excuse me i am not fluffy!!!

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pairing: hermione granger x draco malfoy

setting: modern, non-magical, single parent au

written for@brightki [merry early xmas!!!!! i love you etc

It’s corporate tax season, so it takes Hermione a couple of days to notice that something has gone terribly wrong.

“Max,” she says slowly, staring at the crayon-smeared drawing stuck to the front of the refrigerator. It’s new. The drawing, not the refrigerator. The refrigerator has a ten-year manufacturer’s warranty. The refrigerator is not the problem. “Max, what is…where did you…is that a hockey stick?

Max pokes at a tepid strip of grilled chicken with the blunted tines of his baby blue spork. His nose is scrunched up in disgust, and he keeps glancing at the cookie jar on the counter with transparently calculated longing.

“Yes,” he finally says, swinging his legs. “We played with Scorpion’s daddy.”

“Scorpius,” Hermione automatically corrects, even as she inwardly sneers. Scorpius. Honestly. Why not just tack on an –aiden at the end and be done with it? “You played with Scorpius’s daddy.” She blinks. “Wait. What?”

Max shrugs. “I shot a fuck.”

Puck,” Hermione bleats, dropping her spoon into her own bowl of meticulously fluffed quinoa. “You shot a puck, sweetheart.”

“Puck,” Max repeats dutifully, leaning forward to slurp at his chocolate milk. “I love hockey.”

“What? Since when?

“Scorpion’s daddy plays hockey on TV.”

“I…yes, I know,” Hermione says, dumbfounded and more than a little appalled. “Believe me, sweetheart, everyone knows. Did he—so, he came to your school? To play…hockey?”

“My stick was red,” Max replies sagely. “I love red.”

Hermione’s nostrils flare as she reaches for her wine glass. “Oh, yeah?” She swallows an enormous gulp of Chardonnay and furiously tries to remember the name of the Netflix documentary about concussion rates in youth contact sports. “And what color was your helmet? Was that red, too?”

Max sniffs and puffs his cheeks out, flipping a carrot medallion around and around the edge of his plate. His eyes are big and brown and utterly without mercy as he twists in his chair to look expectantly at the cookie jar.  

“Mommy, what’s a helmet?”

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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.

[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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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! :)

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What am I to you? PART 6

He knew it. Wonho knew that you were with Jooheon, but somehow he still smiled like nothing happened. Maybe everything was okay between you two. But maybe he looked for the perfect moment to trap you, like the hunter trapped a little bunny. It must been this. Because you felt like that bunny. 

GENRE: Smutty, bit fluffy

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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 (:



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.

The phone only rang twice before he picked up, almost as if he was waiting for you to call.”BOO!” he said through a laugh as he answered the phone. “FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. WHY DID YOU MAKE ME WATCH THAT MOVIE FROM SATAN?? YOU KNOW I HATE SCARY MOVIES.” He couldn’t even get out two words between his laughs. “Well it’s only your fault you didn’t look up reviews or anything!” he managed to get out. You opened your mouth and began to say something, but you quickly closed it again when you realized he was right. “Yeahhh that’s what I thought.” he responded. Despite your anger, you could only think of one option to rid you of your temporary paranoia. “J-Jungk-k-k-ook?” you stuttered as you turned around and pointed your knife toward the open space behind you, which you hadn’t checked in a while. “Yes?” he responded. “Um.. C-Could you maybe.. uh.. comesstayhereforthenight?” you closed your eyes out of shyness, but immediately reopened them because of the possibility of zombies coming for you. Jungkook was all laughs at first, but then he finally processed what you said. Then, it wasn’t so funny. “Wait, what? You want me to.. to sleep at your house? Like, while you’re there?” He was shook. “Well I’m sure as hell not sleeping alone!” you stated the obvious. He scratched the back of his neck, pondering what the appropriate response should be, considering that you two had been friends since high school, but he always had feelings for you, feelings you didn’t know about. “Please Jungkooooooook!” you broke the silence with a final plea. “Don’t leave me for the zombies!”

He chuckled at your cute words, and sighed before deciding to tell you, “Sure. I’ll be over in 20.”

“THANK GOD! I MAY SURVIVE THE NIGHT!!” you were ecstatic. “Okay. I’m hanging up now so I can pack my things. See you soon.” he hung up the phone.

11:03 pm

Jungkook’s POV:


Okay okay okay okay okay Kook calm down. Just shit down and chill the f out. You’ve been friends with Y/N for years now. She won’t try anything now. Okay. Okay. So what will I need to bring? Um.. Let’s start easy… Toothpaste? Yeah. Okay. Normal humans use toothpaste like, all the time, right? Okay. Okay. I’ll just pack everything in my bathroom while I’m at it… Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Sounds great. Gr8. Okay. I also need clothes. Yes. Clothes would be gr8. I like clothes. Okay. Is that all? Do I need to bring my own food? Wait, no. She has food.. Yeah. Okay. But still, I feel like I’m forgetting something… Oh yeah. MY FUCKING SANITY.

Your POV:

Okay, so Kookie should be over soon. I shall valiantly fight off the zombies until then. No need to  fear. I am the great Y/N, and no zombie shall ever come near me or my kitchen knife. *looks around* Holy shit, this place is messy. Like, really messy. And Kook is coming over soon. WAIT! KOOK IS COMING OVER SOON, AND MY APARTMENT LOOKS LIKE IT WENT THROUGH A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! *frantically sets knife down and runs to pick up the place, but then remembers that at any moment, a zombie could show up and be ready to attack, so I must have the advantage and strike first* Okay. Okay. Wait a second… Why am I getting so worked up? I mean, it’s just Kook. We’ve been friends for years, so he shouldn’t care about how messy my apartment is. But still, I feel like I should fix it up for him.. Oh well. Maybe I’m just feeling hospitable? I don’t know… YA!!! GOTCHA! *jumps around all ninja-like to check for zombies*

11:32 pm

The sudden hard knock on your door made you jump up and slice your knife all around you–just in case… But you then realized that it was only Jungkook at your door. Being extra careful and watchful, you slowly made your way to the front door to let him in. When you finally got to the door and opened it, Jungkook just laughed at your image. You were a lot shorter than he was, and your frazzled hair paired with your rounded eyes, grey nike sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and kitchen knife made you look a little, should we say deranged? You just pursed your lips and tilted your head in response. “What, Kook? What’s so funny?” Without thinking, he started to respond, “Nothing. You’re just so cu-” he cut himself off and cleared his throat. “Um.. You’re just crazy. That’s all. Can I come in now?” Subtly catching onto what he was about to say, you responded,  “Oh. Ye-yeah. Sorry.” As you stepped out of the doorway, you made sure to angle yourself so that he couldn’t see the growing redness in your cheeks. Why were you reacting this way? You had never felt like this about Kook before.. It was weird… But kind of enjoyable in a way..

“So, I have a strange question.” he interrupted your thoughts.

“Yes?” He turned to you, “Would you mind putting that knife away? It’s making me a little nervous.” You looked down and were suddenly snapped back into reality. “Oh!” you laughed. “Yeah! Sorry!”

He followed you to the kitchen where you placed the knife on the counter and turned to face him, completely being pulled back into your right mind. “NOW WAIT A SECOND! IT WAS YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME!” you slowly started to inch toward him as he slowly started to back away. “I.. don’t know what you’re talking about..” he said. You just laughed sarcastically. “Yes you do, Kook. You knew good and well how much I hate scary movies, yet you just raved on and on and on about how great this movie was and how much I needed to watch it. This is a form of torture! You’re so rude! You know that, right?” you began to babble. Jungkook would open his mouth every now and then to try and place his input into the “conversation,” but each time, you would cut him off and keep babbling. Finally, he was backed into a corner, and he no longer had any room the back away from you, so the space between the two of you continued to close as you placed your finger on his chest and droned on and on (sarcastically of course) about how angry you were at him and how you would never listen to his recommendations ever again when suddenly, a loud CLANGGGGG sounded from the other side of the kitchen. Instinctively, you jumped into him and nuzzled your face into his chest, your heartbeat increasing. Although he was shocked at first, Jungkook took initiative and protectively wrapped his arms around you, despite knowing there was no real threat to your safety. You could hear his heartbeat slowly start to match yours, but it wasn’t because he was scared.

After a few seconds, you started to feel a low rumble come through his vibrating chest, and you realized that he was laughing at you. You suddenly became very aware of your current state, and you quickly pulled back and slapped him on the arm. “Hey! Don’t make fun of me..” you pouted. He took one of his hands and laced his fingers with yours while he used his other hand to raise your chin so that you’d be face to face with him. “It was the knife.” You raised an eyebrow at his sudden actions, “The what?” He chuckled again, “The knife fell off the counter and made that noise.” You continued to get lost in his eyes, “Huh?” But suddenly you remembered that this was your best friend. “OH! Oh!” you giggled awkwardly and ran your fingers through your hair. Seeing that you were still a little dazed, Jungkook reassuringly patted you on the shoulder, “It’s okay. You’re just a wimp, that’s all.” His words brought you back to your senses, “Hey!” you playfully hit him again and let out a more natural laugh than before, “It’s all your fault, you dick!” His eyes rounded sarcastically at your expletive. “Hey!” he mocked you. “Don’t hit me like that!” he said as he hit you softly on the arm. Your mouth fell open playfully at this, and since you couldn’t think of a clever comeback, you simply took it upon yourself to hit his arms repeatedly on both sides. “Hey!” he said through a laugh. “I said stop!” he began to play back and aimlessly swat at your hands, but it was to no avail. You were on full subconscious flirt mode now. When he had finally had enough, Jungkook grabbed your arms and pulled you, but without realizing, he had completely closed the space between you now. You slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, which were focused on your lips. You were slowly enveloped in his scent, which smelled like generic soap, but was comforting, and felt like home. Suddenly, the atmosphere wasn’t so playful anymore. You bit your lips slightly as he leaned down to meet them. Just like before, you melted into his affections, and you found yourself kissing him as if you’d been in a relationship with him for years. His lips were incredibly soft and welcoming, seeming like they were shaped perfectly for yours to fit into. When you finally pulled away, he became shy and whispered, “Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen..” You giggled at him and responded, “Well, I’m glad it did.”

Okay I just gotta say that it feels so good to finally write again. I’m still in a big slump, but it felt nice to just start typing. Unfortunately, since I haven’t written anything in forever, I feel pretty insecure about this, so I’m sorry if it isn’t very good.. hehe. Welp. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I love you guys so so so much, and I really want to thank you guys for sticking around on my blog even though I haven’t been releasing any content! You guys make me so happy and I don’t know what I’d do without tumblr (:

The First Christmas

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Chuck Shurley as God, mention of Gabriel

Word Count: 607

A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 9 Prompt Quote - “Hark, the herald angel sings.” A slice of holiday humor as God and Castiel reconcile.

Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

“What do you mean that’s not how you wrote it?!” You sit across from Chuck, bowl of buttery popcorn in your lap, asking him about the real story behind Christmas much to Castiel’s chagrin. Judging from your angel’s patented I’m so done with everything azure-hued full body eye roll and long suffering rumbling sigh, he has evidently heard the tale a time or two before and does not approve of your interaction with in general or fondness toward his and your mutual creator. “It’s the birth of Christ,” you state, attention shifting to Chuck, “it’s in the Bible.”

“It’s PR spin.” Chuck shrugs. “You think the son of God was supposed to be born in a leaky manure-crusted lean-to serving as a barn? Do you know how many times I had to cure that poor boy of mange before his first name day? What kind of father do you think I am?”

“A poor excuse for one,” Cas mutters under his breath, casting the one-time writer turned prophet turned vessel of God an incensed scowl.

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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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aliferous-ly  asked:

"on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?" with logan and roman? or whoever really , whatever you feel inspired to write <3

((i am so, so sorry about how long this took… i was in a bad place mentally the last week or so, and I couldn’t bring myself to write at all, but in the end, writing this fluffy thing managed to pull me out of the pit i’d fallen into and get me back into writing again. so, thank you for the request))

Title: Breaking and Entering

Pairing: Logince

Summary: Roman has found an amazing place to stargaze, and wants to show his boyfriend. Fortunately, this gives him an excuse to get Logan out of the house. Unfortunately, the ‘amazing place’ happens to be a private, condemned house — but what are a few break-ins between boyfriends?

Warnings: a few references to panicking I guess, but nothing too big. shoot me an ask if you need me to tag anything!

Logan sat in the center of a chaotically messy floor, staring deeply into the pages of a thick, time-worn book as though it held every answer to every question he’d ever ask. Tall, imposing stacks of books surrounded him on all sides, and the floor around him was littered with crumpled, torn papers.

His hair was disheveled, hanging in his face in knotted brown locks, and deep, dark bags sat heavily beneath his bloodshot eyes. His bottom lip was red and bloodied from days of biting it in thought, and he sat among the carnage of a dozen broken pencils, snapped in half out of frustration.

His legs were tired, achingly sore, and his neck screamed with protest from leaning over heavy books all week long. But still, he persisted; he knew he couldn’t stop until he’d memorized every fact, every answer he could possibly need.

After all, finals were only a few days away — and he couldn’t fail.

The house was silent enough that his own heartbeat, sped up by gallons of caffeine, sounded as jarringly loud as the beat of a drum. His eyes scanned the page before him with a fervent panic. Finals were so close, and he could not allow himself to fail. He sucked in a deep breath and leaned closer to the book, his eyes straining painfully to decipher the words on the page. They’d begun to float away, swimming on the paper; his exhausted eyes playing deadly tricks on him.

And still he kept reading, even as his eyes burned with the effort; he leaned closer still into the book, his fingers curling around the cover so tightly that his knuckles went white. His brain was a mushy swirl of facts and numbers, doubts and panic. Keep going, he told him. You can’t afford to fail.


He jumped, the sudden voice startling him. He fell backwards into one of his meticulously stacked piles with a frightened yelp and his papers went flying around him. Roman appeared in the doorway, one eyebrow raised in concern.

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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.

mischief7manager  asked:

fanfic trope ask!! "everybody lives/nobody dies" au

how likely I am to write it: 10/10, given that I did in fact, write it.….

what character(s) or pairing I’d most likely write it for: I think everyone felt obligated, coming out of Rogue One, to at least try their hand at an everybody lives fic. I will say, I decided early on that I wanted everyone to live, but still suffer from the injuries that in canon, caused their deaths. I dislike “everybody lives” aus when they’re just an excuse for everybody to be fluffy and together, that’s not interesting to me. If you’re going to keep people alive, do something with it.

For example, I’m very very slowly on my “K2SO is downloaded from a backup drive and has to cope with the fact that Cassian, The Only Human Worth A Damn is dead, and becomes a lawless gunslinger because I watch too many spaghetti westerns” but that’s…….not really the trope we’re talking about.

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



  • 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


  • 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


  • 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.


  • 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

O Christmas Tree

pairing: Kim MingyuxReader
genre: fluff
word count: 755
synopsis: y/n doesn’t take down the Christmas decorations after the New Year and Mingyu tries to take them down but gets into an accident… because let’s be real here; we know how clumsy our fluffy giant is^^

Originally posted by verngyu

“Seriously y/n, the tree needs to go,” Mingyu exclaimed, “It’s already mid-January and you still want to keep it?”

“It’s pretty, okay?” You protested. “And besides, I’m just not yet ready to let go of that Christmas spirit…be- “

“Because it’s the most beautiful time of the year, am I right? You’ve been giving me this excuse throughout the whole month,” he sighed.

“Let’s just keep it a little longer,” you whined, “pretty please Mingyu.”

“Hmpf…fine,” he grunted annoyed but well aware of the fact that he couldn’t deny you even the tiniest wish.

You didn’t quite understand why Mingyu wanted to get rid of the tree so soon. It fit perfectly into your living room. Enclosed in four baby blue walls, the room served as the perfect atmosphere for a tree. The green colour contrasted the blue but matched the also green table cloth covering the coffee table in front of your sofa. The light coming into the room through the window right behind the sofa gave it its last magical touch, completing an aesthetically pleasing sight with the silver and blue decorations all over the tree. You didn’t want to let go of that just yet.

Satisfied with your little victory in your disagreement, you strutted out of the room and into the kitchen to brew yourself a much needed cup of coffee.

Carefully sipping your freshly brewed coffee, you sat at the kitchen table, leisurely browsing through the most recent newspaper, trying to ignore the rustling that sounded from the living room. ‘What is Mingyu doing this time?’ You chuckled while shaking your head in disbelief.

Mingyu always volunteered to do the housework, on the one hand he was simply used to doing it and on the other hand he knew exactly how much you disliked doing any kind of duty around the house. Nevertheless, you always agreed to helping him here and there, you weren’t some kind of lazy girlfriend after all.

A sudden crashing sound followed by an agonizing “oof” made you jolt out of your reverie. ‘What did Mingyu do this time?’ You repeated yourself, already preparing for the worst. You loved this man without question but his clumsiness reached a whole other level more often times than not. Rushing to the living room at the speed of light, you couldn’t believe the scene that played in front of you. In the midst of your living room, there was Mingyu lying on the floor, looking rather pitiful, covered by the Christmas tree which had obviously crashed down on him. All the Christmas decorations; broken Christmas baubles, small angel figurines, stars and candles spread out all over the floor around him.  Observing the whole situation, you sighed.

“You know; you could’ve just taken down the decorations one at a time… You didn’t need to actually knock over the whole tree…,” you stated, one eyebrow raised in a mocking way.

“It’s not what it looks like, okay!”, he blurted out immediately.

“Well then, what happened?” You asked.

With a helpless glint in his eyes, Mingyu looked up at you, his cheeks suddenly turning a tinge of pink. “Well…uhm, you know…I…”

“Mingyu,” you warned, “I want explanations.”

He visibly swallowed the lump in his throat before he started speaking anew. “I tried taking down all of the decorations on the tree so we would finally get rid of it…but I somehow knocked it over and buried myself underneath…and now I’m kind of stuck,” he meekly said.

This man could really give you a headache sometimes, so you audibly sighed. But at the same time, the whole situation was rather comical, so you couldn’t hold in the giggles trying to escape your throat.

“Would you please not laugh at me and help me out of here?” Mingyu pouted.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you still laughed, rushing to his rescue.

When you finally freed him of the confines of the tree, you both spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the mess he had made.

“You are so clumsy, are you even aware of that?” You declared, poking his cheek. The two of you were lying on your bed, cuddling, after having finally finished cleaning up.

“I know…,” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair, suddenly embarrassed.

“Don’t hide,” you whined, “I love you anyway, you clumsy dork.”

Upon hearing this statement, he lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. His face then lightened all up, he replied with “I love you, too” and showered your face in chaste, little kisses.

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.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Do you have any fluffy kevaaron hc’s swimming in your wonderful brain?

tlksjdlkfjjs i’ve got angst on the brain atm but like,, let me ,, lemme see here,,,

  • Kevin: you have to learn how to drive at some point, you cant go your entire life without it
    Aaron: i thought being gay meant i didnt have to do that :// why am i even dating you ?
    Kevin: w hat
  • U m m m m finding a million excuses to hold hands in public before people know they’re dating?? yes pls,,
  • Kevin always going “im feeling [thing], what do you prescribe for that, doctor?” and Aaron just leans over and kisses his boyfriend on the nose and then goes back to doing his homework
  • speaking of homework,,,
    Aaron at 5 in the morning on the day of a big test: babe, what’s the head bone called????
    Kevin, jerking awake from where he’s sitting at the table: that’s the uh,, fuck,, is that the,, uh,,,
    Neil, just getting back from a run: skull, you idiots
    Kevin and Aaron at the same time: no, that’s not it
  • Aaron’s favorite color is purple and Kevin is the only one that knows why (it’s because Aaron is still trying to figure out if he’s ace or not and he likes the purple in the ace pride flag and also the purple in the bi flag)
  • T hey,,, write together??? like they dont actually write but they make up stories at night while they’re fallin’ asleep,,, they’ve got a big story going that they’ve been working on for months,, every now and then they’ll text each other between classes about their characters and whatnot like “does Victoria like pineapple”, “does it matter??”, “no, but does she ???”, “of course.”
  • Kevin is hella hard on everyone at practice but he knows his bf is doing the best he can and he acknowledges that exy is mostly just a means to an end for Aaron and he makes sure that the boy is getting enough sleep and water and not pushing too hard
  • Aaron doodles on kevins hands with various colors of sharpies !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • jolly ranchers ! Aaron like the watermelon and Kevin likes the green apple

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Shawn surprises you at college. Idk how but spent just mega cute a fluffy. BTW I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH💖💖

You get out of your morning class at 9:30 am and you head straight for the coffee shop. You really should get coffee before your 8am class, but the truth is you never wake up in time for that, so this is the second best thing you can do. After you order, you’re waiting a little off to the side in the tiny coffee shop scrolling through Instagram when you hear a voice from behind you ask, “Excuse me, are you in line?” You’re about to simply say no when you realize that voice sounds very familiar. You turn around and see Shawn behind you. Your eyes widen and you throw your arms around him. It took everything in you not to scream out in surprise and sheer excitement, but you managed to contain yourself so you don’t make a scene. When you finally let go of him, you’re about to ask him how he managed to show up at your college, but you’re interrupted by the barista calling out your order. You snatch your drink, then intertwine your fingers with Shawn’s and head straight outside, him trailing behind. 

When you get outside, you stand off to the side out of the way, and demand, “Explain.” 

“I missed you.” Is all he says with a shrug before pulling you back into his arms. 

kingarthurscat  asked:

B-Day Drabble: “I may have mildly panicked…” with Bones/Reader or McKirk. Thanks and Happy 🐝Day!!!

You wakened in a plush bed that was about a million times more comfortable than the mattress in your quarters, with no recollection of how you got there. Or how you got into the bed without any clothes. Or how the heavy arm, dusted with hair came to be draped across your very naked form, the hand possessively cupping your breast. You became deathly still, wracking your brain for what could have possibly happened. The man behind you stirred, relaxing for a moment before pulling you closer, and nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Mornin’.” The instant you recognized the voice, you shrieked and jumped out of the bed, dragging the blanket with you. As you wrapped yourself to preserve what little modesty you had left, you stared, slack-jawed at the very surprised face of Leonard McCoy.

“Y/N?” He exclaimed, pulling a pillow down across his naked lap and flushing. “What the hell -”

“Uh, excuse me? You’re the one who had a death grip on my boob!” You exclaimed. “I think you owe me some answers!”

He flushed. “Uh, it seemed like a nice handhold?” He offered. 

“And you were the big fucking spoon! Explain yourself!” Your voice was getting shrill.

Leonard crossed the bed on his knees, and climbed off to face you, keeping the pillow strategically located. “I’m always the big goddamn spoon! It’s just the way I am!” He protested. “What the hell are you doing in my bed, Ensign?”

“THAT IS NOT YOUR BED!” You shrieked, pointing at the fluffy mattress. “This is not your quarters, Doctor.” You gestured to the large, well-appointed room you were sharing. Leonard looked around the room, his eyes widening in astonishment.

“Ensign’s quarters have come a long way -”

“This isn’t my room either, you dumbass!” You squawked. “Where the hell are we?”

Leonard dropped to the bed with a heavy sigh. He patted the spot beside him and warily, you joined him. “What’s the last thing you remember, Y/N?”

“An away mission?” You thought. “The plants attacked and -”

You were interrupted by the doors sliding open. Without regard for his nudity, Leonard jumped up to put himself between you and whoever was there. He had a nice ass, you thought absently as you tried to look around him to whoever or whatever was entering the room. Without waiting, Leonard let out a roar and ran toward the door, tackling the intruder.

“Get off me, Bones!” It was the captain. “Are you naked? Where’s Ensign Y/L/N?” Leonard rolled off Captain Kirk, and sighed.

“Sorry, Jim. I may have mildly panicked when the door opened,” he apologized. When he realized you were staring, he brought his hands across his lap again. Jim followed his gaze and a bright smile spread across his face.

“Ensign! You have no clothes either?” He asked.

“‘Fraid not, sir,” you replied, your cheeks heating. Jim nodded and rose, beginning to pull his pants off. “Uh, Sir?”

“Bones needs something more than a pillow to wear back to the ship,” he replied, tossing his pants at Leonard. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wear that bedsheet toga.”

“Right.” You tried to avert your gaze as Leonard turned his back to you to pull Jim’s pants on, but his ass really was beautiful. Jim caught you and smirked.

“Bones, you might want to consider taking the ensign on a date when we get back, since you seem to have put the cart before the horse,” he suggested. “Mr. Scott, three to beam up.”