#*gives anon a blanket and a cup of tea

[ladymdc]

I had a question for you! I recently got into fic writing and I admit that I am far from good, but I found it to be fun and two of my friends help edit it and help me out. Some people liked it and I really got into it. A week ago, I got a really long, nasty comment that basically told me I was a horrible writer and that I should never publish again, plus said I should get new editors. It was awful. I don't even really want to write anymore after the hateful things they said. I know I'm not great and have a lot to learn but it was really discouraging. Has that ever happened to you on your fics? Do you have any advice on how to bounce back?

This is going to be long, but I have Feelings™️ about this…

First, I want to say I’m sorry this happened to you. No matter how much skill or experience you have or don’t have, you didn’t deserve it. It makes me mad when readers feel the need to be cruel when this is a hobby for most of us & something we do for joy. It was this individual’s responsibility to simply click the back button & go find something else, not tear you down.

That said, I’ve had quite a few unpleasant fandom experiences from unwelcome critique to stealing/copying my work, & it’s hard to come back from, especially early on when you’re just starting to figure it out— but there are a few things that have helped me over the years:

Time is a given & so is being kind to yourself, so give yourself those things ♥️ Revisiting the work & pulling out things I like is a big help. It’s too easy to see the flaws after a nasty comment, so find what sparked joy in the first place. If the negative is too loud, turn it into what you would’ve done differently, but don’t beat yourself up either. I see things I would do different all the time. It’s just a part of growing. Stuff I know for next time! But the biggest help has been my friends.

I am lucky enough to have two friends who have been with me through most of my writing journey & I have picked up a few more along the way. But having them listen & support me & give a big “fuck that person” after stuff like this helps tremendously.

So, next, I’d like to say: fuck that person.

The ‘want to quit’ feelings they left you with are valid, but their actions were not. We can’t find our voice & style & all the things that piece us together as a writer without stumbling through the process. Here, my friends & I like to say that spite is a pretty solid motivator, & it is.

Don’t quit. Don’t let this person win. Tell your story. Grow. Write another chapter and dedicate it to them. And it’s okay to not be ready to do that yet, but I encourage you to do it. This shit gets easier to field as your skin gets thicker & it is *so freeing* when you get there, but it takes time, just like developing your craft. Things I wrote 7 years ago would be so different if I wrote it today. It’s just how it is.

I wish you all the best anon & I don’t know if any of this was helpful to you, but I hope it made you feel better— even a little— & that you keep writing. We all start somewhere ♥️✨

[icedmetaltea]

I guess I deserve it since I’m a chicken and I stay up till 2am trying to go to sleep the entire time then even if I’m really exhausted I wait till it’s 5am cause of trying to get well pass the witching hour…

Aww *pat pat* I'm sorry anon :( If it makes u feel any better the entire concept of the witching hour is completely turned around. It is when the ghosts and goblins come out to eat the demons, and by far the best time to sleep.

The world is dark, quiet, peaceful and there are no responsibilities for you during this hour...

On the flip side it's also when most ppl get the most inspiration for writing/drawing/other hobbies for whatever reason 😂 I know if I draw something at 3am 9/10 times it's way better than during the day.

I think it has something to do with how way back in the day some ppl would stay up to stand guard while others slept, so some ppl inherited the loving-being-awake-at-night gene

On a serious note, trying to force yourself to sleep will usually just do the opposite. It'll even make you dread nighttime cause you see it as a long expanse of time you have to lay in bed awake during. I rlly like the Sleep With Me podcast since it's predictable but still enjoyable, u can just have some dude talk for an hour or more and he makes it clear that the point of them isn't too fall asleep but have some company whether or not you do fall asleep, and to me that just brings me so much comfort ya know?

Just remove the expectation that you have to sleep, dim ur screen/turn on blue light filter if u can and do something that's not just laying in bed staring at the ceiling but not super stimulating either. Before you know it your eyes will get heavy, so very heavy...

You can also just ask Moon to dropkick you, that always works

[qtboni]

hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?

HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3

C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses

Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.

The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.

"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.

For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"

You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"

Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.

"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.

You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.

You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.

"Baby soldier?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"

"I am so not a baby soldier."

"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.

Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"

You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.

Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.

It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.

And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.

[mythicmanuscripts]

As soon as you said a/b/o i was sold! And no omega!reader, you stole my heart! Let me know if this is too specific or not specific enough but could we know what would be the best way to court the omegas of team green? How would they want to go about it? What gifts would make them fold the fastest? Would they try to speed up the process against decorum if they got too desperate?

Ooo great question anon!! Since we’ve never discussed a/b/o before, I think I’m gonna write some general head cannons for courting omega!Aegon and also omega!Aemond and then we can develop from there?

While this answer isn’t really explicit, I’m gonna put it under a cut anyway just because I know a/b/o isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. All a/b/o will be tagged ‘a/b/o hotd’ so you can easily filter it out :))

COURTING OMEGA!AEGON HEADCANNONS:

- so obviously Allicent would have a whole line of alphas available and she’d definitely have one in particular that she wants for Aegon. Does Aegon listen to this? No absolutely not.

- I think the trick with Aegon is to find the middle ground between letting him be independent and also caring for him? Cause Aegon would HATE to be controlled but also he will giggle like a school girl and kick his feet if you open the door for him or pour his wine for him.

- while he does certainly like gifts, I actually think he likes small personalised gifts far better than anything expensive? He is quite literally the king he can afford whatever he wants.

- he could not care less about the giant gold necklace the Lannister alpha presented him with, but then you literally just pick a flower from the gardens that he told you was his favourite and when you give that to him he blushes and thanks you and hisses at the poor servant who tries to take it and put it in a vase.

- it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that he’s not exactly one for traditions and decorum, and so if he can see that you accept that then he’s so happy.

- he’s also VERY possessive. From the moment he thinks he might like you, he hates the scent of anyone else on you. He’s well aware that scenting is looked down upon before mating but Aegon found not give less of a fuck because there’s another omega glancing at you and he will not have that!!!!

- it’s also very important to just speak to him normally? He hates when people speak to him formally and put on this facade. He needs to feel at ease and supported by his alpha.

- also he will indeed get very desperate as time goes on, especially because allicent digs her heels in a little about his choice

- there’s a solid three weeks where he’s just losing his mind cause he knows who is alpha is. He can’t stand having to entertain all these other suitors, he doesn’t want them!!!!

COURTING OMEGA!AEMOND HEADCANNONS:

- most people get courting Aemond terribly wrong, because they see his strong and skilled he is and how he’s so very very intimidating and so alphas tend to think he wants them to treat him like another alpha? And make no mistake, Aemond has worked very hard to get rid of the omega stereotypes and he certainly wouldn’t want all the alphas in the keep to treat him like an omega.

- but…. He just melts when you treat him like an actual omega? The others bring him swords and books and armour, all things he can get himself very easily and none of it impresses him. You bring him flowers and the softest blanket you can find for his best and he just absolutely melts because that omega side of himself is so so happy??

- he wants to feel safe and loved and cherished and yes he knows he’s not acting like someone who wants that but deep down he wants an alpha to treat him like a proper omega so badly.

- So when you introduce yourself and ask if you can stand closer and ask before you touch him and offer him nesting materials and pretty jewellery and just whooing him like he's any other omega

-- this is because when you treat him like that, it means you see him as an omega deserving of that? All the other alphas trying to get his are rude and entitled about it, acting like because he fights and rides a dragon and does things not stereotypical of an omega then they can just demand his hand and he's supposed to be thankful that anyone is interested in an omega like him

-- but you see all those traits and just thinks it adds to how incredible he is? So when he meets you and you ask if you can kiss his hand and go for a walk with him through the gardens? He's sold.

-- During your walk, you have very real genuine conversations and you listen to him and you give him the credit he deserves. You know he's very knowledgeable and you enjoy learning from him. The others expect him to be quiet.

-- I actually think out of Aemond and Aegon, it would be Aemond who gets the most desperate and is the most likely to beg their alpha for more before anything is official. I know this sounds counterintuitive but I'll explain: Aemond never actually thought he would find a good alpha.

-- Aemond was convinced he'd either be alone all his life or he'd have to settle for some pompous alpha who uses him and who he'd spend most of his days avoiding. So when suddenly there's an alpha who treats him well and listens to him and who makes him feel so wanted and safe? It's so so so hard to wait.

-- Allicent warns him, tells him that he can't take this too far before he's mated because if word gets out that he has then he'd never be able to find another alpha but what allicent doesn't understand is that this is exactly why he wants more. He doesn't want anyone else to even look at him. He wants to be drenched in your scent and so thoroughly yours that there can be no one else.

[thebaileybugle]

Pushin

Pairing: L. Jethro Gibbs

Warning(s): None but some handsome peepaw fluff

Request: Can I please request a Gibbs x F!Reader where the reader has Pneumonia and she just can’t stop coughing and Gibbs takes care of her and is just super sweet and soft with her <3 - Anon

A/N: Everything is coming out at the same time, the break was entirely too long but here are the pieces ya'll have been waiting for

You were typing away an email to Agent Pride to wish him a very happy Mardi Gras before a coffee cup was plopped onto your desk, only the bitter smell of coffee is nowhere.

"Drink."

"Gibbs, what is-"

"Drink. The damn. Tea."

"Bossy."

"Next step is sending you home early."

"But-"

"And I'd go with ya' t'make sure you don't pass out."

"Sir-"

"Are you pushin'?"

"Oh she's pushin boss" Tony said from his office with a wide smirk.

"Shut it DiNozzo! Let's go L/N, get your jacket- leave your files and bring your tea."

You sigh, well you try to sigh but a cough interrupts it.

-

You're in his passenger seat, blanket from the back seat thrown over your shoulders as you sip the hot peppermint tea.

"You can drop me off and go back, don't have to stay and take care of me." Shifting a bit, you look over to your secret lover. "Tony might get some dumb idea that's accurate to the truth."

"Don't matter, I'm the one that got ya' sick anyway." Jethro shrugs, steering the wheel to turn right.

"I told you I'd be fine without the mask." You fire back with a huff.

"I shouldn't have listened, I never do anyway why would I start then." He glances over and lays a hand on your thigh, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "'sides, promised I'd take care of you, I'm gonna hold myself to that."

"Thank you, Jet. Rule 1 part two."

"So you did, read my rules."

"Shush and drive Jet."

-

Gibbs drove you to his home and cooked a nice sized pot of chicken noodle soup, followed up the meal with a bath. Now, you lay between his legs, head resting on his abdomen. His hands running through your hair as a Frank Sinatra track plays in the background.

"Are you supposed to be cuddling a person with pneumonia?"

"S'not contagious, sweetheart. Let me have this moment before McGee and DiNozzo start to call."

"In that case, gimme your lips."

"Yes ma'am."

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[midiosaamor]

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: modern!aaron warner x cramping fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: lately, ever since you’ve got your period, you’ve been having severe cramps and bad headaches. good thing you have aaron warner as your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cramping, headaches, mention of period blood, fluff, pain, just aaron taking care of reader🫶

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 511

𝐀/𝐍: this was requested by an anon here! GRAHGGR I LOVE AARON WARNER LIKE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED HIM IN MY BLOOD, IN MY BED, INSIDE OF ME. LIKE ID DO ANYTHING BRUH WHY IS HE JUST SO GOOD I NEED HUN SO BAD⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️(ignore my ranting about a fictional character)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

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now, AARON WARNER knew about cramps. he made sure to read all about the cycle where women go through hell, in your words. but he didn’t know that it was this bad.

it felt like torture for you. not only were you on your period, but you also had massive cramps and headaches. so yes, you were in hell.

aaron went out a while ago to get items for you, like heat pads and necessities. but he’s taking too long. honestly, who takes that long to get pads, heat pads, and more advil?

even though it was only five minutes later when he came back, he still took long.

“hello, angel,” he says as he walks into your shared room.

you don’t respond, the pain is too much for you. aaron sees that and frowns, putting down the bags on the floor to take out items for you.

he immediately takes out advil and puts it on your nightstand. “do you need water?” he asks softly, not wanting to anger you.

“mhm.”

he nods and walks out of the room, just to come back with a cup of water. “can you sit up, love?” he asks, setting the cup of water down next to the advil.

“y-yeah,” you say, slowly sitting up from your spot on the bed. he smiles at you, opening the cup of advil for you and taking one pill out.

you take the small pill from him and put it in your mouth before he gives you the water, and you swallow that too.

aaron smiles at you before getting the bag again and taking out a packet with a heating pad in it. “do you want to wait for this?” you shake your head.

he nods, takes out the heat pad, and lifts your shirt, sliding down your pants just a bit to the pad below your belly button.

you sigh once you feel the heat of the pad, slowly making your cramps hurt less. aaron moves with the bag and goes inside the restroom, probably putting the stuff up.

a few seconds later, he walks out, the bag gone. “do you want me to make some tea for you, angel?” he mumbles, walking up to you.

you shake your head. “no, just want you to lay down with me.” he smiles at you, dimples and all, before slowly getting in bed and lying beside you comfortably.

he hasn’t changed yet, though. he’s getting underneath the blankets while dressed, which is very unlike him.

“aren’t you going to change first?” you murmur, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. he pauses for a few moments before answering. “you’re more important.”

you smile at him, before wincing because of your headache. aaron quickly engulfs you in a hug, gently rubbing your arm. “the advil will work in a few more minutes,” he mutters in your hair.

you nod, not wanting to respond. he sees that and doesn’t try to start a conversation, knowing that it’ll just anger you. dinner is coming later than usual, you guess.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 12: Love is... The tea he brings me without prompt when I’m sick (Prompt by anon)

wc: 740 | Rated: G | cw: None

Tags: Sick Fic, Eddie is Being a Total Shit, Wayne Munson, Care Giving Steve Harrington

A Case of the Sniffles

Steve knows that Eddie is sick when he knocks on the Munson’s door, its accompanying flyscreen rattling under his knuckles.

“I’ve grown weak during the night,” Eddie had informed during a too-early-for-the-both-of-them phone call, “Come quickly, my dearest King. For I fear I shan’t make it to sundown.”

But, considering the expression Wayne greets him with, Steve begins to think that Eddie’s dramatics weren’t just a ploy to get him over here.

“You visitin’ Ed?” Wayne asks, throwing his work jacket over his shoulder in haste as he steps over the threshold.

“He called me,” Steve supplies, earning the rarest of laughs from the permanently grumpy elder Munson.

But Wayne quickly stops, clearing his throat and feigning seriousness. And by the look of the hurried glance he gives his truck, Steve suspects the man is happy to be relieved of caring for what sounds like the world’s biggest crybaby.

“Good luck, kid,” Wayne says, patting Steve on the back before quickly ducking his head back in the door, “Eddie! Steve’s here for ya! There’s chicken soup leftover in the fridge!”

There’s an unintelligible whining sound from inside that leaves Wayne wincing as he ventures down the front concrete slab steps.

Steve swears the man dashes to his truck before he can even get out a goodbye.

He heads inside, sighing as he opens the front door.

It creeks away as he steps over the threshold, the sound alerting Eddie to his presence. His boyfriend's dishevelled form lifts slightly from his sick bed on the couch where he is surrounded by tissues and crochet blankets. The coffee table is even more crowded than usual, littered with discarded cups and mugs. Typically Wayne would flip out about this mess but he’s already left the place for dust.

“Steve,” Eddie rasps, raising a limp hand before letting it fall, “Come closer. I fear the light is fading.”

But Steve just snorts a laugh and heads for the kitchen.

“Eds, you have a bad case of the sniffles.”

“I am ill!” Eddie argues, calling after him with complete clarity.

He looks back to find his couch-ridden boyfriend flapping back his blanket, sending a cascade of used tissues flying onto the floor. Eddie pouts, frowning back at him like a disgruntled kitten.

“Just…” Steve begins, reaching for a clean coffee mug on the dish rack, “Give me a minute to fix you something.”

“What is it?”

Again, Eddie’s voice doesn’t have an ounce of sickness behind it.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Just trust me, okay?”

There’s a fussy grunt but Eddie flops back down on the couch without any more protesting, which thankfully gives Steve enough time to locate the teabags, boil the electric kettle and add a dollop of honey to the mug. He makes quick work of fixing a cup of tea, setting it down after making room on the coffee table.

“Drink,” he commands, nodding to the cup.

Eddie grumbles, side-eyeing the mug.

“What is it?” he asks tentatively, folding his arms underneath his readjusted blankets.

“Tea with honey,” Steve explains, lowering onto the edge of the couch.

Eddie falls silent for a long moment, very obviously stifling a smile despite otherwise not looking like he is about to budge an inch to sit up.

“Can you hold the mug for me?” he asks, with a smile that appears just as mischievous as his bright and sunny regular self.

“Fine,” Steve relents.

And honestly? Up close, Eddie does look sick. Though still not enough to warrant the theatrics.

His skin is paler than usual, his nose reddened like he has been out in the snow too long. His hair is a little greasy too as his bangs stick out every which way, making him look like what Steve assumes the townsfolk of Hawkins were thinking of months back when everyone was convinced Eddie was a wild criminal.

They just never got a look at Eddie's impossibly cute dimples...

Steve picks up the mug and gestures for Eddie to sit – surely he can manage it. And his partner does so, even though he grumbles and gripes all the way.

Eddie gulps back god knows what, all gross and throaty before puckering his lips.

“Kisses?” he requests, sniffling.

“Alright,” Steve shrugs.

He leans forward to press a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips, earning a contented hum as he pulls back.

“Thanks for the tea,” Eddie smiles, taking the mug in his cold hands.

[patchiko]

Your AK HC were on POINT 👌👌👌 literally everything you said was so right. It was really refreshing seeing this kind of take on AK Jason.

AK Jason is a cat that’s been feral for most of its life and you just gotta approach him gently and be patient 🥺

I also agree… this boi is a VIRGIN 👏 this man had no game and wasn’t even seeking anything (cause 1) his mind is entirely focused on one goal atm and 2) all his trauma 😞 ) he’s prob like a deer in the headlights for any first time physical intimacy wether that’s holding hands or sleeping together (poor baby)

I want to give AK Jason a nice blanket, a cup of tea and his favorite book 🥺 I doubt it would help a lot though. I just want to shower this boi with love

literally jumping up and down. for so long i was nervous to post my takes on him hcishskshd.

psps also i see yall in my inbox dw imma get to you all :]

but your so right, ak!jay is so a feral dog/cat to me. I say dog because of his implication throughout the arkham comics and mainstream ones, that robin to jason was seen as bruces lap dog.

So i’ve always seen AK!jay as a “runner dog.” You know? The type that sees an open door and runs out of the house, wont come back for nothin.

But feral cat so describes his personality, the just standing and watching, and slowly warming up, is so him coded ,, anon ur soOOO right.

nsfw under da cut (light / not detailed :] ) ((also soft and warm hehe))

ill die on this hill,, he had NO interest in sex for so long, barely slipped his mind with training. Only got off to break off steam and he would just take his ass to bed.

and like anon said, even for basic things like holding your hand on his shoulder he gets so tense.

Subconsciously he’s waiting for something bad to happen, for it to be a trick, so it takes a really long time for him to weed those distrusts out :(

luv him soo bad needa hold his hand and feed him food.

his first time hes so quiet and stiff. hes not mentally freaking out, but again subconsciously hes expecting something bad to happen.

he feels like theres something under his skin tingling, the sensation that made him pull back many times before.

but nothing bad is happening, and it takes him awhile to accept that too.

The possibility has never seemed completely unreal to him, but really experiencing that kind of intimacy and love was so surreal to him.

When its over, he’s looking at you with big blown out eyes, and his mind is so quiet, in a good way, but most importantly that fog, that darkness he has felt for so long isn’t there. He feels so real and present in the moment.

He’s touching your skin, actually feeling and processing the way you feel against him, the texture of the cloth you two lay on, and your face.

Falls asleep, doesn’t dream. a peaceful night. he wakes up, the fogs back but he feels a little lighter when he walks :)

ak!jay dealing with everyone (including you and i my friend) thats in his tumblr tags ((link))

my rq are open im so happy people wanna hear me ramble abt his crazy ass fuckdjskbdkssndj !!!

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! I'm so happy to see your requests are open, I loved your Maleficent x shy reader hcs and I would love more for her. Can I request Maleficent x touch starved reader headcanons, where the reader is uncomfortable being touched at first bc she isn't used to it, then realizes she's starved for it and starts to crave it? Thank you <3

Good Evening Anon, please accept this humble offering! Love me some denial and a crumbling will when it comes to touch starved shenanigans, y'know?

PSA I can never remember whether it's Diaval or Diablo for the name of her raven, but Diaval sounds cooler. Regardless this is very much meant to be the animated original 1950's Maleficent, not the live action - no hate to it just not my cup of tea. Though it can probably be read either way so if you prefer live acton then power to you m'lord.

Maleficent x TouchStarved!Reader

Ah yes, her favourite game.

Her fingers are cold, and her nails thick like the claws they’re pretending not to be. The way you jolt at even the slightest contact is a facinating little game to her and Diaval.

You want to think that your snappishmess at being touched is offputting. Like you’re a caged animal, snarling away before you rip off some fingers. The harsh way you flinch from elegant (and unexpected) hands on your face and shoulders and hair gives you tension headaches and sore shoulders.

But from a dragons perspective it’s akin to petting a dewey eyed, fluffy little creature. Squeaky and trembling. A kicked-puppy sort of Cuteness.

Tasty

It’s no wonder her nickname for you is Morsel.

T’would bloody help if she would stop appearing silently in your personal bubble and scaring the living daylights out of you.

She’s so tall her horns clip the ceiling how is she so QUIET-

Half the fucking indecency is that she’ll run the back of her fingers down your arm or your cheek to ‘soothe’ you. You know. Like she does to her BIRD-

Are you a pet or a partner honestly.

If you actually ask that she’ll smirk. Archly, slowly, you can physically feel her gaze travelling up and down over you and you know what you (and your erratic heart rate) don’t need that question answering thanks you’ll just go ok bye-

Dear you’re part of the dragons hoard, she’ll consume you regardless. The lines between pet, partner and meal really aren’t all that well defined.

The worst part will be when you finally get used to the looming, heavy, weighted blanket feel of her presence in the room. Because when she’s not there, you’ll miss it. And it will hurt. It will feel like someone removed one of the walls without asking, and you’re exposed. You’ll run your own nails over your arms and it won’t feel the same.

Eventually, the lack of those condescending, brief, addicting touches will leave you wracked and achy.

When she returns, the sheen of desperation she can taste in the air has her grinning maliciously, and one elegant finger will beckon you to her idly.

Fffffffffuckit.

You’ll swipe at Diaval’s smug chattering later, you want her to stroke your hair and damn the conseqeunces. Maybe you’ll forgo all dignity and climb into her lap. Who knows??

She knew. And now that you've stopped being so silly about it, she's going to keep you exactly where you are. Really little one, did you expect to belong anywhere else?

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hey mouse, hope you're doing well. Since it's almost fall and Spooky Season I had an idea. What would a fall date with the bachelors look like?

I'm fine, thanks for asking, dear anon! ☺️

It's finally fall, and although I still have the summer heat now (damn 🥲), the autumn-themed headcanons give me comfort and realization that the colder weather will soon arrive.

Anyway, enjoy! 💕

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SDV bachelors and their ideas of Fall date with Farmer:

Autumn is the season for spooky films to start rolling, dedicated to the upcoming Spirits Eve, so of course Sebastian will ask Farmer out on a date to the cinema. And the cinema is also an option if Farmer doesn't like the horror genre. Autumn is also the season of frequent rains in the Valley, so one of the unusual ideas of interesting pastime of this couple will be sitting in the cave of Mines on the ground floor. Relaxing and chatting about anything, listening to the falling raindrops through the entrance... If Farmer likes to walk in the rain, then Sebby is all for it (with umbrellas of course), and they both can look for frogs in the pond before it gets too cold.

It's definitely the season of fragrant honey fungus and chanterelles in the woods, and the bushes are downright teeming with ripe blackberries, so one of Harvey's date ideas is a mushroom/berry hunt! Both a nice time in the beautiful woods, and a full basket of delicious nature gifts that are sure to brighten up a romantic dinner later. If the weather outside is too cold and unpleasant, the doctor and his partner will arrange a date at home, over a hot cup of tea/coffee, a marathon of films, the pleasant warmth of the fireplace and the sounds of rain outside the window. And cuddles, of course. Warm and cosy!

Considering how beautiful the Cindersap Forest becomes in autumn, Elliott is sure to invite his dear Farmer on one of the walks there. The trees are coloured in various shades of gold, red and orange, the crisp fallen leaves underfoot, and a pleasant companion... Ah, what a lovely date, and Farmer is also delighted! And if they are both too lazy to walk, the writer will come up with a wonderful idea for a picnic: a bottle of wine, tasty appetizers, the sounds of the forest and sunny weather, etc. Also parts of the date would be all sorts of mini-events in the Valley, like community pumpkin picking or ripe wild apples.

In addition to the Stardew Valley fair, neighbouring towns and Zuzu City have folk festivals celebrating autumn, with big tents and attractions. Shane felt that attending such a festival as a date with Farmer would be a good option. And he's right! Big tents with different kinds of beer and cider (he drinks in moderation, don't be afraid), the smell of delicious comfort food, fun contests, songs and dances. Chicken man and his partner had a blast! And after such trips, Shane can offer dates without leaving the house, as let's say joint preparation of caramel apples. Also not a bad pastime at home will be horror games, with a soft blankets and autumnal goodies.

Hiking with Sam! Oh, he's been waiting for a long time for the summer heat to end and cooler weather to arrive. Generally speaking, this date idea is appropriate in almost any season, but Sammy thinks it's much cooler amongst the autumn beauty. The lovely couple will make a bonfire in the forest or mountainous area, and while Farmer will roast marshmallows, Sam will pick up a guitar and the forest will be filled with beautiful, creating pleasant memories. In addition to looking at the beautiful things, he and Farmer will have a photo shoot, filling their album with pictures of their autumn adventures.

It may not be easy for Alex to find his way out of the corn maze, but he and Farmer came here to have a good time, not to win. They still came out first, though, and got some nice prizes, making the date ending even better. The athlete will also invite Farmer to a haunted house at a carnival in one of the towns. And no, he wasn't the one who shrieked like a little girl when someone's hand touched his shoulder ("Come on, Farmer, don't laugh!"). Scary and creepy places, ooooh! But Farmer and Alex had a great time, so the date was a success!

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Can you make one where reader is sick with fever and idol Mina takes care of her for the first time while sick? Please 🙏🏻 (I need the fluff so badly 🥹)

A/N: Here you go Anon! We all need the fluff tbh😫 especially if it’s Mina taking care🙈

Precious Love

CW: Fluff

You groaned as you twisted and turned in your bed. Exhausted, weak, feverish and the worst of all, a stuffy nose. You don’t know how but you’ve woken up sick even though you were fine last night. This was annoying, you had an off day today and had planned to relax and do whatever you liked. Coincidentally, even Mina was completely free today and was going to come over soon. What an absolute waste of an off day, you thought bitterly to yourself. You got up slowly, sighing as you realized even getting up was a real struggle, making your way to the kitchen to boil some water so you could make some coffee….or tea. You hadn’t made up your mind yet.

Shuffling about slowly, your arms wrapped around yourself, waiting and you realize that Mina is going to reach soon and it’s not going to be fun at all if she realizes or rather when she realizes that you are sick. A few months ago the two of you nearly had an argument because she noticed you had been overworking yourself but it was more like a lack of sleep. Regardless, you needed to sort yourself out before she arrived. As you walked out of the kitchen, you noticed that the living room was kind of a mess. Of course it was.

Before you get a chance to think through your options, you hear the doorbell ring. You shut your eyes tightly, accepting that nothing can be done now. Quickly glancing at the mirror and fixing your hair and throwing the blanket at the couch, you take a couple deep breaths before answering the door.

And there she was, beautiful as ever, standing with a small smile, wearing that hoodie you got her for her birthday.

“Hi”, she said quietly, walking in.

You weakly smile at her and quickly back off before she can get a good look at your face, removing the blanket off the couch and trying to make the room a bit more presentable but it’s difficult to be quick and effortless about it when you feel so weak and hollow.

As you bend to pick up a cushion, you suddenly feel light headed and stumble, falling onto your knees, holding onto the couch for support.

Mina immediately looks concerned, “Oh! Are you okay?”

You manage a weak nod, “Yeah, I just need a second….”, you stop as there’s a sizzling in the background all of a sudden and you realize you had water boiling. “The water!”, you try to get up quickly but are faced with another wave of dizziness and almost stumble again, gripping the couch tightly and breathing heavily.

Seeing your struggle Mina hurriedly shuffles to the kitchen, “I’ll get it.”, she returns after a few moments looking visibly concerned.

Meanwhile you had managed to get on the couch, leaning back, your hand on forehead. It was so obviously hot you knew for sure your fever was spiking. The timing couldn’t have been worse.

Mina approaches you and sits next to you and puts her hand on your forehead. You can hear her inhale sharply before she looks at you with worry, a small pout on her face. “You are having a fever. Why aren’t you in bed?”

Before you could defend yourself, she gives you a gentle push, making you lie down. “Mina! I’m okay, I’m just-”

She silences you with a finger on your lips. “Just rest for a bit”, saying this, she goes to the kitchen.

You sigh and close your eyes, resting your arm on your hand. A few minutes later Mina is back with a cup of tea. You weakly sit up and gratefully take the cup. You both sit in silence, you take a few sips, the warmth making you feel somewhat better almost instantly. “Thanks”, you say quietly.

“This is no good. You are really naughty Y/N.”, Mina disapprovingly scolds.

“What did I do?”, you pout and protest.

“Pretended to be fine”, she replied.

You didn’t have an answer to that so you just quietly sipped the rest of your tea. As you finished it, Mina once again put a hand on your forehead, her lips pursing. “You should rest some more, come to bed”.

“I’m okay!”, you protest knowing full well that you absolutely needed the rest but you wanted to spend time with Mina.

She shakes her head, “No. Now come with me”.

You give up, too tired to argue your case and follow her. “Let me just get some tissues”. You grab the tissues, sniffing in frustration as your stuffy nose was really starting to annoy you. You go back to your to see Mina laying on her stomach, her feet up and she pats your pillow signaling you to join her.

“I’m not some animal”, you grumble as you get on the bed, laying down and instantly feeling the exhaustion. You take a deep breath and turn when you feel Mina’s hand on your hair as she gently strokes your head. You consider protesting again, after all you aren’t a kid who needs this but you can’t deny that it feels good, you feel your eyes shutting as you relax, your head feeling warm and fuzzy as Mina continued to massage you gently. As you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you felt the all too familiar feeling of Mina’s lips on your skin as she brushed your hair off your cheek and gave you a quick peck.

You woke up after some time, maybe a few hours, opening your eyes to see Mina laying next to you, staring at you with concern. “Hey”, you greet sleepily.

“Are you feeling better now?”, she asked.

You stretch lazily, “a little bit”.

She nods with a small smile, placing a hand on your cheek. “You really should take better care of yourself you know. I’m really worried.”

“You don’t have to, it’s just a fever.” You say dismissively but you can’t deny that her concern made your heart flutter.

“Mmm. Of course I have to. I’ll make you some soup. Tomato soup”, she says, slowly getting up.

“Noooo, I don’t like tomatoes”, you complain, grabbing her sleeve and trying to pull her back to bed.

She chuckles, her attempt to look stern failing, “But it’ll make you feel better. And if you won’t eat it yourself, I’ll feed you”, she says teasingly.

You groan in frustration, knowing you can’t stop her but the idea of her feeding you doesn’t sound too bad, even if it is tomato soup.

Fifteen minutes later, she returns with a bowl and as you see the soup suddenly you feel like you can pass on the opportunity of getting fed by Mina but before you can say anything Mina notices.

“No complaining Y/N”, she chides.

“Look Mina, just listen-”, you try to negotiate.

“You have to finish the soup”, she says firmly.

“Ahhhnnnn, why!”, you pout.

“You are so silly Y/n”, she says, putting the bowl on your side table. “Fine, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll cuddle you for a bit but then you have to finish the soup”.

“But you might get ill as well”.

“I already don’t feel good when I see you like this”, she says, getting close and holding you. “So even if I get a little sick it won’t matter. Besides,”, she sighs into your neck. “I want to feel you”.

And the two of you cuddled for a bit. Well that’s what it seemed like but it was actually for over an hour, at some point you ended up falling asleep again while Mina held you lovingly. She generally doesn’t express affection a lot especially physically but today she felt really protective of you and she didn’t mind it at all. After all you were her precious love, how could she hold back when you were so vulnerable.

[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: sexual abuse, violence, trauma, panic attack ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Song used in this chapter: Feuer Frei! (Rammstein)

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She wasn't sure how they became friends. Before she met him she played often with Helaena, they lived in the neighbourhood, and there wasn't much of an age difference between them. They often visited each other to play with their dolls, while her brothers existed for her somewhere in the back, busy with their serious, boyish affairs unavailable to girls.

One day when their mother called Helaena home she was sitting on a blanket on the grass in their garden, pretending that her teddy rabbit had just been drinking tea from her pink plastic cup, when their whole elaborately choreographed scene was destroyed by a dog bumping into her and licking her.

"Vhagar! No! Bad dog!" She heard the growl of a young boy, running up to them and grabbing his happy, shiny labrador with big eyes, who just licked her face, panting loudly, pulling her by the collar, trying to drag her away.

She giggled, wiping her face, and it was only when she looked at him that she noticed a large white bandage on the left side of his face, covering his entire eye and part of his cheek, taped up with plasters. She blinked, curious, and cocked her head.

"What happened to you?" She asked lightly, and he threw her an angry, murderous look, tightening his lips and furrowing his brow.

"Fuck off." He hissed, and she turned all red, close to tears, devastated that he had used such ugly, vulgar words towards her that her parents had forbidden her to use, shouting at him that he wasn't allowed to talk like that, that she didn't like him and for him to go away.

This is exactly what he did, dragging his dog behind him with difficulty, and she took her rabbit and ran to her house across the street, no longer waiting for Helaena to return, distraught.

Her father tried hard to get anything out of her, but he understood little of her loud sobbing and babbling, she could see nothing through her tears, she stood and stammered out mere fragments of sentences from which her parent had by some miracle put together a whole. Her father sighed heavily, running his hand over his face.

"Listen. Helaena's brother, I think his name is Aemond, had a very serious accident. I was told about it by his mother when I met her in the supermarket recently, the whole family is going through a lot. He will have to wear an artificial eye and will be left with a big scar. He feels very bad about it and that is why he is behaving like this. Your question was very tactless." He said finally.

She felt a squeeze in her heart and burst out sobbing even louder, this time because she had offended him, that surely this boy now hated her when she wanted everyone to like her.

"− I didn't − after all − uh − I didn't mean to − I just −" She mumbled in despair, not knowing herself what she wanted to say, breathing hard, almost choking from her sobs, her face all red, she was hot with emotion.

"Come here." Her father said to her, so she walked towards him. He embraced her and stroked her head, saying that she should ask her mother to help her bake cakes for him and bring them to him, wishing him a speedy recovery and apologising so they would both feel better.

She decided that this was indeed a good idea and did exactly that.

The next day she knocked on their front door standing with a box of cakes and was opened by their mother, a beautiful, long-haired woman with a warm smile, she was wearing a thick green jumper.

"Good morning, dear, Helaena is just in ballet class." She said to her in a soft, calm voice, and she shook her head.

"No, ma'am, I've come to see Aemond, I've baked cakes for him and I want to wish him quick recovery." She recited with difficulty what her mother had told her to say, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything, waiting with a pounding heart for a response.

The woman smiled broadly with some kind of gratitude and called out loudly to her son asking him to come downstairs, saying he had a visitor.

Her son came down reluctantly, furrowing his brow, having no idea who might want to see him and when he spotted her he immediately pressed his lips together, furious.

He approached his mother, looking at her distrustfully, and she swallowed loudly feeling a tightening in her throat and tears of shame gathering in her eyes again.

"I'm so sorry for asking you about it at the time, in the sense of what happened to you and that I upset you and that you were sad and that I yelled at you afterwards because I was sad too and − and −" She mused, forgetting for a moment what she was getting at in that sentence, swallowing her saliva loudly and suddenly remembering. "− and − and I brought you cakes that I baked with the help of my mother to wish you a speedy recovery."

She said quickly and held out a cardboard box tied with a ribbon in front of her. Aemond looked uncertainly at his mother, who nodded at him to accept the gift. He did not look at her as he reached out for the package and murmured under his breath, nodding. His mother sighed quietly.

"What should you say now?" She asked him expectantly, and he pressed his lower lip together, looking somewhere sideways, discouraged.

"Thank you." He muttered, turned and headed up the stairs.

"Goodbye." She said quickly, turning and running towards her house, feeling relieved that now she had put things right and now he would surely like her a lot.

She was wrong.

When she came to their house to see Helaena, he immediately locked himself in his room. When they passed each other at primary school he did not respond to her greeting by pretending not to see her even though they were neighbours.

When their parents met each other in the supermarket and started talking to each other, he would approach the shelves and pretend to look at some products, doing everything he could not to talk to her.

He never spoke to her in a bad way again, never shouted at her again, but simply pretended that she didn't exist.

Everything changed when they went to high school and it turned out they would be in the same class. They would then get on and off at the same bus stop, but instead of talking to her he preferred to put his earphones in his ears and browse through the apps on his phone, pretending not to see her.

She tried to talk to him, but he shunned her, treating her like air. She had the painful feeling that from that moment, from the day she asked him the wrong question, she was already crossed out as a person in his eyes.

And then their literary history teacher gave them a homework exercise to do in pairs. Assigning a person to each, when he looked at her he waved his hand as if realising something.

"Ah, Evans, you and Targaryen live nearby, it will be easier for you to work. Next couple −" He said, and she froze, looking at him over her shoulder, his eye wide open, pointed in her direction, he was playing with his pen between his fingers, his lips clenched into a thin line.

He was furious.

She swallowed loudly feeling a tightness in her throat and turned back towards the board, feeling only the loud pounding of her heart.

She ran after him off the bus, seeing him walking towards his house with his backpack thrown over one shoulder, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled over his head, earphones in his ears. She grabbed his sleeve to make him stop, and he flinched and looked back, surprised.

"Wait, can we talk?" She asked, breathing fast, and he furrowed his brow, taking the earpiece out of his ear, she could hear some loud heavy metal music coming from it and recognized the song Feuer Frei! by Rammstein.

"What?"

She blinked, understanding that he hadn't heard completely what she'd said. She grunted quietly, letting him go, looking at him expectantly.

"I asked if we could talk."

He looked ahead, letting the air out loudly through his nose with impatience, pulling the other earpiece from his ear, looking everywhere but at her. She guessed he wouldn't say anything, so she started quickly, not wanting to irritate him unnecessarily.

"I know you don't like me and I promise not to annoy you with anything. Let's just go to your place or mine, do this homework and get it over with. Okay?" She asked in a trembling voice and he licked his lips, indecision and frustration in his eyes, something was going on in his mind that she didn't understand completely.

He snorted, shrugging his shoulders and nodded at her.

"Come."

They entered his house greeted by the smell of dinner just being cooked. Their mother welcomed her presence in the company of her son with joy and surprise.

"Will you eat something? The meatballs in sauce are warm and ready." She said warmly, hoping they would stay down, guessing that they were both hungry after many hours of lessons.

She wished he would agree, feeling a burbling in her stomach.

"No. We're going to go do our homework." He said in a low, slightly hoarse voice. He pulled off his shoes, slipped the hood off his head and walked up the stairs without looking at her.

He walked into his room, throwing the clothes and books lying on the floor into the wardrobe, clearly wanting to do a quick tidy up, his whole walls covered with posters of various bands, Rammstein, Electric Light Orchestra, Deep Purple, Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, his bookshelves heaving with books.

"Sit." He said lowly, pointing to the chair he'd set up by his desk, himself sitting down in a comfortable high-backed leather player's chair, spreading out on it comfortably.

She walked over to him, pulling her pastel soft backpack off her back, pulling out her notebook and the book they had just reviewed.

The Little Prince.

She felt that he was looking at her expectantly, so she opened her notebook in which she had written down the exact assignment the teacher had given them. She decided to read it aloud so they could reflect on it together.

"The Little Prince is a metaphorical story. Talk together about a few scenes from the book that moved you most and compare your thoughts, writing down similarities and differences. Analyse at least two scenes in this way."

She glanced at him, tightening her lips, feeling her heart pounding hard. For some reason she was terrified, he was sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, seeming even bigger and taller to her than usual.

She felt strange thinking that he smelled nice, that he used some ordinary, cheap men's perfume.

He sniffed with his nose, not even looking at her, taking a pen in his hand.

"Have you read this book?" She asked, wanting to make sure he knew what they were going to talk about. He threw her a look like he thought she was an idiot.

"Do you have any more stupid questions, or can we get started?" He asked lowly, and she pressed her lips together, humiliated, feeling for some reason that she wanted to cry.

She felt like asking why he couldn't forgive her at last, but decided it was pointless, that he obviously didn't like her because he had such a whim.

She shook her head and he hummed, taking her copy of The Little Prince in his hand and began looking through it.

"Which scene do you want to talk about?" He asked coldly, dispassionately, and she swallowed loudly.

"About the Little Prince and the Fox." She said quietly, feeling him give her a brief glance.

He grunted under his breath, apparently agreeing with her choice, waiting for her elaboration on the matter. She swallowed with difficulty, licking her lips.

"What moved me most was how true this scene is. That the greatest enemy of friendship, or any close relationship, is haste. That only by respecting someone's barriers, only by approaching someone slowly and with understanding, can you really look at them from a distance.

By taming someone, by making that person grow attached to you, you take partial responsibility for that person's feelings, for making them trust you enough to believe that you won't intentionally hurt them with your behaviour. Until we really get to know someone we are just a crowd of people passing each other on the street."

She said in a trembling voice, feeling for some reason tears under her eyelids and a tightness in her throat, her eyebrows arched in pain, her lower lip began to tremble, she played with the material of her white daisy dress in a nervous gesture.

She felt him watching her, an awkward silence fell between them.

She couldn't look at him.

She thought he was going to say something cruel, that he was going to tell her to stop wailing, but he said nothing. After a while he spoke up.

"I see this scene differently. They're both moving towards each other because they're determined to do so. They are both going their separate ways. There is a balance. The Little Prince doesn't force the Fox to approach him, just as the Fox doesn't force the Little Prince to approach him. They do it of their own free will. They tame themselves because that's the decision they made. You can't tame someone who doesn't want it." He said lowly, and she looked up at him feeling tears begin to run down her face.

Was he talking about himself?

Was she the Fox who wanted to tame him even though he didn't want it?

"I'm sorry." It burst out of her chest before she had time to think about what she was doing.

He pressed his lips together and swallowed loudly, clenching his hands lying on the desk into fists, his nostrils moving restlessly in accelerated breathing.

She covered her face with her hand, embarrassed that she just couldn't stop crying, feeling pain in her heart and feeling sorry for herself that she just wasn't able to give him a break, that she kept seeking his attention and interest when he just clearly wanted her to leave him alone.

She couldn't bear the thought that she wasn't liked by every man she knew.

She felt ashamed at the thought that she had been so selfish.

"I can't stand that you don't want to talk to me. That you don't like me, that you pretend not to see me. I think it's driving me crazy and you're right to think that I'm an attention-seeking girl. I'm ashamed and I apologise to you for that because it's not your problem. I promise I'll stop." She said between laboured breaths, shrugging her shoulders, lowering her gaze.

He just looked at her.

"You exaggerate everything too much. You care too much." He said finally, his voice calmer as was his gaze.

She saw him fidgeting involuntarily with his fingers in a nervous gesture, the cuticles around his fingernails peeled and red, they must have caused him pain, but he plucked them nonetheless.

"Stop." She whispered and placed her hand over his, his fingers froze in mid-motion. She heard him swallow loudly, completely taken aback, his healthy eye open wide, his whole body concentrated. She stroked his palms with her thumb, and he didn't push her away.

"I'll leave you alone." She said softly and took her hand away, not believing she had dared to do so, and he just nodded and grunted, looking in her book for the quote he wanted to talk about.

They wrote down silently next to each other what they had talked about, and when they had finished she took her books, packed up and left without saying goodbye to him.

She no longer sought his gaze when he stood next to her at the bus stop, when he sat behind her in class, when she passed him in the school corridor. She realised that she had been conceited and vain in thinking that she would make him like her. She thought there was nothing wrong with someone not fancying her, not wanting to talk to her.

She had to get over it.

She attended extra volleyball classes, loved this sport and had good results at inter-school competitions. The captain of the men's team was Cregan Stark, a tall, well-built, funny black-haired boy who caught her eye from the start.

He would occasionally wink at her from afar seeing her gaze, and she would blush, lowering her eyes.

They were good mates, chatting sometimes during breaks and laughing. Cregan often approached her between classes, throwing in any topic, sometimes accompanied by his colleagues who were also fond of her. She felt butterflies in her stomach when he invited her to a house party that Aegon was organising.

She knew that Aemond would certainly be home at that time, but she figured that he would lock himself in his room and not go downstairs to them anyway, so she readily agreed, glad to see Helaena there as well.

She dressed in her favourite suede black dress reaching mid-thigh with a boat neckline, not revealing her breasts but showing her shoulders, and she wore her favourite shiny black boots. She let her hair down, deciding that she looked the prettiest this way, and literally ran out of the house when she heard a knock on the door.

She and Cregan hugged each other as if they were friends and moved arm-in-arm across the street hearing the loud music in the distance. When they entered she saw a crowd of people, most were her friends from the estate, so she greeted everyone around her, one of the guests handed her a cup with probably the cheapest wine possible.

She took a sip, glancing at Cregan and he winked at her as he always did, this time embracing her, pulling her close.

She felt the heat in her lower abdomen and the flush in her cheeks.

For most of the time they sat together on the couch, talking about everything and nothing, she saw no one around him but him, looking into his big dark eyes as if enchanted. She swallowed loudly when she felt his hand on her thigh, trailing up and down, and pressed her lips together, unsure if she liked it or not.

However, she didn't reject his hand, not wanting to offend him, some part of her happy that he reciprocated her interest, that he liked her too, that he found her attractive too.

"Shall we go to the garden?" He asked loud enough for her to hear him, and she nodded with a smile, feeling her own heart beating fast, happy that he wanted to be alone with her.

They walked out into the garden through the kitchen, through a back entrance she knew very well, on the way she felt him grasp her hand in his, she had a feeling her heart would leap out of her chest. They sat down on the terrace bench, he embraced her and hugged her close, and she snuggled into his chest.

She wondered with a blush on her cheeks if he would want to kiss her.

She swallowed loudly and a shudder went through her as, from her shoulder, his hand slowly began to move up to her neck, slipped under the material of her dress and touched her bare breast. She squeezed his wrist, terrified.

"N-no." She mumbled, but instead of stopping, he tightened his fingers on her flesh.

"No, stop." She said terrified, aggressively pulling at his hand, feeling tears in her eyes, cold sweat on the back of her neck, her whole body screaming for him to let her go, wanting to run away, but he wouldn't release her.

"Didn't you hear?" She heard a firm, low voice beside her, and Cregan jumped away from her suddenly, rising from the bench.

Aemond stared at him with his lips tightened, an expression of disgust on his face, his healthy eye wide open, his hands clenched into fists.

"Don't you fucking understand what 'no' means?" He asked him again, louder this time, furious.

She was just sitting and shaking, breathing hard, looking down at her shoes, tear after tear running down her cheeks, she was unable to move or get anything out.

Cregan grunted back.

"Fuck off." He growled, wanting to get past him, but Aemond grabbed him by his shirt and pressed him against the door frame with all his strength.

She stood up quickly, terrified, and covered her mouth when Cregan hit him on the forehead with his head and he took a few steps backwards, Aemond's fist hit his face in return, Cregan half-curled and coughed. They moved away from each other, panting heavily.

"Fucking bastard." He hissed, holding his red cheek with his hand and walked back out into his house, loud music, screams, laughter and conversations of people inside around them.

She sat down on the ground, feeling her whole body shaking, clenching her eyes shut, a strange, high-pitched sound and a sob came from her throat as it finally dawned on her mind what had actually happened.

That he touched her in a way that made her uncomfortable and made her unable to breathe, that she had asked him to stop and he hadn't, how bad it made her feel, how frightening and humiliating it was.

She felt so dirty.

She wasn't sure if what came out of her mouth could be called crying, she felt like she was whimpering and howling, holding her hand to her mouth as if trying to shield herself from what was happening, to no avail.

She heard the rustling of the grass beneath his feet, she felt the gentle touch of his large, warm hand on her back, casual, tender, friendly, comforting.

She snuggled into his black sweatshirt and cried out loud, disappointed, distraught and devastated that she had trusted him, that she had believed him and he did something like this to her.

Why?

Was it because she didn't push him away when he touched her thigh, that she went out with him alone?

Did he think that was what she wanted?

"Shall I go and find Helaena?" He asked in a trembling voice clearly not knowing what to do, how to help her, horrified by what he had seen and her condition. She shook her head quickly, feeling ashamed, she didn't want anyone to know.

She heard him swallow loudly.

"If you want I'll go with you to his parents tomorrow. I'll tell them what I saw. He's been groping you all evening." He said low with some kind of tension, and she froze, drawing in the air loudly at the thought that he must have come downstairs, that he must have seen them as they sat on the sofa, watched them.

Follow them out.

She wondered if he had done it to make sure he wouldn't do anything to her against her will.

It was her fault.

She did not push him away when he touched her thigh.

She went off with him herself.

"No. They won't believe me. He'll say I wanted it myself." She mumbled in a trembling, weak voice between one shattered breath and another.

She could feel his heart pounding hard, that he was nervous too, that he didn't know what he should do. He put his arm around her in a friendly manner, feeling subconsciously that she needed it, that she was terrified.

They both stood up quickly when they heard some girls come out for a cigarette. They raised their eyebrows, looking at them with amusement, one of them waved at them.

"Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend now?" She asked, the second girl laughed out loud, the third looked at the others disapprovingly, lowering her gaze, pretending she hadn't heard this.

"Fuck off, you stupid bitch!" She growled at her so loudly and with such fury that the girl froze, it seemed to her that she had never called anyone that out loud before in her life.

In a frenzy of desperation, anger and humiliation, she pulled her boots off her feet and, one by one, started throwing them at them until all three of them fled inside the house screaming that she was insane.

"Fuck, calm down! Jesus." He called out to her in shock, grabbing her by her arm. She raised her eyes at him, breathing loudly, his gaze softening a bit.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked lowly, almost indifferently, and she nodded, feeling that she wanted to cry again at the thought of Cregan's touch on her chest.

His hand tightened on her bare breast, refusing to let her go.

An unpleasant shiver ran through her, she felt like she was going to vomit.

First, though, she had to find her shoes, one of which had ended up in the bushes, the other behind their barbecue, all dirty from the coals. She put them on anyway, she was already indifferent to everything.

He didn't even ask if she wanted him to walk her away.

He just followed her.

On the way out they came across Cregan and his mates smoking a cigarette on the road, some of his friends whistling at them, laughing out loud.

"Are you guys going to fuck?" He called from a distance in amusement, she felt that her whole body was shaking, that she was afraid of them and she thanked God that he had gone with her, that he had not left her alone.

She wondered if this was what he experienced all the time at school.

Humiliation.

He stood with her in front of her door with his hands tucked into his black trousers, his face turned in profile.

She knew she shouldn't do this, but she needed it.

She walked up to him and hugged her face to his sweatshirt, standing in front of him like that. She could feel his warm breath on the top of her head, she knew he was looking at her.

She swallowed loudly as she felt his forehead pressed against her hair, he let out a loud breath, something in his voice that she could call sympathy.

"Try not to think about it. If you change your mind and want to go to his parents, I'll go with you. Hm?" He asked lowly, and she nodded.

"Are you going to keep seeing him?" He asked coolly after a moment, and she shook her head, feeling that it made her sick at the thought.

"Good." He muttered, raising his head. She pulled away from him and looked at him, swallowing loudly.

"Gonna give you my phone number. In case you decide to do it." He added quickly, wanting to make sure she didn't understand his proposal ambiguously. She nodded her head.

He dictated a string of numbers to her, which she typed into her phone and added him to her contacts under the name 'Prince'. He saw this and lifted his gaze to her, but made no comment.

They looked at each other for a moment in silence.

"I'm sorry." He said finally. She nodded her head in understanding.

"Thank you for everything. That you… you know. Have a good night." She said softly, without looking at him anymore, and disappeared behind the front door of her house.

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Could you do a ddlg! Poly bat boys x reader and they find out that reader is sick and is trying to hide it but eventually lets the bat boys take care of her 🙂

Just a Cold

poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I need them to dote on me everyday

EDIT: I’m so sorry I forgot the ddlg part of this anon! I will make it up to you and do a ddlg one eventually

Warnings: none

You had woken up with a scratchiness in your throat and a runny nose. It was just a small cold, usually when fae get sick they’re laid up in bed feeling like death for weeks. But you’ve never been that way. It’s like you get a human cold and a few days later you’re fine.

And thank goodness you woke up alone. Your mates fuss over you when you when get a paper cut. You don’t want to imagine what they’d be like when you’re sick. When one of them is sick the male gets treated like the Illyrian baby he is. It is cute when they look at you with a pout asking you for soup and cuddles.

While your boys were gone you went about your day like normal. You got dressed in comfy clothes, took a tonic for your cold, and got to your High Lady duties while going through an insane amount of tissues.

As you made lunch and a cup of tea the front door opened and three rowdy voices reached your ears. You smile at the bond jumping in your chest with your mates so close. You tried to hold back the cough creeping up your throat. Your eyes started watering as you held back.

Feeling like you couldn’t breathe the cough won. Gods, your throat felt worse than earlier. Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian’s have gone quiet. Seconds later their footsteps rushed to you in the kitchen. You turned to them with a small smile. “Hi, I’m so happy you’re all home!” You said cheerfully, your voice coming out raspy.

You moved to hug all three of them but Cassian quickly wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. He placed the back of his hand against your forehead with a concerned look on his face. “You, little miss, are far too warm.” You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I’m fine Cass. It’s just a cold, I’ll live.”

“You’re sick? Why didn’t you say something? We would’ve come home straight away!” Rhys says exasperated. Azriel moves to untangle you from Cassian and picks you up, walking you over to the couch. “I’ll get your tea, darling” “And I’ll finish making your lunch.” Rhys and Cassian yelled from the kitchen.

Azriel set you down, wrapping you in your favorite blanket. He sat with his back against the arm rest, his legs stretching out the length of the couch and pulls you to lay against his chest. Azriel wraps his arms around you pressing soft kiss to your temple. “Did you take a tonic?” “Yup.” You turn to give him a small smile. “And you haven’t been working all day have you?” “I worked a little Az.” You say with a giggle.

He shakes his head clicking his tongue at you. You roll your eyes and settle against Azriel’s chest. Minutes later Rhys and Cassian were placing your stuff on the coffee table. They both gave you sympathetic smiles. “Rest sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.” Cassian smoothed out your hair and kissed your forehead.

You felt your eyelids become heavy as exhaustion took over. It would be nice to relax for a bit. And if your mates wanted to take care of you why should you stop them?

[peydawgz]

STAY WITH YOU || MOIRA O’DEORAIN X READER

Content: you were caught in an attack on the base,, moira wasn’t there to save you. now she won’t leave.

for @resident-cake-anon !!!

You awake from a deep sleep, the first time you’ve opened those beautiful eyes of yours since your terrible fate. At first, Moira looks like she’s stalking you, a clipboard dropped from her hand. She steps towards the foot of your bed, an angry, empty look on her face that you aren’t used to as she gazes upon your wounds. She’s towering over you now, muttering something under her breath that you can’t quite hear, using her healing powers against your wounds, repatching you up.

“It took you long enough to wake up. I don’t know how much longer I could have seen you like this...” She speaks up, her fire fueled words coming out softly. “And why am I always the one fixing everything up at the end? Who would take care of me if I were to fall?” She lets her frustrations out, tying the bandages around you.

“Moira-“ you speak up in a whisper, your mouth dry. Her expression softens, and she leans over you, getting some water with a little straw for you. She pities you, she couldn’t be mad at you like this… she felt like it was her fault you weren’t protected. She wasn’t there.

When she’s done fixing you up, she remains sitting on the bed with you, just looking at you,, hurting her own feelings with her thoughts.

“Moira, you’re so kind to me.” You say, and she kind of laughs. Kind was not a word used with her name often. “I would save you.” You let her know, looking at her endearingly. You love her, even when she can have her crazy moments. Your words make her smile, like it’s something she’s been needing to hear.

She doesn’t ever leave your side, talking to you about how she’s been taking care of you since the couple days you’d been out. She apparently hadn’t left you then, either. She loved you just as much as you loved her.

She brings you little snacks, coffee, tea, anything you requests she will be back in less than ten minutes. You don’t really want to be alone anyways…

She started to move closer to you each time she returned, until you were laying together eventually, just watching something together on the tiny screen provided.

You fell asleep in her arms, your bodies warm under a blanket together. Usually, she would just fall asleep in a seat pulled up next to you, but this was the next best thing. She has a little healing ball orbiting around you as you nap. Perhaps it would give you good dreams…

You awake, sitting up and seeing Moira had moved out of the bed. After a couple moments of adjusting, you try to get up out of the bed, throwing your legs over and holding onto something nearby to stand. You are weak, your legs shaking as they struggle to hold your weight with the striking pain shooting up your spine. You collapse, falling sideways back onto the bed as you groan in frustration. Why can’t you just be better again already…

At hearing your noise, you hear a noise and fast footsteps moving into the room. Moira is there, holding a little tray with cups and a teapot and she sets it down, hurrying to be next to you. She helps relieve your pain with some medicine, helping you get comfy again. You’re expecting an outrage already, so you speak up. “I’m sorry, I thought I could-“

“It’s okay. You’ll get your strength back, I promise you. Don’t try to push your limits, okay?” She smirks a little, and kisses your head after you start to feel better.

She pours you a hot cup of tea, handing you the little thing on a tiny plate- so fancy. “It’s your favorite. Don’t be unmotivated, my sweet. I’m going to stay forever.” Her tone is defiant, her search for immortality seeping into the conversation.

“Forever? Do you mean that?” You ask, and without pondering a second she responds, “Most definitely, yes. I’ll stay with you forever.”

Who knows… maybe if she breaks the limits of death it is possible. She seems very confident, so you might start to look forward to it.

[serafilms]

song 77! car crash (eaj) + jing yuan requested by anon (2023 spotify wrapped event)

chase me out of your bed just to tell me, “come back”

“Why are you being so difficult right now?”

His words give you pause. You blanch, then your face slowly reddens.

“Me? I’m not the one who went running off into a battle without telling his significant other!” Your heartbeat quickens and you feel the nerves along your spine tense. “What if you’d died, Jing Yuan? Who would’ve told me? The trailblazers? Fu Xuan?”

“I’ve been into countless battles since I’ve known you.”

“Don’t you see that that’s the problem? You rush headfirst into everything—“ you hold your hand up as he opens his mouth to argue. “No, I know that you always have a plan, but would it kill you to tell me about it first?”

Jing Yuan shuts his mouth and remains silent, his eyes tired.

“Centuries we’ve been together, and you still can’t treat me with the same courtesy as you do your job.”

Jing Yuan reaches for you across your bed, but you turn away. “Just leave. Get out of my house.”

He is silent. Maybe a few centuries ago he would have complained, but the two of you have been through countless arguments like this, and he knows better.

The door shuts behind him, and you slide back down into a lying position. Your anger is already subsiding as a tear slips down your face.

You hate Jing Yuan. Divine Foresight. General of the Cloud Knights. You hate him. You hate him, hate him, hate him.

A groan rips itself from your throat as you bury your head in your hands, chest aching. No, you don’t hate him.

How could I, you think miserably.

Already you feel your heart straining to get out of the chest and go to him. You pull the blankets off your body.

In the bathroom, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is tear streaked and you can see a little snot threatening to leak out of your nose. Gross.

No matter, you think. A deep breath in. You have a routine now. Your hand turns the tap. You wonder if Jing Yuan is already home, stroking Mimi’s fur. Cupped hands gather water and splash it onto your face. Maybe he went for a walk and some tea. You grab a towel and pat yourself dry. Is he thinking about leaving me?

Your stomach churns horribly. You shake your head. He wouldn’t, couldn’t. Not when you’d been through all these years together. Not when he was the only one you’ve ever loved.

You stare at your reflection. Your face is clean but your eyes are still bloodshot. The high of emotions is gone, and you just feel empty. It’s a telltale sign that the warring has ended. You know what to do now.

It is with heavy footsteps and only a little bit of shame that you make your way to his door. It opens promptly upon your knocking.

“Hi,” you say.

Jing Yuan opens the door wider and you step inside.

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Hihi ! I love love love your work and I was wondering if you'd write about subby akutagawa and female reading giving him a hj for the first time?

tysm anon you're too sweet♡ and yes ofc I can write that I love subby Aku. It's a bit shorter than usual but I hope you like it mwuah^^

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𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ Aku whimpers

Akutagawa had a rough childhood, everyone knew that. No matter how hard he tried to deny that it didn't affect him, that the years spent under Dazai's mentorship left no mark, deep down he knew that they did. And you knew too.

It was the small things that gave away his distress; the way he flinched when you first tried to kiss him, the tension seeping through every pore of his skin whenever you stood too close or hugged him for a bit too long and the unfading shadow of unease in his steel-grey gaze.

It still didn't stop you from trying to make him feel at ease and little by little you managed to coax him into accepting your chaste affections.

As for now the two of you were lying on the couch in front of the TV, watching a sappy old movie. It's not like you had anything else to do; the cold air of the winter months wasn't good for Akutagawa's lungs, so you had to stay inside, tucked under a fuzzy blanket you got from a shop hidden in the back of cozy alley- with a cup of steaming tea in your hands.

"You like the movie hon?" you asked, a mellow chuckle rolling past your lips when you noted your boyfriend's repulsed expression.

"It's stupid actually. I don't understand how someone could've come up with such a shitty script" he scoffed, earning another heartfelt giggle from you.

Tracing your fingertips along his thigh you shifted closer to him. "Then how about we do something else hm? Would you like that?" you cooed, feeling his muscles suddenly tense up under your touch.

"Y/N I-"

Your fingers reached his erection, causing his breath to hitch "C'mon love. I wanna help you with this"

Your boyfriend gave a quick nod, swallowing the last remains of his pride. It was so utterly embarassing for him, the way his body got the best of him whenever you were around; but now it was not the time to fret over this. Fixating his gaze on the gleaming screen, Akutagawa tries his best to remain calm as your lithe fingers opened the button and fly of his pants, sliding them down his hips.

A small gasp rolled off his lips when your thumb brushed over his leaking tip and you smiled, leaning in to pepper feathery kisses on his neck.

"Shh baby just relax. I'll take good care of you I promise" you spoke and for a moment, Akutagawa allowed himself to sink lower into the plush couch. Your velvety voice sent him into a dazed, dreamy state; fists clenching and unclenching as you slid your hand up and down his throbbing cock.

You moved impossibly closer to him, thigh hooking over his own to keep his leg from twitching. "You like it sweetie? Feels better than when you do it yourself, right?"

He gave a weak nod before his eyes fluttered shut, head falling back on the back of the sofa. Your lips immediately found his neck again, trailing warm, open mouth kisses along its expanse. God, it felt divine. Akutagawa felt his high building up with each of your gentle strokes, warmth pooling in his core as his eyebrows knitted in pleasure.

"You close baby? Wanna cum f'me?" you whispered, breath hot against his skin and he swore he almost came right then and there.

"Yes please- Wanna cum please f-fuck" he babbled out mindlessly, eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss.

You felt him twitching in your hand so you picked up the pace, coaxing muffled whines and moans out of him until he came in your hand; sticky cum glazing your fingers.

A faint sigh escaped his lips and he opened his eyes in time to see you lick your fingers clean. The sight of his cum glistening on your pretty lips was making his head spin and he averted his gaze; a futile attempt to hide the rosy blush that tinted his cheeks.

Tucking him back in his pants you scooted closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Now that wasn't that bad, was it?" you smiled and he felt his heart flutter. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulder, gently rubbing your arm; with a relieved sigh he finally brought himself to face you again, a sweet little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thanks. I... needed this."

"Anytime love"

You spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms under that fluffy blanket, lulled into a deep slumber by the soft sounds of the TV. Right before he fell asleep you called out his name, your voice a low whisper.

"Hey Ryuu..."

"What?" he hummed in response, face buried in your silky hair; breathing in your honeyed scent.

"You taste fucking amazing"