#Goodnight Robicheaux x Reader

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Goodnight Robicheaux x fem!reader

title: bottled up emotions, whiskey lullaby

warnings: pregnancy, labor pains, blood, fluff that'll make you cry

a/n: sorry, this has to be done. definition of real romance. i love this and I hope you like it too, sorry for typos, with love.

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It was getting dark, too dark and too dangerous for us to continue back to the town on the horses. He insisted we stopped and start a fire near the tree, laying a blanket down for me. It was a windy out but it wasn't too cold. And there were coyotes yelling in the distance, he had his gun ready beside him as he smoked his cigar. 

I settled to sit on the blanket close to him next to the fire, having some issues due to how big I was, he chuckled at this. "Youre gettin' quite big." 

I smile a little, looking at the fire. "You think a baby out here would be better than one around lots of other people?"

Goodnight sighs a little, smiling, the smoke came out fo his mouth, "if you're worried about the rest of that town hearing your howls I'm sure they'd understand." His voice was soft.

I shake my head, "not that, it's the fact that it's so peaceful out here."

"If you think this, out here is a good place for birth then you say the words darlin'." I smile and leaned a little to give him a kiss, he leaned forward too and gave my lips a soft touch. It was only after a while that i stood up, brushing off my dress, he tilted his head and looked up at me, taking his hat off. "What's the matter?" 

I look at him, "I feel funny." 

He smirked, "funny? Is it the baby?" 

I nod a little, placing my hands on my bump. "It feels different." He stood up, he got to me and put his hands on each of my arms.

"If you have any pain tell me." He stood over me. His crystal blue eyes lit up in the fire. I look up at him, all the sudden I felt a small amount of pain got me scared, so scared I gripped his arms. "Sweetheart...?"

In that moment, it happens. The waters from me soaked the dirt below me and he looks down, he noticed the dampness and looked back to me, a small smile, sweet and concerned but not too concerned to scare me. "Well would you look at that." 

I exhaled shakily and he put one of his hands on the side of my belly and the other on my back, "shh, shh, shh."

"I can't, I.. I can't." I lowered myself back onto the blanket and so did he.

"Now, you listen here. You're a strong, brave woman and I need you to remember that I'm going to be here the whole damn time." His voice was stern but soft, he never forgot his word.

I nod a little, holding onto his hand, "just don't let me go." I was shaky, tears falling down my cheeks.

He smiled and wiped my tears with the stroke of his thumb. "Theres my beautiful girl." I grip onto him as a contraction set in, making me do nothing but cry out, he smiled sadly and comfortingly as I did and whispered in my ear as he held me close. "That's it." 

I groaned loudly and held onto him till it ended, leaving me already exhausted and panting, he rubbed my back as my head was pressed to his chest. It was a painful experience for sure and he knew that, he's always known that. His gray beard brushes against my soft cheek but it was a comforting feeling, a feeling I needed. 

As the contractions continued there wasn't anything but my yells, cries, and screams. He wanted some way to calm me a little though he didn't want me to stop doing something so natural. "Sweetheart, do you hear that?" He whispered softly.

I look at him, my face glowing with sweat as the fire flickered, "mmh." I moan softly as he kisses my forehead and smiled down at me.

"Those mountains echoing back at us like a choir." I cried out once again, hearing that echo he spoke about. He gently rubbed my back in a soothing motion and made sure I was comfortable till I needed to start pushing, which didn't take long. 

He let me lean back on him and held each of my hands, kissing my temple and whispering in my ear as I pushed, pressing up against him. "That's it." He put some wet locks behind my ear.

I screamed out and grip his hands even tighter before I was able to rest. His eyes swelled with tears when I cried his name. "Robicheaux!" 

He rocked me gently, his lips resting on the top of my head as tears fell from his eyes, "that's my girl, that's my beautiful girl." 

I cried out again, gripping his hands tight and leaning against him. He moved the rim of my dress upwards of my thighs before he gentle held one of his hands under it. "Almost there. Push!"

I cried aloud and pressed my back against him, he laughed softly as he realized how absolutely amazing it was, how incredible it is to see the woman he loved give birth to his child. And when I gave that last push he helped me lift my baby up onto my chest.

The baby crying loudly, Robicheaux touched the babys head gently before grabbing cloth from his back pocket and cleaned the baby's face from the blood. Robicheaux smiled and brushed my damp hair back, "oh sweet thing. You did it." 

I cried, holding our crying baby close, "I couldn't have done it without you." 

"It's a girl." He laughed with complete joy. I smiled, tears in my eyes and sweat in my forehead. His eyes all glossy as he continued to wipe the babys face gently. He gently took the baby and wrapped her up all warm and cozy, kissing the top of my head and carefully pulled me closer to him putting my dress down over my legs. 

Through the rest of the night it wasn't hard for me to get to sleep. Though the blessing was still there, the happiness and the beautiful sight of the new born in my husbands arms. The baby's cries were the most beautiful thing to hear, it was life and he knew that better than anyone. 

As he held me close with our wrapped up baby in my arms he touched the baby's head again, brushing through her thin hair and seeing how peaceful she was sleeping, he chuckled. "Seems like she's exhausted." 

I smile softly, my eyes exhausted. "She's so small..." 

Robicheaux stroked my hair back and kissed my temple, "she's beautiful like her mother..." I rest my head on his chest once again and held our sleeping daughter in my arms. 

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Hi, same anon who asked before! Can I please request Goody with a female reader who’s secretly a witch and a member of the seven and he finds out when she uses magic during a fight and takes out like ten guys at once? Thanks so much ❤️❤️

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Witches are not real. We love stories, all of us, tall tales and fables and legends too, but they’re not real. No matter how many times your older cousins whisper things to you under the cover of nightfall, terrible, twisted imaginings about elderly crones with raven familiars or eternally youthful enchantresses compelled to grind the bones of wrongdoers, we know they are not real. The glow of the firelight makes you think they could be real, but they are, at the end of the day, just stories. Stories, and nothing more.

Witches are real, because you are. There is no telling how it happened, what combination of full moons and thirteenth Fridays, black cats and broken mirrors, all manifested to make you what you are. We are a product of what we need. Perhaps your family needed the protection that a normal daughter could not bring. Perhaps they just deserved the curse of you. No one can tell for sure.

You grew up in a small town, same as everyone else’s but wonderfully original, too. The lanterns that swayed when a cold wind blew in were a particular shade of muted gold known only to you, the floors creak in a tune that no one else would hear quite like you did. Backcountry village dwellers know the clopping of new hoofs, the signal of a newcomer, and they know how the sun beats down on your back after a long day of work, but they’ll never know your particular shade of it.

It was a quiet upbringing, for the most part. Your mother raised you right, and turned a blind eye when you took to foraging in the woods for plants and stones she did not recognize. She wasn’t too pleased about the whole affair at first, but then one of the younger boys across the street broke her favorite ceramic jug, the one her mother had made. You fixed it with a few muttered words and a twist of your wrist, and after that your specific brand of devilry was allowed in the house so long as no one else saw it.

No child likes to hide away forever, though, not when they feel there’s nothing about them unduly wrong. Perhaps the devil himself had chosen to make you a little more than human, or perhaps the angels lingered too long over your cradle when you were a baby, but regardless of the source, you were still you, still good, and you didn’t see why that warranted the need to forever live in shame and fear of discovery.

You came close one night. You were old enough to outgrow your mother but too young to match her wisdom. In an attempt to help your family, you were almost discovered while trying to turn the smallish squirrel one of your brothers caught into something better, something that could feed all of you. One of the neighbors had decided to do a little poking around at the time you were spellcasting, and that little glimpse could have cost you everything. 

They never saw anything outright suspicious, but it was too close, and the prospect of a witch hunt wouldn’t do you any good out here when no one would speak up for you. People don’t like girls with mouths to run. No one would defend such a witch from the flame.

If the town will not protect the girl, then the girl will protect herself. You ran far away, far enough away that no one had heard your name and certainly didn’t care to listen to it. You find work here and there, never quite enough pay to make you settle in one place but enough to keep you alive. You pass from village to village, city to city, and somehow along the way, you find a little place called Rose Creek.

It’s not a marvel by any means. This is a town. You have seen many of its kind before, countless iterations of the same style of brick and mortar and abandoned hopes for better things. The faces are new, the people down on different kinds of luck, but it’s largely the same as always. You were planning on repeating your usual schedule of sticking around for a few months before hitting the road again lest someone discover you, but then you hear about the situation they’ve got going on and you decide otherwise.

A man named Sam Chisholm is putting together a plan to release Rose Creek from some kind of mining tycoon. He’s asking for every able hand to pitch in, something you hear about when you ride in later that night. Over time, you’ve had to learn how to defend yourself from a great many sharp-eyed bullies who’ve found you out, so your marksmanship is as good as any hired gun. 

You find Sam’s main group sitting around a table at a nearby saloon and decide to offer up your services. Doing good makes you feel better, eases the heavy burden that always seems to press against your ribs after too many long nights. When you have gifts like yours and you don’t use them to help, it’s as good as aiding the enemy.

The men take your offer about as expected. One of them, a cocky hotshot you later learn is called Faraday, actually starts laughing. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chokes out between guffaws, “I don’t think you’re made for the front lines. Maybe you can help get the rest of the women and children to safety, though?”

You arch a brow. The rest of the group has the decency to shake their heads and look away, avoiding eye contact. “Alright,” you tell him coolly, “Just to ease my temper, though, would y’want to engage in a bit of a shooting contest? Since we’re so far from the front lines now, I’m sure I’ll survive somehow.”

Faraday grins and agrees to your challenge in a heartbeat, smirking over at his friends like he isn’t stressed about losing in the slightest. One of the men looks like he might have to disagree with Faraday’s bravado, though. He’s a little older than the man rolling his eyes as he heads out to the targets outside the saloon, and looks at you with a smile you’re pretty sure is with you instead of just at your expense.

This second man chuckles a little to himself, takes a swallow of the drink in front of him, and tells you to make Faraday wager on the contest, just so your opponent can embarrass himself a little more. You laugh at that, raising your hand in mock salute before joining Faraday outside the saloon. The rules of the shooting contest are agreed upon; three targets from increasingly far distances, closest to the center wins.

Five rounds later, Faraday’s swears increase in volume as he loses progressively more money, and you’re sitting at Sam Chisholm’s table, discussing the group’s plan to rid Rose Creek of its rather oppressive hosts. You learn the names and attitudes of all those at the table, including the one who’d known you’d win from the start.

Goodnight Robicheaux is not what you’d expected of him. You’ve heard stories of an ex-soldier with a gift for bloodthirst, as the so-called Angel of Death is a tale that’s spread far and wide even without Goodnight’s input, but you hadn’t expected the actual man behind the myth to be quite like him. Goody’s nice, a decent man and a better shot, but you wouldn’t connect the name with the body unless someone told you. Goodnight doesn’t like showing off with a gun.

In fact, he doesn’t like touching a weapon at all. You can tell that it’s starting to rankle Faraday and the rest of the men from Rose Creek who’ve agreed to help out– here you have a legend of the war, and he won’t even look at a gun– but Goodnight steadfastly refuses to give in to their not so silent pressure. He offers advice and has promised to help liberate the town, but he will not become the man of such fear and admiration.

You have to respect it. Although you haven’t asked Goody why he won’t shoot a round with the rest, you can guess as to why. Death doesn’t come easy to everyone. This man is a soldier. Was a soldier. He knows what it is to hate what you are. You can understand that better than anyone.

Maybe that’s why the two of you have gotten along so well. You talk when you want to, swap stories when you wish it, but when the nights get long and neither of you can sleep for memories both of you want to hide, you can find him pacing the streets of the town, and you know that you are not alone. Sometimes you walk for miles in the silence, and you have never felt more secure.

The day of the attack sneaks up on you. Bogue’s men show up on the horizon, too many, too strong, but Rose Creek won’t waver and neither will you. You all have your places to be so this mad plan can be orchestrated, so when the sun starts to flood across the sky, you hurry to your station, ready your gun, and prepare your mind to die.

You swore to yourself that you would not use magic during this fight. You don’t need your spells, not really; you’ve long since learned that it’s safer to use a gun to fight off attackers, so you trust your aim in cases like this. The benefit of magic, though, is its strength. Picking off enemy fighters one by one with a gun is nothing compared to how simple it would be to pull up energy from the ground and condemn a dozen men to their graves in the span of half a second.

You can feel it gnawing at you throughout the fight, the knowledge of how easy it would be to end it all. Is it not a sort of betrayal to your friends, to have the capacity to save them all the faster but refuse to use it? You are helping them with your guns right now, but could it ever be enough?

You will not use your spells. You cannot. You should not. Bogue’s men seem to pour out of every cavity in every wall, a thousand rats in a plague upon your friends. If this is your last stand, so be it. It is a good thing to die for a good cause. Better when you’ve spent your whole life running in the hopes of finding something like it.

There is one thing you cannot accept, however, and that is the death of someone you care about. It is one thing to rationalize your own self-sacrifice, but when you look across the battlefield and realize that the bullets of a Gatling gun are about to speed across town and wreck the very church steeple in which Goodnight and Billy are stationed in, the shock and fear of it cuts you like a blade to the heart. 

There is no time, none at all. The trigger has already been pulled. There is nothing any man could do to save them, not up there. You will have the perfect view as they fall from all the way up there. And you look up at him, up on the steeple, and you know that he is not coming down. Not unless you do something. Not unless you do it now.

Nothing no man could do. You are no regular man. It is the easiest thing in the world to think of what you wish. The magic responds instantly, tugging away from your fingers and into the earth. It’s like it’s been waiting this whole time, begging to be used. Clouds of dust rise up from the streets, forming a perfect circle around the church. Then, in a flash, they move out, blocking everything in their path. The bullets ricochet off, finding new targets in the sides of buildings and even enemy soldiers. You count a dozen downed fighters, maybe more than that, all having previously aimed to kill your friends. All dead now.

The Gatling gun goes silent. All is quiet for a moment. You see silhouettes shifting up in the church steeple, and even from this distance, you recognize Goody when he stands and stares at you. Your hands are raised. No one else had been focused on the steeple except for you. There is no proof that you could do something like that, but he does not need proof to explain what he feels, what he knows right now.

We do not ask questions when impossible things happen. Not when they are good. When a bullet that should have struck you right between your eyes somehow curves and misses you mid flight, you praise the Lord instead of asking why. When you swear you caught two fish but there are four flopping there on the bank the next time you blink, you only admire the fine meal you have before you. They could have known you were a witch, all of them. Odds are they did. You don’t ask, though. None of us do. 

Goodnight asks. He waits until the battle is over, until it is won, until the only danger comes from him knowing and you not being able to tell how he will react. He times it so you almost think you’ll get away without him putting two and two together, and then he turns to you, muffled by the din of victorious conversation, and asks, “It was you that saved us, wasn’t it?”

You shrug, looking away with a pointed determination. “I’d say that’s a pretty strong compliment. We all helped as much as we could, you know. Saying that I specifically saved you ignores the rest.”

Goody shakes his head. “You know what I’m talking about. Bullets can’t bounce off of thin air. Unless, of course, someone makes them.”

Your fingers are perfectly still on the table in front of you. “I don’t know how that would happen.”

“Neither do I,” Goody says quietly, “And I’ve decided that it’s not important to me that I do know. What’s important to me is that whoever saved us risked their life to do so. Secrets like that can be deadly. If you ever find out who diverted those bullets, I’d like you to thank them for me.”

You risk a glance his way. Goodnight’s looking fondly at his friends gathered on the other side of the table– a round of cards has started up already, even though the only deck they have has been riddled severely by bullet holes– but that smile, that smile is for you. You know it. He does too.

“It might have been me,” you whisper.

He looks over at you at last. “I’m glad it was,” he tells you. “I’m glad it was you.”

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Headcanons: Taking care of each other when you're sick (Goodnight Robicheaux)

Headcanons: Taking care of each other when you're sick (Goodnight Robicheaux)

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @starlit-epiphany A/n: You only requested taking care of Goodnight when he is sick, but I thought I'd add the other way around as well, since it would be way too short otherwise

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Taking Care of Him:

Goodnight likes to relax, but he HATES being sick.

So when he has to stay in bed, he get's restless, especially if he is alone.

Constantly wanting you to stay in the room with him so he can talk to you or play cards.

If he can't talk then you read to him, just to keep his mind busy.

If he is very sick, fever and all, you don't need him to ask you to stay with him.

You will have a cool wet rag that you often wipe his brow with.

You bring him medicine and food.

No matter how bad he feels, it does not stop him from flirting with you, or complimenting and thanking you for taking care of him.

He wakes up to see you leaning over him, dabbing his brow.

"Have I died and gone to heaven?"

"Shut up and eat your soup."

You taking care of him makes him incredibly grateful, and resembles the closest thing to a domestic life he can get. Which he loves the idea of, especially with you.

You bring fresh flowers into the room every few days and he can't help but smile at you, eyes full of love and admiration.

Sometimes, only sometimes, he may act sick for a few days longer just because he loves seeing you care so much for him (and he wants an excuse to stay at home with you)

Taking Care of You:

Goodnight relishes in the idea of you being dependent on him.

Not in a toxic way of course, but in a "I get to tease, and take care of the love of my life" kind of way.

He is very good at cooking food around a campfire in the middle of no where, but a bit clueless in an actual kitchen.

So the soup you get is either tasteless, or way too salty.

But you appreciate the gesture, and eat it all, knowing that it was made with all the love in the world.

Goodnight also lies that he gets to pay you back for the times when you took care of him, either when he was injured or sick.

He will gently wash your head and neck if you are sweating from a fever.

If you have loner hair, he will brush and braid it for you, keeping out of your face.

He will sit by your bedside the whole time, reading to you, talking you stories or singing you songs.

Goodnight will also bring you flowers and pastries from the local shop to cheer you up.

When you get better, he still act's a bit protective, and doesn't let you overdo it, in case you might fall sick again.

xx

Sorry it's so short, but I hope you like it :)

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Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

"CouNtRy bOY I lOvE YoUu"

Just a quick oneshot for my lovely Ethan Hawke simps

This is not how you'd thought you'd be spending your night. Maybe take a relaxing ride on your horse but no, instead you were riding a cowboy.

Nothing but loud moans and unholy sounds could be heard from your barn, not the most romantic setting but you didn't care. This was to good to wait.

Goodnight sat on an old crate, legs spread while you sat on his lap bouncing on his cock.

You moaned as you continued riding his cock, hitting your sweet spot every time. Your hands were gripping his shoulders trying to steady yourself. You were on cloud nine and so was he.

"Oh Goodnight~" "Your doing amazing sweetheart" he said gripping your hips so hard his nails left an imprint in your flesh.

You smashed your lips onto his hungerly and he slid his tongue into your mouth hitting your teeth on his. This was nothing gentle, just pure need and lust.

You bit down on his bottom lip causing him to quickly slap your ass, letting a breathy moan out from the surprise contact.

"Such a pretty noise" he slapped your ass again "Don't stop."

He moved from your lips to your neck leaving marks all the way down and biting you hard enough to let a small droplet of blood run down your neck which he quickly licked up.

The feeling of his tongue was enough to make you come undone. He rutted his hips up making a slap noise against your ass. "Goodnight-" "You like that sweetheart, you like me being rough with you?" He asked slapping you ass hard.

"Yes-Yes I love it!" You said practically screaming from pleasure.

He grabbed your neck bringing you into a sloppy, needy kiss that was almost all tongue. He always tasted like whisky and it always left you wanting another taste.

You were close and you could tell he was too by the way he kept rutting his hips hitting your cervix every thrust.

"Goodnight I-I'm close" you said between moans. "Almost there angel." He said as he continued to ruthlessly thrust up into you.

You entangle your hands in his short hair and around his neck gripping tightly as that familiar knot formed I your stomach.

After a few more thrusts you came screaming his name and digging your nails into his neck so hard it left a mark.

He continued thrusting letting the two of you ride your high giving one last, long kiss.

You rested your forehead against his both catching your breath as sweat rolled down you.

"You enjoy yourself beautiful?" He asked with a smirk, you swatted his shoulder letting out a dry laugh "Yes I did Mr. Robicheaux." You said playing with the collar of his now ruined shirt.

He quickly kissed you on the nose and lifted you gently off of his cock. He quickly scooped you up bridal style catching you by surprise "How could you still have energy?" You asked giggling.

"Your so damn pretty, how could I not have energy after seein' you?"

He carried you out of the barn and into your house, holding you close to his chest. He still smelled good, like a mix of mint and sweat.

He carried you into your bedroom and gently placed you down on the bed. His hand lingered and traced it's way up your jaw and to your chin, lifting your head up to look at him.

"What?" You said. "Nothing, can't I just look at my beautiful girl?" He said with a genuine smile, not the sarcastic one like usual, but a genuine, loving smile. It made your heart flutter.

He left the room and brought back a damp rag and gently cleaned you up taking in the shape of your body once more.

He threw the rag into the hallway and gave you a nightgown that was draped over your bed frame.

"Such a gentleman" you said laying back on the bed with your arms spread out over your head.

"Ya know, it's getting late, it be a shame if you had to ride all the way to town." You said patting the spot next to you. He sighed and with a tired smile. He took of his clothes leaving him in just his boxers and plopped down next to you.

You roles over and curled up next to him inhaling his scent a final time. "Buenos Noches Goodnight" "Goodnight sweetheart"

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[wayward-persephone]

Okay but this looks so fun! 💙

put three names & a number in my ask

some fmk alternatives

stab, shoot or drown

fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with

watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with

netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

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DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

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Goodnight Robicheaux

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Catcher Block

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PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[katehawke]

We need more stories!

[im-his-druidess]

Yeeessss

He hasn’t felt the touch of a woman in so long, the screams and gunfire of the battlefield haunting his every waking (and sleeping) moment and your shy glances and gentle demeanor leaves him aching for you.

It doesn’t take long for him to charm your dress up to your hips, your shy kisses making him groan into your mouth, and your quiet gasps and grasping hands leaves him completely desperate. His thrusts are frantic as he chases his pleasure inside you and, by the time he spills deep inside your clenching pussy, he’s already decided that he will definitely have you again.  

[wayward-persephone]

YOU ARE TOO SWEET!!! 😭💙😭💙

To my lovely followers who like Ethan Hawke! I wanted to do a shout out to three of my good friends who also write for his characters- please check them out, they are so talented.

@wayward-persephone - she does content for a plethora of Ethan Characters as well as some slashers on her main blog @lovely-cryptid

@mandowifey- For the love of god if you like Ray Harris go read her (so far) two part series about him…but grab an extra pair of panties. She has other Ethan content as well🤍

@dancingisdangerouss - last but NOT least…Penny. If you are looking for a depraved but deeply talented long fic writer…look no further. She has her work on Ao3, but you can navigate through her blog!

I shouldnt have to say this but please be respectful and kind to these writers and to any writer you come across on here…they are people and have lives so please don’t hound them for new content🤍

Much love!!!

-Nora

[heliads]

YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I’M SO HAPPY, AHHHHH!!!

Okay, so I’ve had a few ideas for requests to send in to you, but of course my first one is for The Magnificent Seven!! I would like to request my beloved Goodnight Robicheaux with a gender-neutral reader in a modern AU, where Goody’s a veteran moving into a small town and opening up a shooting range after retiring from the military (and maybe the rest of the Seven are his old friends from when he served), and he falls in love with the town librarian? Basically just kind of a cute Hallmark movie-style Southern romance. <3

Thanks in advance, bestie, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤

'a new story' - goodnight robicheaux

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If there’s any place to meet somebody, it would have to be the public library. Every day, from the moment you open the doors to the minute they’re closed in the evening, you witness a steady parade of all kinds of people here on all kinds of business. There’s the usual crowd of exhausted parents with exuberant kids in the childrens’ section, then the frantic researchers, the laptop-laden students. There’s always a good-sized group on the computers, not to mention the people picking up their holds or perusing the endless aisles. Always the same story. Always the same faces.

As one of the head librarians, you’ve had plenty of years to study the constant cycle of customers. You’ve had time to watch kids grow into teenagers and leave for university, plus the steady progression of literary tastes, like when avid science fiction fans start to reach for the nonfiction titles instead of just their favorite series. This means that you know most of the regulars pretty well. It also means that, when a stranger comes to town, it’ll be sooner or later before they drop by the library.

It’s a small town. Gossip spreads faster than the morning news. You’ve heard word of a house sold on one of the eastern roads of town, then a score of empty cardboard boxes piled in the front yard as its new inhabitant moved in. Although you’ve yet to see the newcomer for yourself, rumor has it that he’s a kind-looking man who tends to stick to himself. He’s supposedly opening up a shooting range on the far side of town, which would agree with the pre-conceived notion that he’s a military veteran returning from service.

A few of your friends have taken it upon themselves to go on drives together that coincidentally end up past the newcomer’s house. You’ve never joined one of those reconnaissance missions, despite their urging; why bother? At some point, he’ll end up crossing your threshold. The library’s a core part of your small town. Everyone comes here eventually.

This inevitability is apparently not a belief shared by your friends. They roll their eyes and tease you about your distaste for snooping, but happily relate their intel anyway. The man’s name is Goodnight Robicheaux, likely a nickname from his military days. They’ve invited him to a few social events along with the rest of the town, but he rarely shows up, and on the odd occasion that he is there, will only linger for a few minutes before leaving again. They would scorn him for it, but it’s obvious that the man is quite shy, so his absence can’t be blamed on any disinclination for the town.

Your patience is rewarded a week or two after Goodnight’s arrival to town when he darkens the door of the library one sunny morning. You’re at the circulation desk, as per usual, so you have the perfect view of the front door when he shows up. The man must be Goodnight; you know everyone else, so you can’t resist a few curious glances snuck his way. Silver occasionally threads through his dark hair, and his eyes continuously scan the room, as if searching for someone hiding in the shadows.

Goodnight hesitates by the door, looking as if he’d like to approach your desk but a little too wary to commit to the task. You’re trying to decide whether you should wave at him or something, but you’re interrupted by a young girl running up to your desk to ask where she can find books on rocket ships.

You answer her with a smile, listening to all of her eager facts about outer space before pointing her to the childrens’ science section and giving her a call number scrawled down on a Post-It note so she can find a few books. This little encounter must win you over in Goodnight’s mind, because you can see him smiling at the scene out of your peripheral vision, and once the little girl leaves, he takes her place in front of the circulation desk.

“‘Morning,” he says cautiously.

“Good morning,” you return, “You must be Goodnight.”

The corners of his lips flick up into a grin, and it occurs to you that you probably shouldn’t know this, having never met him before today. “I think you’re a little more acquainted with me than I am.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look at the desk in front of you, it’s less triumphant than his smile. “My apologies. Gossip flies around here.”

“Oh, I can understand that,” he says. “I’ll accept your apology, but only if you give me your name, too. I reckon it would be unfair if you knew me but I didn’t know you. It’s hardly a proper way to start a friendship.”

You risk a glance up towards him, but his smile is warm this time, so you give him a smile in return. “I’d like that very much. My name is Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

He nods. “Y/N L/N. Lovely name. It suits you.”

You laugh. “Do you flirt with every stranger you meet?”

“Only the nice ones,” he supplies.

“I’ll take that,” you allow. “What can I do for you today, Mr. Robicheaux?”

“Call me Goodnight, please,” he insists, “And I’d love to sign up for a library card, if that wouldn’t cause you too much trouble. There are a couple of books I’d like to check out on running a small business. It can’t hurt to stay informed.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” you breeze, rummaging through your desk for the application form and a pen.

Goodnight retreats to a nearby table to fill out the form, although he returns to you straight away, and the two of you end up talking for far longer than is strictly necessary to turn in the form. You’ve just met him, but you’re already quite fond of his company. He’s got a certain cadence to his words that gives you the sense that he’s choosing them carefully, like he needs every syllable to be perfect so he can win you over. It makes you feel important, and although every new man in town probably wants to make a good first impression, you swear Goodnight is trying extra hard with you.

Eventually, he’s forced away for business, and he tells you his farewells with no small amount of reluctance. You watch him leave, one hand propping up your chin so you can pine appropriately.

One of your coworkers swings by, eyeing the closing door with intrigue. “You know, I think that’s the longest conversation he’s had with anyone here. Interesting.”

“If you consider other people’s day-to-day conversations interesting, I suppose it would be,” you say crisply, choosing to fix up a stack of bookmarks on the corner of the circulation desk instead of meeting her fascinated gaze.

The other librarian laughs. “I do when the two of you are flirting that much. I didn’t realize working up front gave you that much invitation for good-looking men to smile at you like that, or I would have tried to switch positions with you ages ago.”

“That’s your loss,” you laugh, but you can’t help a proud smile from lingering on your lips. 

You quite like the idea of Goodnight sticking by you the longest, even if it probably means nothing. The idea that it could mean something is quite exciting to you. The reason for that is, of course, pointless to describe, but the aftereffects are nothing short of captivating.

When a week passes by without a single sight of the man, though, you’re starting to think that you may have misread things after all. Just when you’re giving up the last of your hopes of a meet-cute situation, the bell over the door chimes and into the library walks Goodnight Robicheaux. Smiling. Looking directly at you. 

Unable to help yourself, you smile back at home. Ignoring the aisles of books on either side of him, Goodnight walks to you and stops on the other side of the circulation desk, hands in his pockets. 

“So,” he says.

“So,” you repeat.

He gives you a look of faint, humored consternation before continuing. “I tried coming in here once before, you know. You weren’t there.”

“I apologize on behalf of my schedule,” you smile. “I’m sorry to have missed you.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says hastily. “I just didn’t want you thinking that I didn’t try to come sooner. We’re both busy, that’s all.”

“That we are,” you agree. “I’m glad to see you back, though. If that counts for anything.”

Goodnight’s face comes alive with a smile. “It does. Say, since we’re both so busy, how about I get to know you outside of work? I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime, if that’s not too forward of me.”

You do your best to maintain a straight face, but it’s hard not to let a beaming smile slip through. “I’d like that a lot, Goodnight.”

“Good,” he says, looking relieved, “Good. How about Friday night? I can pick you up.”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “What about if I come to you? I’d like to see your range, if that’s alright.”

Judging by the proud look in his eyes, that’s more than alright with him. “I’d like nothing more,” he admits.

You think that you would quite happily stay there talking all day, but you’re called away soon enough on librarian business, and Goodnight has to return to his range, and so the two of you are split up again. This time, though, the parting is sweeter than before, because you know you’re going to see him again soon.

Friday can’t come quickly enough. You put on your finery and catch a ride to Goodnight’s shooting range. You haven’t actually been here before, too scared to show up without him inviting you and be obvious in your need to be around him, so you’re glad for the excuse to walk around.

It’s fairly obvious that you’re not dressed for shooting, so you linger in the lobby instead of going too far inside. One of the employees is lingering by the reception desk, his black hair pulled into a knot near the top of his head. He’s talking to a woman behind the counter, but he straightens up when he sees you.

“Hi,” you say cautiously. “I’m looking for Goodnight. Is he around?”

The man smiles. “You must be Y/N. Yeah, he’s just down the corner, I can walk you over there myself. I’ll see you later, Emma.”

The woman– Emma– smiles and waves him off. You and the dark-haired man set off down the hallway towards the center of the range. “I’m Y/N, but I think you already knew that.”

The man chuckles. “Trust me, Goody talks about you enough that all of us had a general picture. I’m Billy, by the way.”

You nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Billy.” You pause, and then, unable to resist, ask, “So Goodnight’s been talking about me?”

Billy shakes his head ruefully. “You’re the only thing he wants to talk about. Only good things, I promise. He’s a good man. I’ve never known him to badmouth anybody, least of all you. Truth is, I’ve been hoping to meet you for a while now. Goodnight’s one of my oldest friends, we met back during our military days. If someone’s important to him, they’re important to me, too.”

You hum in agreement. “I didn’t realize he had friends in the area, I thought he just moved here.”

Billy nods. “He did, but we moved here first, and he wanted the company. Most of us joined the service to pay for college, and Goody’s been pushing it off for as long as he can. Just got back recently, he did, but we’re all plenty glad to see him again. He’s a good man, Y/N. He deserves good things.”

You meet his gaze steadily. “I know. I hope he gets them, too.”

When you don’t back down, Billy manages a half-smile, as if you’ve passed some sort of test. “Goody’ll be in his office. We’re almost there.”

You glance around at the rows of equipment. “Does he teach classes?”

“You’ll have to ask him,” Billy answers firmly. “That’s Goodnight’s story to tell. The rest of us manage when we can, although I’ve always been more fond of knives than guns.”

The two of you reach the door of Goodnight’s office. Coming to a stop, Billy says, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” and you get the sense that he genuinely means it.

“It was nice to meet you too,” you answer him. 

Once Billy leaves, all that’s left to do is knock on the door. Goodnight answers almost immediately, calling for you to come in. He’s seated at his desk when you arrive, but looks up when you open the door. His jaw actually drops when he sees you, and he straightens up at once, standing up to walk over to you.

“Don’t you look special,” he says. “I must be the luckiest man in this whole town to be the one who gets to go out with you.”

You laugh. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”

He chuckles, leading you to the door and back out into the sprawling complex of the shooting range. “Everything seems so well organized here,” you marvel. “I can’t believe it all opened up so recently.”

Goodnight sighs ruefully. “It’s been plenty longer than that in the making, trust me. I was fortunate enough to have friends who were willing to pitch in on my harebrained idea.”

“Yes, I met one of them when I arrived,” you comment. “Billy, I think. He was very nice.”

Goodnight perks up when he hears that you met Billy. “Yes, he’s one of my oldest friends. I take it the two of you hit it off?”

“Very well,” you answer.

“Perfect,” Goodnight muses. “He’s an excellent man. Quite knowledgeable about just about everything.”

You nod, glancing around you at the mess of customers coming and going. “I agree. Oh, I meant to ask– do you ever teach classes here? I wouldn’t mind brushing up a little for some self defense.”

To your surprise, Goodnight shakes his head firmly. “Not in the slightest. I don’t take well to guns. I used them plenty back when I was still a part of the service, but those days are over. If I never picked up a gun for the rest of my life, I’d be quite happy about it.”

You frown. “Why’d you open up a place like this if you don’t like being around guns? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

He just lifts a shoulder. “I don’t mind. Truth is, I’m not too sure of that myself. My best reasoning is just that it’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“I can understand that plenty well,” you agree. “Regardless, business seems to be doing well. By all accounts, your venture seems to be a success.”

Goodnight looks at the ground, evidently pleased. “Well, I’d be glad to receive a compliment from you any day. Enough about business, though. I believe we have a date, and I’d like to start on that as soon as I can.”

You laugh. “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

You allow Goodnight to lead you out of the complex and into the crisp night air. Evening is falling fast, and the streetlights shine a path forward to the rest of the town. This is only the beginning of the story, hardly even the first chapter, but already, you can tell that it’s going to be a good one. There will be more dates, more laughter, more quiet smiles shared over candlelight. You intend on chasing each and every one.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons + Drabble: How the Seven Admit Their Feelings For You (2016 Movie)

I did this same headcanon prompt for the Tv Series, you can find those -here-

Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks, Vasquez, Red Harvest, Sam Chisolm, and Joshua Faraday - All x GN!Readers *No Jack Horne, because though I like his character, I do not want to write a 'x reader' with him.

Warnings: A couple kisses (in Goodies, Vasquez, and Faradays), but that's about it.

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Goodnight Robicheaux:

Goodie is very forward with his feelings as soon as he realizes them, whether these feelings are just attraction or love.

He is flirtatious and charming as soon as you meet, but the second he realizes he has genuine feelings for you, he can't keep it buried.

Afraid to scare you off, he shows his feelings subtly at first, then becomes more affectionate over time.

Instead of casually calling you 'darling', he starts calling you 'sweetheart' or 'love'.

You notice that he will suddenly always be by your side, often shoulders brushing, or a casual hand brushing yours as he walks past.

He compliments you, helps you with anything you need, he is always there. But he is very good at not being stifling, he gives you your space.

You will catch him staring at you more often, and when you do he just smiles and winks.

He will kiss your knuckles/hand when leaving, or if he sees you again after some time apart.

You are unsure if he is just being flirtatious, or if he is being genuine, so you do not really react to any of it.

It does not take Goodie long to realize this, so he decides to catch you alone one day so he can reassure you of how genuine his feelings are.

Goodie smiled to himself as he found you alone, humming to yourself as you braided a new bridle for your horse. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest, but took a deep breath and made his way towards you.

"Well now, that's coming along beautifully." He commented as he sat beside you, running his fingers along part of the bridle.

You smiled at him, "Thank you."

Goodie watched you for a moment, his eyes gently exploring your profile, as he admired how delicate your skin looked.

Looking back up, you met his eyes and smiled softly, almost shyly. "Did you need something Goodnight?"

He smiled softly at you and shook his head, "No, just wanted to spend some time with you is all."

You felt your neck heat up a bit as you nervously looked back down at the bridle. Goodie smiled to himself, seeing how his words effected you.

He leaned in a little and whispered. "I lied."

You looked up and met his eyes again, feeling a jolt in your chest as you realized how close you were now.

"About what?" You asked, your voice also in a whisper.

"I do want something."

"What's that?"

A small smirk played at the edge of his lips. "I wanted to tell you something. Or, at least, reassure you of something."

You continued to look at him, without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

Goodie looked down at your hand, and reached over to grab it. Gently, he took your hand and brought it to his face, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

Your heart began beating rapidly, as your breath became uneven.

"I adore you." He said softly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

You let out a soft breath as you shook your head with a soft smile. "I never know if you are being genuine Goodie."

He frowned slightly but nodded his head. "I know. And that is entirely my fault. That's what I wanted to tell you, to reassure you that-" he squeezed your hand softly. "-I have never been more genuine."

Your eyes flicked to his hands holding yours, before you met his eyes. "Truly?"

He nodded as he brought your hand to his lips again "Truly."

His own heart fluttered as a smile spread across your face, "I suppose t's no secret i feel the same?"

He grinned "Not so much. But I love your transparency, it only makes me adore you even more."

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your feet shyly. Feeling a finger hook underneath your chin, Goodnight made you look up at him again.

He has a soft smile on his face as he leaned closer. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His facial hair tickled your skin lightly as he did so.

Pulling away, he gently grazed his fingers across your cheek as you locked eyes, sharing in a silent revelation.

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Billy Rocks:

Billy is very reserved and might be unsure of himself at first.

He notices how his eyes always seem to search for you, how he thinks of you when you are not around, and how he seems to gravitate towards you when you are.

It was Goodie who first suggested that maybe it was because Billy was developing strong feelings for you.

Billy took this to heart and started to pay more attention to how he felt around you.

He started to notice how your presence affected him.

How your presence made his heart beat faster, how your smile sent butterflies through his stomach, how your laugh made him smile.

He felt stupid for not having noticed how much you effected him earlier.

But once he did notice, the thought of you drove him crazy, and he couldn't help but constantly think of how happy he would be if you were with him.

Billy would often think that you would not see him that way, but one day when he caught your eyes and you smiled brightly at him, he thought, maybe he was wrong.

And there was only one real way of finding out.

Billy's heart continued to beat rapidly as he began to follow you. You were heading toward the stream just outside the town. This could be the perfect moment to tell you how he felt.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle his anxiety. He slowed down as he watched you dip down, running your hand through the stream.

As you began to gather water into a few canteens, you heard a crunch of leaves and looked back. You saw Billy standing a few feet behind you, hat in his hands.

You smiled at him, feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach. "Hello Billy."

He smiled awkwardly as he took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry if I startled you."

You stood and smiled, shaking your head. "You didn't." Noticing how fidgety he seemed, you began to grow a bit worried.

Turning fully toward him, you frowned a bit. "Is something wrong Billy?"

He shook his head softly. "No, nothing is wrong, I just... have something to say."

You felt your heart jolt out of surprise and anxiety, as your ears began to burn. What could he need to say that would make him so nervous? You waited for him to speak, holding your canteen in front of your chest as you fiddled with the strap.

Taking a few steps closer to you, he looked around to make sure you were alone, as he rotated his hat nervously in his hands. Feeling a bit frustrated at his own sudden awkwardness, he let out a frustrated breath before he met your eyes again.

"I like you, Y/n." As he paused, he watched your face for some form of reaction. He felt his worries lessen a little as he saw your lip quirk up into a small smile.

"You like me?" You questioned softly as you remained still.

Billy took another step towards you as he nodded "I do. Very much." Taking another tentative step closer, he was only a few feet away from you now "And I thought, that maybe, if you felt the same as me-" another step closer, he was right in front of you now, his eyes drilling into yours. "That we could-"

He stopped unsure of how to continue as he stood right in front of you now. You were so close, that his hands, still holding his hat, brushed against yours as you held your canteen in front of you.

"That we could...be together?" You finished tentatively, your voice soft, shy.

He nodded softly as his eyes scanned your face "Yes." Stretching out a single finger, he gently caressed your hand.

You repressed a grin, but smile softly at him, "I do feel the same Billy."

You saw a quick moment of surprise flash across his face before a small smile stretched across it. "Good."

Your smile widened a bit as his hand gently wrapped around yours. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a kiss to the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

---

Vasquez:

Vasquez was a flirt, and he was attracted to many people.

But there was something about you that made him feel different.

He was the one who made people blush, or giggle. He was the one who caused butterflies in peoples stomachs.

However, when you complimented him, he blushed. When he would make you laugh, he felt proud. When you walked into the room, his heart would flutter.

You made him feel the way he always tried to make you feel.

You didn't see him as a scary outlaw, you saw him as a brave man who did what he needed to to stay alive.

You would listen to him, talk to him, help him. And he was not used to it. Not used to someone caring about him.

He adored you and it did not take much for him to realize it.

What scared him as that you did not want more with him, that you did not want him as much as he wanted you.

So Vasquez decided to wait, to watch, to see if he could find out just how you felt.

And one day, when you all showed up in a new town, it wasn't long before a local started flirting with you.

Vasquez was jealous, he was angry.

But he was glad when you seemed to shoo that man away, and he was ecstatic, when you came to him to find shelter from other's attentions.

Vasquez's eyes never left your face as you settled in the stool beside him. You let out a breath and Vasquez smiled.

A grin spread across his face. "Not enjoying your new found attention Abejita?"

You smiled to yourself as used his nickname for you, 'little bee', harmless unless threatened, cute but dangerous.

You met his eyes "Who could enjoy the garbage coming out of that mans mouth? Tell me Vasquez, do all men think that insulting someone makes them seem irresistible?"

You saw the smile on his face falter "He insulted you?"

You shrugged a little "I think he thought he was complimenting me, but all he really called me was desperate."

"Said the spider to the fly." Vasquez hissed as he looked back over his shoulder at the man. "What will you do if he bothers you again?"

"Same thing I just did." You said simply.

Looking over at you, you smiled softly "You think he's gonna come bother me if I'm with you?"

A smile slowly spread across his face as he leaned his head a little closer "So you came to me to for safety?"

You let out a soft chuckle, "Well I know how you like having your ego stroked."

He gave you a sly smile and chuckled "You coming to be with me is the highest form of compliment amor."

You felt your heart palpitate, "'Amor', that's a new one." You said softly as you stared down at the counter, trying to sound more amused than sheepish.

Vasquez felt a jolt of pride and courage as he could see how calling you 'love' effected you. His eyes grazed over your profile as he hungrily took it in. Leaning in just a little more he smiled softly as he gently ran his finger under your chin, making you look over at him, obviously perplexed.

"Now you know you you make me feel."

You let out a soft laugh "What?"

"Those butterflies in your stomach? That's how I always feel around you amor."

His voice and gaze was unusually soft, and you could tell he was not joking. Your heart began fluttering faster.

You smiled softly. "I never imagined you having butterflies."

"Only for you" He quickly replied.

"Is that so?" You said with an amused smile, wondering how truthful he was being.

Your voices were soft, almost whispers, your faces not far apart as your eyes seemed locked on each other. You saw his eyes flick to your lips, so fast you almost missed it.

"It is so, and new. I'm not used to this feeling."

"What feeling is that?"

Vasquez's lip quirked up a bit, you were forcing him to admit it, you needed to hear it to believe it.

He shook his head softly "I do not know what it's called. But I know what it will become." He paused, letting the silent tension rise a bit, he looked at your lips again, for longer this time. Locking his eyes with yours again he spoke in a whisper. "Love."

"You seem certain." You wanted him to be, just as much as you were.

Reaching out, he gently caressed your face with his fingers, "I am."

"And how do you feel about that?"

Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, quick, yet perfect. He smiled softly, and whispered "Ready."

---

Red Harvest:

I think a lot of people would expect Red Harvest to not really understand his own feelings.

But I think it's the opposite.

He knows exactly what he feels, when he feels it.

He just does not act on it until he knows it is the right thing to do.

And when he realizes he has developed feelings for you, he is unsure of when the right moment would be to tell you this. Or if there was a right moment at all.

He had never been more unsure of himself, as when he realized he cared for you like that.

Red Harvest admires your bravery and strength, and adores your laugh and your kindness.

Too caught up in how he feels, he often misses the signs that you feel the same.

When Sam makes a passing comment about it one day, Red Harvest realizes that maybe now was the right moment after all.

"You should go with Y/n." Sam said casually as he and Red Harvest watched you preparing your horse to go to the nearest town to get supplies.

Red Harvest felt his heart palpitate, but he ignored it. "Why?" He asked bluntly.

Sam looked at him from the corner of his eye, before he began to turn and head back into the safe house. "Because they want you to."

Red watched Sam for a moment before he looked back over at you, watching as you began to mount your horse. Should he go with you? You would get to be alone for a while. Just the two of you.

As you turned to look back at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. You smiled softly. "I'll be back soon."

Before you could ride off, he called out "Wait."

Looking back at him in mild surprise, you waited as he remained silent for a moment.

"Can I come with you?" He asked tentatively.

You watched him for a moment before you smiled and nodded "Of course."

Red Harvest chastised himself continuously the longer he didn't say anything. He allowed you to speak, and replied when necessary. He enjoyed listening to you talk, and he had every intention of telling you how he felt. But now, as you were on your way back to the safe house, and he had said nothing, he was angry with himself.

Looking over at you, he admired your profile as you looked out ahead of you. You could feel his gaze on you, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You often caught him watching you, and you could only wish it meant what you wanted it to.

You were caught off guard when he spoke, breaking the silence that had been surrounding you for nearly twenty minutes.

"I enjoy riding with you. We should do it more often."

You looked over at him and smiled brightly, "I agree, I like it too." Your eyes locked for a moment and you felt an almost unbearable tension in your chest. "It's much nicer than the constant bickering between Faraday and Vasquez." You added quickly, trying to break the tension you thought you alone felt.

Red Harvest continued to watch you, even as you looked away. Not even he could miss the way you seem to be effected by his comment, or the tension that rose between you in that moment.

Stopping his horse, he watched as you stopped just ahead, turning back to look at him.

"Whats wrong?" You asked, looking around quickly, wondering if he saw something.

Silently, he got down from his horse, and you watched him in confusion. His eyes stayed locked on you as he walked over to your horse, looking up at you.

Lifting his hand up, you understood he wanted you to get down as well. Your heart was hammering in your chest as confusion washed over you. What was happening? Did he see something, hear something?

Getting off your horse, you felt him gently grab your waist to steady you as you did so. As you stood, he was directly in front of you, his eyes still locked with yours, as his hand still rested on your waist.

There was a moment of still silence, as the tension from before grew. Finally, Red Harvest spoke, his voice soft. "I enjoy being with you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you struggled to find your voice for a moment. "I enjoy being with you too." You finally said softly.

You felt your body freeze as he slowly lifted his hand, and cupped your face. His eyes darted around your face before he met your eyes again. "I did not know what this path would lead me too. But I think, it was you."

As you smiled, he gently, ran his thumb across your lips and you saw the ghost of a smile on his face. The silence engulfing you was no longer tense, but comfortable, electric, the beginning of a new path together.

---

Sam Chisholm:

Sam has a great understanding of how he feels. And he is an advocate for not keeping it too himself.

He is also very good at reading other people, and knows you feel the same.

However, chances are, you are younger than him. Or better than him in ways he can't explain. And that throws him off a bit.

You should be with someone your age, or someone more like you, someone who would not drag you into danger like he does.

So he tries to do the honorable thing, and push his feelings aside, waiting for the day when you find someone else. Someone who could be better for you.

But God, is it hard.

When every time he sets his eyes on you, his heart flutters.

The sound of your voice is music to his ears, and your laugh is his favorite sound in the world.

And God forbid, if someone else shows an interest in you. It takes everything in his power not to scare them off.

But you do it for him. You never show any interest in anyone one else.

Sam notices this, and can't help but feel relieved.

Eventually, he can no longer push those feeling aside. And starts to run out of excuses, so he gives in.

As the locals continued to dance, and you refused yet another dance with someone for the umpteenth time in the night, Sam felt his chest clench. He was glad you were not dancing with anyone else, as he knew how it would made him feel. But, he did want to see you dance.

Standing up a bit straighter, he took a breath. If he wanted to see you dance, he might as well do it himself. Though, what if you said no to him too?

As he walked over to you, he felt his lips curl as you saw him and smiled. Stopping in front of you, he smiled softly "Now why is it that you are refusing to dance tonight Y/n?"

He saw you struggle for an answer for a moment before you shrugged lightly "Can't find the right partner I suppose."

There was something in your tone that told him what he wanted to hear, as a soft smile crossed his face. Slowly, he reached out his hand "I suppose you wouldn't want to dance with me then?"

Your eyes glanced down at his hand as you smiled softly. Looking back up as him, you tilted your head a bit before a soft, almost teasing smile graced your face, making his heart flutter.

You spoke as you placed your hand on top of his "Then you would be wrong Sam Chisholm."

He grinned down at you as he began to lead you out onto the dance floor "There aren't many times I'm glad in being wrong you know."

"There aren't many times you are wrong period." You said with a soft chuckle as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you danced. You were glad the current song being played was slow, so you could talk.

"Is that so?" He asked teasingly. "As I recall, I was wrong about that lawyer in the last town not being in on the heists going on."

You shrugged your head lightly "True, but you were right about the ring leader when no one else was, so I think that balanced it out."

He smiled as he hummed a bit. You chuckled softly "You can't think of any other times recently can you?"

His smile widened a bit "Well these is one thing I'm afraid I might be wrong about."

"What's that?"

"You." He said softly, staring into your eyes.

"Me?"

"Mhm."

"What are you afraid you are wrong about Sam?" Something was telling you, you already knew. But you'd hate to jump to a conclusion that would break your heart.

"Us." He said softly. Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he continued. "I'm afraid I read us wrong. Afraid I'm wrong in believing you feel the same way I do."

Your heart was beating quickly as your eyes refused to leave his. "Do you have feelings for me Sam?"

He nodded softly. "I do."

A small smile crept along your face as you shook your head ever-so-slightly "Then you aren't wrong."

His heart fluttered in his chest as his smile remained wide. Pulling you a bit closer as you continued to dance, he whispered softly as e stared into yours eyes lovingly, glad he finally took a chance on you.

---

Joshua Faraday:

Faraday has commitment issues.

He is a love 'em and leave 'em sort of guy.

Until he meets you.

At first he thinks it is the normal physical attraction he has for most attractive people.

But then you get to know each other, and he starts to find you attractive in more ways than one.

You make him laugh, you challenge him, you can take his shit and give it back in equal measure.

Once he realizes that he has genuine feelings for you, he is terrified. That does not happen, not to him.

So he ignores it, but, not surprisingly, he fails miserably.

But he pushes forward, telling himself he's not the type of fall in love, and be with one person forever.

He tries to hide his feelings, with other people.

But the second someone shows interest, he feels immeasurable guilt, and even feels extremely uncomfortable to receive or give affection to someone that's not you.

That finally makes him realize, you are the only one in his mind, and his heart.

Confiding in Sam, he helps him realize that this type of thing doesn't happen that often, and he'd be a fool to let it pass by.

So he swallows his pride, shoves away his fears, and decides to tell you how he feels.

Faraday stared at your hotel room door for what felt like hours before he finally knocked. Part of him hoped you weren't inside, that he could turn and run, but when he heard you call out for him to come in, he felt his heart start hammering.

You looked up to see Faraday open your door. You were a bit surprised as you expected it to be Sam.

You smiled at him "Hey Faraday."

"Hey." He greeted with an awkward smile as he stayed standing in the open doorway.

You frowned "You gonna come in, or..."

Seeing him come to his senses he quickly stepping inside and closed the door. He scratched his ear as he looked around.

"You need something or are you just bored?"

"Bored." He said and nodded, "Bar's closed for repairs."

You nodded as you watched him curiously. He adjusted the blanket at the end of your bed before wandering over to the window and looking out.

"Nice day today, not too hot."

"Okay, Faraday, what's going on?"

Spinning around he looked at you with mild alarm and a questioning gaze.

"You never just show up for small talk, and you are really bad at it. So, I'm assuming you are here for something else."

Straightening up, you watched as he started playing with his hat as he held it. "Yeah, right, that. Uhm, yeah, I did have something I wanted to say, but, uh, I can't seem to- to find the words."

Was he...nervous? You watched him closely as he stared at the floor, seemingly trying hard to think of what to say.

Glancing over at you, he nodded his head a bit "I'll come back later."

You watched with bewilderment as he marched to your door and grabbed the door handle before stopping. He let out a sigh before he turned back around, staring at you in silence.

You blinked a few times as you watched him. "Faraday?" You questioned softly.

"I'm not good at this." He blurted out.

"Not good at what?"

"I'm not good, at telling people how I feel."

You almost smiled, but pushed it down "I would be lying if I said I didn't notice that." Standing up, you took a step closer to him, his eyes on you closely. "But if it helps, if you have something you need to get off your chest, I wont tell anyone. We're friends Joshua, you can tell me anything."

His heart leapt a bit as he took a breath "That's the problem. Us being friends, I mean."

You frowned a bit, unsure if you should be offended, or hopeful of where this conversation was turning.

"I don't want to be friends, I mean, just friends. I want to be more than that, but...I've never..."

You spoke softly "You've never been in a serious relationship." You knew this about him, it was something he had previously been proud of, but now you weren't so sure.

He nodded softly, "I've never felt serious about anyone. Until I met you that is. I thought that is wasn't for me so I ignored it, but anytime I-I flirted with someone else, or someone else came onto me, i felt...wrong. Because, you are all I want."

You had noticed his change in demeanor around others recently. He didn't flirt as heavily with people he met. He didn't even seem to consider propositions he would get. You wondered what changed, hoping it maybe had something to do with you, but you were never sure, until now.

You smiled at him as you took another step closer. "I feel the same about you Joshua. I was just waiting for you to see it too."

His anxiety faded as he smiled down at you, relief settled in his chest. His eyes dated around your face as you smiled at him. Stepping closer, meeting you, he brought his hand up to your face as his eyes traced your lips.

"I'm not used not being such a coward."

You giggled softly "You're not a coward Joshua, just a little scared of something new."

Gently stroking your face his voice got softer "I am afraid, but I ain't gonna run. Not anymore."

"Good to hear it." You smiled.

Leaning down, he met your lips in a kiss. The fear and uncertainty in his chest fading as he was met with certainly and safety in your arms.

xx End xx

I struggled a bit with Sam's and Faraday's, but I hope you like them still!~

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Fanfic Material List!!!

(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)

Transformers

Horror

Marvel

Star Wars

DC

Harry Potter

LOTR/TH

John Wick

TMNT

Call Of Duty

Other:

Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff

1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?

Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff

Mothman x GN reader

[wayward-persephone]

#4 with Goodnight,Jolly,and Edward

(From this list!)

4. write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

Write a book with - Goodnight

I just know he has so many stories to tell and would not doubt read some parts out loud for your opinion do that's a plus. Would enjoy the quality time doing something so....domestic. Would also sneak in to write some more when he can't sleep.

Read a book to - Edward

My man needs to relax so throw on a heated blanket, let him cuddle up close or lay directly on top of you, and read to him. He would definitely start purring if you scratch at his scalp while reading.

Hit with a book - Jolly

He would probably pout and complain that it's boring, not a bodice-ripping steamy romance, and would therefore bug the ever-loving shit out of you the entire time you're reading. A book flying at his head is probably a normal occurrence tbh.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

21/50 Kisses: On a Place of Insecurity

Goodnight Robicheaux x reader

Word Count: 301

He was having a hard time with this, and it was alarmingly easy for you to tell that as he was packing his gear onto his horse before he and Billy started the journey with the others for Rose Creek. After everything the great Goodnight Robicheaux had been through, you weren’t that surprised, but it was still unnerving to see such a charming, confident man struggle to tie his bags onto the horse because his hands simply wouldn’t stop shaking. So, wordlessly, you approached him and gently took his hands in yours to press a tender kiss to each in turn.

“You don’t have to do this, Goody,” you breathed. You knew it wasn’t true; he owed Sam Chisolm this much.

“Now, I know you know that isn’t true, mon cher,” he murmured back. “These old hands of mine will be fine, don’t you worry.”

“It’s not the hands I’m worried about,” you insisted, staring up at him pleadingly. “It’s the mind attached to them.”

“Well, that’ll be fine, too. Mr. Chisolm needs me, and I’ll be damned if I leave that stupid bastard to die.”

You closed your eyes with a soft exhale. “If you must . . . Just promise me that you’ll be careful.”

“Always.”

“And if it gets to be too much don’t hesitate to come back to me.”

“Now that might be harder. You know I don’t do well with the coward state of mind.”

“It’s not cowardice to choose where to die. Every man has the right to that much.”

Goodnight chuckled a little. “You sure you ain’t ever met Sam? He says that quite a lot.”

“Just . . . be careful. Please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pressed a bittersweet kiss to your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, sugar. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You’d better be.”

[the-and-sign-anon]

Mag7 x cuddly! reader

Request: "Hcs for the Seven interacting with a cuddly Reader please and thank you "

Requested by: anonymous

Sam Chisolm

He's not a particularly cuddly person

But he is with you

At the end of long, tiring days, even before you guys get together, you would cuddle up to go to sleep

Neither of you felt it was weird

When he rounded up the Seven, you were at his side

The first night, you curled up with him as usual

The others sort of glanced at you guys for a moment, but they kept their mouths shut

Faraday was the only one dumb enough to try to say something

You both shut him up pretty quickly

Goodnight Robicheaux

He needs cuddles

You guys know each other for a few months before you showed your cuddly side

It was late one night and Goodnight woke up from a nightmare

He felt bad about waking you up, but he really didn't want to be alone

You payed close attention as he told you what had happened before wrapping your arms around him

You guys then cuddled whenever either of you were having a tough time

Billy Rocks

Billy loves that you're a cuddly person

He thinks it's really cute

He'll never say that, though

Goodnight pokes fun at you guys a little bit, but not enough to embarrass either of you

You also steal his hat when you cuddle

It's not that you don't have a hat, you just like taking his to put over your face

He thinks it's pretty cute, so he doesn't complain

Jack Horne

He's a big guy, so he gives the best cuddles

He really likes cuddling with you at the end of long days

Before he lost his family, he and his wife would cuddle sometimes, so cuddling with you sort of brings back the happier memories of who he's lost

You guys cuddle every night

No exceptions

Joshua Faraday

Faraday is happy to cuddle with you whenever you need cuddles

His cocky attitude just sort of slips away and he's really sweet when you're curled up in his arms

No one says anything about it because they don't want to risk breaking whatever spell your cuddles seem to put on him

Most nights you guys will cuddle

Unless he did something to tick you off

In that case, no cuddles for him

Vasquez

He only cuddles with you

He's usually pretty on edge, and your cuddles are one of the only things that calm him down

The first time you asked to cuddle, he was a little apprehensive about it

He just wasn't a generally affectionate person, but he wasn't about to say no to you

You guys cuddle most nights, and if you're not cuddling you're beside each other and holding hands

Both of you have nearly shot Faraday multiple times for either startling you when you're half asleep or for making fun of you guys

Red Harvest

He doesn't cuddle with anyone

Not even you

But he'll happily guide you in the direction of someone who will