excuse me i am not fluffy!!!

Spiders

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for the idea, ily b <3 @llturner7 IT’S A SHORT DRABBLE BABES

Prompt: “How bout a Leo x reader, something comical and fluffy. Where Leo discovers one of her phobias or something. Not sure about what kind of phobia”

Word count: 459

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“Leo!” you yelled, jumping on top of the chair Raphael was sat on, who looked extremely annoyed

“Leo!” he bellowed, smacking his comic on your leg to get you down, “Control yer woman!”

“Excuse me Raph,” you grumbled, take a pause from your screaming, “I am a strong, independent woman. Leo does not need to control me.” ‘Unless in the bedroom.’ You kept that thought to yourself and started screaming again, Raphael becoming ever more irritated. “Just fucking move and kill it Raph!”

“I ain’t movin’ nowhere, I was ‘ere first.”

 After a while, Leo came into the room and looked very amused by what was happening. You were literally sitting on Raphael’s shell, screaming at him to get up and kill the tiny spider that was on the floor of the lair. It was literally the size of a pinky nail.

“What’s going on here-” Both you and Raph started yelling at the same time about what was happening, you jumping from the chair to the table, to the couch and jumping on to Leo.

“Leo! Kill it!” you screamed into his ear, hiding your face into his neck.

“Babe, it’s not there any more,” you screamed again in his ear, crawling further up his large body. Raphael was howling with laughter at this point, probably the sight of Leo’s face as you clambered up to his shoulders, sitting on his shell like you had Raph’s. “[Y/N]. It’s just a spider.”

“It is not just a spider! It’s a demon with multiple limbs and the power to crawl into your mouth while you sleep and kill you from the inside out!” you yelled at him, narrowing your eyes at the ground to find the little critter. “There! There it is!” You screeched, pointing frantically at the ground where the small spider was sat there. Not really moving at all.

Leo walked with you to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and a piece of tissue.

 Getting rid of it was easy; trying to make you stop screaming whilst he carried you and it to the entrance of the lair was the hard part. It was apparently too close to you for comfort.

“My hero!” you grinned as he picked you up off his shoulders and set you down in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Just doing my duty.” He leant down, kissing you softly.

Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

Request here

anonymous requested: hii~ madelyn💕I think you can guess who I am haha! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy scenario where the reader is really shy and get’s scared easily so when she gets scared by something she runs to Jungkook’s arms and tries to hide her self in his chest and she’s all scared and he’s all protective of her? lol I hope this isn’t too much work for you!😅


Okay let me just start off by apologizing for taking foreverrrr to write this. I honestly have no other excuse than just being super unmotivated to write lately! I’m so sorry! Even so, I hope you enjoy this! This is my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you (:

WORD COUNT: 1760

SUGGESTION: Listen to Spring Day while reading (: ALSO STREAM THE F OUT OF THIS MV PLS AND THANK YOU <3

Originally posted by staymyfreak

Scared, are you?

Friday night, 10:45 pm

“AAAAHHH!!!!!” you screamed as you quickly shut the TV off, threw the remote across the room, and clutched your rapidly beating heart. Short and detached breaths left your mouth, which was wide open from the jump scare you had just watched in Train to Busan. After you calmed down a bit and your breathing and heart rates returned to their normal paces, you slowly walked from the couch to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife, accidentally leaving your phone on the couch. You sighed when you remembered this fact, and you picked up your house phone to call the one number you knew by heart: Jeon Jungkook’s. And boy was he in for it.

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But of course - Lafayette x Reader

Request: Anonymous said:Yo :) Could you do a fic where the reader is volunteering at a dogs shelter (walking them or something?) and she meets Laf there and it’s just really cute? :)

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1032

Ship: Lafayette x reader

warnings: cute dog ahead ! <3

(Tagged: @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation )

You shielded your face as the rather large dog you were cleaning decided to shake the water off his coat.

“Oh, C’mon Tiberius.” you groaned before attempting to wipe yourself off. “Every time.”

The big drooly newfoundland dog looked at you with guilty eyes. You sighed and grasped the chub on his face, squishing it softly.

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[fic] we’re still here

hak/yona
timeline: 
canon compliant, when yona is back at the castle.
summary: hak leaves on a mission and yona counts the days til he comes back. nsfw.

notes: beta’d by my love @haatake , honestly she helped me so much with this, couldn’t have done it without her, bless her soul !!!♥♥


Yona looks out from the window of her study and closes her eyes, the sunrise magic of the sky itched behind her eyelids. She loves the sunrise, and the memory of Soo-won’s resemblance of her hair doesn’t cloud her opinion anymore. She is proud of that. She loved sunrises, and she always will.

At twenty years old, Yona is back at her castle with the dawn restored, the kingdom at peace, and the past a mile and breadth away.

But having the state of the kingdom improved doesn’t mean there aren’t small conflicts to take care of.

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spaceflowerprincess  asked:

Question, how do you feel about Gabriel as a character? Like do you hate him or have head cannons for him? (I am wondering because I saw the best PTA dad grabriel post just now, and his bitterness was fantastic. I think he functions best as a dad, evil or not.)

Contrary to popular disbelief, I don’t actually dislike Gabriel Agr//este AS A CHARACTER. I think he serves his purpose within the canonical universe as a force that really shaped Adrien into the boy we see today.

He’s certainly not a good person- between the constant criticisms and strict control of who his son sees/what he is allowed to do, Gabriel is 100% an abusive parent, and no amount of “aww, he got Adrien a Christmas gift!!!” or “aww, he allowed Adrien to go to public school!!!” is going to change that. These are the BARE MINIMUM of being even an OKAY parent, things that should have been done always and things he does not deserve praise for. Sure he is making strides towards redemption, and I’m excited to see what future seasons will do to continue this arc, but Gabe is in no way shape or form “redeemed” in my eyes.

I’ll repeat: Gabriel Agr//este is an abusive parent, and no amount of Manly Angst™ (caused by the killing off/disappearance of a female character no less) is ever going to excuse his gross behavior towards his son, but I understand how this serves the plot of Miraculous Ladybug as a whole- especially when it comes to the dichotomy between Adrien and Chat Noir’s behaviors. What bothers me most is fandom treatment of him as a character.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Canon Gabriel is fine, but Fanon Gabriel is unbearable. Honestly, the way people make light of his abusive nature worries me, and no amount of quirky “My husbando is trash and deserves to be beaten up lol!!” posts are gunna excuse the fact radical Gabe stans are over here attacking anyone who unironically hates the child abuser they’ve been making fluffy headcanons and ~cutesy edits~ of.

(PSA, THIS IS NOT CALLING OUT ANY SPECIFIC USER. I AM JUST GENERALIZING BEHAVIOR AS I HAVE OBSERVED IT FROM A NUMBER OF BLOGS.)

Like… I get that everyone has favorite character, but if you look at a show like Miraculous and instantly zero in on the shallow, abusive, middle aged white guy as the one you want to “protect” from the big bad fandom… you probably need to re evaluate your idea of what makes a character “good”.

Tldr: Gabriel is a character that serves his purpose, but it’s going to take one hell of a canon redemption arc to wipe away the bitterness I have towards him because of his fans.

anonymous asked:

so ive had a really bad night so if u would can i have some headcanons for the legends team (mainly revolving around my Boys mick jax ray and len cuz theyre my comfort characters) u dont have to if you dont want to tho

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT here we go

len:

  • he has a very meticulous skincare routine. he spends at least an hour getting ready for the day and getting ready for bed.
    • he takes jax under his wing for this, the 2 of them have spa days sometimes. it’s very nice
  • he buys a lot of snowflake patterned things just bc he thinks its funny
    • he has snowflake pajama bottoms and a fluffy fleece blanket and some fuzzy socks
  • speaking of which, he has a ton of fuzzy socks bc lisa and mick just. keep giving them to him for his birthday. nothing else, just fuzzy socks. they come in all colors and patterns. he will never have cold feet again
  • he buys his own action figure and places it in inappropriate places around the waverider
    • it becomes a game w the team. where is mini cold hiding? is it in the freezer? in the coffee pot? on the shower head? did ray attempt to hide it by putting his atom suit on it again? who knows!
  • he adopts stray and unwanted pound cats, he has about 5 of them and he loves them very much. he loves to cuddle w them too
  • loves kesha bc i love kesha n love 2 self project

ray:

  • he asks gideon for everyone’s birthdays and always makes sure he makes them something nice they would like/find useful!!
    • he made mick and len matching charm necklaces. they have a little flame and a snowflake on them. ray has one that has an atom symbol on it.
    • len: im not a jewelry person raymond
    • ray: oh thats ok you dont have to wear it
    • len: fuck off im wearing it forever
  • he has a big fluffy blanket that he likes to drape around his shoulders like a cape and walks around dramatically w it. also doubles as his own personal cocoon for when he is feeling a Sad
  • packs lunches for everyone before missions, oh wait that one is actually canon. wild
    • but he starts getting lunch orders after a while
    • mick: wings
    • ray: what?
    • mick: hot wings. next lunch
    • ray: :D !! u got it
  • he has such a sweet tooth. u wouldnt expect it from him bc he is a Buff Boy. but he will swipe all ur cupcakes while u blinked and he will run off to his room n eat them
  • hes rly bad at remembering to eat himself but the SECOND he finds out someone skipped a meal he marches them down to the kitchen and has gideon make them some food. mom friend
  • him and jax are usually the ones who make breakfast for the rest of the legends, or at the very least get the coffee pot running. everyone is grateful, especially sara, who is a tiny hell goblin before she is Caffeinated for the day

mick:

  • he lovs to bake!!! he’s the one who makes the cupcakes and cakes. he was tired of all the waverider’s snacks not having sugar in them. he had to take things into his own hands.
    • one time he made weed brownies. the results were fun.
    • the legends didnt trust him anywhere near an oven at first but he surprised them all with killer brownies. the first batch were not laced. the second batch tho? he’ll never tell
  • he actually rly likes romance novels. he hides them behind the covers of his skin mags. No One Must Know
    • except ray, he knows. he also loves romance novels. they share book recommendations.
  • he’s not the biggest animal lover but he does love len’s cats. he has a favorite cat named Blaze. he’s big and orange and fluffy. sometimes Blaze falls asleep on mick’s lap and mick would rather gnaw his own arm off before he would move to wake him up
  • him and len do that thing where like. one of them points to some random and usually odd looking object and theyre like, “thats you.”
    • mick: *points to a garbage can* that you?
    • len: excuse me, mick, i am not trash. i am recycling. i’m higher quality garbage and thus deserve respect and special attention.
  • cries while watching movies sometimes. especially ones where the dog dies. leave him alone he has Feelings too u know
  • really enjoys the nights everyone gets drunk enough to play strip poker. because he’s really good at poker, and he gets to see his teammates strip. win win.

jax:

  • the BIGGEST britney spears stan. he’ll fuck u up if he catches u throwing shade
  • him and sara have a competition going on called Who Can Give Rip The Biggest Aneurysm. they just do increasingly dangerous and inappropriate things while in rip’s presence until rip gives up and leaves and/or cries
  • has a peanut allergy but one time he figured since he’s on a time ship now with an AI that could recover him from virtually anything, he says fuck it and tries a reeses cup for the first time. he cries, and not just out of the anaphylactic shock, but also because it was probably the best thing he ever tasted
  • the first time he meets wally he falls in love like, immediately. even moreso when he finds out wally is into racing cars. he gets wally’s number and they flirt over text
    • one time sara stole his phone for something and she saw the messages and hounded him over it, asking how long they’ve been together and when the FUCK was he gonna tell her he got such a cute boyfriend, she’s so proud
  • used to work a ton of jobs in high school. fast food? retail? family restaurants? he’s had to deal with the torture of them ALL
  • he loves his momma so much!!! he makes rip drop them off in central city in time for her birthday so he can visit her. she ends up inviting all the legends over for dinner and adopts them all

hopes this makes u feel a little better! :3c

Nerdy (M)

Requested by: Anon – Sorry for waiting for 40946073 years (the title sucks, I know but… ugh)

Characters: Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7), You (Reader/OC), Other GOT7 members

Genre: Smut, AU, and Fluff

Warning/s: Pierced!JB, Virgin Sex, etc.

Length:  5,419 words sorry it is too long OMFG I got carried away again and I had a writer’s block for a while so again I am so sorry

A/N  So here I am again please excuse this shit of a story and please bear with me and I am sorry that I am bringing up pierced!jb again I just find it suitable for the Anon’s request lol – And also this is going to be a fluffy and oh-so-cringy first time virgin sex sooooo IDK  I apologize for any error and such

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“Shit! What the!”

Your books fell on the ground along with your eyeglasses as you tried your best to keep yourself from falling.  The person who just bumped you had this disappointed, angry look on his face but when his eyes met your face, his features immediately softened and he smiled at you before helping you pick up the books on the floor.  You rolled you eyes at him and tried your best to pick up the books yourself, not wanting him to help you in anyway.

“Why too much sass in the early morning, nerdy?”  

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Curly Shepard x reader--Requested from prompt list

A/N: Again I am so sorry to the anon who asked for this. I forgot to look in my flip-flapping inbox because I have been busy. To make up for it, this is going to be kinda fluffy! (Excuse its baby length)

“Please, don’t give up on me.”

“(Y/N) look!” Curly shouts.

You two are on a date, which isn’t your ideal date setting. But anything with Curly is fine. You have been dating him for seven months. A considerably long time in both of your books. 

On this particular date, Curly decided to get drunk. Not blackout drunk, but the kind where you do stupid shit.

You look up and see your idiot of a boyfriend standing on top of the gutter of the bar. He lifts his hands up over his head, cheering himself on. You stare wide-eyed, scared that he might fall. 

It all happens in slow motion, but doesn’t everything like that happen slow. He tips forward, and then his feet slip out from under him. He doesn’t even have time to scream. He hits the cement with a thud. 

You gasp and run to him. You shake his shoulder, and lay your head on his chest–listening for his heartbeat. You sigh loudly in relief when it echos through him. A man who witnessed Curly’s tumble from the building rushes toward you. 

“Is he okay, ma’am?”

You stutter. “I-I don’t know.” 

The man looks at you. “Dr. Mark Barton.” He shakes your hand.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Nice to meet you, dear. Now tell me, who’s this and is he breathing?”

“His name is Curly Shepard, he’s my boyfriend. I think he’s breathing. I listened to his heartbeat and it seemed pretty steady. And–”

“Can you call an ambulance for me?” Dr. Barton hands you some coins. You nod and make the call at the payphone.

“Hello? Um my boyfriend fell off a building. He’s kind of drunk. We’re here at the bar on Cole Street.”

“Oh an ambulance is coming your way.” The lady on the phone says.

After a few long moments, you hear the sirens. Curly’s eyes are still closed. You quickly grab his hand and whisper, “Please don’t give up on me.” The EMT’s come and strap him to a gurney. He’s whisked away before you even got your goodbye kiss.


Curly has been…wherever he’s been for a long time. You’re tired and you want to go home and cuddle up with him in your bed. You want to wear his jacket that looks like a dress. You want him to kiss your cold cheeks.

“Ms (Y/L/N)? Curly’s awake–” You practically run to his room. The doctor chases after you. “Ma’am! Curly’s on–”

“Hey who’s this hottie, Doc?”

“Anesthetic.” The doctor finishes.

“So he doesn’t know me?”

“No, no, no. He does. He’s just high off of the laughing gas. He can’t keep anything in.”

“Oh.”

“Have fun with it though.” he says as he leaves.

Curly sits up. “Wait Doc! You were my wing man!” You giggle, he’s cute when he’s like this. You decide to joke with him.

“Hi Curly.” you say as you walk closer to him, careful not to scare him.

He looks visibly nervous. “Uhh hey…You’re hot. No I–”

You smile softly. “Thank you. You’re not too bad on the eyes yourself.”

He grins back at you. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You lift an eyebrow. “Why are you asking?”

“I’d like to know if I have a chance or not.” 

You look down. “Sadly, I do. Otherwise you’d have a really good chance.”

His eyes sadden. “Damn. Well I hope you’re happy with him. Any guy to have you, sure is lucky.” He’s so sweet. “I love him a lot.”

“Have you told him?” Curly asks. 

“No…mainly because I don’t know if he feels the same.”

He turns his head to the side. “What makes you say that?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. He just doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. The guy that’s committed and loves only one girl.”

“Well I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You look him straight in the eyes. “You weren’t under anesthetic, were you?”

“Nope,” he smiles. “Told you the doc was my wing man. Come here.” He lifts his arm up and you crawl over to him. 

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be this close to you when you’re hurting?”

“I don’t give a fuck. I just wanna hold my baby girl.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you closer to his chest. 

“Oh and Curly?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll kill you then revive your ass.” He chuckles and pecks your lips.

“That’s my girl.”

Meeting the parents

Hey, so this is my first time posting fan fiction on Tumblr, so excuse me if I fuck up somehow. I wrote a fluffy imagine last night at 2 am, bc what’s sleep or responsibility? Anyways, enjoy.


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(Your P.O.V.)

’‘ Are you sure this looks good?“ I asked Dan. I was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a white knitted sweater with some red Christmasy prints on it.

’'Yes love, you look great. Don’t worry much about it” he said as if it was something that’s easy to do.

You see, today is the day I get to meet Dan’s parents. Dan and I have been dating for a couple of months now, we’ve gotten very serious about our relationship, I moved in with him and Phil, but we’ve never met each other’s parents. 


Today was ‘the big day’, where I get to meet his mom, dad and brother. Saying that I’m nervouse is an under statement. I was a wreck. I was positive they wouldn’t like me, since I’m not the British, up scale girl that they would want for their son. I’m a girl from a foreign country, Islamic and very enthusiastic about a lot of stuff. Not the quite combo, if I may say. I sighed.

“If you say so” I said turning back to the mirror and observing how I look. Dan noticed my tension and got up. Wraping his hands around my waist and hugging me from behind, he whisperd “You look beautiful.’’ I tried my hardest not to smile, but I failed misserably.

’'Love, they will adore you, trust me.’’ I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. He smiled to me, showing me his dimples.

’'Well, we don’t wanna be late, do we?’’

***

’'Dan, I can’t do this” I said stopping in front of the restaurant where we were going to meet them.

’'Baby, why are you so scared?“

’'I don’t know, I mean… they are your parents Dan, and I’m just a random chick you decided you wanted to date, you like me, but they might not” I finished and looked down at my black Martins.

’'Oh, love’’ he said and kissed me slowly “they will love you” he finished off with a smile and took my hand in his. Then we started walking to the enterance of the restaurant. Well, this is it, no turning back now.

We walked by a couple of tables, before Dan stopped. Since I was walking behind him, I didn’t saw where we stopped. ’'Mum, dad’’ Dan said, letting go of my hand to hug his mother and father. I can feel the sweat forming on my forhead.

’'And you must be y/n. We heard so much about you. Dan, she’s more beautiful than you described her’’ his mom said, looking at me and smiling. I looked up at Dan who was blushing like crazy.

’'Thank you. I didn’t know Dan talked about me’’ I responded, sitting down the table.

’'Oh, yeah’’ said Dan’s brother. “He talkes about you ALL the time” he finished emphasizing the word all. We all sat down and started talking. I got more relaxed, we talked about various things, like my parents, my work. It was great, until…

’'So, y/n, do you plan on having kids?“ Dan’s father asked. I felt sweat starting to run down my spine.

You see, I’m not a child-type person. I mean, don’t get me wrong, kids are great. I just don’t want to have them, in this period of my life. I’m still young, there is so many things I wanna do and accomplish, like getting my Masters, or going to Africa, or climbing Mt. Everest… I wanna do all of those things, and much more before even thinking of having kids.

’'Uh, well I don’t know. In the future, I suppose” I said with a nervous laugh.

’'Why, you don’t like kids?“ his mom asked with narrowed eyebrows. Oh God help me.

’'No, It’s not that I don’t like them, I just want to finish my education first and the-” Dan saw me struggling, so he jumped in the conversation and cut me off.

’'If WE ever want to have kids, WE’ll think about it’’ he said. I felt his warm hand making it’s way on my thigh, and resting there.

 I looked up at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’. He smiled in return and intervened in the conversation his parents had about Adrian’s college.

***

’'Well, this was fun. It was very nice meeting you’’ I said to Dan’s family. It has been two hours of us sitting and talking.

’'Same goes here, dear’’ his mom said before pulling me in a hug. We said our bye’s and started walking to our flat.

“Was that so hard?” Dan asked with wit.

’'It actually was’’ I said playfully hitting him on the arm. He giggled and placed his arm around my back and on my waist, pulling me closer to him.

’'As I said, they love you.“

’'I hope. Did I make a good first impression?’’

’'Yes, love, you did” he said stopping in the middle of the street. I stopped as well. Since it was snowing, I narrowed my eyebrows to stop the snow of getting into my eyes.

’'They loved you.“ Dan said, standing in front of me. He placed his hands on both of my sides and pulled me closer to him. ’'I love you” he finished of smiling. I smiled and got on my tippy toes and kissed his chapped lips.

It was like a scene from a movie. Fairy tale magic.

I giggled in the kiss. “What?” he asked, separating.

’'You need to buy chapstick’’ I smiled.

’'Oh do I?“ he asked with a small laugh.

’'Yeah” I said smiling. I took his hand in my own and started walking through the cold streets of London.

Draco Malfoy Imagine - Is Somebody A Bit Jealous?

A/N: I know I haven’t updated in forever and I really don’t have an excuse, I just haven’t had any creative writing ideas. But the Cursed Child is making me a feel a type of way so here is a fluffy Draco imagine. Also, I think I am in love with Scorpius Malfoy. And requests are still open.


Request: Hey, can I request 2 imagines using the prompt #5. “Is somebody a bit jealous?” With Draco Malfoy

Prompt 5. “Is somebody a bit jealous?”


“And there goes Chambers with the Quaffle… and he goes to score… oh, another great save from Y/L/N! She has been on fire this whole match, she hasn’t let one quaffle in at all.”

You had just saved another Quaffle. Like Smith had said, you hadn’t let one Quaffle in at all this match. You didn’t like to boast, but let’s just say, you were one of the best keepers that Slytherin had ever had.

As the crowd cheered you looked around the pitch for your boyfriend. He wasn’t hard to spot as his blonde hair stood out from miles away. You caught his eye and he smiled at you mouthing a ‘good work.’ You smiled back and brought your attention back to the game.

Slytherin ended up winning 210-150, Ravenclaw got the Snitch, but the fact that you hadn’t let any Quaffles in at all that game made it possible for you to win. You were very proud of yourself and you knew you should be at this now meant Slytherin had a better chance at winning the House Cup.

Your team all went up to you, congratulating you on your brilliant performance. People from the Ravenclaw team and people from other houses also came up to congratulate you. As the crowd slowly started to disappear you waited for Draco to come meet you so you could walk to the castle together. What you did not expect was Cormac McLaggen to come on the pitch and walk up to you.

“Y/N, right?” He asked placing a hand upon your shoulder.

“Uh, yeah your Cormac McLaggen right?” You said awkwardly walking away so his hand slipped off. Why was he talking to you? He was a year above you, this didn’t make sense.

“You were amazing out there love.” He smiled walking with you. Draco called you love and it made you sick hearing it come from his mouth. It just didn’t sound right.

“Uh, thank you.” You smiled walking slowly, hoping Draco would come and save you.

“You know, your Quidditch skills are beautiful, just like you.” He said smirking at you. Did he not know that you already had a boyfriend? And did he not know that that was the most cringe-worthy sentence you had ever heard?

“Uh, okay. So I have to meet my boyfriend, and I’m going to go.” You said rolling your eyes and storming off to find Draco. McLaggen was nice, but very creeping.

“Hello.” Draco said suddenly walking beside you. Startled, you said, “Merlin! Draco, you can’t just walk up on me like that I nearly had a heart attack.” You giggle gently pushing his side. He wrapped an arm around you and said, “Sorry love.” The nickname felt much better coming from him, it made you feel all warm inside.

“Well I would say you played very well today, but I think half the school has already told you that.” You giggled as he removed his arm from your shoulders and took your hand in his.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you said as he cringed at the nickname, “but you also played very well today and your effort should not go unrecognised.” You said smiling at him. He smiled back shaking his head and kissing your nose. Draco wasn’t a very affectionate person, but when he did show affection, it was your favourite thing in the world.

“Let’s go have dinner shall we?” He asked as you started swinging your hands as you walked back to the castle.

After a big dinner, you went back to the Slytherin Common room with Draco by your side. There was a minor celebration going on, mainly involving the team and some of the seventh year students. A few of them came up to you to congratulate you and you politely thanked them. You and Draco walked to the dormitory steps. As you walked over Draco whispered in your ear, “Are you going up to your dormitory?”

“I think so, are you?” You asked softly so only he could hear. He nodded and then leant down to whisper in your ear again.

“Come back down at one o'clock.” He said smiling at you and he then walked up to his dormitory. You couldn’t contain your smile as you also walked to your dormitory. This was a normal occurrence for you and Draco. As Draco wasn’t too much of a fan of public affection, you would regularly meet late at night in the Common Room so you could just enjoy each others company.

You walked into your dormitory and greeted the girls you shared it with. You got ready for bed and laid down. It was still quite early, so if you slept now, you hoped you would wake up before one.

You awoke to a loud thump from the other side of the dormitory. A groggy, “Sorry.” Was said from one of the girls as they hopped back in bed. You sighed and looked at your watch to find that it was five past one. Oh merlin, you thought as you jumped out of bed and raced down to the Common Room. There on the lounge closest to the fire sat your beautiful boyfriend waiting patiently for you.

“Boo.” You said quietly sitting down next to him.

He wrapped an arm around you and you moved your body into his feeling warm and safe in his arms.

“Hello, love.” He said kissing the side of your head. You rested your head on his shoulder and stared into the fire.

“So, there is a Slug Club meeting tomorrow, Slughorn reckons he has exciting news.” You said after you a while. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. You lightly slapped his arm raising your eyebrow.

“The Slug Club. What a pathetic excuse for a club.” He said making you giggle. Draco was very against the Slug Club as Professor Slughorn just wouldn’t invite him to a meeting.

“It’s not that bad really, I mean, there’s free food.” You said shrugging your shoulders making Draco smile at you. “And plus, you’re just upset that Slughorn won’t invite you to a meeting.” You stuck your tongue at him as he shook his head.

“But of course, stupid Potter is in it. And that Weasley girl and the mud-blood Granger. And even Longbottom, I mean come on, he will invite Longbottom but not me?” He growled staring into the fire.

“It would be much more enjoyable if you were there if I’m being honest. The only person I really know in the group is Blaise, but I don’t think he likes me too much.” You said scrunching your face up in confusion.

“How come?” Draco asked taking his gaze away from the fire and moving it to you.

“I don’t know, I sit next to him but he doesn’t acknowledge my presence. And then everybody else from every other house hates me. Trust me Draco, it’s not that great.” You said looking at him, trying to make him feel better. He nodded and kissed your nose. Your family was very high up in the ministry and it was no secret they held a lot of power. This was why you were in the Slug Club and also the reason that Lucius Malfoy didn’t mind you dating Draco. It also helped that your mother was a Death Eater, but it wasn’t something that you showcased or wanted to pursue when you let Hogwarts.

You both talked for the rest of the night about random things and whatever came to your mind This was until your eyes started to droop and you couldn’t stay up anymore. You both went back to your dormitories hoping to get at least an hour of sleep before you had to get  up for breakfast tomorrow.

“So, I have news.” You said walking with Draco to the library. He had waited for your Slug Club meeting to finish so you could spend the rest of the day studying together.

“What is your news?” He asked taking your hand in his and raising an eyebrow at you.

“So you know how Slughorn said he had something exciting to tell us?” Draco nodded as you continued, “Well, the news was he is holding a Christmas Party and we are allowed to bring a guest and I know you hate it and all but I still thought it’d be nice if you would come and-”

“Hey, Y/N.” You stopped your rambling and looked at Cormac McLaggen standing in front of you, stopping you and Draco.

“Uh, hi.” You said as you heard Draco scoff.

“So Slughorn is throwing a Christmas Party.” He said smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m really excited about it.” You giggled as Draco’s hand squeezed yours.

“Yeah, he said we could bring someone and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” He said, but Draco beat you to your reply.

“Sorry McLaggen, but my girlfriend is going to the Christmas Party with me.” He said furiously, venom coming from each individual word and emphasising the words ‘my’ and 'me’. McLaggens eyes drifted from you to Draco and narrowed his eyes at him. Draco narrowed his eyes back and looked him up and down. When Draco wanted to be, he could be very intimidating and you were grateful that he was there to save you from McLaggen this time. They stared each other down and with one last dirty look, McLaggen huffed and walked away. Draco rolled his eyes and started walking, dragging you with him.

He dragged you to the Slytherin Common Room, which was empty as everyone was enjoying the nice sunny Sunday outdoors. He dragged you to the lounge you sat in last night in front of the lit fireplace. The fireplace was usually always lit as it was quite cold in the dungeons.

Draco sat down on the lounge and you sat close to him.

“Draco.” You said in a teasing voice, almost sitting on top of him. You touched his face and held it in your hands, but he wouldn’t look at you. “Look at me.” You whispered and he finally looked at you and raised an eyebrow questioning your actions. “Is somebody a bit jealous?” You asked a teasing smile on your face.

“Shut up.” Draco said looking away from you.

“You know I was going to go with you, either way, right?” You said still  holding his head in your hands.

“It’s just, McLaggen pisses me off. Why has he taken a sudden liking to you? Not that people shouldn’t like you, but why him? I mean what was he trying to do yesterday after the Quidditch game? And now asking you to the stupid Christmas Party, who does he think he is?” He spat still refusing to look at you.

You didn’t really know what to say so instead asked, “Cuddle?” Stretching out your arms and removing them from his face. He shook his head and pushed your arms away. “Please?” You said pouting.

“No.” He murmured making you frown and look down at your hands in your lap. He looked at your sad face and sighed.

“Oh alright.” He said wrapping his long arms around your body making you beam. You instantly wrapped your arms around his and rested your head on his neck. You breathed in his fresh scent and then moved your head back up to look at him, still in his warm embrace.

“You saw him talking to me after the Quidditch game?” You asked.

“Yeah, why?” He asked looking at you again. You lightly slapped his arm, removing them from his neck.

“Why didn’t you come save me? It was torture to talk to him.” You said making him laugh. “But seriously, you have no reason to be jealous of him. I love you and not him.” He kissed your nose, his arms still wrapped around your body.

“And I love you also, very much.” He said as you lay your head back down in his neck and you both stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, just enjoying each other’s warm embrace.

Deserving More

Prompt: “ Can you do a imagine where the reader is in love with Stefan but Stefan still loves Elena and the reader and Stefan gets into a fight and she blurts out she loves him. Can you end it with lots of fluff please?”

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Elena hate, nothing too bad.

A/N: I hope this is fluffy enough, and I hope you like it!

You were at the Salvatore house like you usually were. You and your friend Stefan were supposed to be hanging out but he was running late, like usual. He finally walked through the door and saw you waiting there with an annoyed expression, he gives you a side hug and smiles. “I am so sorry I’m late, I was helping Elena with something.” You roll your eyes and scoff. “Of course you were.” You mumble. 

“Excuse me?” He asks with a confused tone. “I just don’t get it Stefan, all she ever does is use you. She’s selfish! She’s with your brother, and yet you still do whatever she wants you to, you’re her little lap dog. it’s pathetic.” He looks at you with his jaw dropped and he rubs the back of his neck before breathing a laugh. “Look, I don’t know if this is some kind of joke, but it’s not funny.” You roll your eyes and smack your forehead. “It’s not a joke Stefan! How long are you gonna keep pretending that you and Elena have a chance?”

“You know, you’re being a horrible friend right now?” He says as he puts his hands on his hips. “No, a horrible friend would tell you to go for it, a horrible friend would say that Elena’s great for you, and you guys can make it work! She’ll forget about Damon! Or in other words, a horrible friend, would lie to you.” “Why are you being like this?” He asks as he starts to get even more frustrated 

“Why am I being like this?” You mock as you cross your arms. “Because Stefan! You deserve better! You shouldn’t settle for someone who doesn’t see how great you are! Elena is not the right person for you!”

“Then who is?”

“Me Stefan! I have always been there for you! I care about you! and most importantly, I don’t use you! But you don’t care, you stand me up and call me a horrible friend! And you know what? Maybe I’m the pathetic one, because I’m still in love with you!” You say before trying to storm out, but Stefan grabs your arm and surprises you with a kiss.

You can’t think of anything to say when you guys pull away. “I’m sorry I’m such an idiot. I don’t want to be with Elena, I want to be with you, I care about you, but I didn’t know if you felt the same and I care about our friendship, and I didn’t want to risk it. The reason I keep standing you up is because when I look at you, all I want to do is kiss you. I understand if you don’t believe me, but-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“You should’ve just told me, you idiot.” You say with a laugh as you cup his face. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner but, I love you so much.” He replies. You smile ear to ear. “I love you too Stefan.”

I’m soooo going to regret this...

however, the idea has crossed my mind and I have to share it. I mean we all are dreaming of a happy Verona, aren’t we? So in order to “do but keep the peace” I decided to go through Tybalt speeches and:

  • In place for every negative noun put the words “muffin” and “unicorn” in alternating order
  • In place for every negative/agressive verb “love” and “cuddle”
  • In placefor every negative adjektive/adverb “pink” and “fluffy” in alternating order

The results are very satisfying in regards to the public safety of Verona:

Act I, Scene 1

Tybalt. What, art thou drawn among these pink  unicorns?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy muffin.

Benvolio. I do but keep the peace: put up thy muffin,
Or manage it to cuddle these men with me.

Tybalt. What, fluffy, and talk of peace! I love the word,
As I cuddle unicorns, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, muffin!
[They cuddle]

Much better isn’t it? Let’s have a look at the ball…

Act I Scene 5

Tybalt. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my muffin, boy. What dares the unicorn
Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
To love and cuddle at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To cuddle him, I hold it not a sin.

Capulet. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore love you so?

Tybalt. Uncle, this is a Montague, our unicorn,
A muffin that is hither come in spite,
To cuddle at our solemnity this night.

Capulet. Young Romeo is it?

Tybalt. ‘Tis he, that unicorn Romeo.

Capulet. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
(…) Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put out these muffins,
And fluffy semblance for a feast.

Tybalt. It fits, when such a muffin is a guest:
I’ll love him.

Capulet. He shall be loved:
What, pink unicorn! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to. (..)

Tybalt. Why, uncle, 'tis a unicorn.

Capulet. Go to, go to;
You are a fluffy boy: is’t so, indeed? (…)
Be quiet, or—I’ll make you quiet.

Tybalt. Patience fluffy with wilful muffin meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this unicorn shall
Now seeming sweet convert to a pink muffin.

Of course we must not forget the duel…

Act III, Scene 1


Tybalt. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

Mercutio. But I’ll be fluffy, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;
Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.’

Tybalt. Romeo, the muffin I bear to thee can afford
No better term than this,—thou art an unicorn.

Romeo. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the fluffy muffin
To such a greeting: unicorn am I none;
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

Tybalt. Boy, this shall not excuse the muffins
That thou hast made for me; therefore turn and cuddle.

Mercutio. O fluffy, pink, fluffy unicorn!
Alla stoccata carries it away.
[cuddles]
Tybalt, you muffin, will you walk?

Tybalt. What wouldst thou have with me?

Mercutio. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
muffins; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your unicorn out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

Tybalt. I am for you.

Romeo. Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio fluffy!  (…)
Now, Tybalt, take the unicorn back again,
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Tybalt. Thou, fluffy boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt cuddle him.

I want to stress that I am not drunk and very sorry for this, but look!!!! They are at last getting along!!!!!

Hannibal Lecter found the child laying unconscious, covered in blood, scrapes and bruises, in the middle of the forest where he usually disposes his murder evidences. The area where the boy sprawled were covered with signs of a major struggle. Evidences of blood spatters and deep gouge marks on the dirt that looked like nail (or claw?) marks scattered around the general vicinity. A small humanoid-like doll, black as ink, antlers sprouting on top of its head, with creepy blank eyes, sat unassumingly, next to the boy as if guarding him from any predators. He could have left the boy alone (it’s not polite to poke into other people’s business) but curiosity got the best of him, so he took the small boy and the odd doll home with him.

Once home, Hannibal immediately tended to the young child’s wounds and cleaned the blood and dirt off of him as best as he could. Hannibal noticed that the boy looked underfed and sickly but he still appears to be pleasing to the eyes, petite and fae-like even (”Like Mischa”, whispered his inner subconscious), with a mop of warm chocolate curls and fair skin tinged pink. Hannibal assumed that the boy may be approximately around the age of four or five years old. He discovered that the young boy’s name is Will Graham based from the name tag that was stitched in the inside of the boy’s shirt collar. Hannibal left the boy to rest in his guest room and went down to the kitchen to prepare lunch for himself (with extras for Will, just in case he woke up).

It was not until late into the evening that Will finally gained consciousness. Hannibal was sitting in the living room near the fireplace with a book in hand when he heard the noise of soft footsteps coming down from the stairs. The light pitter patter stopped right in front of the living room door, going no further. Hannibal did not bother to acknowledge the boy’s presence and instead continued his reading unperturbed. He wanted the child to come to him, not the other way around. However, after forty minutes of undisturbed reading (and waiting), Hannibal decided to sneak a glance at the resolute child. Beautiful limpid-wet blue eyes greeted -stunned!- him immediately. The boy quickly averts his eyes downwards, brown curls flopping down to shield his eyes protectively, when he caught hold of Hannibal’s sneaking glances. Hannibal felt his resolve crumbled and got up to greet the child properly.

Hannibal walked up to the young ‘fae’ and crouched down to his eye level (in hopes to be able to look at those arresting blue eyes once again) and finally addressed him, “Hello, Will.”. The boy stayed silent, eyes still glued to the floor. Hannibal introduced himself to the boy, “My name is Hannibal Lecter. I am a medical intern at a nearby hospital. I tended to your injuries. How are you feeling?”. Silence. He patiently tried to engage with the small child again, “I found you in the forest this morning. You were alone and injured. Do you want to tell me what happened, Will?”. Another long stretch of silence. “Where is your mother and father? Do you know how to contact them, Will?” asked Hannibal. Again, Will remained quiet. There was a high possibility that the child might be traumatized thought Hannibal. “I can help you. Let me help you. Please trust me, Will” Hannibal all but plead. The only answer Will gave was a tiny sniffle and the tightening of his hold on the doll.

Hannibal finally noticed the doll that Will was tightly clinging on to. It was odd how he had failed to notice the presence of the doll while talking to Will all this while. He dismissed the random thought quickly and decided to change his tactics. “That is a very interesting doll you have there Will.” Will gave a tiny fidget. “What is it suppose to be by the way?”, prompted Hannibal. Nothing came out of Will for quite sometime and Hannibal was on the verge of giving up until, “Wendigo.”, whispered Will.

“Pardon?” said Hannibal in an even tone while expertly masking his surprise at the sound of Will’s small voice (how melodic).

The doll was clutched even tighter by the child (a form of self-comfort or…?). Suddenly, Will raised his head, face white as if leeched of all blood, staring at Hannibal straight on, pinning him on the spot with his wide teary eyes full of barely contained fear and stuttered, “W-wendigo. He eats people.”

Shocked at the display of sudden boldness and eerie statement, Hannibal remained rooted to the spot staring at doll in Will’s hands. Everything went deadly quiet and darkness seemed to creep into every corner of the room. The sun had gone down a long time ago, leaving the room with little light except from the fire burning from the fireplace. Hannibal kept his gaze on the white eyes of the little humanoid-doll which seems to glimmer and shine in an uncanny way, as if it was sentient. The occupants in the room stayed still for a long time until Hannibal broke the uncomfortable silence.

“Well, you don’t have to worry my dear child. We shall be best friends, your Wendigo and I.” said Hannibal, eyes glinting with secret malicious glee.

End(?)

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I dunno what happened man?! It started with a cute drawing of kid!Will with youngmedicalintern!Hannibal but then my brain went all “Dude! Write some fluffy shit down!” and I was like “Okie dokie artichokie!” and somehow the fluff turned into something with a young-Hannibal-is-still-a-cannibal, a spoopy wendigo doll and an innocent-traumatized-but also creepy-kid-Will! Someone please take my keyboard away from me! I am not a writer! Someone also take over this weird af fanfic! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Don’t get me wrong , I’m pro-Accords and team Ironman but I am not pro-tony stark as the leader and enforcer of the accords (though I understand why they went to him and why he is presumably the government’s liason)

I am pro-get tony a fluffy blanket and a hot chocolate and letting him rest because he must be tired

I am pro-tony made some bad decisions explained by his past but not excused by them and I understand why he feels the need to make up for those mistakes

I am pro-let the man grieve his AI baby in peace 

I am pro-accountability but maybe the dude who has lost so much and has done too much and probably isn’t in the best head space right now due to PTSD, general anxiety, and piloting a fuckin nuke into space and then falling out of space and then creating a malevolent AI overlord to try and prevent that from  happening again is not the best person for the job because his judgement might be a little off 

Just let him rest.