Aerian My Otp You Cannot Change My Mind

aerian my otp you cannot change my mind

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Jealousy (Dorian Havilliard x Reader)

Fandom: Throne of Glass

Warning(s): none

Word Count:  1094

Summary: Reader and Dorian both get jealous

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He watched you laugh with Chaol. Of course, Yerne was there too but that wasn’t the point. It’s been days since he got to spend time with you. You’d been away dealing with some lords and had only returned hours ago. Rather than going to him you were sitting with Chaol. He’d only known you were back because a servant told him. It didn’t help that you’d ignored him for days before your departure.

Another laugh from you broke him from his thoughts and he moved over to the table and sat across from you. He definitely didn’t like the frown that took over your face when you looked at him. 

“Seems like I’m missing a party,” he said, keeping his gaze trained on you. 

“Well I’m sure you were preoccupied.”

Yerne and Chaol shared a look before the former spoke. 

“Y/n was just telling us about what happened with the Lords.”

“I didn’t know how fun political negotiations could be.”

You laughed quietly. “I think you know just how fun they can be.”

Chaol and Yerne shared another look before standing. 

“We have some things to do, but we’ll see you both later.”

Keep reading

“be more careful.”, “you’re going to get sick.”, “i think we’re soulmates.” with joshua please? 😸

the act of caring for another

pairing: non-idol!fiance!joshua x gn!reader

prompt: 6 + 20 + 45 from these prompts!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: reader is sick. soft shua. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: ok ngl... writing this made me a lil sleepy  

joshua hong, self-proclaimed expert of those he loved, knew that you were a thousand times more stubborn whenever you were sick. that was why he always took the opportunity to baby you more. otherwise you’d end up like this: sitting on the floor, watching him change the bed sheets because you spilled soup everywhere.

(to be fair, he pulled a chair aside for you to sit in. you just refused to budge from your spot with one of the only clean blankets wrapped around your shivering form.)

“joshy,” you whined from your spot as he wiped down the mattress protector. that’d been his idea after you spilled your tea once, just to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again. “i’m sorry.”

he paused from where he’d been reaching for the fitted sheet to unravel, turning back to look at you. you were pouting, and he had to fight back a smile at how cute you could be. “it’s okay,” he crouched down, reaching for your hands instead. he pulled you forward, at first just to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “just... be more careful from now on, okay? tell me if you don’t feel good.”

“but i’m fine,” you whined. despite your protests, you let him pull you up to your feet. “i just... dropped the bowl by accident.”

he’d seen the way your hands shook for a moment, and he knew it was a lie. another downplay of how awful you felt. wordlessly, joshua pushed you toward the chair, letting you settle down. getting you back into bed would be easier if you were sitting higher up.

“i wouldn’t mind feeding you,” he said. “that’s what husbands are for, right?”

the tiniest smile crossed your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re not my husband yet, joshy.”

he ignored the urge to kiss you then and there. as if you didn’t call him your husband when the two of you were with strangers, always dropping the word so casually because you knew how giddy it made him. he’d referred to you as his spouse before, too. ever the dutiful lover, joshua turned away from you to focus on making up your bed again. the sooner it was done, the sooner you could rest... and the sooner he could have you back in his arms, once he gave you your medicine.

it was easy enough to go through the tiring habit of making your bed (something joshua always preferred to do with you, just to share the work and lessen the load), to start the washer to remove the stains, to give you your medicine once you were tucked underneath your layers of blankets. taking care of you would always be the easiest thing for him to do, if he was honest, even when it seemed tiring.

(”it’s easy because i love you,” he had said the last time you were sick. “it’s always easier for people like that, y’know?”)

he’d reached out for you, expecting for you to do the usual when you were sick: fold yourself into his arms and tease him about how he was oh so clearly in love with you. yet this time, you pulled away. before he could question it, you looked up at him as he leaned over you.

“you’re going to get sick,” you whined a little, already looking as though you were about to nod off. “i don’t wanna make you sick...”

he snuggled in anyway. “i don’t get sick. it’s fine,” he pressed a kiss into your neck. “you should sleep if you want to.”

after a moment, you cuddled closer to him, pressing your warm lips against his arm. he listened to the way your breathing grew slower with fatigue, your head drooping against the pillow.

“shua?” you mumbled at one point, not quite asleep yet. “i think we’re soulmates.”

he’d smiled as he kissed your shoulder once more, before snuggling in for a nap with you. “i think so, too.”

prompt: asking the boys (as a stranger) for help to get away from a stalker

pairing: jeonghan x reader; joshua x reader (separate)

warning: stalkers

Jeonghan

jeonghan would just be standing idly when he gets bumped by you

you stuttered an apology, showing him your shaking hands and panicked eyes

you flinch as you find the stalker that's been following you for the past 20 minutes

he notices this and goes in in front of you blocking your sight from the person

you look up at him tears brimming in your eyes

he steels his gaze and turns back to the man approaching you both, jeonghan hiding you behind him in case anything happened

the man backs off seeing that jeonghan wouldn't back down, and left

jeonghan takes you to the side of the path as you calmed down

you thank him for his help and he gives you a warm welcome

he would even give you a pat on the head when he's assured that you'd be safe by yourself.

Joshua

you're a foreigner who had the lucky chance to come to Korea for vacation

unfortunately, you couldn't speak the language save for a few casually used phrase and sentences

so being confronted by a person who you didn't know, in a country that didn't speak english was very intimidating

he kept saying stuff that you didn't understand, even though you poorly communicated to him that you didn't understand anything he was saying

it had gotten to the point that he was basically harassing you, as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the cafe

fortunately for you, a tall gentleman that wore the worker uniform came to your rescue

they exchanged words before the man glared at the both of you and went of the establishment bitterly

"oh thank you so much. i thought i was gonna have a panic attack," you said relieved with a hand over your heart

"you're welcome. you should be more careful though. those groups take advantage of foreigners. next time don't entertain them, just walk away immediately," he politely advised, "i'm joshua, by the way, and i believe this is yours? (y/n)?"

you blushed at how prettily he said your name and responded, "yes that me. thank you again so much for your help."

he smiled and nodded as the both of you exchanged your goodbyes

with your beverage in your hand and a cute boy helping you, you couldn't help but blush at this wonderful vacation event in your life

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i fucking love the fact that the tog fandom is coming back and has just collectively decided that Gavriel is the number one DILF

( someone who wrote a lot for tog a while back )

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