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I need this too. Please help us F4 fans.

I am in need of f4 thailand x reader fics. Pls. I am begging you all amazing writers plsplspsoslspslslso

Ps: i found one in ao3, its not finished🙁🙁🙁 #crying

He so hot!!!

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Hello I am new to this kind of thing but I was hoping to get some one shot requests. Here are my requirements.

1. No smut (I might imply to it but will not write it).

2. I don't write LGBTQ

Other than that I am not to picky.

People I will write for:

1. Harry Potter characters

2. Star Trek characters

3. Blue Bloods characters

4. Some Marvel characters

5. BTS members

Thanks so much and I hope that I can write stories that you guys will enjoy. 🥳🤗😋

Why is it that the women are just waiting on them hand and foot? It is upseting.

Prompt:  Spock X reader where the reader is blind and asks to feel Spock’s face to know what he feels like?  Word Count: 619 NaNoWriMo Word Count: 9633/50,000 Warnings: Author’s Note: I remember in elementary school we had someone come in to speak about blindness and she said that the biggest misconception about blindness was that people always thought they only saw black when really it’s more of a grey or even white, like an absence instead of nothing. I didn’t have a chance to add that fact so here it is!

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So I was thinking about it this morning and then I saw your 'current star trek headcanons' post and I was just thinking - do you have any headcanons for what waking up with each of the enterprise crew would be like? (lots of complaining about the unfairness of artificial light, let's be real haha)

Specifically wrote this when I was half-asleep. I apologize for any typos.

Kirk: It’s very routine. He always makes the same groaning noise, and always rolls over to bury his face in the crook of your neck. You stay like this for a little while before he sits up and you get to admire the way he looks in the dim lighting. Shirtless. Disheveled hair. Hooded eyelids. It’s perfect. 

Bones: He grumbles as his alarm goes off. For the most part it’s just gruff gibberish, though you’re sure it’s something about how “everything is artificial on this god forsaken ship, doesn’t matter how hard they try, they can’t fool me”. You’ve learned to purposefully set the alarm a bit earlier than he needs, so you have some extra time to press gentle kisses on his cheek and stroke his hair rhythmically to help get him in a better mood to start the day with.  

Spock: You aren’t even sure if he sleeps, because no matter how early you get up, he’s already wide awake, dressed, and ready to go. 

Uhura: She’s a morning person. Like, not the awful type where she’s humming as little Disney birds perch on her shoulder, but waking up usually isn’t an issue for her. While most people would shut off their alarm immediately, she always waits for you to open your eyes so that the first thing she always does is tell you good morning and kiss you on the forehead. Then she shuts off the alarm. 

Sulu: The very first thing he does is sit up and rub his eyes, but as he turns to tell you he’s going to hop in the shower, he changes his mind and lays back down next to you. Five more minutes won’t kill him. 

Chekov: Hits the snooze button as many times as he possibly can, making him nearly late to the bridge almost every day. The lights don’t bother him all that much, but rather, how chilly it is. Along with artificial lighting, the Enterprise has an artificial environmental system that attempts to mimic how things feel during certain times of day, meaning early mornings are cold. He burrows under the blanket and pulls you close to him for body heat. 

Scotty: Typically, Scotty has weird hours that often leave him staying up until 4am. Needless to say, he doesn’t get enough sleep, so waking up isn’t easy for him. A lot of the time you will have to physically drag him out of bed, or rip the sheets away to get him moving. Once he’s on his feet he becomes lucid pretty quickly, but he can’t stop fucking yawning which, in turn, makes you yawn like crazy, and then you’re just two tired idiots trying to say good morning but yawning every time you attempt to speak. 

To Boldly Go!

today i learned that the famous “nuclear wessels” scene from star trek iv (the whale one) wasn’t scripted or staged at all. grandpa leonard (leonard nimoy, director) told nichelle and walter just to ask random people in the street in san franscisco where alameda and the “nuclear vessels” were. so they played uhura and chekov ad lib while grandpa leonard subtly filmed from a little distance away. all the people’s reactions as they walked by were genuine, and the nice brunette girl who answered their question really was a nice brunette girl answering their question. they had to chase her down and negotiate a contract to pay her for having a speaking line in the movie. and it became one of the most popular moments in the whole franchise. i love star trek.

Jareth Abe Bishop data and Spock headcanons with an so who loves to make them flower crowns/put flowers in their hair?

Jareth

You have the most bizarrely beautiful flowers to weave together. The labyrinth is full of them, taking form into colors and shapes you never could’ve dreamed off.

And of course, they look most beautiful weaved into a crown to sit on your beloved husband’s head.

He loves sitting in fields of flowers, twirling his crystals in his hands as he watches you braid and weave the stems together. Gingerly you place the crown on his head, beaming with pride and blushing at his beauty.

He uses his magic to ensure that his crown will never wither and die, staying as beautiful as from the moment you plucked the flowers from their stems. Their his most cherished possessions. A gift you made for him yourself.

“You look beautiful.” You say to him with a smile on your face. He pulls you into a kiss, laying you down against the grass as he brushes his hand against your cheek.

“My pretty little thing.” He sighs contently. “I do love you so.”

Abe

You started making paper flowers as a way to relieve stress. You were sitting in the library with Abe as he read his books and you folded your flowers when a thought crossed your mind.

Abe felt something being placed against his head, looking up he saw you setting a paper flower crown down on him. “What’s this?” He asked.

“I was just thinking that you’d look like some sort of magical prince with a flower crown.” You smile. “I was right. Look, they’re supposed to be water lilies and everything.” You beam.

Abe blushes. “I’m flattered.” He smiles shyly. “He takes a flower from his crown and tucks it behind your ear, before kissing your hand gently. It was your turn to blush.

“What’s a magical prince if he doesn’t have someone to love and protect?” He asks, looking up at you, if he had eyelashes he would be batting them.

“You’re smoother than you give yourself credit for.” You blush. He stands, tilting your chin up so you can look at him. He gently presses his cold lips against yours.

Bishop

You were the botanist on board the ship. You mostly studied alien flora, but you kept some earth flowers to tend too as well. Reminding you of home.

Your pot of Marigolds was due to wilt soon, their season for blooming was over. As you were trimming them back, you had an idea.

Bishop was working in his lab when something was gently placed upon his head. Looking into his computer monitor, he saw in the reflection, orange flowers arranged like a crown sitting on his head.

“I just wanted to enjoy them before their season ends.” You say. He swivels around in his chair to face you. “Does it suit me?” He gives you a soft smile. You nod.

“Very much so.” You give him a kiss on the forehead. “You’re so handsome.”

Bishop wears his crown around until they wilt, no matter how the others teased or poked fun at him.

Data

You and Data were on shore leave. You leaped at the opportunity to spend some time with him when the crew got a vacation to the planet Risa.

Data and you were lying on a blanket. He was looking up at the clouds, listening to the waves roll lazily onto the sand, and back into the water. He didn’t notice you were putting flowers into his hair until your giggling gave you away.

Reaching up he felt the exotic flowers that were weaved into his hair. “Is there a particular reason, you’ve put flowers in my hair?” He asked. You smile and shake your head.

“Not really.” You lay down next to him. “I just…think you’re cute and flowers suit you.”

Data blinks, processing this information. “I see. Thank you” He states matter o factly. He rolls over on his side to face you.  

“Unfortunately I cannot think of a flower that could suit you.” He declares. You’re taken aback.  “None of them would compare to your beauty.” Red spreads across your cheeks like wildfire.

Spock

You were sitting in the gardens of the ship, twirling the stems of flowers together to make a flower crown. You placed it on your head.

“What are you doing?” You heard your significant other ask. You turned around to see Spock approach you.

“Oh…” You blush taking the crown off your head. “Nothing really. Nothing Logical. Just making a flower crown.” You smile.

Spock sat down next to you on the grass. “Explain flower crowns to me?” He asked. “I…just think they look pretty that’s all.”

You placed your crown back on your head. Spock scratches his chin. “It’s not illogical to do things that make you happy.” He states.

“And besides…they are pretty. Especially on you.”