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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Glad to see you opened mashups! Maybe try to do one for me? Thanks in advance ^^ MCU, and possibly DCU, Sherlock and LOTR/The Hobbit if you wanna do multiple. :)

I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

Thanks for sending this hon!! I only had time for MCU and DCU, hope that’s ok! btw I’m now convinced you’re a fairy

I ship you with…

MCU

Thor!!

- At first, he isn’t really sure what to do with you. You intimidate him a bit.

- But then, the more time he spends around you, the more he can read your expressions, and the more he realizes that softer side beneath your exterior.

- Thor isn’t afraid to ask how you’re feeling on the occasions that he can’t read you. He’s blunt and to-the-point with you, so there’s rarely any miscommunication.

- He is absolutely in awe of all the languages, mythology, and music skills you have. You learn languages from each other!!! He can teach you older or alien languages, and you teach him more modern ones.

- At a party or social gathering, Thor can be bubbly enough for both of you. Still, the whole time, he’ll be checking up on you and seeing how you’re doing. He ALWAYS looks at you to laugh at a joke, or to ask your opinion.

- Thor loves to bring you items for your collection!! He doesn’t really understand midgardian currency yet, so he may have given a pharmacy clerk $75 for a lighter that he thought you’d like.

- Thor offers to bring you to Asgard for some Asgardian holidays. In general, he’ll take any excuse to bring you to Asgard.

- The rest of the Avengers can’t figure out how you two fit together. But, then again, they don’t see the quiet nights stargazing or reading books together.

(Bonus: Tony Stark has a big crush on you)

DCU

Diana!!

- You and Diana make a funny couple, but a very seamless one.

- Diana can read you scarily well (you’re not really sure how she does it), and she immediately recognizes the softer side of you. She understands when you don’t want to talk about emotions, and instead will just sit with you or cheer you up by quoting Prose Edda or Shakespeare in other languages if you’re upset.

- Diana knows the value of hanging back, so you get lots of quiet one-on-one time with her.

- She LOVES your tattoos, and can’t stop tracing her finger across them.

- She also thinks you’re very funny. Sarcasm? Yes ma’am. She always gives you her full attention when you speak, so she notices way more of your jokes than anyone else.

- Diana is always asking if she can listen to true crime with you. She’s not a huge fan of it necessarily, but she just loves to spend that quality time with you and discuss the content of each podcast after.

#mashup

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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New Request Option: Mashups

Hi guys!! Got inspired by @marvelousluci and have decided to do my own fandom mashups!

How does this work?

Tell me a bit about yourself, what fandoms/characters you’re interested in, and I’ll give you an SO and maybe some head canons with them!!

This won’t be around for long, so take advantage of it while you can.

This is separate from my normal requests, so asking for a mashup is currently OPEN! When it closes will depend on how many requests I get. I’m only doing this for a bit because I have writer’s block 😬

Some ideas for what to tell me about yourself:

- Sexuality

- Favorite hobbies

- Introvert/Extravert/Ambivert

- Ideal date

Obviously, you can say more or less, as long as you include the fandom you want for your mashup, as well as your sexuality!

Have fun y’all :)

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Snuggly Star Trek things because I'm feeling cuddly and cold

Bones gives really good bear hugs and tired crewmembers (a.k.a Jim, a.k.a Chekov a.k.a any of his medical staff a.k.a Spock) will fall asleep in his embrace because he's warm and cuddly and 😌

Christine's got really smooth skin, I don't know why but that makes me want to hug her, and her clothes are always a smooth texture so people (Nyota and Bones) steal her scarves

Jim also gives good hugs

And if it's been a particularly bad or long mission he will carry you to your quarters because he strong

Spock isn't one for hugs but will sit next to his friends when they're sad and pat them on the head or carefully rub their back like a cat

Scotty is the kinda guy to pick you up and spin your around when you've done something great and he's proud of you

Chekov is also like this but less strong so he drops people

Uhura has so many layers on her bed and makes sure she's sleeping in a blanket fort almost all the time

Sulu falls asleep in the greenhouse because it's warm and softly humid and Chekov has to store pillows in there so he doesn't get cramp from napping

It's also where he goes when calling Ben and Demora or if he's feeling lonely because it's his happy place

Wow I managed to sneak a bit of angst in there

Bones likes giving hugs because he knows if someone hugs him and pulls his head into the crook of their neck and let's him nuzzle and get comfy that he'll cry his eyes out

He's a big softy

He likes baking and makes jam and scones and has afternoon tea with Spock on the anniversary of Amanda's death or her birthday because she used to hold tea parties with him and I-Chaya

Jim's second best at hugs because he's soft and chubby and good for really getting warm (spock knows this and this very much comes from this post by @lejoursobre )

I hope you enjoyed these, I'm tired and hungry at the moment and that combination makes me sleepy and my bed is very cosy. Tell me your thoughts!

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Hey kiddos!! All requests have been answered, the master list has been MAJORLY IMPROVED, and the day after tomorrow I get on an airplane!

I understand that some mobile users are not able to access certain links, and so you may not be able to view my master list. I’m hoping this problem will be fixed. If it persists, I will create a master list for mobile users.

My semi-hiatus starts now! I will still be available for questions, concerns, or friendly messages, and will be posting some writing here and there (including a couple requests from some dear friends).

Don’t hesitate to reach out! Love ya!!

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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I've been dying to request this!

Okay, okay, Star Trek Next Generation, A reader who has been attacked by Borgs in the past and is pretty much terrified of Data when they meet him. Data, being the curious android he is, starts researching ways to show he is friendly and not anything like a Borg. 😄😄

This is so cute!!! I don’t know hardly anything about Data, so I tried my best :)

- Data’s not sure why you’re so wary around him, until a crewmate explains that you had a horrible experience with Borgs.

- So, Data tries to become as least like a Borg as possible. He searches “how to be human”, “how to be friendly”, etc. His search engine requests don’t get him very far, however. It seems like the internet doesn’t understand what he’s asking.

- Eventually, he goes to the Captain for help. Picard advises Data to “be himself”.

“You’re not a Borg, so if you speak from the heart, she will realize that.” The Captain explains.

- So, Data sets out to discover differences between him and Borgs.

- There are many differences, obviously, but he decides the biggest one is his artwork. Now he just has to put a plan into action.

- The thing is, Data doesn’t want to corner you and scare you more, so he sets up his painting easel on the observation deck, and waits, hoping you might stop by.

It takes a couple days.

- But, when you do stop by, you’re astonished to see Data painting.

You hadn’t been expecting to find him here, let alone working on art. Yet here he is.

- Quietly, nervously, you ask about his work. And Data describes the constellations and galaxies he’s painting, and you’re in awe with how his technical understanding of the stars translates to brush strokes.

- After this encounter, you find yourself much more relaxed around Data. Sure, you’re still a bit nervous at points, but now he’s your friend.

And besides, who else would you talk about art with?

- But really, you talk about everything with Data. He’s a good conversationalist, and you find that he has a very unique perspective.

And he’s nothing like a Borg.

- Sometimes, late at night, Captain Picard will walk by the observation deck and hear you laughing. If he peers in, he can see both you and Data, glowing in the starlight, smiling at each other.

And the Captain finds himself smiling, too.

#star trek #star trek reader insert #star trek fanfiction #star trek headcanon #data #data x reader #data headcanons #data imagine #star trek next gen #masterlist

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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May I request a Smaug/Hobbit reader? The reader is a singer and wanders into Smaugs cave, he likes the singing and decides to keep them forever. 🐉🐲

What a fun idea!! Coming right up :)

- You weren’t supposed to be in the mountains. But really, who was supposed to be in the mountains?

- You’re an adventurer, contrary to your Hobbit heritage. And here you are, somewhere in what you believe to be dwarf territory, cold and alone. You don’t mind it so much, really. As you walk, you sing old campfire songs.

- It isn’t until you come across a massive stone entrance carved into one of the mountains that you begin to wonder about this land’s history. Still, there’s no one around to ask.

- Still singing, you make your way across the rubble, and peer into the cave entrance. It’s dark inside (as is to be expected), and it smells musty.

You decide to explore it.

- Your singing stops when you come across vast piles of glittering gold spread out like ocean waves below you.

There’s a pause, and the sound of air settling in the massive hall, when a voice speaks.

“Oh, do continue. I was enjoying your song.”

The voice is loud, but you can’t pinpoint its location.

“Who’s there?” You yell. No response.

On your quiet Hobbit feet, you continue into the halls. You start singing again.

- It takes almost an hour before you round one last corner, and discover a massive drake head, sticking out from beneath the gold. He’s watching you.

“I’m so glad you decided to continue singing,” he says.

And, throwing common sense to the wind, you laugh.

“You’re a dragon!”

“Yes, I believe that’s what they call me. And what are you?”

“A Hobbit!” You announce gleefully. The drake snorts.

“A Hobbit. I don’t believe I’ve heard of your kind. Do you have a name?”

“Y/N.”

“Hmmph, Y/N. Wonderful. I am Smaug.”

- After spending some time telling Smaug about the outside world, you ask to stay in his cave for a bit. You needed a place to camp for the night, anyway. Of course, the dragon obliges.

- But, in the morning, you find that you’re reluctant to leave. There’s food here, and a kitchen, and a water source, and plenty of shelter. The wild around the mountain is beautiful…

- So, when Smaug asks you to stay, you agree to make the mountain your home base. Sometimes, you’ll leave to explore for a bit, but you always come back.

And, when you do, you sing on your way. Smaug always hears you coming.

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit reader insert #smaug #smaug x reader #smaug imagine #smaug headcanons #masterlist

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Guys you should read this!! It’s written by my friend!!

She has more writing and it’s SO delightful!! Her period headcanons are my favorite out there <3

Here’s your “how Leonard Bones McCoy reacts to a menstrual period” headcanon.

It’s long. When I said before it was 2700 words I was looking at the character count. Haha. Oops. Actual word count is ~2400. I know I have an issue going back and forth between tenses. It’s something I’m always trying to work on, so thank you for being understanding for any mistakes I make. I tried making each section keep to its own tense.

Clearly, some of my own insecurities and menstrual issues have seeped their way into this headcanon. So tw for feelings of shame around menstruation. Writing on this subject is actually very therapeutic for me, it helps me deal with my own shame and pure embarrassment around menstruation. Sorry if y’all are sick of it by now, I’ll take a break from it and work on some other stuff for awhile. But in all honesty, I do see myself writing more on the subject in the future.

Here we go.

(I don’t like the idea of Bones dating anyone in the academy, so I picture him with a really close female friend instead. Feel free to make her the s/o later if that’s your headcanon.)

As an academy friend-

You’d “met” Bones after dragging Jim home drunk. You didn’t recognize Jim personally but his cadet reds were a giveaway that he was Starfleet- like you. You’d found him outside a bar on your way home from working at a coffee shop. So you got his dorm number out of him, dumped him off on his roommate, and saluted them both goodbye. When it happened the second time, Bones invited you in and you helped him unload Jim of his jacket and shoes before dumping him in bed. Bones had informed you no one usually bothered to bring Jim home, they simply called Bones to come get him. So he gave you his number so you could do that the next time. When that next time came, (and this was after Jim got nailed for wearing reds out to drink and Bones ended up needing to buy the kid clothes,) when you called, you didn’t stay put as Bones wanted, but instead started hauling Jim back in the usual fashion. When Bones met you halfway, throwing a fit about you dragging him all alone, you’d grumbled at him to take the other arm and shut it because your head hurt and you weren’t in the mood. He trapped his yap until you guys successfully dumped Jim in bed and you’d stepped towards the door when he stopped you.

“Lemme give ya somethin for that headache,” and for the first time you’d noticed the drawl. You’d cocked your head, waved a hand.

“I’ve got my own stash of stuff, thanks…”

He blinked before shaking his head. “Geez, sorry, yeah, okay, that can sound creepy. I thought you already knew, I’m a doctor.”

“Oh, I did.”

“You…did?”

You’d laughed. “No of course not, you weirdo. But if it’s all the same I’d still like to share a meal with you before taking some unknown meds. Lunch with Mr. Gonna-be-hungover over there tomorrow at 12?”

And then the three of you were fast friends. It was easy and funny and Jim was a lot different than people thought, especially when sober. Once you’d figured out they were both decent guys, you fully decided to stick around. You three were practically inseparable. Which, of course, gave Bones a wholeeeeee baseline of info on you. So it was easy enough to pick up on the slight irritability you’d slip into every 3ish weeks.

So he’d offer to take your bag, because for some stupid reason each class gives you a whole padd just for them… but he’d do it in a casual way, “Jim, you tweaked your shoulder in combat, gimme your bag. Eh, bestie, gimme yours, too.”

He’d secretly bust out his baking skills, saying he was homesick and had a cookie recipe that Jim wasn’t allergic to but also contained your favorite thing- macadamia nuts. Because chocolate is overrated and far too obvious.

Unless you all go to the coffee shop downtown, the one with the brownies you like, then he insists on buying you one.

Because the dude understands it can be a two week ordeal, for some people. Three if they were that unlucky. So he was always on the lookout. The weirdo genius had pinned down a schedule but not really on purpose. He hated how unfair it was that science hadn’t fixed this yet. It wasn’t fair that some people had to bleed and be in pain every single month.

One day, with Jim in some extra class he was always taking, 3 year plan and all, you and Bones were studying quietly, waiting for Jim to return so the three of you could get dinner. You’d shifted uncomfortably, your lower back seizing up and aching. You didn’t notice the clinical eyes scanning over you before looking back down.

“Y’alright?” Came the low drawl.

“Yeah. Fine. Just stiff.”

“Want any meds for it?”

“…nah. I’m used to it by now.” You were hoping he’d get the drift and drop it.

But McCoy could never ‘drop’ anything medically. Especially with his friends. He could switch from friend mode to doctor mode and back again instantaneously.

“Y’know there’s a new birth control we’re trying to get everyone on that causes quarterly periods instead of monthly.”

You’d looked up and blinked at him. “Why, Dr. McCoy. Are you accusing me of being hormonal right now?”

Then he’d looked up and blinked, a panicked look spreading across his face before you took pity on him and laughed. “Len, it’s fine. I’m just messing with you. I know you and Jim are crazy observant geniuses that I can never keep up with and you probably keep a calendar to know when to stay away from me.”

“Darlin, we’d never do any such thing.” A slight lie. He didn’t keep a calendar. He just… noticed. Worried. Cared. “I’ve got a heating pad Jim insisted on buying, you want that?” (See the Jim headcanon I wrote on periods. Haha)

Another uncomfortable shift, the pain spreading to your uterus, and you nodded.

He brought out not only a heating pad, but a muscle relaxer, pain killer, and a pair of his sweats, along with a hoodie. “Here, go change,” he’d said, tossing the clothes at you. “I’m gonna plug this pad in and get you some food. You haven’t eaten today, have you?”

Having two guys for best friends was a whole lot different than you expected.

With a S/O

Sitting quietly in your quarters on the Enterprise, just hanging out with your boyfriend, during the five year mission, became a routine.

You were both always exhausted from work, so after dinner with the usual bunch in the mess, you’d trade off who’s quarters to go to and just hang out. Being with Bones was easy. Your relationship was easy. You fit together just right.

One night, in his quarters, you feel a telltale trickle when you shift from a cramp. You jump up, try to excuse yourself, when he absentmindedly says, “there’s some tampons from medbay in my bathroom cabinet if you need them.”

You freeze, blink, looking at him. It takes him a second to look up from what he was reading. It takes him another moment to register why you’re looking at him, wide eyed and gaping mouth.

“I’m sorry, did you not start your period yet? That’s why I thought you were jumpin up. But if you really gotta go darlin, I understand.”

He stands up to move closer, see if you’d welcome a hug goodbye.

You accept the hug, melt into it. “How could you…know?”

He chuckles, the vibration in his chest a gentle hum against your cheek. “Darlin, it’s called a cycle for a reason. It repeats itself. Again and again and in the same cyclic way.”

“In other words, you keep track? Am I that awful?”

“No,” he sighs, pulling away to hold you by the shoulders and look down at you. “I’m that awful. That’s something extremely personal that you probably feel like I dug into. I’m sorry. I just… notice things, from a medical perspective and then it just happens so regularly… I didn’t mean to keep track. I’m sorry.”

You soften. “That makes sense,” you mumbled softly to your wringing hands. Maybe… maybe he could help…

But then he tips your chin up. “Would you PLEASE remember your health is not embarrassing?”

You pause, try not to chomp on your lip.

“Darlin, I can see your wheels turning. What’s wrong?”

You hem and haw, before really looking at him and seeing his doctor face, not your boyfriend's face. So you sigh and tell him about the heavy bleeding and awful cramping and it feels like the most embarrassing thing in the world, but that’s the moment he chooses to slightly slip back to just Leonard, takes your hand and squeezes it with encouragement as you slowly answer each question, still mortified, but his hand grounding you.

You want to get up and run by the end of his questioning but he holds your hand tightly, preventing you from bolting.

It makes sense to him how he could pinpoint your bad weeks so easily. He offers to do a few scans to see if there was any physical issue getting in the way or being a nuisance. He offers to do an exam if you’re comfortable with it. If you need, he talks over medication options with you- however gently or straightforwardly you personally need- but he makes sure you know he is there for you to talk to openly.

With a wife

“Darlin, did you need tampons yet? I was gonna bring some back and forgot…”

You’d pop out of the bedroom, “LEONARD! Oh my word would you quiet down?! Someone might hear you!” You’d turn and huff. “I hear you…”

He’d come up and slowly hug you from behind, nestling his chin on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, I really wish you’d get it outta your head that your period is somethin dirty or embarrassing…”

You’d flush, “it’s just the way i was raised, Len…” you’d refuse to meet his eye in the reflection out the window you were in front of. You knew if he was looking outside just to look at you, he had to be serious. So you’d turn and hug him tight around his shoulders, long enough for him to just hoist you up around his waist, your legs winding right around, and carry you to somewhere soft and warm for snuggles and back rubs. And knowing him, more frank conversations.

He was always bluntly checking in.

“You’re crampin a lot, you passin a lotta clots?”

“You’re lookin pale, are you bleeding any heavier this month?”

“Oh hey, I just got mine, but you’re due for the birth control shot, sugar. You wanna try another one, different kind, for your period? See if we can make it easier?”

“Lord, if I have to explain how pregnancy works to one more ensign to get them on birth control…” he’d huff over dinner. “These kids graduated the academy! I get girls’, heck I get the boyfriends’, come into medbay, like, “omg, my period is three months late!” And the first question is ‘could you be pregnant’ and it’s like they had no idea the two were connected, ya know?”

“So, Chekov came into the mess for lunch the other day, and he sits down at the table all disheveled and I mean he’d been fine on the bridge (because of course Bones hung out on the bridge all morning.) so we ask him what’s wrong and he’s just totally clueless why his girlfriend is moody once a month and lord… I let Jim explain it to him because I’m done explaining periods to these kids.”

At first you’d be really offended, like why can’t he just accept it’s awkward for you?! But eventually you start to lose your embarrassment around the subject… Densitize. Until…

“…Len…?”

“Hm?”

“…I’m having some bad cramps. Think you could rub my back?”

And he’s ecstatic to oblige.

With Jo

I doubt Jocelyn ever bothered to explain anything about her body to Joanna. I imagine her as a hoity toity my child’s a trophy type of mom who pushed Jo off on sitters, ending up relying on Mrs. McCoy far too often. Which, along with some pushing from Pike (somehow), got Bones more access to his pride and joy.

So on a shore leave when Jo is with Bones and his mama and Jim for a week, Jo gets her period and has zero clue what is happening.

She was in the bathroom after lunch, and yelped, which of course everyone heard, and her daddy was at the bathroom door in a second. “Jo? You okay?”

“Y,y,yeah,” her voice stammered with shakes.

Bones didn’t want to push, but his medical instincts were kicking in and he couldn't stop it. “Are you sure, darlin?” He asked, voice softer, mentally analyzing everything he’d seen about her since he first saw her that week.

He heard the toilet seat close and a sniffle, before the door unlocked and she beckoned him in, teary eyed.

(All the while Mrs. McCoy would tut knowingly from the second Jo ran to the bathroom and Jim would already be out the door for cookies. Despite Mrs. McCoy starting her own batch.)

She tried to gather herself, tried to say what was wrong but she couldn't find the words.

Bones took over and asked, “are you bleeding?”

And her eyes shot to his in terror but also relief before he motioned for her to sit on the floor with him.

“Did you mama tell you about periods?”

“…like at the end of a sentence?”

Bones sighed. “About menstruation?”

“…no.”

He tried to stop from getting red with annoyance. “Did you take health class in school?”

“No. Mama wouldn’t sign off on it.”

Then Bones had allowed himself a small huff before forcing himself to relax as they sat cross legged in the old antique bathroom. “Well, darlin, it’s no big deal, really…”

Joanna walked out of that bathroom full of confidence and only a wee bit of embarrassment, as her daddy got his keys to take her to the store to pick out pads.

Mrs. McCoy pulled him aside, “I was ready for this, Len. I have things in the cabinet,” she smiled.

He smiles back. “Thanks mama,” he kissed her cheek. “But I want Jo to go and pick ‘em out herself and not be scared of anything for next time, since her friggin' mother’s didn’t, and I’m sure won’t, explain a thing.” He growled.

She patted him on the cheek. “You’re wasted on just that little girl, Len. You need more.”

#star trek reader insert #star trek #star trek fanfiction #Star trek reboots #star trek headcanon #bones x reader #bones imagine #leonard mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy imagine

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Hello!

Im sorry to bother you, but i cant find your masterlist...

Everytime i click the link, it somehow sends me back to the masterpost, not the list😥🥺😣

Which sucks, because i really like ur work, but always have to scramble through a lot of fandoms im simply not into in order to find some for those that i like..

Would you consider fixing that? If not im very sorry for bothering you

Have a nice day!

thanks so much for letting me know!!

I’m not sure why it’s doing that to you??? I tested a couple of things and it seems to be working but either way, I hope this link works:

https://shutupanddance.tumblr.com/masterlist

It should be one of the tabs on my blog if you’re in web browser mode?

If that doesn’t work, you can always search for a specific fandom or pairing on my blog to scroll through the content for that. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the only thing I can think of at the moment.

Let me know if this works!! If it doesn’t, I’ll try to find a different solution <3

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Remaining To-Do list:

+ Data / Reader (requested) gaining trust

+ Smaug / Reader (requested) the singing lady

+ Sherlock / Reader (not requested) #12

+ Rusty Ryan / Reader (not requested) #4

After these are done, I will not be answering requests for a little while, unless you are one of the following people:

@lumar014ad @evangeliamerryll @eminems-skittles @praisethesharp @vaguely-gestures-to-the-void @girloncorneliastreet @winter-peach-fuzz

They are allowed to send one request each while I’m on my hiatus (if they want to, obviously). Sorry if I missed anyone!

I love all y’all with my whole heart!! As the college semester starts, and I become more busy, I hope each of you knows that.

Stay tuned for more content! Love ya!!

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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May we have a Spockxreader where they celebrate Holi together? (either hc or a one shot) You can choose which version: although AOS would definitely be the easiest to convince to join you, I also kinda want to see how you tackle convincing TOS Spock to participate in the festival. Which ever you feel like doing is fine tho :)

This has got to be one of my favorite requests!! I’m gonna do my very best, I hope you like it!! And Happy Holi (even though it’s August) :)

Wood slid across plastic as you pulled a box out from under your bed. You ran your fingertips over its upholstered velvet panels, sighing quietly.

Today was the first day of Holi, and even if you weren’t in the middle of outer space, you doubted you could find someone to celebrate it with.

Your mind drifts back to yesterday.

You’re on an unknown forest planet as a part of the away team, collecting evidence of life for the labs. You managed to slip away for just a moment, carrying some wood and a lighter with you.

You breath deep, listening to the silence of the trees around you. The fresh air fills your lungs, and something peaceful settles in your soul. The wood drops quietly onto the ground when you release your grip, and you can smell the bark.

The lighter ignited with the flick of your thumb. It casts a small light across the forest floor. You hold it against the logs.

And, in this quiet corner of an uninhabited planet, you watch your Holika bonfire grow (if you could call it a bonfire).

You’re filled with nostalgia tonight, missing home and missing your family.

A stick breaks behind you.

You leap up, blaster in hand, but the firelight reveals a familiar face: Spock.

“Oh, Spock!” You say, relief rushing through you.

“Hello, Y/N. Is here a particular reason why you’re lighting a fire?”

So you tell him all about Holi. The festival, the meaning, the memories.

He listens with rapt interest, jointing you by the fire. By the time you finish with all your stories from home, the bonfire has almost dwindled away completely.

“I’m not sure I could ever really enjoy something like that,” Spock admits honestly, and you smile, imagining him getting galaal thrown at his face, “but it sounds as if you feel very connected to this holiday. Why aren’t you celebrating it with anyone?”

You miss your family again as you look into the flickering flame, searching for the right words.

“I’m not sure anyone would want to celebrate with me,” you admit. “It’s a big celebration, and stopping work to participate? I don’t think the senior officers would be big fans of that.”

“I think you’d be surprised,” Spock says, almost cryptically, before getting back up on his feet.

“We should go inside,” he recommends. You agree, and take his hand to stand up.

It’s getting late, after all.

You’re in your room still, staring at the velvet box, when you hear a knock at your door.

“Coming!”

You hustle over and click the button to let whoever it is in.

Spock.

“Ah, I was just going to call you, sir. I have the paperwork for the evidence from the mission, it’s just over- hey, what do you have behind your back?”

Spock looks on indifferently, but there’s something in his eyes…

Before you can think, before you can even hold your hands out in front of your face to stop it, there is colored dust flying at your face.

And Spock just threw it.

You stand there silently, mouth agape, amazement written on every feature.

“I assumed this would help your homesickness. Was I wrong?”

You can’t believe Spock just said that. Or that he just threw galaal in your face…

You rush into your bedroom, throwing open the lid of your velvet box.

Spock looks like he wants to run when he sees your carefully-crafted paper pichkaari, locked and loaded.

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