#queen poppy x reader fluff

[broz0neglitters]

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 💜💖

Poppy x Val Dating Headcanons

warning: Cussing

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Blogger notes: I know you all are probably sick of reading my SMUT and NSFW but I'm giving that a break anyways I decide to write some fluff and non smut for poppy and val in trollstopia I personally ship them they are total girlfriends haha anyways I feel like poppy can both date branch and val at the same time so I'll probably write a poly relationship w poppy,branch and val I'll even do a smut one in the future but in the mean time here's some fluff and non-smut for you all while I take a break enjoy <3

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-Poppy Knows that her girlfriend Val loves her but she wouldn’t admit that Val loves her intentionally

-Val is shy about telling poppy how she feels such as "I love you." and stuff

-Val isn't much of a PDA But she'll only let poppy hold her hands/link arms with her that its much like branch she would rather keep that PDA Private or when she's alone

-Poppy and Val has a whole playlist of songs that they will listen to when they hangout or do stuff together etc

-Val isn't big on going out on a date but she'll definitely take poppy on a date once a week but it usally something that val would do rather than what poppy would do poppy was hoping that her rockstar Gf would take her on a picnic date

-Val is overprotective of poppy she won't let any trolls near poppy not even branch or her father...

"Uhh, Vals Can I please just talk to my dad please you know him he would never hurt me." Poppy said

"Oh, Sorry poppy I'll put him down." Val said

-Val was deadass afraid that poppy father would think bad about her because she made a bad first impression

-Poppy Would drag Val to a taylor swift concert

-Val and Poppy had taylor swift friendship Bracelets <3

-Val Loves it when poppy hugs her and flirt w her it makes her blush she won’t admit that

-They have matching phone case and everything Holly wasn't jealous she knew that poppy and Val are dating so she doesn’t mind

-They have nicknames for each-other but Val allowed poppy to call her nickname when they are alone

-During their alone time Val and Poppy would lay on top of each-other the couch while Val Combed her soft fingers through poppy hair Val likes how soft poppy hair were

-Val would watch what ever poppy watches but sooner she would beg poppy to let her pick a movie/show

"Okay, if I let you watch your show/Movie if I get scared promise me you'll hold me?" Poppy said giving her that puppy eye

As Val groans "Okay, fine pop squeaks" (I think I spelled that wrong)

-Val Would let poppy play,style her hair

-Val usally spends the weekends with poppy meaning that they have sleepovers

-Poppy would be the one to wake Val up cause Val likes to sleep in

-Val don’t mind hugging other trolls but she will and can hug poppy for hours even days even til death due them apart

-Val Loves brushing poppy soft hair even if poppy did or didn't ask Val would still brush poppy hair because Val loves how soft her hair was so Val desperately ask poppy for a hair care routine

-Poppy try to get Val to say I love you to her so poppy would have to force it on Val so she and Val would watch a romantic movie together

"So Val, Is there somthing you wanna say to me?" Poppy asked teasing her

"Uh, no poppy I clearly don't and why are we watching this romance movie anyways is making me feel weird." Val said looking away you can tell she's blushing

-At the end of the movie she would give val a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for watching a movie with me I love you do you love me?" poppy asked teasing Val again knowing that she was feeling weird and she was blushing the whole time

-Val was so annoyed by her GF so she was even blushing harder "Okay fine Poppy since you want to hear it Fuck it I love you okay happy." Val said crossing her arm looking away blushing....

*Poppy was blushing nonstop since then* ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

/) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ (puff puff) Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated! *Blush*

[brights-place]

Creek, Synth, and Trollex first kiss headcannons maybe?🙇🙇

First Kiss Headcannons

Pairings: Synth X Reader, Creek X Reader, Trollex X Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: First kiss headcannons! YIPPEEEE!

Creek

- your first kiss was when you two finish creek teaching an yoga class - You two were packing up and he couldn't help but smile at you when you two finished and he was holding your waist as you kissed his cheek which he did the same - This turned into you kissing Creeks freckles as he cups your hand as you two stare at eachother with an soft gaze before leaning in - Your lips connected as his lips felt soft yet rough as he was holding you like you would be gone - When he pulls away as you two pulled away and smiled you couldn't help but giggle when he smiles at you with an huge grin as you two soon kissed again softly and happily before you two go back to packing up - Though creek was calm he was melting on the inside contemplating everything and why he did that while your on the other side giggling to yourself

Synth

- Tackles you into an hug after an rave and snuggles into you which leads up to you holding him close to your chest and rubbing his back as he grins - Synth was still hyper as he then started to twist and turn around your arms as you laugh kissing his cheek well you WERE suppose to kiss his cheek but he turned to face you but you two accidentally kissed - You two froze processing what had just happened as Synth brightened up more and tackled you straddling your hisp as he kisses you deeply with an huge smile - He wouldn't stop kissing you and always saying 'I love you' many times which made you grin - Synth's lips were soft and sweet like cherries as he left kisses all over your face and hands before kissing your lips longer once more - Golden retriever energy boyfriend>> (goes for Trollex aswell) - This male was so addicted to your kisses now everyday he would pop out of nowhere and kiss you

Trollex

- His arms wrapped around you after his kingly duties he was tired from partying and having to do his job - He couldn't help but sigh in relief in your arms as you cupped his face asking him if he was alright which he was - You two were staring at eachother lovingly and trollex couldn't help but admire how gorgeous/handsome you were in his eyes - You peppered his freckles with kisses as he chuckled peppering your face back with kisses before 'accidentally' kissing your lips his lips touching yours softly - His eyes widened when realizing what he did as he quickly went to apologize thinking he went to fast but when you pulled him back in he froze before melting into the kiss making ti turn rough yet loving - His hands gripped onto you as he laughed happily when pulling away and kissing you once more - Golden retriever energy boyfriend>>

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[achaoticeternal]

you matter to me.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x READER

summary: they all told you it would be difficult to love him. word count: 0.9k a/n: listen to you matter to me - sara bareilles warnings: sweet, sweet fluff; not proof reader; afab reader

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"I thought I would find you here," Aemond turned his head to see you approaching him, your figure descending from the stairs.

He had just seen his strong nephews observe his training sessions with Ser Criston. At least until they ran back under the protective gaze of their mother, Rhaenyra.

"My lady," He looked at you with a slight smirk, setting his sword down on the table of the armory. A part of him wished you had arrived earlier so that you could see another one of his victories in sparring against the Kingsmen, "How might I be of service?"

You offered him a warm smile with your simple response, "I just wanted to see you..."

Your relationship with the prince was... interesting. With your family being in direct service to the Throne, you had practically grown up in the Keep with the Targaryen children. Though you had been close friends with Aemond for years, things had only recently shifted. Every time his brother or nephews tormented him, his studies or training frustrated him, and even when he lost his eye... you were there to comfort him. It shouldn't have been that shocking when nearly three moons ago, the Queen and your Lord Father announced the betrothal between you and the prince.

"Do you think you have time to take a walk with me through the gardens?" You asked politely.

Aemond reflected for a moment before offering a curt nod, "As long as you do not mind walking with me after I've trained."

"I never mind walking with you, my prince," You smiled to him, looking at him with a loving look that he hadn't quite expected, "I find myself quite lucky to have the chance to have your company as often as I do."

The corners of his lips tipped upwards for just a moment before settling back into their typical half-smirk. Aemond offered out his arm to you which you willingly accepted. Upon tucking yourself into his side, you wiped off a patch of dirt on the sleeve of his shirt that must've gotten there during his sparring.

As you walk through the fine gardens of the Keep, you passed by plenty of other nobles who were there to hear the trial that would occur the next day. They would bow their heads to both of you, but very few sparred any words to the pair. Yet as soon as they were passed you both, their faint whispers could be heard.

To be betrothed to a Targaryen prince used to be an honor... That poor girl, I do hope he treats her decently, at least... Such a beauty, wasted on such a beast...

With each encounter and following remark, Aemond grew more tense. His jaw was clenched and his posture had stiffened up, making him isolated from you despite your close proximity.

But as soon as you saw him wince slightly, no doubt due to the pain his scar would cause him, you suggested you both return inside.

"Are you tired of the gardens?" He snipped at you, "Or tired of being seen with the One-Eyed Prince?"

Though he had sparked quite the attitude, you replied calmly, "My prince, I know when you are in pain and I do not wish for it to turn into a headache from the noise and bustle of the Keep. Please, allow me to help you... let me take care of you..."

Aemond begrudgingly allowed you to return with him to his private chambers, though a maid also accompanied the pair of you. Just because you were betrothed did not mean you were allowed to be completely unchaperoned. After unbuckling his eye patch, you gingerly pressed the cool, damp cloth on the edges of the scar.

"If it hurts too much, I can have Milk of the Poppy sent for," You told him so that he may consider it.

"No, no," He shook his head slightly, "I've seen what it has done to my father and I do not wish for that."

When he waved your hand away from his face, you instead took to sitting beside him as he rested. You grabbed the eyepatch from his nightstand and gently began to clean the fine leather.

Aemond watchfully observed as your cleaned his patch. He watched as you carefully wiped each crevice and even the strap that rested around his head. The kind gestures caused a warmth to spread through his chest.

Suddenly, he felt guilty once more for snapping at you in the gardens earlier that hour, "My lady, you are too considerate for helping me."

"I do not mind it, my prince," You shrugged off the words as you returned the patch and cloth to their spots on the dresser.

"It is too much, more than I deserve, I'm afraid," He shook his head, his eye refusing to meet yours.

Softly, you rested your hand atop of his, "It is not too much. I do it because I lo—"

You stopped yourself, not wanting to burden him with words he was not quite prepared to hear. Then, you intertwined your fingers with his before speaking once more, "I do it because you matter to me, which is never too much to ask from someone who truly cares for you."

Aemond did not respond with his words. Instead, he simply looked to you. But it was a look that said a thousand words, as he gently squeezed your intertwined hands three times.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

The Farewell before the war

Aegon x aunt!reader

warning : targaryen incest, no use of Y/n, mentioning/implied war and death, kiss, mentioned sex, minor hurt/comfort, some fluff, age gap (Aegon 20s and reader early 40s)

Summary : The war was about to begin and the dance of the dragons would begin as soon as both sides mounted their dragons and both sides raised their swords. The farewell they knew was one that would last forever...a farewell that broke the queer custom of family.

Info : So with season 2 coming up my own sanity and the trauma we all will be getting I have written this as a little something. Have fun reading ;)

ps : He looks so good in the gif

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Screams were the last to echo through the castle as the mood was still as exuberant as it could be. Aegon, crowned king after the death of his father, was the man the young king could say he was glad the Targaryen king had died...finally died.

The only thing he got from his father besides looks was ungratefulness, disgust and hopelessness. His father had never believed in him, never liked him, maybe there was a moment in his life when Aegon was still a helpless little baby that his father was proud of, proud to finally have a son, but that was almost two decades ago and it didn't matter anymore.

Not only did he now have the crown of Maegor on his head. The light-coloured hair that he really hated, which he had kept short a few years ago and was slowly beginning to see as a weapon.

Slowly beginning to see himself as a weapon. His people adored him, his mother was happy, Heleana his beloved sister wife for the first time did not flee reality but enjoyed her role as Queen with their children.

A fact that took guilt from his heart...even if he never wanted to marry her, at least there was this sense of responsibility towards himself, her and their soon to be three children.

His younger brother Aemond no longer simply saw him as that, he recognised him as the rightful dragon he could command and it seemed the respect between them was slowly building as he sat on the throne.

Wearing the colour green of his mother, the green he learned to love the green of his family and the gold of his father, the gold of his other side the gold of his aunt the youngest and only sister of the former king Viserys. The black one created among the golden dragons a firewyrm a dragon born without wings.

Her actual twin, Prince Aegon, died less than a year later. Daemon and Viserys have always secretly blamed her for the death of their mother because she caused the complications. Of course, only a woman could do this. But it was his aunt that the new and young king had adored for years.

She never saw him for what he was. A mistake a challenge for anyone. No, he was ,,My perfect dragon" as she had always called him ever since he could remember. Whether it was accompanying him to his chamber and looking after him when he was drunk on wine or milk of the poppy.

She was always there for him with open arms, encouraging him when it came to important adventures, taking care of his injuries at the hands of the king, the queen or his own grandfather. She was also the one who gave him something he had wanted from her for a long time.

Something he knew he would eventually have to share with his wife, but the mere thought of his own sister... no, it disgusted him, which is why the then prince came to his aunt in the chambers. Perhaps it was the wine, her evening dress that lay so light and airy on her body, the colour gold that caught his eye.

She never wore red or black, preferring gold instead. It was a few years ago that he could finally have her, he didn't care that she was older than his own mother. It didn't matter that they had the same blood, it didn't matter that they were princess and prince.

It didn't matter that when he kissed her, tasting the sweet fruit, he was almost trembling with rejection. Her gentle hands laid on his as she tried to push him away for a moment but he wouldn't let her. He deserved love and appreciation too, his teary grey blue eyes looking up at her violet ones.

It was those eyes they both couldn't get away from as she let her own nephew touch her again. He remembered his insecurity but was always reassured by her voice.

The wine that influenced his senses was taken away by her. The pain from the last blow faded as she kissed his cheek. Her warm, soft body beneath his, his hands touching hers came together and they held each other.

He felt safe, he was worth loving and she could give her love to someone. His lips on her body, kissing every part of her, watching her move beneath him. Surprised by his own almost clumsy noises when she soothed him with kisses.

He wasn't used to being treated so…gently and lovingly. She really showed him what it meant to be loved and not just a fuck with a whore. It was the night that not only he learnt what it meant to be a dragon it was the night he promised her that one day she would no longer be a firewyrm.

,,You will become a dragon one day, Princess...I promise," he had said to her as he lay beside her, but there was a determination in his gaze that seemed to burn like fire between them then. When he took her hand in a tender, almost gentle gesture, her fingers kissed his while she stroked his light-coloured, tousled hair.

His eyes met hers again, ,,You are so beautiful " he had murmured, almost amused at how easily he could make his aunt blush. ,,Aegon...you perfect naive dragon," she had replied and pulled him close, but he had sensed that she was trembling.

At the time he had thought it was from the act, but now he knew she had been crying silently. She had cried for him because she knew that the gods would punish him more severely than her. But now it had been years and had anything changed?

He had children with his own sisters, more princes and a princess, his three little dragons, his own flesh and blood that he guarded. His mother, the Queen Dowager, seemed to be suffering even more than usual after the aftermath that had taken over the entire court.

Aemond, his own brother, had killed their common nephew Lucerys Velaryon. ,,Our sister's second bastard is dead," he had muttered as he withdrew from the small council, a smile trying to steal onto his lips but unable to do so.

He couldn't not in the knowledge that the fire inside him was telling him it wasn't over yet. Oh how right he was to be as the banners were lowered to their respective sides and the weapons were forged. So it was his duty to go into battle, not on the throne but on his dragon Sunfyre.

But it was during this time when he was training with his brother and sworn sword Criston Cole that her golden dress became less and less visible. A sadness emanated from her when he saw her, his own naive anticipation only seemed to fuel her fear.

But no matter what he tried, no smile would appear on her lips until the day he stood alone in the dragon pit and the golden sun had not yet fully risen. His eyes were fixed with fascination on his dragon, the most beautiful dragon that ever existed, a pride he was only too happy to show.

He heard someone, footsteps come to him as Sunfyre gave an almost cheerful hiss and moved his head in the direction of the entrance. ,,A golden morning for two beautiful naive perfect dragons" he heard her voice after days if not weeks and stopped in front of his dragon as he just watched her.

She no longer wore the gold, on the contrary it was his own colour reflected in his eyes. A dress with armour elements in green and gold that Targaryen had turned green.

A warrior, a dragon rider without a dragon, a diplomat who would be dispatched with a sword if she had to. ,,Naive? The fire on the war we will win," he said faster than he thought and heard her cagey laugh, which was underlined by a roar from Sunfyre. Perhaps there was once a possibility of a connection between the two of them, but these were years away.

His princess aunt approached him and placed her hand on the dragon's muzzle, the warmth seeming to soothe them both before she placed her hand on her king's cheek. ,,You know the distribution of troops, the numbers...the dragons and yet Aegon you maintain the notion of victory...a future of fire" she began, looking back at the dragon who also watched her, the beast though as old as its rider seemed to know what it would mean once they flew away from Kingslanding.

It would mean a war in which the green were outnumbered, a war of force and violence, a war in which once again she could do nothing without a dragon of her own.

A thought that Aegon slowly seemed to understand as he placed his hand on hers, his armour rattling slightly but still maintaining his slight, almost cheeky grin. ,,A war yes, but I promised you a dragon...a dragon of iron you shall have" he said, seeing with pleasure her confusion as he took her hand and led her lightly to the entrance of the dragon pit.

Despite everything, he held her tightly, held her firmly, held her as a king should, held the woman he loved, held the thing that had given him what he had always needed. Love.

She could feel the gold of the morning sun shining on them both as his hand gently wrapped around her hip, a grin on his face as he pointed to the castle, directly to the site of the throne room. ,,A dragon of iron that you will rule in my absence... and my death if it comes," he said so lightly that she thought for a moment he had lost his mind, but no, when she turned to him she saw that he meant it.

That for a moment he didn't seem naive was not beside him. He truly seemed like a king who kept promises, like someone who also recognised and believed in her. ,,You promised," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her, the tension, the fear, the lies that were in the face of her own brothers' hatred.

She was something, she was a dragon of iron...the true king had promised her and kept his promise. ,,Oh my dear Aegon," she said and only seconds later felt his lips on hers again, his hands holding her close then as now.

His scent of leather, metal and fire met her sweet smell of smoke. ,,A farewell to the true queen who will be now," he replied, pulling her a little tighter against him.

A kiss goodbye, a kiss with a promise of a goodbye as the sun rose over the city and Aegon with Sunfyre, Aemond set upon Vhagar and the troops.

A farewell they knew would be one of the last as she sat on the throne that was gold and green and the princess received her promise in the midst of a war of fire and blood.

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[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Request: Would you be ok with Broppy x male reader….like a polyamorous relationship w them…just a little scenario or something…

A/N: Yeah!! Broppy x male reader coming up :D

Broppy x male reader

Summary: Reader is the newest addition to Poppy and Branch's relationship. He isn't sure how to act knowing that he's dating the queen of pop, and the queen's first boyfriend. Poppy and Branch show Reader that dating them isn't as complicated as he's thinking it's going to be.

Warnings: Fluff, dating, reader is an overthinker, happy ending!

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Y/N woke up to the sun coming through his window. It was a lot brighter than it normally is. He grumbled and covered his eyes so he could adjust before he sat up in his bed. When he fully gained consciousness, he saw Poppy standing at the foot of his bed, a smile on her face.

He was shocked to see the queen in his house, and was wondering what she was doing here, until he remembered that he was dating her and allowed her access to his house at anytime during the day. He smiled back at Poppy as he threw his covers to the side and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and looked around, seeing Branch standing in the doorway. Y/N was still a little tired, but wanted the two of them to feel welcomed.

"Would you two like anything to drink? Or maybe some breakfast?" Y/N spoke in his morning voice, a bit raspier than his normal voice. It always made Poppy excited when she heard it, and Y/N knew Poppy was waving her hands around while he walked to his kitchen.

"Oh no, we're good." Branch spoke up as he walked into the house and closed the door. Poppy moved and sat down at Y/N's dining room table, along with Branch. "You might want to eat something light if you're going to eat right now, Poppy has something planned."

Y/N leaned on his kitchen counter with a brow raised at Branch before Poppy started to giggle. Y/N smiled and turned to grab a cup of yogurt from his fridge. Once he was done eating his yogurt, he sat down with Branch and Poppy at the table. Poppy started talking, rambling quickly, and Y/N rubbed his sleepy face. "Poppy, slow down. I just woke up.."

"Right, sorry!" Poppy spoke with a smile on her face as she took a breath in, then blew it out. "Ok, so for our one month anniversary, I was thinking we could have a picnic. I have everything set up already at my house and I was just wondering if you would be interested in that!" Y/N took in Poppy's words, and then nodded.

"Sounds good to me, I just need to get ready." Poppy smiled and stood up from her seat quickly, knocking it over. She quickly moved to pick up the chair and put it back where it was before she sat down. Branch stood up as well and walked towards the door.

"Great! I'll go set up right now, you get ready, Branch will take you to the spot when you're done!!" Poppy spoke excitedly as she ran out the door that Branch had opened.

"I'll be waiting outside, take as long as you need." Branch spoke softly as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Y/N began to panic. He needed the perfect outfit for today, he forgot where he set his gifts down for Poppy and Branch, he was shaking. He took a deep breath and tried to recall where he put the gifts.

"Under the bed? No.. Uhm.. in the cabinet..? I think so.. I'll check after I'm dressed and ready.."

Y/N got dressed and ready for the day, brushing his teeth and his hair, brushing his teeth again. Then he went the cabinet in the kitchen. No gift. He panicked again. He looked through all his cabinets in the kitchen before he moved and looked under his bed. Not there either. His eyes scanned his entire living space, and then he checked his bedside table. The gifts were on the shelf just below his drawer. He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the gifts softly. He slipped them under his arm and headed for the door. He fixed his hair one last time before he opened the door and stepped out. Branch smiled at Y/N and held his hand out. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah.."

Branch and Y/N had gotten to the flower field where Poppy had set up their picnic, and she smiled at them widely. "I love your outfit, Y/N!!" Y/N smiled as he sat down on the blanket with Poppy and set the gifts down beside himself. Branch sat down beside Poppy, crossing his legs. It was silent for the first couple minutes, Poppy was rummaging through the picnic basket for what she wanted Branch and Y/N to eat first. Branch started up at the sky, and Y/N was in his own head.

"Are they going to like their gifts? What happens if they don't like their gifts? Am I being weird just staring at them? Maybe I should look somewhere else.. Should I say something? Do they think I'm weird for not saying anything? I should say something.. what would I even say?"

Poppy pulled out a container of cookies from her picnic basket and placed it in between Branch and Y/N. "First course, cookies!" That snapped Y/N out of his thoughts, and he smiled as Poppy handed him a cookie. He examined it, it has little hearts of different colors in it, and a little bunny in the center. He smiled at the cute cookie before taking a bite. It tastes like strawberries!!

"Oh this is great Poppy!" Y/N spoke with a smile. This compliment made Poppy smile even more. She looked over at Branch, who gave her a nod of approval as he continued to eat his cookie.

"Ok, I'm glad you guys like them! I was thinking they might have been a little weird tasting cause of all the different things I added into them. But they were super simple to make which was good but I'm not really all that good at baking. And-"

"Poppy, slow down." Branch spoke softly, holding Poppy's hand with a small smile pressed on his lips. Poppy nodded and lowered her gaze to Y/N's side where the presents were.

"Oh are those for us?? You got us gifts?"

"Oh, yeah! Here," Y/N took the gifts from his side and handed Branch and Poppy each one gift. They were wrapped with colorful wrapping paper, and each had a white bow on top of them. The names on the packages were written in cursive. Branch admired the packaging for a while while Poppy tore open the gift. It was a scrapbook of all the things the three of them had done together since they started dating. Poppy stared at the scrapbook, flipping through the pages. Her eyes teared up a bit before he sniffed and looked up at Y/N.

"You scrapbooked, for me?" Poppy spoke softly. "I love it, thank you." She hugged the scrapbook to her chest before he began to flip through the pages again. Branch then opened his gift and was shocked to see a new vest, hand sewed by Y/N.

Branch smiled and thanked Y/N before he took off the best he was wearing to put on the new vest. "How do I look?" Poppy looked at him and smiled widely.

"Great." Poppy and Y/N said in unison.

Maybe dating the queen and her first boyfriend wasn't as complicated at Y/N thought it was.

[kichikichiko]

Ok, so I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable with this request. If I do, just tell me!

Ok, and you do a SFW/Fluff of Wally Darling x Y/N who is pregnant (I don’t even think it’s possible that puppets can be pregnant but I guess roll with it 😅)

So, can you do headcannons on marriage + pregnancy (If you’re comfortable with writing that. I don’t know why I just think sense he’s in a kids tv show and is overall calm, I think he would be amazing with kids) gender of children/kids if there will be multiple are up to you, doesn’t really matter.

Also I think you would be cute if we got a small reaction from the neighbors of the marriage and or pregnancy! Like how would the whole neighborhood react to this?

Our little family

An: HI EVERYONE IM BACKKKK

I saw this cute request and literally could not resist I HAD TO!

I love reading n writing pregnancy related fics its so fun n fluffy UGH

Hope you like this liz! I totally agree with you. Wally would be good with kids no doubt

Synopsis: HC of Wally with a pregnant puppet reader!

Pairing: Wally Darling x AFAB reader

Cw: fluff, pregnancy, established relationship, reader is called mother @ the end, wally is probs OOC, defies all puppet logic known to mankind

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You and Wally Darling have always been Welcome Home's "it" couple, so imagine the happiness everyone felt when the two of you got married, and imagine the shock everyone felt when you got pregnant!

When you found out you're pregnant you couldn't contain your happiness

You had to tell Wally ASAP after he came back from Barnaby's place

You like knitting so you thought it'd be fun to surprise him with knitted baby clothes, so you got straight to work.

Wally came home at around 1 PM, right after lunch. "Darling I'm Home!"

"Over in the living room dear!" You called, and he made his way to the living room.

Seeing your giddy expression has become one he's used to, but Wally had a feeling that something was different "Darling, you seem really giddy today, did something happen?"

To his question you grinned wider "Im happy everyday with you dear, but I suppose you can say the reason as to why is..." trailing off you picked up the yellow knitted baby outfit you have finished in the morning

Wally couldnt believe it.

Mr. Darling had always been known to have the same expression no matter what, but hearing this news caused him to have his jaw dropped to the floor (quite literally)

Most people would take this as a bad sign, but you knew Wally better than that. You could tell all sorts of emotions and thoughts ran through his brain

"I'll be a father? This can't be happening!" "What a miracle!" "Ill be the best papa for my son or daughter... or both!" "Im so lucky" were just a few he manage to say to you before deciding to kiss you all over your face with his signature slow laugh.

All the other 8 neighbours were delighted to hear that youre pregnant! Thanks to Wally walking around and casually telling them of course.

Julie screamed with joy, hugging you jumping up and down (dangerously close to you) which caused your dear husband to kindly and gently, push and remind Julie to be more careful. To which she complied, causing you to giggle

Sally, a drama queen obviously giggled with joy as well, only she knew better than to hug you while jumping up and down. She promises to give your kid a show once they were old enough to understand.

Poppy was shocked and happy for you and wally, so much so the bird started baking you a cake as a congratulations. She promised you that if you ever had any cravings, just give her a call and she'll be more than happy to bake you something!

Frank was delighted to say the least, despite his face not showing it. You knew he cared. And Frank being Frank, gave you heads up on pregnancy, what to avoid eating, what to do when feeling contractions, letting you know the size of your baby etc. This is his love language, info dumping. He will come and visit Home whenever you need him. As he is Welcome Home's book worm.

Howdy was very delighted. Gave you a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh. Howdy started stocking up on baby items like pacifiers, diapers and baby toys just for you in the shop

Eddie of course, was just as happy as the other members of Welcome Home. Being the Mailman, he told you that once your belly grows big and you can no longer walk, he'd be happy to deliver your mails and or deliver things to you.

It was delightful having so many wonderful and kind neighbours all around you! And having a wonderful husband made your pregnancy journey fairly easy despite its occasional ups and downs throughout the 9 months.

BONUS:

Once your daughter came into the world, everyone was in awe and took care of her like the niece they never knew they needed!

Wally was obviously a fantastic father, and you were a fantastic mother

When your daughter is old enough, he'd teach her how to paint and they'd go on father daughter dates around the neighbourhood. Painting all they can see and proudly showing their work to you once they get back

Wally would read your daughter bedtime stories to help her sleep

Maybe even throughout the day as well

Waddles up to her father and shows him a book

"Oh? Whats this my sweet peach?" He'd startd "you want papa to read you this book?"

With a gleeful nod she'd get on her tippy toes and give Wally a full clear view on the book

"My sweets its not even bedtime yet are you sure you dont want to save this for tonight?"

He ends up reading it to her anyways

His daughter is his greatest weakness

It made you feel at ease knowing that your daughter is surrounded by kind and loving people <333

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[vacayisland]

OHHH EM GEE!! I just saw your new post about you posting romantically about Poppy and Viva!! I wanted to ask if you could possible do a Poppy request and poppy and the reader are dating! Also could the reader be fem?

i was wondering if Poppy could just be clinging on the reader or just a scrapbooking date or just somewhere where they spend time together!

I love your writing so much and i get super dupes excited when you post new things I literally scream because your writing is literally so gorge and there’s not a lot of trolls x reader content! I just wanted to let you know that I just love your writing sm :)

@!; Scrapbooking my heart Poppy / Reader

"Summary"! Spoiled party plans lead to one of the best date-afternoons for the both of you. "Tags"! Fluff!! Also no gender is mentioned for the reader! <3 So read it as fem or masc or however you'll like.

@storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69

@!; It all started one bleak afternoon, when the clouds covered the sun from its gleeful parade; shining down upon Troll village no longer as a dreary atmosphere had taken upon the land. And many were being persuaded by the moody weather, becoming down casted in rainy chances and the shady afternoon that was meant to be bright. Not many would like to admit that they would let their mood to be so easily swayed, that their temper could be based on the peaking sun or the threatened clouds that stole away their sunshine. Not even Queen Poppy would like to admit this fact, despite the small frown that itched onto her lips the moment the sun clouded over their field. It eerily shrouded the plans for the party they were planning in a murky and unwelcoming way. Many commented about the shuddering tension; commenting how they thought it was going to be sunny that day, that there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky earlier. Many took a moment for themselves, glancing around at their fellow trolls, before they decided it would be a good stay-in-afternoon. “Hey, hey!” But Poppy wanted, no more like needed, to get these plans done! And she couldn’t do that without her friends, “Guys come on, it’s only a little cloudy. I’m sure it’ll clear right up!” Yet her words were soon followed by a frightening shock of thunder in the background, causing her to shrink a little into herself. But she tried to keep a bright smile on and tried to bounce back; if not for herself then for her friends, who probably needed some distraction after such well-timed (or maybe awfully timed) thunder. “Psh!” Poppy dramatically tried to wave off the fear, and the sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’m sure that was just a coincidence, you’ll see! That storm will pass in no time.”

The storm didn’t pass. In fact, Poppy wasn’t sure when she had seen so much rain! Now huddled in her pod, Poppy watched the rain with a nervous tick, thoughts flooded her mind as she questioned whether or not the party will need to be pushed back. It’s not like she hasn’t pushed back a party before- no wait, that’s exactly what this was! Poppy has never had to push back a party before and she’ll be damned if she would have to push back a party this time. And due to rain, of all things!

Rain, which has never stopped a Pop Trolls party before! Mostly because it never really rained in Pop village, due to their location and what not. They rarely got rain, or any sort of storm for that matter. Sure, they were surrounded by a forest, but that, in of itself, never posed that much of a threat: well, unless you didn’t count the bergen attack back before Poppy became a Queen, or all the dangerous creatures that lived inside the village, or Cloud Guy. But, never have those outside forces from the forest ever disrupted a Pop village party! And Poppy will make sure that this party was not to be pooped by some rain! “Yeah, you hear that rain! You won’t poop on this party.” Poppy shouted, pointing a finger to the weather outside; though it didn’t give much of a reaction and continued its own way. Poppy paused, staring at the raindrops before laughing nervously. “And I’m talking to rain… oh I’m talking to rain.” “If it makes you feel better… you were really convincing when you told off the rain.” A snickering voice sounded from behind Poppy, causing her to jump and yell. She didn’t remember inviting anyone over. Yet, when she whipped around, her guard was dropped instantly upon seeing you. While Poppy didn’t invite you over, you tended to just show up in her pod when she needed you the most. Likewise, she always tended to show up in your pop when you needed her. Branch always called it some sort of sixth sense you two had, and you could never tell if he said it sarcastically or literally due to his horrible choice in tone. But, either way, it was kind of true. You dropped the cupcakes you had brought onto Poppy’s table, walking over to her with a curious yet confused look, “So… why are we screaming at the rain?” “Ha! You know…?” Poppy’s lips etched with a nervous smile, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced outside the window. She didn’t mean for anyone to hear her yell at the rain. “It’s pooping your party, huh?” Poppy nodded at your correct guess, her grin only growing as she knew you would understand her outlandish outbreak. You stood there, staring out at the rain for a solid moment. Poppy glanced over at you, cocking up a curious eyebrow, as she tried to guess what you were thinking about… or maybe, what you were about to do. Whatever she was thinking, it wasn’t you joining in her silliness! “Hey rain, stop pooping my girlfriend’s party! She worked really hard on it and you are only ruining it for everyone!”

“Yeah! Go away and come again another day!” Poppy joined you with a bounce in her step, grinning from ear to ear with playfully frowned eyebrows. You both were already on the brink of laughter, but tried to keep yourselves composed. “Yeah! Haven’t you heard the rhyme? Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!” You stuck your hands outside Poppy’s window and tried to shoo the rain away. Though your hand waving only spread the rain that drenched them to flicks elsewhere. And despite your shared attempts, the rain didn’t seem to be budging or going away to come again another day. You and Poppy watched the rain for a moment, seeming convinced that your attempts would drive away the rain. Or, maybe you both knew you were being silly! Well, Poppy knew that more than you as she burst out into laughter after you muttered, almost too sincere, “Huh… I actually thought that would work.”

@!; After your failed attempts at trying to shoo away the rain didn’t work, and Poppy had calmed down from her hysterical laughter, you both found yourselves sitting on the floor of her pod. You had brought over the cupcakes from her table, having them safely between your legs, while Poppy scrounged around for her scrapbooking materials. She had decided if she couldn’t physically plan the party outside, due to the rain, she would just plan it inside with a scrap book! And talk to you all about her plans as you were here and ready to listen. “So! Tomorrow’s party is going to be so huge. Like, almost bergen-catching level huge.” Poppy snickered as she grabbed her basket of materials and books and scraps, walking over to where you sat on the floor. She joined you, plopping down right beside you, and began to unpack her basket at once with a feverous delight. And while you were half-way through a cupcake, you still answered your girlfriend, “Oh, bergen-catching level huge, huh?” “Yes!” Poppy exclaimed instantly, not wasting a beat. “It’s to celebrate our second week of knowing there’s more Trolls out there than just us! So I was thinking that we could try and have Trolls from different villages come and join us and allow them to play their music so everyone can be in harmony again like they were two weeks ago. It’ll unite everyone just like how everything had been and it’ll be amazing and spectacular and- and even Branch will come!” You couldn’t help but smile as Poppy tried to contain her excitement, yet she was basically bouncing off the walls; Figuratively, not literally. As she rushed out her thoughts to you, laying out her plans in great detail, she scrapbook her whole plan. It was oddly fascinating and calming to watch Poppy scrapbook, especially when you could eat multiple cupcakes while doing so. She just always put her whole heart into the activity, she always put her whole heart into everything, and it made it all so enjoyable. Even if her plans were a little unrealistic, you decided to let her enjoy her little fantasy plans for now; Maybe you’ll break it to her later, get her to see that it would be a little more difficult than she’s thinking, but if she truly believed in it she should fight for it. Or, maybe, Branch will break it to her first and you might have to throw hands with the gray, bunker-dewling hobbit. Even if he’s right. Hours flew by light minutes. You were on your fifth cupcake, this one being double chocolate. Poppy was cutting out the little details on her scrapbook design. You both sat there in a lovely silence that was being filled with music from Poppy’s record player, old vinyls you had found and decided to pop onto play with Poppy’s agreement. And you were sure you couldn’t hear the rain sputtering against the windows anymore, yet you didn’t want to tell Poppy just yet. Knowing her, she would rush off, dragging you with her, to go plan the party outside her scrapbook. Yet, you wanted to be a little selfish and keep her with you for a little longer. A little longer with Poppy leaning against you. A little longer of the record player singing out the vinyl tunes. A little while longer of peace. A little while longer of here and now.

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[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (21)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: sex content, smut, violence, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

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

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Several months have passed since Vaegon was born. Viserys's condition began to deteriorate significantly. It was so bad that he was given poppy milk. Viserys asked Alicent to organize a feast and gather his entire family. He felt that his time was coming and he wanted everyone to be with him.

The specter of his future death cast a shadow over the Red Keep. Lady Stark knew that Otto Hightower, her husband's grandfather, saw his grandson Aegon on the throne, not princess Rhaenyra. He was poisoning the thoughts of the queen all the time, who, although she stood up to him, was afraid when he told her, that her childhood friend would kill her and her children as soon as she took the Iron Throne.

Aemond shared with her what his grandfather had said. Lady Stark looked at him, frowning, as Vaegon sat on her lap, playing with the wooden horse she had just handed him, drooling all over it and trying to get it into his mouth.

"Your grandfather strikes me as more capable of such a thing than your stepsister." She said coldly, bending down to her son so he wouldn't choke on the toy. "Hey, don't eat that!"

Aemond gave her a pointed look, her words annoyed him, but the sight of her with their son on her lap always warmed him. Their child was loud and curious, everything amused and interested him. When he sat on his lap, he notoriously tried to take off his eyepatch or pull his hair. He squealed loudly when he wouldn't let him.

They were both happy to say that he was a trouble-free, happy child. He was now sleeping soundly almost all nights, growing fast and changing from day to day. From his dragon egg hatched a beautiful blue dragon. He was still small, as was himself, but Aemond was proud to think that his firstborn son had, what the gods hadn't given him.

He looked at his wife thoughtfully.

"You're too gullible. Just because she helped you give birth, doesn't mean she won't kill you and our baby if she considers you a threat." He said, looking away impatiently. Lady Stark shook her head, taking the toy from Vaegon, which he seemed to want to give her at that moment.

"And who would you see on the throne. Aegon, holding a goblet of wine in one hand and a whore's ass in the other?" She asked directly, and Aemond laughed loudly at her words. His wife had already become completely open with him and was not afraid to express her opinions. He looked at her intensely.

Lady Stark blinked and twisted in place, unsettled. She frowned, blinking, slowly realizing what he was thinking.

"You think I would be a bad king?" He asked quietly.

Lady Stark swallowed loudly, looking at him horrified.

"I… I think you'd make a great king. I really do. But I love our life. You always pay for a crown. The gods don't give anything for free and they'll take something from you. Again." She said with emphasis. Aemond pursed his lips at her words, and they both looked at each other, tension between them. Finally, he exhaled softly, resigned.

"Such speculations are meaningless. I am not the firstborn son." He said getting up from his chair. Lady Stark blinked, swallowing loudly, afraid she might have inadvertently hurt him. She took Vaegon in her arms and walked over to him, looking at him fondly.

"I know, Aemond." She said softly and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I know you sacrificed more. You studied and trained more. You understand and know more, you are better suited. I know it's not fair. But I can't help but enjoy our life as it is. Is it not enough for you?" She asked, looking at him with pain.

Aemond looked at her thoughtfully, his gaze softening. He moved closer to them, grabbed her cheek and kissed her passionately with a wet, loud sound. He pulled away from her, licking his lips.

"It's you alone that I want more than a crown."

***

Aemond fucked her hard, panting heavily, holding her buttocks tightly in his hands. She was wearing a flowing, sheer dress again, revealing her beautiful shoulders, her nipples showing through, driving him crazy.

As they were going to his mother's chamber to have dinner together, he entered the alley, turned her back to him, and pulled up her dress. He could hear her panting loudly, her juices running slowly down her thighs. Seeing this, he just lowered his pants slightly and entered her without warning.

A few weeks after Vaegon's birth, his wife let him take her again. They did it very gently and slowly, enjoying the closeness again. They made love several times that night, the last time they fucked like animals, panting and moaning heavily.

Aemond was surprised to find that they were even hornier than before their son was born. They already had an heir, they had done their duty as a married couple, so they could caress each other solely for their own satisfaction and fulfillment.

After the birth of their son, his wife's body changed. She still had a beautiful, slender waist and face, but her hips and breasts were bigger, and he couldn't keep his hands off them. When walking with her, he could just slide her dress off her shoulders and cup her breast in his hand, kissing her lips.

He liked that her temper never faded. She loved it when he took her to new places, when they were on the verge of being caught. That's why he often fucked her, like now, in the hallway.

Occasionally the servants caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of their eye, but they quickly looked away and fled, not daring to interrupt them. They reported this to the queen, who rebuked her son, but he pretended that nothing of the sort had happened and that it was mere slander.

"What's the point of you wearing these dresses, if they don't cover anything?" He hissed, fucking her mercilessly, his thighs hitting hers with tremendous force, a wet, perverted slap. They were both panting loudly.

"Maybe you should walk around the keep naked, hm? You like it when other men look at your body?" He asked enraged, sick with jealousy and the fact, that other men could look at her body, which belonged only to him. She moaned loudly, her face pressed helplessly against the wall.

Lady Stark licked her lips, panting heavily, her mouth twitching into a smile. She loved driving him crazy.

"Yes, I like it so much. When I see their eyes on me, I get so wet." She whispered laboriously, sweetly, her hands struggling to balance her body. She felt his hands tighten on her buttocks, his cock pumping harder into her.

"I didn't know my wife was such a slut." He hissed, his hand closing around her throat, lifting her up a bit, so that he leaned in to her ear as he continued to fuck her. He knew she was teasing him, and it infuriated him.

"Maybe I should start taking a closer look at the ladies in the keep, their breasts and hips, too? Would you like that?"

Lady Stark pursed her lips in defeat.

"I'd sooner pluck out your other eye." She mumbled, frowning. She heard his light laugh, both of them gasping loudly, close to fulfillment, slamming their bodies against each other with all their might.

"I think, that for your brazen words, you will kneel before your husband today and give him pleasure, right?" He gasped, his hand sliding down to her clit, massaging it with a slow, intense motion, he heard her loud moan of delight. "I think we agree on that, don't we?"

"Y-yes, I want to feel you in my mouth so badly" She moaned helplessly, and leaned back as a strong, wonderful orgasm surged through her body. Her husband came out of her just in time, coming to the floor, panting loudly.

Aemond quickly pulled his pants up and turned his wife toward him, breathing uneasily, looking at her with amusement.

"If you want to suck my cock, just say so. You don't have to make me mad." He grunted, cupping her chin in his hand, as she adjusted her gown with trembling hands. She snorted, smiling slightly.

"Where's the fun in that?"

***

The time came for a great family feast. Lady Stark could see, that her husband had not been in a good mood since morning. He was tense and ironic. The thought of meeting Luke made him meaner to her and more brutal with his words. She frowned, as she lifted the kicking Vaegon from his cradle, demanding attention.

"What's the matter with you? I don't recognize you. Are you going to act like a child at the table today? I already have one and I don't want to keep the other one behaving properly." She said, taken off balance by his behavior.

He looked at her enraged, his lips pressed into a line. The fact that she called him a child was like a slap in the face to him. She could see that he was boiling, but before he could say anything, she interjected.

"Be careful what you're about to say. Luke will leave eventually, and we'll stay here with anything else nice I hear from you today." She said resentfully, not understanding how such a wise man could be so carried away by his own grief.

She saw his jaw quiver, he lowered his gaze, turning his head away. He swallowed hard, his fists clenched. Lady Stark looked at him expectantly. Finally he looked at her.

"I didn't mean to offend you." He said coldly. His wife exhaled loudly. Better an apology than none at all.

"I didn't mean to offend you either. But I beg you, control yourself. You can't breathe fire on everything as you please." She said, skirting him with their son in her arms, leaving their chamber. Aemond tipped his head back, running a hand over his face.

When he entered the great hall, that now served as the dining room, practically everyone was already there. He saw that his wife, with their son in her arms, was talking to Helaena. Her twins were running under the table, laughing loudly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luke and Jace watching him uncertainly.

He walked over to his wife and held out his hands to her. He knew he was exaggerating, and he took out his frustrations on her all day. He wondered how she could bear it so patiently.

"Give him to me. You carry him all day, your back will hurt." He said gently, looking at her softly. Lady Stark smiled slightly and glanced at Vaegon.

"Will you torment your dad a bit now? Hmm?" She asked, rocking him, and he began to kick happily in her hands, obviously delighted at the prospect. She handed Aemond his son, and he immediately tightened his hands around his black leather jacket, his fingers automatically going to his blindfold.

"No." He said, leaning back, so as not to let him reach there. Vaegon squealed loudly in impatience and looked desperately at his mother. Lady Stark laughed out loud.

"He's so funny!" She said to Helaena, who looked at them amused.

She smiled broadly as she saw Rhaenyra come over to them, looking tenderly at their child, behind her, a few paces away, Daemon stopped. She reached out her fingers to touch his tiny hand, which immediately tightened on her skin.

"Children grow up so fast. I hope he's in good health." She said, glancing at his mother. Lady Stark nodded.

"He's the liveliest baby I know. I don't know what will happen, when he starts walking and talking. I think we'll have to locked him up in a dragon's lair." She said amused, Rhaenyra and Daemon laughed out loud. Daemon wagged his finger at her.

"You have a fiery tongue. You fit in this family." He said with appreciation, his wife nodded.

Aemond was surprised to see how easily his wife was able to create a gentle, cheerful atmosphere with people she didn't know at all. Her directness, humor and warmth quickly won over everyone. He knew his uncle, knew that he could be nasty and picky with people he considered idiots, or people not worth his attention. His wife somehow immediately won his favor.

He thought to himself, that he was lucky, that she fell in love with him. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She could have anyone with her beauty and intelligence, but she wanted him, the crippled prince. With her, he never felt inferior, deficient. On the contrary, she brought his self-esteem to a level he had never reached before.

She was the best lover he could wish for, tender, understanding, fiery, thirsty. Best friend and companion, intelligent, prudent, patient, funny, understanding. Even when they argued, he couldn't stay mad at her for long, her charm making his fury evaporate like steam. Very often their quarrels ended in their bed, their bodies sweating, intertwined in a tight embrace of pleasure.

They all turned, when they heard that the king would appear in the hall. He was literally carried on his throne, apparently unable to walk himself. Half of his face was covered by a golden mask.

Aemond felt his heart clench at the sight. He felt his wife move closer to him, pressing her breast against his shoulder, looking at him reassuringly. He gave her a tender look and kissed her forehead.

Finally, everyone sat down at the table. Aemond and his wife, with their son on her lap, sat on one edge of the table, Rhaena and Luke sat on the opposite side of the table. Lady Stark watched uneasily how they cast glances at each other, as they took a sip of wine. Some pleasant toasts were raised.

She and Aemond watched as Aegon got up lazily, and walked over to Baela. He whispered something in her ear, and Jace, sitting next to her, stood up suddenly, slamming his fist on the table.

Lady Stark looked at her husband in horror, as she saw him stand up as well. Jace and Aemond stared at each other, Aegon sat back as if nothing had happened. There was an awkward silence.

Jace swallowed hard, smiled, and raised his goblet.

"I want to make a toast to you, dear uncles. I have wonderful memories of our youth together, and I hope we can be friends and allies now as well. All the best for you." He said, slapping Aegon friendly on the shoulder.

Lady Stark pursed her lips, trying not to smile, amused by the situation. Her eyes met Daemon's and they both covered their faces, trying not to laugh out loud.

"For you too." Aegon grunted.

Jace sat back down at the table. Aemond looked away, impatient. After a while he sat down again next to his wife, all tense. He gave her a questioning look as he saw her expression. She just shook her head, sighing loudly with pity. She thought they behaved worse than her baby on her lap.

Otto accosted his great-grandson by tickling his belly. Vaegon laughed out loud each time his fingers came close to him again. She thought with amusement that her son loved everyone and everything. She reached for a piece of watermelon, that she loved so much, and began to eat it slowly, rocking him on her lap.

Vaegon, seeing a new, interesting item in her hand, reached out to her. Lady Stark, knowing that the watermelon had a soft, almost watery consistency, decided to let him try a piece.

She broke off a small fragment and slipped it on her finger into his mouth, which her son licked greedily, smacking with interest. He started jumping up and down with excitement at this new, apparently delicious for him, taste. He reached out for more. Aemond looked at them uneasily.

"Is it safe?" He asked quietly as she gave him another piece of watermelon in his mouth.

"I've read in books that he needs to be slowly introduced to watery foods. He won't be drinking milk all his life. Right?" She asked, wiping Vaegon's mouth, which was sticky from his new favorite dish.

Aemond grunted, letting go, believing she knew what she was doing. He had to admit, that she was a wonderful mother. She had a lot of patience, love and warmth, but she also did not let their son get on her head. Even when he cried with anger, when she didn't want to give him something, she did not give up to him.

She was the one, who showed him how to properly hold their son, where to pat him after he ate. He loved watching her breastfeed him, there was something intimate and private about it, family and warmth. Here his wife breastfed his son, thus taking care of his successor and heir.

He was ashamed to ask for it, but several times when they had sex he tried her milk, unable to contain his curiosity. She looked at him then, amused and turned on at the same time, letting him do what he wanted.

The music snapped him out of his thoughts. Jace stood up suddenly and walked over to Helaena, asking her to dance. Aemond and Aegon exchanged quick glances. Lady Stark smiled to herself, continuing to bite another piece of watermelon, sharing it with her son.

After a while, hot food began to come in. A large roast of pig was placed in front of them, still steaming. She heard Luke chuckle softly and turned her gaze to him. She saw him looking at her husband. She didn't even blink, before Aemond slammed his fist down on the table, grinning, and raised his goblet.

"The last tribute." He said looking around the room. "To the house of my nephews. Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…"

Lady Stark stared at him in disbelief, feeling what he wanted to do. Cold sweat ran down her back.

"…strong."

"Aemond." The queen reacted immediately, moving uneasily in place.

"Let's us raise our cups, for these three, strong boys."

"I dare you to say that again." Jace hissed, looking at him with hatred.

"Why? It's only a compliment. Don't you consider yourself strong?" He asked, and Jace punched him hard in the face.

Aemond didn't even flinch, shoved him effortlessly with one hand, so that he fell to the ground. He laughed to himself as he turned back to his wife, amusement on his face.

"Have you gone mad?" She hissed furiously, holding their son in her arms, who fidgeted restlessly.

"I just wanted to show how proud I am of my family, wife. It seems my nephews aren't quite proud of theirs." He said, almost laughing, Jace moved at him again, but Daemon stepped between them.

"Wait." He said, pointing his finger at him.

He turned his back on him and sighed heavily, looking at Aemond. Before they could say anything, Lady Stark brushed past them and left the room. Aemond, seeing her rage, pursed his lips and followed her.

"Wait." He said impatiently, walking a few steps behind her. She didn't respond to him. She entered her chamber and he followed her.

"Leave." She said dryly to him. "Tonight you sleep alone. Go lie down with Luke, maybe you can clear up a few more things between yourselves."

His jaw clenched in fury at her words. He moved closer to her and grabbed her cheeks brutally with his hand, making her suck in a quick breath.

Vaegon suddenly began to cry loudly, terrified. Aemond released her at once, realizing only now what he had done. Lady Stark stared at him in disbelief and pain, her lip quivering slightly.

"Forgive me." He said softly.

"Leave." She said softly, rocking Vaegon, trying to calm him down.

"I…"

"Get out! I've had enough! I only asked you for one thing!" She screamed in pain. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't let herself cry. "You can't even…"

"They gave me a pig."

Lady Stark raised her eyebrows, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What?" She asked, completely helpless.

"When we were kids. They gave me a pig with wings, saying it was my dragon. That's why he laughed." He said low, looking at her with pursed lips, humiliated. "Forgive me for what I just did to you. Let me sleep by your side."

She swallowed hard, and Vaegon finally calmed down. She lowered her gaze and was silent for a moment, what he said made her anger melt away.

"I'm sorry too. You made me so upset." She said softly.

"I know." He whispered.

They both laid Vaegon in the crib, covering him with the duvet. Not even a minute had passed when he hugged her from behind, his mouth finding her bare shoulders and neck, kissing them hungrily.

He pressed harder against her, wanting her to feel how hard he was, how much he needed her. He heard her moan softly. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear:

"Let's go to bed."

_____

I decided to end the story here, not wanting to get involved with the king's death and Luke's death - next chapter will be an epilogue, set several years later when Vaegon is a little older. I think both characters have developed wonderfully through all these chapters, I love them and they live happily ever after in my version. Thank you all for such a wonderful reception of this series! And I invite you to read my other fanfic - Masterlist. 💖

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[vinziel]

Why? Just...why? John Dory x Male Reader

A/N:Despite the title this will be a fluff fic, enjoy. Sorry I just lost motivation for the experiment reader one, I'll update it once I have some motivation. Also this'll be shorter than most of my other stuff

It was a normal day as usual, Branch hanging out with Poppy outside, Clay, John Dory and Floyd talking, while you sit on the couch resting inside the bunker. You took a big breath, thinking "Ah, finally I get to relax" which was true, after Queen Barb's attempt at uniting all trolls under Rock, Gristle and Bridgette's wedding, saving Floyd which all happened in under a few months, you could finally relax from the madness. John Dory then comes to you, and cuddles with you on the couch as Floyd and Clay continue talking. "You know, I've been wondering" John Dory starts, continuing "Why did you forgive me so fast?"

"What do you mean?" You respond "I mean it seemed you were the angriest out of everyone when I returned yet you forgave me first, why?" He asks, you then answer "Well...hm, maybe the reason is because I love you" You say giving him a kiss in the cheek, he chuckles "Other than that, there has to be a reason other than you loving me" "Well, I guess it's because I see how hard you've tried to make things better for your siblings, you try to be better, sure you still make mistakes from time to time but who doesn't. The fact you're actively trying is enough for me" You answer softly, he hums, smiling "Well, thanks for forgiving me, I love you" He says "I love you too" you answer, kissing him on the lips, which he returns, you too kiss for a while, before going back to cuddling, the rest of the day goes by as normal, just another normal.

A/N: Should I make a backstory for the male reader in the Bitter Reunion series?

[violetsiren90]

Stolen Tides

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: Drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; old flames rekindled, angst and fluff

Summary: Time is the great force - it changes everything. The ebb and flow of the tide. The fullness of the moon. It carves mountains, and quiets storms...but it stands powerless in the face of love.

Content Warnings: PG-13, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; nudity, implied sex, cooking and eating food, mention of minor character death, kissing, cuddling, working through feelings, tears are shed (it's them, so, of course, lol)

Author's note: I literally just posted a poll asking which drabble I should write first, and their first meeting won (which I was stoked about), but then this popped into my head and I just wrote it. I wrote it while I was supposed to be submitting a project with a deadline, because, in the words of MYG, I'm bad boi. But...I had to. I gave them their ending because they deserved it. 💕 (If you've never read the one-shot this universe takes place in, I recommend starting there!)

And as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

*Stolen tide: Occurs when weather and wind conditions suppress the ebb of a flood tide and then the next high tide washes in bringing even higher levels.

    Your lids raised and dipped and raised again, like linens in a summer breeze, as your eyes came into focus. Soft late-morning light spilled through the window onto the golden-brown planks of the oaken floor. The western-facing window was open, and the thin curtains billowed inward with each puff of salty air cresting over the hill off the distant waves. Your eyes tracked a spider plant swaying from where its macrame harness was secured to a hook in the spackled ceiling. You shifted in the white sheets of the queen-size bed to glance around you. The room was small and minimally furnished, but everything within it seemed significant to its tenant. There was a little bookshelf propping up a guitar, and a roll-top desk bearing an open journal and coffee mug. On the other side was a nightstand with an antique lamp perched beside a book splayed open on its face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. On the far end was a dresser with pretty little mother-of-pearl knobs topped with two potted succulents and an abstract of an albatross in flight, and the accordion door of a closet cracked open to reveal neatly stored clothes and shoes.

    You tossed yourself back against the pillows with a sigh, a smile spreading slowly across your face as images from the previous night developed in the morning light like Polaroid pictures. You reached out to brush a hand over the sheets where he had slept beside you, as naked as you were now. You'd awakened in the middle of the night to find that you'd taken all the covers and to see him, laying there on his stomach - his sweet little ass pale and perfectly bare in the moonlight. You chuckled and bit your lip, slipping out of bed to pull on panties and snatch a flannel from the closet and drape it over your body, pushing up the sleeves to bunch around your elbows. He had always worn his shirts too big, and it dipped down to your mid thighs as your legs carried you toward the scents of garlic and gochujang wafting down the hall. 

    The kitchen was as simple in its loveliness as the rest of the little house, pale yellow light pouring through the large windows over a vase of poppies on a table flanked by two chairs. And a man who used to be a boy was standing at the other end of the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes in a way that made you question if a single day had passed. Yoongi stood at the little stove in a white tee and grey sweats, his dark hair sticking up every which way and his face puffy from sleep. You had to press a hand to your lips to keep from giggling at his appearance, and when he glanced up you found yourself unable to conceal an amused and extremely endeared grin.

    “What?” he asked in sleepy suspicion, his brows up and knitted together as his lips dropped into a pout.

Thirty-two and as cute as he had ever been. You chuckled as you circled around his left, where you turned towards him and slipped your body between his and the stove. Wrapping your arms around his back as he looked down, you regarded him. The same. He looked just the same. His features were a bit more defined, the soft cheeks having sharpened at his cheekbones and jawline, and he was broader and thicker with longer hair that curled at the base of his neck. But his eyes with the dark lashes, his petal pink lips...the way they felt on you...he was the same. You lifted your face to place the gentlest kisses on every feature - the ones that had changed and the ones that hadn't. 

He let out a soft hum, his left arm slipping around your waist as he shifted you slightly to the side, prodding at the contents of the pan with the wooden spoon in his right hand.

“The food will burn,” he chided lightly.

But his eyes creased at the corners and his mouth seemed to hover on the verge of a smile. You twisted to glance at the pork belly fried rice before nestling yourself back into him, your head on his chest.

“Smells good,” you murmured into his shirt.

“Mm. It’s just leftovers,” he replied, in the warm, even tone that pierced your heart like a forgotten melody. 

You pressed back the tears that threatened to come. The moon had seen enough of those last night.

"You were always good at cooking, like your mom,” you sighed into his tee. 

He didn't reply, but he tucked his cheek against your head, his thumb dragging his shirt up and down your back in tiny tender motions. You held him and he held you, and the pork fat sizzled on the stove, and a wind chime tinkled outside the kitchen window, and far off and down the ocean broke against the rocks.

And then he slowly drew you away from his chest so that he could see your face, his eyes meeting yours with the soft wet glimmer of joy and sadness at once, like the soil after a rainfall - that damp warmth from which beautiful things grow - and you buried yourself there, like a seed dropped from the sky by a bird. Dropped on the side of a cliff by the sea.

    Between mouthfuls of fried rice and kimchi eggs, you told him about college. About your passion for your chosen career. About meeting a boy who wasn't him, who had asked you to be his wife. About how you had chosen a dress and sent out invitations and then said no. Yoongi nodded quietly, but didn't ask why. Then he told you about how his father had succumbed to pneumonia a few years ago, and his mother had moved back to Korea and remarried. You nodded and asked him why he stayed. He shrugged as he pushed his rice around his plate.

    "Want to see something?" he asked with a shy smile, as he dried his hands from washing a final dish.

You nodded, smiling when he took your hand to lead you out of the kitchen door and into the yard at the side of the little house. Ice plant and poppies sprang up among the rocks and sandy dirt, disrupted by a cobbled path leading to a periwinkle blue shed only half as large as the house behind you. Yoongi opened the door.

Inside was warm and the air aglow with little floating specks that caught the light, which you quickly realized, as you glanced around, were flecks of saw dust. It was a workshop. In reverent awe you took in the beautiful pieces crafted from oak, walnut, pine, and redwood. There was a bench, a coffee table, a mirror frame, cutting boards, a spice rack. In and amongst the tools and work surfaces, there were handmade treasures against the walls and stacked on shelves. You took a seat in a sanded-down rocking chair.

    "You made all this?" You asked in disbelief.

Yoongi shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, casting proud but bashful eyes over the room.

    "I make them to order. Although, you did find the one thing in here that I started for myself."

You felt warmth fill your chest because you thought he looked a little proud. You swayed in the chair, tucking your legs up under you.

    "It's beautiful, Yoongi. All of it. You're incredibly talented."

    "You started it, you know," he said with a smile, still not meeting your eyes. You cocked your head to the side in question. "You gave me that whittling kit for my birthday."

He shuffled over to a workbench and took a small object in his hand. He approached you, holding it out, and you took it. You turned the little curved knife over in your hands, brushing your thumb over the faded little heart inscribed in pink paint. 

    "You wanted me to have something to do with my hands, so I would stop biting my nails," he replied, taking the knife back from you and regarding it with warm eyes as he set it aside.

    "You remember that?" You let out a laugh.

    "I remember everything," he said.

He said it like an oath...one you had once sworn. He was looking down at you, and suddenly you were on a little ledge under the stars, and he was pulling you into a kiss, and making love to you, and telling you to run and not look back. Yoongi, your Yoongi. You breathed his name, and he reached for your hands, pulling you up and against him as his lips found yours. He kissed you tenderly and fiercely. He kissed you all the way back to his bedroom where he laid you down in the soft white cotton and made up for lost time. 

    The sun made its way over hill and down into the western waters, and all the while you stayed wrapped in the sanctuary of each others' bodies, only leaving his bed twice - once to shower together and another time to share a bowl of bibim guksu and some tangerines from the tree in the yard. Now the moon's waning crescent peeped through the curtains to see you laying tangled in Yoongi's arms, his forehead pressed to yours, as he asked a question to which he didn't want the answer.

    "When are you leaving?" His voice was low and soft and deep, so resonant...but you could hear what it lacked, what he was holding back.

    "Why do I have to leave?" You murmured, tracing a place over his chest where your lips had once left a bruise.

The skin had healed long since, but not what laid beneath. Yoongi sighed through his nose, his breath tickling your chin and chest.

    "What does this place hold for you?" he asked, his voice strained, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw as his thumb brushed over your chin. "Just pain and sadness. You got out of here, you're free."

A tear slipped over the bridge of your nose and onto the pillow.

    "I might have left, but my heart never did," you whispered, your voice shaking as years of never forgetting filled the expanse of your chest. "And it never will," you murmured through a little sob.

You pushed yourself back so that you could see his beautiful watery brown eyes and wet cheeks as you asked him a question to which you already knew the answer.

    "Why didn't you leave?" Another tear slipped down his face as he looked at you. "Why, Yoongi? Why didn't you leave? Tell me, Yoongi. Say it. Why didn't you l-"

    His mouth was on yours, and he kissed you back into the sheets as your tears mingled. He kissed you and he kissed you and when his lips finally left yours by a centimeter he whispered his answer against them.

    The moon had seen him find you, and lose you. Now it saw you tell him you would never leave his side. 

    Some weeks later it sent you both off in a packed-up car (with a rocking chair strapped to the top), as it faded in the light of the rising sun, to start a new part - the best part - of the story of the boy and the girl on the cliffside...

...The part where they lived together, and in happiness, until the end of their days.

-Fin-

[call-sign-shark]

|| SHARK'S MASTERLIST ||

caption: 🔥Smut || 🔪 Angst || 💫 Fluff

SERIES

FROM HELL: A top gun! secret agents AU. The reader is a former assassin Pete Mitchell had thrown in jail after she tried to kill him. Years have passed and they are forced to work together for a mission.

♢ Demon in a Bottle : Pete learns the awful news. 🔪

♢ Good Boys go to Hell : Reader and Pete confront each other for the first time since he threw her to prison. Attraction happens. 🔪

♢ Joke's on You : Reader drives Pete crazy, but he's ready to show her who makes the rules now 🔥

ONE-SHOTS

♢ Bring Me a Dream 💫

♢ Might as Well Face It 🔥

♢ Daddy's Bad Kitten 🔥

♢ The Devil Doesn’t Bargain 🔪 💫

BLURBS/DRABBLES

♢ You are sick during a briefing and Maverick notices it 💫

SERIES

ANGEL IN : 3 part series of Jake being your guardian angel, and Bob always popping in the most important moments of your relationships.

♢ Angel in Disguise 💫

♢ Angel in Distress 💫

♢ Angel in Panic 💫

FORGET ME NOT: Y/N spends her summer working at her Aunt’s flower shop. There, she meets Jake Seresin, naval pilot and single dad.  — Or how a flower girl will try to heal a broken heart beyond repair. (Nickname: Poppy) 

♢ Chapter 1 || Myosotis 💫

♢ Chapter 2 || Red Carnations 💫

♢ Chapter 3 || Lily of the Valley

ONE-SHOTS

♢ New Year's Eve II Part 1 II Part 2 💫

♢ For a Bottle of Shampoo 🔥

♢ Fuck Me or Fuck Off 🔥

♢ It's Not the Plane, It's the Pilot 💫 🔪

♢ Superbia 🔥

♢ The Shape of Water 💫 (Verse’s Masterlist)

BLURB / DRABBLES

♢ Pillows and Caterpillars 💫

♢ Watcha Making? 💫

♢ Books and Sheep 💫

SERIES

ONE-SHOTS

♢ Bleeding Knuckles 💫

♢ The Rooster's Crowing 🔥

Robert Bob Floyd

♢ For His Queen's Pleasure 🔥

♢ Love and Thunder 💫

Dagger Squad, Dad!Mav and Reader

♢ Ohana Means Family 💫

TOP GUN 86

♢ The Way Home 💫 (Goose x reader)

♢ Take My Breath Away 💫 (Iceman x reader)

ONE-SHOTS

♢ Sacrilège

TGM OC and a recurring character in my fanfictions. She's often the reader's best friend and partner in crimes. She's a former SEAL sniper who had changed her career path in order to become a naval pilot.

SHARK'S BIO:

♢ Playlist (chaos and violence yeeeessss)

♢ read the short version

MOODBOARD:

♢ Moodboard

MAVERICK X SHARK:

♢ Cute Little Thing 💫

SHARK'S ART:

♢ Shark and Mav, stolen kisses. || Shark portrait || Doodle 1#

[brights-place]

Hi, could you please write something for Trollex with a rock troll drummer s/o (maybe folk rock leaning?)? Maybe they met during the Rockalypse? Thanks in advance!

Trollex X Rock! S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing

A/N: TROLLEX REQUESTS ALWAYS GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET!

- He has NO IDEA what Folk Rock is so he asks many questions about it - He loves watching your band shows you playing on the drums - stares at you with a doe eyed expression every time you practice on your drums - wants you to teach him how you were able to do some drumstick tricks with your hands as he is interested how swift your fingers can move - You met at one of his raves you were dancing near the front with other techno trolls cheering - He likes to show you some techno music and dances as you laugh at him and add some own beats with your drumsticks - Golden retriever X Doberman relationship

- Trollex would see you be kind and sweet yet your physical appearance scares people straight up since your a Rock troll - Trollex and You have a special connection and when together you both act like little kids and often seen doing dumb things which makes some people confused due to well your physical appearance - Him as a Techno Troll and You being a Rock Troll is what he calls a good mix - He asks so many questions and forgets since his brain is re-setting sometimes - He can't help but admire your dedication to studying and refining your endless knowledge of music

- He would praise you whenever he can if he’s free - He makes sure your next to him in the DJ booth so he knows your beside him safe and also so you can be near him while you also jam out beside him - He made a techno beat but trying to make it rock n roll style he struggled so badly that Riff and Barb sweatdropped patting his shoulder - He could go on and on about how much he loves you to anyone who would listen which is everyone as he stares at you whenever you rock out

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact

[edsforehead]

November fic rec list

Better late than never? Lol. I never made a fic rec list for November and it’s always bothered me. So here it is. Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST characters. 🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark

MULTI PART FICS Weedman (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️ by @bewilderedbunny Rumours (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 )(older!eddie) by @msgexymunson Too cool to admit it(Sadist!Eddie x Masochist!reader) by @carolmunson Sorry I missed you(friends to lovers) by @mantorokk-writes June baby by @luveline Camera shy(camboy!eddie x reader) (Part 1 | Part 2) by @pedgito You’re being mean(mean!dom!eddie) by @pxrxcxa Cruel little vixen(rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader) by @honey-flustered Anywhere but here(rockstar!eddie x band manager!reader) by @thefreakymunson Things that go bump in the night (Part 1 | Part 2) 🕷️ by @sadboyeddie Summoning(Demon!Eddie) by @lokis-army-77 Daddy and pricess by @quinnsmunson

ONE SHOTS Shy boy, my boy(shy!Eddie) ☁️ by @usedtobecooler Calling Eddie baby cow eyes by ☁️ @pedgito First snow (friends to lovers) ☁️🔥 by /gatheredmoss First frost (friends to lovers)☁️ by /gatheredmoss Make it big 🔥 by @corrodedhawkins I hear you knocking 🔥 by @heavenbarnes Kitten licks ☁️ by @corroded-hellfire Mean!Eddie(hatefucking) 🔥 by @pedgito Mommy issues 🗡☁️ by @corroded-hellfire Time can’t stop me(quite like you did) 🗡 /gatheredmoss Sleepover 🔥 by @ladyfogg Eddie bumps into his long-time crush 🔥☁️ by @munson-blurbs Embarrasing:Eddie’s mistake(virgin!eddie x emerson!reader) 🔥☁️ by @boomhauer Simple rules(Dad!Eddie x teacher!reader) ☁️ by @pedgito Green is the color(Jealous!Eddie) ☁️ by @punk-in-docs Older!professor!reader x student!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine Dangerous encounter by 🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls Meant to be🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls Dark!violent!protective!Eddie 🕷️🔥 by @ceriseheaven CNC with knife play 🕷️🔥by @corrodedhawkins

DRABBLES/BLURBS/ETC Eddie in tiny basketball shorts ☁️🔥 by @pedgito Sleepy morning sex with Eddie 🔥 by @chainsawmunson Truth or dare 🔥 by @pinkrelish Watch you(eddie x autistic!reader) 🔥 by @mantorokk-writes​ Sucking Eddie’s cock 🔥 by @wndalovebot Kidnapper!Eddie 🕷️ by @elliewlums Perv!Eddie x Perv!Steve x reader x readers friend ☁️ by @newlips Reader thinks Eddie stands them up 🗡☁️ by @munson-blurbs Like real people do 🔥☁️ by @augustslippedavvay Perv!Eddie(thigh fucking) 🔥 by @newlips Free use 🔥 by @elliewlums Unforgiving(ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @the-queen-of-hell-666 Rockstar!Eddie thots (piss kink mention) 🔥 by @mouthfullofmunson Wayne seeing he raise eddie right(eddie x reader) ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie comes home from a gig ☁️ by @pullhisteeth You call Eddie husband as a joke ☁️ by @marianita195 Dacryphilia 🔥 by @pedgito Eddie plays a new song ☁️ by @eddies-ashtray Can’t you see that you’re hurting me? 🗡☁️ by @sweetpeamunson Perv!eddie x innocent!reader 🕷️🔥 by @quinnsmunson Rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader(rivals) by @luveline Trapped head inside a small, tin box 🔥by @chaseadrian Rockstar!kindasubby?!Eddie x anxious!jealous!reader 🔥🗡 by @hard-candy-writing Gross!perv!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine Phone sex/video sex with modern!Eddie 🔥by @poppy-metal Kate 🔥by @deadboyfriendd

NON EDDIE FICS Long hot summer (ralph penbury x reader) 🔥 by @usedtobecooler Billy knight x reader 🔥 by @usedtobecooler Billy knight x roommate!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine

[tiredly101]

Request are closed at the moment

Promps I use

Fandoms I don't mind writing for:

Wendsday

Wendsday (romantic/platonic)

Ajax (romantic/platonic)

Enid (romantic/platonic)

Xavier (romantic/platonic)

Tyler (romantic/platonic)

Bianca (romantic/platonic)

The Big Bang Theory

Sheldon (romantic/platonic)

Leonard (romantic/platonic)

Howard (romantic/platonic)

Rajesh (romantic/platonic)

Barry (it depends the context but mostly platonic)

Stuart (it depends the context but mostly platonic)

Penny (romantic/platonic)

Bernadette (romantic/platonic)

Amy (romantic/platonic)

My Hero Academia

Aizawa (romantic/platonic)

Bakugou (romantic/platonic)

Izuku (Deku) (romantic/platonic)

Denki (romantic/platonic)

Kirishima (romantic/platonic)

Sero (romantic/platonic)

Mina (romantic/platonic)

Once Upon a Time

Captain Hook/Killian Jones (romantic/platonic)

Emma Swan (romantic/platonic)

Prince Charming/David (romantic/platonic)

Snow White/Mary Margaret (romantic/platonic)

Evil Queen/Regina Mills (romantic/platonic)

Rumplestilskin/Mr. Gold (romantic/platonic)

Welcome home

Wally Darling (romantic/platonic)

Poppy (platonic)

Sally (romantic/platonic)

Julie (romantic/platonic)

Frank (ship him with Eddie but romantic/platonic)

Eddie (ship him with Frank but romantic/platonic)

Howdy (romantic/platonic)

Barnaby (romantic/platonic)

Home (platonic)

My welcome home persona; their name is Jack Tiredly btw (romantic/platonic)

@satanic-witchcraft welcome home persona whose name is Satanic- (romantic/platonic)

Rules:

Call me either Tiredly or Sammy if you want to make a request!

I don't mind writing a ship x reader (poly) as long as it doesn't ruin it's dynamic or is toxic

Smut request are not allowed but suggestive under control is acceptable

Don't demand, just ask. (Please do ask, I don't bite!)

I accept song fics since I normally use music while writing.

Male reader, female reader and/or gender neutral are allowed.

Angst, Fluff and slight gore request are A-OK but if I don't feel comfortable with the subject I will let you know since I'll probably not do your request.

Headcanons, mini fics or in general fics are something I love doing so do request for either!

I will write a different universe if you ask!

No furry request are allowed

Don't ask for a request if you already asked the same one in a different account because it doesn't make me comfortable

Will do x child reader but no pedophilia so don't you even think about it (If the thought even crosses your mind go to a church buddy)

You are so allowed to do fanart for my Welcome Home persona cause I'm $hit at drawing!

I don't write on weekends so if I take my time doing your request is because of that

I'm pretty laid back so those are the rules for now and if I think of anything else I will add it!

[seoness]

Pending Requests

Last updated: 2022-12-02

Instead of filling my page with answers to requests, this post will serve as a list of all requests sent my way. If you've sent a request, I'll add it to the list. Please know that I am so happy and flattered that there is anyone out here on the internet that wants to read my writing and I'll get to your request in time❣️There is such kindness in my messages and requests and AAAAAH it is just amazing to hear such positivity. Know that I read each one! 🤗

To signal the progress of the works, since I figure that can be fun for you who send request, I'll use emojis. Brainstorming stage = 💡Sketching out the story = 📝 Revising/Editing = 💯

Pending series: A Stranger to Whom: Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader is from Lys. Westeros and their customs are foreign and the Hound is a far cry from the men of Lys.💡📝

To Your Satisfaction: Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader is insecure about her weight, looks, and sexual inexperience. 💡📝

In Heat: Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader has a high sex drive and wants to see how many times she can get the Hound off before returning to his duties. 💡

Forget for Tonight - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader is a handmaiden/lady-in-waiting to Cersei Lannister and has a long-standing crush on the Hound. Is saved during a riot and goes to offer thanks. 💡

The Best of Bargains - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader wakes up before Sandor. Admiring him and later trying their best to keep him in bed as duties call him elsewhere. (Fluff)

Wicked Wanton - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane- The reader engages in some semi-public sex with the Hound. A kinkfest of breeding, dirty talk, and size difference.

Respectfully, fuck off - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - Not all days are one of bliss with the Hound. After a long day you both take out your frustrations on one another, but along the way, curses turn to moans.

Warmth in the Darkest of Nights - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The mission north of the wall goes south, and the reader is trapped with the Hound in a cavern. In the biting cold, there's no room for modesty. Building warmth together, one thing leads to another. (cockwarming)

Take a Hint - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - Beauty comes with its perks as much as it does its pitfalls. The Hound is not one for sharing. Unable to throw your pursuers from the walls, his bottled-up emotions are for you to deal with come nightfall.

Milk of the Poppy - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The Hound returns one night wounded and the reader tasks themself with tending to his wounds. (Fluff)

Pending 4-part-series: Of True Faith and Sacrifice - Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane - The reader is the only trueborn daughter between Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister and the firstborn child. The reader is sent away at an early age by her Queen Mother to be raised in the Westerlands. Returned to court by Robert to be wed, but a forbidden romance grows between the reader and the Hound. The seed that has quickened in the readers stomach is caught too late and moon tea cannot be used. What will the reader do to ensure their own survival and the safety of their unborn child?

Remain in Your Eyes - TransM!Reader x Sandor Clegane - Gold might have taken you to Westeros, but the Hound kept you from setting sail back east. The tales you heard of the savages of the west had their morsels of truth. Love is so strict one could doubt it existence, but one grew between you and the sworn sword to the Crown Prince. Sandor is a reasonable man. You tell yourself that. After all, he reasoned his love for another man quick enough. He's made his wants known, his hunger clear, but you fear that when he sheds the last layers he'll no longer see you for who you are. If his disappointment or relief would hurt you the most is something you pray to never find out. (Heavy Angst)

Pending series: Mother's Mercy - female oc (Tully) x Sandor Clegane (show). Joffrey Baratheon is a fickle king, unpredictable whims that suddenly are carved into stone that none can alter. Jeyne Tully will come to learn this intimately. (Forced marriage, slow burn, fluff, mild smut) 💡

(Some will be worked into Kinktober)

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My dear! This is wonderful news! And it's coming right at the perfect time! As my personal queen of angst I give you free hand to hurt me, Din or Frankie. Just don't give it a sad ending, maybe some fluffy-fluff at the end?! . I wouldn't be up for that.. too much going for an unhappy ending. Woof ya!

Friendly Fire

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Summary: Being the only woman in the team made things hard for you, or so you thought. The boys loved to give you a hard time. Everyone but Frankie and that wound you up more! To the point where you make a mistake that could cost more than just your career.

Relationship: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I chose not to give any. This is definitely an enemy’s to lovers kinda sitch tho. I loved this request but mainly because I love to inflict some angst. Hope you enjoy @gallowsjoker😘

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You hated how nice he was to you all the time. The others all ribbed you. Teased you for being a ‘woman in a man’s job’ as they put it. You knew they were only teasing. When it came to it you had their back and they had yours but there was something about Frankie that got your hackles up. 

Now, something you’d admitted early on was that all your teammates were gorgeous. All except maybe Tom. He had a face that you wanted to hit. You weren’t sure why, you just did. Ben was like an excitable puppy. He was a little older than you in age but he certainly didn’t act it. Will, Ben's brother, was definitely the more level-headed of the two of them. He however was obsessed with keeping track of everything and that, in itself, irritated you all to no end. Santi was devastatingly beautiful but he knew it which to you was a turn-off but not to the girls that frequented his bed so often and you couldn't help but wonder how he did it. Tom was a hard-ass but a natural leader. He didn't let his emotions get in the way and that you admired about him. It was one of your greatest weaknesses. 

Then there was Frankie. 

Francisco Morales. 

He was quiet and reserved. Except for when you got a drink or two in him and then you couldn't get him to shut up. He was the only one in the group that was constantly nice to you and for whatever reason it made you hate him. So you avoided him when you could. You were all professional when it came down to it but when you were off the clock. He was nothing but background noise. 

Today however you were in a particularly bad mood. You weren't sure what it was but everything Frank did seemed to rub you up the wrong way. It started with your bulletproof vest. 

For whatever reason you'd not been able to tighten it properly, the straps getting stuck or ending up too tight but then he came in. Knight Morales to the rescue and you felt your blood boil. His soft eyes and kind smiles driving you to distraction. 

"There." He'd said sweetly as he patted your arm and gave you a small nod. 

"Thanks." You'd replied harshly and you'd not been able to miss the way his face had fallen at your reply. 

That expression had tugged on something alien to you and you were left puzzled as he walked away to grab his own vest. 

Tom had prepared you all for the op. He was meticulous in his detail but that's how he got you all out alive each and every time so you all shut up and listened to him. When he was sure you were all clear, you jumped into a bird that Frankie was to pilot to the mission and you all shut up, the journey passing in comfortable silence. 

Fast forward two hours and you were scoping the area, Ben and Will keeping a watch on the main gate as you, Tom, Santi and Fish hit the house. Everything started off smoothly. You managed to infiltrate the bolthole, tying and gagging the guards at the door before Frankie and Santi started to clear the rest of the floor.

"Poppy, stick with me." Tom growled when he noticed that you were starting to edge towards the stairwell "We will clear down here, leave upstairs to Fish and Pope." 

"Why them?" You growled, "I'm just as good a shot as the rest of you." 

"Don't let your ego get in the way." Tom snapped and you let out a low groan before nodding your head. 

Pope and Fish did indeed clear the top floor but alas, your quarry was nowhere to be found. That's when you decided to take a deeper look, going against Tom's orders and sneaking upstairs when the others had joined Red in the kitchen. 

You scanned your surroundings, creeping through the hallways like a mouse and you were just about to give up when a bullet ricocheted off the doorframe beside you. You ducked for cover, catching sight of the man you'd come here to catch. 

"I've found him." You stated over coms "In pursuit." 

"Negative." Tom ordered, "Do not engage until we join you." 

"That's likely." You grumble to yourself, chasing after him despite the fact. 

You chase him into a room that's lined with a long balcony and you think you've got him. He stands there panting against the balcony railing and you smirked at him as he nervously turned to face you. 

"Nowhere to run now you prick." You growled, gun pointed at him as you took slow, sure steps towards him. 

The next few moments were then a blur. One moment you were pointing your weapon at the piece of shit you'd been told to capture dead or alive and the next you were swivelling around and firing at whoever it was that had crept up on you. 

You hadn't even thought about it. It had been an automatic response but as the adrenaline wore off and you actually took in the person, you realised you'd fired on your comrade. 

Your head snapped around, only to see that the piece of shit had escaped and you let out an audible growl.

"For fuck sake Catfish I had him." You yelled as you turned to face him, your face dropped him you found him on his knees and clutching his neck "Shit." 

You were at his side in a heartbeat, loosening his vest and revealing a nasty wound on his neck, just above his shoulder. You tore off your own vest, not thinking about how you were leaving yourself vulnerable and tore off your shirt to press down on the heavily bleeding wound. 

"Help." You then pleaded over coms "Fish is down, I repeat... Fish is down." 

"Status?" Came Tom's voice and you found it hard to keep your voice steady.

"Gunshot wound to the neck." You stated, feeling your strength start to waver "Bleeding heavily." 

That was all they needed to know and in what felt like the blink of an eye you were being pulled away as Santi and Will started to tend to Frankie. 

"What the fuck happened?" Snapped Ben and that was it. 

You broke.

"I shot him." You choked "I didn't realise it was him... I heard someone sneak in and I just turned and shot... I didn't... Shit, I didn't mean to." You were in pieces as you finished your sentence and Ben pulled you into his arms. 

Tom stood guard over the room as Ironhead and Pope worked but your eyes were fixed on Frankie's face. His expression would haunt you for the rest of your days. He was terrified. His eyes locked with yours and you saw them soften a moment before his face morphed into something else and blood started to spew from his mouth. 

"Shit, he's got blood in his airway." Pope exclaimed and you felt sick "I need to intubate him." He stated, "Try to clear his airway as I prep the tube." The man ordered as he pulled out his field kit "Tom, we need a med-evac." 

Will went to work, desperately trying to clear his friend's throat of blood before Santi pulled out a tube and the device he needed to intubate his brother in arms. He made it look easy. The tube went in with little trouble as Will stroked his friend's hair with one hand whilst holding his blood in with the other, and whispered calming words to him. 

"We need to get him out of here." Pope stated as he attached the bag and started to pump air into his friend's lungs and you were startled by how calm Frankie seemed to be.

Calm... or weak? 

"How far out Tom?" Santi questioned, handing the bag to Will so he could go about staunching the blood. 

"Five minutes." He stated and Pope nodded. 

"Here that Frank?" He said, finally speaking to his partner "Five minutes and you'll be off to the hospital where they'll fix you up real nice." 

Frankie didn't respond, his eyes were but mere slits as his battle to stay awake started to get the better of him. 

"Just stay with me, buddy." Ben pleaded, his eyes filled with tears as you allowed yourself to look up at him. 

Frankie's eyes opened a little wider as he shared a look with all of his brothers before finally settling on you. There was something in his eyes. Some unspoken thing and you found at that moment that everything suddenly made sense. Why he irritates you so much. Why everything he did seemed to grate at you. It was a truth as old as time. 

You had feelings for him and it seemed, as he lay there looking at you with his watery gaze, he had them for you too. 

"Not long now." You said softly as you released yourself from Ben's grasp and lowered yourself to the ground, taking Will's place at his side. The older Miller passed the bag to Pope again and stood, giving you the space you needed and watched as you took Frankie's hand and smiled at him. 

"Just keep your eyes on me, Morales." You ordered, "Help's so close." 

You could hear the sound of blades cutting the air and that was Tom's cue to go get them. 

"Hear that Fish?" Ben said softly "Help's here." 

Frankie's eyes didn't leave yours. He lay there, tube jutting between his straight teeth and gazed at you with eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room you were in. Your smile got wider as you pulled his hand to your lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles and just for a moment, a smile graced his face but it went slack just as quickly. Your stomach sank as your eyes rolled back and you sobbed as his body went limp. 

"Fish?" You choked, your eyes not drifting from his face "Stay with me." 

Pope felt for a pulse and found none. He fought to keep himself under control as he handed you the bag and ordered you to pump as he started compressions. 

"Come on Fish, don't you do this to me brother." He ordered, "You don't get to check out on me brother." 

You sobbed, unable to hold back the tears. 

"Keep pumping that bag." Santi snapped and you jumped a little before continuing, watching Frankie's body rock as his friend desperately tried to revive his friend. 

Frankie started to choke on the tube, alerting you that he was back and then he grew still again but this time he was simply unconscious. Then the room was a swarm of activity and you were pulled away as the professionals started to work. 

In what felt like the blink of an eye you were in the hospital waiting room whilst Ben held your hand. The doctors had wanted to check you over and then you'd refused to leave. Ben had volunteered to stay with you and so the two of you had been sitting there for several hours waiting for news. 

"This is all my fault." You choked, breaking the tense silence that had clung to you both for so long "I was stubborn and I let my ego get the better of me." You sobbed "No Frankie might die and it's all my fault." 

"He's going to be fine." Ben assured you and you gave him a weak smile "Fish'll keep on swimming." He said, pulling a small chuckle from you "He's too strong to go out like this." 

Ben was right of course. 

Frankie pulled through the surgery and after two weeks on a ventilator in an induced coma he was doing better. You, however, were still haunted by the look on his face that day you'd shot him. When interviewed about how it had happened, the boys had pleaded for you to lie but there was no way you could. You had shot Frankie and you had to suffer the consequences. 

You were there when they took him off life support and you were there when he woke up. He took a while to come around. His eyes searched for something to cling to in order to make things clearer and that had eventually been you. 

"Hey, sleepy head." You said softly as you watched his brown eyes start to clear "Water?" 

He nodded weakly and you grabbed the bottle on the table and slipped the straw in that they'd supplied you with. 

"Small sips." You instructed as you brought the straw to his lips and he complied, squeezing your hand when he was done "How are you feeling?" 

"Spectacular." He rasped and you chuckled at his reply, smiling sweetly at him as he beamed back at you. 

Your expression changed as you thought about what it was you needed to say. 

"What?" He asked upon noticing your change of expression and you let out a long sigh before taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. 

"You should hate me." You started, eyes filling with tears. 

"Why?" He rasped and that made you cry. 

"Because I've been nothing but a bitch to you since I joined and you've been nothing but nice to me." You scoffed, eyes locking with his and noting that small smile that crossed his face. 

"I could never hate you Hermosa." He whispered "Although... I know you weren't my biggest fan, you didn't have to shoot me in order to get your point across." He teased but you sobbed instead "I care for you Pops... You more so than the others and I know that you don't feel the same but-" 

"I do." You interrupted and his mouth snapped shut "I think I always have and I've been in denial about it this whole time." You paused a moment, looking down at your joined hands before continuing "I uh... You've always been so nice to me and I dunno, I guess I hated how vulnerable you made me feel so I lashed out and dealt with it all wrong." 

"We all make mistakes." He replied, his voice a little stronger. 

"Yeah well... Mine almost got you killed." You scoffed. 

"It was an accident." He argued, "I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." 

"Yeah well, the higher-up's don't agree with that and I've been kicked out of the squad." 

"What?" He exclaimed, pulling your attention back to him "That's bullshit." 

"It's for the best." 

"How is it?" Fish argued and you sighed. 

"It means that I can get out." You confessed "I'm tired Fish. Tired of all of this." You said, motioning at him "Putting our lives on the line for what?"

"Our country." He argued and you scoffed. 

"Yeah... Hell lot of thanks we get." You grumbled, letting go of his hand and standing "I am being sent home Frank." You announced a few moments later and his brows drew together "I think it's time I left anyway. I'm lucky really... It could have ended so much worse for me." 

Frankie lay there watching you as you paced a while before stopping and looking up at him again, a small smile filling your features before you continued. 

"Seeing as I'm no longer your comrade." You started, watching Frankie's face morph into a mixture of emotions "Can I um... Can I take you to dinner sometime?" You asked and a small split his features. 

"You want to take me to dinner?" He questioned, "The man you've done nothing but blank for the last six years." 

"I uh..." You started to panic, looking away as you tried to find something, anything, else to look at "It's uh... it was just a suggestion. You don-" 

"Yes." He interrupted and you spun to face him again "Yes I would like to have dinner with you." 

"Really?" You squeaked and his expression softened as his heart swooned at how vulnerable you now were. 

"Definitely." 

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