excuse me i am not fluffy!!!


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.

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 (:



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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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.


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.

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

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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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


“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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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.”

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.

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.
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!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Honesty Hour: what would you look like as a bird? If you were suddenly dropped into a city you'd never been to, what would you do? What's the worst nightmare you've ever seen? Describe yourself as a villain in a high fantasy story.

THANK YOU ANON FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO GOOGLE ‘WHAT IS THE FLUFFIEST BIRD?’ :D Based on the results, I think I’m gonna have to go with this one:

I am a fluffy little thing who responds well to gentle pats, but I also have some stabby tendencies on occasion. ^v^

If I was dropped into a city I’ve never been to, I think my first step would be to figure out *where* I was, then try to figure out how to get home. (Not that I wouldn’t also want to explore, but I’d kind of be freaking out about having enough insulin, heh.) Now, if I was dropped there with enough supplies to last for a while, I’d definitely be more adventurous! I’d find some cool museums, maybe see if there are any local markets or other places where I could see lots of interesting things. Spend some time outside, if there are nice places to do so. Eat lots of whatever local sweets were gluten-free, hang around in coffee shops writing or doodling. All of this would be more fun with a friend, though, so hopefully I’d get dropped into this strange city with a buddy, or dropped into a city where someone I know already lives. :D

(I’m going to save the nightmare question for the end so I can put it under a cut, since it involves some things that might be upsetting for people)

High Fantasy Villain:

No one ever heard her coming. She’d started out a quiet child, and as the years went by she perfected silence until she could wear it as a cloak or wield it like a blade. The people who crossed her never knew what was coming; between one breath and the next, she crept up behind, close enough to breathe a single word in their ear. A breath, a word, and then she crept away, leaving her enemies blue-lipped and cold, never to breathe again.

(Sorry if that’s a bit creepy, I just have a habit of walking really quietly so I decided to roll with it).

Thank you for asking, anon! The last question is under the cut.

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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.

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.



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!

I Hate You Sometimes - Ashley

A/N: Yet again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long its-iloverockandrollsummernights. I hope this is fluffy enough for you and was worth the wait :)

You know what?” you yelled at your boyfriend who was sitting in the living room. “Forget it. It’s not like your here much anyway, so why should you help me out when you are?

Thats ridiculous, Y/N!” he shouted back, making his way to the kitchen where you were. “Do you have any idea how hard it is travelling as much as I do? I am jet lagged beyond belief right now, so excuse me if I’m to tired to help you out at the moment.

Yeah, but you aren’t to tired to get up and yell at me about it!

For fucks sake you’re being so stupid about this.

Am I?” you were livid at this point, it just felt like he didn’t care about you and the fact that you lived alone for most of the year. “This is your house too, Purdy. You might want to start acting like it.

Yeah, well, as you so kindly pointed out, I’m never here anyway.

Hey, I never said never,” you reminded him, pointing your finger sternly in his direction.

I hadn’t finished,” he shouted louder than either of you had so far. “I can’t deal with this, when I come home I want a chance to relax…

And I want to feel like I have a boyfriend.

Will you stop cutting me off?

Will you stop making this into a bigger deal than it is?

I really hate you sometimes, do you know that?” Ashley hissed, running his fingers through his hair.

You threw down the tea towel you were holding and stormed past him muttering angrily to yourself.

You headed straight to your room and flung yourself on the bed the two of you shared. Half of you was still so mad at him, the other half simply wanted to cry. You buried your face into your pillow and screamed. But once you had let out all your frustration, it turned into a strangled sob.

You heard the door open.

Fuck off,” you yelled through the tears, face still buried in the pillow.

Y/N, come on,” said Ashley in a soothing tone.

No,” you said, shifting your body away from him as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

Y/N, you know I didn’t mean that…

You sat up then, curling your knees up into your chest. “It sounded like you meant it,” you murmured.

Ashley’s heart broke. You looked and sounded so genuinely upset and the fact that he knew he had caused it made his chest physically hurt.

I know that must have hurt you, and I’m so sorry,” said Ashley, his tone calm and soothing. He couldn’t bring himself to see the hurt in your eyes and stared at his hands while he spoke. “I don’t hate you. Ever. You are amazing. The fact that you put up with me being gone for so long is great. I couldn’t wish for a greater girl and I’m so sorry I snapped. I’m sorry I wasn’t helping out. I really am just so tired, and i get short tempered when I’m tired. I swear I will wash the dishes before I got to bed tonight. And tomorrow I’ll vacuum, or do the laundry, or something. Anything to help out my wonderful girl.

You smiled then, despite your still damp eyes. “Ash, look at me.

He did as you asked and turned his face to yours. You could see tears welling up in his eyes too.

I’m tired too,” you told him. “We’re clearly both just exhausted and short tempered. Lets just go to bed, babe, please? The dirty dishes will be waiting in the morning for one of us to do.

Ashley smiled at you then and moved to hug you.

I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear.

I love you too.

He moved back slightly and pressed his lips to yours. You melted easily into the kiss, entwining your fingers in his hair. All to soon, he pulled away.

Let’s get some sleep, babe,” he said, lightly brushing your cheek.

That’s probably best,” you smiled.

Comfort (707 x mc/reader)

Prompt: “If something happens to me… I hope this robot comforts you a bit.”

Rating: 10+ (707 route, After Ending, Secret Ep spoilers)

Notes: haha… there goes my heart TTwTT I cried the entire time halfway writing… How does one write anyways… btw this is an AU where 707 doesn’t survive like he dreamed.

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Whipped Cream {Ravi}

mark-oppa-got7 said to vixxenarios:

I just saw your tag thing , but I have something to tell you :x actually I’m your stalker ;P Sorry that wasn’t funny xd BUUUT I will love you forever to <3 And since I’m already here , here is a request ::: A fluffy scenario with Ravi *-* ( I’m Ravi obsessed xD) Idk what fluffy scene but I just want something fluffy 😂 I LOVE YOUR SCENARIOS!!! OHHH .. And sorry for wrong typings , I’m from Belgium :D SARANGHAE ❤️❤️❤️ - Erin ^-^ 

(you’re so cute and I automatically love you forever too. Send me more requests!)

It’s 7 AM and I’ve been awake for way too long, so excuse any mistakes. I wanted to post this for you today so I stayed up, and I actually very much enjoyed writing this (I even got a little carried away), so I really hope you like it!

“Ravi!” I called from the kitchen, cleaning up the counter with a damp rag and checking on the cake in the oven every now and then.

“Yeah?” Ravi replied from his position in the living room, where he was probably blankly watching muted TV. Earlier, he had told me he had a persistent headache, then proceeded to turn on the television then muting it, claiming his head hurt but he couldn’t stand doing absolutely nothing.

“What do the boys like on cake? I’ve got everything, from icing to fruits.” I told him, bending down to check on the cake that was coming along quite well. I stood back up straight and momentarily put the rag aside to take out the cake. I was busy with taking it out without burning my hands, turning off the oven, and then testing how well it was baked with a toothpick and didn’t notice that Ravi had gone quiet until he appeared behind me suddenly, plucking the toothpick from between my fingers. He carefully studied its tip, the one that was in the cake seconds ago, and then turned to me to ask, “This means it’s done, right?”

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