unpoet:

draco malfoy, age 11, lying face down on his satin canopy bed, crying because potter won’t be his friend.

draco malfoy, age 14, absolutely despising potter and his group of “friends” while simeltaneously trying to get their attention in any and every possible way.

draco malfoy, age 16, realizing that half of him loathes potter and his stupid hair and his stupid laugh and his stupid smile while the other-and more demanding-half of him might….how you say? feel the literal exact opposite.

draco malfoy, age 18, desperately trying to suffocate the long-lasting crush he’s been harboring for potter as he watches the man he (might) love move on from hogwarts and the war and him.

draco malfoy, age 21, pressesd against the wall of a muggle club, lip-locked with a messy-haired stranger in an effort to forget about a certain someone who shall not be named (no, not that he-shall-not-be-named).

draco malfoy, age 24, trying (and failing) to act as non-chalaunt as possible when harry bleeding potter grabs his wrist in the middle of diagon alley, looks him in the eyes, tells him he’s been thinking about him a lot recently and asks him to join him for a cuppa.

draco malfoy, age 25, feeling entirely content for the first time in possibly ever as he wakes up in his apartment to the sound of potter’s loud-ass snores and the feeling of potter’s leg curled against his.

harrys perspective here

For the prompt thing! #3 from the super sappy lines list + stiles/derek 😘✨

mad-madam-m:

“It’s always been you.”

Derek didn’t sleep. He needed to, because he’d been fighting and then injured and then healing for most of the night, but he couldn’t. He lay there, propped up on pillows, and stared at Stiles asleep in the chair beside the bed.

It couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping like that, and judging by the angle of his head, Stiles was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up. But right now he was deeply asleep, his breathing slow and even.

Stiles, who had hauled him out of harm’s way yet again. Stiles, who had carted him home and bandaged the wounds that weren’t healing fast enough. Stiles, who’d always stood by him, who’d always come back for him, who’d always protected him, even when they hadn’t liked each other. Stiles was there for him in a way no one else had been since Laura had died.

At some point in the past several years, his anchor had stopped being anger and had started being this fiercely protective, fiercely sarcastic, fiercely loving man sleeping at his bedside. Derek knew that, and yet, the knowledge still took his breath away.

His heart twisted painfully, and he closed his eyes.

It’s you, he thought. It’s always been you. It will always be you.

Derek reached over and took Stiles’s hand, dangling off the arm of the chair. Stiles made a soft noise, but that was the only indication that he noticed anything.

It felt like taking hold of the only thing in his life that made sense.

Derek squeezed his hand gently. “We need to talk when you wake up.”

The only response was a quiet snore.

Derek closed his eyes and finally managed to fall asleep, this time with a smile on his face.

(Prompt me to help me break in my new computer!)

stucky or sterek and competence kink?

stilesinwonderland:

Most of the time, Derek finds Stiles staring at a book. Sometimes they need him to find lost information on the newest supernatural guest in town, but sometimes he finds out highly detailed information on his own just because he can, and simply because he’s good at it. Damn him.

“You know, I feel like you use me for my skills just because we’re dating,” Stiles tells him one day. There’s a sticky note stuck to his face and a highlighter in the corner of his mouth, dangling like a cigarette. There has to be 50 books piled onto his desk including many ancient texts. He could very well use his magic to turn pages and search, but he never does; it appears that he enjoys the challenge.

“I do a lot of things just because we’re dating,” Derek ruffles Stiles’s hair, tries not to react oddly from watching him. Really, Derek is staring at the long margins Stiles had made in the book, circled citations, and images drawn from his mind. His fingers move quickly to turn the pages which muddles Derek’s mind a bit more.

It’s frustrating how well Stiles can assert his position to any situation and solve problems for himself. Stiles grunts in success and says, “I’ve found our guy with the glowy skin. I wrote down a sparknotes of myths up to five thousand years ago and possible ways to get rid of him. Generally it’s all really gross but simple stuff, and it doesn’t require any ancient magic, which is always a plus for me.” He smirks as he hands the paper over without so much as looking up from his page, likely understanding why Derek is standing a few steps away and is leaning awkwardly.

Derek clears his throat, looking up to the floor. Stiles laughs, something light and fleeting, and Derek pointedly shuts the door.

Uncle Jim and Joanna HCs

jamest-kirk:

  • “You lied to me,” Joanna says, narrowing her eyes at Jim. “No, I didn’t,” Jim replies, a hand on Joanna’s shoulder to keep her near him in the crowded mall, “I volunteered to look after you while your father’s performing a very important surgery.” “You promised we’d go out and do something fun!” Joanna counters. “We’re out in a mall to shop, how is that not fun?” “You’re only here with me because you forgot dad’s birthday is tomorrow,” Joanna says, “and you need me to help you find a present.” “I’m so offended,” Jim replies, pulling Joanna with him towards a perfume shop, “also, don’t tell your dad. Please?” “Only if you get me one of those old fashioned GameBoys.” “Fine.” “Fine.”
  • Being as clever as she is, and generally quite mature, it’s easy to forget that Joanna’s just a child. And that sometimes, children are the best nuisance. Jim finds out the hard way; been flirting with Bones all night. Quiet movie after Joanna’s gone to bed, even going as far as a fancy wine and cheese platter to pretend to be a sophisticated couple. Jim’s all over Bones quickly, though. The movie barely finished, and Jim drags the other to bed. Heated kisses and hushed whispers. But then they catch small footsteps, and then a quiet “daddy?”. Bones pushes Jim off him, and immediately sits up straight. “What’s the matter?” he asks. “I had a bad dream,” Joanna says. “D’you want me to bring you back to bed?” “No,” she replies, approaching Bones’ bed, and Jim figures that’s their chance for the night gone. “C’m here,” Jim says, patting the space between them, and Joanna happily crawls in between them, “no monster’s gonna get you here.”
  • “What are you doing here?” Joanna asks Jim when she shows up at her school. “Hey,” Jim says, “I’m here because your daddy’s at work.” He sits down on the available chair next to her, casually leaning in to rest his hand on her back. “You wanna tell me why the principal called?” “I hit someone,” Joanna replies equally casual. “Why’d you do that?” “He was being mean,” Joanna says, “said I couldn’t be a captain because I’m a girl.” “What?” Jim asks, “there are loads of amazing female captains. That boy’s crazy.” “I know! I told him that. I even listed the first 10 female captains since the beginning of Starfleet!” Joanna says. “So did you hurt him?” Jim asks, and Joanna shrugs. “Not really. Just scared him. He doesn’t even have a bruise.” “Well,” Jim says, “violence is bad.” “You kick bad guys in the ass all the time,” Joanna interrupts, and Jim huffs. “Yeah, but that boy was just dumb, not bad. You know what you gotta do? Become the best damn captain Starfleet’s ever seen, that’ll prove him wrong.” Joanna sighs, reaching out for Jim’s hand when he gets up. “Can you try and talk daddy out of grounding me?” “Sure,” Jim says, “no problem. I’m very persuasive.”
  • He’s not. And somehow, Jim Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise, and adult man, gets himself grounded, too.
  • Joanna gets sick with flu. And Jim, being the worried guy he is, gets himself sick trying to take care of her (also fully ignoring Bones’ advise to let him take care of that instead). The two of them lie feverishly in bed, TV on while Bones makes sure they’re properly tended to. “You’re a doctor,” Jim says, “you can heal us in a second.” “I know,” Bones says, resting the palm of his head against Jim’s forehead, “but y’know what? That won’t help you build up an immune system for when a disease rolls around I can’t fix.” “You suck,” Joanna says, and Jim huffs. “I agree.” “Oh, well, you know, when you talk sweet to your dad like that, he’s definitely not healing you quicker any time soon,” Bones says, getting up from Jim’s side of the bed to make sure Jo’s got a clean glass of cold water, “now rest. Both of you. And stop whining. A little suffering is good for the soul.”
  • Bones is always depressed for the first few weeks after they leave Joanna behind for a new Enterprise mission. He’s still in contact with Joanna once a week on scheduled times, and so Jim knows Bones is devastated when he’s stuck in surgery. But rather than just letting that opportunity to have contact slide, Jim chats with Joanna instead. He records it all; them trash talking Bones and Joanna’s grumpy “I miss dad. And you too, a little, Jim.” When Bones finally does get to his quarters, Jim plays it back for him. It does miracles for Bones’ mood, and Jim finds himself thinking that’s so much more important than the sex that happens because of this gesture. That’s also when he realizes he’s madly in love with this stupid doctor, and he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

Simply the Softest

goingknowherewastaken:

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Relationship: Jim Kirk x Leonard McCoy // McKirk

Warnings: brief allusion to abuse

Other info: This is apart of a 31 Day December Challenge that I’m doing on Ao3. The prompts were originally supposed to be for photography, but they worked so well for one-shots 🙂

Summary: Day Twelve: Beauty Ritual // Jim wasn’t gifted with low-maintenance skin


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