Male!Tinkerbell/Reader - Just BelieveMore Like This
Male♂Tinkerbell/Reader - Just Believe
(Tinkerbell - Tink) (All other characters gender stay the same)
(Y/n) - Your name
(L/n) - Last name
(B/n) - Brother's name
(H/l) (h/c) - Hair length; Hair color
(P.S. If you don't have a brother just pretend it is your sister. If you don't have a sibling then just make up a name. *shrugs*)
"There's no such thing as fairies! Why can't you get that through your thick head, (B/n)!?" You shouted out at your little brother who kept pestering you about ridiculous things such as fairies and magic. He ran up to you and pointed accusingly at you with a heated glare.
"Yes, there is! And there are also Indians, pirates, and Peter Pan!" He said with a pouting frown lingering on his young face. You scoffed and rolled your (e/c) eyes at this. Your dumb little brother just needed to learn such things like magic
Want (Tenth Doctor X Master's Daughter!Reader)More Like This
Author's Note: Based off the episode of Doctor Who titled "The Last of the Time Lords", which I do not own, and will probably not make sense if you haven't seen it
“No!” The word flew from your mouth and you ran to your father, pressing a hand to the crimson stain spreading across his abdomen.
The Doctor followed not far behind, both of you cradling his body as his breathing slowed.
“Regenerate! Please, regenerate!” You begged, the Doctor pleading with him as well. You knew that your father was a bad man, and you knew that what he did to the Doctor was wrong, but you still didn’t want him to die. He was your father, the only one you’d ever get.
You glanced over at your mother, who was staring at your father with a blank expression.
“Father please, please regenerate.” You pleaded, tears streaming down your face. The Master, as he liked to be called, didn’t answer, just brought a hand up to your face, stroking gently before, with a ga
Dehydration Tenth Doctor x ReaderMore Like This
Click. You turned slowly to face the door. Tentatively, you tried the handle. To your dismay, it was locked. You couldn't help letting an exasperated sigh slip out of your mouth, followed by, "You've got to be kidding me."
You turned around and put your back to the door. Now you faced him. He was stuck in this room with you, and you just so happened to have feelings for him. "Well then. Do you have any ideas?", you asked hopefully. "Welll..." He thought for a moment, as you held your breath. "Nope. I've got nothing. I'm sorry." You let your breath out with a sigh. Then you slid to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest. The farther from him that you were, the better off you'd be.
"What are you doing?", he asked you. You lifted your head to look at him and replied, "We might as well get comfortable, until one of us comes up with an idea to get out of here." "Oh", was all he said. He sat on the floor in front of you with his legs crossed.
You let your head fall back and res
A Thing Of Honor - The Hobbit - Reader InsertMore Like This
You looked away from your torn scrolls and tomes when a loud squeak echoed throughout your fortress's walls. This was unusual, since you didn't use doors. Your large size prevented you from doing so, but a dragon could find a way inside a castle, even if it meant knocking down walls. You did this on occasion, many times by accident, whether you swung your tail the wrong way or stretched your wings too high.
However, today it seemed you had a guest. Something that never happened.
As you rose to your feet and hunted down the intruder, you wondered what kind of person would be brave enough to trespass upon a dragon's domain. You imagine it to be some glory seeking knight eager on claiming your head, or maybe a fiendish rouge, perhaps a dwarf, seeking whatever treasure you may have.
Unless they sought knowledge, they would find nothing from you. Your horde, unlike your brother and sister dragons, was made of not gold, but books. Books and tomes and any other items that held knowledge of hi
Focus (Stiles Stilinski X McCall!Reader)More Like This
"Stiles, can you please come over?" You barely managed to ask, clutching your phone tightly in your hand.
"__y/n__? What's wrong?" Stiles questioned anxiously, and you could already hear him shoving on shoes and grabbing his keys, despite it being almost midnight (on a school night, even).
"The power's out, which you probably already know, but Scott's with Allison and mom's at the hospital and I think I might be having a panic attack?" You let out in one long breath. "I just," You groaned and paused. "It's making my wolf want to come out, and I don't think I can control it."
"I'll be over in like two minutes, just try and stay calm, okay?" Stiles suggested, and you nodded, bundling under your blanket and clinging onto your pillow for dear life. The wind was howling, the rain was pelting loudly against your window, and thunder was cracking across the sky every couple of minutes.
It was making it seriously hard to remain calm.
A few minutes later, you heard Stiles' Jeep pulling into your
://Fixations [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ]| ♌ |More Like This
Kuroo was always distracted whenever you tied your hair up. The motions of you gathering your hair and securing it high above your head, the exposure of the smooth skin that was normally hidden, the few wisps that escaped your hair tie – they were all extremely stimulating, to say the least.
There were days when he would secretly (and unabashedly) stare at the nape of your neck while you studied at your desk. Other times, when you would press your back against his chest and lean your head back to kiss his cheek, he’d catch a glimpse of the column of your neck and think of how much he wanted to litter your skin with bright, red marks. And on the off chance that you would feel a little frisky one night and decide to entertain him, you’d always cock your head to the side to expose yourself to him, knowing well that he’d follow your expectations without a second thought.
Dad! Gaius x Mom! Reader |Candy Kid|More Like This
“(Name),” Gaius hissed at you, grabbing your arm before you could take a bite of the dinner you’d worked so hard to make (with his help). You shot him a sideways glare, recovering the vegetables he dropped on the table. “What is Morgan eating?”
“Um…dinner.” You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And in all honesty, it was; the child was doing nothing more than shoving a handful of minced veggies in his mouth, not realizing his father was staring at him.
“No, I mean WHAT is he eating? What is he putting into his mouth right now??” He pressed into you, squeezing your arm tighter. If you looked closely he almost seemed horrified.
“He’s eating vegetables, Gaius. I’m sure you’ve heard of them, considering you’re the one who cut them up for Morgan in the first place.” You replied sarcastically, but didn’t understand; Morgan shouldn’t be eating veggies. Gaius didn
DreamWeaver (Peter Quill x Reader) Songfic!More Like This
(A/N: The songs used are in the description, as well as the outfit!)
Your love of music had almost rivaled Star-Lord's. Even though you didn't own anything close to the wonder of the galaxy (the Walkman), you still loved hearing the beautiful melodies of instruments and the talented voices of Gary Wright, Jim Croce or Freddie Mercury in particular.
The day that Peter Quill had fallen in love with you was just a casual day; flying through the depths of space in the Milano. You still donned your pajamas, dancing around the ship in your slippers; singing your favourite song: Dreamweaver. He watched you in awe, you had gotten each note of the song absolutely perfect, and you didn't even have the song playing on the music dock. As you spun by, performing your little routine, you gave the almighty Star-Lord the sweetest and most overjoyed smile that he had ever seen. From that moment forth, he was lovestruck with you.
For the past year, Gamora had been pushing Peter to tell you how he felt