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happy brotp @2twinveggiesheadcanons

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Brennan/Kendra AU: Single Parent

“Back again?” Brennan asks surprised as Kendra and Skye come shuffling back into the building. Though he really couldn’t say that he was upset at the sight of them. Just moments before, they’d been in here piratically celebrating at the safe return of their beloved hedgehog.

“Ah, yeah.” Kendra says, there’s a slight flush on her cheeks as she gives Brennan a small smile. “It was really awesome of you to save Pudge today. I mean, I guess that’s your job and all…” She says with a wave of her hand, motioning to the animal shelter room behind him. “Well, anyway, we…uh, we just…”

Skye comes over to the desk and leans up on her toes, her light eyes peeking over the top as she struggles to balance herself and hold Pudge closely. “D’ya wanna come over for pizza?” The six year old asks cheerfully. “As a thank you and also, mommy hasn’t been on a date in ten-ever.”

“Skye!” Kendra snaps quickly, a mortified look on her face, and her flush even deeper. 

“That’s what you say, mommy!”

Brennan looks between the two, and feels a flush covering his own face. “I mean…” He finally says. “It really wasn’t a problem saving the little guy, there’s no need to reward me.”

The mom and daughter both stop short in their small argument, and an identical crestfallen look covers their faces. Brennan feels a little something in him break. 

“But” He adds. “I-I could always go for pizza.”

Skye cheers, her feet doing a little dance. “Yes! Tonight!” She peers at Brennan as if to just confirm. Brennan grins slightly and glances to Kendra.

“Is tonight all right by you?” He asks. Kendra nods.

“More than alright by me, B.” 

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Heeey Logan!! Happy (BR)OTP week!!! ^u^  @remicanons

So sorry that this is late ;n; i really need to start posting these on time omg ;;u;;

But anyways, here’s Keenan and Mariana watching TV either at Keenan’s house, or Mariana’s house, or maybe at Camp Jupiter (if they even have a place like this lol ;u; )

Headcanon that even after they end their relationship, they still watch TV/movies together like this ‘cause they’re just best buds >u<

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(br)otp week - raven

@ravenbird15 Doing things on time is not a skill I have, so here is your very late br/otp gift! Please enjoy Graham and Bea hanging out and Graham being a dramatic potty-mouth. I hope you enjoy this!

Graham was on the gym mat splayed out starfish-style, groaning more than necessary. Bea was dancing on her toes around him, her lips stretched out into a grin. This was at least the hundredth time – at least that’s what it felt like to Graham – that she’d knocked him down, with only short intervals in between. He should’ve anticipated that it would be a bad idea to spar with her, but he’d foolishly thought that he’d have more of a chance now – after all he’d been practicing. Instead, he’d spent more time knocked to the ground than he had on his feet. This time, he had no intention of getting up again.

“C’mon, Graham cracker!” Bea said, nudging him lightly with her toe.

Graham rolled away and cried, “You’re kicking a man while he’s down! Where are your damn morals!”

“I barely touched you,” she rolled her eyes, still grinning in amusement. “You gotta get up!”

“Fuck no,” Graham moaned. “T’is is my home now.”

“Graham,” Bea whined. “Don’t be a little baby.”

She was still bouncing, her energy never-ending. Graham was becoming more and more convinced that she wasn’t human. He only moaned in response.

“You’re not gonna make me force you up, are you?” Bea asked, squatting down beside him.

In a last ditch attempt to knock her over at least once (was that really so much to ask?), he kicked out, taking advantage of her lack of balance from squatting. It was a vain attempt though. She had reflexes like a cat and blocked his ankle with her palm before he made contact with her calf.

“Nice try,” Bea grinned.

“You’re so fuckin’ mean,” Graham whined. “You could let me win once.”

“But you’d get no satisfaction from that!” Bea said. “It’s way more satisfying to win without help.”

“But that’s never going to happen!”

“Never say never!” Bea chirped.

“Quit being so fucking chipper,” Graham groaned. In a mocking voice, he said, “Never say never.”

After being friends with him for several years, Bea was accustomed to Graham’s ways. He swore and whined regularly when he was in a good mood; she wasn’t bothered by his attitude. She wouldn’t expect anything less from such a drama queen.

“Okay, nerd,” Bea said. “Time to get up.”

She grabbed his hands in her own and pulled him up. He was committed to his uncooperativeness, though, and made himself deadweight. With a deep breath, she hooked her arms under his arms and pulled him up. Graham tried to wriggle his way out of her grip but unfortunately for him, Bea was very strong.

“Noooo,” Graham whined loudly.

At that moment, Levi walked into the gym. If Bea had been trying to drag anyone else off the ground, perhaps he would’ve given them a weird look. Instead, he laughed and asked, “Do you need any help?”

“Levi!” Graham shouted, suddenly standing up and spinning out of Bea’s grasp. “Save me! She’s forcing me to work out so she can kick my fucking ass over and over.”

“Nah,” Levi laughed. “I’d rather just watch.”

“You’re bof’ horrible!” Graham said. “You’re terrible friends. T’e worst. I hate you.”

They both laughed, not bothered by Graham’s dramaticness.

“Graham, if we got three more rounds, I’ll buy you a big lunch,” Bea said.

He looked at her suspiciously, “Really?”

“Yes. Anything you want,” she promised.

“Anyt’ing?” he repeated. “As much as I want?”

“Sure.”

Graham grinned, already knowing what he’d get. He let Bea knock him to the ground three more times (he almost knocked her over in the second round but only almost). After what felt like forever, they took quick showers. The walk to the nearby diner was full of Graham whining about how sore and tired he was, and how mean Bea was. Even as they sat down, he kept complaining. It wasn’t until he had a menu in front of him that he stopped.  

“You shouldn’t have promised to buy me as much as I want,” Graham said, grinning as evilly as he could.

Bea grinned, “I know your appetite, Graham. I know what I got myself into.”

“I’m gonna buy ten fucking pancakes,” Graham promised. “And sausage and eggs. And whipped cream and berries. And more pancakes. Fuck yeah.”

“It’s lunch,” Bea pointed out. “Shouldn’t you get a sandwich or something?”

“Fuck you,” Graham said lightly. “I’m getting my damn breakfast food and you can’t stop me.”

Bea laughed. She brushed her hair back and sat back in her seat, smiling smugly. “Alright, fine. But I bet I can eat more pancakes than you can.”

“No way! I’m a fuckin’ breakfast champion,” Graham said. “You’re on!”

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HAPPY (BR)OTP WEEK @skittlecanons !!!

Honestly, these two are #hairgoalz and they could walk all over me in four inch heels and I’d probably thank them. Sorry, it’s late Romy but have some Tally and Cat to make up for it <3 They’re great!!

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For you Rex!

Happy AAOTP week @rexhc

You are one awesome dude and your OC’s are always so cute and kooky :3 hope you like this! No read more, cause I’m on my ipad!

A little bit of Heath and Rosie, cause I’m feeling they’d have a pretty solid friendship happening :3 sorry this is so short though. It seemed so much longer when I wrote it D:

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It was the longest game of Capture The Flag to date. A battle royale of sorts, with pairs being assigned, backpacks of supplies handed out and a half hearted “Don’t get killed” from Dionysus before they were running through the forest, Heath tugging Rosie along.

They were half heartedly walking six hours later, covered in mud and leaves, the odd brach entangled in hair and clothes. It was Rosie who stopped first, sitting down against the base of an oak tree, sipping water from a bottle as Heath checked the area for any other people.

He returned five minutes later, a few berries in hand, giving Rosie the majority with a small grin,

“How are you holding up kiddo? Cause I am beat.” He dropped down beside her, leaning his head back against the tree. Rosie chewed a few berries, her voice coming out slightly hoarse,

“I think I’m okay. I think half the other kids have either quit, or gotten their flags taken. Only us and the people playing to win are left. Our best bet is to find a good place to hide.” It took less than a second for Heath’s head to whip around to her.

“Could you grow a tree around us so no one finds us?” He asked, a sudden hopeful glimmer in his eye. Rosie shook her head.

“I could’ve tried earlier, but I’ve run out of juice. I’m hungry, and tired and need a nice long nap. I was hoping this was going to end five hours ago”

They froze, a branch snapping behind Heath, a sudden chill in the air. Heath sighed, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.

“We’re so screwed right now…After this, let’s go eat our weight in sandwiches.“ All Rosie could do was nod in agreement.

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pancakes cure all wounds

sorry for my inactivity, been really really busy. but the semester’s basically over now, so i’ll have a lot more time to work on projects outside of school.

anyways, this is for rainy! this features some dash/willa bromance. i’ve long headcanoned that they’re each other’s #1 wingman - coming to each other for relationship/crush advice. i wasn’t sure about the timeline re: willa and bea so this takes place during dash and willa’s junior year. hopefully it’s somewhat accurate.

if i wrote willa out of character, let me know and i’ll edit it.

Willa’s not sure how long she’s been zoned out. The blood swirls around her head as the mostly full Mike’s Hard in her hand grows warmer and warmer. She’d been trying to peel her eyes off the tall blonde on the other side of the party, but to be honest, she’d kind of given up at this point. There’s a loud voice in her right ear, and the universe she’d been stuck in for the past several minutes completely implodes.

“What’s up, Willa-bee?” An arm swings around her shoulders, sending her about three feet in the air above the couch.

“What? Bea? What does that mean?” Her voice comes out a little harsher than she intends.

“Woah, calm down, champ,” a bright-eyed Dash Knight responds, holding up his hands in innocence. “It was a joke. Get it? Like wallaby.”

“Oh.” Her heart rate goes down significantly. She hadn’t even realized it’d been pounding.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Weird like sitting frozen on the couch for twenty minutes when the Willa Barlow I know is an absolute party animal.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “I definitely wouldn’t say party animal.”

“You’re the life of the party, Wills. Trust me.” Willa’s following half-hearted chuckle doesn’t impress him, so he gets off the couch and holds a hand out to her. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Willa raises her eyebrows at him. “Where are we going?”

“Soda Parlor. Pancakes. I’m buying.” Willa tentatively takes his hand and Dash pulls her quickly off the couch. She giggles as he ushers her out the door, but it fades as she looks back, seeing the aforementioned blonde laughing with a girl she doesn’t know the name of.

The Soda Parlor is mostly empty at this time of night; the only other patrons are a group of older-looking Cherry residents playing cards at a table in the back corner. Dash slides into the booth first, slapping his hand against the waiter’s in some kind of bro-handshake. Oh yeah, he works here, she remembers.

“I’ll get a hot cider and a short stack of blueberry pancakes, and...Willa?”

“Oh, uh.” She thinks for a moment. Her brain has really been fuzzy lately. (She pretends to not know why.) “I’ll get the same.”

“Thanks, Julio,” Dash says as he hands the waiter the menus. As soon as Julio is out of earshot, Dash turns to Willa. “So, are you gonna tell me what’s up?”

“Nothing’s up. Why would you think that?”

“Because I know you.”

Willa swallows and attempts to change the subject. “You’re going to the winter dance, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going with Gracie.”

“You better let me tailor your suit. I’m not letting you walk around with those horrendous short cuffs again.”

“Hey, I thought it would fit.”

“Your limbs have been stretching to a Slenderman-esque length the past year, of course it wasn’t going to fit you.”

Dash laughs. “Hey, I’m not that lanky. And fine, you can tailor my suit. I’ll need your help picking out a tie, too. I was going to wear a black one, but know you’ve got me all self-conscious with the Slenderman stuff.”

It’s at that moment Julio returns with the food, and Dash immediately starts digging into his pancakes. He looks up at Willa, pointing his dripping fork across the table.

“Don’t think our conversation is over.”

“Dash, seriously, let it go.”

“Willa, I know.”

Willa searches for words to say, but she can’t find a single one. She just sits there in the booth of the almost-empty restaurant, her mouth hanging open like a fish.

Dash reaches across the table, resting a huge hand atop Willa’s tiny one. “It’s okay. I’ve been there.”

Damn it, Dash Knight. Of course he’d be the one to figure her out. “I just...everything I do, I just can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Then, tell her.”

“What? That’s crazy. What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“You’ll never know unless you put yourself out there. Maybe it won’t go well, but at least then you know.”

Willa notices the twinge of sadness in his big brown eyes. “I’m sorry about Roman, Dash.”

Dash shakes his head. “That’s exactly what I mean. I was stuck on Roman for years, you know that. I told her how I felt, she didn’t feel the same. And I moved on. I’m with Gracie now, and it’s great. I don’t have to worry about the what if’s. There’s closure in knowing.” He takes a sip of his cider. “That said, you don’t know that she’ll reject you. I mean, come on! Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side! You’re Willa Barlow! You’re adorable and badass and cool - you’re the whole package, Willa.”

Willa blushes into her pancakes. “Thanks, Dash.”

“I gotchu, buddy.” His eyes wander across the table and onto Willa’s plate. “Are you going to finish those pancakes?”

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I GAVE REED A SEPTUM IM NOT SORRY !

happy OTP DAY @escanons !! look at these nuggets <3

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Last brotp days are nov 10-12!

I can't believe its already November where did this year go???

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next brotp days are OCTOBER 29-31!

dont for get to tag @2twinveggiesheadcanons

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happy otp day @headcanonsfromanelfblossom !! 

ofc i had to throw it back to my otp 

trents v awkward and v red 

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happy OTP Week @leoswritingcorner !! sorry im late!!

but i had to choose these two !! Look it these two nerds!! wreckin and traversing history 2gether!! also height difference??? yes

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ur not subtle kai

also plants are not my forte berp

but happy Brotp Days @the-mind-of-her-majesty ! i had to choose these two <3 

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these bros are always in bro tanks <3

Happy BROTP @endlessbrainchatter !!!

ofc i had to choose dem bois <3 I love them so much their friendship means a lot to me <3 

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The Candy Kids (and Phaedra!): Monster Hunters AU

Well, not exactly ‘hunters’. Orion, Vaughn, and Zelda mostly kept monster in check. Sometimes Big Foot would get too close to a campsite, or a kelpie lurked around in a popular lake.

Their main day job was in the local candy shoppe, but they were the ones who were seemingly brave enough to chase chupacabras off with brooms from the trashcans out back. Even though she didn’t work in the shoppe, Phaedra did have some knowledge and know how on the various monsters that roamed around town. Maybe cause she worked at the library. Maybe that’s why she and Orion would go on so many long walks together through the woods

Anyway, if mothman had swooped in and grabbed your picnic, or those creepy black-eyed kids come around, just head down to the candy shoppe, either Orion, Vaughn, or Zelda will be happy (or grudgingly) to help. 

( @endlessbrainchatter 💕)

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Next brotp days August 29-31

dont forget to tag @leoswritingcorner

i cant believe we’re like half way through already !!