#nick valentine x gn reader

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Nick Valentines x GN reader

Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.

Like always minors don't interact!

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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.

It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.

He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.

Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.

Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.

One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.

"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.

He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.

It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.

The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.

"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.

Who could say bo to that?

Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.

He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.

Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.

If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."

Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.

Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.

Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.

He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.

If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.

He's wearing them the very next day.

If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?

Now though? Might own three different pairs

You bet they match with your pajamas.

If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."

Nick takes bed time very seriously.

He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon

Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it

Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.

That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?

He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.

If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

[harveywritings92]

[Hancock is annoyed that Sole's been spending too time with Nick.]

Piper: Hancock, you shouldn't be jealous of Nick. Remember, it's all about helping Blue.

Hancock: I'm not jealous! I'm envious! Jealousy is when you worry someone will take what you have. Envy is wanting what someone else has. What I feel is envy.

Piper & Maccready:...

[They check a dictionary Hancock uses to level his desk legs.]

Maccready: Wow, he's right.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats. 

“what?” 

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair. 

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?” 

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking. 

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.” 

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.” 

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s. 

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes. 

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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[sednonamoris]

oil on troubled water

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Tensions are high between John and Arthur. Will collaborating on a train robbery bring them closer or tear them farther apart?

Warnings: Even more emotional constipation, strong language, canon-typical violence, gun violence

Word count: 2,828

A/N: Pouring Forth Oil nation rise up - hopefully worth the wait!! Tysm to everyone who enjoys this story 🥰

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There’s a train due through Scarlett Meadows in a few days. Overburdened and underprotected, Mary-Beth insists it’s the perfect target. More than that, John has a plan to rob it. A good plan, one that will force the train to stop with a commandeered oil wagon parked dead over the tracks and allow you to hit it in the dark vulnerability of night .

It’s all he’s been able to talk about for a week.

You just need another man.

“That is… kind of brilliant,” Arthur admits when he hears. He’s fresh back from Strawberry with Micah not far behind. “Uh, for you, I mean,” he quickly amends, maybe remembering that he and John are supposed to be at odds. Tensions have been high since his return. “I think that’s the first time you ever had one of them!”

“Shut up,” John snaps.

But Arthur is on a roll now, that mean, brotherly gleam in his eye. “You might be the first bastard to ever have half his brains eaten by a wolf and end up more intelligent.”

John shoots you a look, one of those see didn’t I tell you he’d be like this glares you’ve been getting since you were kids. Arthur rolls his eyes towards you in much the same can’t he take a joke for once way. It takes everything in you not to groan aloud. You and John are good, now. At least there’s a truce. But the two of them? They’ve been bickering from the moment Arthur swung down from his saddle after nearly two weeks away. You’re lucky they’re being this civil, really.

Doesn’t mean they’re being cooperative.

You fold your arms and sigh. “We doin’ this thing or what?”

They glance over at each other, then you. The payday gleam in their eyes says it all.

—

Arthur volunteers to snag most of the supplies: guns, ammunition, dynamite. He can’t resist adding on that Abigail has asked him to head into town, anyhow, after he takes Jack fishing. Neither of you miss the way John’s jaw clenches. That leaves the oil wagon between you and him. He claims to have a plan for that, too.

“All them wagons come and go from that big oil field near Valentine,” John says. “I reckon between the two of us we can snag one on its way out.”

“Actually,” you say, “I think I can do you one better.”

His brows raise with interest when you explain that one of the drivers, Norris, always pauses his route in town to grab a drink. It’ll be far easier to rush the unattended wagon there than contend with all that security Heartland Oil Co. spends half its fortune hiring. When he asks how you know all this you just shrug.

“Spent a whole week in town, you didn’t think I’d notice a big damn oil wagon parked outside the saloon every other day?”

There’s a jab waiting on the barbed tip of his tongue about the way he heard it, you were sloshed six ways to Sunday the whole time you were there. You tilt your head at him when it never comes. He looks away.

It’s strange, this fragility between you.

“So, when’s he due in next?” he asks.

“Today,” you say, then jerk your head towards the horses. “Ready when you are, Cowboy.”

—

It’s almost laughable how easy it is to nick the wagon. The saloon doors haven’t even stopped swinging after Norris before the two of you scramble into the driver’s seat and urge the team of Shires away. With John sitting shotgun the few ambitious idiots that chase after you are quick to regret it. The sheriff never even manages to mount his horse before you’re halfway out of town, and then you’re good as gone. Blood and brains paint the dirt road leading away from Valentine and toward Old Trail Rise, where John says you’ll be able to stash it.

A mile or so out you drop your masks and slow your pace. It becomes a far more relaxing journey after that. The sky is blue and the clouds are white and the grass that covers the prairieland that slowly gives way to rolling hills is so very green. The breeze fanning your face is warmed by afternoon sun, and being away from camp always has a way of making you feel free. Like you could wheel with the wind or run across the plain or softly sigh through the stony creekbed if you tried.

Beside you, John squints up toward the sky. His face scrunches at the nose, obscuring sunspots and freckles you’ve long since mapped in your mind. His scars pull the skin funny, but his eyes still manage to crinkle. They’re clear and bright in the sunshine and you can’t help but smile at the sight. It’s a secret one, filled with all the things you’re too yellow to say. Filled with the way you’ve memorized the sharp features that relax into fond familiarity when he turns his head back to look at you. Guilt wipes it away and you turn too-fast to the road in front of you. In your peripheral, you can see that the fondness never quite leaves his eyes. You don’t quite know what to make of it.

“Keep left up here,” he says after a moment. “It’s not far past this fork, off the right and into those trees.”

Your mouth is a little dry. “Sure.”

Arthur and Charles are waiting there near the skeleton of an old shack. There’s just enough room beside it for the wagon to pull in out of view. Nearby, Taima grazes untethered beside Moonshine and Old Boy and that big bay paint Arthur’s still riding after Ambarino. He’s calling it ‘Blaze’. Or maybe ‘Ember’? Something to do with fire, because he fancies himself clever after walking away from the Adlers’ burning homestead with a horse in hand.

“Gentleman,” you tip your hat.

Charles nods back, and Arthur puts his hands on his hips. “Took you long enough.”

“Not all of us spent an easy morning fishin’,” you say.

You expect another friendly jab back, but Arthur frowns. “Not so easy,” he says. “Pinkertons found us down by the river.”

Your eyes go wide. “Shit, Arthur! Is Jack alright?”

“Fine,” he says, sparing the briefest glance at the conflict across John’s face. “A little shook up is all. They offered my freedom for Dutch. Said they killed Mac— or left him for dead, it’s all the same.”

“Jesus, are we still sure hittin’ this train is the right thing?”

Charles’ mouth draws into a grim line. “We should think about moving camp.”

“Come on!” John says. “When are we gonna get a sure thing like this on a train anytime soon? Camp can’t move without money.”

Arthur opens his mouth to argue the point further when a rustling in the brush stops the lot of you. Everyone’s hands go to the guns at their belts, but the figure who emerges through the trees is just Sean. He’s sat astride Ennis, crooked smile on his face and hands raised in mock surrender. The horse’s single blue eye is filled with just as much mischief as its owner.

“Don’t tell me now,” he tuts. “You old-timers are rolling over at the first sign of trouble?”

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asks, hackles raised.

It’s mostly directed at Arthur, who frowns up at the menace in question. “Thought I told you not to come along.”

Sean grins. “And I told you this is a young man’s game! The moment your one let slip there was a train in the works I knew you’d be needin’ guns, and mine’s the fastest around. It’s a job for a man in his prime. Youthful vigor, I say, and the lot of yous have run clean out ‘o that.”

John’s face is pinched in annoyance, and Charles rolls his eyes. You fold your arms and sigh.

“Mary-Beth needs to stop hangin’ around you,” Arthur gripes, but he doesn’t refuse him again.

By now you’ve all realized it’s pointless; he’s coming with.

Sean lets out a triumphant laugh when he sees he’s worn everyone down, and then launches into a monologue about being cut out of the action after his absence and finally getting out with the big cheeses to prove his far superior worth.

It’s a long wait until nightfall.

—

Sean never does shut up. Not through a one-sided shooting contest with Arthur or the conversation you try to have with Charles about potential camp locations or the nap John takes, slumped against your shoulder until the light falls. Even on the wagon ride to the tracks it’s incessant. He complains about Karen. He calls everyone old. He pokes at the tension between Arthur and John with all the subtlety of a stick of dynamite. He dubs you Sukky, Angry, Spooky, and Scar-Face, respectively, for refusing to hear one more story about his da.

You’re glad he survived Blackwater and the bounty hunters that caught up with him afterwards, really, but he sometimes he makes it hard to remember why.

Arriving at the tracks is a welcome relief.

Arthur calls out everyone’s moonlit marching orders: Charles will take care of the engineer, you and John will secure the passenger cars and start taking valuables, and Sean will handle the baggage car while Arthur runs point. It all sounds simple enough, so you’re sure something will go wrong, but all there is to do is stick to the plan and try not to get shot.

Once the wagon is in position and the horses are set loose, you fix your bandana to your face and head into the treeline to wait.

Arthur hangs back. When Seans asks what he’s going to do he flashes a grim reaper smile. “I’m gonna make sure she slows.”

“It’s do or die wit’ you, isn’t it?” Sean laughs. “I love it!”

You can feel the same manic laughter bubbling in the back of your throat. John’s eyes are flint sharp and bright. Even Charles isn’t immune to the feeling just before a big job like this; the electric air just before a lightning strike.

The train thunders down the tracks from around the bend. The ground shakes with it. Arthur climbs atop the wagon and stands tall, bandana up and gun at the ready. Tonight’s moon hides behind cloud cover, as though it knows your business and is lending you the shadows. There is only one light to break through the darkness, and it comes from the headlamp of the train. The moment it lights upon Arthur and the oil the brakes scream desperately. The train whistle cries out in alarm. Your heart hammers in your throat as it comes to a halt just a few feet away from him with a shower of sparks and the sound of scraping metal.

The conductor jumps out of the train in outrage.

“What’s going on here? What’s going on?!”

Charles emerges from treeline and shadow to hit him on the back of the head. He drops, dead weight.

Nothing good.

You step up to the passenger car, gun in hand, and smile.

—

Everything goes to plan, to your great joy and surprise.

Until it doesn’t.

Just when you’ve gathered all the valuables you can carry and you’re ready to disembark with the law none the wiser, two riders shine lamplight bright from the treeline.

“Oh, fuck,” Sean says.

“Ah, there’s only two,” Arthur claps his shoulder before settling behind a crate, gun at the ready. “We’re fightin’.”

You’re quick to get into a defensive position with John and Charles, but the whole thing gives you a bad feeling.

The men ride closer, lanterns held up to get a better view of the situation. They tell you to get off the train with your hands in the air.

Arthur tells them to go to hell.

By the time the first shot is fired there are more of them than you bargained for. A lot more.

It’s a hell of a firefight. They come first from the right, then the left, then from behind, until you can’t help but hit one no matter where you fire. Someone went through the trouble of hiring a goddamn army to protect this train. The fact that they only showed up now leaves a bad taste in your mouth. It feels alarmingly like a setup.

“I thought you said there’d be no guards ‘til the state line!” you shout at John over the gunfire.

“There wasn’t s’posed to be!” he shouts back.

You share a brief glance and know that he’s thinking the same thing. He didn’t exactly keep quiet about the job, but why should that matter? Who the hell would’ve talked?

The minute it looks like there’s a window you whistle for the horses and make your break for it, galloping blindly behind Arthur through the countryside. Moonshine grunts with exertion but keeps pace, ever eager. You slip him the reins to fire off a few shots behind you, nailing the handful of lawmen that were able to follow.

Soon there’s only the sound of panting horses and thundering hoofbeats and the creak of saddle leather and Sean’s breathy, wild laughter.

He’s beaming when you finally pull up. “That was fun, real fun! I can see why they call yous the professionals of the outfit.”

“Shut up,” Arthur says, but it comes off half-winded and far more fond than you’re sure he intended.

He tosses everyone their share, a nice bit of cash, and you hand him the sack full of valuables to fence. He mentioned something about a dealer near Rhodes he was going to see. This far South, you figure he might as well head a little farther before making his way back to camp.

There’s a moment where everyone just catches their breath before John speaks up. “Was that a setup? Law turned up real fast.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Arthur’s brow is pinched with worry. “I’m startin’ to get nervous.”

“You think they followed us from Blackwater?” Charles asks.

Arthur frowns. “Maybe. They found me already near Horseshoe, but… I think this lot was just locals.”

You shake your head, but say nothing. You want it to be locals, certainly. But you don’t think that’s what they were. If you didn’t know the place was crawling with law you’d head back to check some of the bodies to make certain. For now you just agree to accompany John over to Emerald Ranch to see about a lead while everyone else splits off with a final warning - mostly to Sean - to be careful about being tailed.

“Hey, Arthur,” John says just before he rides off.

“Yeah?”

“When you get back to camp,” he trails off, then shakes his head, determined. “Just— Take care of Abigail, will you? Make sure she’s… alright. After what happened with Jack and them Pinkertons, I mean.”

Arthur’s posture softens. He smiles, quiet and small, like he’s trying not to spook him. “Sure, John. Sure. I will.”

“Good. Thank you.”

They nod at each other, and all of the sudden it feels like you’re intruding on this moment between brothers. All of the sudden it feels like you can breathe.

—

You and John wind your way carefully toward Emerald Ranch, only making camp when dawn starts to break rose gold across the horizon. The few hours of sleep that you grab are restful, likely because the past several hours haven’t been.

When you wake it’s to the sound of John whistling, happy and tuneless. He sits beside the fire with a cup of coffee - freshly brewed by the smell - and a distant smile on his face. It grows wide and present when he notices your open eyes.

“Mornin’, Ghost!”

“It’s too early for you to be this goddamn happy,” you grouse, like it isn’t entirely infectious. You can’t even hide the smile on your face that starts to mirror his.

“Oh, come on,” he grins and hands you a cup of coffee. You huddle it close to your chest. “I got a pocket full of cash, a good lead on some more, my best friend, and a beautiful morning. A man don’t need much more’n that.”

“Shut up,” you laugh.

“I’m serious!” he says, but he’s laughing, too. “I know we got Pinkertons to worry about and all that, but I feel good, you know? Like a weight’s been lifted or somethin’.”

“I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with you and Arthur making nice last night,” you shoot a pointed look at him over your mug.

“No. Maybe. Shut up,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Just let me be happy.”

“Fine. Tell me about this lead, then.”

His eyes light right back up as he launches into an explanation about the local livestock market. You’ve never been so happy to hear about sheep.

[rayslittlekitten]

All I Have To Give

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" came on shuffle and it made me think of young Benny. My headcanon is Benny absolutely loves pop music, particularly boybands in the late 90s-early 2000 era. Also that he's a hopeless romantic and everything kinda fell into place with him in the "Crush" universe. Hope you enjoy this little cute piece about Benny with pop songs sprinkled in there.

Rating: G

Word Count: 559

Pairing: Benny Miller & BFF! GN!Reader (reader is F in some of the other fics, but this can be read as GN), Benny Miller x OCs (named and unnamed)

Plot: Benny’s got all the love to give and he's been trying to find someone to give it all to.

Contains: Benjamin being a hopeless romantic and some late 90s-early 2000 pop music references

There goes your best friend nervously walking up to the waitress who's been the apple of his eye for the last two months. He thinks that her memorizing his usual order is a sign she's interested. You don't want to burst his little bubble letting him know she also memorized yours.

That lover boy is the most hopelessly romantic person you've ever met - to a fault. Once he falls in love, he gets tunnel vision and obsesses over them. You blame it on pop music. He'll never publicly admit it, but the Backstreet Boys are his favorite boyband. He never learns his lesson though. His heart has been broken so many times, you're sure it has turned into sand. You gotta admire him though. All these rejections and heartaches never deters him from looking for love again. He's just a puppy. Literally. Give him head pets and treats, and he'll eat out of the palm of your hands.

You remember in the summer after sophomore year, on the last day of school, Ben worked up the courage to ask his current crush at the time, Kristina out after being the Invisible Man all year. He even got a summer job so he knew he'd have money to take her out. She said yes, and after a few dates, you both saw her getting cozy with a different blonde - Jaime Carter, who had a resemblance to Nick Carter. He would even tell girls that he's related to him, which you both knew was bullshit.

That summer, you must have heard Britney's "From the Bottom of my Broken Heart" more times than any song ever. NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" was a close second. As much as he loved "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely", the reminder of Nick Carter made it worse. Lover Boy was hurting and pop music was his way to soothe his heart.

Then a month later, Linda walked into the doors of his job and subsequently, into his life. As he described it to you, it was like a movie moment. It happened in slow motion while Savage Garden’s “I Knew I Loves You” played in the background. When summer ended, so did his time with Linda when she went back home. She was only in town to visit family. Gone.

Once school started again, and the new girl became the new object of his affection. He worked up the courage to ask her to the Junior Winter Wonderland Bash and Christmas came early for him when she said yes. Couple of months later, he felt like his death came early when she became someone else's valentine. All or Nothing.

Then there was Tina from the music store, Becky from the movie theater, Maria from Blockbuster, Vivian at the bowling alley. Rinse, recycle and repeat. This went well into adulthood.

And today? No different. You watch Benny as he makes his way back to the booth with an extra pep in his step.

"I got her number!" Benny flashes the napkin along with his teeth.

"Good job!" You high five him and tussle his hair. "You want the rest of my fries?" you offer.

"Oooh!" His eyes light up and his ears perk up as he digs in.

20 years later and still a puppy. And every time, you hope he gets his fairytale ending.

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🚧 LIST OF ALL MY REQUESTS THAT I HAVE YET TO POST 🚧 character names are in alphabetical order to make it easier for anyone to check if i've received their request

allan x human!reader allan x gn!doll!reader allan x human!fem!reader allan x barbie!reader allan x popular!barbie!reader allan x valentines day doll!reader allan x fem!plus-sized!reader

amy march x fem!reader

carlos de vil x gn!violent!vk!reader

charles boyle x bisexual!reader

cynthia zdunowski x quiet!soc!reader

david donnelly x reader

effie trinket x fem or gn!stylist!reader friends to lovers

enid sinclair x masc!reader hurt/comfort

eugene otinger x gn!reader fluff eugene otinger x addams!reader eugene otinger x dryad!introverted!reader eugene otinger x fem!addams!reader eugene otinger x masc!goth!reader

finnick o'dair x fem!victor/tribute!reader finnick o'dair x fem!reader finnick odair & gn!tribute!reader

gwen stacy x masc!civilian!reader gwen stacy x fem!girlfriend!reader gwen stacy x civilian!reader fluff

hobie brown x spider-person!reader hobie brown x reader blåhaj headcanons

imogen heaney x transmasc!reader

james maguire x punk!reader james maguire x reader

jane facciano x fem!girlfriend!reader hurt/comfort

katniss everdeen x fem!reader hurt/comfort katniss everdeen & 14 y/o!victor/tribute!reader

ryan gosling!ken x shy!barbie!reader ryan gosling!ken x gn!reader ryan gosling!ken x gn!human!reader ryan gosling!ken x human!reader ryan gosling!ken x mad scientist!reader

simu liu!ken x barbie!reader

kent x reader fluff

lucy carlyle x shy!fem!reader

miguel o'hara x enby!autistic!reader

earth 42!miles morales x girly!girlfriend!reader

miles morales x masc!musician!reader

mischa bachinski x fem!flustered!reader mischa bachsinki x reader hurt/comfort mischa bachinski x bestfriend!reader mischa bachinski x reader hurt/comfort mischa bachinski x fem!reader angst (maybe fluff)

nick nelson x agere!gn!reader

ocean o'connell rosenberg x fem!reader

olivia valdovinos x reader angst

pavitr prabhakar x reader blåhaj headcanons pavitr prabhakar x adhd!reader

peeta mellark x reader peeta mellark x reader friends to lovers fluff

peter b. parker & teen!gn!reader hurt/comfort

richie valdovinos x she/they!reader richie valdovinos x reader fluff richie valdovinos x reader hurt/comfort

rosa diaz x fem!ADHD!reader

tao xu x reader

wednesday addams x fem!reader wednesday addams x fem!reader angst wednesday addams x fem!reader wednesday addams x gn!tall!reader

yoko tanaka x werewolf!reader poly yoko tanaka x divina x fem!reader

margot robbie!barbie x doll!reader, ryan gosling!ken x doll!reader, allan x doll!reader

margot robbie!barbie & ryan gosling!ken x brooding!superhero!ken!reader

rise of the pink ladies characters autistic reader headcanons

spider-verse characters panic attack headcanons spider-verse characters adhd reader headcanons spider-verse characters reserved reader headcanons spider-verse characters adhd & genderfluid reader headcanons spider-verse characters autistic reader first meeting headcanons

[f1nalboys]

SINCLAIR BROTHERS

GENERAL

-house of wax twitter au masterlist

LESTER SINCLAIR

-general hc’s

-reader who stims (req)

-love language part 2

-reacting to signs of abuse in child!reader (req)

-yes or no: pegging

-biting, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-apologies ; lester x fem!afab!reader ; nsfw

-fucked up kiss prompt #17

-period sex with slashers (req)

-kinktober ‘21

-smile yandere prompt (req)

-memory

-perv!lester blurb ; lester xafab!reader (nsfw)

-bedside prayers ; lester x fem!reader (whump)

-confessional ; priest!lester x gn!reader

VINCENT SINCLAIR

-general hc’s

-vincent x afab!reader, first time (req)

-vincent on his s/o’s birthday (req)

-vincent x gentle gothic s/o (req)

-child!reader reacting to vincent’s face (req)

-child!reader with the boys (year later of previous) (req)

-love language part 2

-reacting to signs of abuse in child!reader (req)

-yes or no: pegging

-s/o with bad anxiety (req)

-fucked up kiss prompt #19

-seeing his face (req)

-period sex with slashers (req)

-catching gn!afab!reader in the act, nsfw (req)

-kinktober ‘21

-vincent with a touchstarved s/o (req)

-memory

BO SINCLAIR

-general hc’s

-growin’ on me, bo x fem!reader (fin.) one, two, three, four

-bo x virgin!afab!reader, nsfw (req)

-bottom 3 to lose your virginity to

-wrong or right, bo x fem!afab!reader (nsfw)

-love language part 2

-reacting to signs of abuse in child!reader (req)

-yes or no: pegging

-s/o with bad anxiety (req)

-what it’s like snuggling them (req)

-nsfw alphabet (req)

-using restraints, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-edging, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-good boy, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-fucked up kiss prompt #4

-period sex with slashers (req)

-sub!bo x fem!gn!reader

-hold me ; bo x gn!reader (req)

-you’re mine ; bo x self insert (nsfw)

-be my valentine ; bo x gn!reader

-flower fields ; bo x self insert

-back to the old house ; bo x fem!reader

-memory

-bedside vigil ; bo x gn!reader (whump)

-crack in the window ; teenage!bo

-bug like an angel

-catch 22 ft nick jones ; bo x gn!reader x nick (nsfw)

-night time worship ; bo x fem!afab!reader (nsfw)

-did you mean it? ; bo x fem!afab!reader (nsfw)

-wall of photos ; bo x fem!gn!reader

-gotcha something' ; bo x fem!gn!reader (nsfw)

-takin' it ; bo x gn!afab!reader (nsfw)

NICK JONES

-z nsfw headcanons (req)

-face fucking (req, nsfw)

-catch 22 ft. bo sinclair ; nick x gn!reader x bo (nsfw)

[altsvu]

Law and Order SVU Masterlist

(will be updated regularly!)

✨- denotes smut

total completed works: 24

Series:

✰ fitting in (sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ three way phone - part 1 | part 2✨- coming soon! (sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader)

Oneshots:

✰ unusual reunion (candy hearts bingo - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ sneaky on the 8th floor (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ returning the favor (love you, love you not bingo - peter stone x female reader) ✨

✰ pre-motion shenanigans (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ new beginnings (request - peter stone x female reader)

✰ wet dream (request - sonny carisi x ada!female!reader) ✨

✰ strapped up - coming soon! (casey novak x black!detective!fem!reader) ✨

✰ more than just my intern (sonny carisi x fem!reader)

✰ wanted him back - coming soon! (request - nick amaro x fem!reader) ✨

✰ long lost (peter stone x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ you saved me - coming soon! (request - amanda rollins x black!teen!reader)

✰ fainting spells - coming soon! (request - sonny carisi x black!fem!detective!reader)

✰ massage envy - coming soon! (sonny carisi x black!fem!reader) ✨

Drabbles:

✰ surprise, let’s be valentines (love you, love you not bingo - rafael barba x gender neutral reader)

✰ fantasies (rafael barba x female reader) ✨

✰ truth or dare (100 celebration - sonny carisi x gender neutral reader)

✰ we’re not dating! (100 celebration - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ dress shopping (100 celebration - nick amaro x female reader)

✰ tattoo ridden (200 celebration - rafael barba x fem!reader) ✨

✰ secretly in love (request - rita calhoun x gn!reader)

✰ talk through it (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ too fast… or not fast enough (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

Headcannons:

✰ one true love (request - rafael barba x gn!reader)

✰ gala ready (wsvu week - cabenson)

Other:

✰ a little excerpt (sonny carisi x oc)

✰ 5 minute drabble (rafael barba x gn!reader)

[colossal-fallout]

~ Masterlist ~

Last updated: 23/02/2021

Please note: You are not permitted to view my blog if you are under the age of 18. 

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Shingeki no kyojin;

104th Cadets:

Eren 

Armin

Mikasa

Fever - NSFW Male Reader X Mikasa

Jean

Marco

Historia

Service to your Queen - NSFW Fem Reader X Historia

Indulgence Interrupted - NSFW Fem Reader X Historia

Warriors;

Reiner

Halloween with Reiner Braun - SFW

What it would be like having Reiner as a s/o during Halloween.

A quickie with Reiner Braun - NSFW

A headcanon type short.

An over-Exerted Reiner Headcanons - NSFW

First kiss with Reiner Braun - SFW

Reiner’s Letter - SFW

Good Morning - NSFW

A lazy drawl, morning wake up call.

Bertolt

Annie

Behind Closed Doors - NSFW

Male Reader X Annie

Collision - NSFW

Fem Reader X Annie

Porco

Loathing Lust - NSFW

Fem Reader X Porco

Hysteria - NSFW Female Reader X Porco

Pieck

Thank you - NSFW

GN Reader X Pieck

Oil and Water - SFW

GN Reader X Pieck

Zeke

Veterans;

Levi

Hange

Return to me - NSFW GN Reader X Hange

Merciless - NSFW Fem Reader X Hange

Breaking Point - NSFW Fem Reader X Hange

Reveal - NSFW Fem reader X Hange

Misc;

Yelena

Teacups - NSFW

Male Reader X Yelena

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Sex with a Titan Shifter - NSFW

Headcanons;

104th and their Crushes - SFW 

Eren - Armin - Reiner - Bertolt - Jean - Marco

AOT Characters on a rollercoaster - SFW

AOT Valentines Headcanons - NSFW

Eren - Levi - Porco - Armin - Reiner - Zeke - Jean

AOT Headcanons - NSFW

Pleasing themselves thinking of you.  Eren - Reiner - Levi - Porco - Jean 

Sex with ____  - NSFW

Eren - Mikasa - Armin - Hange - Reiner - Porco

First Date Headcanons - NSFW

Levi - Erwin - Jean 

Snowball Fight - SFW

Modern AU jobs - SFW

Eren - Mikasa - Armin - Levi - Erwin - Connie - Reiner - Jean - Sasha - Bertolt

Wedding Day - SFW

Eren - Reiner - Levi - Jean - Erwin - Armin - Connie

Fallout 

Preston

Paladin Danse

Squad Gladius - NSFW

Fem Reader X Paladin Danse

MacCready

Piper

Cait

Nick

Strong

Headcanons

Random Headcanons - NSFW

Danse - MacCready - Hancock - Piper - Cait

First date Headcanons - NSFW

Danse - MacCready - Hancock - Curie

FFVII

Party members;

Cloud

Tifa

Barret

Aerith

Vincent

Cid

Villains;

Sephiroth

Rude

Reno

Tseng

Rufus

SNK - Fallout - FFVII

[harveywritings92]

Sole, sits down takes drink of their nuka cola: *Sigh* It's been a long year Nick…

Nick: Sole, We're still in January.

Sole, thousand stare: I know.

[harveywritings92]

Hancock: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nick: Wasn’t Sole with you?

Sole: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Nick: *facepalms*

[harveywritings92]

Nick: You know those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea?

Sole: And then I ignore you, yeah.

[harveywritings92]

Sole: Okay,so I just had a really great idea.

Nick: No.