#lovely request

Some Emma Frost x Female!Reader headcanons? I'd like to see how their dynamics would be if Reader isn't a mutant nor a vigilante but somehow got Emma's attention

emma frost x civilian reader hcs ♪°.

omg dw requests or even just popping into my ask box never bothers me! i’m very sociable :3

it would be incredibly difficult to capture ms. Emma Frost’s attention if you are a regular civilian, with a bland job. she likes people who stand out in a crowd..

you would probably have to be a mutant activist , assistant or designer of some sort to truly catch her eye, for she doesn’t have time to meet with simple people often.

she almost likes the fact you’re not as… interesting as her. it makes her stand out more and makes her feel extra special.

but you also feel more special, being able to dress fancier and take more time to care for yourself. it is awfully nice having such a rich girlfriend, whom adores you.

she spoils you with gifts you have only ever dreamt of, she makes you feel less boring but those doubts still catch up,

some nights you stay restless in bed beside er wondering if she’ll ever become bored of you, since you aren’t nearly as special and shiny as her.

emma crushes those doubts with diamond tight force, she loves you even if she thought you were somewhat dull at first- she won’t lie.

you also help ground her, making her feel more normal when fame, fortune and just her overall status catch up to her. it makes her feel very human being with you.

Oh my goodness. I absolutely love this and I really hope I did it justice! Thank you so much for sharing this idea with me!!

You weren’t one to wander off, especially in a strange space port right before the rag tag team the Mandalorian was putting together was set to leave. So, when Fennec confirms you had yet to return to the ship, panic settles over Boba. You were not a mercenary or a bounty hunter, and while he had taught you how to protect yourself and how to use a blaster, you still weren’t meant for a fight. Boba did everything in his power to keep you from any situation that would put you in harms way. He’d be damned if he let anything happen to you.

Fennec reassures him that you could not have gone far, and it was more than likely you’d gotten distracted by something at the market and were already on your way back to the ship. They split up anyways, to cover more ground as they head out to find you. Boba’s thankful it does not take long, the weight on his chest lifting when he finds you sitting, knees curled up to your chest behind the cantina. It’s instantly replaced with rage as he takes note of your puffy, red eyes. Tears stain your cheeks as you sit, sniffing and hiccupping.

“Mesh’la?” Boba moves slowly, kneeling at your side, one hand held out. “What happened?”

Your eyes go wide, watching him with the skittish nature of a frightened animal. Boba will end whoever’s made you feel this way. “Boba…”

“It’s alright,” he slowly sets his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles there, “I’m right here, cyare. You can tell me what happened.”

Another sob wracks your form as you look up to his gaze behind the dark visor. “I’m sorry Boba…”

What did you have to be sorry for? Boba shakes his head, “you have nothing to apologize for.” He coaxes again, cupping your cheek in his gloved hand, brushing away the tears, “tell me what happened.”

“I wanted to confront Bo Katan and the other Mandalorian about what they said to you…” you voice is barely louder than a whisper, but your words ring in his ears like you shouted them. You’d gone to stand up for him, against two Mandalorian warriors, one of which claimed to be the rightful ruler of Mandalore, all on your own. For his reputation.

“Cyare, you didn’t need to do that.” He was used to insults and other people looking down on him. It does not faze him these days, after all, he’d proved them wrong in the end.

You shake your head, anger quickly replacing the tears. “But I did! No one has the right to talk to you like that! I couldn’t just sit by and let them insult the man I love!”

Boba swears the planet stops spinning. He was the last man in the galaxy who deserved love, especially from someone as perfect as you. You deserved more than a broken man like him. Yet here you were, defending his honor because you loved him too much to stand by. “Cyare…”

“Oh kriff!” You slap both hands over your mouth, eyes comically wide, “that’s not how that was supposed to go. I wanted to tell you properly-”

In a flash Boba’s ripped his helmet off, carelessly tossing it away before crashing his lips to yours. He may not deserve you, but he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers.

;D

Yeasss ✨✨✨

Puppycan and Sparkling Vampire ✨

I cannot, too cute! Marcus would give the best cuddles!

Black and White-- Marcus Pike x gn!reader

You were by no means “uncultured” as Marcus had been claiming all week. Your degree in art history was proof enough, not to mention the minor in classical literature you had garnered along with it during undergrad. Yet once Marcus had discovered your lack of classic film repertoire, he’d sunk his teeth into it, filling the time on your week long sting with a barrage of questions on which movies you had or had not seen. It had simultaneously made your drawn-out case bearable and unbearable; killing time and revealing to your teammate how little classical pop culture you actually knew. Though you swear some of the movies he pitched had to be made up, there couldn’t be that many films you’d missed out on.

“That’s it- I can’t stand it anymore!” Marcus had suddenly declared on day four of the stake out, “after we wrap this case, you’re coming over and I’m making you sit through at least Casablanca.”

“What if I already had plans?”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, his expression dubious, “you have plans? With who?”

You’d cursed the man for how attentive he was. You had been transferred to Marcus’s team in DC a few weeks after he had. Since your arrival the unit had been swamped with cases, leaving you little time to settle into the city and build up your social life from scratch. You’d mentioned the predicament to Marcus before, off hand over one lunch break or another, hoping he could sympathize with your plight. He had and even offered to spend some time with you exploring the city once you all finally managed some time off. The idea excited you more than you liked to admit but so far nothing had ever come to fruition with how large the unit’s case load had grown.

Instead, you found yourself obligated to spend movie night with your fellow FBI agent and Marcus kept his word. With an uncanny sixth sense he’d appeared next to your desk just as you’d finished submitting your last report for the night, quick to catch you before you could slip out unnoticed and fall into the bed that was calling your name at home. It wasn’t that you were opposed to movie night with Marcus, because the idea of the two of you alone and at his place was appealing, but you would have preferred to be watching something filmed within the last decade, and maybe not immediately after wrapping up one of the most hectic cases of your career. Every reservation you had about his plans went out the window the moment he flashed you that dazzling smile of his. How could you say no him when he looked at you like that?

“Pizza and beer to celebrate another case solved-” he grins, laying the food and drinks out on his coffee table- “and quality films to broaden your mind.”

Nursing a beer, you roll your eyes and lean back into his plush coach, “my mind is plenty broad.”

Waggling a finger in your face he shakes his head, “you don’t get to say that till after you’ve watched at least one.”

“Fine.” Biting your bottom lip to suppress and smile you both settle in for the night. Even if they were not your first choice for movies you had pizza, beer, a mountain of blankets and Marcus for the evening, you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate another case closed and long weekend ahead of you. Just had to ignore how painfully close he was to you under your shared blanket and the way he oh so casually drapes his arm behind you on the back of the couch.

Snuggled into the couch, warm and almost leaning into Marcus’s side, the week hits you fast and hard. The exhaustion washing over you despite your best efforts to follow the movie. No matter how hard you fight it you can barely keep your eyes open forty-five minutes in. Marcus appears invested in the movie, seeming to not have notice your struggle. So, you decide it can’t hurt to take a quick snooze. If you can sleep through the rest of this one maybe you’ll have just enough energy to sit through whatever movie Marcus picks out next.

.

Marcus can’t help but smile when your head hits his shoulder. He’d been waiting for the right excuse to invite you out for weeks, wanting to spend time with you outside the office. Not as teammates but maybe as something more. The hope had been to ask you out on a proper date, dinner and drinks at a nice, quiet restaurant, not pizza and beer in his living room. But as you curl up into his side, a small smile gracing your lips, even in your sleep, Marcus decides he wouldn’t have wanted this night to go any other way. He’s happy to be your pillow so long as it means you’re comfortable and get some much-needed rest.

This prompt is absolutely made for Marcus. I hope I did it justice because I too am absolutely in love with this man. Thanks so much for sending this in!

Pancakes--Marcus Pike x gn!reader

“Staring at it isn’t going to make a lead magically appear, ya’ know.”

Marcus jumps in his seat, eyes darting up to your figure in the doorway. “Well apparently it makes you magically appear.”

Rolling your eyes, you lean against the corner of his desk. “Ha ha, real comedian.”

“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” he shrugs, leaning back into his plush office chair.

“Stick to your day job.”

“Hey! I’m trying to but I’ve got this distraction that won’t go away,” he pouts in mock offense, arms crossed. The messy scruff makes it difficult for you to take him seriously.

“I’m trying to distract you because you’ve been holed up in here for hours, Marcus. Everyone else has gone home.” You’d been on your way out the door too when you’d noticed his office light was still on. Frustrating cases like these gave Marcus tunnel vision. He cannot see or think of anything but the case, often forgetting to take care of himself in the process. “You need to rest too. You’re no good to the team if you’re dead.”