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[captainsophiestark]

Smooth Talker Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)

Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.

Word Count: 1,522

Category: Fluff, Humor

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I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.

I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.

Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.

"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."

I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."

The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.

I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.

When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.

I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.

Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.

"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.

"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."

"...You what?"

I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.

"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."

"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."

I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."

Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Alright..."

"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."

"They WHAT?"

"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."

I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."

Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.

"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."

"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"

Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.

"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."

I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.

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[even-all]

God there's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn into a mindless toy for me.

I love watching him relax when he plays with himself, going from embarrassed to uncaring as his body goes limp and his cock gets hard under his hand-- under my instruction. Reminding him that he's safe with me, that he can let himself feel good without shame. You don't need to think about anything but how good it feels-- you can worry about everything else later. It's not going anywhere. Right now all that matters is being my good, obedient boy.

Seeing the hazy look in his eyes as he nods lazily, his handsome voice repeating back anything I want to hear. It feels so good to listen to me, and he is such a good boy. Nothing quite like watching an intelligent man struggle to find his words between his slurred moans.

I want to play with his cunt and cock until there's nothing in his head except my name and how badly he wants to cum for me. What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like you. Cum for me, baby.

Over and over, until I say he's done. Even when it's too much, and his poor cock is aching and sensitive and twitching. He'll keep going, because he wants to be my good boy. How terribly lucky I am.

Finally, finally letting him take the toy off when he's shaking. Watching him collapse into his bed with an exhausted grin. My darling boy.

I let him stay like that, floaty and sweet and obedient until he fell asleep to my whispered praises. My good boy. You did such a good job for me. You know I love you so much. So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and you know I'm all yours. Relax now. It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.

I can't wait to do this again but with him asleep on my chest so I can run my nails down his back and play with his hair. My good boy <3

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[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 of the badly kept secrets of Eddie's heart monitor

After the first two weeks, Steve seems to have suddenly decided to stop visiting Eddie. No explanation, no goodbye: one day he's there, and then he... Isn't. It takes a few days, sometimes, Steve has a life of his own after all, but a whole week goes by with nothing. And another one. Eddie only knows he's alive – and in town – because the others told him when he asked. Maybe Steve's gotten tired of being surrounded by all that hospital sterility. Or maybe he's gotten tired of being around Eddie. Or maybe... Eddie groans and takes up a stare-down with the fucking heart monitor that's still attached to him at all times, his biggest enemy.

Unfortunately, he has way too much time on his hands, alone in this room and unable to do anything but lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. It makes it far too easy to let his thoughts spiral. Maybe – no, probably, certainly, undoubtedly – that goddamn heart monitor was the ideal help for Steve to decipher Eddie's biggest secret without any difficulties.

Yes, that must be the reason why Steve is staying away. Sure, the guy could tolerate being around “the freak” for a few hours a week out of pity, but of course he wouldn't want anything to do with him anymore upon finding out exactly what kind of freaky thoughts he really has about Steve. Steve was polite enough to pretend like he didn't notice the heart monitor speeding up every single time he got in Eddie's proximity, but of course, of course he noticed. He noticed and now he hates Eddie.

And honestly? He has every right to hate Eddie, with the way Eddie has been exploiting every opportunity to get Steve to touch him. Even though he'd regret it right away whenever the heart monitor couldn't shut the fuck up, Eddie never learned from his mistakes. He was even stupid enough to find meaning in the way Steve's touch would linger after helping him lie down or sit up, stupid enough to find tenderness in the way Steve held his arms when helping him out of his bed and to the bathroom. Obviously, Steve never wanted any of that. Obviously, that only made Steve uncomfortable, but the poor guy was too polite to lash out to the dude chained to a hospital bed healing from having all his organs chewed inside out.

Eddie sighs and closes his eyes; not because he wants to sleep, but because the staring contest with the heart monitor isn't really getting him anywhere. Maybe it's for the best that Steve is staying away. That way, Eddie might be able to get over him more easily. He doesn't deserve Steve's friendship anyway.

***

“I wanna visit Eddie today.”

“Alright, have fun,” Steve answers. “Tell him I said hi.”

Robin sighs dramatically. “No, dingus, you're coming with me. I need a ride.”

“No!” It comes out of his mouth a little too quick, a little too loud, and Robin raises her eyebrows at him.

“No, I can't,” he explains in a calmer voice.

Robin raises her eyebrows even further, making them disappear beneath her bangs altogether. “You literally just told me you don't have plans after work.”

“Yeah, but...” He lets his voice fade out and settles on muttering something incomprehensible.

“I did not understand one single word of what you were saying,” Robin points out. She sounds annoyed, but there's a vaguely amused smile playing around her lips, betraying how she really feels about the whole thing. “Seriously, what's up with you and Eddie? Did you have a fight or something?”

“No...”

“Until two weeks ago, you were at the hospital basically every spare minute of your time. You even canceled two dates just so you could spend more time with Eddie! And now, all of a sudden, you'd rather spend your evening on your own at home watching TV than visit your friend?”

“He's not my friend,” Steve protests.

She gives him a punch against his shoulder.

“Okay, I'm pretty sure he hates me, Rob.” Steve finally caves in. “He gets, like, very uncomfortable whenever I'm around. And I don't wanna add to his discomfort any more than necessary, so it's better I stay away from him.”

“Well, I don't know what on earth gave you that idea, but that is by far the biggest load of bullcrap I heard all week,” Robin says matter-of-factly. “He's asked about you every single time I visited him. He'll be happy to see you, dingus, you're coming with me today. No excuses.”

***

Like clockwork, the steady beeping of the heart monitor falters as soon as Eddie locks eyes with Steve. To make things even worse, what little color that is on Eddie's cheeks leaves his face immediately.

Despite the paleness of Eddie's face, Steve can't help but notice how good he looks in comparison to when he last saw him two weeks ago. He's sitting straight up, leaning against a pillow, and the look in his eyes is far from drowsy.

“S-Steve,” Eddie stutters out. “Hi.” He clears his throat. “And – and Robin, of course, hi! Good to see ya, Buck.” He stretches out his arms to embrace her, and Steve awkwardly comes up behind her. It feels weird not to follow Robin's example and give him a hug, but when he bows over the bed and wraps his arms around Eddie, the beeping immediately picks up speed again. To make things even worse, Eddie quite literally recoils from his touch, leaning away as far as possible and letting his arms hover in the air around Steve more than actually hugging him back.

When Steve looks at Robin, he notices that her eyes have grown about twice their normal size while they flash back and forth between Eddie, the machines around his bed, and Steve.

He locks eyes with her and tries to silently convey a See, I told you so about Eddie resenting him. She answers with a barely visible nod and relief fills Steve's chest. He's lucky to have Robin right by his side, his best friend, the one person he can always count on understanding him. She'll get them out of here in no time and leave Eddie in peace and –

“Oh shoot, sorry, I forgot I need to get a, um, a thing from the car,” Robin says. “I'll be right back.”

As she stumbles out of the room, Steve wants to scream at her that that was very much the opposite of what he wanted her to do, but she disappears before he can do anything about it, only leaving an awkward silence in her wake. So Steve has no choice but to turn back to Eddie and take his familiar place in the chair beside his bed.

“I kinda didn't expect to see you anymore.” Eddie is the one to break the silence. He sounds more distant than the last time Steve saw him. It must be worse than Steve thought: Eddie had been happy to be rid of him and now here he is again, after a meager two weeks of peace.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbles. “She insisted I come with her.”

“So you didn't wanna come?”

Steve chuckles darkly at the irony in that question, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Alright, I'm just gonna say it,” says Eddie when it becomes clear that Steve doesn't quite know what to say. “You figured out what I – how I felt about you, didn't you? Cause of the heart thing.”

Steve looks away, stares intently at the ugly dark blue linoleum carpet under his feet.

“Yeah,” he quietly confesses. There's no use denying it now, he figures.

Eddie heaves out a long sigh.

“For what it's worth: I'm really sorry, Steve, I didn't mean to make you-”

“It's fine,” Steve quickly interrupts him. He doesn't think he could bear Eddie's pity right now. “Don't worry about it. I just wanted to give you some space, y'know, get outta your hair for a bit. I didn't want to make this any more painful for you than it has to be.”

“Really?”

The heart monitor stutters again and Eddie's voice sounds weirdly strained. Steve can't help but look up. He's met with big brown eyes that are looking at him like Eddie actually cares about him. For a moment, Steve imagines to see tears, but then Eddie blinks and the illusion is gone.

“I um... I appreciate that, man,” Eddie says.

Another awkward silence dawns over the room.

“Wait,” Eddie says after a few seconds. “So you're not angry?”

“No!” Steve immediately replies – and it's true. He understands why Eddie doesn't like being around him, that too much has happened in the past for them to just move on and hold hands or some shit.

“It's not your fault,” he tells Eddie. He looks away again, back to the floor in front of his sneakers. “If it's anyone's fault, it's mine, right?”

Eddie huffs out a sound of disbelief. “Why, cause you're just too damn sexy, Harrington?”

Steve frowns. “Well, no, cause I was an asshole and I was mean to your friends during all of high school and it's stupid of me to expect you to just get over that shit and-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

There's that stutter in the heart monitor again. It makes Steve wonder if he's putting Eddie's health at risk by simply existing next to him. Maybe it would be better to leave Eddie alone and wait in the car until Robin is done with her visit. What the hell is taking her so long anyway?

He keeps his eyes stubbornly focused on the blue floor. “Isn't that why you got so uncomfortable having me around?” he points out. “Look, I get it, man. I was an asshole, it's true. And it was selfish of me to keep showing up here only because you were too polite to say to my face what you thought about me. I was only thinking about myself and about how much I liked being here with you, it wasn't fair.”

All of a sudden, the soft touch of a hand lands on his shoulder. He hates how that makes his own heart speed up. If he were the one attached to a heart monitor, Eddie would've seen right through him in an instant, that's for sure.

He looks up and meets Eddie's wide-eyed, somewhat shocked face.

“You - you thought you were making me uncomfortable?” Eddie asks him, sounding like he's completely gobsmacked.

Steve frowns. “Isn't that what we've been talking about for the past five minutes?”

“Steve,” Eddie says. “I am so sorry. I didn't – I never – Look. Listen.” He removes his hand from Steve's shoulder and roughly wipes it over his face. His heart monitor accelerates even further. “Please don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you, okay?” He doesn't wait for a reaction, only uses his pause to take a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again and looking right into Steve's.

“I'm gay, Steve. And that evil computer over there-” He points towards the heart monitor, “-keeps betraying my big, fat, gay crush on you. Every time you walk in here, or read my book to me, or do so much as smile at me, I just – God, I'm such a goner for you and there was no hiding it because of that stupid fucking thing.”

This time, Steve is quite sure he is not at all imagining the tears in Eddie's eyes.

“I thought that's why you stopped visiting. Cause you figured out how gay I am – about you – and you didn't want anything to do with that. With me. Being gay. For you.”

Eddie swallows. He lifts a hand and pulls a strand of hair over his face in a poor attempt to hide the truly terrified expression that's all over his features.

“Jesus, Eddie,” Steve breathes out. He can't even begin to comprehend how spectacularly wrong he has been about everything. It's almost like he's in shock. Only a minute ago, he thought Eddie despised him. And now, he has to process the revelation that the guy in fact has had a crush on him – a “big, fat, gay crush” – all along. That the reason his heart was behaving so weirdly was because Steve's proximity made him lovesick. That he recoiled from Steve's touches out of fear that the monitor would give him away and make Steve realize he was gay and in love with him.

“Please say something?” It sounds like a question, small and so afraid of what is about to come.

“Eddie, I – Jesus. This is... A lot. To process,” Steve manages to choke out.

“I know,” Eddie says. “I'm sorry I made you think I hated you. But... Please don't hate me. I really missed you visiting. We can be friends, right? You won't even have to touch me ever again, we can just hang out like bros, and I'll try to get my feelings for you under control, and you can-”

Steve finally gains control over his body again: he leaps forward and presses his lips against Eddie's with slightly more force than he had meant to do.

A surprised yelp escapes from Eddie's mouth, and the beeping of the heart monitor goes even crazier. It makes Steve's own heart do a goddamn cartwheel, that audible proof of what he is making Eddie feel.

He completely understands why the heart monitor is going batshit crazy right now; everything about this is fucking amazing. One of his hands finds its way to Eddie's surprisingly soft hair, and he revels in the feeling of touching Eddie again and in the taste of Eddie's lips against his own, and maybe he should just climb into Eddie's bed to–

“Thank God for that.”

They quickly jump apart to find Robin standing in the doorway, an annoyingly smug grin on her face.

“You two could really not be more stupid if you tried, huh?”

Steve squints at her while his hand blindly finds Eddie's on top of the sheets and curls itself around it. He feels his cheeks heat up, but he doesn't care. Nothing matters anymore, except for Eddie's hand warmly resting in his own.

“Did you even need anything from the car at all?” he asks Robin, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, of course not,” Robin scoffs. “Just needed you idiots to finally get your shit together. I don't think I've ever met anyone more dense than the two of you, seriously! There were at least three moments when I almost barged in here to just smash your faces tog-”

“You were eavesdropping on us?!”

“Obviously.”

Steve opens his mouth, indignant and ready to tell her exactly how mean and evil she is, but she merely raises a hand and the look in her eyes is terrifying enough to shut him up before he has even started speaking.

“Hey, listen,” she says. Something in her face softens. “I'm really happy for you guys. Seriously, no matter how stupid you are, you two deserve every bit of happiness in the world.” She takes a step backwards towards the door. “I'll go wait in the car, dingus. Go kiss each other some more.”

And before Steve or Eddie can say anything, she winks and closes the door behind her.

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~❦Caught Feelings❦~

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Merman x F!Reader

This is actually my first time writing about falling in love and stuff, so I hope I did good!

The art used doesn't belong to me, but to it's rightful owner @weyowang!

TW: ENTANGLEMENT OF MARINE LIFE, other than that it's pure fluff!

Another fish is wrapped up by a loose fishing line, it was the fifth one today Tullius has come across on his way close to the shore. The lone merman wastes no time and swims over to help the poor puffer fish in need. His long, strong, pale tail pushing him through the water with no effort.

Reaching for the puffed up creature he carefully untangles the thin line from its spikes and removes the hook puncturing it's pectoral fin. Luckily the brown and white spotted fish isn't badly hurt and manages to swim off just fine, deflating in the process. That has become an almost daily routine for the male. Everyday Tullius would swim to the beach located not far away from his shipwreck he calls home and collect various trinkets he found. Helping other sea life on the way if he sees them in trouble.

Tullius himself hasn't been safe from the trash and other gadgets humans have lost, or thrown out to sea. Having the scars and even part of a worn out net wrapped around his tail to prove it. The material dirty and grown with algea and tiny barnacles. It's also one of his reminders why he was shunned and eventually exiled from his previous home. Trying to get it off with the help from others when he couldn't do it alone, only for them to end up chasing him away.

Anything and everything human related is frowned upon in his folk. As more people came to visit the beaches, mermaids and mermen were forbidden to come anywhere close to the surface, by order of their king.

But despite knowing how bad it is for his home which he calls the ocean, he can't help but still be curious and fascinated by humans and their strange knick knacks. There's a whole wooden shelf in the downed ship full of things he's collected. One new strange, or in his eyes, beautiful object found throughout his trips is added daily. The merman doesn't even know where to stock the rest of them he'll find in the future!

Tullius has come to like it out here by himself. It's not like he was well liked before either. Tullius was seen as an outsider already by not having a vibrant color of a tale, or beautiful fins like the others.

Of course he has kept safe distances from the shore to make sure he wouldn't be spotted, but lately he can't stop himself from peeking out of the water every so often. Swimming closer day by day, just to get another glimpse of something. Or more like, someone.

Tullius has seen humans before, but when he first saw you he couldn't take his midnight blue eyes away from your figure walking along the beach. Cradling and comforting a seagull you've rescued from drowning. From this day on he couldn't stop himself from visiting, just to hope to get another glimpse of you from behind a few rocks. His organ in his chest beating faster and a warm giddy feeling spreading throughout Tullius' body. At first he confused the feeling with sickness, or the tiny fish he had for breakfast, swimming around in his belly. But then he remembered, food that's been chewed and eaten can't swim anymore.

The male came to realize, this strange feeling returns whenever he's watching you from the distance, but it's not uncomfortable. No. He likes it. A lot. And it grew as time passed, the longer he watched the more enamored he became.

Tullius desperately wants to get closer to you but, what would you think of him? Would you like him back? Or would you look at him with disgust like his own kind? He sure hopes it's not the latter.

Another dreamy sigh leaves his lips as Tullius rests his head in both of his palms, half of his body leaning on top of the rocky surface on his usual watch spot. White tail lazily swinging back and forth in the blue ocean waters. Admiring your (body type) figure doing small dances while you keep singing to your favorite song that's playing through your earphones. Hardly anyone comes to this part of the beach since it's so secluded and luckily for the merman, you've decided to live in a small hut close by! It just happened recently but he couldn't have been more excited, especially since he gets to see you everyday now.

With a soft smile Tullius listens to your lovely voice, his wine colored ear fins twitching occasionally. No matter how good or terrible your singing is to you, he thinks it's the most beautiful sound in the world. The white haired male would love to sing with you, if he could.

Tullius snaps out from his thoughts when he heard a loud "oof" and thud in the sand. It seems you've stumbled over yourself and landed almost face first into the warm sand, for a second he was worried you might've hurt yourself only to make a quiet noise of relief when you get up unharmed. Immediately ducking behind the rock for cover when you take a look around to make sure no one has seen that clumsy act.

His heart beats against his ripcage hoping you didn't notice him watching, taking a quick peek over again Tullius lets out a small sad grumble when you make your way back into your hut and out of his sight. Yes, he does want to get to know you, but he always just gets too nervous for his own good.

But he told himself to finally approach you, the merman just has no idea how. So he ends up swimming around in circles in deep thought. The sound of panicked splashing suddenly makes him look over to the beach where a poor sea turtle is trying to get into the water. Half of its shell wrapped up tightly in a net which is holding the animal just barely away from the incoming waves. Tullius swims over quickly, looking left and right for any sign of another human around.

The male crawls onto shore and drags himself over, his arms lifting his upper body up from the heated sand, the small ocean waves now just barely reaching his white finned tail. Tullius, like others of his kind can breathe in air just fine, but he still has to hurry before his gills and other fishy half dries out in the hot sun. The animal notices the merman closing in and continues to struggle, sand flying in the air and some landing in his messy locks in the process from its flippers.

As Tullius tries to comfort the turtle his scaled hands grasp onto the net and he tries to pull it away, with no luck. It looks to be wrapped around to tightly, almost suffocatingly for one to just pull it off. And slowly but surely he feels himself get dryer. The tides also seem to go against him as well when he notices the water drawing back and further away from them. His eyes start loosing focus and Tullius can feel himself growing weaker and dizzy, until he collapses onto the sand beside the other sea creature.

In his barely awake state, he notices something approaching in the distance, but he's to weak to react or make a noise that would alert the stranger. They come to a short halt and seem to call out to him, whatever it is they're saying rings through his head in a blur. His lack of response makes them hurry over until they finally reached him. Tullius barely feels his hands being lifted and freed from the net, before being held up and brought to who knows where.

Until he feels himself being submerged into the familiar salty water, he splashes for a short moment before calming down and letting himself float to the surface with relief. Dry skin regaining its needed moisture.

Then his deep blue eyes meet your wide surprised (e/c) ones and he yelps, submerging himself in the shallow water to hide.

“Wait!”, That sweet voice of yours calls out to him and he slowly rises his head to the surface until just the top of his head and eyes are poking out from the water. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible. Throwing the small knife away which you've used to cut through the seams of the net to free both the sea turtle and merman. With a quick glance down Tullius also discovers the lack of a familiar old net wrapped tightly around him now gone.

Keeping a safe distance and speaking in a calm voice as you show you're empty handed now. “It's OK... I'm not going to harm you. See? I also freed your friend if you're wondering.”

Tullius meanwhile almost can't believe his own eyes, the human girl he's been fawning over for who knows how long has saved him. And she's not afraid of him! He keeps staring at you with big sparkling eyes, ear fins twitching happily. “Can you talk?”, the merman tilts his head once he snaps out of his small daze and shakes his head lightly, small waves rippling around his head. While the male has learned and understands human language, he can't answer. Only communicating with clicks and other noises merfolk would use.

“Ah that would've been cool. I can't believe I'm actually meeting a real mermaid! Uhh merman..?” you let out a small chuckle at the end and look at him with big amazed eyes, not believing that a supposed mythical creature is right in front of you. “My name is (y/n) it's very nice to meet you!”

Tullius let's out a few clicks in return, introducing himself despite knowing you won't understand him either way.

The two of you spend a little more time together, the merman still mostly submerged while you've sat down onto the sand with your feet dipped into the shallow waves. Having what feels like more of a one sided conversation since he can't really talk back. But nonetheless, you still understood the small gestures he would make.

Only when the sun slowly starts to set did both of you notice how late it actually is. Standing up you give the merman a small wave, “It was really nice meeting you, Mr. Merman. I hope we can see each other again some time.”

Tullius perks up at the suggestion that you want to meet him again. Tilting his head slightly to the side he makes a small squeaky sound, wanting to know when that time will be and where you're going. Of course you didn't understand him and assumed he was saying his own goodbye, you give him a sweet smile before returning back to your hut.

The male watching your form getting smaller with his ear fins cast down and a pout forming on his lips. How he wished he could follow after you just to spend more time with you. Oh wait. He can.

~~~

It's around ten at night when all of a sudden you hear something entering your small wooden hut. As if something heavy got knocked over. You left your window open to let the small ocean breeze in, and you never expected someone to actually break in. After all, you're basically alone on this part of the island. You made sure when you rented this hut for your summer holiday. Wanting nothing more but to relax and enjoy the beach without having other people there.

But when you sneaked out of your small kitchen with a frying pan in both hands, just in case, you find that merman you've met earlier today, laying face first on the wooden floor. Lowering your weapon you let out a surprised gasp “You? What are you doing here?”, at the sound of your voice he quickly looks up from the floor with big eyes, a happy purr rumbling through his chest as he sits up to the best of his ability. Seemingly proud that he has found you and entered on his own. Because it was definitely not that easy.

Now that he's out of the water you can finally admire the merman more closely. He seems to be your age, soft looking fair skin with small various shaped scars littering over his entire lean and slender body. Clawed hands littered with wine red fish scales spreading from the back of his hands leading up to his forearms and fading in color until they reach up his elbows, where on each a triangular fin with the same color is situated. Three slits on each side of his neck now visible which you guess are his gills are closed shut to instead breath in the air instead of filtering the oxygen through water.

One long dorsal fin, also colored wine red, travels from the back of his neck down and along his spine to the middle of his white tail where another triangular shaped one connects wandering down right to the end. Two extra pairs on the sides of his hips and the other one further down his tail. They all look like they've either got cut or teared on the edges and you wonder if it's as painful as it looks.

Your (e/c) eyes travel back up to his head where a mop of messy wet white hair just barely covers those beautiful dark blue eyes that seem to glow in the darker corner of your room. The merman crawls closer, making your form stiffen up slightly but you do not dare to make a sudden move.

Once he's just a few feet away from you, Tullius opens his fist he's been kept closed the entire time and reveals a (favorite color) star snail sea shell, holding it towards you. “For me?” The male nods with a chirp avoiding his gaze but glancing back at you to watch your reaction. You carefully take it from him, putting the pan away and look at it with awe exclaiming that you love his gift.

Tullius' tail slaps against the floor in delight, a sharp toothed grin and small blush spreading across his cheeks, seeing that you like his courting gift.

And this is how it would go on for a few weeks. The merman slipping into your home in the middle of the night and bringing you gifts, all the while hanging around with you so long until he has to go into the ocean again. While at day time you'll see him peaking out from the waves waiting for you to come visit him.

You came to know his name after you showed him how to write, being amazed what a quick learner your new merfriend is. The both of you bonded quickly and you would end up spending most of the time with Tullius and getting to learn more about him, as he does about you. Even sharing his collection with you and receiving some as well he's never seen before.

Eventually you come to feel a certain way for the merman, and you were hoping that he would feel the same.

Little did you know, you've already captured his heart way before you even knew him.

But the day where you have to fly back to your home from your vacation came quicker than you could count, and it made you sad about leaving Tullius for who knows how long. You have to tell him how you feel before you're gone from this island. So as per usual the first thing you do this morning, is walking out to the beach looking for the merman. And there he was, waiting for you at his usual spot by the small wooden pier leading to your hut.

Smiling he waves at you and does a few happy flips before climbing up the structure and leaping on top of you for a tight hug making you fall onto the wooden surface. Your clothes getting wet in the process but you don't mind and giggle as he purrs and nuzzles up against you.

Tullius has become more affectionate and clingy the closer you two became, but not in an overbearing or annoying way which you admit you find pretty cute.

As the two of you spend the time together, Tullius still having his arms wrapped around you chin resting on your shoulder while playing with your hair, you reveal to him about your vacation time and you ending up leaving this island. His reaction of course as you imagined makes your chest feel heavy. The merman is now pulling you tightly against him, his ear fins pulled down and whimpering softly, pleading for you to stay with him.

While Tullius understood that you had to go, it was very hard for him to accept it. After all, he just got closer to you and now you have to leave! He's worried you'll leave him forever.

“I know... I'll miss you too... ” Tullius rests his forehead against yours at your words clicking in response. And as a final goodbye he gently cups your cheeks slowly leaning in until his soft wet lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, surprising you but returning it with as much love as he's pouring into the gesture. A promise to him that you will definitely come back and visit him.

He pulls away with reddened cheeks and loving smile, loosening his hold and preparing to go back into the ocean waters. Neither of you wanted to leave but it would make it harder to say goodbye. And before he finally leaves, Tullius gives you one last look back and finally manages to form his usual noises into five simple words that fills your heart with warmth and will stay with you until the time comes that the both of you will meet again.

“I... love... you... forever...(y/n).”

#x reader #mythical beings #reader insert #female reader #merfolk #merman #fluff #merman x reader #y/n #monster x y/n #monster x reader

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

it wasn't me [t.rodman x reader]

prompt: trinity refuses admit to stealing your clothes

author notes: the word for this mini fic is "steal" obviously. i swear this is the most trinity coded fic i have written for her. i'm knocking out a request for more trin fics and helping myself write more, killing two birds with one stone. hope y'all like it 💞

trinity has a problem. actually the right word would be an addiction. she can't stop herself from stealing your clothes. the mix of your perfume and body wash you use rubs off on your clothes, making her heart all happy so can you really blame her? it was a cute habit except for when you needed to actually wear your clothes and half of your closet was gone. still you never stop her, so trinity happily indulges in her you-based addiction.

the only downside of this is the fact trinity does not like admitting it. even if everyone obviously knows it. this isn't even due to a pride thing, the american player just doesn't like to admit it. in her mind technically your clothes are her clothes so is it really stealing?

"baby! have you seen my mickey mouse pajama pants? it's going to be a little chilly and i wanna wear them," you shout out as you look through the closet in your bedroom. trinity comes into the room when she responds, "nope. haven't seen it, babes." she leans against the door frame, watching you look through your closet.

unlike you, trinity was already dressed. it was around ten am and practice started at twelve pm, so you forced her to get up eight to get ready. she groaned the entire time and demanded kisses after she did every part of her routine. you happily obligated every time.

"ugh.." you let out a groan. just deciding to give up on your idea of being extra comfy in your pajama pants and instead grabbing some black sweatpants. at least it matches your white graphic tee and the grey jacket you planned to wear out. you turn, dropping the sweatpants on your bed before coming over to trinity. "are you sure you haven't seen them?" you mumble into her chest after hugging her. trinity straightens up to hug you back properly. swaying a bit as she rests her face against the top of her head.

"nope. i don't even remember you having a pair of mickey mouse pajama pants. maybe you just made that up"

"wow, am i being gaslight right now?" you joke making her laugh loudly. the hug goes on for a long moment before you pull away. "gotta slip on these pants so we can go. i want to stop by that brunch place you like to get breakfast," you move away from the door and go to stand next to your bed.

"what? the spirit cafeteria breakfast food isn't good enough for you anymore?" trinity leans back against the doorframe. a badly hidden smirk on her lips as she watches you near your bed.

"don't you know? when someone gets famous they have higher standards. it comes with the fame," you put on a fake sad tone when saying the last sentence. trinity snorts, rolling her eyes. "oh god, where has my humble girlfriend gone?" she says.

"she's dead," you shrug before glancing at the clock sitting on one of your nightstands, "alright. get out so i can change."

"i can't watch my own girlfriend?"

"sorry, no. that choice expired after the last time we didn't go anywhere," you give her a fake pout before making a shoing gesture. the american player lets out a long groan before moving away from your room. going off into the kitchen to eat up half of your snacks.

it doesn't take long for you to get fully ready. having to also do your hair and find your training kit which somehow ended up in the guest bedroom. trinity and you leave out of the house at 10:40. with you carrying both of y'all bags since trinity claimed her arms hurt. you throw the bags into the back seat before getting into the driver's seat. trinity was already in the passenger seat before you put the bags away. you get ready to drive off, but is stopped by trinity saying, "wait!"

"what?" you look over at her, a confused expression on your face. the american player just smiles, "i have to go grab something. i forgot."

you just shrug when she gets out of the car. five minutes after going into the house, trinity comes back out. the shock on your face can't even be described as you watch trinity walk out of the house in your mickey mouse pajama pants. the one that she specifically said she didn't even knew you had.

trinity gets into the car just like before. snapping in her seat belt before looking over at you, "alright. let's go! i'm still starvinggg."

you give her a blank stare. thinking that would be enough for her to realize the current irony going on, but nope, trinity just looks away from you. focusing on connecting her playlist to the aux. "you know ashley texted me yesterday and she's actually getting along well in north carolina. i never thought i would hear her say that, weird," trinity's face scrunches up in slight disgust before shrugging.

"baby.."

"what?"

"why do you have on my pajama pants? i was looking for those!" you say as you pull out of the driveway. the american player side eyes you before looking out of the window instead of directly at you.

"i don't know what you're talking about," after saying this trinity tries to change the subject, but you aren't letting up. you keep reminding her of the earlier conversation you two had, but trinity denies that it even happens.

you drop the topic at brunch. enjoying the moments of eating nicely made bacon and pancakes while trinity gossips her head off. you try to bring it back up when y'all get back in the car to drive to practice, but trinity still doesn't let up so you drop it.

practice goes by smoothly with trinity annoying you every five minutes. you two go back to your place afterwards and slow down for the rest of the day. it's around ten pm when you bring the topic back up; and it wasn't even your fault.

trinity is in the shower while you're scrolling on twitter. mostly seeing fan tweets and bad jokes when a post about trinity catches your eye. on the tweet is the photo the washington spirit posted on instagram of trin's pre-practice outfit. she's waving in the photo while walking, with you trailing closely behind her. the tweet says the way the pants don't even reach trin's ankles. we all know who pants those are 😭

you immediately send that to trinity's phone. ready to start up the conversation once again after your thoughts were affirmed by some stranger on twitter; thank you to that fan.

© thinkingaboutjaedyn

#trinity rodman x reader #trinity rodman #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics

[andysorbit]

I read your Jisung sfw and nsfw post…

Jisung is totally the type of guy who has dirty thoughts about you but he would never initiate anything sexual because he’s too scared of rushing you or making you uncomfortable, but if you were to ask him if he’d feel uncomfortable with the idea of y’all being intimate he’d get shy and struggle to admit he thinks about it way too often 🫢

sooooo.... I had started this because well... I'm always soft for that pinhead and this may be a bit redundant and some of it might not even mesh with what was in the other one but whatever we love our big fluffy boi

just as before this is fluff and light?? smut, fem!reader

if you wanna read the one mentioned, go here

MINORS, FUCK OFF

Boyfriend!Jisung Who...

Buys you flowers and slaps you with them because he's annoying

comes home with food all the time

and you complain but you love it because this man makes sure you're always fed

"if your tummy is always full, you can't run from me"

likes to hide your things because he wants you to ask him for help

"Andrew, I can't find my sewing kit"

"did you just call me Andrew?"

"Yes I did, Anderson..."

"d'you need help finding that sewing kit or not?"

he's a space boy so he's always talking about space and if he's drunk he's in the zone

"so aliens aren't stupid... if they're capable of creating and operating technology so advanced that they can travel all over the universe, then why do they keep crashing in cornfields? shit- why aren't they crashing anywhere else? I believe in them but I feel like mankind wants to be smarter and better than everything else so badly that they'll insult the intelligence of just about anything."

"aw babe you've really put a lot of thought into that"

"I had to... I needed to make sure it made sense before I mentioned it to you. I didn't want you to think I was crazy and dump me"

"Sungie why would I dump you?"

"for thinking I'm crazy.... I just said that but that's not important right now- you gotta keep up- this is serious, okay?"

calls your mom just because he can

"your mom said she hasn't spoken to you in a few days, why haven't you called her?"

"Maybe of you weren't always on the phone with her, she'd answer when I call her dude"

"Well she invited me out for brunch so maybe you can come along too"

"maybe?"

"y/n if you're jealous then just say so"

reads to you because he knows his voice is one of your favorite things about him

shares his little rants, rambles, and questions with you

"Okay but instead of sending Jesus to the cross, why didn't everyone get one chance to file for like... spiritual bankruptcy and then after that for every sin you commit then you have to do something that bothers you like walk around for a week with wet socks or with a piece of steak stuck in your molars?"

"baby, are you okay?'"

"no, I need answers."

is so respectful because he doesn't want you thinking he likes the sex more than he likes you

moans in your ear when you're close because he knows you'll cum harder if he's moaning and talking you through it

he can barely form a sentence if he looks at you for too long but he can look you in your eyes and talk dirty to you while he's throttling you

he loves the way his hands look around your neck

he has a big dick

like it's fucking huge and your favorite thing is when he's telling you that you take it just like a good girl should

he's cutie pooks in the streets and Mr. Park in the sheets

no seriously one day you called him Mr. Park and he practically took you right there

he loves watching the way you take his cock so he always slides into you so slowly that it's almost torture

had you convinced that he had the equipment but didn't lnow how to use it and after your first time together he was smug af

"are you okay?"

"Jisung... don't you... I thought..."

"what? you thought you were gonna have to fake it?"

he's nasty but he's classy about it

#neoculturecollectives #andy's mail #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct dream smut #nct dream hard hours #nct dream hard thoughts #andyception #ANDY PARK #park jisung #park jisung smut #nct x black!reader

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Anakin the Mechanic:

Summary: Your ship had been badly damaged on your last mission and you were the one stuck fixing it. Anakin finds you looking lost and wants to help you... in more ways than one.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, banter, pretty safe.

Word count: 1,630

It was a rare day off for you, a single moment in between the chaos as the Jedi council discussed you and your master’s next assignment. You were grateful for it. Though it was not exactly an opportunity for respite. 

Your ship had been badly damaged in your last fire fight, you’d come back with a rocky descent filled with horrible noises and smoke, not a happy landing. Some of the big stuff you could understand, you got it patched up fairly easily, working all evening yesterday with a team of mechanics on the main hull. But this morning, upon trying to start it up, you found it was still having some sort of issue. 

It was frustrating as you would much rather be training, or doing your research. Or pretty much be anywhere else doing anything else. The grease from the engine was gathered underneath your nails in a most unpleasant way, your hair gone frizzy from the smoke and heat, your head aching from the fumes.

You had been staring into one of the side panels for about 10 minutes now. Determined that it was these circuits that had been causing such trouble, part of you wanted to give up and just hit it with the screwdriver that you held in your hand, just so you’d know what, and where, the damage was. 

You must have been glaring, face stony as you zoned out, very close to a small melt-down. You were very tired and this had to get done. That’s probably why when Anakin Skywalker came up behind you, you jumped, dropping your tool as he starts to laugh at you.

“That’s not funny, Anakin! I could have hurt myself!” You say as a response to his mirth.

“I’m sorry, you just looked so focused, I couldn’t help myself!” He settles down slightly, leaning casually against the ship. The ship groaned and something sparked up by his sleeve comically causing his to jump back in fright himself. “Force, what have you done to this?”

You shrug, “We got hit a few times trying to go into hyperspace.”

He steps back and surveys the fresh patch jobs, still not painted over, and he rubs his arm near where the spark had almost got him almost unconsciously, thinking. Then he takes in the piles scattering of tools, rags, and equipment, as well as your, probably very, bedraggled state.

You could feel his eyes on you, and you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Anakin had always been a bit of a wild card, unpredictable and impulsive. You had been assigned to work with him before, and four him to be such an overwhelming, distracting presence. There was always an energy around him, a sense of barely-contained chaos that made you nervous.

"So, what's the plan?" Anakin finally asked, squinting and trying to stay nice and diplomatic. Though you could tell by his fidgeting that he desperately wanted to start fixing your ship for you.

You sighed, wiping your hands on your already spoiled robes, trying to decide whether your pride and patience could accept. "I'm still trying to figure out what's wrong with the circuits. I think it's a power issue, but I can't seem to pinpoint the source."

Anakin nodded, his eyes scanning the ship once again, eyes moving straight towards the other end of it, and fixing on the anterior electric panel. “Well, do you want some help?” He was edging away from you, an eagerness growing in his eyes, “I can pop her open, take a look?” He had already reached his target and took your non-resistance as a yes. 

You were annoyed that he headed towards the opposite side of the ship to where you had been working. It was a subtle way of telling you ‘you’re doing it completely wrong.’ Judging by your success throughout the day he was probably right and you could probably use the help. It was still irritating though.

You watched as Anakin expertly open the panel and began to examine the circuits. His fingers moved deftly over the wires and switches, awfully confident and easy. You couldn't help but appreciate the intense concentration on his face.

You leaned against the ship and watched him, grateful for his help, feeling a pang of affection for how content he looked. "How did you get so good at this?" you asked, genuinely curious.

Anakin shrugged, not looking up from his work. "I've had a lot of practice. My mom used to scavenge parts and I would help her fix things up. It was a good way to learn."

You nodded, impressed and slightly sad at the mention of his mother, you never knew yours. "You know, I never imagined I would have to fix my own ship when I became a Jedi," you commented, smiling wryly.

Anakin chuckled, finally looking up at you. "Technically you're not fixing your own ship." He closed the small door and stepped back. Ushering you backwards as he walks around the ship, entering it and leading you to the cockpit. 

Anakin sits down in the pilot's seat and begins typing away at the control panel. "I can reroute power from the engines to the circuits, that should give us the boost we need to get this baby off the ground," he explains, his fingers moving over the controls with lightning speed.

Watching him was incredible. Anakin was so talented, so skilled at everything he did. You had seen him in combat, seen him take down entire armies with his lightsaber. And yet here he was, fixing a broken ship with the same level of intensity and focus.

He must have noticed your eyes. "What?" Anakin asked, glancing up at you from where he was working.

"I'm just impressed," you admitted. "You're so good at everything you do."

Anakin grinned at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "You're not wrong." And with that he pressed a final button and the engine came to life. Not spluttering or sparking, not roaring or shaking as it had been when you tried. 

You tried to ignore the cocky smile on his face, his obvious pleasure at your surprise and joy which came out of you in a small 'whoop!'. But it was difficult. It was easy to ignore Anakins shine when in battle, in meetings, or in a large vehicle hangar. But in this small space you felt blinded. 

"Thank you, Anakin- really you saved the day, my day... I would have been here for hours staring at the wrong place and making an even bigger mess. 

"Well, I couldn't stand to watch you destroy this ship. I had to come in and save her..." He stroked the control unit lovingly, mocking your attempts at mechanics. 

"Hey I would have gotten it eventually!" You say indignantly.

"Yeah, you would've." He concedes. "But sometimes it's good to take a break from all the fighting, all the politics. Just work with your hands, fix something. It's therapeutic. I don't mind helping you, you just need to ask."

He was standing now, the two of you cramped behind the pilots seats, in the small dark alcove between them, and the cabin. 

Anakin's words echoed in your mind, and you realised that he was right. Sometimes, it was good to take a break from the chaos of being a Jedi and just focus on something simple and tangible.

Anakin had a kind heart and a willingness to help others, even if it meant getting his hands dirty.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said.

You both leaned in at the same time, meeting in the middle for a gloriously light and gentle kiss. 

As your lips met, you felt a spark ignite between you, a spark that had been building for a long time. And now, as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, you felt a sense of rightness, a sense that this was where you were meant to be.

For a long moment, you lost yourself in the kiss, forgetting everything else except the feel of Anakin's lips against yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. It was like nothing else mattered except this moment, this connection between the two of you.

But as the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of urgency creeping in, unlike anything you'd felt before. A sense that this moment was fleeting and you needed to make the most of it. As Anakin's hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the small of your back, you felt a shiver, curving into him, pushing him up against the doorway. 

He smirked into your mouth. He cupped your face in his hands, running his fingers down your cheeks, tilting your face up into the kiss.

Before he pushed you backwards, not violent but rough, you hit the opposite wall and now he was the one to press you against the frame, his body pressed full against yours, as the kiss intensified. You felt a breath catch in your throat, as you pulled away briefly to take a moment, to look at him. Both of you panting for air, Anakin staring at you with those intense dark eyes. 

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he confesses. "I know we can't, not now, not with everything going on, the war, the constant missions, but I just wanted you to know... how I feel," he explained, his voice breathy. 

There was no hesitation, no stopping to think about it. You just knew. You knew he was right, no matter what tomorrow or the next day might bring, you knew you couldn't ignore your feelings. And you couldn't ignore the way you felt right now.

"Just kiss me Anakin." You say, and he does.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars #anakin x reader #star wars fandom #star wars anakin #star wars prequels

[callme-holly]

Do you think maybe you could write for Johnny where he goes on a first date with reader but he’s nervous and kinda messes it up but they try again and it works out? Sorry if that’s too specific!! Love your writing ♥️

'𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬' [𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I'm so sorry if parts of this doesn't make sense, I've been so sick this past week, my lungs are actually giving up on me.

Anyway, illness aside, as always I hope ya'll enjoy this and my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 897 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing and Johnny being Johnny <33

Johnny Cade chews on his bottom lip nervously, his fingers tapping against the surface of the table as he looks anywhere but you. He knows he should start up some sort of conversation; hell, he invited you here in the first place, but every time he opens his mouth to speak, he can't seem to muster up the words. His tongue feels like sandpaper, his throat dry and scratchy, and he can't help but notice the way you’re watching him from the other side of the table, eyebrows raised slightly as if you can sense that something is troubling him. 

Your eyes are gentle and sympathetic as they hold his own gaze firmly in place, but there's something else there too, something akin to sympathy. Or maybe it's concern. The same sort of concern that you would show to a frightened child or a scared cat. Johnny is not either of those things.

He clears his throat, looking down at his now half-empty coke bottle.

“So, uh,” he begins, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, not quite meeting your gaze. “What d'ya wanna talk about?” He tries to sound casual, but there's an underlying tone of nervousness that he can't seem to hide as you shrug slightly in response to his question.

 “Well, I don’t know,” you say softly. “I suppose we could talk about anything.”

His mouth opens, then shuts again just as quickly.

Anything? That wasn't helpful at all... 

“Do you... um...” He trails off for a second before shaking his head slightly. This was ridiculous. He knew what he wanted to say; why couldn't he get any fucking words out around you? 

Johnny shakes his head. “Never mind,” he mutters, his voice quiet as he goes back to staring at his coke bottle. You watch as his fingers tap idly at the glass, huffing out a small, quiet sigh. 

After another moment of silence, you reach across the table and take one of his hands, gently entwining your fingers with his. He stills instantly, startled by your touch, and you pull back slightly.

“Sorry. Was that too forward?”

“No!” His voice cracks slightly as he blinks owlishly at you. “Uh, no. It was... um... fine.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “It's fine. I mean, you just... surprised me, that's all.” He laughs weakly before clearing his throat again. “What did you say you wanted to talk about?”

You smile faintly. “I didn't.”

“Oh.” He swallows thickly, trying to ignore how badly he wishes he could just turn and run for the door. Why had he let Dally talk him into this? His buddy didn’t know any more about dates than he himself did. He should’ve gone to Soda instead. 

“Johnny?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns to face you again, finding you watching him intently, an unreadable expression on your face as you slowly begin to pull your hand back once more. “Are you okay? You've been acting weird since we got here. If you're uncomfortable, I understand. We can leave and find something else to do.”

“No!” He blurts, reaching to entwine your fingers, only to knock over his drink in the process, the contents promptly spilling over the table and, much to Johnny’s horror, onto you. His eyes widen in dismay, and he stands abruptly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the table across from you and wiping up the spill as fast as his trembling hands will allow, a string of apologies tumbling forth from his lips as he does so. 

“Shit, I'm sorry,"  he manages to stammer before you cut him off.

“It's fine, Johnny. Don't worry about it.” You stand slowly from your seat, trying to ignore the cold press of the wet fabric on your skin as you usher him out of the diner, ignoring the strange looks you receive from other patrons. 

As soon as the door closes behind you, the greaser is throwing apologies at you once more, running a hand through his heavily greased hair. “God damn it, I'm so-”

You shake your head. “Hey,” you interrupt quietly. “It's okay. Really.”

“Still…” He hesitates, taking in a shaky breath before starting to speak again. “Look, can we maybe try again? Somewhere that isn't a busy diner with loads of people.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, unable to meet your gaze.

He didn't usually have a problem with busy places, but he certainly didn't enjoy it when everybody's attention was on him, their judgement heavy and suffocating as they bore holes into him with their disgusted stares. 

He shakes his head and adds, “Maybe somewhere with a lower risk of me spillin' my drink all over ya.”

Your lips tug upwards. “Sure, we can try again. How about a movie on Friday night?” 

Your suggestion brings a light flush to Johnny's cheeks, and he nods eagerly. A movie might help to take his mind off everything, to take away from his nerves a little bit. 

“Yea, sure.” He pauses and bites at his lower lip briefly. “You need me to walk ya home?”

You laugh softly. “No. It's only a few blocks. You get yourself home, Johnny Cade.”

He nods, looking hopeful. “Right. See you Friday?”

“Friday.” You confirm, offering him one last smile before heading off in the direction of your house, leaving him standing dumbfounded on the curb.

Gosh, wait until Dally hears about this... 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

[smartycvnt]

Asshole

Title: Asshole

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Word Count: 517

"What are you doing in here?" Rhea asked as she looked over at Y/n. "Don't you remember what I told you?"

"Not now, Rhea," Y/n replied tiredly. Her words came out quietly and slightly jumbled. Rhea could very obviously see that Y/n was struggling after her match, but she didn't care. Everybody in Judgement Day was a champion, and Rhea wasn't going to let there be any weak links. Especially not Y/n, who was the only member who could challenge for her championship.

"This isn't your locker room anymore," Rhea told her. Y/n ignored her and sat down anyway. That only seemed to infuriate Rhea. She stomped over to where Y/n was resting and pulled her off of the couch. "Don't you listen? This isn't your locker room anymore. It's for champions only, so get out!"

"Fuck off Rhea. I don't care!" Y/n shouted back at her. Rhea clenched her jaw as she pulled herself back. They were sharing a hotel room, and Rhea didn't want to cross a line that she couldn't go back from. "What the fuck are you going to do, huh?"

"Y/n, just go. I can't stand to look at you. I did everything I could to get you a championship opportunity, and you blew it. We don't think that you should be a part of Judgement Day anymore," Rhea said. Y/n scoffed as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Champions only? I guess you'll be finding yourself a new home pretty soon then," Y/n said. Rhea frowned as she watched Y/n leave the locker room. There was a bad feeling in the pit of Rhea's stomach that she had just messed up. However, Rhea didn't think it was fair to let Y/n stay after blowing her championship opportunity if Rhea would have kicked Dom out.

Rhea knew exactly how badly she had messed up when she was told that Y/n left the show then and there. Rhea's mind was racing as she drove towards the hotel, where both room keys were still there. She kept a brave face on for the guys, but Rhea's head was spinning. Y/n had appearances with Judgement Day, ones that would raise questions from the fans and other members if she skipped out on. Rhea hoped that Y/n wouldn't just run off and turn her back on them so quickly. Rhea hoped that Y/n wouldn't shut Rhea out so quickly.

The backlash of karma had come quickly for Rhea. Y/n's purple gear had been pinned to the Judgement Day's locker room with a knife when they arrived to Smackdown that Friday. Rhea didn't see Y/n anywhere until the end of the show, when Y/n came out to cut a promo. It wasn't a callout towards Rhea for the way that she had acted, but rather a warning that Y/n was prepared to take everything from her. Despite the warning, Rhea was certain that she wouldn't be able to prepare for whatever Y/n had in store.

#one shot #my writing #wwe x reader #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

[rosepascal]

Anywhere I would follow you || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel comes knocking on your door 3 weeks later with a girl and in need of help.

warnings: swearing, readers got a sad backstory, mentions of family death, episode 3, Joel might be a little OOC and I apologize, mentions of guns but no gun use

a/n: Disclaimer: This is not following show or game canon. The reader is kinda in the role of Tess but I will not be going episode by episode and I will not be following the plot exactly. Anyways I really hope y'all enjoy. Its been a hot second since I wrote anything over 1k words lol.

Part 1 || part 3

It had been three long weeks since you've heard from Joel. The day you walked out you swore up and down that you wouldn't go running back to him. No matter how badly you wanted to.

Ever since then you realized how much you hated silence. Living with Joel, there was always something. The hum of the heater that barely worked or the soft static of the radio but now its just. Silent.

You don't sleep you barely eat, just enough to keep you alive in this damn place. So when you finally managed to fall asleep you were pretty pissed to get disrupted by loud banging on your door. Taking your gun you grip it tightly and open your door.

"What." You point your gun and when you see Joel standing at your door you don't lower it.

"I need to talk to you." He steps to the side and you see a girl behind him. Reluctantly you lower your gun and step aside.

"What could you possibly need want to talk about Joel? Thought I didn't know shit." The girl laughs and Joel shoots her a glare.

"Ellie go in there."

"Why?"

"Just do it." He snaps and she rolls her eyes before trudging into your bedroom.

"Smuggling people now?" You ask as you watch her slam the door shut.

"Not by choice. Look I know you're angry with me but I need to take her west and-" He stumbles to find the words, to ask for help.

"You need my help?" You finish for him. He nods and you sigh.

"What happened to going our separate ways?" He winces but you can't find it in you to care.

He hurt you and now he thinks he can crawl back? As much as you wanted to forget it all and go back to how things were before, you can't. You can't just forgive him right away. He grabs your arm and pulls you to the other side of the room.

"She's immune." He whispers.

"She got bit but its healed. I saw it with my own eyes." Your eyes widen and you look towards the closed bedroom door.

Immune? Could this..could she be the cure? Optimism isn't exactly your specialty but news like this can't be ignored.

"Okay, I'll help. Not because of you, but because of her." God knows what Joel would be like dragging a teenage girl across the country. You'd give him a week before he loses his mind.

His hand drops from your arm and your turn around without another word. Grabbing a bag and stuffing some essentials inside. Opening the door you find Ellie looking through your small bedside table. She jumps back as and smiles.

"Let's go kid." Ellie follows you out of the room and Joel's already out the door.

"Is he always like that?" She asks making you sigh.

"Yeah."

- - -

Travelling with Joel and Ellie is, interesting to say the least. She could spend hours asking questions that you and sometimes Joel would answer. Asked about his scars, asked about the world, anything that came to her head. You've barely talked to him since you started this journey. The first stop is Bill and Franks. But that was still a day or two away. When night falls you find a clearing in the woods to sleep.

"So what did you do before..." Ellie gestures to the land around her. Joel glances over to you but you ignore his gaze.

"I was a kid when it happened. I think I was 10, maybe 11 years old." You smile softly at the faded memories of your childhood.

Spending nights with your family, your friends. Going to school and playing on the playground, making friendship bracelets and playing tag. It feels like a lifetime ago.

"I uh, my family was shipped off to the QZ. I was the only one to make it." A heavy tension fills the air as you try to remember your family.

Try to remember their faces, their voice, their laugh. Joel frowns, he never knew that. When you first met it was an unspoken rule to never speak of the past. That rules was broken once or twice.

When he slept he'd mumble a name, Sarah. You didn't know who she was but its clear she meant a lot to him but you never worked up the courage to ask him about it.

"Damn." Ellie whispers and Joel looks at her.

"It's alright, it was a long time ago." You shrug your shoulders and try to shake away the pain.

"I never met my parents. Raised in an orphanage and sent to a shit school." She grimaces at the very thought of school.

"The school really is shit." You remember being forced to go to "high school" in the QZ.

Ellie looks to Joel but he leans against a tree with his eyes closed and arms crossed. She takes it as a sign to try and sleep as do you. You tuck your pistol under your backpack that was being used as a pillow and mange to fall into a restless sleep.

"Rise and shine." Joel's gruff voice wakes you up. Your head is groggy as you sit up. A jacket that isn't yours slides off your shoulders. It's Joels.

"You looked cold." He doesn't meet your eyes as he packs up his bag.

"Thanks." You hand it back to him and he takes it with a bit of reluctance.

"I was cold too." Ellie pipes up. Joel looks at her before putting his jacket back on.

"Too bad."

- - -

You breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar gated community. Bill and Frank were always kind to you, well Frank was. Bill was untrusting of you and Joel but you couldn't really blame him. Joel wasn't too trusting of him either.

"Bill? Frank?" You call as you enter the house. Its eerily quiet. Something isn't right. Joel brushes past you, putting his hand out to stop you from moving any further.

"Stay here." You roll your eyes as he takes off upstairs, his gun gripped tightly in his hands. You thought that maybe things had changed but he slips right back into old habits. Making you stay while he goes off into a possibly dangerous place.

You tell Ellie to be careful and head into the kitchen. Your heart falls when you notice the rancid food on the kitchen counter. Clenching your fist you make your way back into the main hall.

Ellie stands there with Joel, a letter in her hands and a sad look on her face. You keep your eyes glued to the floor as she reads off Bills last words. It's too much to handle. They loved each other, it amazed you how they managed to find that happiness, that peace in a world like this.

"I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving."

Ellie glances up to you and Joel and you can't take it anymore.

"Excuse me." You say quietly as you walk out the front door.

Taking a deep breath you sit on the porch. Covering your face with your hands you focus on your breathing. Death is something you're all too familiar with in the QZ. But for some reason, it just hurts. It hurts so bad.

The door creaks open, the sound of footsteps start and then they stop. Looking up you stare in front of you, watching the flowers blowing in the wind. You know its Joel. He's got the letter in his hand and he can't help but feel a sense of guilt as he stands next to you. Guilt for what? Too much to say.

"Do you think they were happy?" You ask, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"I do." Joel says, a small crack in his voice almost goes unheard by you.

Taking a deep breath you wipe your eyes and Joel offers you a hand. A peace offering. You hesitate at first, only looking at his outstretched hand. But to Joel's and honestly your surprise you take it. He helps you up and doesn't let go of your hand.

"I-" Joel starts, he rubs his thumb across your hand.

You look down and gasp lightly. His knuckles still hold the scars from when you left. You never saw what he did but you heard it. There's a large cut across the back of his hand. Jagged and barely healed. Even though he drove you away you can't help but feel a little guilty but to him the injuries on his hand are his fault and his alone.

"Joel.." You gently lay your hand on top of his. He closes his eyes and relishes in your touch. The time spent without you has felt like a lifetime. He missed you so damn much.

"I'm not..." He struggles to find the words, he always struggles to find the right words.

"They have hot water! I'm going to take a shower!" Ellie peeks her head through the door, a happy look on her face.

"Oh." She awkwardly stares at the two of you. Silently slipping back out of view. You take a step back, gently taking your hand from his grip.

"I'll go look for some clothes." As you walk into the house Joel sighs. Looking down at the letter, he reads it over one more time before heading back inside.

Bill didn't like him. He didn't like Bill. But he respected him. He didn't agree with a lot of what he did but Bill was right about one thing.

There is someone worth saving.

#Joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you

[prettyboyjohnny]

JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].

>Nancy's voicelines<

Notes:

• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.

• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!

• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter Start

Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end... Very badly for you.

Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...

Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!

Exit interaction

Nobody leaves until I say so!

Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!

Got it.

Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.

Feed Grandpa

Get your fill, old man.

It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you go, old man.

You're lookin' better already... Now help us!

Oh, you're thirsty today.

Victim found

HA HA! It's playtime!

Heh heh, it's playtime...

Hahahaha, I always find 'em!

You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.

Hey there! [Laughs]

Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]

Hit victim

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it! Take it!

It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!

This would be simpler if you would sit still!

Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.

Idle

Nobody escapes me.

How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.

If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.

Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!

I gotta fix this... Now!

Cook seen

I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!

Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!

Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.

Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.

Hitchhiker seen

Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!

You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]

How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?

Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!

Leatherface seen

That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.

Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?

If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!

Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.

Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.

Sissy seen

Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?

If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?

Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!

Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!

Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!

Lose enemy first

Aww, you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]

You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?

You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub

[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!

Lose enemy long

Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!

They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]

You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.

You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?

Come on out now, let's play.

I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.

Match start

It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.

I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.

That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.

See blood trail

Oh, this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now... let's see where you scurried off to.

You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

See enemy first

Don't worry. I like it when they run.

Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.

Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.

There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.

See enemy sub

This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.

Don't worry... I'll find ya.

[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.

Come on back, now.

Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]

See family member

Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!

Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?

Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!

Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!

Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!

See trapped victim

We gotcha! [Laughs]

You ready to meet the bad man?

You got one!

Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.

[Laughs]

See victim escape

Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.

Damn... They're free... For now.

This isn't gonna be good.

Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.

Use ability blocked

Ain't no tracks here...

Nah... got nothin'.

Better wait a minute.

Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.

Use ability

Time to play. Now... Where did you go?

I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.

Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Use ability success

[Hums] ... There you are.

They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

Execution

You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!

That's it... Die for me!

This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!

You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!

You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!

[Last edited March 2024]

#It's about making things accessible okay? Everyone benefits from having things available to them in more than one format/medium. #johnny slaughter #tcm game #txchainsawgame #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #johnny sawyer #transcript #subjectspeaks #greedy #queue #I also wrote out Sissy and Nancys but thats for another time

[angelltheninth]

MCU characters, any of them, would they just flirt or pine after their crush?

Hm, so just one or the other? Hm. Okay, I'll try not put too much overlap then cause... flirting and pining goes so hand in hand for me.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, Shuri, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, angst, flirting, teasing, pining, kissing, feelings realization, protectiveness

A/N: I just realized that one of my other fluffy MCU posts got flagged lmao. Don't know for that cause there was nothing smutty in there so hopefully this one is ok for Tumblr.

Steve is a complete gentleman while he flirts with you. He's prim and proper, almost courtly in the way he always offers you his arm to take when you take walks... well anywhere, even just down to the coffee shop down the street. He buys you flowers, always has his jacket ready to give you when it gets cold, offers to buy you a drink or does a silly little bow when you walk past him. He'll enjoy how you blush when he kisses your cheek, almost able to feel them warming up just from a little touch of his lips. How would you react is he kissed you on the lips? You might pass out. You can, he'll catch you.

Bucky is pining hard after you. He tries to distract himself from it all, going on missions, spending time with the Avengers and the Thunderbolts rather then in your company in order to get his feelings to go away. He doesn't want to get hurt but more importantly he doesn't want to hurt you, or be the reason someone else hurts you. Your friendship is important to him and he hates the thought of messing it up. Even if you do return his feelings he can't help but think how he doesn't deserve you, that you're too good for him. However even with all those feelings he won't stop helping you, or protecting you when you need it, wrapping his arm securely around your shoulders when the two of you walk home from the dance club or playing the protective boyfriend when someone won't leave you alone.

Sam can be a flirt when he wants to be. He's not one to back down when he sees you at the bar, chatting away with your friends and he wants to approach you. The thing is... he's not the smoothest at first. It definitely takes him a little to get on your good side but he's looking so cute and handsome with his shining smile and warm eyes that you can't help but laugh at the jokes he makes or the way he leans over just a little and brushes his shoulders against yours, inviting you towards the dance floor. One thing that he really confidant in is his dance moves, let him show off for you a little tonight, or a lot depending on how the night goes.

Natasha is extremely confidant in her flirting skills. However there is a hint of pining in there too. Not in a sense that she thinks she can't have you, you're falling over yourself just from a wink and a touch. No she's worried if your feelings would last past the initial puppy love stage. She knows full well how easy it is to have someone wrapped around her finger, ready to do anything she says because of a little kiss. It's so damn easy, too easy. So she wants you to be a bit of a challenge, to make it fun, to make it real. A little game of cat and mouse, or widow and prey in her case, can go a long way when it comes to winning her heart too.

Clint wants to flirt with you so badly but instead he catches himself pining for you as you seemed to have moved on since the universe reset itself. Before he would have swept you off your feet, all charming smiles and quips, but he can't find the energy for that anymore, he just wants to know that you're safe and alive and well. If that means not making a move on you then he will make that sacrifice. He can watch over you from afar, or from close since you're still pretty good friends. Aware that you had feelings for him before he doesn't want to give you false hope in fear of breaking your heart.

Thor is one of the most cocky flirts out there. He's had many, many years to perfect his pick up lines, and sometimes he doesn't even need them, sometimes a heated look is all it takes. The feeling of you shivering against his muscular body ignites the thunder in his veins, the feeling of need in his blood that makes him want you right now. There are definitely sparks flying, and not just metaphorically, but from his fingertips, his lips, his tongue as it presses against the back of your neck, promising more if you'd only go home with him tonight and let him show you what worshiping a god will grant you.

Loki can flirt with you as naturally as he can breathe. At first he's just looking at you, letting you be drawn to him, letting you be the one to approach him first. He wants to feel chased, desired, needed. The next thing you know you are in his lap while he whispers sweet things in your ear that make your head spin, your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow hot. He takes great pleasure in the effect he has on you just from his words alone, just imagine what he would be able to do if he were to touch you. Oh, you think he'd let you have him that easily, oh no, gods no, he's got much more planned before that. He intends to make you the one who pines after him, only after he's had his fun will he let you have yours.

Shuri is playful but proper when she flirts with you. She might be busy through the day with lab work but she makes a point to take a few minutes every hour or so to send you a little voice message. They might come at the most random of times for you but they don't startle you anymore. You kind of expect her sweet voice in your ear and when you don't hear from her for hours you get worried and needy. All the more cause to tease and flirt with you afterwards. She holds your hand was you walk the halls of the palace and always presses a long kiss on the back of your hand when its time to part.

Kate wants to be good at flirting but messes up half-way through because she loses the confidence. She's definitely overthinking it in her head, what she could have said differently or how she could have approached you better. The poor girl is so wrapped up in her insecurities that she doesn't realize that you're already head over heels, swooning for her as it is. Your kiss upon her cheek almost makes her fall out of the bar chair she was sitting on, her tie coming slightly undone in an extremely attractive way. Instead of giving you the chance to explain that it wasn't a pity kiss she just leaves, but forgets her card. So you have her number now, all that's left is to call her and tell her how cute she is.

Peter is most definitely pining in silence from the other side of the classroom. He averts his eyes when he sees you looking his way, going back to his notes quickly. Pulls his hood over his head when he passes you by in the hallways, too shy to talk to you outside of class or when you're working on a project together. Speaking of he's really looking forward to spending the day at the library with you, its where he feels pretty relaxed and he can focus more easily. Even after he's already been a hero for some time he doesn't risk letting his feelings show but out of worry and protectiveness, not insecurity this time.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #clint barton x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #shuri x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #mcu fluff #marvel fluff #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #avengers x reader #avengers fluff #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel x you #mcu x you #marvel x gender neutral reader #mcu x gender neutral reader

[pacifymebby]

May I request the peaky boys with a shy reader please<3

Bestie this is a whole vibe of course u can ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Everyone knows Tommy is drawn to outspoken, fierce women, which is why nobody can understand it when he seems to take a liking to you...

🌿You're so quiet and withdrawn that most people don't even notice you, so absolutely no one can understand what Tommy sees in you, least of all you. But actually that's what fascinates him so much. He's a man who can't go anywhere without causing a scene, without being noticed, whereas you seem to be able to slip around like a little waif, hardly there at all, and he finds that mystifying.

🌿Makes him want to hold you tight in his hands so he can be sure you're real. Makes him want to own you so you can't slip away.

🌿 The first few times he addresses you he doesn't get a response, you just look at him like a little deer in the headlights, you blink and blush and he can see that your breath has caught in your throat... that makes his desire for you burn even harsher

🌿 Because you won't speak to him and you seem to run away whenever he tries to speak to you, he doesnt even know what your voice sounds like... He becomes obsessed with the thought of finally hearing his name on your lips.

🌿 He's very careful with you, he likes making you blush but not too much, he doesn't want to scare you away. So he flirts delicately and quietly, he won't try to embarrass you in front of other people.

🌿 "You know love, all those bad things you've heard about me... Well they're not all true. For example, I don't bite."

🌿 He likes the way you look at him from under your lashes, makes him want to hold your cheek in his palm and force those pretty little eyes to meet his.

🌿He sees you one night in the Garrisson, you're standing at the back of the room not far from your friends, but you look lost and overwhelmed... When he stands behind you and slips his hand into yours he makes you jump.

🌿 "You're alright sweetheart, just looked a bit lost... Thought you might need a friend,"

🌿 You bite your lip and look at the ground, you're trying to hide your smile and hoping he can't see how badly you're blushing...

🌿 But you don't let go of his hand, you link your fingers with his. This is how he knows he's won.

🌿 Absolutely won't let anyone tease you, he's extra protective over you because youre so shy. One glance of his steely "I'll fuck you up" glare and anyone who was even thinking about using you for a quick laugh, quickly rethinks their remark.

🌿Doesn't let you hide from him when you're having sex, makes you sit in his lap and holds your face in both his hands so that he can make sure you keep looking at him. Makes you say his name over and over again. Finally he gets to hear you say his name.

🌿 Has a habbit of getting up close to you whenever he talks to you, he'll almost always hold your face in his hands or your chin between his thumb and forefinger to control your gaze and make sure he has your full attention.

🌿 On the rare occassion he sees you shock everyone by standing up for yourself or shooting one of his brothers down with a witty remark he feels a huge swell of pride. He'll watch you with this proud little smirk on his lips and raise his glass to you, "Atta girl..."

🌿 Never lets you stray too far from him, he tells himself its because you need him, youll be scared and lost without him... But its also because he needs you too, he needs to have someone to protect, someone who needs him and looks up to him the way you do.

Alfie

🐻 Adores how shy you are, is actually a little overwhelmed by how endeared he is to you and how quickly he's gone soft for you.

🐻 His first instinct is to protect you, to take you under his wing and shelter you from the big bad world... And also the lustful eyes of other men he knows like how shy you are for the wrong reasons.

🐻 "must be somethin wrong with me like, going soft for a little mouse like you, but you sre a very pretty little mouse right, i reckon right, i reckon i could just eat you up, what do you think y/n, would you like that?"

🐻 You're such a timid little creature that when he says things like that to you all you can do is tremble and nod your head.

🐻 "am afraid youre going to have to use your words little mouse,"

🐻 Loves to get right up in your personal space, likes to touch your face when he's talking to you always stroking your cheek and chin and lips with his thumb, likes the way you only seem to be able to whisper when you speak to him.

🐻 "uhuh..." "see now thats not really a real word is it little mouse," "s.. Sorry i mean yes mr solomans..." "thats a bit formal int it eh Mr Solomans, bit formal between you and me like treacle... How about Aflie to you, or... How about papa,"

🐻 He really only said it to tease you, to see you blush and catch your breath, to watch you chew your cheek or hide behind your hands... So when you oblige he's stunned... He'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling pretty pleased with himself too.

🐻 Actually makes you feel comfortable around him really quickly and revels in being able to see snippets of the real you when you begin to grow in confidence around him.

🐻 But what he loves most is being your protector, letting you hide behind him, or holding you with your back against his chest and closing his coat around you so that youre wrapped up and snug against him. That's where you feel safest and he loves keeping you tucked away, his precious, shy girl.

🐻 Holds your hand in his, keeps you by his side at all times, tucks you under his arm and lets you wrap your arms around his waist.

🐻 Is always really soft and coaxing with you, never raises his voice in front of you, even when he isn't speaking to you. Actually tries not to swear in front of you too but thats quite hard for him lets be honest.

🐻 "now see the only reason i aint shouting bloody murder at you right now treacle is cause there are delicate young women present and i, being a considerate and well mannered gentleman, wouldn't want to upset them you see.... now i know you too, are a considerate and well mannered gentleman at heart so i know you are going to conduct yourself with the highest level of respect... Aren't you treacle... That's it thats it nice and calm and *sighs* ahh yes, quiet..."

🐻 Really enjoys coaxing you out of your shell, especially in the bedroom. When you first sleep together you are so shy and he can tell youre nervous to go on top, he can tell you're self concious too, so he guides you through everything gently, giving you instructions. He loves how pliable you are.

🐻 Brings you out of your shell by showering on the praise thick, especially during sex.

🐻 Has you sit on his lap in his office where he can have a hold on you at all times. He's working on your self confidence slowly, he doesn't want you to lose your sweetness, or the way you blush whenever hes near, but he does want you to be able to stand your ground when it comes to other people.

🐻 Not him though, he always wants to be in charge of his shy little mouse.

🐻 Answers for you when other people who youre too shy to talk to try and speak for you. Orders for you in restsurants/bakeries/bars and cafes.

🐻 Likes it when you read to him, to begin with your voice is quiet and shakey, which although he finds adorable, he wants to help you get more confident.

🐻 You suck your thumb when your nervous, which Alfie adores. When youre alone together and he can see that youre feeling self concious and timid he will slip his own thumb between your lips and cup your face in his hand whilst you suck on it. Sometimes its the only way to get you to hold his gaze.

Arthur

🍂 The idea that Arthur would ever even notice you seems absurd to you. He's always roaring around on one hellbent snow spree after another

🍂 And the women he likes well, lets face it, theyre hardly what you'd call shy

🍂 But youve always been attracted to him, whenever hes in the room you get nervous, you get stuck caught between wanting to gaze at him all night and being scared to meet his eyes.

🍂 And actually, until the night you meet for the first time, Arthur has never noticed you before.

🍂 The first time he sees you he's struck by how pretty you are, by the way you smile so shyly and avert your gaze to the floor whenever someone speaks to you.

🍂 He especially likes the way you twirl with your hair nervously. He cant help but want to cut across the room straight to you, tuck your hair behind your ear and take your little hand in his. He'd say "that's quite enough of that now sweetheart," and you'd do as you were told.

🍂 He'd use his finger beneath your chin to push your gaze up to his.

🍂 What actually happens however is this...

🍂 From across the room he hears a squeal he knows came from you, he'd looked away from you for no more than a second but when he hears the cry he knows instinctively that its you.

🍂 His eyes dart around the room to find you among the crowd and he sees you, your cheeks burning red, hes even concerned he might see the gleen of tears in your eyes as he watches you try to back away from to young lads. He forgets what he was doing immediately and storms through the room to be by your side.

🍂 Completely forgets he doesn't know you and you don't know him, is only interested in making sure those boys know to leave you well alone. Only man who's going to be making you squeal from now on his him.

🍂 When he sends them on their way you turn to him and squeak out a little "thank you mr shelby," and then you try to apologise for ruining his night. As you speak he notices you twisting that lock of hair around your finger and without thinking he takes the strands of hair and tucks them carefully behind your ear before taking your little hand in his.

🍂 "No need to apologise love, you've not ruined anything at all," hes doing his best to be a gentleman. He notices how you can't hold his gaze for very long, how you keep swallowing down nervously, it warms his heart and makes him want to pick you up right then and never put you back down.

🍂 "You pay no mind to little boys like them sweetheart... And no more of that Mr Shelby business, you call me Arthur alright..." what he wants to say is "your arthur"

🍂 Hes not used to delicate, shy girls, youre like a little baby bird to him and hes ever so careful with you. Is on his best behaviour around you because he doesnt want you to be scared of him.

🍂 When people see you together they're so shocked they can't help but stare. It makes you feel self concious but all Arthur will ever say about it is this: "probably wondering what such a good little girl is doing with a bad old man like me... You know what sweetheart I think im going to tell them..."

🍂 Walks down the street with you, one arm around you, the other held out to address the whole world, sometimes he sings it, sometimes he just shouts it but every time he says the same thing "I arthur Shelby am the luckiest man in the world..."

🍂 You blush and get so embarassed but no ammount of telling him to whshht will shut him up and you end up giggling and hiding your face in his shirt.

🍂 Fucks you in front of the mirror and makes you watch yourself so you can see how gorgeous you are. Bends you over and moans all kinds of filth and praise into your ear as he fucks you in front of the mirror. Holds your chin up so that you can't look down.

🍂 "open your eyes y/n want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are... Open your eyes and look at yourself darlin,"

John

🌼 Is too much of a naive little rascal to notice how shy you are at first. Hes a bit too boisterous, flirts too openly and definitely does scare you off at first.

🌼 Well its not that youre scared, its that you are completely and utterly convinced hes taking the piss out of you. You dont believe for s second that he really thinks youre pretty. You think he's just trying to make his friends laugh.

🌼 So you start trying to avoid him. You hope he won't notice that he'll just forget about you but he doesn't. He takes it to heart that youre rejecting him and becomes twice as determined to make you his.

🌼 So he carries on, relentlessly flirting and teasing you. You dont understand how he cant see what hes doing to you.

🌼 It gets so bad that whenever hes near you you become so nervous you think you might faint.

🌼 And then one day you do and of course hes first to sweep in and catch you. Hes so confused, he'd begun to think you might be a little nervous around him but surely not that much? Not enough that you would actually faint?

🌼 When you come round he's still holding you, but now he's carried you somewhere a little quieter and its just the two of you.

🌼 At first you don't realise where you are but when you do you panic. This is so embarrassing!! He's still holding you carefully in his arms so when you try to scramble away he only has to tighten his grip a little to trap you there.

🌼 "eh what're you doin flower calm down... Where are you rushin off to?"

🌼 Youre too shy to speak, absolutely mortified to have wound up in such a situation. You try to scramble free again without answering him and this time he eases up but doesnt let you go.

🌼 You actually beg him to let you go, your face tinged a humiliating shade of pink. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hands balled into fists, its the most embarrassing moment of your life asking him to just let you go already and, when he asks you, "why would i want to do that flower?" and you respond with "so you and your friends can laugh about me obviously..." his jaw hits the floor.

🌼 "you... You think i laugh about you?" he genuinely cant believe what hes hearing, cant believe how stupid hes been and when he looks at you again he realises just how delicate you really are. All this time hes been enjoying teasing you, making you blush and smile shyly, not realising that he was torturing you.

🌼 For a whole minute he is humble, has to explain he was just trying to get your attention, that he just likes seeing your cute little blush.

🌼 From then on he makes sure none of his mates, or in fact anyone gets away with making any kind of remark which might embarrass you or make you feel like youre being laughed at. If anyone tries it theh get a firm reminder about how they are and arent allowed to talk to his girl.

🌼 He will refer to you as "my girl" all the time because no matter how many times he says it your reaction is always the same, you squirm a little awkward because youre desperately trying to hide how happy it makes you, and because it gives you major butterflies.

🌼 Tries to be gentle with you but struggles because he just loves making you squirm, its adorable. Still ends up making flirtacious comments which embarrass you.

🌼 Is always trying to reassure you that hes not winding you up when he calls you beautiful, that he really does think those things about you.

🌼 Holds your hand when youre out with his friends. Is proud to show you off and protective of you too.

🌼 Once a man catcalled you and John forced his head down onto the table and dug the barrel of his gun into his temple daring him to repeat himself. Honestly? No one has said a word to you since and you like it that way.

Bonnie

🍀 For all that he is confident in the ring, Bonnies never been particularly confident when it comes to women.

🍀 However, theres something about how timid and quiet you are which brings out his own confidence. It makes him step up to be everything you need him to be.

🍀 He has a sense of duty to look out for you, to protect you from literally everyone. He notices how you barely say a word to anybody, how you hardly even laugh when people make jokes because youre so adverse to drawing any kind of attention to yourself...

🍀 It makes him a little bit sad to see and so he dedicates all his time outside of Peaky Business and Fighting Business to getting to know you

🍀 Its tricky though, whenever he throws himself down beside you in front of the fire in the evening, you get up and leave. Whenever he tries to sit beside you on the bank of the river, you get up and leave. When he wants to walk with you through the forest you speed up... He almost questions whether its something wrong with him?

🍀 Asks his dad for advice but all his dad really tells him is to be persistent. Reminds him about how you have to wait all summer for an evening primrose to bloom and how even when it does, if you blink youll probably miss it... Tells him to be patient so patient Bonnie is.

🍀 He keeps sitting down beside you, trying to walk with you, talking to you at every opportunity.

🍀 When the other lads tease you he acts as your fierce protector, even though you never once asked him to be.

🍀 Brings you wildflowers every day. Actually serenades you which reallyyy embarrasses you but also makes you blush and giggle, which bonnie finds to be too sweet to ignore, and so is encouraged to sing to you again and again.

🍀 Sits with you by the fire and talks to you about things but doesn't force you to talk back. One night he asks if he can brush your hair for you and you nod, you only manage the word "please" but that's enough for him. He beams back at you and then brushes your hair so carefully. Hes so gentle with you.

🍀 You were always intimidated by him because youd seen his fights and youd seen how cocky he could be, but the more time he spends with you the more you begin to realise hes really quite sweet and gentle.

🍀When you realise just how much you like him you lose your confidence all over again, you cant look at him without blushing, you shake when youre near him.

🍀 "You're cold aren't you, here flower have my jacket..." "No m'fine really don't..." "You're shivering y/n, look," he draws a line along your wrist and his touch gives you goosebumps.

🍀 The first time you kiss youre both really shy, he's blushing almost as much as you are. Its one of those sweet, yearning moments.

🍀 But after that, once he knows youre his, he's always stealing little kisses, always making excuses to touch you.

🍀 Has a habbit of running up behind you and tackling you, bundling you up in his arms so you can't escape. He loves how you laugh and bury your face in his shirt to hide away because hes making you go all shy again.

🍀 Does take great boyish pleasure in torturing you, making you get flustered, sometimes teasing you relentlessly until you very nearly almost cry and he has to wrap you up in his arms and soothe you apogising for taking his joke too far. He doesnt do it often, mostly its just gentle teasing, and you usually get all the cuddles and kisses and sweet things whispered in your ear anyway.

🍀 "Don't go shy on me again little dove, you know you don't need to be nervous with me..."

🍀 When youre so shy youre talking in that whispered barely there voice, he'll hold both your hands and whisper back, he'll talk really soft and quiet with you and then after a little while he'll lean in even closer and say something like "hey y/n... Why are we whispering?" always trying to make you giggle.

🍀 Loves taking care of you, loves to make you laugh so that you feel care free and lose your self conciousness every once in a little while. Always calling you beautiful, always reminding you youre the prettiest girl in the world. Tells you how precious you are ten times a day because he cant stand the thought that you might doubt yourself for even a second.

🍀 You being so shy and delicate brings out his possesive side in the sheets. He likes to go on top, pin you down and fuck you firm and gentle. Pushes his forhead to yours and tells you to look at him, wants to see your eyes when he makes you cum, wants you to hold his gaze when youre cumming together so he can tell you all about how precious and good you are. How youre his sweet girl. Loves that you really flush when he undresses you, loves the self concious flutter of your lashes. Youre like a little doe.

🍀 He has 100% socked numerous boys who have flirted with you and made you uncomfortable, or teased you and embarassed you before. Bonnie is one possesive boy when it comes to his precious girl.

Isaiah

🐀Like John he enjoys teasing you far too much and the more shy you get the worse it gets.

🐀Finds it both funny and adorable how you clam up whenever hes near, how you cant speak. Sometimes hes noticed you actually holding your breath when hes been near you which has quite honestly delighted him.

🐀 He likes how much power he has over you. Enjoys how tortured you seem to be in his presence.

🐀 So he'll purposefully invade your personal space just to admire you struggle. Youre so pretty when you blush and shiver nervously. He thinks its cute that your hands tremble when hes in your proximity.

🐀 And he really, really loves telling you to speak up when youre talking to him. He asks you questions just so he can tell you to speak up. He'll pretend he hasnt heard you even when he has just to torture you...

🐀But its all for a good cause and whenever he gets you alone he turns his charm offensive up to the max. You can't refuse him.. How could you? Youre so attracted to him its embarrassing but its especially embarrassing because youre not just shy, youre naive... You don't actually know what he wants from you

🐀So he has to tell you, plain and simple, he has to spell it out for you

🐀And your face when he does, well, its such a pretty picture he wants to remember it forever, the flush in your cheeks, scarlet, torn between scandalised and curious.

🐀You let him take you under his wing, he calls you his little girl and you are through and through. He won't let anyone else flirt with you, will answer for you... Unless hes trying to torture you, in which case he'll fix you with a mischievous little smile and tease an answer out of you, "well speak up lovely, we're all waiting for your answer..."

🐀In the bedroom hes just as bad, he likes forcing you to tell him what you want, even though its torturous for you, even though it makes you unbearably shy and awkward. He loves watching you struggle and he adores the way your voice trembles when you finally start confessing to him.

🐀And hes not cruel, once you ask him nicely he always gives you what you want.

🐀Always has an arm around your waist, his hand holding your hip when youre in public. People know you're his and that they should be very careful when they talk to you. Because even though he likes to torture you, only hes allowed to.

Michael

☘️ Feels an instinctive need to protect you from Isaiah because that man is relentless when it comes to teasing pretty girls like you who get so flustered and speechless in the presence of men like him.

☘️ Tries to force you out of your shell by being commanding with you.

☘️ "Remember what we agreed love, you look at me when youre talking to me and..." waiting patient but stern for you to finish his sentence like hes already made you repeat for him. "And..." you trail off raising your thumb to your lips to bite the tip nervously.

☘️ Michael taking your hand in his and returning it down to your side. Him holding it there whilst you look up at him wide eyed and still struggling with your words...

☘️ "Come on love I'm getting impatient..." he's so stern with you but only because he wants to help you grow more confident... And also a little bit because he secretly likes to watch you shrink away and shiver at his more demanding ways, "finish your sentence..."

☘️ Rewards you when you finally manage to speak, youre always being smothered in affection when you do well for him.

☘️ "Thats my girl, well done love,"

☘️ Flirts with you in public but only occasionally, most of the time hes too busy playing the protective hero to try and tease you himself... Besides, he likes to think hes a gentleman, the place for that kind of play is in private.

☘️ Speaks on your behalf, orders on your behalf, won't even leave you to say your name to someone who asks for it. He will always talk for you, always step up to cover for you in conversation. Hes loyal like that both because he cares about you and also because he sees you as his delicate little possession who needs preserving.

☘️ Spoils you with gifts, especially dresses, jewelery and lingerie because he enjoys watching you try them on, enjoys making you model them for him because you usually get shy and try to hide yourself from him... And he usually manages to flirt his way into undressing you and exposing you completely.

☘️ Its a vicious cycle which ends with you being completely naked and vulnerable, which makes you all the more shy which makes you all the more vulnerable. Which Michael really fucking loves.

☘️ Will lean in and whisper lewd questions to you in public just to watch you choke on your drink.

☘️ Youre so innocent and he wants to corrupt you bad. He really likes to turn his shy little sweetheart into a needy mess. He too loves to command you in the bedroom, make you perform for him.

☘️ But he also likes to be careful with you, make sure you really do feel comfortable with him and in the end this ends up empowering you to be really vulnerable with him without being scared of him.

☘️ Which leads to some life changing events between the sheets.

#peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #Tommy shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Bonnie gold x reader #Isaiah jesus x reader #John shelby x reader #Alfie solomans x reader

[descendantofthesparrow]

Thief - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot

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“where is it? I swear I hung it up right ‘ere?” Uma stepped down into Harry’s cabin, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed as she watched her first mate run about his room, looking very confused and muttering about something.

“lookin’ for something?” Uma asked, tilting her head and smirking as Harry jumped at her sudden voice, his cheeks flushing as she chuckled at his cat-like tendencies. Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his head; messing up his already messy hair. “Aye, me jacket. It’s been missin’ fer like two days. I can’t find It anywhere!”

Uma snorted, and shook her head. “Harry,” he turned to her, raising his brow as he glanced about the room-wondering where the hell his jacket went. “if it ain't where you left it, and you can't find it anywhere?” Harry sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “someone took it.” He grumbled, now wondering who had his jacket. “And there's only two people stupid enough to do tha’.”

Uma smirked, raising her brows again. “Ooooh be careful what you say dude, or your girl ain’t gonna be happy being called stupid.” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Aaand ye jus’ let me know who took it, though CJ couldn’t’ve taken it, she’s halfway ‘cross the world.” Harry mumbled, pushing past Uma and making his way off the ship, taking the short trip back to Auradon prep and speeding through the dorm building halls.

He smiled at the thought of you in his jacket, you loved the damn thing, you had told him if you could you would steal it and keep it forever. He just laughed, taking the red leather tailcoat off and draping it around your shoulders, smiling into his hand as you cuddled into the leather, messing about with the zipper on his sleeves.

Since then, whenever you could-you would just yoink his jacket. And he would find you just wandering about wearing his jacket, looking all too happy.

He hadn't told you he commissioned Evie to make a copy in your size(with some edits to the original design, such as a hood, and a detachable tail.) but it still filled him with all the warm feelings, knowing you loved something of his so much you would steal it.

He finally made it to your room, using the spare key you had given him to get inside, grinning as he spotted you on your bed-eyes locked onto your switch with his jacket on. It was fully zipped up, the tail flared out on the bed behind you as you curled into your lap, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you focused on your game.

“Darlin’,” Harry cooed, chuckling as you jumped and nearly tossed your switch across the room, holding your hand to your chest as you whipped around to look at him. “Harry!” you breathed, closing your eyes and smiling at your boyfriend. “You scared the hell outta me!”

He just laughed, closing the door behind him and joining you on the bed, kissing your cheek and smiling against your skin as you giggled at the feeling. He leaned into your ear, whispering as you shivered at the feeling of him being so close. “ye hav’ somethin’ of mine, my love~”

You just gave a cheeky grin, and in a split second, you were off the bed and running out of the room, cackling as Harry gave chase. “it’s mine now!”

“Not fer long!”

-end-

I dunno, but DAMN do I want his D2 jacket soooo damn badly, so here have an x reader where (y/n) steals it :p

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#disney descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #mini fic #oneshot #I WANT THAT DAMN JACKET AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[bitchyglitterfox]

Save me - Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Warnings: home invasion, non con grabbing, non sexy time chocking, knife at throat.

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It’s a stormy night, you were sitting on the couch in front of the fire. A book in your hand and a blanket thrown over your lap. You had just put Brahms the doll to bed an hour ago. This job was an easy gig, watch after a doll, no biggie. Or so you thought, you had heard the small creaks and noises from the walls but you assume it's a small mouse or even the fact that it's just an old house and it's making noise as it settles. 

Another loud lighting strike eliminates the room you're in but it also cancels out the noise of glass breaking in the kitchen. You notice that your tea cup is empty so you close your book and head to the kitchen. 

You begin filling your cup when you hear drawers opening in the main hall and things being tossed. 

You grab a kitchen knife and go to investigate. You know you shouldn't, you should call the police but the hillshires' estate was far from the village and it would take the police quite a while to arrive.  

You hold the handle of the knife tightly as you round the corner. 

"H-hey! You can't be here!" You try to act tough but the fear is evident in your voice. 

The stranger drops the elegant pearls that were left in the drawer. He steps closer to you, you take a step back. 

"What are you going to do? I'm much bigger than you. There isn't anywhere for you to run little rabbit, that I wouldn't be able to find you. I've staked this place out for weeks, I know it's just you in this big house," he smirks and makes a sudden motion towards you. You jump causing you to drop the knife and take off running. "Oh how fun little rabbit! Let the chase begin!" 

You run up the stairs but hear the stranger's footsteps right behind you. You trip on the rug when you make it up the stairs. 

"Fuck!" You moan in pain. 

"Oh little rabbit, you've made it so easy to catch you," the stranger says as he stalks towards you. You turn onto your back just as he stands above you, you kick him in the crotch and make your way back down the stairs before he can get back up. 

You try and find your dropped only to realize he's taken it. 

You run to one of the many wardrobes on the first floor. You hold your breath as the stranger nears your hiding spot. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are little rabbit," the stranger taunts you as he stops just in front of you. You can see him throw a crack in the doors. 

"Found you little rabbit," he says in a calm voice, before yanking the doors open and pulling you out. He slams you against the wall hard causing your vision to become blurry. 

"N-no, no, no please! Please don't hurt me," you lip wobbles. 

The stranger clicks his tongue, "Oh little rabbit, but I want to, really really badly," he runs the knife down your cheek, the sting of the sharp object slicing through your cheek. The scent of coppery blood reaches your nose, tears falling from your eyes as you realize you might actually die. 

"No please I have to take care or brahms, he needs me please!" You scream out, you didn't want to die, you hope telling him that you have someone you are responsible for would help reach some part in the stranger that currently has you at knife point. 

A loud crash pulls you both out of the little moment you have. Out comes a behemoth of a man, covered in dirt and cobwebs. He lets out a deep growl. 

You notice the mask first, it's an exact replica to the face of the doll you look after. 

"B-brahms?" You stutter out causing him to tilt his head to the side, "help," you squeaked out as the stranger wrapped a hand around your throat. 

"Who the fuck are you?" The stranger is angered by a new player in his game of cat and mouse with you. He releases your neck and stalks towards Brahms. He takes a strike but brahms dodges grabbing the stranger's hand crushing it in his bigger one. 

The stranger moans in pain as Brahms takes his head into his hands and slams his head into the nearby wall. the crunch of his crushed skull making you close your eyes and cover your ears. 

The behemoth of a man drops the stranger's body and begins to stalk towards you. You crawl back on your hands as you try to get away but do you really want to get away? He just saved you. 

"You've been alive this whole time? And living in the walls?" You stop moving and instead choose to stand up, "the-the rules to play music loud and leave out food was for you?" He shook his head yes in response, "and you just saved me right now? Thank you," you rush at him, eloping him into a tight hug, he hesitates before reciprocating the affection. He touch starved, you can tell by the way he holds you tighter and brushes his masked face against the nape of your neck. 

You found comfort in his scent, woody musk. You breathe in deeply, calming down from your near death. 

"Thank you for saving me." 

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A/n: ahhh finally a slasher fic hehehe for my fav wall gremlin

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comfort - peter parker

tom!peter x reader (or could be any peter)

warnings: kissing, mention of how peter got hurt, use of y/n, she/her pronouns

a/n: hi! this is my first peter parker blurb so it might not be the best, but pls if you have any recs you can submit them in the questions part of my account<3

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y/n knew dating peter parker had it's pros and cons. some pros being that he remembers a lot of little details about her, and how he's able to make her day ten times better by just entering the room she's in. however the biggest con she has to deal with is knowing he's out fighting crime, risking his life and getting hurt almost every night.

y/n hates seeing peter hurt, physically and emotionally. seeing him cry during movies even makes her heart sad for the boy.

tonight was no different than every saturday night for the girl. she was working on fixing one of peter's masks that had gotten a hole in it.

patters of rain could be heard from outside, hitting y/n's window. this didn't help the fact that she couldn't hear peter tapping on her window, waiting for her to unlock it.

looking up, y/n noticed peter's presence and finally opened her window. she smiles, happy to see her boyfriend.

"hi pete," she says softly, watching as he enters her dimly lit room.

peter mutters back a small hello, the action makes y/n look down to his hand covering a part of his torso.

y/n gasps lightly, "oh my gosh, are you alright?" she carefully moves his hand away from his body, causing him to let out a small hiss, "baby what happened?"

"i was coming back from patrolling and there was a mugger guy, i guess, by the deli and i must have not answered him the way he wanted me to," he badly explains as y/n leads him to her queen size bed.

"did the police show up? or did anyone see? she questions, concern filling her body as she walks to her bathroom, getting the first aid kit.

peter shook his head no, watching y/n get supplies.

y/n sat down on her bed by peter, already getting flustered by the question she's about to ask. "can you," she pauses, "can you take," she pauses again, getting quiter the second time.

this causes peter to sit up slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling in his abdomen. "having trouble y/n?"

y/n blushes, then looks down at the first aid kit in her lap. peter chuckles at y/n's flustered state. "you've seen me without a shirt on before you know," he replies, as he takes off the top part of his spider-man suit, leaving him in just the spandex pants.

y/n turns to face her boyfriend better, and to also get a better look at the giant cut in his side. "god pete, this is a bad one."

y/n starts cleaning and wiping around the wound, causing peter to take in a sharp breath and looking anywhere but the cut. y/n keeps mumbling out "sorry's as she's taking care of the gash, feeling bad for making peter feel more pain.

"are you almost done?" peter asks, gripping tightly on y/n's bed sheets, the pain becoming more intense. y/n nods, before placing a gauze strip over the wound.

she leans over and kisses peter's cheek, then gets up to put the medical supplies away. peter lays down on her bed, not noticing his girlfriend came back into the room.

y/n can't help but stare at peter. even in his injured state, she still finds him irresistibly beautiful. his brown hair falling so perfectly onto his forehead. his hand under his head, his arm almost begging to be laid on by y/n.

"y/n," peter whines, "can you come lay with me?"

y/n immediately answers his question as she turns off the lights in her room and lays doen next to peter. he turns to face his favorite girl, and places his face into her neck, kissing her skin softly. "missed you today," he incoherently mumbles.

y/n giggles slightly, while running her fingers through his hair, "i missed you too babe, spider-man loves stealing my boyfriend all day."

peter looks up at y/n. "what?" she asks, confuded by peter's loving stare.

"you are so beautiful," he breathes out, causing y/n to blush again. she kisses his forehead gently, as he curls up against her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

the two would lay like this frequently after peter finished a day of patrolling. it brought a sense of comfort to the boy, having his love in his arms while she holds onto him. he could lay with y/n all day if he could.

"y/n," he says into the dark room. "yes?" dhe answers, not opening her eyes as she's beginning to fall asleep.

peter picks his head up again off of y/n, having his face right in front of hers. being oblivious to the boy, y/n still has her eyes closed.

even though the pair have been dating for a while, peter still gets nervous when it comes to kissing y/n.

quickly, peter places his lips onto hers. instantly y/n'd eyes widen slightly, before closing at the comfort of her boyfriend.

the kiss intensifies slowly when y/n's hande move to peter's neck, while his hands stay firmly at her hips, his nails almost creating marks into the girls skin.

all that could be heard was the heavy breathing and fast heartbeats of the two teens in the room.

y/n suddenly feels something she hasn't felt before in the relationship with peter. she continues kissing him, before things can get too heated she pulls away so the two can take a breath.

"peter, i love you," y/n shakily states.

shock overcomes peter's face, instantly making y/n regret her words.

out of embarrassment y/n gets up off her bed to go into the living room, but is stopped when she feels a sticky web-like substance grip onto her wrist.

she turns, seeing peter sitting up a little on her bed.

"i love you too, y/n," peter responds, causing the two to have smiles break out on their faces.

peter pulls at the web slightly, making y/n come back to her bed, being stood in front of peter who's now sitting on the edge of her bed. she's placed in between his thighs, looking down at him.

she leans down and kisses him again, feeling his hand reach up to touch her jaw.

they both wished this is how their weeknds always went, just under different circumstances.

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