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
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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
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
How about mob! Seb and the kid of the police chief! reader
OKAY but this is a mf-ing concept!!!
alright so your dad is the chief and you and Mob!Seb are having a secret relationship
your dad doesn’t know anything about it, obviously and it’s kind of thrilling for you to be going out with the town’s notorious bad guy while being a cop’s daughter
maybe that’s what makes your relationship exciting
your dad was a strict man, and you still lived with your parents, plus you had a curfew
so Seb would always park his car near your street, waiting for you to sneak out of the house so he can take his girl for a drive or spend some time together at his place later in the night
he’d wait for you, leaning against his expensive car and his smile getting bigger and bigger when you got closer.
“There she is, my babygirl! I missed you so much all day, you have no idea!” he’d mumble against your skin as he hugs you tight.
having to meet in secret and keep your relationship hidden made each moment you spent together much more exciting
he had started getting cocky in bed as well;
“Bet your daddy doesn’t know you call me daddy too, huh?”
“Look at you, you’re my personal little slut, aren’t you babygirl?”
“You’re my dirty little secret, aren’t you?”
Or on nights when he just can't help himself, he'd sneak up into your room while your dad was out working late, or fast asleep
And he'd fuck you good in your bed;
Placing his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounds into you
"shh, don't wanna get caught now, do we babygirl?"
okay but mob!seb would spoil the hell out of his girl
to a point where it became hard for you to hide all the money and the gifts he gave you almost daily.
designer bags and shoes
endlessly shopping trips
cash
jewelry
a necklace with his last name on it which you had to hide under your shirts all the time
you’d hear your dad and his mates talking about your boyfriend often, and whenever they got a lead on him, you’d text him to let him know so he can watch out for the cops.
“marry me” Seb would tell you often, while in bed
or while driving around the city at night
or while eating junk food in his kitchen late at night
you’d always laugh and tell him, “My dad will kill you.”
and he’d just chuckle and reply with “Let’s run away then.”
you’d then tell him that your dad would shoot you if you ever did
“Well, that leaves me no choice but to steal you away from your dad.” he’d say, leaning in to kiss you.
you’d laugh and tell him he’s crazy.
“I’ll make you mine one day though baby, don’t you worry.” he’d kiss you again, as though sealing his promise.
“Hmm sure babe, sure. Drop me home for now, before my dad kills us both.”
Gally x fem! reader
Summary: The reader is afraid of thunders so Gally helps her with that. Kinda
Word count: 306
Warnings: none
Gally felt uncomfortable when your legs entangled with his under the covers. It was more than obvious that Gally had never experienced sleeping next to someone, so that gesture made him uncomfortable.
He tried to pull away a little, but you clung to his shirt and he gave up.
There were thunders at the glade and you could even see the sky light up from the lightning. You jumped up as thunder struck very close to the place where you were sleeping; you walked over to the boys’ sleeping area and, kicking Gally lightly, asked him to let you sleep with him
“It’s just a thunder, go back to sleep” he told you with no intention of leaving you a space next to him. However he noticed the fear in your eyes and clucking his tongue he made you some you space. “I guess we can sleep together just for tonight.”
You nodded and that’s where Gally knew he had made a mistake cuz immediately after you had fallen asleep, your whole body began to move closer to his and therefore invading his personal space. It didn’t bother him at all cause the contact felt good, but the feeling of sharing his things with someone else seemed a little awkward to him.
“Well” he said in a whisper “I guess everything mine is yours now.”
Then he felt the need to put one of his arms over your shoulders and another over your waist in a protective embrace, deciding that he would be there to take care of you always.
Your body was able to relax and soon the uncomfortable feeling was gone. You smiled between dreams and squeezed his body even tighter with yours.
Yeah, Gally could get used to that for the rest of his life.
Requested by the wonderful @ultraintrovertedgryffindor - the idea was just too cute. Plus, I’ve been dying to write something set in the Safe Haven, and this felt like the perfect opportunity! Enjoy!
It has been a few weeks since you and your friends arrived at the Safe Haven, and you were all gradually adjusting to the new chapter in your lives. It wasn’t remotely easy to put everything that’d happened behind you and move on, but you were doing your best to take it step by step. After all, what other choice did you have?
You were never alone, and you were thankful for that. You had your friends, who you knew would always be there to offer a shoulder to lean on and keep your mind from sinking. They were nothing short of family to you. But above all, you had Gally. The one person you loved the most in the world.
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Summary: Three times Y/N saved Jesper’s life and one time he almost didn’t save hers
Jesper was regretting approximately three things: His choice of drink, his choice of game and the fact he’d pissed Y/N off enough that she wouldn’t be coming to bail him out.
“Alright, listen, I do have your money,” Jesper said, standing up and slowly backing away from the table. “It’s just not on me right now.”
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i hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy (but it has some minor nsfw at towards the end!). enjoy :)
while loki is the god of mischief, and brings a little too much chaos with him practically everywhere he goes...
you and loki’s settled life together was anything but chaotic. it was pure tranquility in everyway possible
you were convinced this is what heaven was like
you and loki, once you two decided to settle down together, decided to leave the states
and so the two of you found the nicest place to live in ireland
with loki’s magic and what not, you two built a cottage in the middle of a beautiful, endless forest on a large hill
it was the kind where if you followed the path down the hill, it’d lead you to a lovely stream
sometimes you two would spot harmless wild animals pass through the area
there was not another home in sight, but if you walked a couple minutes up and over the other side of the hill, you’d find yourself amidst a gorgeous tiny town
full of locals, cute shops, bookstores, and more
every single morning, without fail, you’d wake up with the rising sun in your face coming in through the windows, before loki pressed a soft, warm kiss on your forehead
he’d make his way out (and you’d admire his shirtless back as he walked away) and into the kitchen, where he’d be awaiting you with a cup of tea or coffee
“good morning, darling” and he’d wait for a passionate kiss first before giving you your drink
every. single. morning.
your day to day routines would vary a little bit each day
sometimes you two would hop on your bikes, or walk into town hand-in-hand
you’d stop at a farmer’s market, as loki chose all of his favorite fruits
he’d pull you into the bookstore and would have you close your eyes as he gently dragged your pointer finger along the shelves until you said “stop”
he’d stop, pull out the book, and try to read to you the most romantic passage he could find in it
you blushed every single time.
little shit had such a way with words
you’d stop for some lunch or dessert at a local bakery nearby
if you were feeling really up to it, you and loki would catch a train and visit dublin, or perhaps go all the way to england for a weekend trip
your cottage had a long, winding garden out in the back, so some days you’d tend to it as loki was reading inside, or on the swinging bench
you had music playing while you worked out in the dirt, so you wouldn’t hear loki as he’d come behind you, grab you gently by the waist and kiss you so passionately, you’d drop your gardening tool on the grass
he’d chuckle at your funny gardening hat, kiss you once on the nose, and say “c’mon inside, love. i made tea. you deserve a break”
when it was rainy (which was more often than not), you two would sit outside on your swinging bench under a covered area, and just listen to the sweet sounds of nature
you’d lay your head in loki’s lap as he ran his cool fingers through your hair tenderly
“is this what true peace is?” you’d whisper, just barely over the pouring rain
loki would sigh contently, remembering all of the chaos, violence, and stress from his past. he’d take one loving glance at you, run his fingers over your cheek and say,
“i’ve never known peace until you.”
you smiled shyly, “i love you.”
“and i, you, darling. until the end of our days, and so on.”
“and so on...” you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of his touch
your absolute favorite pastime with loki, though: baths.
you two were very much fans of skin on skin, not even in a sexual way
loki would magic away the lights, leaving only the soft dim of candles lighting up the bathroom
he’d take you gently by the hand, discard you of the thin robe you were wearing, and carry you into the tub
you two would take turns shampooing and lathering one another. it was so quiet, so peaceful...it was almost meditative
the only sounds you’d let out were soft moans when his fingers would scratch just the right spot on your scalp. he’d laugh softly at that.
there was nothing more tranquil to him than the sounds you made
you’d lay on his chest until the water got cold, then he’d help dry you off and get into bed
but not before another long kiss
(a little nsfw) with you and loki’s home being in such a quiet, secluded place, you two ravished each other and made love almost any place you possibly could
he’d take you on the bed. in the bathtub. on the kitchen table after a candlelit dinner on your anniversary. in the living room while some old movie kept playing.
one time, you and loki had a romantic picnic out in your garden
and he ended up making love to you right there and then on the ground
every moment intimately spent together was nothing short of sweet whispers of affirmations, pleasureable moans, and pure passion
you and loki would also take advantage of the view, and you’d make your way down the hill, and sit by the stream late at night to star-gaze or watch the full moon
loki would point out the stars and tell you the history about them. and if he didn’t know it, you two would name it together
“you see those two stars over there? the ones that look almost...attached by the hip? we can call those after us.”
“you mean our names?”
“yes.”
“you fucking sap.” but you devoured him in a kiss anyways.
sometimes you and loki would turn on soft, intrumental music, and blast it in your living room
you’d walk in wearing a nice, long sundress that drove loki mad, holding two glasses of wine
and he’d pull you in close to him, and you two would sway in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours
when you two were tired, and ready for the day to be over, he’d pull you into him in bed, wrapping his arms around you
you’d press a warm kiss to his neck, and he’d leave one on your forehead. then you two would meet in the middle with a kiss on the lips.
you guys sleep with a window open, letting the sounds of nature filter through
as your eyes began to droop, loki whispers softly by your ear, sending light shivers through your body
“my little dove, i am yours forever.”
pure tranquility. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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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Tony punishing you after a mission
Riding Tony’s thigh
Loki being possessive
Bucky making you squirt for the 1st time
Hair pulling w/ iw!Steve
Daddy!Bucky w/ little!reader & little!Steve
Daddy!Bucky catching little!reader & little!Steve
Bucky + knife kink
Thor & tall!reader + manhandling
Sub!Tony w/ a humiliation kink
Riding Loki’s thigh
Loki w/ a daddy kink
Sub!Tony w/ puppy play
Bucky + kitten play
Tying Tony up
Trying kitten play w/ skinny!Steve
Charles speaking Italian while fucking you
Charles Blackwood + aftercare
Bucky comforts + fucks you after a nightmare
Nerd!Peter & cheerleader!reader 2 3
Thor w/ a king kink
Tony confronts you after hearing you moan his name
Honeymoon sex w/ Tony
Impatient Bucky pounding u into the ground
Humiliation kink w/ Bucky
Pegging sub!Steve for the first time
Stucky hazing Avengers recruit + water sports
Teaching sub!Wanda how to touch
Thundersheild overstimulating you
Rugby player!Thor fucking you while the team watches
SD!Steve edging you
Hc’s of Steve falling for his SB
Fucking Ari (TRSDR)
Dom!Tony x bratty!reader + punishment
Being obsessed with Thor’s abs
Nomad!Steve + punishment
Lance Tucker + breeding kink
Bucky & succubus!reader
Bucky + facefucking + degradation
Bruce + breeding kink
Sam + innocence kink + thigh riding 2
Ragnar + throne sex
Bucky + innocence kink
Steve & escort!reader
Barry using powers during sex + daddy kink
Mommy!peppernat x little!reader
Ivar has a king kink
Pegging Bucky
Daddy!bucky & little!reader
Pegging Steve
these porn ads really make my daily tumblr scrolls difficult & traumatizing asf
Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Requested: Nope
Warnings: None
Summary: Y/N doesn't know how to say no. And Chris doesn't like that.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Angry!Chris in this fic, kind of Naive!Reader... Enjoy
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Chris watched with a clenched jaw as the woman winced upon hearing her boss. He didn't like her boss, at all. "Y/N! Why haven't you made my coffee yet?" he screamed at her, despite standing only a few feet away from her. "I-I was… I was helping Peter…" she tried saying and Chris' hands balled into fists when the man took a few steps towards her, pointing a threatening finger in her face.
"Does he pay you? Huh? Are you his assistant? Now get lost and get me some coffee, fast! No excuses!" Teary-eyed after being screamed at, Y/N whirled around and walked out of the room. Chris wanted nothing more than to just grab that asshole's neck and squeeze until the life poured out of him. "Hey, everything okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his co-star, Michelle Dockery.
"I, uh, yeah… yeah, I'm fine, why?" Michelle didn't miss his grumpiness. "Come on, you were sitting there like you were imagining someone's murder," she snorted, plopping down on the couch next to him. "His," Chris huffed, nodding his head towards Y/N's boss who was speaking to one of the extras on set. "What did he do?" Michelle frowned and turned to look as well.
"That man does not know how to treat his assistant."
It was the last week of filming Defending Jacob. Y/N had caught Chris' eye on his first day at work; she had him wrapped around her finger in the first week. She was super beautiful, very polite, kind and helpful. She cracked funny jokes and whenever she entered a room, it seemed to get a little brighter and livelier. Chris wanted to ask her out, but chickened out whenever he tried to approach her.
They hadn't talked, ever. Sure, sometimes he'd catch her looking in his direction during breaks and in-between shoots, but he never thought anything of it. He was Chris Evans, people were gonna stare. But, in the first month of filming, Chris realized that the woman had a bad habit— she didn't know how to say no. Ever. She never, ever said no to anyone. And that annoyed him.
Y/N, can you come here for a bit?
She would get up without question, and follow the voice. He once saw her sitting down for a quick lunch and she had only had one bite before someone called for her. And he had watched as she kept her lunch away and walked towards the person. That had made him unbelievably angry, because even after her work, she didn't eat. She gave up on lunch. He had come very close to talking to her that day.
His pent up frustration increased day-by-day, as more and more people started using Y/N's overly helpful nature to their advantage. He noticed how she ran around from place to place all day, how she'd practically collapse on a seat the moment she got a break and would softly groan when she heard her name not even 15 seconds later. And the worst part? None of the people she helped were polite.
Once, he saw Y/N helping someone with her dress and the moment the job was done, the other woman had walked away without a word, talking to some of her friends. He saw how Y/N had just stared at the woman, blinking, expecting a thank you but receiving nothing in return. He noticed the disappointed sigh she heaved after and left to do her other work. That incident had just made him want to hold her and never let go.
That brought them to today. Chris and Michelle dropped the topic and chatted about something else until he saw her from the corner of his eye. Then he turned to see her fully, watching as Y/N handed the cup of coffee to her boss. That man had the audacity to give her a glare before he walked away, sipping on the coffee. This time, even Michelle noticed, and her jaw dropped.
"What?! That bastard!" she exclaimed as a teardrop rolled down Y/N's cheek. Chris' heart broke at the sight, his eyes closing when someone behind him shouted her name. Her hand instantly flew up to wipe her tears and she smiled to herself before turning in his direction. And for a brief moment, their eyes met. She gave him a quick smile before jogging past him towards the person who asked for her.
He couldn't even smile back.
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"Cut! Break time."
Chris eased out of his tense position and rolled his shoulders before walking away, trying to find a seat. His feet ached from standing. He soon found a seat and sat down, taking out his phone. He went over some texts, until he heard her name being called. Then his head snapped up, because the person who had called for her was her boss. He glanced around until he saw her a few feet away from him.
She had her headphones in and was holding her phone horizontally, which made him realize that she was either watching YouTube, a show or a movie. And she was on her break. "Yes?" Y/N replied, taking out her headphones. "Get me another cup of coffee," the boss mentioned offhandedly, "It's my break." Chris glared at that. Make it yourself, asshole.
"But sir, it's my break too…" Y/N insisted softly. And without knowing, Chris' feet carried him towards the two. "So? I pay you, Y/L/N, there's no need to be such a brat. I'll have you fired in no time, you— Mr Evans?" Everyone around them froze as Chris placed his arm on Y/N's shoulder, darkly glaring at her boss. "She told you she's on a break," he spoke coldly. "Mr Evans—"
And the knot inside him finally broke.
"She's on a fucking break! Let her get some rest! She has been running around all day, doing things for your lazy butts—" he addressed everyone loudly, "—and none of you even thank her! Do you know what an angel she is? She continues helping you even after you treat her like scum! It's just some fucking coffee, if you're on a break, make it yourself! For God's sake, leave the woman alone! All of you, if I ever, ever hear her name being called around here again, it's over. I'll make sure you're off the set before you can even say sorry. Now get lost!"
He didn't mean to be so loud, nor so angry. But it just happened, months of frustration, months of anger released all at once. Y/N's boss stared at Chris for a few seconds, blinking, before muttering a quiet sorry and leaving. Everyone silently got back to work as Chris took in some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. That's when he felt a small hand covering his.
He looked down and saw Y/N smiling at him, tears wantonly running down her cheeks. "Thank you so much," she whispered and his heart raced. "Absolutely no problem, darling. They were the assholes, using you to their advantage like that, so fucking disrespectfully… You have got to learn how to say no," he chuckled, dropping his hand from her shoulder. "I do, don't I?" she hummed, her lips twitching in shame.
"We'll work on it, I promise." He gently cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Y/N gulped, trying her best to hide the effect his touch had on her. She had a crush on him, but like, who didn't? "How? It's the last week of filming," she pointed out with a small, sarcastic laugh. "It doesn't have to be the last week of us talking. How about we have dinner tonight, 8?"
Was he actually asking her out?!
"Yeah, yeah 8 sounds good," she replied near instantly and he gave her an amused smile. "Great. I'll meet you later, okay?" As he started walking away, she called out, "Mr Evans! My number!" And he walked back to her. They exchanged numbers, sent each other "hi" to make sure they had the correct number and Chris walked away again, ready to film the last scene of the day.
He was in an unusually good mood, having finally asked her out. She said yes.
He was also pleased at the end of the day, not having heard Y/N's name being called out even once after his outburst. Sure, after her break, some people had requested her assistance but they talked politely to her, saying thank you when she was done and smiling. Chris approved of that, after all, it was her job.
And, in the blink of an eye, it was 7:30 pm.
Chris was at home, fixing his hair. They had agreed to meet at his place, not wanting the media to find out. There, he had already ordered some pizzas and had beer ready, a movie paused on the TV. Chris finished messing with his hair and went downstairs, quickly patting Dodger's head. He sat on the couch and waited, busy scrolling through Twitter until he heard the doorbell ring.
When he opened the door, he saw Y/N. And his breath caught in his throat; she looked absolutely stunning dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a cute little smile plastered on her face. "May I come in?" she laughed a bit when he just stood there, staring at her in awe.
It turned out to be a really good date, the perfect start to a perfect relationship.
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