Headcanons + Drabble: Ben Miller flirting, falling in love and confessing to the reader (+ first kiss)
Requested By: Anonymous
Pairing: Ben Miller x GN!Reader
Warnings: None!
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
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Flirting > Falling In Love
He found you attractive, and funny, so of course this lead him to flirting with you.
He didn't really think anything would come from it, but he did it anyways, because he was just a flirty guy in general.
Ben found that he liked the way you'd get a bit flustered or blushy if he flirted with you, so in some ways it a bit of a joke to him at first.
He would call you a variety of nicknames, usually a random one in the moment, they were always changing.
Sweetheart or Love (when he wanted to make you blush), Robin (he was batman), Sherlock (when you did something intelligent that often saved the group).
Slowly, he started to notice the way your smile or laugh made his heart flutter. Or the way his eyes would seek you out to make sure you were close.
He seemed to always want to be around you, seeking you out so he could be nearby. He just loved being around you.
If you attended one of his fights, it made him work harder, as he found himself wanting to impress you.
When he got hurt, you would worry over him, and he loved it.
If you were ever put in a dangerous situation, he was protective before hand, but he started to notice that it got worse over time.
He never wanted you to go off alone, and if he lost contact with you for even a moment, he would start to panic.
It didn't really click for him that he was developed honest-to-God feelings for you until William called him a "love-sick puppy"
Once he realized that he had fallen for you, and no longer just saw you as a good friend, he wasn't really surprised, not upset in any way. He was just afraid that you would never feel the same.
When he confided in the boys about his feelings, they laughed at him because they already knew.
And once they reassured him that you certainly returned his feelings, he decided not to run from them.
Confessing + First Kiss:
Benny got into his own head about how to tell you how he felt.
He wanted to say it right, he wanted it to be a romantic confession, though he wasn't sure how to do that.
You were the first person he felt genuine and strong feelings for. He didn't just want this to be a casual relationship, he wanted it to be more, and to last a long time.
He thought maybe he should ask you on a date, or to go out for some coffee, breakfast, dinner maybe.
But one day, when you had been hanging out with the group, and you announced you were going home, he decided now was the moment.
So he offered to walk you home, as it was starting to get dark.
You smiled, and accepted the offer, silently relieved, as you never really liked walking the distance alone. Plus, you liked spending time with him.
The evening was nice and cool, but not cold.
The sky was a nice grey-blue, with a few clouds scattered along the sky.
You walked in silence for a while, before you came across an empty playground.
You smiled and made a comment about how you had spent a lot of time thee as a kid.
Ben, being the childish sort, ran over to the playground, calling out to you to come over.
Joining him at the swings, you sat beside each other. You swung slowly, as Ben swung high, the seat creaking with his adult weight.
You smiled softly to yourself as you looked around the desolate playground, not noticing that Ben had almost come to a stop in his swing. Hearing him clear his throat you looked over, only to find him staring at you.
"What is it?" You sat up a bit, startled by the sudden change in his demeanor.
"Oh, nothing bad, I just-" He hesitated as he scratched his neck. "I've just bee hoping to get you alone for a while now."
"Oh? Why?" You asked softly, hoping your nervousness wasn't obvious in your voice.
He kept looked between his feet, to you as he seemed to be struggling to find his words.
"Ben?" You asked softly.
His eyes met yours and you saw him let out a soft breath. It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye before he was leaning out of his swing, the chain twisted so he was facing you. His hand was cupping your cheek, and his lips were against yours.
You froze for a second as you processed what was happening. Then, closing your eye, you let yourself sink into the kiss. A moment later, he pulled away. Your eyes slowly opened as you met his eyes. He was smiling softly, but he could see your gaze was curious.
"Sorry. Uh-I- I was gonna ask you on a date, or something, so I could tell you how I felt. But, seeing you this close, I couldn't help myself. But I, really like you Y/n, more than I thought I could see, well, anyone really."
A smile crossed your face, and his own widened a bit.
"I'm hoping that smile doesn't mean you're appalled or anything."
A soft chuckle escaped as you shook your head. "Of course not Ben. I feel the same."
He nodded his head and smiled. "Good." You saw his eyes drift to your lips before he spoke again. "Then, you wouldn't mind, if I did it again?"
You let out a soft giggle and shook our head. "No, I wouldn't mind at all."
A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for requesting! You were one of the first Poe blogs I followed in here and I'm lowkey freaking out lol so yeah... hi., I hope you like this! This is kind of a reader insert of Triple Frontier so SPOILER WARNING! This starts right after the first shot is heard at that scene were they are hiding at some rocks.
#7: Carrying them piggyback-style because they rolled their ankle.
#8: Using fabric to try and stop their gash from bleeding so much.
Oscar Isaac character week ✨ Request a prompt!
Pairing: Santiago García x fem. reader
Word count: 800~
Warnings: Angst, language, canon-typical violence (blood and guns).
[gif by @fernandabarrera]
Every two steps he takes, Santiago looks back. He keeps climbing through every rock with sure steps, getting closer and closer to the source of the shooting, but his self-assurance seems to leave his body every time he sees you moving from rock to rock with an aiming gun in your hands.
You feel his eyes on you after every shot is heard, his intense gaze enough of a warning for you to not move too much. But you were not trained like that, it doesn't matter if Pope wants it any other way. Tom is right next to you when he spots someone, his back completely uncovered for anyone hidden between the rocks, so with silent steps you move towards him as he aims and shoots at a young man.
The air is thick for the next couple of steps you take, every sense alert as you keep moving ready to defend yourself. But no one could have heard the man above you, silent as the wind and as fast as it too.
"Tom!" You scream as you aim at the sniper on the rock above, hoping to give him enough time to cover, but he freezes. Tom completely freezes at the sight of the rifle and suddenly a shot goes through his head.
The aim is upon you next, the unfortunate witness. Your shot goes off almost at the same time as his, missing him for just a few centimeters while his hits the edge of your arm.
The cry you let out makes Santiago's blood go cold, and right after he shoots at the man he sees you tumbling downwards, your feet losing balance from the shot you took. Frankie runs to your side when he sees you falling and holds you still, propping you up to sit against a rock. Your whole arm is burning, your hand pressing against the wound with tears falling from your eyes as blood keeps slipping through your fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey. Princesa, are you alright?" Santiago's voice suddenly appears, full of fear as he crouches in front of you; you are not sure if you had ever heard him like that before.
"I'm good, Frankie caught me." Your eyes are squeezed shut, pain going through your body like knives, but still you manage to give a thankful smile to Frankie, who leaves to deal with whatever is going on with the Miller's as screams keep coming from them, leaving you two alone as Santiago examines your body.
"Fuck, I thought I had lost you too." His cap hits the floor, giving his hand free access to push his hair back.
"Not yet, Santi." You try to joke, but you hiss when you try to laugh.
"Where did he hit you?" His strong hands carefully remove yours from your arm, leaving one of them in his hold for you to squeeze.
"He shot me… my arm…" You grunt as he looks for something in his backpack. A scarf comes out, and Santiago's shaky hands are quick to wrap it around the wound.
The blood that keeps coming out of your arm makes his eyes go frantic. "Does it hurt much?" His eyes are filled with concern when he asks, traveling from your face to your arm.
"It stings." You reply quietly. The scarf manages to stop the bleeding, letting him let out the breath he was holding, finally letting you both look at each other after the terrifying minutes you just went through. "I tried to… to tell Tom… I tried…" Words try to leave your mouth but the shock won't let them.
"I know. I know you did, sweetheart." His own voice is scared, and you know he is trying hard to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Santi." You whisper. Your hands reach out to cup his face, as you meet each other's eyes.
He turns his face to kiss the palm of your hand, lingering there for a few extra seconds. "It's alright." His hands hold yours, thumbs drawing circles on them. "I'm just glad you are alright."
He stands up, pulling you up with him.
"Shit!" You hiss when both your feet hit the ground, all your weight suddenly falling into Santiago.
"What is it?"
"I think my ankle twisted with the fall."
"Hold on tight, just a few steps." With his arm gripping around your waist you manage to limp until you reach a plain surface. "Come on now, get up." Santiago crouches slightly in front of you.
"Santi, you are not carrying me and the money for the rest of the walk."
"We just have to get over these mountains," he insists, waving his arms towards his back. "I got you, princesa, just hop on."
So you do, and once you are up and he begins the walk down the mountain your lips find his temple and place a soft kiss on it. The smile on his lips doesn't go unnoticed by you as you hug him tighter. He's got you, he always has.
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“hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here!” + Frankie????
You’re grinning, shooing him into the apartment as you traipse behind him.
“C’mon, get in.”
“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.”
Francisco shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back end of your couch before popping his hands to his hips and serving you a look. Under the brim of his ball cap, you can see the workings of amusement beginning to tug at the ends of his mustache.
“So?”
“So,” you chirp, raising a finger, “You wait right here, and I’ll be back. Because I’ve got something for you.”
Frankie rolls his eyes, adjusting his hat. “Angel, what on earth --”
“Ah! No. No complaints from the birthday boy --”
“I’m not complaining, I just told you that you didn’t have t’ get me anythin’ --”
You’re not listening. You’ve darted into the other room, socks hiding your movements. If Frankie listens carefully, though, he can hear you rummaging through your closet. You curse softly, a bag of sorts rustling quietly. When you emerge from your bedroom, you’ve got a sparkly blue bag in your hands.
Frankie laughs.
“What the hell.”
“C’mon, Frankie, sit down and open it up.”
He does as he’s told, only because seeing the way you absolutely light up is worth it -- you love seeing him happy, he’s realized, and the pilot thinks maybe he’s the luckiest man in the world. He takes a moment, face going a bit soft as he watches you chew your lip and fight a smile.
“Come on, you sit.”
Frankie shifts a bit on the couch cushions as you curl up beside him. Your knees knock his elbow. You’re peaking over his shoulder as he begins to dig into the bag.
The proximity is nice. Safe. Grounding.
“If you got me somethin’ expensive, I’ll kill ya.”
“Yea, yea,” you chirp, “C’mon, old man, open it up.”
Frankie’s hands dive into the bag.
They hit metal.
And, when he pulls out a custom trophy for Best Dad of the Year, his laugh is so loud to strikes a fire in your heart. The sound alone makes you beam ear to ear, hands skimming his back as he doubles over laughing. You’re glad, since the pilot had been strung out these last few months beyond belief. Having an infant around, a baby girl, was hard, especially with work and the divorce and everything in-between. Frankie had been beyond stressed, and after one particularly bad night, he’d made an off-hand comment about winning award for worst dad of the year. Since then, you’d set out on disproving that.
Frankie plants the trophy on the coffee table to admire it, his laughter still hanging in the air.
“You really -- oh my god, angel, you’re too funny.”
“Someone’s gotta remind you that you’re doing a good job.”
“Yeah, well,” he leans, catching your cheek in a chaste kiss, “I’m glad it’s you.”
