#joshua faraday/reader

[make-me-imagine]

Songbird

Scenario Prompt: “B hearing A sing for the first time and being surprised at how good they sound.” Requested by: @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

Pairing: Joshua Faraday x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of guns (cleaning them).

Word Count: 1.1k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Mag7 Taglist: @spuffyfan394 - Let me know if you want to be added.

*The song lyrics are from a song called "The Meeting of the Waters". It written in 1807, first as a poem, then it was set to music.

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Faraday groaned as he climbed down from his horse, the ride from town was a bit longer than he'd like. He wasn't sure why you had all chosen a safe house so far away. But he wasn't one to complain about a roof over his head and a bed under his back.

He grabbed the bags from his saddle and moved to take them inside. He had noticed that all but one horse was gone. He was the first to get back.

The others had split up, there was a possible job to take up in the next town over. Goody, Billy and Chisolm had gone to talk to the townsfolk. Vasquez, and Jack to learn more about the gang, and Red to scope out the town and surrounding area. Faraday was left to get supplies, while you stayed behind to clean and prepare the guns and other supplies.

After he put everything inside he wandered back outside, wondering where you had gone too. As he stepped off the porch, he halted in his step when he heard something.

A light breeze was blowing towards him, and it was bringing with it an unusual sound. Music? He stopped and listened, holding his breath. There it was again. Coming from the nearby barn.

Faraday walked over, taking quick but quiet steps. He stopped just outside the barn, as the words he had been hearing before became clear.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; ‘Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no, — it was something more exquisite still.

Faraday almost felt his heart stop. He knew this song. He had heard it before as a child, his mother had sung it before. It had been a long time since he had heard it last.

Faraday peaked around the corner, his eyes landing on you as you sat on an overturned bucket. Your gun was in your hands as you carefully cleaned your pistol.

Your voice was smooth as it came out, and if Faraday didn't know better, he'd of thought you'd been trained to sing.

‘Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love

You continued the song, and Faraday's heart beat heavily in his chest. He leaned against the doorway, having forgotten that he had previously been sneaking around. He was caught up in the sound of your voice, surprised at how good you sounded.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

Faraday recited the words in his head, unaware that his lips were moving along as well. His eyes stared at your profile, and he found himself seeing you a bit different than he had before. He knew you were attractive, flirted with you relentlessly, but now, as he watched you, heard you, it felt a bit different. As if he was really seeing you. And he admitted, he really did like what he saw.

Faraday hadn't realized that the song was over, until you looked over at him. His body seemed to stiffen as he felt like he got caught doing something bad. He expected you to get embarrassed, chastise him for spying.

But you simply smiled at him. "Hello Faraday." You greeted calmly.

Of course you wouldn't get embarrassed, your voice was good, and you probably knew it.

He cleared his throat as he stood up. "Well I didn't know we had a little songbird in our gang of gunslingers."

You rolled your eyes lightly as you put down your pistol, reaching for another. Your heart was beating a bit heavily. You pushed down your anxiety. You hadn't realized Faraday had been there, watching you.

"I wouldn't say I'm a songbird." You said softly.

Faraday sat down on a hale bay nearby, "Hell, I haven't heard anyone with a voice like that in years. You could be a professional."

You smiled a little. "That was originally the plan. Or at least, my parents plan." You spared a look at him, and saw surprise on his face. "I loved to sing ever since I was a child, but when someone takes something you love from you, forces it upon you, and tries to use it to make money, you lose your love for it."

Faraday watched you as you spoke. There was a hint of heartbreak in your voice, as well as malice. He didn't know much about your past, but he was glad you felt comfortable enough to share something.

"So I don't sing for people anymore. Just myself usually." You continued.

Faraday nodded lightly, "Well I wont tell no one." He said with a soft smile. "But I wont complain if you ever wanna sing again, within earshot I mean."

You met his eyes and smiled in return. He looked down at his feet and the spoke again. "My mother used to sing that song when I was younger. She had come from a family of immigrants, from Ireland. I was surprised to hear it."

"I heard it from a Gleman that came into town once. I loved the words so much I asked him to write them down for me." You paused for a moment, unsure if you should pry. "Did your mother sing a lot?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Almost every day, or night, to help me go to sleep. It was a nice memory to come back."

You heard the hint of what sounded like gratitude in his words, but you did not push for more.

You both looked up at the sound of hoof-beats, someone had returned.

Hearing Vasquez call out, Faraday called back. As he stood up, he looked down at you and smiled "Don't worry songbird, your secret's safe with me."

"Wont be for long if you keep calling me that."

He chuckled, as he began to leave the barn, before he began to hum the tune of the song. Spinning around as he left, he winked at you once before disappearing.

You smiled to yourself as you began to pack up your guns. You began to hum under your breath as well. Feeling a once familiar joy of music coming back to you. Maybe it wont be so bad to sing for someone again.

xx End xx

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

143 with Vasquez, please?

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

A/N: Reminder that requests are closed and this is just me clearing out my inbox.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

If it were any other night, a remark like that would have gotten Vasquez a playful slap or at the very least an eye-roll.  All part of the push and pull that came from your relationship, the show of being able to walk away from each other at any time, when in reality you never could.  It was usually the part you enjoyed the most.  Of course, you usually didn’t have to wait an entire month to some actual privacy.

A small whine came from your lips as his tongue licked up your slit, flicking your clit with his tongue.  Your blood was on fire and you wanted nothing for then for him to fuck it out of you.

“Please,” you pleaded, curling your fingers tighter in his hair.

He hummed in satisfaction, the small vibrations making your back arc off the bed.

But before he could say anything else, a heavy knock came at the door.

“Hey!” Faraday called.  “Open up.  I need to get some sleep.”

Vasquez cursed under his breath.  Faraday was supposed to be staying the night with one of the ladies he had gotten lucky with at the bar, evidently he luck ran out.

“Not on your life guerro,” Vasquez shouted.

“I’m not asking to share the bed. I just need the floor.”

You sat up on your elbows, frustration and horniness throwing all of your dignity out the window.

“Joshua Faraday, you have three seconds to get away from that door or I swear to the Lord Almighty, I will shoot you.”

If Faraday was surprised to hear your voice, he didn’t show it.  “C’mon Y/N, I can’t sleep with the horses.”

“One.”

“Just for the night.  I’ll plug my ears.”

“Two.”

“You’re not serious.”

You pulled your pistol from your holster hanging on the side of the bed post.  As loudly as possible you loaded the weapon before snapping it in place.

“Shit! I’m going!”

The pounding of Faraday’s footsteps faded down the hallway leaving you and Vasquez finally alone.

You looked toward your lover to find him smiling back at you.

“You really do need me, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

[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

[hellacluttered]

Fireball (Vasquez x reader ft. Faraday)

    “So what you’re telling me is that you’ve never had so much as a shot of whiskey before?” Faraday’s brows were raised in shock, the cards he had been playing with frozen in his hand.

    You shook your head.

    “No opportunity or no desire?” asked Faraday.

    “Some of both,” you said. “My father used to be an alcoholic so we never had booze in the house. It was never really something I was interested in.”

    “And how about now?” Vasquez asked.

    “You really have no idea what you’re missing out on,” Faraday added.

    “I should admit I’ve considered it,” you said, the edges of your lips quirking up at Faraday’s grin. “That said, I don’t want to get completely hammered my first time.”

    “And when might you want that first time to be?” Vasquez asked.

    You looked around. The small tavern was nearly empty. “Well,” you said. “No time like the present, I suppose. Carpe diem!”

    “That’s the spirit!” Faraday said. “I’ll be right back.” He rose, leaving the table for the bar.

    Vasquez wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his earnest dark eyes peering into yours. “Are you sure you want this, love? It’s not too late to back out.”

    “No,” you said. “It’ll be fun.”

    Vasquez smiled. “Then what’s stopping us?” He looked up. “Hurry it up with the drinks, will you, Güero?”

    Faraday scowled at him as he crossed the room, a bottle in one hand and three shot glasses in the other. “Since when were you in such a hurry?”

   “Quit squabbling, you two,” you said and Faraday sat down, looking somewhat chastened as he filled a shot glass dangerously full of amber-colored whiskey and handed it to you. He filled his and Vasquez’s glasses and then the three of you raised them.

    “To drinking!” Faraday said. Vasquez echoed the sentiment and then you tossed back your drink in unison with them.

    At first it burned, fire coursing down your throat. Then your tongue registered the spicy, sweetened taste of cinnamon and you shuddered, the strong combination wracking your body. “Well?” Vasquez asked. The burn had faded rapidly, leaving just warmth throughout your insides, enough to make you feel you could melt the snow outside the tavern just by standing by it.

    “It’s strange,” you said. “But it’s good.”

    “Another round then,” Faraday said.  

    Countless rounds and a second fifth of whiskey later, you hardly registered a staggering Vasquez helping you up the stairs though most of your weight was leaning against him. Your lower jaw felt slightly numb and your head was spinning, and when you passed a mirror in the hall, the face looking back at you didn’t quite seem like yours.

    Then morning came and all the things you hadn’t felt the night before registered. Your head was pounding as if someone was beating it with a hammer. Your stomach ached and roiled; it felt as if it was filled with pure poison. Vasquez was sprawled shirtless on the bed next to you and when you climbed over him to get to the basin of water on the other side of the room, you felt dizzy and unsteady on the way there, grabbing the edge of the table for support when you reached it. Vasquez roused slightly as you climbed back into bed. “How’re you?” he asked, his voice deep and rough from sleep.

    “I want to die,” you groaned, pulling a pillow over your eyes to block the light that stabbed at them through the thin curtains.

    You felt the bed shift and he pulled you closer to him, tucking an arm around you. You nestled into his shoulder, sheltering your eyes against his warm skin. “It’ll go away,” he said. “We have nowhere to be today; let’s sleep this off.”

    You nodded. “That sounds heavenly.”

   ��Just then the door slammed open and a rumpled Faraday stumbled inside, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “There’s a warrant for my arrest in the street outside. Do you have any idea what we did last night?”

[coffeeandtin]

Well, That Escalated Quickly

Requested by the lovely @allthetwistedwickedgames, here is The Seven reacting to their love interest being a scrappy little thing that doesn't necessarily pick fights but will totally throw down at the slightest provocation. 

Hope you enjoy!

-Your gentle chicken friend

Billy Rocks: Billy wonders if your lack of compunction where fighting is concerned stems from your size. He’s sure the same has been conjectured about him from time to time; and he would be lying if he said his motives have been entirely valiant in every fight he’s ever engaged in. Money, or just plain, old satisfaction don’t seem to be your motives, though. Billy could take or leave most people, so when he thinks about his attraction to you, he concludes that your seeming hotheadedness is a pleasing counterbalance to his sangfroid. He knows you have his back, and he’s confident in his ability to watch out for yours.

Sam Chisolm: Sam knows better than to underestimate someone for their size, and he’s glad to know that the same cannot be said for many people…especially where your potential adversaries are concerned. When he can, he watches you as closely as he can in tense situations. Right or wrong, once Sam realized his affection for you, he began to consider protecting you his job. He knows you won’t make that job easy. He supposes it’s as fitting as it is ironic, as he’s made a habit of choosing allies based on their ability and willingness to fight. While Sam usually favors a controlled, diplomatic approach before a confrontation, he won’t ask you stop, because he knows you could potentially ask the same of him.

Vasquez: Vasquez is tall, and he can be intimidating when he wants to be, nor is he one to shy away from a fight. Considering your stature, he can understand how a need to protect yourself causes you to to compensate with willingness to engage in a fight. While Vasquez does worry after your well being, he also likes to know that you would have his back during a row. It doesn’t chafe at his pride that you don’t seem to need his protection; and he absolutely returns the trust you put in him. Many wouldn’t expect much of a fight out you because of your stature, but Vasquez knows that is a grave mistake on their part.

Joshua Faraday: Faraday greatly admires people who possess a fighting spirit, who always seem to play against the odds. That your size is indirectly proportional to that spirit makes him feel that much more fondness for you. He also likes knowing you have buttons to press, and he will gleefully and playfully use that information. When he’s around you, he is more aware of his own tendency to stoke conflict. If he’s with you, and you’re in the beginning stages of a fight, he’ll curb his own enthusiasm for insults and other provocation, giving you a chance to sort it out for yourself. If things do happen to take a violent turn, he is there with Ethel and Maria at the ready.

Red Harvest: Red has always had to be very judicious about the battles he chooses, so it both intrigues and frustrates him that you tend toward the “all of the above” option where fighting is concerned. His burgeoning affection for you drives him to be protective, especially since you are so small. While he’s sure you can look out for yourself, he knows he will defend you without hesitation. That scares him, both because it solidifies the fact he has feelings for you, and because those feelings might lead to a loss of self control. Beyond that anxiety, Red paradoxically feels a great amount of pride for you ability to stand up for yourself and others.  

Jack Horne: While your willingness to join in discord doesn’t diminish Jack’s interest in you, it does make him a nervous wreck of a man. He doesn’t consider it an affront to his masculinity, and he does not presume to ask you to stop, or change. Regardless, of your size, Jack’s every instinct screams at him to hold you close and protect you...even from yourself. He doesn’t, though. Instead, Jack insinuates himself into the argument and hopes his presence prevents further escalation. Jack thinks that his size, compared with yours might -he prays -make him look even more intimidating.

Goodnight Robicheaux: While he does prefer to settle arguments in a verbal tete a tete, your readiness to fight makes Goodnight wax nostalgic. Goody has a special place in his heart for scrappers, and that your gusto is disproportional to your size makes him smile that much more. It reminds him of a time he had fire in his belly. The potential for a fight to get out of hand sets Goody’s teeth on edge, but after an altercation, he takes it upon himself to regale the rest of the group (or anyone else who will listen, for that matter) with the story of your brave, albeit belligerent, tactics. Impressive as any individual fight may be, Goodnight is still never above taking liberties.

[octopodeez]

Faraday + Ocean, please??

You saw it happen. You saw it happen. But still, as Faraday sauntered innocently in your direction, you asked. 

“What did you do?” 

Faraday ignored the question and took a swig of your drink, despite having one of his own in the opposite hand. You waited patiently for him to finish. There was, after all, nothing for you to worry about. You hadn’t just cheated two agitated, drunk cowboys out of thirty dollars. 

“You’re askin’ me with that voice you use when you think I’ve done something wrong,” Faraday moved to set your glass back down, paused thoughtfully, and then polished the whole thing off. 

You shrugged, unfazed, and pushed two bits to the crotchety bartender, who was starting to eye you both with suspicion. 

“So you’re saying there’s nothing wrong? Absolutely nothing wrong?”

“Eh,” there was an uncertainty creeping over his voice while he placed his hand on your lower back to usher you out of the saloon. “So far, so good.” 

Faraday’s timing was perfect, as it usually was in these situations. The moment the doors swung shut, curses could be heard coming from within.

God dammit I knew he cheated, where’d that sonofabitch go!?

“Yeah?” You bit back a smile as he urged you to move a bit faster. “So those boys back there noticing you had a few extra aces up your sleeve is nothing?” 

“If you saw it happen, then why did you ask?” 

“Because I like to try making your life as difficult as you make mine.” 

“And how’s that workin’ out?” He sounded smug as he lit a cigarette. You found in times like this that the more laid-back Faraday was, the worse off things actually were. If his indications were at all telling of the situation at hand…he’d really fucked up. 

“There’s never a dull day.” 

“That’s what I like to hear! Let’s head West this time. I hear there’s gold in California. And I ain’t never seen the ocean before. I think it might be nice.”  

You sped up as the angry voices lurking in the saloon grew closer.  This was a shitty way to live, and you thought about that every day. Drifting. Stealing. Running. It was a cycle that never ended. 

But god damn, was it fun. 

In case anyone was wondering, this is the first time I’ve written something longer than 30 words in like two months, god bless.

[coyoteimagines]

All the Fun - Magnificent Seven

MINI SHOT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. I AM FINISHING THE REQUESTS I GOT PRIOR TO MIDNIGHT

Hey! Can I have a romantic #27 with Faraday? From the magnificent 7? Thank you!

#27: “If you die, I die.”

AN: Part of my mini-shot event. You can find the info and prompt list here

You smiled at Faraday from across the smoky saloon. YOU raised three fingers to your lips and winked twice at him. He winked back, unnoticed to anyone but you, indicating he understood your little gesture.

“I’m all in.” He stated suddenly, shoving a stack of cash and coins into the middle of the table.

“Yer bluffin out yer ass Faraday.” Drawled the man sitting in front of him.

“No Jeffords, Im just callin your bluff.” Faraday

“Come Jeffords. Show your cards.” Another man at the table whistled. Jeffords glared and dropped his hand on the table, revealing exactly what you had signaled to Faraday that his hand was. Faraday grinned and dropped his hand, clearly beating Jeffords.

“You son of a bitch.” Jeffords growled as Faraday stood up. He scooped the winnings into his hat and nodded at the men around the table.

“And that’s where I think I’ll end it tonight gentlemen.” And with that he downed the last of his whisky and sauntered out the back door of the saloon. You waited five or so minutes before following him. You made your way out to the town stables where Faraday had already saddled your horse.

“That worked better than I…” Faraday started to say when he was cut off by a bullet whizzing overhead. You both instinctively dove behind the stable wall.

“HEY FARADAY YOU YELLOW BELLIED CHEAT! BARKEEP SAW YOUR FRIEND THERE GIVING YOU SIGNAL” Jeffords screamed as a few more bullets pinged overhead.

“You spoke too soon Josh. Sounds like he has a few friends” You grumbled, yanking your revolver out of its holster. You shimmied up to glance over the wall, ducking as a round splintered the wood next to you.

“Hey listen. I’ll cover you, you get out of here.” Faraday had his guns drawn as well. You shot him a look that screamed ‘oh please’

“And let you have all the fun? Nah.” You leaned over and stole a quick kiss. “If you die, I die.”

“Have it your way.” He grinned and pushed you over onto the ground, smothering your protest in a heated kiss before pulling away abruptly. He leapt over you and the wall, leaving you with the lingering taste of his whisky kiss. You took half a second to gather your wits before you shook your head and leapt over the wall yourself, guns drawn and a wicked grin splitting across your face.

[im-hqlover]

Weekly Update Post.

(Okay, doing this a second time because tumblr bugged, I hope it works now.) 

Soooo, I decided that I will do an update post every week, reporting on the status of what I'm writing, along with a little spoiler of what I've already written, so, spoiler alert!

As you can see I have written a lot of things, but my problem is that somehow i can't get some of my ideas down on paper, because of that i'm writing several things at the same time, but it comes to a point that i just don't know how to unfold the story, and this is annoying me a lot. I hope you understand why I haven't posted anything recently.

Arkham Knight (AK) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 1473

Status: Last edition 40 days ago / Very hard written block / Hiatus / I may have to rewrite this

Spoiler:

- Baby, I'm going to have to go back to Bludhaven.

- Can I go with you? - I asked him while turning off my cell phone and paying attention to him. 

- No, you better stay here, it's safer. 

- But- 

- No, you will stay here, it is the best, and you know it. - He approaches me and I get up from the couch and stand in front of him. 

- Okay… just be careful. 

- I promise. - He takes my hand and kisses it softly, he always did that when he promised me something. - I'll be back tomorrow, okay? 

Arranged marriage/Royal AU (AM/RAU) - Chapter 4 

Words written so far: 2693 

Status: Last edition a week ago (or are there two? I don't remember)/ Writing block / Little hiatus / May I need to rewrite.

Spoiler: I had my suspicions that this was supposed to be a gift from Jason, since he was the only option for me to have left a gift on our bed, but why would he give me a gift? Maybe I was wrong and he just left it there to deliver to someone else later. 

Dinosaur Trainer (DT) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 5827

Status: Last edition yesterday / Little Tiny Writing Block / Thinking about what the other characters would say is a very difficult task.

Spoiler:

- Owen Grady, it's nice to meet you. - He extends his hand, I shake it too and return the smile. 

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grady. - We pulled our hands away, and again, I don't know how I didn't stutter to answer. 

- Call me Owen. - I nod, and muttered an "ok", he greeted Mr. Masrani and then the four of us sit at the round table, Simon was still sitting across from me, with Hoskins at his left side, and Owen standing between Hoskins and me. Kodi continued to lie on my left side, occasionally taking cold water from the glass bowl. 

DT - Fallen Kingdom - A new life (part 2 of Mistakes) 

Words written so far: 1230 

Status: Last edition 3 days ago / Little Written Block 

Spoiler:

- Look, Sleeping Beauty woke up. - He approached the two of us with a bag and coffee cups, I just roll my eyes at what he said and hear Maisie laugh.

- My prince charming didn't come to wake me with a kiss of true love. - I answer him by joining the game, and Owen and Maisie laugh, I try to sit up with a lot of effort, but it seems to me that I was still a little weak. 

- Wait. Maisie, can you hold this for me? - He handed her the bag and the coffees, and then put a hand on my back to help me adjust. - How are you? 

Outer Space is the Limit (OSitL) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 3450 

Status: Last edition 5 days ago / Little Writing Block

Spoiler:

- I am Groot! - That being on my leg raised its head looking at me with big eyes, and in a way I found it kind of cute? Okay, maybe that was weird. Peter approaches me and crouches in front of me, close to where was what it said was Groot.

- Well, it seems to me that you already knew Groot - Peter removes the small being from my leg and puts it on his shoulder, and then offers his hand which I took nervously, and then he helps me to stand again. 

- I am groot! - The little one raises its hands in the air when saying its name animatedly. 

There's an alien in my bed (TAB) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 4360

Status: Last edition 4 or 5 days ago / Little Writing Block 

Spoiler:

- Why the hell do you think he's gonna come because of me? - I feel my throat burn as I speak. 

- Because apparently you're the only one he really cares about. - As soon as he said, more tears fell. 

- If he really cared about me, he wouldn't have left me without telling me. - I whisper, saying it more to myself than to anyone else.  

Ideas I had but I don't know when or if I will actually write 

Passengers - Jim Preston x reader

What I have in mind: Six months after Jim Preston woke up, another hibernation capsule gave problem, y/n l/n awakens from hibernation almost 90 years before reaching Homestead II, when she woke up everything looked confused, but it got worse when she didn't see anyone there, if they were about to arrive at Homestead II, how was she the only one awake? Or she thought she was the only one awake, until she finds Jim Preston. 

Back to the Wild West (BWW)- The Magnificent Seven - Joshua Faraday x reader

What I have in mind: Y/n L/n and Marty Collins are fanatical about the Back to the Future trilogy, and when the boredom of Social Isolation due to the pandemic hits them, Marty, who is a scientist, decides that he would create a time machine, of course y/n said he was crazy to think that would be possible, but he did, but then regret knocks on his door when he makes it work, that would be a mistake, they would have to destroy it, leave no trace and not let anyone know. But y/n had other plans, she wanted to go back to the wild west, just stay a day or two to see what it was like and then come back. Marty hesitantly accepted, and so they took what was needed and y/n went back to the wild west, but she ends up getting stuck there, how would she get back to her time? What wrong could happen? 

PrattPack Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons. 

I'm kind of stealing the idea from @im-an-octopus where she does some headcanon about some Chris Pratt's characters, and I really wanted to do something like that, but I don't know if I'm really going to do this or when I'm going to do this, but it's been on my mind for a few days now. (And maybe accept requests from them)

Characters that would include:

Peter Quill

Owen Grady

Josh Faraday

Jim Preston 

Andy Dwyer (maybe, I need to watch more Parks and Recreation to find out more about him)

Onward - Barley Lightfoot x Reader

I'm divided into three ideas, and I don’t know if I write them all or choose only one. 

First: Y/n is a mermaid, coming from a special lineage with several stories, and perhaps one of the only families that continues with her ancient traditions, so she along with her father, mother and brother ended up moving away from the rest of the family and moving to Mushroom Town, but when she finds out that her family is in danger, an unknown person says that she must find two people, a wizard and a knight, she was very confused because of this, and said that wizards no longer exist, but not long after she sees a news about Ian Lightfoot she went to find him, because she believed he was who that unknown person was talking to. Maybe this will be a long journey. What surprises await for you?

(both the second and the third would happen kind of in an AU where it happens in the real world, and everyone is human)

Second: Y/n is new to the city, and is in the penultimate year of High School, she feels out of place and alone, in the beginning some people even tried to be friends with her, but when y/n realized that they were assholes she walked away and decided it was better to be alone, who needs friends, right? Everything seemed to be going well, or at least the best possible, until school literature work needed to be done in pairs, the pairs were drawn and she ended up with Barley Lightfoot, she wasn't very comfortable with that, not because of the things she had heard about him, but because she really didn't want to do that to other people, because she was afraid that she could do something and he would end up making fun of her and she would suffer again, but things were much better than she expected and maybe that was the beginning of a new friendship? Or something else? 

Third: Y/n's younger brother got hooked by QoY, and because of that, he and his friends would go to an event that would take place in the city, where it would be kind of a rpg but with everyone acting and dressing properly instead of being on the board, with their father traveling, y/n is responsible for taking his brother there and waiting until everything is over, but maybe with some events the heart of y/n will end up being stolen by a handsome knight. 

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Fear and Trust

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 27 - "I think I'm in love with you"

Pairing: Joshua Faraday x G!N Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Requested Taglist: @spuffyfan394

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Faraday let out a sigh as he leaned against the fence of the horse pin, he watched the horses roam around as his mind raced. His thoughts had been preoccupied with one thing and one thing only, you.

Ever since you joined the group a few months back, you had been growing on Faraday. And now, he could do nothing but think about you. He would catch himself watching your every move, you turned his head at the sound of your voice, your laugh would make his heart race.

He was stubborn in regards to his feelings, so for a while, he refused to see those feelings for what they were. Love. He was a self-proclaimed adulterer, and “worlds greatest lover”, so the idea of settling down with one person seemed uninteresting to him.

That was, until you came along. And now he could no longer entertain the thought of being with anyone else. He tried, oh did he try, to flirt and seduce any attractive woman that came near him. But every time he did, he felt his heart sink, and anytime you saw him doing so, he felt a guilt he was unaware he could feel. Because he knew how you felt about him. If he hadn’t noticed it, the others surely would have told him. But he saw it. The way you watched him, cared for him. He saw it in others that fell for him in the past. But this was the only time he felt it was requited from his end as well.

This drove him crazy. This want, this need for you to be with him. If he wanted a quick go with you, it normally wouldn’t stop him. But you were kind, and trusting, good. And he didn’t want to hurt you, not like that. But because the thoughts he had, about being with you, and not wanting to be with anyone else terrified him, he was unsure of what to do. And more than that, he did not trust himself to never hurt you.

So, he did the only thing he could bring himself too. And that was to hide it from you, and in turn, from himself. But, he found this harder to do with you in his presence every day. So he also made the decision to avoid you as much as he could.

And of course, you noticed this. Your evening conversations, card-games, and joking conversion were replaced by silence and loneliness. You approached him a few times, worried that something was wrong. He would give you a few excuses before hurrying off, and leaving you highly disappointed, and hurt by the outcome. Though this, he didn’t really notice. He was too busy trying to shove the thoughts of you out of his head.

Faraday’s thoughts were interrupted when you came into view. Watching you, he studied your figure as you slowly walked away from him and towards the treeline in the distance. He felt his chest tighten a bit as he noticed the slower pace of your walk, as well as the stoic look on your face. Ever since he had distanced himself from you, he noticed you had become less animated than normal. He knew it was his fault, and that made him feel a guilt he could not get rid of.

Letting in those thoughts again, that he usually pushed away, he allowed himself, just this once, to relish in them. The idea of kissing you, holding you in his arms. Of you lying in his arms at night, and him waking up to your face every morning.

And if he were to embellish a little further, he thought about one day marrying you, or you two making a home for yourself. At first these thoughts terrified him, made him want to run. But now, as he watched you walk away from him, the only thing he was terrified of now, was the idea of missing out on all of those things.

He wanted you, and no one else. And as he began to follow after you, he accepted that it was time he did something about it, before he lost the opportunity all together.

- - -

You crouched down and stuck your hand in the stream, as you stared at the running water. It was cool, but not too cold, and you were almost tempted to get in, had it not been getting late in the day. Your mind was so busy with thoughts, you hadn’t heard someone approaching from behind.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” A voice asked softly from behind you.

You jumped ever-so-slightly at the sudden intrusion. Turning your head, and looking back, you see Faraday standing a few feet away, clearly unsure of what he was doing. Ignoring his question, you stood up, facing away from him “So, talking to me again then are you?”

Faraday winced a bit from the venomous tone in your voice. Accepting that he deserved it, he cleared his throat and began to walk over to the stream “Yeah...sorry about that.” He apologized, though it was not entirely convincing.

“Was there a reason for that?” You asked, finally looking at him as he stopped next to you. “Did I do something?” You asked, your voice giving away your insecurity a bit more than you meant it to.

His eyes snapped to yours, and he felt guilt rip through him. Of course you would think it was something you did. ‘Idiot.’ He cursed himself silently as he shook his head “No, no, it wasn’t you, it was me...it was this.” He pointed at his head with a frown “Got lost in here.”

You turned towards him, your face now laced with both curiosity and concern “Why didn’t you talk to me Joshua?” His name on your lips made his heart stutter. “We talk about everything else, so what was it you couldn’t talk to me about?”

He swallowed, feeling nervous as he met your eyes. “You.” He said softly.

You frowned, and creased your brow in confusion. “Me?” You asked slowly. “What does that mean?”

He cleared his throat and shuffled around a bit as he looked at the stream “I’ve been trying to figure something out and I...I wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, or how to say it.” He let out a soft chuckle “Hell, I don’t even know if I figured it out yet. But I know my... avoidance, hasn’t gone unnoticed and I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault…’cause it’s not.”

He looked back at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes, and you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. You took a small step closer to him “What is it Joshua? Tell me.”

He swallowed again, as his mind was filled with thoughts and excuses. Some telling him to lie, some telling him to run. Letting out a breath, he shut them out as he stared into your eyes “I think I’m in love with you.”

He saw the surprise cross your face, and he began to panic. Were you going to laugh at him? Turn him down? Run away? You looked down at your hands and back at him, and he saw something in your eyes he couldn’t recognize.

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest as you processed what he said. All of the feelings you pushed down, wreaking havoc in your mind and body. You looked at him a bit nervously “Why is that such a hard thing to accept?” You asked, almost hurt by the fact that he seemed to fight it so heavily “Is that such a horrible thing?” You almost laughed.

He felt his heart drop as he saw the pain cross your face. He shook his head “No, not it’s not. I’m not...I’m not afraid of loving you Y’n.” He said softly. “I’m afraid of you loving me. And me...well, being me...I’m not the most dependable person. Though I- I love the thought of having you all to myself, and being with you...I don’t wanna break your heart. My past isn’t something I can trust...and you don’t deserve what I might do. I might run again, I might get scared. Now, I don’t want to....I really don’t. But I just...don’t know if I can trust myself not to hurt you like that.”

You took a step closer, so now that you were right in front of him, and he stared into your eyes, desperation filling his gaze. “I trust you.” You said softly, almost catching him off guard. “Isn’t that enough?”

He shook his head “I don’t want to betray that trust.”

“I don’t think you will. I think I know you more than you want me to Joshua. And I think you have it in you.”

He let out a small sigh. Seeing the honesty in your eyes, and hearing it in your voice, knowing that you believed in him, was all he needed. A smile crossed his face as he took a step closer, your faces now only an inch apart as he stared into your eyes.

Bringing up his hand, he gently caressed your face. He spoke softly, almost in a whisper “If I show any signs of screwing this up, you give me a swift kick in the pants and bring me back into form, alright?”

You let out a small giggle that made his heart skip a beat. You nodded “Sounds like a deal.”

He bit his lips a little as his eyes grazed over your lips. Meeting your eyes again he smiled a little “So then, what the hell.” He said, giving in to his temptations as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

Bringing your hands up, you gently held him as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss, which you returned fervently. Both of you glad that your feelings were requited, as you began, what would become a wonderful adventure together.

xx End xx

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Red Harvest

One Shots

Where Are You Headed?

Ride On Part 1, (on hiatus)

Cold Nights - Drabble

Drabbles

“It’s cold, you should wear my jacket.”

Headcanons

Faraday, Vasquez, and Red Harvest BroT3

Dating Would Include…

Vasquez

One Shots

When the Morning Comes

Run Away With Me

Any Regrets

Here Comes Trouble

I Found You

Drabbles

“I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years since meeting you.” “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” (18+)

Headcanons

Being His S/O

Faraday Vasquez, and Red Harvest BroT3

Joshua Faraday

One Shots

Nice Shootin’

I’d Rather Stay

Proposal

Drabbles

“It’s okay, to cry…” “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

“You need sleep.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

Headcanons

Being His S/O

Faraday, Vasquez, and Red Harvest BroT3

Billy Rocks

One Shots

Your Hair is So Soft - Drabble

Drabbles

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

You and Billy plan to go to Goody’s Halloween Party, but then get sidelines

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

Vasquez x Reader x Faraday

One Shots

Standing Still

Goodnight x Billy Rocks

One Shots

The Day We Met

General Fic

One Shots

Angels on a Hill

Some Things Never Change

Bad Memories

Headcanons

Harry Potter AU

[treklock-lotr-chick]

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! I love how everyone was kinda being mean in a joking manner, you know teasing Manuel and all but then Chris just goes and compliments him, on his work, his acting, his stunts he just WORSHIPS Manuel and Ethan is pointing out how Chris and Manuel work flawlessly together and that they were perfect for each other in the movie and it just MAKES MY DAY because Manuel is not as famous as all the other actors he gets to work with in this movie and they're doting on him and saying amazing things about him and CHRIS IS JUST LIKE 'I got you baby' and takes him under his wing and UGH

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Faraday and reader where he accidentally injures her and tries to make it up, even if she has forgiven him multiple times

“How’s your ankle?”

You laughed. “It’s been a week since it’s been better and you still ask me that every time you see me.”

“No I don’t,” he said. “I know you’re fine. Vas said you’d like it if I asked.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re pretty good at acting like you don’t care about anything but I see right through you. You feel guilty because it was your fault.”

He laughed. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”

“Because I do,” you said. “I did pick up on a few things when I spent three weeks taking care of you after you got blown up.”

“And you only scratched the surface,” he said.

“Ahh yes, I’m sure there’s much more to you behind the facade of a snarky, salty, drunkard,” you teased.

He frowned at you. “There is.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m just messing with you.”

“Yeah?” he said. “What do you see behind that facade then?”

“I’m not telling,” you said. “I have work to do; I’ll see you around, Mr. Faraday.”

*****

“What’re you doing out here?” it was late, and you had decided to go out for a walk before bedtime. Sleep was eluding you and it was a quiet, peaceful evening. Stars twinkled in the dark vault of the night sky overhead. You hadn’t been expecting to find Joshua Faraday sitting on the porch of the inn across the street. 

“Just thought I’d stretch my legs,” you said. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Would you care for a drink?” he asked.

“Are you buying?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said.

“And why would that be?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Can’t I do something nice for someone?”

“I don’t think you would without an ulterior motive, and I think that motive is guilt,” you said. “Because you hurt me.”

“Stop saying it like that,” he said. “It makes it sound worse. And so what if it is? I’m offering you to buy you a drink. Do you want it or not?”

“Relax,” you said. “I do. Let’s go.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

[coffeeandtin]

B 10 with Faraday. Where the reader cannot swim and they need to cross a river bed. But she does not tell Faraday about her not knowing how to and he ends up saving them all the while he is also scolding because his is shaken by almost losing them.

Here ya go! (Just so you know, the entire time I was writing this, I couldn’t quit thinking of that scene from The Mummy where Brendan Fraser throws Rachel Weisz into the river!) 

               “We’llhide our stuff here, and come back for it later,” Joshua said as he unfastenedhis gun belt with haste, and set it behind a rock with disproportionate care. “Takeoff your dress.”

               “Awfullyforward of you, Mister Faraday,” you said, even as you took off your own weapon,and began shucking off your dress. The dress was a formality, really. The pantsyou wore beneath kept you covered.

               “Don’twant you getting too water-logged,” he said as he shook his head and grinned.

               “How considerate.”

               Youboth snickered, and once your belongings were stashed. You scanned the distancefor your pursuers before you followed him to the edge of the river.

               “This’llhave to be good enough,” he said as he grimaced at the body of water before you.

               Thewidth of the river never seemed to taper, and the current never seemed to slow.

               “On thebright side, it doesn’t look like there are too many rocks,” you observed.

               “Naw,”Faraday said, as he waded into the water. “I’m sure they’re submerged.”

               You letout a nervous chuckle. The water reached Faraday’s midriff before he turned tosee that you had not moved any further.

               “Thewater’s cold, but there are bandits after us,” he reminded you.

               “Hellof a day,” you acknowledged as you stepped toward the waiting water, andconsidered taking your chances with the pack of thieves at your backs.

               You’dnever had occasion to learn how to swim, and now that you lacked any otheroption, it seemed like a grave oversight.

               Can’t be that hard, you thought. Just don’t drown.

               Keepingyour eyes on Joshua’s back, you went as quickly as you could. You navigated therocks, and righted yourself if you slipped. You built confidence until thewater reached your chin; it wouldn’t be long before the water was too deep, andyou’d have to paddle. After one more step, the riverbed fell away and your headslipped below the surface. You splashed backward and lost your footing. Yourarms and legs flailed. You found no purchase, or air. And then you were sweptaway.

               Faradayturned in time to see you disappear.

               No!

               Hesucked in air and paddled back toward where he hoped you’d be. He alternatedtreading water and searching the surface, and groping dumbly beneath him.

               Heshouted your name, and let the current carry him. Lack of air made his headspin. How long had you been missing? It was sheer luck that he saw your upperbody floating around the bend in the river. He rallied and lunged after you.The river had become narrow, but it was also deep. There was a tree that hadfallen and its length spanned nearly the entire width of the river. Unless hismind was playing tricks on him, he thought he saw you caught in the branches. Faradaylet he current take him to the tree. His chest hit the trunk hard, but he held tight,and dragged himself toward you.

               I’m coming, he thought. Hold on!

               He untangledyour insensible body from the branches and held you tight as the water pulledyou both further down the river. The cuts and scrapes he saw were the least ofhis concerns.

               Jesus Christ, I don’t think she’s breathing.

               Herepeated your name and held you close. He was a scared little boy, and if therewere tears in his eyes, the river washed them away, too. The water occasionallytook you both under, and he would pull you both back up.

               Thenwhen you were out of the shadow of the rocks, the current became more forgiving;and there was sand. Faraday pulled you out of the water. His own breathing wasragged, and he slumped to his knees beside you.

               “Hey, c’mon,”he said as though he expected you to answer him.

               “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” He begged.

               Hetilted your head back, and began pressing your chest. He pulled in as deep abreath as he could, covered your mouth with his and forced air into you. He becamemore desperate with every repetition, but by the third time he put his hands onyour chest you began to sputter, and cough, and choke. He helped you turn over,and rubbed your back as you retched.

               “Thankyou,” he whispered.

               Youboth sat there, bereft of energy.

               “Youdon’t know how to swim, do you?”

               “Neverhad to learn,” you confessed, and fought the urge to cough.

               “Jesus! Why didn’t say something?!”

               Youflinched at his tone, but kept your eyes riveted on the space between your feet.

               “Didn’tseem like we had much choice,” you pointed out.

               “Wecould have…fair enough,” he conceded. “I could have helped you, though. Youjust had to ask.”

               “Fairenough,” you echoed.

               Yourpride had got the better of you, and it took a brush with death for you torealize it. When you were sure you weren’t going to topple under your ownweight, you pushed yourself upward and got to your feet.

               “Weshould probably be going.”

               Faradayagreed and joined you. The walk back to meet the rest of the group waspunctuated by questions from Joshua.

               You know how to ride a horse, right?

               Your guns? You can shoot them,yeah?

               I mean…I just want to make sure.

                That wasa fair, you supposed.

[kirayamidemon]

Faraquez + thebestaccurate Texts From Last Night

[imaginethatawriter]

Headcannons more specifically for interaction with Faraday ( he is literally my boo) from the being a part of the Mag7 list, please!

 You and Faraday become very close partners as your time with the Magnificent Seven increases. 

He likes to give you unwanted advice about your horse riding or your shooting. A lot of the time his advice is 99% incorrect but sometimes it’s useful.

You two have even figured out a way to make money when stopped in towns on your journey. 

While Faraday plays poker against the local townspeople you wander around and look clueless. 

You steal glances at all the mens’ hands and when the time comes you’re able to tell Faraday exactly the information he needs.

He calls you over as a “lucky charm” and you drape yourself over his shoulder and subtly make gestures as to what to do. 

You always split the money fifty-fifty.

It should go without saying that you have been run out of town a couple of times.

You’ve convinced him to show you how to perform a few card tricks, but it always comes with a lot of grumbling. 

You’re not very good at the tricks, but you try your best to demonstrate for the man who taught you. 

He humors you even though most of the time you’re showing him the wrong card. 

Since you seem to like Faraday a lot I’m going to include some headcanons for how things would be if it turned romantic. 

It’d be a super casual transition from being friends to being in a relationship. 

You gradually start sleeping closer to each other and sharing food. 

What used to be pretend flirting during poker games turns into real flirting. 

One day your horse gets a rock stuck in its hoof so you have to walk for a couple of days. You jokingly ask if you can ride on his horse with him and he seriously says yes. 

It doesn’t last long, but it was fun while it lasted. 

There is only one time that he even suggests that you stay out of gun fights. 

His heart is in the right place, but his concern is unwarranted. 

You tell him if he suggests it again you’ll let him loser poker on his own. 

You’re only 30% joking. 

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Preference: How They Propose (Mag 7)

I don’t really know how they proposed in the old west and couldn’t find much on it so I don’t know how accurate any of this is. -- Mod T

Sam Chisolm

Sam Chisolm was smooth and traditional. He managed to run off at some point to purchase a ring and stashed it away, simply waiting for the right time. The last thing you expected after relaxing for one of the first nights in a while was waking up to a note on the bedside table. It didn’t say much, just stated that Chisolm wanted to see you on the edge of town. Almost worried there had been trouble, you didn’t wait too long. Once you got to the edge of town, he pulled out the ring, dropped to one knee, and proposed to you.

Joshua Faraday

Joshua Faraday wasn’t really the most romantic or really even the greatest at planning, though sometimes he could. You had forgotten about a ring that he had won in a gamble and figured he had just pawned it off for some extra cash, but at the time you had really liked it. To your later surprise, Faraday had kept it after you told him it was beautiful. One night, he seemed to be rather deep in contemplation of something when you bugged him about whatever was bothering him. He held out the ring and asked you to marry him as if it was some casual question, but you weren’t going to say no anyway.

Vasquez

Vasquez never thought he was the marrying type. In fact, he tried to stay out of anything that would require such emotions. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to care about people, he was just scared of them getting hurt or hurting them. You, however, didn’t seem to really be going anywhere no matter what happened, so he ended up getting a ring and waited. It wasn’t the most romantic situation, but when you’re an outlaw, that’s pretty unavoidable. Since you two were hiding out in an abandoned cabin, he ended up just sliding the ring on your finger and almost saying you were going to marry him more than asking. You said yes anyway.

Goodnight Robicheaux

Goodnight knew how to be romantic and gentleman when he wanted to, but you knew all sides of him so he didn’t really try too hard in that area. If the situation called for it, he would, and he toyed with that for his ideas on proposal. But then, your relationship had never been overly romantic or required him to act like the perfect gentleman. Billy helped him get a ring and then he waited in the hallway for you one morning. Once you stepped out, he smiled a bit and held out the ring. You studied it a moment, shooting him a questioning look before he asked if you’d marry him.

Billy Rocks

Billy felt entirely out of his element when he decided to make his decision to marry you. He went to Goodnight for advice and the older man helped him pick out a ring. He also told Billy a million ways he could pop the question since his culture’s traditional means didn’t really work in Western America. It took him awhile to decide on how to do it, but he finally did one day when the two of you got away from Goodnight. He did it in a way he figured you would be more accustomed to by getting on one knee and presenting the ring with the question.

Jack Horne

You never expected Jack Horne to propose, seeing as he had been married once before. However, he still did, and with a different ring from his wife’s. You two were on your usual walk home when he asked the question of marriage. He didn’t outright ask if you’d marry him but led up to the question with other questions about marriage. It wasn’t until you answered him and said yes that he presented you with the ring.

Red Harvest

Red Harvest didn’t have a ring and didn’t have his people’s traditional means to propose. He could at least do a part of them but even then, you were an outsider to his culture and wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t going to stop him, though. He put his own twist on it, asking if you would cook for the night, to which you agreed. Afterward, and before eating, he simply stated that you had become like a wife to him. After prodding to make sure that was a good thing, you were happy to accept the title.

Emma Cullen

You had toyed with the idea of proposing to Emma, but all things considered, you held off on it. If anyone was to take the relationship in that direction, it was going to be her. And she did one day, with all new rings. It was more of a conversation than any real proposal, both of you testing the boundaries of it and seeing where the other one stood before she held out a ring and stated that she had wanted it to be official.

Teddy Q

Teddy was honestly nervous to ask you to marry him. He thought about it for quite awhile and decided to go for it one day. Instead of planning anything fancy, he simply headed to your place and held out the ring. With a shy smile and a glance away, he asked if you would marry him. You didn’t know why he was so nervous about it, but you said yes without hesitation.

Bartholomew Bogue

Bartholomew Bogue was traditional in every way for his proposal. He asked for your parents’ blessing, though something told you that was more formality than actually caring. He courted you some, but he knew what he wanted and didn’t hesitate to ask you to marry him. At first, you were tempted to turn him down just to see what would happen next, but you accepted anyway, not sure if the man would be too deterred after a rejection, despite all of his big claims on things.