Warmth And Safety

Maze runner ~ Boys reactions to you shouting at them in your native language ~

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Minho:

- Ok Minho loves your accent

- He secretly finds it very sexy

- However he knows 2 things, 1 you talk in native tongue when you see friends/family or 2 your mad as hell with him.

- When you mad...Damn you scary

- Minho just doesn't know how to handle you or your tongue

- Lets just say Minho won't be disobeying you again anytime soon

- Minho also thought you were always so sweet and soft well no. You proved him wrong yet again

- Minho would still make an effort to learn more about your language and culture.

- He gonna be ready for round 2

Newt:

- You practically never shout at Newt ever like in general

- You wouldn't shout at Newt because of Newt.

- He probably just heard you making a ruckus in the kitchen

- And came down like "what the hell the bloody hell is goin on down here?!"

- After he notices your upset he would come up and wrap his arms around you asking what wrong

- Its not uncommon for you to continue you speaking in your native tongue (not shouting of course) whilst Newt ill simply just sit a listen to your voice. He like the obscure sounds/words you speak/make.

- Don't be surprised if out of no where Newt starts whispering sweet nothings in your native tongue in your ear whilst you sleep.

- You admit its kinda funny when he doesn't pronounce things right, its bad enough that he already has his own accent.

Thomas:

- Thomas mimics you so much (not in a racist way)

- When you mad at Thomas which is quite a lot...Thomas simply just shout's made up words or what he thinks are frazes randomly in what he thinks is your native language.

- He knows it makes you laugh and he knows it defuses the situation

- You (shouting in native language)

- Thomas "Bonjour mon WEE WEE chicken"

- Yes Thomas will also shout words from other languages and then just chuck some English in.

- Its gotten to the point that you scared for your family to meet him

- There is no way in hell he's meeting your parents without taking some lessons.

- And even in lessons the only frazes he actually learns are "Great now we're all bloody inspired" and the swear words like shuck, clunk, slinthead, greenie ect.

Gally:

- Gally is intimidated!!!

- When you speak as fast as the flash when your made in native tongue. Your the equivalent of HOT TAMALE!

- And Gally ain't gonna mess with that!

- Yes Gally can be pushy but the last thing he's gonna do is push you.

- Its cause fo your fiery passion Gally respects you, he loves you and protects you.

- You taught him a lot!

- Things like he's not the top dog and he's not the toughest of them all!

- When you mad Gally just takes it, he won't question you or fight with you. He knows how that will end.

- But its all worth it late night when your cuddle up to his chest and speak with that beautiful accent he loves so much.

I Can Teach You

dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count // 1,858

warnings // SMUT(18+) minors DNI!, swearing, innocence kink, undefined age gap (reader is 21+), use of pet names, oral (both m and f receiving), slight dry humping, mentions of smoking

summary // Bucky teaches Y/n what she missed out on in college

“-And this is my little girl, Y/n.” Your father introduces you to the man in front of you; his eyes roam your body for a second, taking you in. You were too naive to take any notice and instead, give him a warm smile as he places his hand on your arm before giving it a tight squeeze, “Y/n. S’pretty name. I’m Bucky.” You notice his hand lingering a lot longer on your arm than when he introduced himself to the other women at the party. In fact, he had only shook hands with them. But, of course, you shook it off, guessing that it could be because he was closest to your father of all people.

“So, Y/n, how’s it feel to be living back home? Missin’ college yet?” Bucky asks, leaning closer to you so you could hear over the loud conversations happening around you both. “Um, I love being home, actually. College wasn’t what everyone hyped it up to be.” You mumble. Bucky notices the way your hands bunched up the end of the tiny black skirt you were wearing. “Y’alright, sweetie?” His voice was soft as he spoke into your ear. “Y-yeah, just hate these parties my parents throw. ‘Think I might go upstairs and recollect myself,”

“I’ll keep you some company, then. Lead the way,” You frowned. “It’s okay, I couldn’t ask you to leave the party, really.”

“I insist,” He places his hand on the curve of your back. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his touch, and instead of arguing, you tell yourself he was just being polite, and that you wanted the company. Leading him up the stairs, you audibly sighed when the hallway was clear of anyone from the party; you could feel yourself growing more anxious, though, when you subconsciously lead Bucky to your room.

He takes in the scenery of your small, but elegant room. The walls were painted a cream color with a few band posters scattered on each. Your bed sat in the middle of the room, boxes from college spread out everywhere. “I’m sorry about the mess,” You quickly bent down, pushing boxes out of the way, “I haven’t had the energy to unpack.”

Bucky felt blood rush to his cock as the sight of you bent over, your pink cotton panties peeking out from your skirt, teasing him. He tried to look away, but you had let out a small groan while pushing the last box out of the way, before standing fully and facing the now flustered man, standing with his hands deep inside his pockets. “So,” He clears his throat, “You don’t miss anything about college? Surely, the boys, if not the partying.”

You roll your eyes and take a seat on the edge of your bed. Bucky does the same, sitting close enough for your knees to touch. “No, boys didn’t like me very much- and parties weren’t my thing.” You play with your fingers and ignore the stare Bucky was giving you. “I don’t believe that, sweetie. Boys would very much like you.” He placed his warm hand on your exposed thigh, giving it a squeeze of assurance. You were caught off guard by the gesture but didn’t dare move. “I’ve never even had a kiss before, sir.”

His hands inch up more, dangerously close to your throbbing core; you didn’t understand why you were feeling like this, and with your dad’s friend, of all people. “Have you ever thought about what it’d feel like?” His thumb was tracing circles into your thigh. You spread your legs wider, sending him a genuine, innocent look, “Yes.” You weren't sure whether he had meant a simple kiss or more, but you were willing to find out.

“I can teach you some stuff. I was in college once, you know.” You moan as he presses the pad of his thumb onto your clothed pussy, the pressure adding a whole new sensation you’ve never felt before. You dip your head back, rutting your hips to apply more pressure than what Bucky was giving you, shocking yourself with the action. “My dad could walk in-”

“Shh, nobody knows what we’re doing. Unless you want me to stop?” He jerks his hand away suddenly and your eyes grow wide, “No, please- want more, please, Bucky.” You beg, dropping to your knees in between his legs, your big doe eyes staring up at him. Bucky’s hard cock was pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. He’d be torturing himself if he kept teasing you any longer. “Come er,”

He pulls you into his lap and kisses the corner of your mouth, before placing his lips onto yours. You stiffen for a moment, but relax into the kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. He bites your bottom lip and you moan, rocking your hips against him, the material of his jeans creating just the right amount of friction. “Y’wanna feel good, hm?” He grabs your waist and guides you to rock back and forth against his hard-on, causing a tight pit in your stomach to form. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He lifts you up momentarily to lie you down on the bed, lying flat on your back. “This okay?” His fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, tugging only slightly as he waits for a response. You nod at him and lift your hips so he’d have easier access, and his mouth waters at your dripping wet cunt. “Such a pretty pussy, honey.” He spreads your legs and begins to trail wet open mouth kisses up your legs, going agonizingly slow once he reaches your thighs, close to your core.

You whimper at the feeling of his hot breath blowing air into your heat. “Be patient.” He kisses your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against it; “Oh, my god-” You grab his head, your instincts making you tug him away. He continues to eat you out now, moaning into you as you pull his hair. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you for a moment; here you were, in your room, your dad's friend between your legs as he completely devoured you- all while your parents were downstairs, hosting a party.

The guilt you felt was soon replaced as the coil in your stomach unraveled. “I think I'm-” You whimper, not able to finish telling him as you cum. He swallows up all of you, licking you clean. “Taste so good,” He mumbles, massaging your shaking thighs. You feel your whole body relax into the bed; you were starting to hate that this was the first time you've felt such pleasure. “We should head back soon, sweetie-”

“Can I...suck you off?” You weren't ready to go back out to the party. You wanted to return the favor.

His cock was still pressed against the zipper of his pants, and he wasn't planning on releasing himself now that you were willing. “Take me out, then.” He watches as you happily jump up from your bed and drop to your knees in front of him, your shaky hands undoing his belt buckle and pulling him out. He hisses as you take him in your hands, tilting your head while gazing up at him. You never did this before, but it didn't mean you were clueless. Bucky had started to mumble something under his breath before you took him in your mouth.

“Ah, s-shit,” You swirl your tongue over his tip, then slowly wrap your lips around him fully. You were making your way slowly down the base of his length when he gripped the back of your head and thrust himself into your mouth. You grip either side of his thighs, feeling hot tears brim your eyes as you try to recover. “S-sorry, honey...felt too good.” You silently nod and continue until you've nearly taken all of him in your mouth. It felt so foreign, yet the moans and curses leaving the man's lips gave you butterflies; you loved it.

When you hallow out your cheeks, he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail, fucking your mouth now that he knows you can take it. “So good for me, doll.” Bucky grunts as the familiar feeling builds up in his stomach, “I'm gonna cum,” He warns, but you take your hand and begin to jerk him off.

Bucky holds your head in place while he shoots ropes of his salty cum down in your mouth. You instantly swallowed the load and pulled back, your mouth popping as he took his cock out. You look up at him with a wide smile.

Bucky wanted to take a picture of the sight in front of him; your hair was mussed from his hands being tangled in it and your mascara was smudged from your tears, “Did I do good?” You whisper, waiting for some sort of praise from the man. “Sweetie, you did fucking amazing,” He wipes his thumbs over your face, cleaning the mess he had made of you.

You swelled up with pride and beamed up at him, you opened your mouth to thank him before there was a sharp knock on your door.

“Sweetie, you in here?” Your dad's muffled voice asks. You quickly swallow the lump in your throat and answer, “Y- yes daddy! I had a headache so I came up here, one second!” The lie fell from your lips and you stood to your feet, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze. He was smirking down at you. “Sorry about this-'' You grab his collar and drag him over to the closet before pushing him in and closing the sliding doors. You then grab your skirt off the floor and quickly tug it on before sliding your panties under the bed. You walk over to your door and open it up to see your father impatiently leaning on the frame.

“Oh, sweetie-” he takes in your appearance, “Have you been crying? if your headache was that bad you should've come to me or your mom,” You quickly shake your head at him and try to hide the obvious blush that crept onto your face, “M’fine, just gonna take a bath and go to bed.”

Your dad squints at your odd behavior, but doesn't question it further. “Alright. Did you happen to see Bucky leave or anything before we came up here?” You raised your brows at him, pretending to think, before shaking your head, “No, not after you introduced us. heard him say something about going outside for a smoke.” You really hoped he was a smoker. “Ah, makes sense- probably talking to Steve out there. Night, sweetie.”

As soon as you shut your door, Bucky steps out of the closet and walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, “Sure you never hid anyone from him before? you're awfully good at it.” He teases. You shake your head. He leans down and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before winking at you, “Your dad invited me over for the game next weekend. looking forward to seeing you then, sweetie.”

"Oh, you haven't read the classics..." I'VE READ THE CLASSICS

✨Dramione edition✨

Manacled by senlinyu

Rights and Wrongs by LovesBitca8

Isolation by bexchan

The Fallout by everythursday

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting

Meet Your Match by morriganmercy

Measure of a Man by inadaze22

Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites

Secrets and Masks by EmeraldSlytherin

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19

Bring Him To His Knees by musyc

The Eagle's Nest by HeartOfAspen

Dragon's Heartstrings by pinkinku

Maze runner ~When the boys compete for you~

Minho: “ Hey feel free to touch my biceps, their really strong. ” *Minho flexes Biceps*

Headcanons

- Minho would act cool but still be very flirtatious.

- It doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with.

- Some Gladers say he’s all over you or he’s being a try hard.

- Don’t be surprised if Minho take his shirt off whilst in your presents.

- He wont force you into anything but he will defiantly try to tempt you too.

- Minho would also stand quite close to you. His chin would either rest on your head or your shoulder.

- At the Camp fire Minho might try to some how convince you to come sit on his lap cause its “warm”.

- Minho would do cute little things like pat your head, play with the ends of your hair or cut your check.

- Minho would also tease you a hell of a lot. He knows it get’s him the attention he wants.

- Minho might also try and bribe you into something with kisses, cuddles and his hotness.

He would cuddle up to you like this😍🥰

- You and Minho always have good fun together no matter what.

- He will always be there to pick you up if you fall, he just wants you to be happy and he hopes it’s with him.

- Minho would gradually gain the confidence to touch and play with you hands.

- When Minho holds your hands in his. He can feel how small and soft they are.

- He always thought of you as his baby flower.

Newt: “You just keep smiling beautiful cause thats all I need.”

- Newt would never force anything on you unless you sexually tempt him of course.

- You and newt would do this cute thing where you would blow kisses to each other.

- Its cute seeing Newts reaction he’s got cute pink rosy checks.

- Newt would also make an effort to make sure that your never uncomfortable.

- He will tell other gladers to back off. And ask you if your ok.

- Your safety is his number 1 priority.

- Newt would pick flowers for you.

- He would either stuck it behind your ear, make it into a flower crown or present them to you with a kiss to seal the deal.

These are the sunflowers in the glade that remind Newt of you ❤️

- Newt would always kiss your head/for head and sniff your hair.

- He hugs up to you nice and close on those cold nights.

- Newt would also brush and braid your hair, commenting whilst telling you all the things he loves about you.

- Newt lifts up his hoodie and lets you curl up underneath. On his bare chest. It makes he feel wanted and you feel safe.

- When it comes to other guys Newt usually gets flustered, he tries not to but he can’t help it.

- It just comes with the job of being in second command.

- Newt would support you regardless of who you choose.

- Newt wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

- He knows that there are some things in life you just can’t have.

Thomas: “You know I can give you the world”

- Thomas plays hard.

- Thomas as we all know is a very determined person and if wants something he will not give up easily.

- Thomas isn’t afraid of competition.

- Thomas would give you anything and everything you could ever want.

- Perks of being basically the chosen one.

- Thomas would tell you about all the beautiful place he remembers and offer to take you to all them.

- Thomas would tell you about the long horse rides on the beach, where the sand and the sky a line perfectly. And the vibrant sunset that would highlight all your eyes and give you a heavenly glow.

This is the beach you would ride along together 🥰😍

- The mountains where the snow shines like diamonds, the soft snowflakes and the snowmen you could make.

The snow you would visit in spring ☃️❄️

- He would tell you about the northern lights that would dance in the sky. Saying “That just like you and me..up there.”

The beauty of the moment you would share ❤️💚❤️

- He imagine’s sitting in a field looking up at the sky and asking you about your dreams.

- Thomas would give you piggy back rides or pick you up in his arms and carry you home.

- Thomas would risk it all for you, cause your worth it.

- He not afraid because he has faith in you, he believes in you.

- Thomas wants to create these memories with you, he never head the chance to do the same with Newt, Chuck or Teresa.

- Thomas can see his future in your eyes.

Gally: “I just want you to be safe and the only place thats safe is in my arms.”

- Gally wouldn’t trust anyone being alone with you for a second.

- Gally would always put a protective arm around your shoulder.

- He would also put you into his chest when ever you upset.

- Gally will stay for as long as it take till your tears dry and you smiling once more.

- You very thankful for Gally, the boys leave you alone and you’ve never had any problems.

- Gally would always have you sleep next to him. Wether you like it or not.

- He would never force anything on you but he’s got eyes on you 24/7. Day and night he’s watching.

- He would have a got at anyone and anything that threatens you.

- You would always wear his shirts, his hoodies and anything else you can get your hands on.

- Gally expect to have at least 1 cuddle a day, if not he becomes very feisty.

- Something you always loved about him.

- Gally would carry you on his shoulders.

- He loves when you give him jump hugs right into his arms.

The hugs you share ❤️

- He would always dance with you at the bomb fire, watching your hair fly as you spin around and around.

- Time always slowed down when he was with you.

- For the first time Gally could actually be himself.

-He love you because you gave him freedom he never knew he had.

Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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Not What It Looks Like ii

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like ii

summary/request: part two of not what it looks like - i don’t know what else to say lol

warnings: profanity, shamelessly fluffy

word count: 2k

READ PART ONE HERE

Once again, months after that first night, Y/N found herself trailing up a staircase behind Jesper. This certainly wasn’t the staircase at the Slat, but rather one at a Ravkan inn.

They’d been traveling across western Ravka for weeks, attempting to track someone they’d been paid to kill. They weren’t necessarily assassins, more like thieves, but that didn’t stop Kaz from accepting the incredibly high paying job. So now their crew had been spending their days roaming across the country, hitching rides in stolen carriages and sleeping in barns. Certainly a far cry from the life they had lived in Ketterdam.

As Y/N drug herself up the stairs, her body ached for a good night’s sleep. The past week they’d been riding in a carriage all through the day and night. She could still almost feel the rolling and sharp jerking of the carriage rattling deep in her bones. The thought of a soft, warm bed felt like heaven, regardless of whether Jesper was even in the room.

Their relationship since that night had been utterly confusing. She had initially assumed that Jesper too, shared feelings for her. But as the weeks flew by, she began to doubt that assumption. They were purely professional, two crew mates, and Y/N tried to keep her thoughts as professional as possible too. But dreaming of waking up in Jesper’s arms didn’t exactly fit that definition. So she pushed the feelings aside, tactfully burying them into the deepest corner of her mind. The words, “he’s a crew mate”, were constantly repeated in her mind, echoing over and over again like a mantra.

But people who were just crew mates didn’t allow their gazes to linger for a dangerous amount of time on the other. They didn’t allow their head to roll over onto the other’s shoulder during a long, exhausting ride as they gave into the temptation of sleep. They didn’t allow the magnetic gravity-like pull to overtake them.

But Y/N allowed all those things, allowed her mind to be completely consumed by everything Jesper. And every inch of her prayed that a Saints was listening when she hoped that Jesper felt the same way.

Y/N leant heavily against the wood paneled wall as Jesper pulled a silver key out of his pocket, the key Kaz had given him. For some Saints forsaken reason, the boy had thought it was a smart money decision to make the two room together.

She could still hear his irritatingly smug voice, “Inej and I both need private rooms. You two have stayed together before - why not again?”

Inej had practically been forced to lay a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, silently urging the girl to not attempt to wipe the shit-eating grin off of Kaz’s face. Kaz wasn’t nearly as slick or as clever as he assumed he was - Y/N knew what he was doing. She wasn’t blind to how Kaz went out of his way to pair her with his friend.

As Jesper swung the door open, Y/N was pulled from her thoughts and a sharp sense of deja vu washed over her. In so many ways, the cozy inn room reminded her of Jesper’s back at the Slat - a window facing the sea, a dresser with a mirror, and a bed, admittedly far larger. And of course, the room was clean - no dirty clothing or discarded items in sight.

With a deep thud, Jesper dropped their bags to the floor, rolling his sore shoulders and stretching his arms wide like an eagle. “I would kill for a hot bath.”

“I think all of us would,” Y/N stated, kicking off her muddy boots and flexing her incredibly sore feet. “We’ve been traveling for ages, I think anyone would feel grimy.”

She collapsed on the bed and rubbed at her sore muscles, willing them to relax. Jesper chaotically flitted around the room like an anxious mother hen, putting their things away and shrugging off his brown jacket. Tension hung heavily overhead like a dark cloud, but neither acknowledged it, keeping to themselves.

The sound of trickling water filled the air as Jesper poured a pitcher into a large stone basin bowl. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the dirt caked skin beneath. Y/N didn’t envy Jesper’s job of caring for the horses. Being the only one with equine experience, he had been assigned the job of picking dung out of hooves and harnessing the horses every morning.

Occasionally, Y/N had joined Jesper in the stable, offering assistance when she could, mostly as an escape from Kaz’s angry morning rants. She’d pet the horses a few times, running her fingers over their velvety muzzles. But everytime she withdrew her hand, her skin was covered in dirt, even packed under her nails. It amazed her how the seemingly clean horses always tended to have dirt caked into the coat.

But most of all, she admired how Jesper treated them. In his eyes they weren’t tools, only used for pulling the Crows across Ravka. She knew he saw them as pets, even big dogs perhaps. Jesper always had a certain twinkle in his eye and a grin upon his lips when he spent time with the animals. Y/N always noticed when he slipped an extra apple or carrot into his pocket, a treat to share later with his friends.

“How’d you get so good with horses?” Y/N blurted out suddenly, ruining the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Jesper paused scrubbing at his arms and dropped the washcloth back into the basin, “Grew up with them.”

“Really?”

“Hard to believe a pretty face like this once mucked out stalls?” Jesper glanced over at her as a smug smirk graced his face.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head softly as she gazed at him with nothing other than adoration. “You turn everything into a compliment.”

Jesper’s rolling laugh filled the room as he dried off his wet arms. Y/N had grown to love that sound, happiness quite literally bouncing off of the walls. It always made her grin like a fool as her heart flipped violently in her chest.

“Come here, doll.”

The pet name knocked the wind from Y/N’s lungs, leaving her breathless as she stared at Jesper with shock. He motioned her over to the basin, a goofy grin playing upon his lips. Slowly, she shakily rose to her feet and crossed the room, cursing her heart that behaved like a bird, beating its wings in her chest in a bid to break free.

Jesper’s steady hands gently gripped her left arm and rolled up her sleeve, then repeated the process with her other arm. Each touch was gentle, but laced with the confidence that Jesper always exuded. Despite her heart leaping into her throat, Y/N remained still, shamelessly allowing her gaze to follow Jesper’s hands.

Picking up the cloth, he ran it over her forearm, washing away the dirt and grime, washing away the trials of their travel through Ravka. The numbing chill of the water was sharp, nipping at her skin, yet still a welcome relief. After completing one arm, he dunked the cloth back into the basin, gently repeating the process. It felt splendid to have the filth washed from her arms, but she could hardly focus on that feeling. Instead, her mind was wholly distracted by Jesper; how close he was to her, how his gaze always fluttered to meet hers, how his fingers grazed her skin. Each sensation was all so overwhelming, reminding her sharply of how she felt trying to fall asleep with Jesper’s arm around her.

“Better?” Jesper questioned, passing her a dry towel and dropping the cloth back in the basin.

“Much,” she replied with a smile, trying to redirect her focus away from the intimacy of the moment.

A mischievous grin darted across Jesper’s face, a meager warning, before he quickly splashed water at her. The cold droplets sprayed across her torso, soaking through her shirt.

Gasping, Y/N jumped back, playfully glaring at Jesper. “How dare you!”

Laughter escaped both of them as she slapped the water, sending a wave flying towards Jesper. His eyes glittered like jewels as he sent a fresh batch of water spraying in Y/N’s direction in return.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey!”

“Can’t handle a bit of water?” Jesper jeered, reaching out for her.

Y/N danced away, just beyond Jesper’s reach and giggled, “No!”

Together they flew around the room like two birds, dancing and fluttering in circles around one another. The entire time, they foolishly grinned at one another and laughter filled the air.

It all came to a crashing halt when Jesper’s long fingers finally wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to a stop. Before Y/N could even react, he pulled her into his chest and held on tightly.

“I’ve caught you,” he teased, warm breath fanning over Y/N’s face in waves.

Y/N stared up into his eyes, allowing her breath to catch. They were like tantalizing pools of swirling liquid gold, pulling her in deeper.

Raising one eyebrow, trying to regain her composure, she questioned, “Is this how you woo everyone? Terrorizing them with your antics?”

For a second, Y/N swore his gaze flickered down to her lips before roaming the rest of her face. “No, only you - you’re special, my love.”

Those few simple words sent her heart and mind racing in tandem, lurching towards the outcome she so desperately wanted - that Jesper liked her back. But she stood there, gaping like a fish, fumbling for the words to say. Jesper didn’t seem to mind her shocked silence and instead, swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

It felt ridiculous to think about, but giving into the feelings she had so desperately held back felt like heaven. An invisible weight upon her shoulders lifted as she kissed back, pouring her heart and soul into that moment.

Kaz had lectured them seemingly a million times about how love was a weakness, the thing that would eventually lead to your downfall. But right now, Y/N thought love was the farthest thing from a weakness. Drowning in the feeling of Jesper, she felt it was a strength, a motivator even, urging her to be the best possible her. To be someone worthy of Jesper’s affection.

Jesper was the first to pull away, his face seemingly alight with pure sunlight even though their room was dark. He practically glowed with that flawless smile that glinted at her.

“So I’m assuming we feel the same way?” He finally questioned after catching his breath.

Y/N, still breathless and reeling from their moment, simply nodded, a wide smile gracing her face.

Softly, Jesper’s hands migrated up to her face, framing it between his large hands. “I always thought we’d end up like this.” His voice was heavily laced with arrogance as he smugly smiled.

“Oh really?” Without a second thought, she leaned into Jesper’s warm touch, relishing in how his callused hands felt against her face.

“Who wouldn’t fall for my handsome face, brilliant mind, extraordinary gun slinging skills?” He raised his head just a bit higher with pride.

Y/N lightly slapped one hand against his chest, “Oh don’t start in with your gloating. It’s annoying!”

Jesper only devilishly grinned at her and offered, “Annoyingly charming?”

“Stop it! The last thing your ego needs is compliments!” Y/N complained, feigning displeasure in her voice, but that task was nearly difficult. Everything about Jesper made her want to grin from ear to ear, to laugh and never stop.

“Oh really?”

“Yes!”

Jesper huffed and pressed little kisses to her cheek, slowly sliding his lips down until they met her jawline and then her neck. In between each featherlight kiss, he murmured, “I don’t know about my ego, but I know what I need.”

“What?” Y/N prompted, slightly tilting her head back as she completely surrendered.

“You.”

Y/N gasped for air as the kisses peppered across her skin felt like electric shocks, sending shivers through her body. Her mind immediately began to wander towards what their companions would think in the morning. Kaz and Inej weren’t stupid - they’d see that the fleeting glances filled with pining had suddenly transformed into something far more complicated.

At that moment, Y/N wasn’t sure what the future would hold but she knew one thing for certain - it was now exactly what it looked like.

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The maze runner: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

Happy reading!

You woke up in a cage that was moving upwards and you were surrounded by boxes. When you tried to think of how you got here you got nothing. Trying to think harder and still nothing. The fear of nothingness growing inside of you. You felt your breath quicken and your chest felt thight. Your throat felt sore as you tried to scream. But no sound came as it hurt very bad. The last thing you knew before you passed out was that the cage stopped and a bright green light.

When you woke up you heard people wispering. "It's a girl" "what the shuck?"

You opened you eyes, the light of the sun blinding you so you squeezed your eyes and looked up. You saw a cirkle of boys standing above you. Not one girl. It scared you. You crawled back until you felt the metal of the cage on your back and hid behind a box.

You felt the cage shake as two boys jumped down. You tried to see who it was. It was a boy with dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes where you could drown in. He slowly walked up to you, he pulled the box away and gave it to the boy behind him. You tried to move back further but you couldn't. You looked up at the boys who were still looking down at you. You started to panick and your chest felt thight again. The blond looked at you and up to the boys. Then he said to the boys "back to everyone or I'll tell Alby you're freeloading"

The boys groand as they walked away.

He crouched down beside you and said "hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay? I'm here to help" he gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile at the blond. "Do you know your name?" He asked. You thought for a moment but you came up with nothing. " i-i- don-n-n-t" it hurt like hell when you tried to talk. You grabbed your throat, it felt like it was on fire. "Does your throat hurt?" He asked. Thank god he knew what you meant. You nodded and he said "Lets get you out of this cage and give you some water. Maybe that will help" you nodded and he gave you his hand as you stood up. You looked around as you came out of the cage. The place you where in was surrounded by huge walls. What the hell was this place. The blond boy who helped you up stood beside you and said "welcome to the glade" you looked at him with a questionable look. He looked at you and chuckled. He gave you a quick tour and then he walked you to something that was called to homestead. "I am Newt by the way"

Newt... it suited him. He gave you a glass of water and you drank it immediately. He chuckeled at you. "Better?" He asked.

Then it came to you, like a vage memory, your name. "Y-Y-Y/N-N" you tried to say. "Y/N?" He asked. "Is that your name?" You nodded.

"Talk when you're ready for it. Don't want to hurt yourself" he said. You nodded again.

"Y/N" he said again "What a beautiful name"

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and smiled.

~TIME SKIP TO BONFIRE-

You sat looking at the fire in the middle of the circle full of boys. You came to learn more about the glade as Minho talked to you. You still didn't talk because of your throat. He told you that Newt was second-in-command and that Alby was the leader. He also told you more about how things worked around here and that everybody had a job to do. Minho was the keeper of the runners and sure liked to brag about himself.

Then Newt came to sit next to you. "Hi there" he said. You smiled at him as a sort hello.

He gave you a jar with a weird concoction in it. You looked at the jar and back at Newt with a disgusted face. "Drink up" he said. "It’s not as bad as it lookes" Minho said smirking. You looked at both boys and back at the jar. Then you took a sip. You spitted it out immediately and said "BLOODY HELL! Not as bad as it looks?!"

Everyone was silent. You looked up and saw everyone looking at you and then at Newt. "Now you are not the only one with the weird accent Newt!" Minho spurted out laughing. You were bright red and looked at Newt who was also blushing and he gave you an awkward smile. You smiled back and gave him a nudge. Then everyone started lauging.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think!

If you have any requests, i am happy to take them. Only for the maze runner though.

My theory for Steve’s time travel in Endgame

So I’m pretty sure almost everyone that watched Avengers Endgame had a problem with Steve’s time travel back to his life with Peggy and then his appearance as an old man sitting on the bench. 

Here is my theory on how it worked: 

For anyone who has watched the movie Sliding Doors, this will make sense. For anyone who has not, let me try and explain. 

So in the movie Sliding Doors, this woman misses a train and then an alternate timeline gets created where she didn’t miss the train. You then proceed to watch these two timelines play out together and at the end, one timeline “ends” (in a way I won’t explain for spoiler reasons) and the two timelines merge into one. (Hopefully this will all make more sense as I continue)

So when Steve travels back in time (Ignoring the issue that Steve wouldn’t leave Bucky) he created a different timeline where he didn’t get frozen and he stayed and grew old with Peggy. And there were essentially two Steve’s at the same time, just in different timelines. So while one Steve was getting frozen, then found again and then becoming a part of the Avengers in the films we know and love, the other Steve was growing old with Peggy. 

Then when Steve went back in time in Endgame the two realities would merge so Steve would turn up on the bench old. And because of time travel shit in the movies even before Endgame, there would’ve been an alternate timeline where Steve was growing old with Peggy. And because of the super serum Steve would’ve been able to live to the age of over one hundred. 

And similarly, when everyone went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, when they did go back in time they created alternate time lines, BUT when they went forward in time to get back to their present, the alternate timelines got “destroyed” or just ‘sped up’ to merge with their current timeline. 

So Steve still would’ve gone through the movies just the same and Steve wouldn’t have been related to Sharon in the ‘original’ time line, aka the time line we were shown by Marvel (which was a big problem of mine). 

I hope this makes sense and if you’re still confused about the alternate timelines go watch Sliding Doors and hopefully it will make more sense. 

If you have any questions feel free to comment down below or if you find any holes in my theory (but keep in mind it took me 45 minutes with my mums help to come up with this and give me peace, so maybe don’t overthink it)

Can you make a headcanon with pan and felix and how they would show that they have an interest in reader?

Of course :) I’ve never been asked anything or made headcannons before but here goes

Hope you like it! 

Peter:

Okay so we all know he likes to play games 

He would never simply say that he likes you, being straightforward has never been how he does things

So he starts flirting by playfully teasing you 

Peter never ever gets deterred when you don’t flirt back (you don’t actually reject him after all)

He never calls you by your real name, only by a nickname that he’s made up 

If it seems that any of the Lost Boys are even slightly upsetting you Peter puts an end to it by pulling their focus to something else

He doesn’t want them to upset you, but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to know that he cares for you

He always finds an excuse to touch you

Whether that be putting his hand on your shoulder if he has to move around you or bushing his fingers against yours if you hand him something

He almost always sits next to you, close enough that your bodies are touching, even if it’s just your knees

Sometimes, when you’re talking alone, he’ll reach out and twirl loose strands of your hair between his fingers

You don’t think much of it though, because Peter Pan is constantly playing games 

Not to mention its impossible for you to understand his motivations for anything

Felix tells him he needs to be more direct 

So Peter starts actively trying to spend time with you

He’s constantly seeking you out to talk to you, following you around while you go about your day 

Sometimes even when you’re alone, he’ll secretly check in on you to make sure you’re safe 

He starts to give you gifts, little things like wood carvings or flowers he’ll pick from the side of a path you’re both walking on

But he’ll do it at complete random 

You never expect it and are unsure of what exactly it means 

He also begins takes you on walks around the island, just the two of you 

Neverland is constantly changing so there’s always something new he wants to show you, whether it be a hidden waterfall or the night sky from one of the many peaks on the island 

You will both just sit together and admire what he brought you to see, sometimes in comfortable silence and other times you will talk

By talk I mean Peter mostly just flirts with you 

It’s in these moments when you think that he might have feelings for you because he never does this for anyone else

You can never be sure though, because he never says anything and you never ask

So you both just continue dancing around each other 

Felix 

He’s usually a typical, wild Lost Boy but turns into a soft boi™ when he’s  around you 

Always tries to be close to you

Does this by sitting next to you during meals or accompanying you whenever you go outside of camp 

He doesn’t really talk much though, he prefers to stay quiet and let you lead the conversation while he listens

Of course, he initially doesn’t realise that he’s caught feelings for you and does all of this without thinking anything of it

But when he starts to stare down any Lost Boy that torments you, even sometimes going as far as to get up and almost start a fight with them, the Lost Boys realise that he likes you

They start to hassle him about it, teasing him about his feelings

At first, he denies it but then slowly realises that the boys are right and he has feelings for you

He’s not good with emotions and doesn’t know how to deal with this realisation, so to your disappointment, he shuts himself off from you 

However, after a few days of not being around you, he realises he misses your company and starts spending time with you again 

He laughs more when he’s around you, and always has a small smile on his lips when he looks at you

Despite his rough exterior, he does tend to get shy with you, especially when you two are alone

He’ll often break eye contact and look at the ground nervously when it’s just the two of you talking 

He’ll go out of his way to help you with little domestic things

You need to cart more than one load of firewood? Something’s gotten caught high in a tree where you can’t reach? He’s immediately there to help

He’s afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way about him if he told you he liked you, so he tries to hide his feelings and be really aloof 

But he fails miserably because he can’t stop himself from staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking

Especially when he sits next to you around the fire 

He keeps glancing at you from under his hood (he can’t help it, he thinks you look beautiful in the firelight)

Sometimes you’ll look over at him before he has a chance to turn away

He gets nervous because he’s worried you’ll think he’s being strange 

But you just smile

(His heart may or may not stop when you smile at him like that)

One night while sitting around a bonfire he gets the courage to put his hand on yours

Felix doesn’t dare look at you when he does this, he just stares into the fire, waiting for your reaction 

(Is he blushing?)

He starts to breathe normally again when he feels you thread your fingers through his and move closer to lean on his shoulder 

Tipsy

(Gally x Reader)

Fluff, fluff, come and get your fluff! I’ve always had a soft spot for unplanned confessions, so here’s my take on it. Enjoy!

Bonfire night. You always loved those. Those rare yet precious moments where all the gladers, including yourself, had a chance to unwind, have fun, and forget about the horrors that lurked beyond the maze walls. For just a few hours, you could let your worries trickle away and divert your focus to the few things that brought you genuine happiness. The crackling of the fire, the soft rhythmic beat of the makeshift drums, your friends and their laughter as they cracked stupid jokes and stumbled around after having a few too many sips of Gally’s secret recipe.

You chuckled under your breath as your gaze trailed down to the jar in your hands. The taste wasn’t something your particularly enjoyed, but the drink served its purpose well enough. It helped you relax, elevated your mood, gave you a light yet plentiful buzz that made you feel all warm inside. A part of you was positively curious what was in it, but even after being close friends with Gally for months, the tough Keeper of the Builders still kept it under lock and key, and not even you could pick it open. Maybe one day he would tell you…

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a serious question!”

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