni be careful when you next go in your room. Their's a... Present... Yeah that's it. A present waiting for you." You say that freaking Pomni out. That's the first thing you say to her?! You smile at the two then run off to cause some more problems. You love Caine but you can't cause chaos like you want when he's around. From that day those two know to avoid you a bit, the others have to learn the hard way sadly. You're honestly a lot like Jax only real difference being that you're a little s&#$ about it. Also don't worry about Caine finding out. If you keep up that childish and nice personality around him then he wont believe the others when they say that you crumpled Gangle up into a ball and taped her to the ceiling. (She was there for days before the tape lost it's stickiness) (It's kinda short Ik but that's mainly cause I had trouble keeping age and gender up to the reader. Still I hope you enjoyed it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[bri-norris]

PROLOGUE TO—UNREQUINTED FEELINGS…C. BROCK X FEM!OC

warnings: mentions of alcohol, weed, and partying.

a/n: im a little bored, so like erm!! heres this :)

ALIYAH MCKENNA HARDY was never the party type, but her best friends—Milo, Amayah and Makayla forced her out of the house—So she put on her best party outfit and went on.

On the way in the uber the 3 girls and Milo chatted about the recent video they did with Sam and Colby at The Conjuring House.

With continous mentions of Abigail and the whole knocking method. It was kind of freaky.

As they arrived to the party, the first person they saw was Nate—Aliyahs older brother—He was with some girl in the front yard drinking some mixed drink.

"Hey Nate! Hey uh- What one is this?" Aliyah wasnt meaning to sound rude, but Nate had loads of girl friends and she couldnt keep track of their names.

But the girl took offense to that then rolled her eyes walking off.

"Really Lia! I was gonna make a move!" Nate was clearly upset and Aliyah felt bad, "Sorry- I didnt mean to sound rude or something! It wasnt even a rude question!"

With that, Nate rolled his eyes and walked away. What a bitch, only sometimes though, you know, siblings.

Aliyah then blinked and scurried inside with her group, the strong smell of alcohol and weed hitting her senses, how gross.

She and her friends walked around for a bit, losing Makayla to Hayden. They were probably making out in a closet somewhere.

Aliyah had finally found a non alcoholic drink, or so she thought, and sipped slowly. But Milo and Amayah on the other hand? Oh they were hammered the second they walked in.

She looked at everyone around, hoping to see one person in particular.

Then she did, but he was with some other girl.

She bit her lip, and got up to find someone to talk to, as she was left alone on the couch.

Colby had come to the party with Sam and Nate way before Aliyah and her friends.

When Nate told him she was coming, he ran to his car and got a new shirt.

Nate gave him a odd look, kind of pissy aswell.

All Colby said was he spilt something on himself a bit ago.

Nate let it go, and went on his own, leaving Colby and Sam.

Sam then started teading the shit out of him, "You like Lia!! You like Lia!!"

And Colby shooed him off, "Do not! Shes like a little sister to me! And far to young!"

Sam gave him a 'Be For Real' look, "Come on Cole, shes only 24, you're 26, Thats not bad!!" Colby rolled his eyes, "Point is; I do not like her."

"Sure you dont!!" And he walked away with a chuckle to go get a drink, leaving Colby a little red and irritated.

A few hours into the party, he had heard Amayah—He was gonna go over, but saw Aliyah and got nervous, so he just went over to a random girl in hopes to get over this 'small' feeling.

A little bit of dancing later, his eyes met Aliyahs. She looked upset, but then got up and danced with a random guy.

Thats not like her at all.

Aliyah had gotten over to the guy and started dancing and jumping with him.

Amayah ran over aswell and started to dance, "Lets party till we die! I like this Aliyah!"

Aliyah was smiling and laughing, happy she came out rather than sitting in bed watching shameless and eating ramen.

She walked away a bit later and got another drink, but realized it was alochol, but shrugged and then chugged.

She had about 7, and damn is she a lightweight.

By the end of the night her heels were off and she was stumbling into some random guys car.

Or atleast.. she thought he was random.

A/N: okay so uhuhuhuhuh there ti is guyd erm…

#colby brock #sam golbach #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #colby brock x reader #colby brocm x reader #sam golbach x reader #sam and colby

[chiquititaosita]

if you can, could you write op monster trio with a sick reader? (pre-chopper joining the team)

ive been sick for the past week and one piece has turned into my comfort anime, and i still have a lonv way to go haha

thank you in advance, hope you're having a nice day!

i got you my darling! im just recovering from being sick three weeks ago. (Sinus and chest congestion) please get some rest and remember to try and rest as much as possible. good luck (I’m still getting there with you :) )

Fluff, cute shit. And just vibing

Monster trio with a sick reader (pre- chopper joining)

Luffy

- don’t get me started 😭

- he’s going to want you to rest. Even if you’re feeling fine. He’s going to make sure you’re being taken care for by sanji (since luffy says his soups can help a cold)

-“ NO y/n.. rest.” he’ll say it in a stern like tone

- Out of the times he was serious outside OF FIGHTING

- he’s only harsh on you when you’re sick because he loves you that’s why.

-“I want you to rest! So you can get stronger!”

-“so when you’re strong enough ! I’ll be able to protect you.” He grins as he’s nuzzling your face.

- “hey y/n! how are you feeling?” He’ll walk in with a happiest grin on his face.

- if he doesn’t sleep in your quarters that night or during those nights. When he wakes up you’re the very first person on top of his brain.

-he’ll sometimes surprise you with drawings (I think he draws stick figures sometimes lol) “look what I made you!”-

-“see it’s you me and the treasure we found!”

-“what’ are those other people right there?” You pointed at that pft of the drawing.

-“oh that’s zoro with his swords and sanji smoking a cigarette, nami is there stealing the money. That’s ussopp shooting a cannon. Oh look that’s robin not giving a-“ you love how creative he is.

- when you get better he lets you do more tasks just to stimulate your brain.

- recovery is just him being excited because he knows you’re being loved and cared for

Zoro

-“woah you okay?”

- “y-yeah I’m fi-fine.” you replied in between coughs.

-ngl zoro will drop everything to protect you.

-“you have to rest.. dummy.” he’ll flick in your forehead because you’re a stubborn pendeja

-“noooo i Can get up..” you fell as he picked you up for almost fainting. It had been a few hours since you passed out, and zoro periodically checked up on you everyday. but today felt different.

-zoro went to go and see you. That was until he noticed a blonde male with curly eyebrows humming and holding a dish going into the same direction he’s going to.

-“what’s that for?” Zoro referred to the dish

-“oh this is for Y/n Chan! I heard she was sick, so I made her some soup to cheer her up” he mentioned, and asked why zoro was going to see you

-“I’m checking on her… that’s all.” He blushed lightly, looking away.

-“ you know ever since she came on the sunny. You’ve gotten soft.” Sanji snickered as he was keeping his laughter down.

“Why I outta—-“ he’s just going to argue with him usually but today he had no energy for that.

-“forget it. I guess you’re right I just really care about her you know .” The moss head huffed as he was given the dish.

- “shit I gotta finish dinner!- give this to y/n chwan will you?!” Sanji literally ran off to the kitchen just as zoro made it to your door.

“Oi, y/n Can I come in?” zoro poked his head out of the door.

-“ it’s open.” you mumbled as you were bundled into the blankets. You smelled the soup and poked your head out.

-“hey.. how are you feeling?” he placed the dish of soup down on the little table near you, and gazed upon you. Zoro had missed your face. He hated seeing you feeling unwell, and miserable.

-“I’m okay. Just bored…sick and out of my mind….what’s that for.?” You pointed at the soup

-“curly made you dinner and wanted you to eat first. He said he hopes you feel better.” He rolled his eyes over the words about a certain cook. You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“awe that’s sweet of him. But what about you?” You gestured him to come lay with you, and he plopped himself onto your warm body, clinging onto you like a little koala.

-“ why did you come back? I thought you were training.” you hugged him as he laid on top of you, he hadn’t thought about it like that. Zoro just missed hearing your voice motivating him to keep going, seeing your smile, hearing your voice, especially seeing you looking adorable when mad or yelling. Annoying him while training.

- Literally you were like his personal chihuahua. It just didn’t feel the same without your presence near him. Especially when y’all took naps together after training or if y’all just felt lazy.

-“i- well- um. I finished early. it was just..that I like- training with you more. It was annoying to not hear you yell my name ‘zoro this zoro that zoro can we take a break my boobs hurt?’ ‘Zoro carry me. Zo-Chan hold my hand. ‘“ he mocked your voice and it made you laugh as you nuzzled into it.

-“Awee so you did miss me..” you nuzzled him, as he pulled himself up to hug you in the bed.

-“don’t push it..” he rolled his eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

-“I love you.”

-“ I love you too you big goof.” You sighed happily as you knew you were the luckiest woman on earth.

Sanji

- now him HEHEHEHE OMG

- the minute he noticed you were sick, you missed breakfast and you never EVER MISS BREAKFAST! You get up around the same time as sanji.

- “y/n- my loveee! It’s time to get up!!” He sang as he tried to wake you up from you quarters.

-“ really? It’s too early .” you coughed into your fist. You sounded very congested, and your eyes looked so puffy. Your natural bed head with your textured mane, all over the place. he was in awe of how beautiful you sounded in the morning!!

-Sanji immediately gasped as he heard your voice. “Oh no! My Angel! You’re sick!! please lay down to rest! Your prince is going to take care of you!!” he kissed the top of your head, placing your tea near the night stand.

“S-sanji i’m f-fine!!” You tried to push him off your shoulders that was until you ran to the bathroom. acid reflux! or even food poisoning DUN DUN DUN. You must’ve felt like your guts were being rearranged and not the good kind. Luckily it was not sanjis cooking. Because he would’ve been crushed. It was someone else’s leftovers from the previous island you brought in.

-he immediately ran after you, patting your back. “It’s okay, darling. Let it out. you’ll be okay.” He’ll gently pull away your hair out of your face. when you finished throwing up you began to wash up. You went to the kitchen to see if you could put up your cup of tea and wash it.

-that was originally the plan until your blonde man put his hand over your hand, disposing his cigarette immediately after seeing you in sweatpants and a big baggy tshirt. His eyes go into heart shapes.

- “You look adorable as ever.” He coos and pinches your cheeks. you rolled your eyes at him.

-“oh hush your face babe. ..” you mumbled as he embraced you.

-“let me wash that cup for you. Go sit down I’ll make you a plate ” he kissed your cheeks, and booped your nose then forcing your stubborn ass to sit down, after taking your empty cup of tea away from you. you just loved how he shook his hips and sang a little song about you making your plate. it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

-“are you singing [song name]??” You giggled

“Yup!!! Because it’s your fault! You got it stuck.in . My. Head.” He poked you jokingly and lovingly at the end of each syllable. Serving you a cup of fruits and sweets.

-“oh shut up you!! how was breakfast?” You asked him as you were tracing the table cloth, sitting in your seat. You’re not even used to the princess treatment that he’s been giving you.

-“ it was good, I already told everyone you weren’t feeling well, they went off the ship already to gather resources and meds to make sure you feel better” you smiled at him already as he made you some avocado toast, taking a bite of the dishes your face lit up, as you did a little happy dance.

- you know when the food is delicious when you do a happy dance when you eat.

- “Oh my how this is amazing.I’m so happy I can taste your food!” you smiled at him with a little sniffle

-“oh y/n merolineee! the way you compliments me takes me a few steps from ascending into heaven.”

- yes overall Sanji best boy to take care of you during pre chopper era.

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[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

HEAAAADCANNNONNNNNNNNNNSSSSS I need more 🫣 im a repeat offender

Can you please do HC for Ominis and Sebastian’s kinks 😳

LOVE YEEEEWWWWW

A repeat offender?!?!?! For me??? AWWWWW 😘 (I love repeat offenders, keep coming back)

Sebastian is the type of guy who is up for trying anything once. The few that he ends up liking the most would be:

Bondage - Yep, I said it. Our sweet Sebby loves letting go of the responsibilities of dominance every once in a while. He not so secretly loves when MC ties him up and he can do nothing but take what she gives him. He also loves to tie her up, but IMO it doesn't happen very often, him being too impatient to do it properly.

Along that same note, Sebastian is most definitely a Dom/sub dynamic kind of man. In my opinion he's 100% a switch, happily controlling a scene, or being submissive to MC. He loves the feeling of trusting power he gets when he's in Dom mode with MC. Telling her exactly what he wants her to do, knowing that she'll do it, only for him, is a huge confidence boost. In a (true/honest/good) Dom/sub relationship, the sub really holds all the power in sexual moments, giving the Dom all of their trust to take care of them. Sebastian loves being on both sides of that, earning her trust, and giving his own to her when the world is on his shoulders, needing a break from his responsibilities.

Impact play- Sebastian mostly likes spanking, the sight of his red handprint blooming on MCs ass is incredibly satisfying, a fleeting way of marking her as his own, her needy groans an added bonus. *I think Sebastian would make an EXCELENT Daddy Dom, but that may just be the Little in me talking. If you want me to expand on Daddy Dom Sebby let me know😉 **Also I want to make sure to add that Sebastian knows the importance of and is phenomenal at giving aftercare. Whatever is MCs favorite way to come down after a rough scene, making sure she feels his love after. Whether it's cuddles, a bubble bath where he gently messages the marks he left on her, or just whispering the reasons he loves her while he softly kisses her. Aftercare for him is usually just MC holding him until he's ready to face the outside world again. Omi is a bit tricker for me on this one, I honestly have a hard time seeing him being into many kinks that Sebastian is not, but let's give this a shot

Wax Play - I have no idea why but I think he would love the sensation of hot wax dripping onto his skin. Maybe it shows him that a small amount of pain isn't always a bad thing. 🤷‍♀️ Okay that was a short one for Ominis 🤦‍♀️ So let's talk about kinks they have in common

Public sex - maybe not an actual kink, but exhibitionism seems too strong. Neither boy minds getting frisky in a public place to some extent, if it means getting what they desperately want, the risk of being caught only making it better. Their favorite ways include, fingering MC in the back of class or in the library when she has been teasing them too much, quickies (or not) in the showers, and maybe a few hand jobs down by the lake. **I just finished a chapter of Sharing is Caring that is entirely about the trio having public sex.** Okay now that I've typed all this I think I've changed my mind about exhibitionism being too strong a word 😆 but hey, they're just young, dumb, full of cum teenagers, so desperate for each other and as someone who herself engaged in a little public sex today, I cannot say I blame them.

Erotic Asphyxiation - We all know that Omi and Seb have no reservations about wrapping a hand around MCs pretty little neck, but that's where it ends in my mind.

Just a touch of Verbal Humiliation - They love calling MC their little slut and sometimes even a whore. But ya know what, a strong girl like MC actually really likes it. They aren't wrong, and they know it's only for them, which makes it even better.

Nonny, I would just like to say I looked up a lot of kinks to do this ask justice there are a few I wish I hadn't discovered I hope you enjoy my choices

Also I feel like I gave a lot of myself away in this 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️😆

#every one of these is a kink I have #now you all know me better #even if you wish you didn't #I'm only slightly embarrassed #kinky ask #kink talk #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #sebastian sallow headcanon #ominis gaunt headcannon #asks answered

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℍ𝕦𝕘 𝕞𝕖!! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bad-the-an-enjoyer request: AAAAAAAA OKAY IM NOT SURE IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT: can i request shiraishi an, kohane, and honami x reader with reader like.. constantly requesting hugs and stuff? thanks :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ OMG AN and girlies!! REQUEST LET'S GOO!!! Also, this made me realize NONE OF THEM have hugs headcanons sooo I kinda included that too for my own satisfaction ^^ So I really hope you'll like it! Because I clearly did hehe Also is it just me or am I finally getting the hang of Honami-?! I feel like it so yayy!

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✧ Honami is really caring and welcoming, did you really even considerate she could refuse your hug?

✧ she may only do that if she dislikes you or if you don't have pleasent past... but when you're her lover? She's never gonna decline that!

✧ sometimes you need a hug after hard day, week, big challange or generally a hug to know someone's here for you! And she'd be more than happy to do just that~

✧ she's almost never gonna let go first, unless she get's phone call, someone calls for her or there's an emergency... otherwise than that, she's gonna make herself comfortable, make sure you're comfortable, and she can stay cuddled for hours

✧ her hugs are actually so comforting too! She's cannonically strong so if you decide to be little spoon, prepare for that nice feelings of safety in her arms~

✧ and if you prefer being a big spoon? That's also fine! You'll just get more of a comforting feeling as she caresses your hair or fingers

✧ she doesn't even mind if you request a hug in public or private! Hug request is hug request, and if you need it, she'll be there to provide it!

"Oh? Why of course! Did you have a hard day? Or do you just feel affectionate? Either way, I'm ready to listen whatever's on your mind. Now let's get comfortable, shall we?"

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@bleachtheidiot @bad-the-an-enjoyer @miya-akane - come get your apple pie lover~

✧ Kohane is a sweetheart, she may have problem initiating a hug, but how can she possibly decline when you're the one asking for a hug? She just can't!

✧ if it's first time or if you request it in public, prepare for smaller or bigger blush here and there! Don't worry tho, her reaction will be easier with time... she just needs to get used to it

✧ in public, it might be a bit stressing for her, but in private her hugs are way calmer

✧ she's honestly a bit nervous to let go sometimes, but usually she simply is too comfortable to do so

✧ she definitely would prefer to be the little spoon to hide her face when needed, but if you ask for her to be the bigger spoon, she'll still accept it!

✧ and when she's the one spooning you, she'll play with your hair, maybe do a little braid or curls if you and your hair allows her for that

✧ she may get a bit overwhelmed by how often you ask for hugs, but it only takes her few weeks or months to get used to this sweet trait of yours, and you won't even know before she starts initiating hugs naturally!

"As in... rigth now? Y-Yeah... yeah, it's alright. Shall we find more secluded are- Oh! Alright! Let's just do a quick hug here I guess!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer - come get your hamster girl!

✧ An is literally just as affectionate if not more! You think you can be the only one requesting hug? Oh, she accepts the challange!!

✧ you're always clinging to yourselves, it's almost impossible to find a moment when you're not hugging

✧ public? private? what's the difference?! All that matters is that she can hug with you and both of you can relax after long day!

✧ she's definitely more natural in being big spoon and enjoys having her arms resting on your shoulders or back

✧ but being small spoon sounds good too! When she's there, she might as well use you as a pillow and there's small chance she'll fall asleep while in this position~

✧ I just feel like you'd have this sweet competition when you count who asks for more hugs this day... Also, you say the same thing at the same tim! You want hugs, she wants hugs, it's like you're sharing one mind!

✧ thanks to that, she NEVER declines! She doesn't even care to get into comfortable position before cuddling, she can always walk while huggin you which is... a bit funny, but she just can't let go if you're not ready for that yet

"Hey! I want to ask you something! You too? Okey on 3! 1...2...3! Can we hug? Haha! Same thought again! Come here already! I got us blanket and comfy pillows for a reason, you know?"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @qxmmi - come get your star girl~

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