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[gotxpenny]

Undone By You

In the dim haze of a crowded bar somewhere in Europe, two soldiers from different worlds find themselves drawn to one another. She’s quiet and careful. He’s bold and charming. But in a war-torn moment suspended in time, a single spark threatens to change everything.

Pairing: Babe Heffron x Reader

Word Count: ~3,300

Genre: Fluff with a tinge of spice and flirtation

Setting: A crowded bar in Europe, early 1945

Note || My boy Babe isn’t holding back here—and honestly, can you blame him? Surrounded by war, cold, and chaos, he’s got no time to waste. With a little help from our resident troublemaker Wild Bill.

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The bar was loud, warm with laughter and the clink of glasses, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder in celebration. It smelled like cheap beer and the kind of sweat earned from surviving one more day. Somewhere in some nameless town in Europe, war had taken a night off.

Babe Heffron sat at a table with a few of his Easy Company boys—Guarnere was already halfway to drunk, and Luz was making some joke that had Roe grinning in a way he rarely did. Babe leaned back in his chair, half-listening. His sleeves were rolled up, red hair tousled from running a hand through it too many times. He liked nights like these—when they could pretend, just a little, that they were young men instead of soldiers.

But lately, even pretending took more work.

He'd spent the months after Eindhoven just trying to feel normal again. Recovery, they called it—like there was a fix for the kind of shit he’d seen. Like you could patch up a soul with bandages and bourbon. Half the time he’d just sat in silence, chain-smoking, his fingers twitching for a weapon that wasn’t there. The rest of the time, he thought about Philly. About home. About what it would feel like to walk down a street without expecting a shell to fall. About what kind of man he’d be if he weren’t sitting in another European bar soaked in cheap booze and survivor’s guilt.

The war had aged him. Fast. But he still wasn’t used to it. Twenty-one and already so fucking tired.

And then she walked in. Small. Quiet. Sharp eyes scanning the room like she regretted stepping foot in it already. She moved like she didn’t want to be seen, but Babe saw her anyway—really saw her.

She was surrounded by the taller men around her, all from another unit, judging by the way they talked and didn’t acknowledge anyone from Easy. She barely came up to one’s shoulder, swallowed by them all as they made their way to the bar. 

She walked just slightly behind them, shoulders tense, head down—but her eyes kept flicking up, watchful, as if she didn’t trust the room. And maybe she shouldn’t. She was the only woman here.

Babe sat forward, straightening instinctively. His drink forgotten. His gaze locked.

There was something about her, something so jarring in this landscape of smoke and noise and testosterone. She didn’t belong, not here, not among the men drunk off relief and reckless bravado. She was something other. Something softer. Something quiet. 

“Jesus, Heffron,” Guarnere muttered with a laugh, “Wipe your chin, you’re starin’ like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

Babe didn’t answer. 

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t move until the woman stepped up to the bar and perched carefully on a stool, pulling her cap off and smoothing down her hair before ordering a Coke—a Coke, for Christ’s sake. The bartender barely looked at her. Her presence felt like a whisper in a room full of shouts.

He was already getting up.

“Here he goes,” Guarnere muttered to Luz, who gave an exaggerated wolf whistle that Babe ignored, “She’s from anotha’ unit,” Guarnere called after him, grinning, “Try not to scare her off!”

He made his way through the crowd like it didn’t matter, like he had every reason in the world to be walking over to her—because right then, it felt like he did.

At the bar, he slipped into the space beside her and rapped the counter twice with his knuckles, “Beer,” he said to the bartender, then glanced down. She was sipping on a glass bottle of Coke, her fingers wrapped tightly around it like it was a lifeline. When she noticed him beside her, she flicked her eyes up just for a second.

He caught it. That glimpse. Just for a second—he caught a flicker of something in her eyes. That shy little look before she turned her head again. Surprise. Caution. 

He liked it.

Didn’t move away.

Didn’t stop looking.

“Didn’t expect to see a lady in a place like this,” he said, casually, “Especially not drinkin’ a Coke. You celebratin’ or hidin’?”

She blinked, lips parted like the question caught her off guard, “I...don’t really drink,” she said quietly.

Her voice was soft. Nervous. Babe liked it more than he should have.

“You always this quiet, or is it just me?” he asked, tilting his head.

And just like that, something flickered in her again. Like a match struck just once in the dark. And Babe? He leaned into the spark. She looked at him then. Really looked. And God help her, it was his smile that did it. That confident, crooked little grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed it.

His hair was the first thing she noticed—bright copper in the low light, messy in a way that looked deliberate, like he’d just run his hands through it before swaggering over. His face was all sharp lines softened only by the faint flush in his cheeks, and that damn smile—cocky, effortless, like he’d never had to work hard to get attention.

He stood close, not too close, but enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like smoke and whiskey and something else—something earthy, like worn canvas and adrenaline. And she hated the way it made her heart jump.

He wasn’t tall—not like the men in her company—but something about him made her feel even smaller. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Like he belonged in every room. Like the war hadn’t knocked him off balance the way it had her.

Or maybe it was just the way he looked at her—steadily, confidently, like he’d already decided she was something he wanted.

And no one had ever looked at her like that.

Not like she was a woman. Not like she was worth noticing.

It scared her. It thrilled her.

And when he grinned again, head tilted slightly like he could read her whole goddamn soul, she had to glance down, just to breathe, “I don’t talk to a lot of people,” she said, almost defensively, “Just my company.”

“You should branch out,” Babe said, “We’re not all assholes,” she snorted—actually snorted—and he took that as a win, “I’m Babe,” he said, offering his hand, “Well—Edward, but nobody calls me that,” she hesitated, then placed her smaller hand in his. It was warm. Her fingers fit between his perfectly.

He held on just a moment too long.

Babe hadn’t expected her to take his hand.

Hell, he hadn’t expected her to stay.

But the second her fingers slid into his—smaller, softer, careful—something in his chest shifted.

It wasn’t the kind of pull he was used to. This wasn’t about getting lucky or impressing the boys. It was quieter than that. Slower. Like gravity had decided she was the center now, and he’d be a damn fool not to orbit.

She wasn’t doing anything special. She wasn’t flirting. She wasn’t trying.

She was just there.

Soft-spoken. Guarded. Wrapped in something invisible that made him want to know her, to peel back whatever careful layers she was hiding behind.

And maybe that scared him a little, because it had been a long time since anything felt real. Since someone made him want to stop talking and just listen.

And right then? She was winning him over without even trying.

Just by standing there.

“I know who you are,” she said, so quietly he almost missed it.

Babe stilled. Not in a sharp, startled way—but like something in him paused just to take her in better. The way her lashes dipped after she spoke, like she regretted it the second it left her mouth. Like she didn’t realize the power she had in saying it.

His eyebrows lifted, that crooked grin returning, slower this time, “You been askin’ about me, sweetheart?”

She flushed instantly, her eyes going wide as she jerked her hand back from his like she’d touched something too hot, “No. I mean—your unit’s talked about a lot. Around the barracks.”

Babe chuckled under his breath, but there was something else behind it—something softer, sharper. Without even realising it, he leaned in, closer, his shoulder brushing hers, his drink forgotten. He didn’t mean to crowd her, but he couldn’t help it—she pulled him in.

Not in some loud, showy way. She wasn’t batting her lashes or leaning forward like the girls back home did when they wanted to be chased.

She was just...there.

Looking up at him with those cautious eyes like she didn’t know she was already tangled around his nerves. Like she didn’t know he was the one falling into whatever trap she wasn’t even trying to set.

He dropped his voice as he tilted toward her ear, like it was just the two of them in the whole damn bar, “Good things, I hope.”

And God help him, he liked the way she swallowed hard at that—like he was already a little too close, a little too much, and she didn’t know whether to pull away or lean in.

And Babe? He was already hers, and she hadn’t even asked for it.

She nodded. But the moment stretched, and she looked like she might bolt.

Babe reached for his drink, took a sip, then set it down. He leaned his elbow on the bar and turned more fully toward her.

“You from Philly?” he asked.

She shook her head, “North Carolina.”

“Explains the sweet,” he said.

She blinked, confused, “What?”

He grinned again, slower this time, “Your voice. It’s sweet. Kinda soft. Like honey or something,” her mouth parted again, breath hitching in her throat.

She was not used to attention. Not like this. And definitely not from someone who looked at her like that—like he was already undressing her in his mind and savoring every second of it.

Babe tried to look away. Tried to bite back the images starting to flicker through his mind like film reels he hadn’t asked to load. But it was useless. She looked at him with wide eyes, caught somewhere between flustered and curious, and that was dangerous. That look could undo a man if he wasn’t careful.

He took a sip of his beer, hoping the bitterness might ground him, but all it did was give him a second to imagine what her lips might taste like instead.

Christ, get it together, he thought.

But he couldn’t help it.

Couldn’t stop the way his mind wandered—how she’d look in the morning light, bare and soft, curled up in sheets with that shy little smile that probably didn’t come out often. Or the way her voice—already sweet as honey—might sound breathless in the dark, whispering his name like a secret.

He wondered if she’d melt under his hands, the way she seemed to melt under his gaze. If she’d be gentle or if there was something else simmering under all that quiet—something only he’d get to see.

The thought alone made heat crawl up the back of his neck.

And as she sat there, cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering, still holding tight to that Coke bottle like it might save her from him—he realised something that hit deeper than just want—it wasn’t just any girl making him feel this way.

It was her.

And that? That made it so much worse.

So much better.

“I, um...should probably get back to my group—”

“Let them wait,” Babe said easily, “You got any idea how rare it is to find a lady like you in a dump like this? I ain’t wastin’ it,” she swallowed. 

He could tell she wanted to run. But she wasn’t. Not yet.

She swallowed. Hard.

Because no one had ever spoken to her like that—not with charm, not with heat, not with something real coiled beneath the surface.

Not like she mattered.

Back home, she’d always been the quiet one, the polite one. The girl who kept her head down, followed orders, didn’t draw attention. Even in her unit, the men looked at her like a sister, or worse, like she wasn’t there at all.

But Babe Heffron?

He looked at her like she was everything.

Like the room had blurred behind her.

Like she wasn’t just some girl in uniform—she was the girl.

It made her dizzy. It made her nervous.

And it made her want to stay.

She’d heard of him before—Heffron, Easy Company. The stories drifted around the barracks like smoke, names passed in hushed admiration or jealous awe. The redhead from Philly who fought like hell and laughed louder than anyone had a right to in times like these.

She never thought he would see her.

And now here he was—closer than he should be, calling her sweet, telling her to stay, like the whole damn war could wait.

And she’d never felt so acknowledged in her entire life.

She whispered, “You’re very...forward.”

He chuckled lowly and leaned down until his mouth was next to her ear, “That a bad thing, sweetheart?” her breath caught. Her heart was hammering. His scent was all whiskey and cigarettes and something warmer underneath. Her fingers tightened around her Coke like it could anchor her. She didn’t answer. And that silence—it was almost louder than anything else in the room. Babe pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again, “You’re nervous,” he murmured.

“I don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” his voice dipped, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Her voice barely came out, fragile as spun glass, “Talk to guys. Like…this.”

Babe blinked, just for a second.

It wasn’t the words that got him—it was the way she said them. Like this wasn’t just new, it was foreign.

Like no one had ever leaned in close and made her feel seen. Like no guy had ever given her a reason to speak softer, to blush this hard, to wonder if her heartbeat was too damn loud.

He stared at her, eyebrows ticking up, the faintest flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“You serious?” he asked, not teasing—curious.

She nodded once, eyes dropping, like she regretted admitting it. Like it was something to be ashamed of.

And Babe? He wasn’t smug now. He was floored.

Because the girl standing in front of him—shy, sharp-eyed, sweet as hell—was the kind of woman most guys would fall all over themselves for. And the fact that no one had bothered before?

That made his jaw clench a little.

And made him want to be the first and last guy she ever talked to like this, “Then let me make it easy,” he said. His thumb brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Just sit with me. One drink. No pressure,” she stared at him. Torn between fear and something new bubbling inside her.

Then, after a long pause, she whispered, “Okay,” that single word left her lips like a secret, delicate and uncertain, but Babe heard it loud and clear. His grin returned—slower this time, softer, like it was just for her.

He offered his hand again, and she took it without thinking. He guided her through the crowd, his fingers curling around hers like they were something to protect. He didn’t let go, not even when they reached a quieter corner table at the edge of the bar—away from the rowdy laughter and sloshing drinks.

“Didn’t catch your name,” he said as he pulled out a chair for her—gentleman-like, but with a glint in his eye that suggested anything but innocence.

She hesitated, then murmured, “Y/N,” like it might disappear if said too loudly.

“Y/N,” Babe let it roll off his tongue, testing the sound, smiling like it was something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life, “Pretty name. Suits you,” she looked down, her cheeks heating again, “So,” he said, leaning in across the small table, forearms resting casually on the wood, “North Carolina, doesn’t drink, hasn’t flirted with a guy before…tell me, what do you do when you’re not knockin’ all of us dead just by walkin’ into a room?”

She huffed a laugh—half disbelief, half nerves, “I…read a lot.”

“Dangerous,” he murmured, his smile widening, “Smart and quiet. Real lethal combo.”

She laughed under her breath, “You’re laying it on pretty thick.”

He leaned in closer, eyes locked to hers, “Only ‘cause it’s true.”

Their drinks came—another Coke for her, beer for him—but he didn’t look away, not once. He asked more questions, asked about her training, what base she was stationed at before, if she missed home. And he listened. Really listened. And every now and then, he’d lean in just a little more.

At one point, when she said something about how her brothers used to tease her accent, he reached over without thinking, brushing his thumb along the edge of her jaw—just enough to make her breath catch.

“Don’t let ‘em take that from you,” he said, “That voice? Sweetest thing I’ve heard in years.”

And she froze.

Because now—now he was close. So close.

He’d leaned in again, his elbow on the back of her chair, that crooked grin flickering to something deeper, something darker, something that sat right between affection and want. His knee brushed hers beneath the table. His eyes dropped to her lips—barely for a second—but she felt it.

She could feel the warmth of his breath, faint and heady with beer. If she moved, just the tiniest bit—tilted her head forward, maybe said his name—she’d be kissing him.

And the worst part?

She wanted to.

She wanted to know how he’d taste, how he’d touch, how it would feel to let someone like Babe Heffron undo her completely.

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering nervously between his lips and his steady, confident gaze. Finally, she whispered, almost afraid he’d mishear, “I’ve… never done something like this before.”

The confession hung in the air between them, fragile and honest. Babe’s grin softened into something warmer, more protective. He reached out, lightly tracing a thumb along the back of her hand.

“Hey,” he said gently, voice low enough so only she could hear, “If at any point you wanna stop—say the word. I’ll back off, no questions asked. No pressure, no bullshit,” she nodded, biting her lip, her heart racing so loud she was sure he could hear it, “But,” he added, his eyes darkening with a promise that made her breath hitch, “If you don’t want me to stop...then I’ll make damn sure this is the best damn thing you ever experience. The only one you’ll ever need.”

His words wrapped around her like a promise and a dare all at once. She hesitated, then looked up—right into those fierce, honest eyes—and for the first time, she let herself believe it.

That maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something she never thought she’d have.

Something real.

Something unforgettable.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, but she held his gaze, searching for any sign of doubt or mockery—and found none. Only the steady warmth of someone who meant every word.

Slowly, she nodded again, a whisper of trust weaving through her nerves, “Okay,” she said, voice barely above a breath.

Babe’s smile deepened, that crooked, winning grin that made her feel both safe and dangerously alive. He reached out, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch feather-light but electric.

“Good,” he murmured, “Because I plan on making this night one you won’t forget. And I’m not just talking about the drinks.”

Her cheeks flushed hotter, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in just a little, the space between them shrinking until her breath mingled with his.

The world around them blurred—no shouting men, no clinking glasses, just the quiet heat building between two people who knew this moment was the start of something neither of them could quite put into words yet.

And Babe? He was already planning every next move.

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

Could we get a headcanon with Adam and a shy reader ? I loved your writings btw ♡

Yes of course and thank you :)

I hope you enjoy it

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Warnings: none just fluff

Adam with a shy reader headcanon

He wouldn't realise at the beginning that the reader has a crush on him. The man is not the most attentive when it comes to that.

He's THE first man, of course everyone likes him, but not someone as inconspicuous as Y/N. Ridiculous

Since Y/N wouldn't approach him because she's shy, it takes quite a while for the two of them to even have a conversation.

In fact, Lute or one of the other exorcists would notice that Y/N is always staring over and reach under her arms

Adam is loud and makes a lot of naughty jokes, which Y/N just smiles at and rarely comments on

Gradually, Y/N becomes more relaxed in his presence and starts to talk to him a little more. This is a small victory for Adam ….but why?

In the time that he has got to know Y/N more, he has not even realised how he has fallen in love with her.

But when he realises his feelings, he starts to "woo" her. Well, in his own way.

Which doesn't really go down well and leads to Y/N distancing herself from him again.

Lute keeps nagging him and has to give him advice because he's being so clumsy

On her advice, he tries a quiet date. A walk or something to eat. He personally finds walking boring, but hey, if it helps, he'll do it

On the date, he can no longer contain himself and confesses his feelings. How else is he supposed to get her round? She's always hiding in her shell

Is surprised that she says yes straight away

Y/N is dying inside and is very relieved that Adam asked her out because she wasn't sure she ever could have.

They spend more time together (and neglect Lute's Trainings which will cause trouble) and Y/N becomes even more relaxed with him

She isolates herself from other people when she doesn't know them and "hides" a bit behind Adam and his big mouth

He thinks it's cute, she's rather embarrassing

Adam won't let anyone make fun of her. Nobody, not even Lute, has the right to do that

He is very relieved that Y/N and Lute get on well together

They cuddle a lot, but haven't got any closer than that because Y/N shies away from it.

He has decided to take things slowly

He is happy that she is with him and is slowly opening up more and more to him

[lilibookverse]

Random Texts between shy!reader x bf!Azriel 🗡️✨

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Pairing : shy!reader x bf!Azriel

You’ve always been the quiet one. The one who overthinks every text, types and deletes a reply at least five times, and somehow always manages to convince yourself that no one really notices you. But what if the Shadowsinger himself did? ✨

✨ Until next time, my loves… Stay possessive. Stay golden. 💛🌟

[cherryxbooo]

Please a “the rookie” Tim Bradford fluff. For Valentine day, when Tim and Lucy are patrolling, Lucy is surprised that Tim is dating for couple days and Lucy wants to meet her. The end of the day, lucy saw Tim walking towards shy!reader. Couple minutes later, Lucy caught Tim and Shyreader making out in the breaking room. https://youtu.be/7MqzwaO-eQE?si=K1M4TDlFaIehiDoU

You deserve all of this and more

Summary: Lucy is shocked to discover that Tim isn’t single and sets out to uncover the mystery of his girlfriend.

Note: I'm back! Thank you for your request! Even though I still have one more exam to go, I decided to give you all an early present! You know me by now and how I like to put my own spin on the stories I write, so it’s not just a direct copy of the original scene. Hope you like it!

Shy reader x Tim Bradford

Genre: Fluff

The morning sun shone down brightly, casting a soft golden glow over the city streets.

The sky stretched out in a crisp shade of blue, unmarred by a single cloud.

It was one of those perfect mornings, cool but not too cold, with the promise of a calm day ahead.

As Officer Lucy Chen approached the patrol car, she couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief.

After the chaos of the past few shifts, today seemed like it might be a breeze.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Lucy clicked her seatbelt into place with a practiced motion.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting herself for comfort as she stole a quick glance at her training officer, Sergeant Tim Bradford.

His presence, as always, was commanding.

Even though they were just about to start their routine patrol, Tim had that same focused, unflappable demeanor that made him so intimidating to most.

But Lucy had been through enough shifts with him to know there was more to him than the steely exterior he projected.

Tim was staring down at the patrol car’s navigation screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel.

The sound of his fingers drumming lightly filled the car, a sound she had become intimately familiar with over the months of riding along with him.

It was his way of staying grounded, of keeping himself in control.

He wasn’t the kind of person who liked to feel rushed or out of sorts, even on a simple day like today.

"Alright, Chen," Tim said without looking up from the screen, his voice flat and businesslike as usual.

"Looks like we’re covering the usual sectors today. Try not to get distracted."

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Distracted? Me?" she asked with mock innocence.

"Never." She leaned back in her seat and grinned, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Tim shot her a quick, side-long glance, his lips twitching just slightly. He was trying to hide it, but Lucy could tell, his mood was a little different today.

Normally, he was calm and collected to the point of being nearly emotionless, but today there was a subtle shift in his energy, a lightness to his presence that didn’t quite match his usual serious tone.

Lucy, ever the observant one, picked up on these small changes faster than most.

She studied him a bit longer, trying to gauge what was going on. Something was off, no, wait.

Something was better.

The way his posture was just a little less stiff, the way his eyes seemed more focused on the present moment rather than scanning the horizon for potential trouble.

Tim wasn’t just going through the motions today.

There was something in his demeanor that told her he was… happier?

Her curiosity piqued, Lucy narrowed her eyes, leaning forward slightly.

"Okay, what's up?"

Tim sighed, but it wasn’t the usual exasperated sigh he gave when Lucy’s questions got too personal.

No, this time it felt almost... indulgent? He didn’t answer immediately, instead focusing on pulling the car away from the curb with a smooth, practiced motion.

His eyes were still locked on the road ahead, but the subtle hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Nothing’s up," Tim replied, but Lucy wasn’t buying it.

She studied him intently, her brow furrowing.

Something in the way he said it, the slight change in his voice, told her that something was definitely up.

"You’re different today," she pressed, her tone more inquisitive now.

"You seem... I don’t know. Lighter? Did you actually get a full eight hours of sleep for once?"

Tim scoffed and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his lips curling into a small, wry grin.

"Yeah, right. Like that ever happens."

Lucy smiled to herself, but she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

She tilted her head, her gaze lingering on him as she continued to study his expression, trying to unlock the mystery of this odd shift in his usual mood.

Tim wasn’t the type to be so… light. He was always on guard, always the professional, always a little bit closed off.

But now, there was something different. She could feel it in the air between them.

Regardless she decided to let it rest. For now.

"You know Angela asked me earlier who I thought was more difficult. Her or you."

Tim frowned at what Lucy said, before rolling his eyes.

"Of course you're going to choose me."

Lucy laughed at his behaviour.

"You know, Angela knew you were going to say that. Now I understand why she said that you're the most stubborn person alive."

Tim looked offended. "Me? Stubborn? Yeah sure."

Lucy couldn't help but annoy him more.

"Yeah, she also said that was probably the reason why you're still single."

Tim looked once again very offended before defending himself.

"First of all, I'm not stubborn like she makes me out to be, and second of all who said that I'm still single huh?

A sudden thought hit her, sharp and startling. Her eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my god," she whispered, the realization dawning on her like a flash of lightning.

"You’re seeing someone?"

Tim’s grip on the steering wheel tightened just a fraction, his jaw clenching for a split second before he forced his muscles to relax.

But Lucy saw it, the small, almost imperceptible shift in his body language that confirmed her suspicion.

Lucy’s mouth dropped open, unable to contain her surprise.

"You? Tim Bradford, the man who never lets his guard down, is in a relationship?"

Her voice was tinged with disbelief and excitement. She smacked his arm lightly, unable to help herself.

"Why didn’t you tell me?!"

"Because it’s none of your business,"

Tim said flatly, his usual deadpan tone back in full force.

But Lucy wasn’t having it. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, pressing him for more.

"Oh, come on. How long has this been going on?" she asked, crossing her arms in mock indignation.

"A week? A month?"

"That doesn't concern you Chen," Tim admitted reluctantly, his voice quiet and almost defensive.

Lucy’s eyes grew even wider. "Yes it does concern me!" she repeated, stunned.

"And you don't want to tell your best friend?"

Tim scoffed and shot her a dry look. "You’re not my best friend."

Lucy put a hand to her heart in mock offense.

"Fine. Your work best friend," she corrected with a grin, clearly enjoying this newfound tidbit of information.

"So, who is she? Someone I know? Ooh, is it a nurse? You do have a thing for tough women."

Tim let out a slow, controlled breath, clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"You’re relentless, you know that?"

Lucy just grinned wider, her curiosity burning with every new question.

She wasn’t going to let him get away with being so mysterious.

"You know you’re going to have to introduce me, right?"

Tim’s lips quirked into a smirk, but he didn’t answer.

He just shifted the car into gear and pressed down on the accelerator, clearly choosing to leave the conversation there for now.

But Lucy wasn’t done yet.

She knew better than to let something like this slide. No, she was going to find out everything.

After a long, relatively uneventful shift, Lucy still couldn’t shake the feeling of curiosity off.

She had spent the entire day trying to crack the mystery of who Tim was dating.

Every time she threw a playful guess at him,

"Is she a dispatcher, a nurse, oh no maybe a fellow officer? No no that seems unusual. A firefighter perhaps?".

Tim just gave her that same tight-lipped response, his eyes flicking to her for just a moment before his expression slipped back into its usual mask.

But Lucy had been riding along with him for long enough to know when he was holding back, and right now, everything about him felt different.

He was still the same Tim, the solid, reliable training officer, but there was an unfamiliar lightness to him.

And she needed to know who caused it.

When they finally finished their last call and the end of the shift was in sight, Lucy was practically bouncing in her seat.

Her mind was racing with possibilities.

She threw out her last guess of the day:

“Someone from the gym, right? Is that it? Did you finally get tired of the ‘no-strings-attached’ thing?”

Tim didn’t even look at her, his eyes firmly on the road ahead, his jaw set in that familiar way.

He didn’t respond, not even with his typical sarcastic quip.

That only fueled her curiosity more. The silence was unbearable.

As they pulled into the station parking lot, the car’s tires made a soft hum against the concrete, signaling the end of another long shift.

Tim parked with his usual precision, and Lucy immediately hopped out of the shop, stretching her arms over her head to shake off the fatigue.

The cool air nipped at her skin, but she barely noticed. Her mind was still on him.

“Alright, I’m calling it now. You are introducing me to her at some point, right?”

Lucy asked, her voice light but with an edge of excitement.

She wasn’t about to let this drop, not when she was so close to the truth.

Tim shot her a quick glance, lips barely twitching.

“See you tomorrow, Chen,” he said in his usual deadpan voice, but there was something a little too… casual about it, like he was almost trying to brush her off.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, but before she could reply, Tim turned and started walking away toward the parking lot.

“Hey, wait-!”

She was about to call after him when something or better said someone, caught her eye.

There, standing a little off to the side, was a woman.

She was fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater, her posture slightly hunched like she was nervous, waiting for something or someone.

The moment Lucy noticed her, a jolt of realization hit her hard.

No. It couldn’t be…

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Tim’s figure slow as he approached the woman.

There was no mistaking it now.

This had to be the woman he was seeing.

Lucy lingered near the door, pretending to check her phone, but her eyes never left the scene unfolding before her.

She wasn’t trying to spy, but she was trying to understand.

Tim’s steps grew slower as he neared her, and Lucy’s breath caught in her throat when she saw his expression shift.

The usual, ever-present stoic mask that Tim wore like armor, shattered in an instant.

His face softened as he looked at the woman.

He wasn’t the unapproachable Sergeant now; he was just… Tim.

Lucy blinked, her mind racing.

“No way…” she muttered under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She couldn’t take her eyes off them.

She watched in amusement, having never seen Tim like this before.

The woman looked up, her face lighting up like the sun at the sight of him.

She smiled, shy but warm, and Lucy felt a pang of something unfamiliar at the sight.

Something inside her, a strange blend of awe and curiosity stirred. It was as though she was witnessing something sacred.

Tim’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles in return. His hand, which had been at his side, moved slowly toward the woman.

Lucy saw his fingers brush against hers, tentative at first, as though testing the waters.

Then, with a smooth, fluid motion, he took her hand completely, holding it gently.

His thumb moved across her knuckles in a soft, comforting motion as he squeezed her hand, his touch reassuring and intimate.

Lucy’s mouth went dry. She had to blink a few times to process what she was seeing.

This was a side of Tim she hadn’t even imagined before.

The stern, unflappable Tim who had always been so professional, so untouchable, was now showing a side of himself that was raw, unguarded, and, dare she say, in love?

It was like she was seeing him for the first time.

The woman looked up at him, her eyes full of something that Lucy didn’t quite understand but recognized immediately.

Adoration? Trust? The kind of quiet affection that only came from knowing someone in the most real, vulnerable way.

Tim’s voice, when it broke the silence, was lower than usual, softer somehow.

She couldn’t hear the words, but the tone was unmistakable, a kind of tenderness that had never been directed her way.

Lucy could almost feel the warmth between them, and for a brief moment, she felt like an intruder, a third wheel to this incredibly private moment.

Should I walk over? Should I say something?

The thought crossed her mind, but as quickly as it came, she dismissed it.

No, she couldn’t interrupt this.

Not when it was so obvious how much this moment meant to both of them.

She stood frozen, watching Tim lean down a bit, his voice even softer now as he spoke to her.

The way the woman’s face lit up when he said something, there was a spark in her eyes, a knowing smile that made Lucy’s heart flutter.

The connection between them was so palpable, it almost felt like something she shouldn’t witness.

Lucy could feel the curiosity still eating away at her, she was dying to know more, to meet the woman who had somehow unlocked this side of Tim, this version of him.

But something told her that now was not the time.

No, if she interrupted this moment, if she said anything, it would ruin it.

She wasn’t sure why, but she knew in her gut that this was their time, not hers.

With one last lingering look at them, Lucy stepped back toward the door, a plan forming in her mind.

She didn’t need to rush this.

She could wait. But she was definitely getting answers later.

No one keeps secrets from Officer Lucy Chen for long.

Meanwhile, before Lucy started spying on the both of you:

The clock on my dashboard blinked 6:30 PM, casting a soft glow in the otherwise dim interior of my car.

The day had stretched on longer than I’d expected, and now, the world outside was slowly shifting from the golden light of late afternoon into the cool, gentle hues of evening.

The city lights were beginning to twinkle in the distance, like tiny stars scattered across the darkening sky, and the air had a slight chill to it, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier.

I was standing next to my car in the parking lot of the police station.

My fingers nervously drummed on the steering wheel as I glanced back at the clock again.

I had been waiting for a little while now.

6:30, Tim should be done soon.

The thought of seeing him again had my stomach fluttering in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

I had spent the whole day surrounded by the chaos of my kindergarten class, the kids bouncing off the walls, asking questions I could barely keep up with.

But now, here I was, finally getting a quiet moment.

A moment with him. The thought was enough to make me smile softly to myself.

It wasn’t just the anticipation that had me feeling all soft inside.

It was him. Tim.

Ever since he’d stepped into my life, things had felt... different.

Better. His presence was like this quiet anchor that grounded me, even in the most chaotic moments.

I remembered how shy and awkward I’d been at the start, fumbling over my words, avoiding his gaze, terrified that I wasn’t good enough for him.

But he never seemed to mind.

Tim had a way of making me feel seen in a way no one else ever had.

And with each passing day, I grew more comfortable around him.

I was still shy, so shy, but Tim made it feel like being myself was exactly enough.

His words, his gentle touches, his quiet but steady affection, it all added up to something that made my heart race every time I thought about it.

And tonight, I was lucky enough to be spending time with him, just the two of us, away from the noise of the world.

As I sat there, staring out at the parking lot, I couldn’t help but feel my heart pick up its pace.

It was ridiculous how excited I was to see him.

I was probably blushing just thinking about him.

But it was impossible not to.

Tim had a way of making everything seem so effortless, yet so real.

I was in love with him. It was that simple. (real girl so so real)

A soft sound broke through my reverie, the rhythmic tap of boots against concrete.

I snapped my head toward the sound, my pulse quickening, and there he was.

Tim. Walking toward me, his figure cutting through the soft twilight as if he belonged in this moment, like everything in the world was right because he was here.

I couldn’t help but stare.

Even in his police uniform, looking all serious, he had this effortlessly handsome way about him.

His jacket sleeves were rolled up, giving him a slightly more relaxed look than usual.

Yet, even with all of that, the power and authority in his stance were still there.

He was... just Tim, and in his presence, I felt both completely small and incredibly safe at the same time.

His eyes softened when they met mine, and that subtle smile, oh, that smile, stretched across his face.

My heart skipped a beat.

The usual confident, almost stoic Tim had this side to him that he only ever showed to me, and it made me feel like the luckiest person alive.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted me, his voice low and soothing, as he came to a stop in front of my car.

There was a softness there, a tenderness that never failed to make my insides flutter.

“Sorry I kept you waiting. I was wrapping up some stuff. Didn’t mean to make you hang around.”

I smiled up at him, my cheeks flushing a little.

“It’s okay, Tim. I didn’t mind. I’ve been thinking about you, actually.”

His brow quirked, and he stepped closer, his body just barely brushing mine as he leaned against my car.

“Oh really?” His voice dropped an octave, and I could hear that teasing edge.

He was so good at it. “What exactly were you thinking about, hmm?”

I could feel the butterflies swirl in my stomach, and I dropped my gaze for a moment, my heart thudding harder in my chest.

“I—uh, I don’t know,” I muttered, too shy to meet his eyes.

“I’ve just been thinking about... us. About how happy I am when I’m with you.”

Tim’s gaze softened immediately, and he stepped even closer, his hand brushing against mine as if by accident, but I knew it wasn’t.

Tim was never the type to do anything by accident.

Every touch from him felt deliberate, and that made my heart race even more.

“You make me happy too, Y/n,” he said, his voice so sincere it almost took my breath away.

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”

His hand found mine, and his fingers interlaced with mine, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of comfort through me.

There was this quiet moment where neither of us said anything, just stood there, fingers intertwined, breathing in the cool air of the evening.

I felt like time had slowed down, like the world outside us didn’t matter anymore.

It was just him and me in this little bubble we had created for ourselves.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be here with you, Tim,” I whispered, voice barely above a breath.

I didn't know where this was coming from, but for some reason, my insecurities spilled out just like that.

“I didn’t think someone like you would even notice someone like me.”

Tim’s eyes softened, and he gently cupped my face with his other hand.

His thumb brushed across my cheek in a slow, comforting motion.

“I notice you, sweetheart. I see you. And I’ve been wanting this... wanting us... for longer than you think.”

His voice was so steady, so sure, that it melted any lingering doubts I had.

“I’m really lucky,” I murmured, my voice small but sincere.

“I don’t deserve you, but I’m really lucky.”

“Don’t say that,”

Tim murmured, his gaze intense and warm.

“You deserve all of this and more.”

He smiled again, and his thumb brushed my lip this time, sending a jolt of warmth through me.

“You’ve got no idea how much you mean to me, babe.”

My heart fluttered in my chest, my face burning as I looked up at him, not sure if I could handle the weight of his words.

But just the fact that he was saying them, just the fact that Tim Bradford, this strong, serious man, was sharing his heart with me, made everything feel right.

“I... I feel the same,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Tim’s eyes never left mine. “Yeah? You feel the same?”

His tone was soft now, teasing, but there was a quiet edge to it.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go, Y/n. Not now, not ever.”

My stomach flipped with a combination of nerves and excitement, and I couldn’t help the tiny laugh that escaped me.

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I said quietly, the words leaving my lips before I could stop them.

Tim chuckled lowly, his hand sliding from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer until our foreheads were nearly touching.

“Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

“Because I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

Tim suddenly took a step back as if he just remembered something.

“I just remembered that I still have to change and get some things from the break room. So what do you say? Mind joining me inside for a bit?”

I nodded, grateful for his company, even though I felt my cheeks flush a little.

He had this effect on me, making me feel both nervous and at ease at the same time.

We walked together into the station, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights above creating a steady, almost comforting rhythm.

The sound was oddly relaxing, predictable in its way, like the background music to a peaceful evening.

My steps naturally matched Tim’s, and I found myself gravitating toward him, enjoying the steady pace of his stride as he led me through the hallways.

There was something about the way Tim walked, so assured, so composed, that made me feel small in the best way possible.

Like I could follow him anywhere and feel completely safe doing so.

His presence seemed to fill the space around us, creating an invisible bubble of calm that I didn’t want to escape.

As we turned corners and passed through doors, I realized how easily I’d fallen into step with him.

It wasn’t just his confidence that made me follow; it was the way he made me feel.

Like everything was just right, even when things weren’t perfect.

When we reached the break room, Tim reached for the door handle, holding it open for me with that familiar soft smile of his.

I stepped inside first, taking in the simple surroundings. The room was nothing special, just a standard break room.

The coffee machine sat against the far wall, the usual clutter of papers scattered across the table.

But with Tim here, everything felt different.

Warm.

Personal.

Like the room had been transformed by his presence as if it was no longer just a mundane spot to take a break, but a space where something... special could happen.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tim said as he closed the door behind us, his voice smooth and reassuring.

“I’ll just be a minute. Need to finish up some last details from the shift.”

I nodded, settling into one of the chairs at the table as he moved to sort through some papers.

He always looked so focused when he worked, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration, yet there was a gentleness to his movements, as though nothing about this, nothing about me, was ever a chore.

I watched him for a moment, taking in the way he moved with a quiet grace, confident but never rushed.

There was something magnetic about him, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

I sighed quietly, half from contentment and half from the nagging realization that I was once again struck by how lucky I was to be here with him.

It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling, this peaceful, giddy joy that washed over me whenever Tim was near.

But it was real, and every moment spent with him only deepened the warmth in my chest.

I glanced up, finding Tim’s eyes on me.

His lips quirked into that mischievous little smirk, the one that always made my heart skip a beat.

“What?” he asked, his tone playful, his voice lowering just enough to make me feel like I was the only one who mattered in the room.

“Nothing,” I mumbled quickly, my face heating up as I averted my gaze, looking down at my hands folded in my lap.

But Tim wasn’t about to let me off that easily.

He took a few steps toward me, his boots making a soft, rhythmic sound on the floor, and I could feel his presence all around me.

When he stopped beside me, I couldn’t help but notice the way his tall frame seemed to fill the space.

His body language confident and sure, but there was that warmth in his eyes that made me feel like he was looking at me in a way that was all his own.

He leaned in just enough that I could feel his breath against my cheek, his voice a soft, teasing whisper.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” he murmured, the affection in his words sending a flutter of warmth straight to my heart.

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the heat flood my face, turning me into a blushing mess.

“I’m not… I’m not shy,”

I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, but my trembling hands were betraying me, making it obvious that he was right.

Tim chuckled, the sound low and warm, like a comforting melody I never wanted to end.

“You are,"

He said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch soft and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine.

“And I like it. I like everything about you.”

The world seemed to tilt just a little bit as my heart skipped a beat.

How could he do this to me?

How could he make my chest feel so full and my stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies every time he touched me, every time he spoke?

“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat.

I swear he does it on purpose.

I didn’t know what to say.

Tim’s gaze softened as if he could read every thought that flickered across my face, and without another word, his hand moved to cup my cheek, gently guiding my face toward his.

I looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise.

He smiled tenderly at me, and his thumb brushed along my cheekbone, a quiet caress that made my pulse race.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his voice low and full of sincerity.

“You know that?”

I could barely breathe, let alone respond. My words tumbled out in a rush, shaky and uncertain.

“You’re… too nice,”

I whispered, not feeling like I deserved such sweetness from him, even though every fiber of my being longed to believe him.

“I mean it, Y/n,” Tim said, his expression unwavering.

“You’re perfect. Every little thing about you is perfect.”

Before I could respond, before I could say anything more, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, timeless, almost, as if he was savoring every second of it.

I felt my whole body go warm like the world around us had disappeared, and there was nothing but the two of us in this quiet room.

His lips were soft but insistent, and I couldn’t help but melt into him, my hands instinctively finding their way to his shirt, gripping it as if I were afraid I might float away.

Tim’s other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me in closer, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, the strength of his arms, the tenderness in his touch.

I was lost in the feeling, in the sweetness of the moment, the connection we shared.

This kiss soon turns into a make-out session.

But just as I was about to lose myself completely in him, the door to the break room slammed open with such force that it startled both of us.

The loud crash echoed through the room, and I gasped, pulling away from Tim in shock.

I blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened.

And there, standing in the doorway, was a woman.

Her eyes were wide with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, her mouth hanging open in a perfect expression of

"I can't believe what I'm seeing."

Her gaze flickered between Tim and me, and I felt my face go bright red in an instant.

I instinctively took a small step back, trying to hide behind Tim, but I could still feel the heat of my embarrassment creeping up my neck.

“Aha!” Lucy’s voice rang out, filled with mock triumph.

“I knew it!” she added, a teasing lilt in her tone that made my heart race even faster.

Tim groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated by the interruption.

I could feel the tension in his body, but it didn’t seem to bother Lucy in the slightest.

She was practically glowing with amusement.

“Well, well, well,” she drawled, taking a few steps into the room.

“So this is the mystery woman who’s been making Tim Bradford smile.”

My heart thudded in my chest, and I peeked out from behind Tim, too shy to look her in the eye directly.

My voice was a soft whisper as I managed a tiny “Hi,” my cheeks still burning with embarrassment.

Lucy’s expression softened as she looked at me, and a warm smile spread across her face.

“Oh, you’re adorable,” she said genuinely, her voice much kinder than I’d expected.

“I’m Lucy, by the way. Tim’s very annoying work best friend as he likes to call me.”

I smiled shyly, feeling the weight of the moment, but I managed to squeak out,

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Lucy’s gaze flickered back to Tim, and her eyebrow raised playfully.

“What did you do to him?” she asked, her voice dripping with exaggerated curiosity.

“I’ve known this grumpy guy for years, and I’ve never seen him this soft.”

Tim groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

“Lucy, leave it alone,” he muttered, but it was clear he wasn’t actually mad.

He was just trying to hide the softness I’d seen in him.

But Lucy wasn’t about to let this go.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” she teased, shooting us one last playful glance.

“You two are too cute.”

I couldn’t stop the soft giggle that escaped me, my heart still racing with nerves and happiness.

Tim’s arm went around me instinctively, pulling me a little closer to his side as he shot Lucy a mock warning glare.

“Alright, Chen,” he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“Leave us alone.”

Lucy flashed me one last, teasing smile before she backed out of the room, her voice carrying through the door.

“Fine, fine. But I’m getting the full scoop later, you two. Oh everyone in the station is going to love this! Especially Angela!”

As the door clicked shut behind Lucy, the room felt quieter, and I finally exhaled.

Tim turned to face me, his gaze softening as he took a step closer.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle but deliberate.

"Sorry about that," he said, his voice low and smooth, almost teasing.

There was no real apology behind it, more like a recognition of the awkwardness in the air.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, looking down at my hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

My heart was still racing, and I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Really.”

Tim chuckled softly, that familiar glint in his eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d be so shy even after everything we’ve been through and how long we've been together,”

he teased, his hand still resting lightly on my shoulder, just enough to make me feel grounded.

“I’m not shy,” I muttered quickly, though the way my cheeks burned probably said otherwise.

I tried to meet his gaze, but I quickly found myself looking down again.

“I just... don’t like being caught off guard.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Tim said, his voice full of amusement.

He gently cupped my chin, lifting it so I had to look at him.

“It’s okay, Y/n. You know I don’t mind seeing you blush.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I felt my face heat up even more.

I was sure I looked like a mess, but I didn’t want to pull away.

He was so close, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

“You’re impossible,” I whispered, but the words had no real bite.

It was hard to stay frustrated when he was standing there, looking at me like that.

Tim’s grin only widened.

“You like it, though,” he said softly, his thumb brushing along the curve of my jaw.

“Admit it.”

I shook my head slightly, trying to hold onto some sense of control, but the way his hand was so steady on me made it hard to think straight.

“I—" I started, but the words seemed to get stuck.

Tim leaned in just a little, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured,

“It’s okay baby. You don’t have to say anything.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my hands shake slightly.

“I’m just not used to... this,” I confessed, still unsure of how to explain the mix of feelings I was experiencing.

“Not used to being... with someone like you.”

Tim’s smile softened, but there was still that playful edge in his voice when he spoke again.

“Someone like me?” he repeated, teasing.

“You make it sound like I’m some kind of monster.”

I gave a small, nervous laugh, finally managing to look up at him.

“No, it’s not that,” I said quickly, though I wasn’t sure if I was making it better or worse.

“It’s just... you’re so... confident.”

Tim’s eyes softened a little, and he stepped even closer, his hand now resting lightly on my waist.

“And you like that about me,” he said simply.

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and I couldn’t help but nod slightly.

“Yeah... I do,” I admitted, the words feeling more natural than I expected.

Tim’s grin returned, and he brushed his thumb over the back of my hand, his gaze warm but filled with that teasing spark.

“Good,” he murmured.

“Because you’re the only one who gets to see this side of me, Y/n. The side that doesn’t mind making you blush.”

I couldn’t hold back a small smile at that, and for the first time, the awkwardness of the situation didn’t feel so heavy.

I liked this, the way Tim knew just how to make me feel at ease, even when I was a mess of nerves.

“You’re lucky I’m still standing here, huh?”

I said quietly, but there was a hint of a smile in my voice, something I couldn’t quite hide.

Tim chuckled, the sound rich and easy.

“I’m lucky every time you’re here with me,” he said softly, his hand now settling more firmly on my back, pulling me in just a little.

I looked up at him, heart beating faster but with a little more steadiness now.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I murmured, not really meaning it, but not sure what else to say.

Tim leaned down just enough to place a quick, soft kiss on my forehead.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” he said, his voice warm, but still carrying that edge of playfulness.

“Not anytime soon, at least.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

Even though we’d just had a somewhat awkward moment, everything felt... okay.

It felt like it always did when I was with him, comfortable, easy, but still full of that undeniable connection.

“I’m just glad I’m here with you,”

I whispered, and this time, it felt like I actually meant it, fully and completely.

Tim’s hand lingered on my back, and for a second, the world outside the break room felt distant, irrelevant.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice steady and real. “Me too.”

The end

[sturnioz]

https://www.tumblr.com/sturnioz/762637555496812544/hear-me-out-because-shyreader-is-over-alll-the

To go with this

Reader and chris are at a party and Chris has to go talk to someone about selling shit and reader is just sat on the couch alone freaking out in till Matt and Nate see her and go sit with her to make sure she ok (Matt and Nate yell at Chris’s for leaving her alone after)

"stay here, yeah? don't move," chris murmurs in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek, his grip firm and possessive on your shoulder. "m'serious, alright? jus' need to go talk to someone. i'll be back."

you open your mouth to respond, but the words refuse to come out, caught in the tightness of your throat as he gives your shoulder a squeeze before rising from the couch, his frame silhouetted against the pulsing lights of the party as he runs a hand through his messy hair, pushing through the crowded living-room.

the moment he's gone, a wave of discomfort crashes over you. alone and surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, your anxiety is spiked — your hearts racing, thudding wildly in your chest while your thoughts spiral into chaos.

you sink deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, hoping they might swallow you up and help you disappear. the music around you blurs into words you struggle to understand, and the laughter and conversations you hear mould into one and becomes suffocating, amplifying your panic.

"hey, ki— woah.. eaaasy," a voice suddenly cuts through the noises, jolting you from your spiralling thoughts. you look up, startled, to find nate and matt standing beside the couch, concern and curiosity written across their expressions. nate flops down beside you while matt quietly settles in on the other side, the former's voice calm and steady as he continues, "y'good? why're you alone?"

"where's chris?" matt asks next, cutting through your fog of anxiety before you can even muster a response to nate.

the answers to both questions feel trapped, tangled in your throat, and you struggle to form words.

sensing your distress, matt places an open bottle of water in your trembling hands, guiding it toward your mouth. you squeeze the plastic between your fingers as you take a few cautious sips, the chilled water flowing down your throat, soothing the tightness and helping you regain your breath.

"y'know..." nate drawls, lounging back comfortably on the couch, adjusting the brim of his cap. "if i ever get big rich — like m'talkin' win all the money in the world — m'gonna buy a house boat."

you blink, a little taken aback by the sudden confession, and your eyebrows nit together in confusion as you stare at him, the panic momentarily forgotten. "you mean.. like a boathouse?"

"nah.. like a house boat." nate insists.

"the house is already attached to the boat?" you ask, your curiosity piqued. you barely feel matt's fingers gently press against your hands, guiding the water bottle back to your lips for another sip, ensuring you stay hydrated and centred.

"like a house on water, y'know?" nate grins. "gonna buy me a biiig one of those."

you swallow the water in your mouth, "why?"

"i just need a house boat."

"but why?" matt asks this time, tilting his head slightly as he studies nate.

"bro, think about it.. i can travel anywhere i want and stay in the comfort of my own home. why wouldn't you want one?"

matt hums lowly, nodding slowly as his gaze drifts over to you for a moment, noticing that your panic has subsided due to nate successfully grabbing your undivided attention.

satisfied, matt takes a sip from his beer and glances over the rim at chris, who returns back, a wad of cash clutched in his hand.

"you're a fuckin' idiot," matt mouths quietly, and chris rolls his eyes in response, shoving the cash hastily into his pocket.

"was watchin' her the entire time, kid — was across the fuckin' room," chris shoots back defensively as he curls his hand around your arm and pulls you up from the couch to sit between matt and nate before he draws you down onto his lap.

you barely register the shift, still engrossed by nate's house boat conversation, but you do sink back into a familiar chest, getting comfortable and feeling more at ease as you continue to listen to nate's rambling.

[merlucide]

PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS

BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O

Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?

characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo

wc: about 300ish each

warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭

ITOSHI RIN

Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭

So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.

He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone. 

He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh

He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.

he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh

He’s small minded about these things okay 😭

He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.

he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist

ITOSHI SAE

lmao you give him terrible whiplash.

He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.

You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).

His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago. 

You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)

Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door. 

Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.

You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).

You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.

LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS

KAISER MICHEAL

lmao he was disturbed at first 💀

like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”

He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.

“hello darkness my old frienddd~”

He just blinked at you for a while. 

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”

ANYWHOOO!

He thinks it’s funny af though

Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.

You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨

OTOYA EITA

LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

YOUR RANDOM AF.

HES RANDOM AF.

= SOULMATES

he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are

He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏

Someone humble him please.

LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:

“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING

And you’ll be like:

“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*

Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals

MIKAGE REO

LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-

“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”

lmao kinda how it goes

He never really gets used to the switch up.

It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗

He loves hearing people talk about you too.

“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..

Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄

LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”

made April 21st 2024

[fluentmoviequoter]

I have a (The rookie) Tim Bradford x shyreader request please?

Tim and shyreader just recently start dating and one time when Tim, shyreader and his cop friends are at a restaurant “Denny’s” (I always order pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages with Coca Cola) and Tim cop friends are meeting shy!reader.

Tim is surprised when Lucy and shy!reader have secret new best friends handshake and everyone finds it cute while Tim is being sad and surprised puppy asking himself when did this happen. https://youtube.com/shorts/WUON5Q4HDuc?si=4cot1jSQiyi5F-zI

Such a cute request; thank you! 0.7k+ words of fluff (I couldn't figure out how to make it longer without it being super boring. I hope this is okay!)

Secret Relationships, Handshakes, and Pancakes

“It’s been a month,” Tim points out.

“Five weeks and two days,” you correct softly, looking at Tim’s hands rather than his face.

“That’s worse.”

You glance up at him, unsurprised to see that he’s looking directly at you. He hides his smile and lifts his brows.

“Breakfast with a few of my friends can’t be that bad,” he assures. “I don’t even like spending time with them, but I’m still going.”

You push your hand against Tim’s chest before you ask, “Will Lucy be there?”

“Yes,” Tim answers, wondering why you’d ask about her. He’s told you stories about all of them, but this is the big day (Angela’s words) when you finally meet them.

Nodding, you agree to go, then wrap your arms tightly around Tim’s waist. He uses your grip on him to get you out of the door and into his truck. It’s not that you don’t like spending time with Tim or don’t want to meet his friends, but it’s hard being around new people when you’re shy, and you don’t want to make a bad impression and lose Tim forever.

“It’ll be right out,” the waitress says after taking drink orders.

“Thanks,” you whisper to Tim.

“For what?” he replies, lifting his brows innocently like he doesn’t remember ordering for you.

“Tim!” Lucy calls as the door to the restaurant opens behind you.

You smile and turn, then stand and hug Lucy. She pulls back and offers her right hand, which you take in yours. Tim watches as you shake her hand, then flip your fingers to hold her wrist before sliding your palms against one another. Laughing as you hook your fingers with Lucy’s, then snap, you almost forget that other people are around.

“Um, excuse me?” Angela interjects as she stops beside you. “I want a handshake.”

“It’s reserved for best friends,” Lucy argues. She winks at you as she sits beside you.

Angela groans, then smiles and introduces herself and Wesley Evers. You shake their hands before you lower to your seat. Tim’s eyes are on you, but your neck is already warming, so you keep your gaze forward.

“I was under the impression we were all meeting you for the first time today,” Angela tells you, looking pointedly at Lucy.

“We met at the station,” Lucy explains. “I recognized her from one of Tim’s pictures.”

“When did you see my pictures?” Tim interrupts, momentarily distracted from his internal wondering of how you and Lucy hit it off so quickly.

“Anyway,” Lucy deflects, “Nolan is running a few minutes late, but he’ll be here soon.”

“Did you come up with the handshake yourself?” Wesley asks you.

“I did,” you answer softly. “But it was Lucy’s idea.”

“Were you on the clock?” Tim inquires over your head.

“No,” you and Lucy answer together.

Tim pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down to ask, “How long have you been friends?”

“About a month,” Lucy answers.

Their conversation is interrupted by the waitress returning with drinks for the table. After Angela thanks Tim for remembering her favorite, Tim gently taps his elbow against your arm. You turn toward him and interlace your fingers beneath the table.

“So, while I was fighting to get you to talk to me, hold eye contact… you were hanging out with Lucy and making secret handshakes?” he accuses.

“Bet you’re wishing you’d picked up Nolan,” Wesley tells Lucy.

“Wasn’t the goal of breakfast to let us bond?” Lucy defends for you. “We just bonded early.”

“He’s mad that you stole his girlfriend’s limited attention,” Angela explains. She meets your eyes and smiles. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you promise. “Sorry I didn’t tell you, Tim.”

Tim sighs and murmurs, “I suppose there will be even more handshakes now.” As Angela cheers, he reaches across the table for a straw and uses his arm as cover to whisper, “I’m the only one who gets secret kisses, though.”

You nod, fighting the shy smile growing at his words.

“Hey, Nolan,” Wesley calls. “Lucky for you, no one else has to talk once John gets here.”

Tim takes your hand under the table, and as his thumb brushes over your knuckles, you know your relationship is better than all the secret handshakes in the world. But then he orders for you, and the women at the table act like it’s the sweetest thing anyone has done since Fitzwilliam Darcy walked to propose to Elizabeth Bennet. You turn to hide your face against his arm.

“Wait, handshakes?” Nolan exclaims a moment later. “I love handshakes!”

“No you don’t,” Tim warns, his hand warm against your back.

[itsnesss]

Hi how are you? 😊 Can I please request Sensei wolf x shy!reader girlfriend or wife? When shy!reader is at the hospital in a private room, after she has given birth to their newborn son who’s already a momma boy. Wolf holding his newborn son for the first time, thanking shyreader. Wolf just deeply in love with shyreader even tho they’re together, make it fluff hardcore. ♥️♥️♥️

𝐝𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | you lie in the quiet hospital room, exhausted but happy. sensei wolf, filled with tenderness, holds your baby and promises to never let you feel alone

warnings | soft!sensei wolf, gf!reader, fluff, extreme tenderness, parenting themes, post-birth

word count | 0.8 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The hospital is a quiet place now, quieter than you expected. Soft lights illuminate the private room where you are, and silence fills everything except for the gentle beeping of the monitor that follows the rhythm of your heart and the soft breathing of your baby in the crib beside you.

You’ve just given birth to your son, the little one who changed your world in an instant, with a cry full of life. You feel exhausted, tired, but happier than you ever thought possible. Your eyes close, but a soft noise near you makes you wake up.

There, standing next to the bed, is him. Sensei Wolf. Although his usual intense gaze makes you feel small, today it’s full of tenderness and admiration, as if you couldn’t be more perfect in his eyes. The light softens the features of his face, and you can’t help but feel your heart race seeing him.

He looks at you, his eyes shifting between you and the baby in the crib. His hands, which are strong and firm in his dojo, now seem gentle and cautious as they reach toward the baby.

“Thank you... for giving us this gift,” he murmurs, his deep voice full of emotion, something you’ve never heard before, something pure. He looks at you, as if searching for a word, an answer from you, and in that moment, you feel your heart melt a little more.

You feel his hand, so sure, take yours, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It’s a soft gesture, but it carries the weight of all the gratitude he doesn’t know how to put into words. His finger gently traces the part of your hand that is free, and for a moment, the world stops around you.

“I promised you, remember?” he whispers, leaning toward you. “I told you I’d never let you feel alone. Now, I can’t stop looking at you, or loving you more.”

You’re surprised by the intensity in his voice, yet you can’t doubt his sincerity. You smile at him, though you can’t help but feel a little shy in the face of his gaze, the way he’s always loved you—always so direct, but now, he seems softer, more human, as if he couldn’t help but show you how vulnerable he is by your side.

The baby in the crib moves, and he immediately approaches, as if he’s forgotten everything else. His large, strong fingers gently slip to take the baby, and your heart races even more as you see him hold him, as if he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

“Our son,” he murmurs, a rare and genuine smile forming on his lips. And you, seeing your baby in his arms, feel the love well up inside you, a love so deep and overwhelming it burns within you.

“You’re such a momma’s boy,” he jokes, laughing softly, but in his eyes there’s a tenderness you’ve never seen before. “He’s going to adore you more than me. See that? He’s already choosing you.”

The baby turns his head and makes a soft sound, as if recognizing his voice, and that makes you smile, even though the baby doesn’t have the capacity to understand what’s happening. But you know. You know that, no matter what happens in the future, his love for you, for him, for both of you, is something that will be unbreakable.

“I love you,” Wolf murmurs, his gaze fixed on you, still holding the baby in his arms. “And I thank you for every second you share with me.”

You shift slightly on the bed, letting the pillow settle behind you as you look at him, the intensity of his words wrapping around you like an embrace. You can’t help but feel completely immersed in the love he offers you, that love that feels so eternal.

He sits beside you, with the baby in his arms, and you snuggle against his chest, the feeling of being together, as a family, filling you with warmth. His arms wrap around you, and although you’re exhausted, you’ve never felt more alive.

The baby falls asleep in his arms, and the room remains in a peaceful silence, only interrupted by the soft whisper of his breathing. Wolf looks at you, and in his eyes, you can see what he could never say with words: he loves you more than you ever thought possible, and now, with his son in his arms, everything seems perfect.

“The best thing that ever happened to me,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

[crimsonbubble]

Can you please write another fluff where Miguel and his girlfriend shyreader are making out?

cw. suggestive, afab!reader, vague grinding *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[soft miggy with his shy gf >///<] lost the original plot bc im tired 😓😓

"you've been staring for a while, mami. everything alright?"

of course, he'd notice, even without having to turn around in his home office chair. with his heightened senses, he can smell it, smell you; the combination of the arousal that makes a mess in your panties and the lingering traces of your perfume; it all clouds his head.

he spins in his chair, adjusting his hips as he watches how you sputter over your words. he pats his thigh, holding out a hand for you to take. you saunter over to him, placing your hand in his. Miguel tugs you down into him, letting you straddle him. a steady heat settles on your face as you settled your hips against his.

"c'mon mami, what's with the staring? did you need something?" his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips. you hide your face in the crook of his neck, refusing to voice what you want.

"tell me what you want mama, I know you can."

[ihaznoclue]

Bayverse Leo, Raph, Donnie (separated) x platonic shyreader ? Like he follows her and her amazing military boyfriend around when they’re on a date just to make sure they’re safe

Pairings -> Leonardo/Leo, Raphael/Raph, Donatello/Donnie x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings -> None

Note -> They just follow you and your boyfriend around while on a date to make sure you and your boyfriend is safe

Genre -> Fluff

LEONARDO

Leo's always the responsible one

Hes the one to look out and take his leadership duties seriously

When when he find out you and your boyfriend is going out on a date late evening

He couldn't help but worry a little, he knows how anxious you could get

But even though he knows you boyfriend is strong and capable he couldn't help but shake off the feeling that he might need someone look out for you and well sure your boyfriend as well

You told him that you and your boyfriend was just going out to a quiet park, just hanging out

Leo secretly tagged along as he was well hidden in the shadows

He didn't mean to be like this but he couldn't help it

He needed to make sure nothing happens and ruins this for you

Even the foot clan crimes that has been spiking up recently

Leo kept his distance making sure no one could see him

He knew you boyfriend helped you with your shy and anxiety

He knew that but he still didn't really trust anyone that comes near you but maybe he's just overthinking

He could see your bright smile as you laugh along with your boyfriend

You were having a good time so that made him happy to see that

Leo decided it was time to head back to the lair and let you two be

RAPHAEL

Raph wasn't the type to openly show his concern

But when he saw how shy and reserved you were, his protective side came out

Especially when you started dating someone who was in the military

Raph knew your boyfriend could handle a fight but that didn't mean he trusted him completely

So Raph decided to keep a look out when you and your boyfriend went out walking trhought he street of New York City

Raph was lurking from the roof tops

Raph made sure to not be seen while following you and your boyfriend

It was cold and windy as you seemed to forget your jacket as he saw you shiver a bit

Then he saw how fidgety you became as you looked down on the ground

Raph then watch how your boyfriend already knew as he covered your shoulders with his black jacket

Raph then saw how you smiled at your boyfriend

Raph relaxed a bit as he saw this

Maybe your boyfriend wasn't bad after all

By the time it was midnight you and boyfriend decided to go back

Raph decided it was time for him to go back to the lair as well

He knew you were going to be safe

DONATELLO

Donnie wasn't a huge fan of risks, he has seen many crimes happening in New York and wanted to make sure you and your boyfriend were okay

He knew how shy you can get as well as struggling with social anxiety

He couldn't help but worry for your well-being

Of course we all know he has everyone location on as well heart rate monitors

So Donnie followed making sure to see you were safe

He noticed your heart rate was staying normal which was a good sign

He saw how cheerful you were with your boyfriend which softened Donnie

It was around 9pm at night where you and your boyfriend walked around the street to a skate park

Donnie remembered that you told him that this was the place you and your boyfriend met each other after he got out the military

Donnie lurked around not trying to creepy at all as he noticed how relaxed you were with your boyfriend as you leaned onto his shoulder

Now it was 11pm, Your boyfriend walked you home as you both said your goodbyes

Donnie now slipped away as he went back to the lair knowing you were okay and safe

-A<3

[exhaslo]

Hello exhaslo! I was wondering if you could write something for me🥺

I had this idea in my head for a while. ( Don't mind my English, it's my second language-) Soo can you write about Psycho Miguelx shyreader? I want to see miguel stalk reader, obsessed over reader, steal her clothes or panties for "whatever" purpose.. watching her sleep like a psycho- you know-

Until one point he kidnap and locked her up. Torture her but he still love her like a crazy obsession (dark scene maybe). He would try to be good to her (like try to bath and feed her) but she's just doesn't cooperate and miguel piss off easily.

If you do write it pls tag mee? This is my first ever request in thumbler. (I don't know how this app works) 🕴️

Hello! Hello!! Gotta love me some crazy Miguel. I'd feel like after a while a shy reader would give into the psycho bc they'd be too scared to escape. Maybe like Stockholm Syndrome?

I believe you will already receive a notification since I'm replying to your request, not quite sure how it works either, haha.

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, stalking, kidnapping, p in v, Stockholm syndrome, abuse, will try and make this as not concerning as possible, but if you remotely are not comfortable with any of these topics then I highly suggest avoiding

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Spiderman is a hero! Spiderman does nothing wrong! Spiderman will help the citizens of Nueva York! Spiderman! Spiderman! Spiderman!

"Silence." Miguel hissed lowly.

It was a quiet night aside from the constant voices that reminded Miguel of his responsibility. The annoyance that he had to burden himself with and live to those standards. So many people treated him like a God. Everyone worshiped him, but none of them were willing to give him what he wanted.

At least, until you came along.

Miguel sat against a building, watching you leave work. It was only a short while ago that you started to work for Alchemax. You were a ray of sunshine in Miguel's life. He had to have you for himself. A beautiful, shy angel who just moved into the city.

His angel.

Miguel had already approached you at work, revealing to be the kind coworker to help you with anything. He wanted to start off well, at least the side that he was going to show you. Afterwards, he was going to find out everything about you as Spiderman.

"She lives so close to me," Miguel whispered, watching you enter a building.

His eyes sparkled as he followed your sweet scent up the floors. Once you stopped and entered your apartment, Miguel nearly groaned at the sight. He watched from the window as you stripped and prepared for a shower. Such a clueless beauty.

"She left her window unlocked for me," He whispered, entering your apartment.

You were humming quietly to yourself as you showered. Such a soft and low voice that should only be for him. Miguel would listen to you forever, but he didn't want you to catch onto him, yet. Grabbing your panties, Miguel inhaled towards you scent, groaning lowly.

"H-H-Hello?! I-Is...Is anyone there?!" You squeaked, turning the water off.

Miguel cussed to himself, quickly fleeing the scene. He stuffed your panties in his pocket and watched as you hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel and a bottle of shampoo. How cute. Like that was going to stop him.

"P-Please...I-If anyone is...is there...I-I don't have anything." You cried, shaking in fear.

Miguel resisted a chuckle. You had everything. You were everything. Miguel was going to have you for himself. He just needed to wait for the right time.

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"I-It was so scary! I-I really thought someone broke in!" You cried your eyes out at work towards Miguel.

"Don't cry, amor (love)." Miguel whispered, wiping your tears away with his thumb. You sniffed, staring at your wonderful coworker,

"S-Sorry...I...I just...I didn't expect this...I'm new to the city...and...and I just..." You felt your lips quiver as you tried to think, "A-Also, my underwear disappeared...m-maybe my apartment is haunted!"

"I'm sure you just misplaced them," Miguel lied knowing full well that your panties were now covered in his cum, "It could be the stress of moving to a large city. It will take some time to...adapt," He whispered, patting your head.

You rubbed your eyes, smiling brightly towards Miguel. He was just a nice coworker and good looking too. You were happy to have gotten close to him during your stay here. Thanking Miguel again for letting you vent, you pecked his cheek before hurrying off to work.

Miguel just smiled wickedly as he watched your scurry off. Those hips of yours just begging to be grabbed by him. Your soft voice just waiting to cry his name out. Miguel needed more of you. He had to have more of you.

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There he was again, outside your window, watching you walk around your place half naked. Oh, how tempting you were. His shy little angel just walking around in nothing but your panties. You were just asking him to go in there and fuck you.

Miguel decided to leave your clothes alone today, for he had something else in plan. He waited for you to fall into a deep slumber before entering the apartment. His eyes sparkled brightly as he saw you clearly in the dark.

"Oh, my lovely (Y/N)," Miguel whispered, stroking your naked body, "I know you must be dreaming of me,"

"Mhm~" You shifted slightly in your sleep.

Miguel hummed quietly as he started to stroke his dick beside your bed. He wanted to touch you, but he was afraid of waking you. Miguel had to be patient. Resisting a moan, Miguel kept pumping his dick to the sight of you sleeping. Oh how he wanted to see you wrapped around him.

"Fuck," Miguel whispered as he cummed over your body.

He sighed softly in relief before cleaning you up. He didn't want you getting anymore scared and locking your windows. Once you were cleaned, Miguel swiped the panties you were wearing and left to finish relieving himself at home.

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"I-I don't know what to...to do. I-I've never been asked out before," You whispered, hiding in Miguel's lab.

It had been another week of your panties going missing and you were officially scared. The last two nights you had stayed at a coworker's place, wanting to sleep easy. This made Miguel angry. He couldn't find you and now someone had the nerve to confess to you?

"M-Miguel? A-Are you okay? I...I can come ba-"

"I'm fine, just haven't slept well these past two nights." He told you. You slowly approached him, stroking the bags under his eyes,

"Oh, Miggy. I'm sorry! I-I've been ranting this whole time while y-you're this tired!" You whined softly. Miguel grabbed your hands, kissing them softly,

"Dios Mio (My god), you make me want to steal you away, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, watching you grow flustered, "Will you let me do that?"

You squeaked, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Honestly, you weren't expecting that from Miguel. Yes, you liked him a lot, but this was straight up flirting. Trying to hide your face from embarrassment, you just smiled, wanting to play along.

"S-Sure," You said sweetly.

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You whimpered lowly as you slowly felt yourself come to your senses. You vaguely recalled what happened before you lost consciousness. It was time for you to clock out and you saw Miguel waiting for you. He offered you a ride and then you knocked out.

Rubbing your eyes, you looked around and noticed that you were in an unfamiliar bedroom. Tears started to form as your heart raced in fear. Even your clothes were changed. You were wearing a long night gown.

"M-Miguel...A-Are you there?" You cried softly.

Crawling off the bed, you gasped as you felt something tied to your foot. You whimpered, spotting the cozy chains that held your ankles in place with a long chain connected to the bed.

"(Y/N), you're awake." Miguel hummed as he entered the room with a tray of food, "I brought you dinner."

"M-Miguel...I-I'm scared..."

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I know, but it's all going to be okay now. You did give me permission to take you away after all." He said with a sadistic smirk. You trembled slightly,

"I-I thought...y-you were just...just flirting..." You tried your best not to cry, "M-Miggy, p-please...I'm scared."

"I'm going to take good care of you, (Y/N)"

Miguel placed the tray to the side and crawled onto the bed. He pulled you closer to him and captured your lips into a forceful and deep kiss. You were shaking as you tried to push him away, but he was too strong for you.

You whimpered as Miguel's tongue ravished the inside of your mouth. His hands holding your wrists in place as his body pinned you to the bed. You were terrified. The man you thought who cared for you was a psychopath.

"You taste just as sweet as your panties," Miguel whispered, pulling you onto his lap and grabbed the tray.

"W-Wait...y-you took...h-how?"

"Ah, since you're going to be my wife, I suppose you should know. I'm Spiderman. I've been watching you, making sure no harm came to my beautiful wife,"

"H-Huh!?"

Your face turned bright red at the thought. This whole time it was Miguel who snuck into your place and stole your underwear. Now, he had stolen you. Trying to free yourself, you whimpered as Miguel forced you back into his lap. You cried, feeling his bulge press into your ass.

"Don't cry, eat. You need your energy."

"N-No! I want...I want to go home!"

"You are home!" Miguel yelled.

Sighing heavily, Miguel watched as you shook in fear and covered your ears. He moved the tray away and turned you around to face him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head in the crook of your neck. You were crying. Shaking in his arms.

"I won't ever hurt you, (Y/N). I promise to take care of you." He whispered.

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It had been a week since you were held hostage by Miguel. Each day he brought more of your stuff to his place, wanting you to feel comfortable. You couldn't forgive him though, but you were too scared to disobey him.

You poked your head out of your room, spotting the front door open. Miguel had placed an ankle bracelet on you, but that couldn't stop you from trying to escape and getting someone to break the device. You just needed to be fast.

Hurrying towards the door, you yelped as you got yanked back. You cried as webs locked your arms behind your back. Miguel approached you, bending you over the living room table,

"Oh, (Y/N), why are you trying to leave?" He asked, pretending to sound hurt.

"M-Miguel...I...I..." You knew better than to lie.

"I'm going to have to give you a punishment."

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt Miguel tear your panties off. You begged him to forgive you, but Miguel had already started to grope your ass. You trembled and whimpered as you felt his fingers rub your folds.

"I know you love me, (Y/N), you're just confused right now." Miguel whispered in your ear as he started to pump his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped and whimpered, trying to distract your brain. Miguel's thick fingers were stretching your pussy out, making your body grow hotter with each pump. You cried out a moan as his fingers curled and rubbed your gummy walls.

"See, look how wet you are. Just stop trying to lie to yourself."

"M-Miguel," You whimpered, your face pressed against the table, "I-I'm scared."

"Shh, you'll feel so much better after this. Honestly, it isn't even a punishment, baby."

Miguel chuckled darkly as he pumped his fingers faster into you. Your juices spilling against his fingers and onto the table. You cried, arching you back as you cam against his fingers. Miguel hummed to the sound of your moans and your throbbing pussy.

"Good girl,"

You panted heavily, shaking from your high. You yelped as you felt Miguel grab your hips and something thick poke your hole. You tried to raise your head, but Miguel pushed you back down. He lifted your hips and shoved his dick inside you.

"Ah! M-Miguel! S-Stop!" You cried, taken back from the pain.

Miguel slapped your ass as he pounded your poor cunt. Groans and moans escaped his throat as he finally enjoyed the feeling of his dick inside you. Your tight gummy walls sucking him in so much. The sounds of your bodies slapping against each other. Everything about his moment made him horny.

"Fuck, (Y/N), I've been waiting for this. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy just loves my dick. You're doing so good." He rambled, slapping his hips into yours harsher.

"A-Ah~ M-Mig~ W-Wait...I-I'm d-dizzy~" You moaned out.

"You're doing so well, baby. Just relax for me,"

You whimpered lowly as you felt your mind grow hazy. His dick was thrusting so deep inside you that you swore his tip kissed your cervix. Your body shook and trembled as it grew hotter. Another knot forming as you felt the pain turn into pleasure.

"Mhm~ M-Miggy~" You cried out, feeling your orgasm approaching.

You wanted to hate this. You wanted to, but you couldn't deny that deep down before he kidnaped you, you wanted this. Before Miguel showed his true colors, you liked him a lot. You weren't sure if it was your past emotions and feelings, but you were giving into him.

"Good girl, such a fucking good girl," Miguel groaned as you cam against his dick, "See? Already used to me."

Miguel inhaled to the sound of your moans and sobs. He grunted as he slapped his dick deeper into you, filling your womb. He let out a sigh of relief before removing the webbing from your hands. He flipped you over, enjoying your fucked out expression.

"I'm not done with you, baby. I'm going to show you how much I love you."

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It had been a year since Miguel kidnapped you. You weren't sure when, but eventually you gave in to him. Miguel was only trying to protect you after all. You were just being unreasonable. He loved you so much and you finally shared that love.

"M-Miguel, W-Welcome home...I...I made you dinner." You whispered shyly, gripping the bottom of your new night gown he bought you.

"(Y/N), how was my beautiful wife today?" Miguel hummed, taking off his mask and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist,

"I missed you," You whispered, kissing him sweetly, "Miggy, can you stay home tomorrow? I...I'm a little lonely."

"Of course. I know just how to spend the day tomorrow."

Miguel smirked as you cheered, hugging him. He stole your lips in a passionate kiss, enjoying your submissiveness. It took some time, but he was glad that you finally saw what he was trying to do. Miguel knew that you loved him.

You were just too shy to admit it yet.

"Why don't we start tomorrow's plan now?"

You squeaked, covering your face as Miguel tore your panties again. Miguel chuckled lowly as he spent no time abusing your cunt with his dick. He was going to make sure that you weren't lonely anymore. What better way than to impregnate you?

"C'mon baby, tell me what you want." Miguel hummed as he slapped his hips into yours.

"Y-You! M-Miguel, I want you!!"

"That's right. You're mine."

And Miguel was never going to let you go.

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Haha, kind of got a little worried with how dark I was going to make this. I hope this met your expectations!!

[bunniekittiee]

Ignore this if you want but please a MK1 Tomas Vrbada x girlfriend Shy!Reader who’s a Earthrealmer and she’s friends with the earthrealmer gang (Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny , Kenshi) and part of Liu Kangs recruits? Like I can’t stop thinking about Tomas being a dad of a newborn twin sons who’s immediately mama boys, thanking shyreader while holding their sons for the first time, Tomas just deeply in love with her even tho they’re already dating

I am sleepy writing this so ignore the errors and how it’s kinda poorly written. I tried my best woooo

Tomas x Fem. Reader

Tomas first laid eyes on her when he and his brothers were visiting Liu Kang for a new mission and instructions. She was talking to Kenshi and Johnny and made eye contact with Tomas briefly before turning back to her conversation.

He wanted to know her more. He wanted to talk to her.

But he could not as he was required to accompany his brothers on a mission. One that determined the fate of the Lin Kuei and the brothers. Bi-Han had backstabbed the brothers while attempting to find out what Shang Tsung was up to. When they came back to the Wu Shi Academy, Liu Kang was disappointed in Bi-Han’s actions. How he was so easily convinced by Shang Tsung and his empty promises. He thought it would have turned out differently than in previous timelines.

Tomas was devastated, along with Kuai Liang. But they had to continue their lives and replace the Lin Kuei since Bi-Han had retracted the clan of being Earthrealm’s protectors. Creating a new clan with almost no recruits was difficult. It was only four of them: Tomas, Kuai Liang, Harumi, and Hanzo. The Grandmasters had hoped to build the Shirai Ryu somehow with more people, but it had its difficulties.

Smoke sees her again when Liu Kang invites them to Madame Bo’s. She is sitting between Raiden and Johnny, laughing and smiling at their banter. Tomas sat across from her, his gray eyes often shifting to look at her. She was gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. He could not help his heart swelling in his chest.

But after the betrayal, he had some hardships with trust. Trusting others. He was afraid they would backstab him just as Bi-Han did, and their true character would be exposed. A snake. Just like Sub-Zero.

He continued stealing glances at her until they locked eyes. She smiled shyly at Tomas and shifted in her seat out of nervousness. He smiled back at her. Kuai Liang noticed this and looked at her, and then Johnny was giving her a suggestive look which made her more embarrassed. It wasn’t until Raiden was side eyeing her that she excused herself to the restroom to combat the horrible redness that invaded her cheeks and her sweating.

She was very shy even among her friends who she had grown close to. Anytime eyes were laid on her, she blushed and sweat out of nervousness. She averted her gaze and sometimes it would get so bad she felt like she was suffocating.

Liu Kang told her she may have social anxiety but she just reasoned and said it was shyness. She was not used to being around so many people. Sometimes it could be very draining.

Tomas got up from the table as well to follow her and make sure she was okay. Plus, you never know what could happen in the bathroom. He waited for her patiently to come out and when she did, she accidentally ran into him.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” She stammered as she pulled away from Tomas.

Tomas smiled sweetly. “Do not apologize. I came to make sure you were okay. Are you feeling well?”

She blushed again. “I’m okay, I just get like this. It’s nothing to be worried about. Thank you, Tomas.”

Hearing his name from her lips made him feral on the inside. His heart was beating fast and that damned smile got wider on his face. “Of course. Shall we go back?”

He held out his arm which she linked hers within his. It was a small yet powerful gesture. One that would change their lives.

Liu Kang’s recruits, Kuai Liang and Harumi, as well as Liu Kang himself eyed the two as they walked back to the table. Liu Kang smiled to himself. Just like in every other timeline, they had found each other once again. That made him feel accomplished. After everything that went wrong within his timeline, he could at least relish in what he did good.

She tried her best to ignore their gazes but she felt the blush on her cheeks redden more. Tomas only smiled at them as they sat down in their seats.

Before the night ended, she and Tomas took a quiet walk where they talked more. She seemed much more comfortable when there wasn’t a lot of people around staring. She laughed more, she smiled more, she was comfortable with him. That made him excited. Excited for his potential future with her.

“I hope to do this again with you.” He said as they walked slowly. “You really are wonderful.”

As if she could not blush any more, her cheeks darkened and she bashfully looked down. “I hope so too, Tomas. I really like talking to you and being around you.”

This was the nicest thing he had heard from someone else other than Kuai Liang. He was used to insults from Bi-Han, some stinging more than others, but her praises made his heart swell more. He felt the fluttering in his chest.

He walked her to her home that night, and after she said goodbye, she kissed him on the cheek. As shy as she was, she made the first move. He grinned as she waved goodbye as soon as she reached the front door and entered her home.

When Smoke wasn’t busy, he visited her. He brought her flowers, gifts, and took her out to dinner often. He invited her for dinner at the Shirai Ryu temple. She also invited him to dinner at her home which Tomas enjoyed as he got a break from the temple. Not that he minded, but being with her in her home was comforting. Her tortoiseshell cat adored Tomas and was very friendly to him. If he was having a bad day, he knew to go to her house to cheer up.

After some time of the puppy love, Tomas asked her the question.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her one night as they stared up at the stars.

She was quiet at first which did not ease his beating heart, but she spoke eventually. “Yes, of course I will be. You make me very happy, Tomas, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He let out the breath he was holding and intertwined his hand with hers. “As I do too, Y/N. You are my whole world.” They continued to gaze at the stars before he gently grabbed her face and kissed her. It was like fireworks exploded in her chest.

The couple were inseparable as Tomas took her everywhere he went. Besides missions, of course. Eventually, she moved in with Tomas at the temple where Kuai Liang gladly accepted her. He was joyous to see that Tomas had found someone who loved him very much. The Czech man needed that in his life after being shunned for most of it.

Marriage came quick, but that was because of how deeply in love they were. She and Tomas were very certain that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. There was no doubt about it. She was the light in his world, and after many years of trying to be loved and accepted, he was absolutely loved by her. She adored him. Her eyes were so full of love when she looked at him. The same went for Tomas.

Tomas was very patient with her as he did not want to make her uncomfortable, especially when it came to not doing things she wanted to do. When they first made love, Tomas was nervous due to not wanting to hurt her. He knew that it would be painful, and he hated to see her in pain. Although a few tears slipped down her face, he kissed her so gently and caressed her body to distract her. He was as gentle as he could be. He waited without any hesitation and went as slow as possible for her.

Their first time together was memorable. She was a virgin, unknown to any touch, and Tomas was happy to be her first. Not in a weird possessive way, just happy that he was able to give her the first time that she deserved.

Her pregnancy did not come right away, in fact, it took some time before she got pregnant. Tomas had always offered to wear a condom, but she insisted on him not wearing one. Almost every night, he spilled his seed deep inside her, and she didn’t waste a drop. She knew that she was ready to be a mother. She was waiting for the day that it came. Tomas was so loving and sweet to her, how could she not want to bear his children?

Gagging and throwing up into the toilet, Tomas gently held her hair back as he watched her throw up. He was worried for her. He thought maybe she was ill, so he took her to the Shirai Ryu med bay. He explained the situation before they took her away to ask more questions. He was allowed to follow her as he was the Grandmaster.

“When was the first day of your last period?” The nurse asked her as she took her blood pressure.

“Uh, I think it was July 11th.” She responded in a daze.

The nurse looked up at her. “It’s October 16th. We need to run tests on you.”

The testing ensued as Tomas held her hand. He had hoped she was okay, but part of him also hoped she was pregnant. She had to have been. With her morning sickness and her emotions, it had to have been it. But he wasn’t a doctor, so he did not know.

After more testing, they eventually agreed to do an ultrasound. That would give them an answer straight away. As she was prepped and the jelly was put on her stomach, Tomas gave her a reassuring smile as they both watched the screen.

“Congratulations!” The doctor said as he watched as well. “You are having… oh my…”

She and Tomas both looked at the doctor worriedly. “What is it?”

“You are having twins.”

They were baffled, but as soon as they were finished with a few more checkups and advice for the pregnancy, Tomas picked her up and spun her around. “I cannot believe it! We are having twins!” He gave her a big kiss on her cheek as she smiled and blushed. “I cannot wait. We must tell Kuai Liang and Harumi soon!”

They decided to wait a little bit to tell Liang and Harumi as they wanted to know the genders before telling them. Tomas was so excited. So excited that he was planning the nursery with her and envisioning his life in the future. With twins, whether it was two girls, two boys, or a girl and a boy, Tomas did not care. He was just overjoyed to have babies on the way with the loveliest women in all the realms.

After one of their important appointments, they finally found out they were having twin boys. Tomas could not stop kissing her after finding out this important information as he felt his heart swell up more. He loved her so much. It made him want to cry.

She had hidden her pregnancy away from Kuai and Harumi with oversized clothing, but now it was time to break the news to them. Eating dinner together, Tomas grabbed her hand and interlocked it as he cleared his throat.

“We have something to tell you.” Tomas said as he smiled wide. Kuai Liang looked up and Harumi’s eyes were wide.

“We have twin boys on the way.” Tomas’ wife said quietly as she felt herself getting shy.

Kuai Liang’s mouth was slightly agape as Harumi grinned and clapped. “Oh my Gods! Congratulations!”

“Twin boys,” Kuai said in almost awe. “How wonderful that is. We are so happy for you both.” He quirked a smile as well. Tomas chuckled as he gently rubbed his thumb along his wife’s hand. This was the family he had always wanted. Although Bi-Han was not here to join them, he was happy that he had Kuai and Harumi still, along with his wife.

The rest of the pregnancy went by quickly as Y/N’s bump got bigger and it was beginning to become difficult to do much. Her bump was large and weighed on her back heavily. Tomas did everything he could to alleviate her pregnancy discomfort, but she was absolutely ready to pop these boys out of her. As the day of labor approached, her anxieties increased but she was excited. She did not know how childbirth would be, but she hoped that it went smoothly.

Childbirth did not ever go so smoothly, especially with twins. Her contractions were extremely painful despite how much Tomas rubbed her back or tried comforting her. They wracked her body as she moved into different positions in order to alleviate the discomfort.

The doctors and nurses continued checking her dilation until she was ready to give birth. Which eventually came, making many medical professionals run into the room to help her deliver. She gripped Tomas’ hand hard as she gritted her teeth to begin pushing. It was overwhelmingly painful, and she let out grunts and groans of pain. Tomas felt bad while watching her give birth. She was sweating and she looked faint. But she was still the more beautiful woman in the world to him. He supported her and told her how proud he was of her and how good she was doing. She panted, but she flashed a small, nervous smile at Tomas who returned it back.

The first boy came out crying as the nurses began to wipe him down and lay him on her chest. She cried as she held the first twin close to her while Tomas shed tears of his own. He was so happy, so proud. The second twin came out not long after and was placed on the other side of her chest while doctors began to clean up and also allowed Tomas to cut the umbilical cords. They rested on her chest after being wrapped up and fed from her as everyone began to clear out from the room which left her, Tomas, and their babies.

“They are so beautiful.” Tomas said as his eyes shed more tears.

She smiled at him with her eyes full of her own tears. “They are. I love them so much. I love you, Tomas.”

“I love you more, my wisp.”

After they had fed and were sleeping peacefully, Tomas held both of his sons to his chest. “I will forever protect you all. You are my life.” He looked at his tired wife he was beginning to doze off. “And thank you so much for the life you have given me. Since the day I met you, I have loved you. Thank you for being so kind to me, and thank you for mothering our sons.”

She felt another flood of emotions as tears fell down her face. Tomas gently wiped them away with a free hand. “Thank you, my love. The same goes for you. I do not know what I would do without you or our sons. I love you all.”

He kissed her before she fell asleep completely. His sons curled close to him as he admired them. They were a mix between Tomas and Y/N.

They were now his life. His family. He had a family of his own now. He could make things right again. And not make the same mistakes as he did when he was a child.

[thefandomdirtymind]

Please a OPLA Sanji x fem shyreader magic user? The crew caught them making out ☺️☺️

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hello Anon ! Thank you for your request, I admit it gave me some kind of problem since I'm the exact opposite of shy, but I had fun trying to wonder how it look like and how Sanji would succeed to make himself understand without scaring the reader. I hope you will like it !

The Magic of a Kiss

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

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From as far as you could remember, you're always been able to make the object around you levited . A power who had created a lot of fun games and yes, a few childish misfits. But, it was your family heritage and you couldn’t be more proud to have inherited it. 

Based in a small village near the water, populated mostly by other magical folks, your family had a small shop you never truly learned to love. Your interest was more in the water and the many ships sailing on it. It's why one day, after a heated argument about your lack of implication in the family business, you decide to leave for the city.  

Shy by nature, you weren't the kind to show off, even if as a magic user, your power would have opened many doors ordinary people couldn’t even dream of reaching. But, after a few disastrous interactions, when even meeting the gaze of the Captain was above your force. You finally meet Luffy and his straw hat crew. 

Their warm approach toward you and your power made you quickly feel more comfortable. But, as they tried to get to know you more, you could stop yourself from feeling nervous to open up and bore them. You usually end up silently smiling,fidgeting your fingers, listening to their fantastique adventure and executing the heavy duty since gravity isn't a problem for you. As the time passes, they all accept your shyness, still including you in their conversation and other activities. 

Sanji was by far your favorite member of the crew, to not say you had a pretty hard crush on him. Things who’s even more complicated the task to answer him as he asks you the simplest question or tries to make you happy by cooking your favorite dishes. Of course, the blond chef would never make fun of your betterave red cheeks and often stutter, but he couldn’t help himself to flirt with you. He never had seen something more cute than your reaction as you enjoy his food and he had to admit that nothing makes him more proud than the way you look at him when you thought nobody saw you. 

It’s why one evening, as you were helping Usopp to repair the mainmast, effortlessly sending him the multiple parts of wood he needed. Sanji took place at your side, lighting a cigarette nonchalantly.

“ It amazes me each time watching you use your talent Madam“ He confessed, watching absently the plank of wood gaining altitude. “ Isn’t it exhausting to keep control of the object ?” 

“ No…I just think of it and…then they float…” You replied, already feeling the tips of your ears warming.You would for nothing share with anyone, the humiliated time it takes you to learn how to push them in the right direction and stop before reaching your face.  

“ Oh, so you have to think at every separated item to make them fly…But what happens if you aren’t in a situation to think, like say overwhelmed ? “ His tone, serious, but clearly flirting. Even if you could feel a trap, you couldn’t think of a single time when you could become so self absorbed that you couldn’t even think. “ Like let's say we kiss, will all the objects of the room start to levitate or just our heart ? “ 

The loud “ BAM “ of the plank slamming against the lower desk makes you jump, you face bright red. Up in the air, Usopp asked what happened, worried that something had occurred to you. It push as well Zoro and Nami out of the own preoccupation, concern if it was a normal noise of a sign of a near danger.With the warrant on Luffy head, your Captain who’s right now was snoring somewhere, they didn’t take any  chance.  

“ Sanji ! Don’t tease me like that…please ! “ You plead, your gaze fixed on the floor, embarrassment clearly making you want to disappear on the floor.  

“ I’m not teasing, I’m truly curious to know…We should try one day” He proposed, a smile playing on his lips as he finished his smoke before heading back to the kitchen “ I make your favorite breakfast tomorrow don’t miss it please”

That conversation spined in your head for at least a few weeks before you accept the meaning of it. Sanji had in his smooth way, confessed his affection for you and waited for you to be ready to do the same. Meantime, he didn’t push you further more, dosing his usual flirt and neither talked about it in front of the others, knowing clearly how you would be mortified. 

Until that day. 

The crew had stopped the ship alongside an island reminding you of pictures of jungle you often saw in exploration books. Each taking a different path to explore the village and his surrendering, you quickly become bored and decide to come back to the ship, certain that you were alone aboard. 

It was why the sound of metal brushing against what seemed to be the same component took you by surprise. Making your way to the kitchen, you discover Sanji, already busy cracking eggs in a bowl. Lifting his head, he smiled as he discarded the empty shell. 

“ Already back ? Are you hungry? I am planning to make an omelet for dinner, but i’m not sure if the other will be back so I will make small ones. “ 

Nodding slowly, watching nervously around you, you decided that if you had to respond to his previous invitation it was now or never. 

“ Sanji I…I...You remember that…you know that conversation...about...my talent and...Kiss…” You succeed to say, your hand sweating against your pants.

“ Yes, I remember” He replied, careful to not scare you away.

“ I would like to try…” You finally quickly confessed, your whole body burning like if you had a fever.

Washing his hand with the rag hanging on his shoulder, Sanji gently smiles contouring the kitchen island to place himself in front of you. Putting delicately your chin between his thumbs and his index, he lowered his head trying to meet your evasive gaze. 

“ I would like to see your pretty eyes Madam before kissing you “ He demanded, as you nervously turned your gaze to meet him. “ Much better” He smiled. 

His lips meet yours with tenderness, as his other hand makes himself a home on your hip. Slowly, you closed your eyes, making yourself melt in the multiples sensation of his soft mouth against yours, followed after a certain time by the teasing of his teeth nibbling your bottom lips. Your tongue quickly follows his invitation, brushing against each other, as you hand find their way to his broad shoulder. 

Inclining your head slightly higher to accommodate your difference of height, you instantly reach again for his lips, not wanting to let him go yet. 

Lost in the moment, you didn’t hear the rest of the crew come back, dinner being an abstract place in time way ahead of the feeling of Sanji against you. 

“ WOAH Y/N you can make people levitate now, that’s so cool ! “ You heard Luffy exclaim as Nami, knowing how embarrassed you should be, tried to drag him out. 

Feeling the floor meet your feet, as the cacophony of gravity regain his control of every none fixed item in the room, you promptly separated yourself of Sanji, who’s for once, was as much blushing as you do. 

“ I guess that means dinner isn't ready, “ Zoro said, unmoved by what he just saw, already taking his place at the table alongside Luffy. 

“ Guys we should maybe go eat somewhere else “ Nami tried, eyeing you hoping that it wouldn't push you to close up yourself more. 

“ No need Nami,  dinner almost ready just, give me just a minute “ Sanji protest regaining his composure before clearing his throat, whispering gently to you “ Now since we know that you make float everything around you and everyone you kiss…please Darling, let me be the only one to fly with you” 

Blushing even more, you couldn't resist laughing in front of the embarrassing but joyful event.

“ I swear “ You promised, already excited for the next time.

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

Hello. Here are my recommendations if you are still looking for fics:

@teacupsandtopgun

Tyler:

Wranglin' the Owenses series

@beyondthesefourwalls

Jake:

Cowboy Resolutions

@roosterforme

Jake:

Mr. Right Now series

@bloatedandalone04

Tyler:

Under the Tree

Dirty Little Secret

To The One I Love | Tyler Owens Series

More Than Anything

Jake:

Don’t Ever Leave My Side

Just Us Three

Love Drug

French Kisses

Tell Me What’s My Flavor

You Fall in Love More than Once

@geminiwritten

Jake:

from friends to forever

at first sight

domestic fantasy

Tyler:

photos

@seresinhangmanjake

Jake:

jake helps his drunk girlfriend

he doesn't

Alive

Signed Away (Arranged Marriage AU)

Oh, Baby Universe

Daddy Knows Best (part of Oh, Baby Universe, but especially cute)

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts

A First and a Second

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot

Rather Be With You

Tyler:

About Time

Different is Better

@a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

Jake:

At Long Last

Too Much

No Words (Extended Edition)

I'll Be Home For Christmas

In Your Time of Need

Somewhere Out There is Somebody Masterlist

@tongue-like-a-razor

Jake:

4k Celebration Drabbles - Perfect

@awaywith-thefaeries

Jake:

The Seresin Family (two parts)

@discount-shades

Jake:

Sleepy Baby

@siempre-bucky

Jake:

Soft Spoken

Park Outings Headcanons

eleven: falling head over heels in love https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/713528435129171969/could-i-request-number-11-from-list-1-with?source=share

Sweet Dreams https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/710281943520083968/sweet-dreams?source=share

take the day https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/701398198451945472/take-the-day?source=share

golden barn lights https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/698575323251474432/golden-barn-lights?source=share

Jake Seresin x Reader https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/693172908345933824/are-you-willing-to-write-a-blurb-with-hangman-and?source=share

kitchen dancing https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/692891013469159424/kitchen-dancing?source=share

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!Reader https://www.tumblr.com/siempre-bucky/691342765743865856/im-obsessed-with-your-writing-and-with-the-way?source=share

@roosterbruiser

Jake:

Sand in the Carpet

Little Cowboy

Atta Boy

I Caught You

Fuck: The Universe

@blue-aconite

Jake:

homecoming

two for one

the offside rule

it was just a kiss

@tip-top-cloud-surfer

Jake:

Left at the Altar series

Wedding Day

I'll Carry You

A Morning Work Out

Beach Day

A Little Tag-a-Long

Gray

@applebutter-and-cinnamon

Jake:

The Night Before

(along with:)

Coming Home

@marvelwitchergilmore

Jake:

Medical Emergency

Tyler:

Tornado Shelter

Sweetheart

Longing Looks to Something More

Calm After the Storm

Happy New Year, Cowboy

Tiny Tornado

Chasing the Calm

Flatbeds and Ice Cream

Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

Courthouse Whirlwind

Adrenaline

@honeyhenry

Jake:

Apple Pie and You and I series

@ddejavvu

Hide and Seek https://www.tumblr.com/ddejavvu/759268874882629632/tyler-owens-and-shy-reader-you-say-who-gets?source=share

Heartbeat https://www.tumblr.com/ddejavvu/759709820753428480/for-tyler-owens-x-shyreader-maybe-its-their?source=share

@sere-sins

Jake:

Stay

(along with:)

Still Here?

@garbinge

Tyler:

Harmony After the Storm

@roanofarcc

Tyler:

You, Bright Blue

@inklore

Tyler:

The Lake is for Lovers

These always make me feel better. Hope you'll enjoy!

You are a SAINT! 🥹 I actually got so teary when I saw how extensive the list was.

Thank you thank you SO MUCH!!! I appreciate it to the moon and back. ♥️

[sturnioz]

what would fratboychris do if him and shyreader were hanging out and she got her period and it stained his bed sheets when they were watching a movie

being such a man, chris wouldn’t understand how the fuck this happened. like he knows you wear pads/tampons (whatever you prefer), but he doesn’t understand the heavy flows some can have that make you leak and he’s like ???? what the fuck.

he’s side eyeing you the entire time cos he just washed these sheets like he did his own laundry for a change and this is how he gets repaid ? (kill him).

he would eventually tug you off the bed and shove you into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up while he’s ripping the sheets off the bed in literal (and dramatic) distraught. but then he’s like ? totally fine ? in the matter of seconds and he’s back on his bed with his new sheets just waiting for you to get back like ????? why were you so dramatic for ???

[the-autistic-vulcan]

They Called It Puppy Love: Headcanons (Simu!Ken x Shy!Reader)

Request: Hello 💕 I wanna request a Simu!Ken please - Simu!Ken (Barbie) where he's dating a new Barbie shyreader and Barbies & Kens find it adorable that Simu!Ken follows her like a lost puppy and just deeply in love with her, please?

Genre: Fluff

Description: Headcanons for Ken and a timid s/o

a/n: he's so cute <3

Pre-Relationship:

Upon knowing of Ken's existence in Barbieland, there was a definite: He was a damn show-off

And a cute one on top of it - and that did annoy you

You were a lesser know Barbie that was released and, let's say, didn't fly off the shelves

You were pretty happy in your own little corner by the library and you always kept to yourself

Ken noticed you...eventually

It was another perfect day in Barbieland, you were simply walking on the pier near the beach, your eyes down and not making any move to speak to people

Then he saw you, the beachball bounced off of his head in an instant

He found it quite cute that you were doing anything to avoid talking to people, so, he did what he did best - showed off his beach skills

And with enough oomph in his step, you finally looked up and saw

His smile beaming with comfidence

Was that a wink? Hell yeah!

Your face was bright red, your palms sweaty, your breath quickened - *in squidward's voice* OH NO HE'S HOT!

He then approached you after to talk to you

"Hi, hi there, I'm Ken - you know, from beach?"

"Yeah, I know..."

It may have been only a few sentences after and then he asks

"Do you, uh...do you know how to play volleyball?"

"...No, I'm, um, I'm not a Beach Barbie..."

"Huh...can I teach you?"

And the rest is history

In Relationship:

He follows you around

Not in a 'ooo I like here, let me invade her privacy' kind of way

But he follows you like a lost puppy - all bright-eyed, a big smile on his face and not so subtly praising you for the bare minimum

Like, you could be doing the most basic thing like reading and he's just looking at you with heart eyes

Dates usually consist of watching him do beach things like volleyball, surfing and such

But that doesn't mean he won't do anything else

One of your favourite things to do is to simply sit in silence, enjoying the company of someone else

That soon became a mandatory ritual for the both of you

He calls you "baby, love, sweetie, darling", like, all the basic ones

He also is a GOD at respecting boundaries when they're put in place

He is a touchy-feely guy and he likes to hold you in any way he can and any time he can

But if you quietly tell him 'no', he will immediately move away

But if you're craving a little extra touch, he's more than happy to oblige

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