People could label you as many things. An old teacher called you “a delight to have in class” which really only meant that you kept your mouth shut and read Charlotte’s Web during recess. You had an ex girlfriend who called you a control freak (this was after you had told her to stop putting her dishes on your side of the sink, but before she had went through your dresses and threw them across your shared bedroom) (you opted to sleep in the guest bedroom that you kept for appearance’s sake that night, and then promptly packed your shit as neatly as possible and moved in with a friend who valued cleanliness). The man who worked behind the counter at the deli down the street correctly pointed out your rigid adherence to routine, as he wrapped up your weekly ham and cheese panini with extra mustard and pickles on the side. These were labels that never really troubled you, you were well aware of what you were like.
Dirty Harry was never high up on your list of anticipated film releases, but you had read a good review in the New York Times that morning, and a teacher at the school you did reception work for had offhandedly mentioned how handsome Clint Eastwood was, and while you generally liked to form your own opinions and didn’t exactly see what Debbie saw in Eastwood in the first place, you found yourself in the cinema nonetheless.
“Hey, miss, I know you don’t work here but I forgot which theatre I’m supposed to go to.” A young man with wire-frame glasses tapped you on the shoulder, holding out his ticket for you to read. “Any ideas?”
Dirty Harry ~ Theatre One ~ 9:30 p.m.
“That big one.” He turned to look at the concession stand. “Behind you.” You reached out, putting your hands on his shoulders and turning him in the direction of the theatre.
“Oh!” He gave you a goofy smile that was wholly not endearing whatsoever, no matter what anyone may tell you. “Well, thank you…” You turned and walked into the theatre. “No name, okay.”
You took your seat in the third row, counting the chairs so you could sit in the middle. There were a scattering of people behind you, but the room was empty for the most part. Settling in, you pulled out your book as you waited for the trailers to start.
“Well isn’t this serendipitous.” You looked up to see the man with glasses shuffling awkwardly into the seat directly in front of you, holding a large popcorn and drink. You shot him a look, moving your book up closer to your nose. “Eastwood fan?”
“Not particularly.” He held up his popcorn towards you. “I don’t like to eat during movies.”
“What, you get nauseous or something?” He tilted his head to look down at your book. “Thomas Hardy.”
“I prefer to focus.” You closed the book around your finger and held it up to his face.
"Oh, I see." He grinned. "Not taking the hint, am I?" He set down his drink and his popcorn. "I'll just leave you to it, miss."
You stared at the page in front of you as the lights began to dim. "Thank you."
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You supposed the movie was an alright time, all things considered, not knowing the slightest thing about San Francisco but thinking Eastwood was generally cool and you suppose handsome enough for being a leading man, and wondering vaguely whether or not he really had fired 5 shots or 6 as you strolled into the lobby. Glasses had stationed himself next to one of the trash cans, finishing off his soda. Slotting in to the can next to him, you rummaged through your bag looking for any stray trash to throw out.
"Pretty great, d'ya think?" He set the half eaten popcorn on the ledge between you two, before folding his hand into a finger gun. "'Do you feel lucky?'"
"That's not what he said."
He laughed. "Well to tell you the truth I lost track myself."
You paused your rummaging, holding back a smile despite yourself. "So stupid," you muttered to yourself. He snorted.
"Say, you work at the Children's School of Science, don't ya?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Not to make it sound like I'm a creep, it's just, well, I'm getting my masters down at the Oceanographic Institution and I think I've seen you around." He stuck out his hand. "Matt, by the way. I do some teaching in the mornings, maybe you'd recognize me in my uniform, so to speak."
You shook your head. "I work the afternoon shifts."
He pointed. "That must be it, I see you in the parking lot sometimes," pausing while flushing red, "Again, not to sound like a creep, just, I just think you're pretty and well..." Trailing off, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Aw hell, this entire interaction isn't going as well as I thought it would."
"No, I- I think I remember seeing you, too." You squinted. "You're the one with all the scuba gear." He nodded emphatically.
"Yeah, that would be me."
"Doesn't that leave a horrible mess in your car?"
"Oh, not at all miss, not at all. I keep it real clean." He seemed like he was doing his best to impress you. "Next time I see you out there you can inspect for yourself."
You swallowed down a laugh, cognizant of just how nervous you apparently made him. "My standards are quite high, and from the looks of it you left quite a pile of popcorn for these poor employees to sweep up."
"I'm changing my ways, honest." He gingerly took the popcorn bag and slid it into the trash can. "You won't be disappointed."
You closed your bag and strode your way to the front doors. "I'll be the judge of that."
25 Days Of Christmas 23/25 Christmas Boat Party (Scenario) Jaws
[Hello My sexy readers, I am here with another Christmas One Shot. This one being Jaws X Reader I hope you all enjoy this chapter!]
(Jaws) (Christmas Boat Party)
(Bruce's POV)
I was swimming listening to the sound of partying. That is when I smell the most delightful scent. I swim and look and see the most stunning human. I would normally eat her but now I want her as mine. Bad thing is she is with worthless humans. I will have to kill them all. So first thing I did was cut the propellers and then started to kill them off one by one. They got in the life boat and tried to get to shore. Fools I broke the boat and went after them one by one until my love was the only one left I pushed her into my cave and knew I will never ever let her go ever.
I spit up her dinner and she sobs she will learn that I am what is best for her and she will never ever leave me.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another one done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]
Heyyyy so I've been in a p rough place emotionally and mentally and you know what? I just wanna fucking cuddle and be comforted so here you go, I made it happen.
@forgivemeimmafloof's Jaws was just made for reader inserts!!
You didn't think that cuddling a skeleton would be so comfortable. The bones you could feel through Jaws' soft sweater were firm but not uncomfortable. You sighed contentedly, nuzzling your face against his chest as he slowly rubbed your back (after last time, both of you knew better than to let him attempt to pet your hair).
Jaws was big, and being curled up in his lap with his arms wrapped around you was incredibly soothing. He was being as gentle as someone of his stature and strength could be, and you appreciated it.
"Thanks. I needed this," you murmur, closing your eyes. Even after a few minutes, you're beginning to drift off. All the tension seemed to drain out of you, leaving you more tired than anything else.
"... 'S no problem hon." You're already half asleep, but you crack open your eyes just far enough to see the soft red flush on his cheeks. You'll have to make sure to give him a kiss and tell him how adorable he is when you wake up...
