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A good foot tall

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

wc: 1.2k

genre: fluff

Warning: just joon being adorable (gif used not mine)

Hi this is my very first work. I'm still getting used to tumblr so sorry if something doesn't seem right. Hope you give it a try. ************************* You were rolling on the bed, tired after that all nighter you pulled to meet the deadline of your Chemistry assignment. Mr. Kim is usually sweet and you'd honestly want to see him in his sweet mode cus the last thing you wanted was to get lectured about tardiness at the speed of bullet train.

Snacks. Yup that's what you need right now. The best way to lift your spirits.

It's your daily routine to grab the same one from the store with the only exception of that one time you had to go run errands for a friend. You never had snacks stocked up at your apartment because of your ability to finish two weeks worth of snacks in one night and so you got up from bed, grabbed your wallet and started your trek to the convenience store. .......................................

The store was not that busy, just a few uni kids wandering around maybe because of being on campus.

You moved to the usual location where they keep snacks only to halt. There are stacks of cheetos instead of your precious honey butter chips.

In confusion you looked around and that's when you caught sight of your precious chips peering at you from the top rack. Great. Just great.

You stood on your tippy toes, while cursing your genes for making you this short, to no avail.

Jump. Let's jump.

The chips have started to mock you from up there now.

You were glaring daggers on innocent packet when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Then you saw a hand outstretched, grabbing the packet effortlessly.

You looked behind and saw a brown haired tall dude. Damn, you envy him or better his height, it looks like you'll stand staring at those chips for eternit-

"Here." He suddenly spoke up after a second of eye contact.

"What?" You replied in shock. Did he spoke to you?

"Here. Take these. You seemed in a bit of trouble there."

"Oh. Ah thank you."

He just smiled. Dimples. He has dimples. Cute.

"I'm Kim Namjoon by the way." He offered his hand. You took it immediately and told him your name.

You were about to turn back but he spoke up again. "Physics major senior year. And you?"

"English major. Senior year." You replied.

"Mrs. Yu's class?"

"Yeah."

"Oh same. I'm in her class too."

"Really? I never saw you there."

"Maybe you get lost in yourself too much that you forget to look at your surrounding." He joked with a light laugh. It was pretty.

"Maybe you're right." You laughed with him. " I'll be going now. See you at class maybe?"

"Yeah. Sure." And with that you returned back to your apartment to start another twenty eight pages of reading. ................................

When you thought you forgot about the incident at store and the guy with dimples. You saw him again.

And again you were struggling and he had to come to rescue. Only this time you were trying to collect your papers thatyou oh so graciously dropped on the floor.

"Hey, you alright?" You saw a shadow just above you. And you were met with the eyes of Namjoon again.

"Yeah." You quickly replied and continued collecting the papers.

He squat down beside you and started helping. "You sure? It looked a pretty hard fall." Oh yeah with those papers, you managed to drop yourself on the floor too.

He just had to be the one seeing all this. Great. You just ruined your image in front of one of the cutest guy you've ever seen.

After all of the mess was under control you broke the silence, "so where wereyou headed?"

"Just the library. Can't put off the English assignment any longer."

"Oh same. You haven't done it either?"

"Nope." He said and then a little hesitantly, "Maybe we can go and work on it together? I mean if you want to..."

"I think that would be a good idea. Let go." You agreed because honestly you were going to fall asleep if you were left alone and you definitely wouldn't mind some company.

Namjoon proved to be a pretty good study partner. He was helpful and cracked some jokes from time to time so you were never bored either. You have to admit, you actually enjoyed his company. .............................

You can't focus on chemistry anymore. Why did you even chose this subject in the first place!? It still wasn't the time for you to get your snacks refill. But maybe you needed some energy right now if you were going to survive Chem.

You entered the store and went straight to the snack racks. You were about to turn around when you heard a familiar voice.

Namjoon. And...

Yuju. The store owner.

"Are you seriously going to do this every other day now?" That was Yuju.

"You can't face this small inconvenience for your friend?" It was Namjoon and he was...

Wait why was he moving the honey butter chips on the top rack?

"Just pass me the packets, will you?" Yuju just sighed and did as told.

"You know instead of doing this maybe you could tell her you like her and just ask her out like a normal person?" Yuju said. Suddenly everything hit you at once, the sudden change in snack location and all.

You quietly went near Yuju and tappedher should, putting a finger on your lips. Yuju quickly caught up and handed you the chip packets and left.

All the while Namjoon was busy in his own world, "You know how can I be. I don't know if she likes me or not. She didn't even noticed me until four days ago. What if she had rejected me?" Namjoon was blabbering all the while you were silently handing him the packets. "This was the only way I knew to make her aware of my existence and maybe start a friendship? I got tired of just glancing at her fron across the class room and herr when she would come everyday-" Namjoon halted. He had reached for the last packet while talking and when you didn't released it he turned around.

Marbles. That's the only way you can describe his wide and beautiful eyes right now.

He was shocked and maybe mortified. Were you going to stop talking to him now? Or worse hate him?

You didn't uttered a word and just turned around.

After a few steps you stop and looked over your shoulder. He was still staring at you with wide eyes. You almost laughed.

"I heard the sunset looks really beautiful from the park near the art building. We might be able to catch it if we start moving now." You said nonchalantly. Then added "Maybe we can share these too." You shook the packet in your hand and started walking towards the cash counter.

After a moment Namjoon followed with a sheepish smile on his face.

You two exited with you having a suppressed grin on your face and him with a cheeky smile on his while ruffling his hair. ....................................

True. The sunset was beautiful. But maybe less than what started blooming between you on that day.

A/n I hope you liked it!

Jenga

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱

𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆!𝗮𝘂!

𝗪𝗰: 𝟴𝟯𝟲

It's short and sweet, hope you enjoy! (gif not mine)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

A drop of sweat rolled down your forehead as you carefully took out a wooden piece from the corner of the Jenga. It shook slightly as if about to fall but thankfully stayed. Glancing up and meeting Jungkook's eyes you saw the furrow in his brows and wondered he might get permanent wrinkles if he kept doing that.

He leaned sideways spying a piece stuck in the middle and slowly started pushing it. When it was halfway out the tower started shaking making him pause, his eyes widened as he waited for something to happen but when the structure stayed still he let out a breath and started moving the piece again.

It was almost out and Jungkook looked up for a split second to cast you a cocky look. His mistake. Because in the next second the piece was out with the whole tower falling down. His hand hovered in the air for a long second just as a wide smile appeared on your face.

"Finally!" you cheered as a groan left Jungkook's mouth. This was your first win against Jungkook in the last four game nights with your friends and now you were going to rub your win in his face for at least the next two weeks.

Yoongi crackled at the absolute look of distaste on Jungkook's face giving away how much he was hating the current situation.

You looked up just in time to see Jungkook rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah you won. Yay. Now let's get this over with." He said sweeping his bangs away from his forehead and leaning in waiting to get flicked. He sighed once and then closed his eyes.

After 10 seconds of wait a small smile graced his lips as he felt nothing hit him. Just as he started opening his eyes he felt a stinging pain on his forehead and jerked his head back letting out a yelp.

"Ouch! That hurts! You actually did it?"

"Why wouldn't I have done it? What? Were you expecting me to kiss your forehead instead or something?"

"yeah maybe I was expecting exactly that!" He said with a slight pout.

"I'm not your girlfriend or something, why would you expect me to go all soft on you." You snorted.

"You could've been if you weren't so blind." He mumbled out of the corner of his mouth but clearly you all heard it if the silence of the room was anything to go by. His words managed to distract even Namjoon and Jimin from their intense game of mario cart.

"Are you...asking me out right now? Like that?"

He just looked down, face dusted with pink the same shade as his lips. "I may or may not be doing that." You paused for a moment and that had Jungkook nervously looking anywhere in this tiny dorm except at your face. After a moment you said. "That's a terrible way to do this if you are." He looked up immediately at that. Staring into your eyes for a moment and then grabbing your hand, startling you slightly he stood up with you and started dragging you out of the room so fast that you didn't have time to react and so you just followed him.

Once outside in the hallway he turned around and grabbed both your shoulders. He walked you back until you were pressed against a wall and then took a deep breath.

"Let me do it properly then. Would you like to be my girlfriend and let me take you out on a date?" His eyes were wide and he looked nervous. And so he added as an after thought "please?"

You were looking up at him with your own wude eyes. "Thought you'd never ask." You were grinning widely.

A smile was on his face too, he looked a bit relieved and a lot happy.

The lights in the hallway were dim and casted an orange glow on his face. You reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand, your thumb stroking his cheekbone as you started leaning up towards him.

He leaned down a bit and closed his eyes. His lips parted slightly, warm breath hitting your lips. You got on your tip toes the other hand coming to rest on his shoulder and then your soft lips landed on his...

...forehead.

You lips left his skin as fast as they got there. Barely a brush of your lips.

He opened his eyes immediately and looked at you confused. You just smiled innocently and said "Here's you forehead kiss. Now you don't need to pout you sulky baby."

He stared at you in disbelief and you returned the stare. After a couple of seconds you both just bust out laughing.

It feels good. Laughing with him like this knowing that tomorrow is a promise for more, it feels good.

******

Back in the room everyone was just staring at the door where you both just left and then Jimin burst out laughing rolling on the floor, "fucking finally". Meanwhile Yoongi and Namjoon just stared at each other, both confused as to what just happened.

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𝗔/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 ♡

Cuddlebugs

A/N: Ok… so… I’ve been writing reader inserts for a while but I haven’t… posted any… please be gentle… I just wanan cuddle the strawberry boi… fall asleep on him… Human body pillow…

Summary: Class 1-A hosts a movie night. You, ever the lightweight, sleep through it. (This is just fluff. Fluff and panic.)

Word count: Almost 1600

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This is a dream. This has to be a dream. Some Disney movie is playing on the TV across the common room, but Izuku can hardly focus on it. He’d thought he was lucky enough to nab not only a coveted position on one of the couches during movie night, but the only one next to you, you having taken the corner seat with a victorious grin while the class was still debating on tonight’s movie.

But this? This is a whole other level, with you you you resting on his shoulder, fast asleep with your legs curled up in the space beside you.

(So close…!)

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✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

I would love to do more head canons

(I’m taking requests, they are open!!)

fandoms

Star Trek (I’m most suited to TOS, but if you asked I’d try AOS and TNG)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Probably a lot of other stuff too I just can’t think of them right now (just ask about whatever fandoms you feel like)

I basically only write fluff, I DO NOT write smut, simply because I’m bad at it. The closest I get to smut is I’ll do making out

Bones fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

It’s your laugh, he loves how happy you sound when you laugh. He might just love it more if you laugh hard enough you snort. He loves the way your nose wrinkles and your eyes crinkle when you laugh. He loves the sound of your softer laughs too, the little giggles that are just so bubbly.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Not particularly, it isn’t that he wouldn’t love to have a family, it’s just that he already had a kid. So if you want children he’s all for it, he just doesn’t exactly have baby fever or anything.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Don’t get me wrong, he loves to cuddle, he’s just also an exhausted doctor. So you pretty much only cuddle when it’s time for bed and he’s already almost asleep. Although he does get up earlier than you do and he started getting up fifteen minutes earlier so that he could just hold you for a little while. Eventually you catch on to his habit and start to wake up to that alarm too so that you cuddle in closer than you already are for a little bit, even if you’re just gonna go back to sleep when he actually has to get up. 100% the big spoon 🥄, he’ll put his arms around you and then joke that his arm is asleep in the morning, he also definitely puts a leg over yours. He’s not the kind of cuddler that you couldn’t get loose from if you wanted, it’s just that mostly you don’t want.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Leonard isn’t a date night in kind of guy, maybe you actually go out when you’re on shore leave, but he really just likes his sleepy alone time with you. At first he probably feels bad about it, saying that he doesn’t know why you date a sleepy old man, but then he realises you love it just as much. Your dates are basically spent on the couch in pyjamas, this is one of the other times that he definitely cuddles with you. You two will watch an entire movie together and he’s not gonna let you go anywhere unless you really have to, but with puppy dog eyes like that (he doesn’t look it, but damn does he have really good puppy dog eyes) you rarely end up classifying any reason to get up as a must.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Luna, your his moon, but Luna is cuter. It’s dark in space, really dark. You’re his light and he can’t stand when you’re not around, you make things brighter. He loves it when you visit the medbay, if he’s not busy then he’ll fill out forms while chatting with you, otherwise he’ll just give you a quick kiss before being dragged off to the next thing.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

The first time he really knew he loved you was when they’re were a plethora of injured flooding into the medbay and technically he was already busy. The moment he saw you walk in while being supported by Uhura, he left the patient he was already working on. He didn’t even falter as his previous patient shouted after him. When he was willing to desert his previous (and very important task) for someone who was just supposed to be another patient, he was pretty sure he wanted to be more than just friends.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Of course Bones is gentle, he loves you, but as much as he loves you he really doesn’t want to have to patch you up if he can help it. If you do get injured he’s the first one there though and won’t let anyone else touch you unless absolutely necessary. Emotionally though, he’s just as gentle as Kirk, although if you’re being an idiot he’s gonna tell you. Mostly though, he knows what it’s like to hurt and he doesn’t want you to ever feel that way. He might not be the best at feelings, but if you ever need to talk he’s there.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Holding hands is alright, though he prefers to put a hand on your waist. It’s just reassuring to know that he’s got you with him, plus (and he only does this occasionally so it catches you off guard every time) sometimes he gives your side a little squeeze to tickle you because he loves the way you jump away and squeal.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He thinks you’ve done something incredibly stupid, the first time you meet Jim carries you into the medbay because you sprained your ankle. You didn’t even sprain it doing anything meaningful! When Leonard asked how it happened you tell him that it happened running through the halls of the Enterprise. When he asks why you were running you refuse to answer, but the look on Jim’s face tells him everything. “Racing through the hall with Jim? Really?” He raises an exhausted eyebrow and sighs. Of course he’ll fix it for you and ask you to check in with him in a few days, but damnit he’s tired of Jim’s antics.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not really, he doesn’t get jealous for anything unreasonable. He knows that at the end of the day you love him and it’s his clothes you’re wearing to bed as pyjamas. That’s about what matters to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Softly and quickly, he usually kisses you hello and goodbye. He likes to surprise you with them sometimes, like when you’re not looking he’ll sneak up and give you a kiss. He kisses you first when you get a cut on your hand and joke that a kiss would make it all better, much to your surprise he does.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s Bones. Bones says I love you first without thinking about it. You were being overdramatic about an injury saying you were dying and he runs out to the living room to see you laying on the ground. At first he doesn’t know what’s wrong so he kneels beside you and asks. When you tell him that you tripped over a chair and hit the ground he smacks you on the back of the head. “I love you, but you can’t scare me like that!” He warned you.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Honestly his favourite memory of you is probably the time you left your quarters in one of his uniform shirts. Nobody told you until you were on the bridge “I didn’t know you had become a science officer!” Kirk had taken delight in your embarrassment. He still wonders how you didn’t notice you were wearing a shirt that didn’t fit you right. (I know this wasn’t exactly the prompt but I couldn’t help myself)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Not really, that sort of behaviour feels, to him, like he’s trying to buy you and that doesn’t sit right with him so he opts for trying to spend as much time as he can manage with you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Dark dark blue. Like the night sky, the night has always been his hideaway from the anxieties of the day. He considers you to be just that, you don’t expect too terribly much of him and that makes him feel like he can relax, you only expect him, nothing more.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

It comes naturally to him to just call you Darlin’. So much so that you’re not even sure he remembers what your name really is. Leonard isn’t going to try and change it either, he knows you love his southern charm. He loves watching you melt inside a little each time he calls you darlin’.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

No question, it’s records. He loves music so much and there’s just something different about playing a record, it takes music from just being something passing to being an experience. He went to great lengths to find a working record player and records in good enough shape to play.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Puts on a record and cooks (I dunno I just think that he’d be a good cook and an even better baker). You probably wake up to the smell of something delicious and the sound of rain, you think you might still be asleep because this is too good to be true. It probably comes as a surprise to you that he can cook.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He’s kinda bad at making people (himself included) feel better. Bones will probably just say “It could always be worse”. He’s the kinda guy who needs to be told that we do not call a traumatic experience an “it is what it is”

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Mostly he complains, not gonna lie. whether it be about the terrible replicator food or Kirk’s latest death trap of a mission, he.will.find.something.to.complain.about.

Sometimes it’s even that he’s genuinely frustrated, he’s just generally a really stressed out guy and complaining helps him let go of some of it. Other than complaining he likes to tell you what today’s stupidest injury was.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

being alone, save you, you can stay, but everyone else has to leave. Aside from that, maybe knowing that Kirk is asleep and can’t get himself hurt at the moment, but Bones wouldn’t put it past Kirk to get hurt in his sleep. But really just having quiet time alone with you eases his mind to no end.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

We’re all thinking it, it’s his hands, he knows they’re talented. If you get sore muscles he definitely takes pride in the fact that you’ll ask him for a back rub first. Will 💯 come up behind you when you look tense and just start rubbing your shoulders to help you relax and watch you turn into putty.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He’s scared of that kind of commitment because he wouldn’t be able to handle another Jocelyn type incident. You would have to propose to him, but if you do he’ll say yes before you can get your knee all the way to the ground. I know it doesn’t ask about the wedding itself, but Kirk 💯 marries you two with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew it!!

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Southern Nights by Glenn Campbell. Not only is it a country song, it’s just really sleepy. Basically it’s Bones if he were a song. It quickly becomes his favourite because (despite pretending to be upset by it) he loves that there’s a song that reminded you of him enough that you had to bring it to his attention. He can 1000% be found sleeping with this song playing on loop

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Sometimes, but he doesn’t know if he can handle being married again, I mean he knows that he’ll always love you, but what if one day you wake up and realise you don’t love him? 😢🥺😭. He’s just scared of being hurt again.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Honestly he just wants a mid-sized dog to cuddle with. But he definitely keeps threatening Spock with the idea that he’d get a pet lizard 🦎 👀

Sleepy fluff Bones

Prompt is: “I could take a nap right about now” “But you just woke up?” “And? I could still take a nap”

💤💤💤

You woke up to the sound of the ship’s whirring and soft snoring, which was odd because normally Leonard was up significantly earlier than you. It came as a bit of a shock until you slowly came to realise that he had today off. He had told you that. It unfortunately did not keep you from forgetting. Seeing this rare occurrence you do what any loving person would do. You slowly shift over in bed to lay your head on his chest and look up at his face. You love him, and you love seeing him so relaxed. You never get to see the crease between his brows relax when he’s awake. Part of you wished it could stay like this forever. You know that come to tomorrow you won’t see this again, he’ll have gone to work. Leonard moves slightly, startling you. Your heart nearly stops because you couldn’t really handle it if you woke him. “I can feel you lookin’ at me” Leonard mutters in your general direction. Your face heats up slightly knowing he’s been awake long enough to know you’re staring. “I can’t help it, you’re so pretty when you sleep” you sigh softly, “That’s not creepy at all, darlin” he murmurs as he stretches. “No it’s not, it’s romantic” you quietly argue. “Oh, well in that case, I could take a nap right about now. You know all that romance tuckered me out” he said, already closing his eyes again. “But you just woke up?” You whined, “And? I could still take a nap” he shrugged. “What about me? Don’t you love me? I’ll have to leave soon” you plead with Leonard. “Shh, just get over here” he demanded as if you weren’t already basically laying on top of him, “How much closer do you think I can get exactly?!?” You ask incredulously. Maybe you could be late today… just this once, right?

Yay me! 318 words

TOS headcanon

Prompt: Can you please come and get me?

Spock

He isn’t surprised

you were on shore leave and went to hang out with Kirk

If anything he’s thinking to himself “at least they called and didn’t find out in the morning when they were reported missing”

He’s on his way, don’t move

please do not listen to Kirk’s next idea, whatever it is

100% lectures you on why it’s stupid illogical to do anything with Kirk without further supervision

Yes Kirk meant well, yes it was an accident, no you cannot do it again

Kirk

Has a panic attack

What do you mean?!?

what happened???

where are you!?

Are you okay?!?

please tell him you’re okay, if you aren’t he might cry

He’s not just on his way, he’s basically there as soon as the words came out of your mouth

please let him carry you, it doesn’t matter if you’re not hurt

He will not let you leave his side for the rest of the night

You need something?? Let him come with you, or let him do it for you!!

Bones

Deep sigh 😞

he knew he should have gone with you, but nobody listens him, not even he does!!!

Please don’t be hurt and if you are please don’t move until he gets there

Give him a minute to change out of his pyjamas, he’ll be right with you

You didn’t wake him, he was only almost asleep, so when he comes to get you his accent is a little heavy

please bear with him while he attempts to compose himself enough to figure out what’s happening

He will put you in your pyjamas and set you on the couch while he makes you a snack

Please let him sleep now, he loves you but he’s exhausted 😩

TOS headcanon

prompt: would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?

images imply x fem!reader, I’ll probably do an x masc!reader next

Spock

Yes, yes it would be

He’ll still do it if it’ll make you happy

but he’s gonna ask you a bunch of questions about it while you show him possible outfits.

You’re lucky you’re on shore leave otherwise he would say no, just for the sake of professionalism

Kirk

NO!

Do it, show him all the options!

after this it’ll probably become a regular thing

is bouncing up and down the whole time

he loves it even more because it gives him an excuse to be extra clingy

won’t leave your side because “without you the outfit doesn’t make sense”

Bones

heavy sigh

yeah fine, but only because you look so excited about it

if you weren’t on shore leave he would never agree to it

mutters under his breath about how ridiculous this is the whole time

secretly loves it, which becomes not so secret when he says “I get to pick next time”

Star Trek Masterlist

(I’ll do my best to update it regularly)

(requests are open)

TOS headcanons

Making them bracelets

I could really use a hug

Can you please come and get me?

Crew reacting to the fandom

Crew reacting to more fandom

Bones fluff alphabet

Kirk fluff alphabet

Spock fluff alphabet

Rainy Day

Stuck in the turbo lift with you

Hey don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself

Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes

Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes(x masc!reader)

Kirk x agere!reader

Spock x agere!reader

Bones x agere!reader

Finding Your Nest In Their Quarters (Ostaran!reader)

Funny middle names

How They React To You Wearing Their Clothes

How They React To Seeing You Naked For The First Time

TNG headcanons

Crew reacting to being told they’re fictional

Stuck in the turbo lift with you

x reader

Sleepy fluff Bones

I’ll Marry You (Bones x reader)

I Like That Your Hands Fit In Mine (Kirk x reader)

Indoor Catch (no pairing)

I Like Your Sweater (Bones x reader)

I Wanna Hear You Sing (Spock x reader)

Any Chance (Bones x reader)

As You Wish (Kirk x reader)

I Don’t Know Where My Spleen Is (Kirk x reader)

The Birthday Captain (Kirk x reader)

One Of Those Days (Bones x reader)

Turn The Lights Down Low (Bones x reader)

Through The Grapevine (Bones x reader)

Purr-fectly Tipsy (Kirk x reader)

Sudoku Challenge (Spock x reader)

Just a Small Hang Up (Kirk x reader)

A Bit Thorny (Bones x reader)

Crosswords in a Bottle (Spock x reader)

Hearing that you’re seriously injured (Spock x reader)

Nowhere To Be (Spock x fem!Ostaran!reader)

Just Us and The Music (Kirk x reader)

Imagines

Saving Spock’s eyebrows

The Things We Do For The Fleet (Bones x reader) (series)

I Like Your Sweater

TOS Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none I don’t think, just fluffy at the end

word count: 758

My alarm rang throughout my quarters, so I turned it off and rolled over. “It’ll go off again in ten” muttered angrily to myself. I was wrong or maybe I was right but I didn’t hear it, I don’t really know. What I do know is that it’s 9 AM and I am laaate, like the kind of late where I hopped out of bed and scrambled for any of the nearest clothes, most of which were on the floor and yesterday’s or older. Just as I was hopping about, trying to get my other leg in my pants while also brushing my teeth, Scotty’s face popped up on the video communicator. Thunk I fell over backwards, I was hoping that maybe no one, or at least no one important, would notice that I was late. I could hear Scotty’s laughter radiating from the communicator. “I see you’re already getting ready!” He belowed between fits of laughter. “Yes, why do you call?” I inquired rather loudly as I was still on the floor trying to get my pants the rest of the way on. “I just wanted to let you know that when you do finally get down to engineering, we’re having our monthly meeting to assign projects” Scotty informed while attempting to hide more chuckling. (I dunno, I just made up something important) That was today?!? “Are you kidding?!?” I popped up with my pants finally all the way on to look at Scotty. “Nope, serious as a heart attack” He deadpanned. “Fine, fine, I’ll be there!” I shouted as I dived back down to find my toothbrush in this mess. “You’ve got eight minutes, see you there!” Scotty singsonged before hanging up. Eight minutes, so really I’ve got five minutes and enough time to take the turbo lift down, and not miss anything but basic introduction. Why is it so cold in here? I know I’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment, but I’ve gotta have a uniform sweater around here somewhere. “Bingo!” I swiped the sweater off the floor and put it on. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I did the next best thing and used a handful of water to smooth out the top of my hair and put on deodorant. I run for the turbo lift. “Morning Chekov!” I shout as I run. I get into the turbo lift and pant out engineering. I’m so grateful that it was open and I didn’t have to use the stairs. Once off the lift I run into the conference rooms in engineering, there are six of them and Scotty didn’t actually say which once we were in this morning. I started to just randomly pop my head into other meetings, fifth time’s the charm I guess because we were in room five. I slipped in and tried to sit without being noticed, but the door slammed behind me. Suddenly everyone was giving me various degrees of judgemental looks. “What?” I ask in irritation, “Nothing, you just late” Scotty reassured while glowering at all the other engineering personnel. The meeting was long and slow, the only thing I learned was that despite previous mistakes I was still working in the engine core. I had nothing else to do unless something got broken so I headed down to the medbay to see what was up with my favourite CMO. The whole way there I kept getting looks, was my hair really that bad? I thought about this and automatically ran a hand over my hair. News travels fast around here, maybe they just all know I was late, I can’t have been the only person who was late today though. I walked on into the medbay to find Leonard at his desk. Must be the luckier part of my day, he’s usually being dragged around the medbay if not the whole ship for various emergencies. “Hiya, Len!” I call to him as I make my way over. He turns to look at me and whatever he was about to say dies on his lips. “I like your sweater, darlin” he says in a slightly mocking tone. “It’s just a uniform sweater” I tell him, “Yeah, but whose uniform?” He questions, crossing his arms and eyeing the sweater. I finally look down and much to my near horror, I see a medical officer’s sweater over my engineering shirt. “Don’t worry bout it darlin. It looks better on you anyway” Leonard compliments me as he gestures me over for a hug and a kiss.

I Wanna Hear You Sing

Spock x gn!reader

⚠️: none that I can think of

word count: 372

Follow your star let it guide youits been there for millions of years I sauntered into Spock’s quarters and the shower was running. That’s alright, I’ll wait for him. Its light will shine longer truer and stronger I think I can hear Spock talking to himself, not really something I would think of him as doing, but I guess he is the only person here who thinks like he does. I consider this as I lay down on the couch. The water stopped and I could hear him more clearly now. Than all of your worries and fears follow your starlet it lead you Spock is singing, I didn’t know he could or that he liked to, but he’s really good at it, I wonder why he doesn’t sing when he plays harp. He walks out of the bathroom, still wet and now in his pyjamas. it’s older and wiser than time it’s- He looks up to see me on the couch and stops mid verse. “Oh, hello, Y/N” Spock murmurs, now tinted a light shade of green. “Please don’t stop, I wanna hear you sing. It sounded so pretty” I plead with him, I can see him giving in and he comes to sit on the couch with me. It’s there to inspire your hopes to aim higherthan any old mountain you climb He moves me so that my head is in his lap and begins to rub my shoulder. fools follow rainbows but rainbows disappearwhen the sun warms the earthand the sky grows clear Spock looks down at me briefly before softly pressing a hand to my face and rubbing my cheek with his thumb. fools follow daydreams that soon will be gonebut that faithful old starjust shines on and on I look up at him in pure adoration, I’ve never heard anyone sing like this. follow your star let it show you that troubles seem worse than they are never think of them you’ll rise above them if you just follow your star follow follow your star “Now I believe it’s time for bed, T’hy’la” Spock uttered as he began to guide me to bed with a hand on my lower back.

Sleepy soft 😴🥰

As You Wish

James Kirk x gn!reader

⚠️: none really, for some reason reader hasn’t seen the Princess Bride

word count: 1,007

Jim was nice to you, but you thought nothing of it, he’s just a guy right? He was friends with everyone so it couldn’t be a big deal that he visited you in engineering yesterday morning. “Hey, Y/N!” Kirk greeted gleefully, “ow!” You sucked in a breath and attempted not to curse as you had hit your head on the counter you were working under. “Sorry! Are you alright?” He recoiled as he heard tools begin to clatter. “Yeah, I’m good. What’s up Jim?” You assured as you slid out from under the table, covered in grease and various other unidentified debris. “Well” Jim hesitated as he rocked on his heels with his hands held behind his back. “Brought you some water and a snack because Scotty said he hadn’t seen you leave the engine room since lunch yesterday” he finished in a rush as he held out the food and drink. “Aww, thanks you didn’t have to do that” You thanked him as you stood up. “Hey could ya open those for me” you requested, referring to the bag of pretzels Jim had brought. “Greasy hands” you explained as you waved your hands up in evidence of your point. “As you wish” Jim smiled as he opened it for you. “Oh hey, before you go, can I ask you a favour?” You asked Jim just as he set the pretzels on the table you had just been working under. “Of course, Y/N. What do you need?” Jim agreed instantly, “it shouldn’t take long, but it would be great if you could hold some wires in place for me while I secure them” you stated. Jim was already getting on the ground next to you as he said once more “As you wish”. ——— Or this morning when he was making a run for coffee and asked if you wanted some. Would have asked other people if they didn’t already have their own coffee, right? “Hey, Y/N! I’m getting coffee, you want some?” Jim asked before heading over to the turbo lift. “Yeah, could I have mine with ice though?” You asked, “As you wish” he replied just before hopping into the turbo lift. McCoy turned to you, “How in the stars are you still single?” He remarked, “What are you talking about?” You asked. “His ‘as you wish’ business?!?” McCoy pointed out, “I’m sure he says that to everyone!” You argue. “Oh bless your heart, he doesn’t say that to anyone else, and have you never seen the Princess Bride?” McCoy rambled. “No, what has that got to do with anything?” You ask defensively, “you’ll see, come to my quarters and we’ll watch it after my shift is over” McCoy stated simply, it wasn’t so much an offer as it was an order. Kirk came back a few moments later with coffee that you quite honestly forgot you had asked for. “Thank you” you said as you took it from him, “Of course” Jim replied, giving a cordial nod. ——— The shift had passed slowly, but it was over now and you were on your way to McCoy’s quarters to see a movie that would supposedly clear things up. You put the pin in the keypad (not that you’re supposed to have it, but what Starfleet Command doesn’t know, won’t hurt them). “Oh, hey!” McCoy greets before pausing a moment, “how’d you get in?” He asked in realisation. “I’m in engineering” you state plainly. Leonard seems a bit concerned by this, but moves to put on the movie anyway. “Sit down, you’re not gonna wanna stand the whole time” He says looking up to you from the couch. ———

An hour and a half later and all you could really remember of the movie was When he was saying as you wish, what he meant was I love you. You turned slowly to look at Leonard “and Jim’s seen this movie?!?” You ask in disbelief, “one of his favourites in fact” McCoy stated casually, as if this weren’t Earth shattering information. You ran out of the room and down the hall to Jim’s quarters. You had to do this before your courage ran away from you. You knocked on the door (you’re not really sure why you did it since there’s bell, but moving on), it was only a few moments before the door slid open. “May I have some tea” you requested quietly, you were banking on him saying it again, otherwise this didn’t work and it was just a random request for tea. Jim smiled down at you “As you wish” he declared softly and simply as he moved for you to come in. “I love you too” you had said just as he was turning around. You had said it so quietly that for a moment you weren’t sure Jim had heard you, if that were the case you were entirely prepared to forget about this. He turned toward you again and pulled you into a hug, it was full of warmth and it was tight. He pulled back to give you a kiss, just as warm and pleasant as his hug. Jim pulled away “Did you still want that cup of tea” he asked with a smirk, “as long as you’re offering” you say as you walk the rest of the way into his quarters. Something could vaguely be heard one room over, but you figure nothing of it. ————— Bonus scene: McCoy and Scotty had run into Spock’s quarters to put their ears against the wall closest to Kirk’s room. “Pay up, Scotty!” McCoy nearly shouts, “I told you I could do it!!” Scotty grumbles to himself as he pulls out his wallet. “Excuse me gentlemen, but I would appreciate it if you could leave now” Spock deadpanned, Leonard and Scotty look over to see Spock, wet and still wrapped in a towel. “I really hope you sleep in pyjamas, otherwise that’s a mental image I really don’t need!” McCoy spit as he and Scotty went back to their respective rooms.

Also this is what I used as the layout for the quarters in case you were wondering.

New sensory motivation!

I love typing with my Bluetooth headphones on because it makes this really satisfying clacking sound right in my ear. So this is my new motivation to try to keep writing stuff. I also wrote this post basically just because I like clacky sound 🥰🥰🥰

Spock fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?

Not to be weird, but your face, he just enjoys how expressive it is. When you laugh, smile, sigh in irritation, roll your eyes, or yawn. All of it, he just thinks you’re an adorable human 😍🥰.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Not at the moment. He only wants one if it seems practical for the current situation. He loves you, but he’s still hyper-logical. He’s not itching to have kids either, so if you don’t want them he doesn’t mind.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s not really a cuddler himself, but he understands why physical affection is important to you so he won’t stop you from being affectionate. He’ll definitely reach for your hand though if he starts having uneasy feelings (not that he’ll admit to having feelings most of the time). He’ll never stop you from touching him, but he is a bit hesitant to initiate contact.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Doesn’t really do dates, but does teach you to play the Vulcan harp. He mostly does it as an excuse for you to sit in his lap 💚😳💚

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Reason. He says that you are his Reason, not like his reason to live, but like his reason, his logic. Highest compliment honestly, he will turn bright green if you mention it.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Basically instantly, or at least there’s an instant attraction. You just radiate this energy that’s unlike anything he’s ever encountered. At first he tries to convince himself that it’s just curiosity and nothing else.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Incredibly, you know until he’s not. He tries to be aware of your feelings and such, but he does have a knack for accidentally hurting people’s feelings with his blatant honesty.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Nervously and with your fingers interlaced . It’s a bit of a nervous habit for him. It could also be that he feels that either he or you are being threatened.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He’s absolutely enthralled. The way you carry yourself and the way you act, it’s like no one is watching, or maybe that you know everyone is but it doesn’t matter to you. He can’t believe the confidence.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily?)

He sees jealousy as illogical as long as he can tell you care for him still. Although he will get a little fidgety if other people touch your hands.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Rarely, but when he does it’s full of feeling. When he kisses he means it and it’s the only thing he’s focused on. He makes an experience of it, it’s not just a passing thing he does.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does because he does. It’s true so why wouldn’t he say it, it’s one of the times when his blatant honesty comes in handy.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

He loves just to have you around, so his favourite memory is probably the first time you asked if you could spend the night in his quarters. You just couldn’t sleep so he read to you some before you curled into him and fell asleep.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, not only does he not see the point in it, but it would also take up a lot of space that neither of you really has in your quarters. Although, on occasion if he sees you eyeing something he’ll buy it for you when you aren’t looking and gift it to you a bit later.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

It’s pink, that same shade of muted pink that can be seen under your fingernails. It’s because (at first unintentionally, but now on purpose) you always seem to find a way to be fiddling with his or your hands, almost entirely because you know it’ll make him a little fidgety too.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Definitely uses T’hy’la quite often, but also uses Darling (almost overly annunciates the whole word). Although he probably just calls you by your name or rank when in public, unless provoked by jealousy

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Books, but also sheet music, I think the two kind of go together. He’ll read to you from whatever newly acquired book he’s got at the moment. While he’s something of an organised person, I also see him leaving books and sheet music just scattered about his quarters, but in an aesthetic way (🤷‍♀️)

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He’s either going to spend that day reading or you’re going to find him playing some dreadfully melancholic tune on his harp (I don’t make the rules).

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Will list every reason why it is currently illogical to be sad. If that doesn’t work, as it usually doesn’t, then you can hug him until you feel better. He’s not the best hugger, but he’s really good at letting you hug him.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He is really more of a listener, but if you ask him a question with an answer that he knows anything about, he’s a lecturer, will talk for hours about why this button does that.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Probably talking, but not with a purpose. He likes the kind of conversation where you’re talking about everything and nothing, sometimes you’ll stop talking for a few minutes and it’ll just be silent, but then you’ll pick up again like you didn’t stop having the conversation.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Honestly, I don’t think that he’s super into himself (if that makes sense, like he generally has good self worth, but he’s not very interested in himself, I dunno) point in case it’s you. He’ll go around the Enterprise doing the Vulcan equivalent of “Look what my SO did/made!”

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re probably alone, he’ll preface with how it’s not really important to him, but he understands that the tradition is important to humans sometimes, and then he’ll just flatly ask if you like to marry him.

X = Xylophone (what’s their favourite song?)

I have other ideas, but ever since reading this fic, I think it might be

I just can’t stop thinking about it, leave me alone. I have this entire playlist of Spock type music if anyone cares to have a look. Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Sort of, sometimes, but mostly he focuses on what needs doing right now. It is a thought has frequently though when he’s finally got time to himself.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He doesn’t really see the point in having a pet. If you want one though he’ll be okay with pretty much anything that isn’t reptilian. Probably ends up with a cat that he won’t admit he loves.

Turn The Lights Down Low

Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none

word count: 296

Sort of inspired by this song

The door to Leonard’s quarters closed behind Y/N with a familiar swishing sound. The lights were only on half brightness and there was music floating from the kitchen. ‘It must be Wednesday’ they thought as they wandered into the kitchen. The smell of peach cobbler and stir fry grew stronger when Y/N reached the kitchen. “Mmm, smells good” Y/N breathed out as they leaned against Leonard. “Glad ya think so, it’s almost done, darlin” Leonard said as he briefly turned to press a kiss to their forehead. “Do me a favour an’ get the hot pads outta the drawer?” He asked softly as nodded in the direction of the drawer in question. “Course” Y/N muttered as they reached into the drawer for hot pads. Handing them to Leonard, Y/N briefly stopped him for a kiss on the cheek. Leonard opened the oven and the smell of warm peach cobbler wrapped around the both of them in a hot puff of air. “Oooh, can we have that first?” Y/N asked impatiently, “I suppose it will be cool sooner than the stir fry” he chuckled, setting the cobbler on the counter before turning to check the stir fry again. Y/N turned the music down, just a bit, before coming up behind Leonard and wrapping their arms around his waist and resting their head between his shoulder blades. “Whatcha doin, darlin?” He asked without moving. “Shhh” Y/N let out, “it’s so nice and quiet” they sighed before placing a kiss to Leonard’s back and loosening their grip. Y/N walked away to sit down at the table. It was only a moment before Leonard walked out with two slices of cobbler, “can’t have dinner if you don’t eat your dessert” he joked. “How will I ever live?” Y/N dramatised lovingly.

TOS headcanon reacting to finding your nest in their quarters

Ostaran!reader (I mean the implication of nesting is kinda fem, but no pronouns or real description used for reader, so take it as you will)

Jim

Losing his mind

Like OMG, You put your nest in his room?!?!

Loves it so much

can’t believe you feel comfortable enough to put one so near his bed

tries so friggin hard not to even breathe in its direction

if you invite him to snuggle in it he will die

if you let him, he’ll start collecting you more blankets and pillows and things

like you’ll come to your new nest and find a new pile of materials near by

Spock

Honoured, but a little put off by the fact that you made it right in the doorway

Still won’t move and avoids stepping in it like the plague

will ask very kindly if you might move it to a more convenient location

would even help you to move your nest if you allow it, otherwise he’ll just read his book and let you do your thing.

the internal mushy feelings are real though

like won’t let anything happen to your nest at all

if you invite him to snuggle in your nest he will await your explicit instructions so as not to mess it up

Might start brining you little pieces for your nest that you express any interest in

Bones

Okie dokie

Doesn’t mess with it, but won’t bring it up unless you do first

it if you wait too long to bring it up he’ll look at you over the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow as you snuggle into your nest

“Did you wanna join me?” He just shakes his head, “not what I meant,”

his words do not however match the action that is instantly plopping into the nest with you

he won’t go super out of his way to bring you more material, but he does think your nest looks a little sparse so if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’ll get it for you.

he also definitely leaves little snacks next to your nest for you.

seriously, you accumulate a whole stash

the curse of being obsessed with the late 17th century look is that short hair just isn't gender affirming to you as a masc leaning agender thing. you need it long and flowy and curly like a beautiful mane

I wanna fall asleep in his arms🥰

Read Me to Sleep? Alastor x reader Fluff

Alastor x reader Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Nothing outside of canon typical

Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

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It was late when you finally dragged your ass up the walkway of the hotel. You expected the lobby to be deserted and it was. You were utterly exhausted as you crossed the hotel lobby, dragging your feet with every step.

It had been a day from hell, between turf wars and murders making your errands take twice as long. On top of everything, you had to fight off some handsy fuck who didn’t know who they were messing with. While you were busy, your shopping got lifted. 

 That was just as well, you told yourself as you slowly pulled yourself up the stairs and down the hall. It was better to just give up and try again tomorrow. Or next week. 

Slipping into the room you shared with Alastor, you were not really all the at surprised to see him still up, sitting in his armchair with a book in hand, coat discarded in favor of comfort in the privacy of his room. He never really seemed to sleep, always being awake when you drifted off and awake before you rose in the morning. His ever watching presence was a comfort as you let your guard down. 

His red and pink eyes glanced up from his book as you latched the door shut behind you with a soft click that seemed to echo in the quite room. The only other sounds were the soft jazz playing and crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“You’re home late, my dear.” Alastor’s eyes ran over you as he lifted his arms from his lap, freeing space in a unspoken offer. 

“Long day,” you didn’t elaborate as you crossed the room, toeing off your shoes and slipping your jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. Usually Alastor would comment, lecture about care of clothing and space but tonight he held is tongue.

You crawled into his lap, melting into the warmth of him as you tucked yourself against his much larger frame. Under your head you could hear the steady beat of his heart. 

“Do you wish to talk about it?” Alastor asked as his hands rested around you, shifting you to sit neater in his lap. 

“Not really,” you answered, nestling yourself tighter against his chest, resting your hand against his chest. 

“What can I do for you?” Alastor asked, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

“Read to me?”

“As you wish,” Alastor nuzzled the top of your head for a moment. You could almost swear a soft kiss was placed but with him, you could never be sure. 

He read from where he was, voice a low rumble accented by the radio overlay, just present enough to warm his words. As minutes slipped by, your eyes grew heavy and you breathing slowed. It became harder and hard to follow the plot of the story, let alone the meaning of the sentences. 

Soon the words themselves were lost to you. They became just another soothing sound along with the fire crackling, the thumping of his heart and the way his breath came, softly rocking you ever so slightly. The jazz floated through the air as each slow blink of your eyes came slower, lids lingering downcast for a few seconds more each time. 

Your eyelids didn’t open again, a soft sigh slipping between your lips as you decided to rest your eyes and listen to the story. What was the story about? Oh hell, you lost it. That’s alright. 

His voice sounded so good. He was so warm, all around you. The fire was cozy. 

You needed to get up, change and get ready for bed. You needed to do things. 

You needed to lay there and listen to the voice of home. The rest of it could wait, you decided as sleep overtook you. What was the point of being home if you couldn’t fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved? 

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Tag List: @catticora, @alastor-simp, @alastorthirsty

[a silly wish - 6:47pm]

I wished for one to do once I was in a relationship. To dance in the rain with my lover. Now the warm hands that rest on my waist and my cheek perfectly contrast the cold rain. Our clothes are soaked but we don’t give a damn, too immersed in the love that’s overflowing from our eyes. No words are exchanged, the look in our eyes does much better than words anyway, that’s how it’s always been with them.

Lopsided smiles plaster our faces and we both just know, as if we were the same person but in two different bodies. The kiss shared between us is so devastatingly soft, sweet and it’s as if they’re pouring all their love into that kiss, it’s enough for me to feel the love throughout my body and soul. The kiss makes me feel like I am their sun, stars, and moon. I feel so happy, so loved and I want them to know that I love them just as much, no, much more. I reciprocate the kiss, pouring all my love into it and giving back. The moment is so sweet, it’s like I’m dreaming. The kiss is broken just to look into each other’s eyes again, soak everything up before we have to get out of this reverie and back into the world. Our foreheads touch, soft smiles paint both our faces and I wrap my arms around their neck, playing with their wet locks, massaging their nape.

“I wish there was a better way of saying ‘I love you’, it feels overused and it’s just not enough to express in words how much I love you.” Eyes closed, I let out a sigh sounding disappointed in the lack of terms. Their shoulders shake with a quiet laugh before kissing my forehead, then both my cheeks. “...you’re like the first rays of sun that wakes the world and reminds them that there are beautiful things on this Earth. ‘Whatever you need will find you, you are in for something beautiful.’”--I pull them in close and bury my face in their neck, tiptoeing, “To me.. That’s what you are. A reminder that everything is worth it, that there are beautiful things here. Beautiful things like you.” Looking up from their neck to finally look at them. “I love you. So, so much,”

With them not being much of a talker, preferring their actions speak louder than their words, they just pull you closer– if that's even possible– and kiss you. This kiss is more passionate than the last. Their hand snakes up from my waist to my hair to tug gently.

“You… you make me. Complete me. Without you, I don’t think I have much purpose in this world. I’m so happy I found my way to you, my love.” They guide you to spin then dip, after all, we were dancing. The swift movement makes you giggle and they hold me in this position so I have no choice but to look them in the eye. The look of pure awe that comes from my lover’s eyes is enough to send me reeling, I actually find my breath hitching. They notice this and smirk– not a cocky one but a soft, amused one? My lover looks absolutely breathtaking. I don’t have much time to adore their features before he pulls me back up on two feet, bodies swaying to the nonexistent melody.

“God, life is full of uncertainty but you- I’ve never been so sure about something before. I am 100% certain that I love you.” They say with a rare grin. I can’t help but swoon, any normal person would if they would see them like this. I can’t help but kiss under their beautiful eyes. I’m in this forever aren’t I?