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can u tag other benji stans on here? Idk anyone else other than u. I think he is more popular on tiktok but i hate being on tiktok lol

sure! but i have to tell you first that Pavard FC is an elite club, therefore we're a small select group 😌 (jk we're like 5 because he's weird)

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A/N: Requests from @watermelon1568, @lokisgirl5, @cocoamoonmalfoy and anon. This is so fluffy and maybe a little silly, but in a good way! Enjoy everyone and have a good Christmas Eve! ♥

Words: 2635 Warnings: so much fluff, mentions of blood, implied smut

Additional NSFW warning: This Imagine contains implied period sex, just in case this is something you are uncomfortable with.

Loki might be a tiny tad OOC in this one because the requests were just so fluffy but I did my best! Enjoy!

-

Loki sighed. There you were again, running around with a list in hand looking much like the one Santa Clause had been carrying in that Christmas film Thor had forced him to watch. For the past few days, weeks almost, actually, you had been collecting everyone’s Christmas wishes like a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter. Even he knew everyone’s Christmas wishes by now. You had truly asked everybody, even the cleaning women who came to tidy up the entire Avengers facility once a week.

Loki could not quite put his finger on what it was that fascinated him so much about you—all he did know was that he too wanted to get you a Christmas present, if only just to see the surprised look on your face. He almost snorted. It was disappointment he felt, disappointment and envy because he longed to be the one to put a smile on your face on Christmas Day—and he didn’t even celebrate Christmas, not really.

Furthermore, he had not failed to notice how you avoided his presence like you were playing cat and mouse. You had, much to his surprise, asked him for his Christmas wish too the other day, all timid and unable to look him in the eye and Loki had been so taken aback he had not known an answer. The God of Mischief was many things but he was not blind and not stupid—he was perceptive. Villain or not, you were into him—and he was going to get your confession.

Smirking to himself, and determined to put an end to playing tag, he followed you into the empty hallway on your way back to your room, pushed past you and then unceremoniously blocked your way.

“O-Oh… hey, Loki.” You chirped.

“Are you in a hurry?”

“I, uh, actually, um… n-no?”

“Well, you did ask me what I wanted for Christmas, did you not?”

“Oh!” Your face lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, what would you like?”

Loki thought about it for a moment. He needed an answer fast to not look like a moron now.

His lips parted. “I do miss writing with a quill and ink. Could you acquire a set for me? Surely, they are still being used on Midgard.”

Geez! How had you not thought about that? Loki truly was a scholar with all those books in his room, and that was a marvellous idea. “Y-yes, of course!” You responded, nodding eagerly in the process. But when you moved forward, Loki, instead of letting you pass now, put his hand against the wall so you were trapped.

“Hmm… Is there a particular reason you always get so nervous in my presence?” He asked. Your eyes widened. Fuck.

“Y-you… you tried to… you almost took over t-the p-planet, you k-know.” You lied quickly.

“Ah, yes. Of course… that must be it.” He responded with a knowing smirk. Oh, fuck. Did he have to be so god damn gorgeous?

“You never said what it was you want for Christmas, my dear.” He said then, blue eyes locking with yours. Your heart skipped a beat—no, actually, you were wondering whether it was still beating at all. You did have a Christmas wish, of course and you wanted to do backflips all across the hallway that Loki of all people took an interest in what you’d like—or maybe he just wanted to make conversation. Keep calm.

“Oh… it’s silly. Not really possible.” You replied sheepishly, gasping when he hooked a finger under your chin to gently force you to look up at him. He was definitely going to be the death of you.

“Tell me.” He urged you on.

“The only thing I… I’ve always wanted to have a dog. A loyal non-human companion, someone to cuddle with when it’s cold and who will never judge me but love me just the way I am… and they are just so cute! But that’s not possible,” You repeated quickly. “Imagine an innocent little puppy when everything’s on fire and another alien race attacks the planet!”

Loki hummed. Dogs were not common on Asgard. He himself had had a pet snake growing but released it into the wild after Thor and his friends had repeatedly stolen it to play silly and dangerous games. He could see why you kept that wish to yourself. Living among the Avengers, a dog might get in the way during missions—he did not doubt it would be helpful and capable of tearing off their enemies’ faces but your worry for it would distract you from a fight.

Still… perhaps there was a way. A smirk grew on his lips and your flustered reaction to it pleased him, making it grow wider.

-

It was early Christmas morning when Loki returned. It had taken him all of his wit and cunningness to leave the Avengers facilities unattended and without anyone asking suspicious questions but he had succeeded. The wooden box he was carrying—with many holes in them so the little creature could breathe—Loki sneaked across the hallway and past your room to hide his present for you in his own, already imagining your priceless reaction… was he hoping for a hug? Oh, he was. When was the last time anyone had hugged him? Perhaps you would, upon receiving the fluffy little creature in the box.

The dog winced. “Shh! Quiet, you silly little creature, you are going to wake up your mother!”

It was then he heard an ear-piercing scream coming from your room. He nearly dropped the box, turning on his heel to storm into your room like a tornado annihilating everything in its path. Your bed was empty, the sheets ruffled. There was a small beam of light coming from your bathroom—the closer he came, the more he could make out the rustling of fabric.

“I bloody hate being a woman…” You murmured to yourself, making the God of Mischief frown. Alarmed, he stepped closer and entered the bathroom without knocking—he barely remembered to set the box aside to draw his daggers if need be.

You were sat on the toilet, your white Christmas pyjamas with candy canes and gingerbread men on them soiled with blood. Loki’s eyes widened. There was blood on the floor too… and on your fingers.

His fingers were itching to materialise his weapons, yet he could see no enemy who could have attacked you. You gasped when he barged into the room, concealing your nakedness from the waist down with some toilet paper.

“What in the nine happened to you?” The amount of blood was almost concerning for a mortal. Had someone surprised you in your sleep? Who had managed to break into the Avengers facilities in the first place?

“How did you get in here? No wait, you’re awake already? Umm… Merry Christmas?” You swallowed. Talk about embarrassing yourself in front of the God of Mischief.

“We need to get you to a healer… a doctor, that is what you call them here?” You stared at him for a moment.

The last thing he expected was for you to burst out laughing. The whole situation was so hilarious you even forgot to be nervous around him for once.

“Oh, Loki… I’m okay, I’m not dying, I promise. I got surprised by my period, is all.”

“Your… period? Your period… as in your menstruation cycle?”

“Yes. Do women on Asgard not have that?”

“They do but… not like this.” Heavens, he felt stupid. He had thought you were dying, openly shown his concern… and you had laughed.

“Loki…” It was like you had heard his thoughts. “Thank you for checking on me. I was just being frustrated but I promise I’m okay.” You had probably disturbed his sleep but the fact that Loki cared enough to come to your help, admitting that just perhaps… he actually liked you. “W-would you mind?” Loki raised his brows, his lips parting.

“Yes, of course.”

He turned around for you to get dressed again (never before had you been more grateful for the pile of more or less dirty laundry on the floor next to your toilet) and nodded, only realising now that he had indeed just proved that one way or another, he had taken a liking into you. It was then the dog winced again just outside the bathroom door.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. In fact, I shall leave you… how did you get out of that box?” Eager and curious, the puppy must have somehow knocked its wooden box over. When Loki looked behind him, he found the lid on the floor, the young dog hurtling towards you.

“Oh my god! Hey there, little guy! Where did you come from?” You giggled when the dog attempted to jump up on you. You picked it up, grinning when it licked your face. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Loki pursed his lips. Oh, great. Now he was getting the hug. He furrowed his brows. Heavens, this was an innocent little puppy. Against all reason, he already loved the little guy with all his heart himself, how could he possibly feel jealous?

“You were not supposed to see it yet. I was going to put the box under the Christmas tree.”

“R-really? You mean… he’s for me? Oh, Loki… but h-how? I mean… I love him. But how can I keep him safe here? Is that really a good idea?”

“Well… he is, in fact, not a normal dog.” Loki remarked.

Your eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“Dogs are rare on Asgard but there are indeed a few traders who raise them. This unprepossessing creature has a life expectancy five times as high as Midgardian dogs—not to mention it is stronger, more intelligent and much like Thor and me, more resistant to pain and injury.”

“You’re a superdog then, aren’t you? Yes, you are, such a good boy. I need a name for him.” You announced. Loki raised his arms. That would be your decision. His pet snake had never had a name. “I’ll think of something.” Smiling, you stepped forward and kissed Loki on the cheek whose lips parted in surprise.

“Thank you so much. I didn’t think you would… why did you?” He said nothing in response. He couldn’t possibly tell you that he wanted a hug and that the only person he wanted it from was you. Your lips on his face had already felt like liquid fire, warming him from the inside out. Heavens, what was wrong with him? You were a mortal. He couldn’t possibly like you this much.

“You should go back to bed.” He said after a while, clearing his throat. “It is still early.” You nodded. He was right. Besides, you and your little puppy needed to get to know each other.

Needless to say, however, you couldn’t fall asleep again after you had gotten changed into new pyjamas and then cuddled with your new pet. Loki had gotten you a dog. Why? He owed you nothing, and quite on the contrary, you highly doubted Loki would even bother to get the rest of the Avengers a Christmas gift.

-

In the meantime, Loki himself returned to his room, shaking his head in the process. He was being ridiculous. The other day in the hallway, he had still managed to remain composed but the more time he spent around you, the softer he became for you.

He had been worried for you upon seeing all that blood and it had scared him. Love and affection weren’t exactly emotions he got to experience a lot and then for a human of all species…

He realised with a start just what it was that was happening to him. He was courting you, wasn’t he? He had not done anything alike in years, the last time for a beautiful Asgardian woman who had turned out to take more interest in Thor than him.

Loki was no expert on dating. He had never had the need for it… not until you. A growl escaped his lips. How dangerous for his already shattered heart would it be to give in to his desire and make you smile again? To feel your lips against his skin once more?

Another growl. He was addicted to you already. Jumping up from the bed, he left the facilities again, this time to head a few miles west. Frigga had always said that love goes through the stomach. He might as well try that strategy out.

-

About two hours later, there was a soft knock on your door. You stirred, eyes fluttering open. Your puppy—you had still not thought of a name for it—had curled up in your arms, still sleeping soundly.

“Yes?”

The door opened to reveal Loki. With a smirk, he produced something from behind his back—a box with the logo of your favourite pancake shop on it. Your jaw dropped.

“Merry Christmas.” He announced.

“Oh my goodness… Loki, you are so sweet.”

The God of Mischief raised an eyebrow. “Sweet is not exactly what I was hoping for.” He replied, albeit smiling.  You sat up carefully to not wake the puppy, accepting the pancakes all the while licking your lips hungrily. Now that was one way to start Christmas Day.

“How about considerate?” You tried again, smiling up at him sweetly. Loki smirked, hands clasped behind his back. He almost appeared a little… awkward.

You longed to ask him why he was doing all this but then again… you could think of only one answer. It couldn’t possibly be, no?

“Care to share? They are really good.”

“It appears so. The entire restaurant smelled like a sugar realm.”

“Is that a thing?”

“No.”

“Oh… pity.” He chuckled.

Twenty minutes in which you silently ate with relish went by, the puppy still sleeping peacefully in your bed, with you unable to stop petting it all the time. Once you had finished the very last bite, you simply dropped the empty takeaway-packaging on the floor.

“Thank you so much, Loki. I couldn’t have imagined better Christmas presents.”

He nodded, watching your every move as you moved in to give him another kiss on the cheek.

This time though, in just this moment, Loki turned his head to face you again, your lips landing on his instead. You gasped, even more so when he deepened the kiss, moving his mouth gently against yours, tongue slipping between your lips to taste you. Oh my god. Loki was kissing you. Loki was kissing you!

It felt like a demon from Muspelheim had set his body on fire, from the inside out. Loki was ablaze. Unable to stop himself, his arms came up to pull you closer into his body until you were straddling him, your fingers digging into his clothes. You both knew where this was going.

There was no doubt you were going to wake up the little dog when you pushed him back on the mattress, overcome with a sudden confidence and hunger that made you feel invincible. Loki did not object. The only reason you hesitated was the fact you remembered just then that you were on your period. Reluctantly, you pulled away.

“Loki… maybe we should do this… another time. My… period, remember?”

“A little bit of blood will not stop me from ravishing you, my dear.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“A-are you sure?”

Loki nodded slowly and intimately, his blue gaze never leaving yours.

Next thing you knew, the both of you lost all of your layers of clothing one by one. Scratch making a list for Christmas presents for your friends to make them happy… you couldn’t quite believe that Loki actually reciprocated your affection for him. This certainly was the most amazing Christmas yet.

-

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 6

a/n: now you’ll all see why i said be excited for ch. 6 lmao. (also, with ch. 5 not showing up in the tags for a minute, some might not have seen it, so i’ll link it here) but anyways, this chapter was difficult to write bc i’m not used to writing anything but angst lmao. and huge shoutout to my baby gracie for helping me out with this chapter. please enjoy and i’d love to hear feedback

also, like i told an anon, this is in memory of bee’s hair :((  (he still looks good with the new hair, don’t get me wrong)

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland​ @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @dreamsndior

warnings: (2) your mom jokes, jealous!joel?, once again simp nation for the both of them, swearing (it’s a problem ngl), idiocy 

sticking it masterlist

wc: 4.1k

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When you told Marcus and Michelle that you had to be out for a month, they advised you to only come to the gym three times a week for two hours for the first two weeks and you’d figure out a plan for the two weeks after, that way you could take a much needed break out of the gym. The thing stressing you out the most was gym and they obviously realized it, so they were hopeful it would give you a chance to breathe. 

You planned to go to the gym Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays from 6-8am and then you would spend the rest of your day at home doing whatever you needed to do that day. The first Monday you spent those two hours doing ab workouts and helping the other girls around the gym, then you went home and stayed in your room for the rest of the day. You put your phone on do not disturb, so no one heard from you, which caused Kevin to come to your apartment to make sure you were okay. 

Tuesday played out the exact same way, early practice, then going home and staying in bed, and Kevin coming to make sure you were alright. Kevin even invited you to come out with him and some of the boys, which you politely declined saying they should have their time together. Wednesday, you simply stayed in bed, choosing to actually keep your phone on today, you were just tired and felt drained from everything going on right now that you couldn’t really muster up the energy to talk to anyone. 

Wednesday night, as you were rewatching Marvel movies, your phone started ringing with a call from Ryanne. Quickly answering it, “hey Ry.”

“Hey babes, how’re you doing?”

“I’ve been better, I’ve also been worse, so.”

“Me and Claude were wondering if you’d want to come over and hang out with us and Gav for some of the day, we’ll provide food and such, but we miss you, babe. So, we figured we’d ask while you have a chance.” 

In reality, Ryanne had heard from Claude that you wouldn’t be able to do extensive training for at least a month. She might not have known much about gymnastics, but she knew you well enough to know that you were always constantly training - she was well aware that if that ever got taken from Claude that he would be devastated if he was out for that long and with two weeks to prepare for a big game.

She had checked in to see how you were with Kevin one day after practice and when he mentioned everything that was going on, she was worried about you. She knew that she likely wouldn’t be able to help much, but she did know that there was one part of the equation she could help. Knowing that she already had a plan to have a send off party before the boys went on a roadie and also knowing that everyone on the team would be there, she somehow conveniently planned to invite you over a few hours before it started. 

“Oh, yeah, I’d love to, honestly. What time do you want me over?”

“Anytime after three is fine. I’ll see you then, hun. Oh, and wear something cute.”

“Why exactly?”

“Just do it,” Ryanne said, not having time to think of an excuse, “bye.”

As you were about to say something else, the ring that told you she had hung up rang out. 

…..

Joel wasn’t doing as good as he wanted to be recently and with an upcoming roadie, he knew he needed to spend more time on the ice before the game. Having asked a few of the guys to work with him during an unscheduled morning skate, he was able to work on what he needed to. 

“Wait, so she’s out how long?” Joel overheard Travis ask Kevin as he made his way into the locker room. 

“Like four weeks, but two weeks with the brace and basically no training, then two weeks with athletic tape on her knee and no hard landings. But she’ll only have two weeks before Championships, so she's not feeling too great about it. Plus, she has to use her brace and crutches again and she didn’t enjoy that the first time,” Kevin replied. 

“Is she going to be okay?” Joel hadn’t meant to ask his question aloud, but as soon as Kevin heard his voice a smile grew on his face. 

“Yeah, Lover Boy, she’ll be fine. She hasn’t really been up to do anything recently, but other than that I think she’ll be okay. She has to use her crutches again, which is honestly very entertaining,” Kevin stated before turning to leave the locker room, turning right as he got to the doorway, “random question, are you planning on going to G’s for the send off party tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Just wondering,” and with that Kevin was gone, leaving a confused Joel behind. 

Kevin knew that you had a lot on your plate right now and that you wouldn’t want to go to anyone about your problems. He also knew that the both you and Joel, were simply too stubborn to fix the problem going on between you on your own, hence why he had mentioned something to Ryanne. He knew that Ryanne would jump at the chance to be able to help you feel better and as soon as she mentioned the party set-up idea, he was in. The plan was then mentioned to most of the team, knowing that the help of many was needed in order to help the two idiots. 

….. 

After sending Kevin a quick text that you were leaving, you left your apartment and made your way to Ryanne and Claude’s house. Gently knocking on the door, you smiled when Ryanne opened the door, “awe, babe, I’m so happy you’re here, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too. Not to be rude, but where is the tiny human?” you asked, looking past Ryanne to see Gavin walking towards you, “hi, bub. Oh my god, you’re getting so big.” 

“Well if you came around more often, you’d get to see him more,” Ryanne mumbled, watching you play with the boy in front of you. 

“I heard that,” you said, in a sing-song voice.

“You were supposed to,” she replied, mocking your tone, “anyways, Claude is on his way back from the store, so he’ll be here soon, but I haven’t talked to you in forever, how’s everything? How’s gym?”

“Oh, well. I’ve been better, this last meet definitely wasn’t all that great and not being able to train doesn’t really help my case either, but I’m making the most of it,” you said, shrugging. 

“And you’re actually having to listen to Adrian this time around?” she said, pointedly, causing you to chuckle. 

“Yeah, I have to actually listen to Adrian this time,” you smiled, “I hate that I have to actually wear my knee brace, though. And I have to use crutches. Can you believe that?”

“Considering it’s you, I’m more shocked that you’re actually using them.” 

“Ry, shh, let’s not call me out too much today,” you replied. 

It wasn’t too long before you heard the front door open, Claude walking in a few seconds later, “awe, it’s my favorite babysitter. Come on, babe, let’s leave while we can.”

“Haha, I almost forgot how funny you are, G,” you said, sarcastically. 

“I’m sure, I’m sure. You know what would be nice though?”

“What?”

“Helping me put the groceries up,” he said, smiling sweetly causing you to groan. 

“Are chores and babysitting all I’m good for to you?”

“Well,” he looked up to the ceiling, as if he were thinking for another answer,”hm, nothing comes to mind, y/n/n.”

“Oh, that was mean,” Ryanne said, playfully elbowing Claude. 

“Thank-”

“She’ll never babysit again if we’re mean to her,” Ryanne smirked. 

“Oh, wow, I see how it is, don’t worry,” you said, the three of you laughing. 

As the three of you were setting out groceries - you mostly sitting on the kitchen island, taking things out of the bag - the three of you caught up. Claude talking about his hopes for these next few games, Ryanne talking about how Gavin was doing - not missing the few times Gav ran through the kitchen -, and you talking about whatever you could. 

“Ok, so we haven’t brought this up yet, but I was just wondering if you had any idea what’s going on with Beezer? I know you guys had gotten closer recently and he’s just not himself, so I’m asking if you know anything,” Claude asked, closing the fridge before turning back to you. Both him and Ryanne had a pretty good idea of what happened, but if they were missing something, they wanted to know. 

“Oh, um, well, about that one,” you sighed, gathering your thoughts, “me and him kinda haven’t talked since I told him I only wanted to be friends.” 

“Ok, but from the looks of it, it looked like both of you wanted to be more than friends?” 

“Yeah, but, there’s a lot more to it, you know.”

“No, actually, I’m a tad bit lost, y/n/n.”

“Look, I can’t have any distractions right now and I was worried about it affecting gymnastics, so I told him I only want to be friends.”

“That’s dumb,” Claude replied, quickly.

“Thank you, many people have mentioned that.”

“He has no place to talk in a situation like this,” Ryanne finally spoke up, causing you to look between the pair confused, “when his life was just hockey, hockey, and hockey, nothing could fill those spots. So, when our relationship was first starting he did the same thing to me that you’re doing to Bee.”

“This was supposed to be a philosophical moment and you messed it up,” Claude replied. 

“I didn’t mess it up, you’re just mad because you basically called yourself dumb. But pushing him away isn’t a smart option and it just hurts both of you in the process,” Ryanne said before walking back to where Gavin was. 

“Look, I know you said you didn’t want distractions, but this seems to be having a worse effect on you than you hoped. From the looks of it, when you started pushing him away, it affected your performance. Just pointing that out for you.”

“Yeah, I know. You didn’t have to point it out, you know.”

“Yeah, but you would have continued to ignore the obvious fact that you were just scared of a relationship in general,” he shrugged.

“I don’t even know how to talk to him about it or at least how to start the conversation.”

“Well, lucky for you,” he looked down to check his watch, “the guys are all coming over in like 10 minutes, so you’ll see him then.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a send off party for the roadie this weekend, why do you think we got so many groceries?” and with that he left you in the kitchen by yourself. 

…..

Joel sat in the backseat of Kevin’s car, Nolan in the passenger seat, as they made their way to G’s house. By the time they got there, most of the guys had already gotten there, seeing a few familiar cars in the driveway, but one stood out in particular. He knew that it was yours from some of the times he had seen you driving, “what’s y/n/n doing here?”

Nolan and Kevin both chuckled at that, “she came over here earlier to watch Gavin, I think,” Kevin said. 

“Oh, cool,” Joel replied, attempting to sound nonchalant as possible 

“Don’t try to act like you’re not freaking out. You aren’t slick, dude,” Nolan added, shaking his head, “you two better talk, too. Because everyone is tired of the two of you being idiots and not talking shit out.” 

“We’re not idiots.”

“You are,” the other two said in unison. Joel didn’t try to argue as he followed the pair inside their captain’s house. 

As soon as he entered the house, he took note that almost all the team was here, most of the team was outside, but he immediately found you sitting on one of the barstools with Gavin sitting on your lap as you talked with Ryanne. “Go talk to her,” Nolan whispered, causing him to jump. 

“God, Pat. What the fuck?” Joel said turning around. 

“I said what I said. You’ll have to talk at some point, might as well just do it. Plus, she’s on crutches, so like, if she wants to run away it will take her a while.”

“Um, that’s- I mean, that’s valid, but-”

“At some point today, you should talk to her. I obviously can’t make you and it’s up to you, but I think it would help fix things,” Nolan said, shrugging.

“Yeah, I know, I know. I plan on it.” 

You and Ryanne had stayed inside with Gav since the boys were grilling outside, so when Nolan, Kevin, and Joel walked in, you were one of the first people to notice. Kevin made his way over to you almost as soon as he came in, “so, you enjoying the party?”

“Considering I didn’t know it was happening, sure I’m having a great time, Kev.”

“Well, I guess it’s a surprise party then,” you quickly shot him a glare, “surprise.” 

As you heard the back door open, you looked up to see Joel already looking at you, shooting you a quick smile as he followed his teammate to go outside. “I swear, if all you guys do tonight is spare glances at each other and don’t talk, I’m going to lose it,” Ryanne said from beside you. 

“I think everyone will, to be honest,” Kevin added, “well, I’m going outside. If you need any help, just let me know.” 

The boys had a few different plans in place to get the two of you to talk; conveniently sending Joel in to help while you were inside, telling Joel to go help out inside, asking Joel to get Gavin, and as a last resort, make Joel jealous. 

When everyone had been done eating, Claude asked some of the younger guys to help him clean up and bring out the cooler with drinks that was still inside. Joel had somehow conveniently avoided going inside while helping and when he did, he went straight to the kitchen and right back out. He wasn’t wanting to avoid you all night, but he didn’t know what to do. Shortly after, Claude had asked Joel to go in and get Gavin, somehow right as you had left Gavin with Ryanne, which also ruined that plan. 

Ryanne knew that it would be suspicious if they kept trying those same plans. So instead, she basically forced you to go outside with her. She helped you get outside, Kevin shooting up from his chair to help you get down the stairs of the deck, “you don’t have to help me out, Kev.”

“Knowing you, you would trip and break something. You’re already hurt enough,” he said, causing you to roll your eyes. As Kevin looked up, he didn’t miss the way Joel lit up as he saw you, “hey, your boy is looking over here.”

Looking up, your eyes once again met his, to which you sent him a light smile, “yeah, he’s been watching me since I stepped out here.”

“y/n/n, you would only know that if you were looking at him, too.”

“Yeah, I never said that I wasn’t though.” 

“You know, it’s obvious the two of you aren’t mad at each other or anything like that. So, why the fuck haven’t you talked yet?”

“Oh, um. Words are hard,” you said, walking away towards Travis and Nolan on your crutches. 

“You’re literally on crutches, you aren’t moving that fast.”

“You know who else isn’t moving that fast?”

“y/n. I swear, if this is another your-”

“Your mom,” you yelled back to him. 

“What is up with you and making your mom jokes?” Nolan asked as you got closer to them. 

“They’re funny?” 

“y/n/n just has the sense of humor of a middle school boy, that’s why her and Beezer got along so well,” Travis added, helping you move your crutches so you could sit down at the table they were at, “how are the crutches?”

“How’s your mom?” you laughed, causing the two of them to groan, “nah, they’re not fun. In any way shape or form.”

As you were talking to Nolan and Teeks, Kevin and Ryanne realized that none of the plans they had tried were working. Both of them knew that the only plan that would probably work was to make Joel jealous, so Kevin texted Carter, Morgan, Nolan, and Teeks to let them know that was the plan that they were going with. 

“y/n looks really good today,” Carter said, causing Joel to spit out his drink. 

“Better watch yourself, Hartsy,” Joel replied, shooting a glare towards his friend. 

“I was just being honest, she really does. There’s nothing going on between you guys anymore, right?” Carter watched as Joel visibly tensed at the mention of what was happening between the two of you, knowing that the plan was working he continued, “I mean, if nothings going on between you two, then she’s single, right?”

“Well, I mean-” Joel stuttered out, “we haven’t talked in a while, but that doesn’t mean-”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Carter said, making his way over to the table you were at, causing Nolan and TK to chuckle as they saw Joel’s face drop, “hey, y/n/n.”

“Hey, Hartsy, it’s been a minute. How is everything?” you smiled. You kept talking to the group around you for a while, not noticing the way Joel was becoming visibly angry. He didn’t want to seem jealous, but he assumed that Carter had been flirting with you this whole time, so he made the executive decision to talk to you now. 

Since your back was facing him, you didn’t see him coming, but the three boys around you did, only trying to hide their smiles since the plan was actually working. “Hey y/n, can we talk?” he asked. 

You turned around to finally face the boy you had been avoiding, “yeah, hold on a sec.” As you continued some of your conversation, Joel was getting more and more irritated, mostly because Carter was sending looks his way that he couldn’t exactly read. Joel, being the impatient person he was, pulled the chair you were sitting at away from the table, pulling you up to stand before lifting you up over his shoulder, “Bee, what the fuck?”

He simply ignored you as he carried you up the stairs and back inside his captain’s house. You tried pushing yourself off as he made his way up the stairs, but it was deemed useless when he just tightened his grip, “Farabee, I swear to god. I will hurt you.”

Eventually, he opened the door to the guest bathroom and gently set you down on the counter before locking the door, “what the fuck was that for? If you want to talk, you could have just waited a second. But no, you had to be all dramatic about it,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“Are you done?” Joel asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the door.  

“I mean, yeah. Are you?” 

“Yeah, but I’m tired of us ignoring each other and I miss you, so we need to figure stuff out.”

“Awe, you miss me? That’s cute,” you smiled. 

“y/n/n, I swear, now is not the time for that one.”

“Ok, sorry. I’ll be serious now,” you said, crossing your arms to mock him. 

“I just want to know what happened at the lake?” 

“Oh, we’re going straight to the point, alright,” you sighed, “look, what I said at the lake wasn’t true. I got this idea in my head that if you were in my life, you were a distraction from what I wanted.”

“How’d that work out for you?” he said, smirking. 

“Oh, no, see that’s what we’re not going to do. No need for the attitude. Anyways, I had this idea that if anything happened between us, that I would mess it up and it would mess everything in my life up. So, pushing you away was the safest option.”

Joel took a moment to gather his thoughts before pushing himself off the door and made his way closer to you, ending up standing between your legs with his hands on either side of you, “look, I’m saying this and I mean it. I understand where you’re coming from with the fear of distractions thing, but I want you to know that I would never intentionally keep you from your goals and dreams. I’m just extra support, you know.”

“Yeah, I realized that after you ran from the lake house. We could have had this figured out by now, if you had stayed,” you said, sarcastically. Rolling your eyes for added dramatic effect. 

“Oh, shut up. You have no place to talk, babe,” he said, smiling when he heard you giggle, “what was that for?”

“I kinda missed you calling me babe, I guess. Kinda crazy, dude.”

“Awe, so you did miss me?”

“I never said I didn’t,” you said, quietly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. You saw the way that his eyes went from your eyes to your lips, “I also missed this,” and with that you pulled him closer until your lips met in a long awaited kiss. 

As the two of you broke away, your foreheads were still together, “hey, Bee?”

“Yeah?”

“You know who else I missed? Your mom,” you laughed. 

“Way to ruin the moment, babe,” he smiled, “That was funny though, so I respect it.”

“Dude, I’m so funny sometimes.”

“Looks aren’t everything, babe,” he said, laughing at the gasp you responded with. 

“Oh, that was rude. I’ll get you back one day though,” you watched as he went to leave the bathroom, “hey, Bee. I’m not supposed to walk without crutches, hate to break it to you.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way back to you, turning around right in front of you, “here.” You leaned a little bit forward, wrapping your arms around his neck once again as he readjusted his grip on the back of your legs, so he could give you a piggyback ride on the way back outside. 

“You know, they didn’t tell me there was a party,” you spoke as he made his way back towards the door. 

“Oh, they said it was teammates only and then I saw your car,” he replied, pausing a moment as the two of you realized what had happened at the same time, “so, this was-”

“Yep.” 

“And Hartsy saying he was going to ask you out was part of it?”

“Hartsy said he was going to do that,” you started cackling. “Wait, were you jealous of him?” you asked laughing even harder. 

“It’s not funny.”

“Oh, yeah. I know, it’s hilarious.” 

“I will drop you right now,” he said, as he opened the door for outside, “and you’ll stuck right here, Ms. ‘I can’t walk down stairs right now’.”

“That’s a low blow,” you said, as the two of you made your way back to the table you were at. 

“Oops, sorry, babe,” he set you down close to your chair, but sat down before you could.

“Oh, so now you steal my chair, too?”

“Oh, shut up, you’re fine,” he said, pulling you to sit in his lap, “there you go.”

“So, I see the two of you made up?” Nolan asked, pointing at the two of you. 

“We also made out, in case you were wondering,” Joel replied, earning an elbow to the stomach, “ow, that hurt.”

“Sucks to suck, babe,” you replied, causing the smile on his face to grow even more. 

When Kevin and Ryanne watched the two of you walk back outside, they were happy to see that the plan worked. Ryanne simply laughed and shook her head as she heard the exchange between the two of you, “they are so in love and I don’t even think they realize it.”

“Ryanne, that is a big word, that I’m not prepared for. So, please, let’s not do that today,” Kevin replied, earning a laugh from Ryanne, “they’re happy though, that’s all that matters to me.”

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Family Is Overrated

Word Count: 1,687

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Jody Mills (brief), Bucky Sims, Lorraine Fox, Alicia & Max (brief)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: uhm.... it’s here, sorry it’s bad lol haha i suck

A/N 2: this is part two of Ace!

A/N 3: Based off of Season 12, Episode 6, Celebrating The Life of Asa Fox

Masterlist   Ace

“Who’s gonna tell Jody?” you asked, standing around with Lorraine and Bucky.

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed.

“Well, someone does. She was his closet friend,” you looked at him.

“I can’t do this,” Lorraine’s eyes watered up.

“I know, I’m so sorry for your loss, Lorraine. If you need any help….” you gave her a sorrowful look.

“Will you plan the funeral?” she asked you.

You knew you couldn’t say no. After everything Asa did for you, you needed to do this for him.

“Of course,” you nodded.

“Will you tell Jody?” Bucky turned to you.

You nodded softly.

“Thank you, dear. I know I can count on you,” her eyes watered once more.

“Of course. I’m sorry,” you wrapped your arms around her before leaving with Bucky.

“Why are you making that face, Ace?” he laughed softly.

“Asa’s gone. I knew I should've stayed with you two, it’s all my fault,” you gave him a look.

“Wasn’t your fault Ace. Mistakes were made. It was Jael’s fault,” he sighed.

“After this wake, I’m going to hunt him down. He’s dead,” 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Bucky crosses his arms.

“Yeah, I can do it,” you shrugged.

“By yourself?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, so?” you gave him a look.

“Look, no offense, Ace, but you're just a kid,” he started.

“I’m not a kid. I’m 21 for crying out loud!” you raised your voice.

“That’s still young. You’re too invested into hunting,” 

“I’m fine. You don’t know what you’re saying. Bye,” you pushed past him, getting into your car and driving off.

---

Asa was a well-known hunter in the community, everyone knew about him as everyone knew about you.

It had been years since you last saw Sam, Dean, and Jason, or talked to them.

You’ve been going around hotel to hotel, hunt to hunt, finding any hunter that needed help. It took your mind off of everything. You didn’t care about people knowing that you were a girl, or how you looked. The only thing that you kept, was who your family was and your name. People told stories about Sam and Dean, while you just stayed quiet. 

You dialed Jody’s number, getting ready to tell her about Asa. You met her many times, she was a nice person, but you didn’t know too much. You know she had two adopted daughters, both a few years younger than you, and you knew she was sheriff of Sioux Falls.

“Hey, kid. What’s up?” she picked up the phone with a cheerful voice. You felt your feelings drop, hearing how happy she sounded, and you were gonna ruin it.

“H-Hey, Jody. What’s going on?” you sniffled, taking a deep breath.

“Just have some friends over. We’re watching a movie. How was the hunt with Asa and Bucky?” she asked.

You paused, taking a deep breath.

“T-The demon…..” you started.

“The demon killed Asa,” you said softly.

You could hear her shallow breathing as your heart broke.

“Uhm, t-the wake’s today, and we’re cremating his body tomorrow. Lorraine wanted to get him out as soon as she can,” you explained.

“O-Oh,” she stuttered.

“I’m so, so sorry for your loss, Jody. I wish I could’ve saved him,” you started.

“No, no, kid. It’s not your fault. I-I’ll, uh, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she sniffled.

“Okay,” you said softly.

“Okay,” she hung up the call.

You groaned to yourself, wiping your face, getting ready to go to Lorraine’s house.

---

“Quiet down!” you yelled for what seemed like the 100th time.

Hunters were loud. Drunk hunters were louder.

You sighed, grabbing a beer.

“You Ace?” you heard a man from behind you ask.

You turned to see him talking to Bucky.

“Nope,” he shook his head.

“I don’t get it, I’ve asked every hunter here, none of them are Ace,” the man sighed.

“Well, you didn’t ask me. Nice to meet you,” you gave a sarcastic smile.

“You?” he asked in disbelief.

“Do you have a problem with that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Just…. not what I was expecting,” he replied.

“Now, I have a question for you. Did you ask every hunter here, or did you ask every man here?” you pushed off the table, crossing your arms as he went silent.

“Didn't think a woman could be the fiercest hunter here? Do you have a problem with women?” you walked near him, watching him tense up.

You saw Bucky hold in a laugh from the corner of your eye.

“N-No, no ma’am,” he stuttered.

“That’s what I thought,” you scoffed.

“M-May I just say it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard the stories about you, all the great things you’ve done,” he started.

Stories?

You knew that hunters knew you, but you didn't know they told stories.

“Oh, uh, thanks…. I think?” you hesitated briefly.

“So, how did you start hunting?” he asked you.

“My mom was a hunter, and when she died I felt like I had to take on her legacy,” you explained.

“What about any other family? Like your dad? Any siblings?” he bombarded you with questions.

“Dead. My dad died when I was a kid, and my brother died some time ago,” you lied.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss,” he gave you a sad look.

“Well, it's been a while, and I’m okay,” you shrugged.

You gave a small smile, finding your way to find Lorraine.

---

“No labels, that’s a red sign,” Dean muttered to himself, picking up a beer bottle.

“Nah, it’s good. Homemade,” Bucky smiled.

“I’m Bucky Sims,” Bucky introduced.

“Dean Winchester,” he replied.

“Whoa, the Dean Winchester? As in like dead four times Dean Winchester?” another hunter, named Randy interrupted.

“Yeah, it, uh didn’t stick,” he gave a small smile.

“I mean, Asa was famous, but you’re here, and Ace is here? This is gonna get interesting,” he exhaled.

“Ace is here? I’ve always wanted to meet him,” Dean started.

“Uh, she,” Bucky corrected.

“Oh, really? Good for her,” Dean said, opening his beer.

---

“Oh, hey Alicia, Max,” you greeted the twins, standing in front of them.

“Hey, Ace, this is Sam,” she introduced you to the man standing in front of them.

He turned to you, as you felt shivers go down your spine. 

Sam

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“What the!?” he jumped up, looking at you in shock.

“I-It’s nice t-to meet you,” you stuttered, walking back.

Holy shit, oh my god

You panicked, walking to the back room.

“(Y/N),” you heard Dean call your name.

It’s been years since anyone called you by your name.

“Please, go away,” you said, walking into a room, with Sam and Dean entering with you.

“(Y/N), please, just talk to us,” Dean said.

“Shut up. Leave me alone, please,” you begged.

“You’re Ace? You’re freaking Ace?!” Dean raised his voice.

“So what if I am?!” you yelled at them.

“No, Ace was around before you left,” Sam remembered.

“I was Ace then, and I’m Ace now,” you said shakily.

“What the hell?!” Dean yelled.

“Just stop! Both of you!” you yelled.

“(Y/N), just listen,” Sam started.

“No! You have nothing to say to me, Sam. Do you think I-I forgot what the last thing you said to me was?!” you yelled.

“That wasn’t me, I swear. Look, when we were at the hospital, we were all waiting, i-in the waiting room. They weren’t letting us go in. We saw a shifter leaving your room, and then you were gone,” Sam’s eyes watered.

You went quiet.

“Where’s my brother?” you asked softly.

They both gave each other a look.

“Where is he?” you raised your voice.

“He’s gone,” Dean answered.

You felt your heart drop.

“W-What… what do you mean?” you stuttered. You knew, but you couldn’t. He couldn’t be gone.

“He’s dead, (Y/N)!” Dean yelled.

You jumped slightly, as your eyes watered.

Sam elbowed Dean, motioning to him to calm down.

“(Y/N),” Sam started.

“I’m sorry-” he continued.

“Please, j-just don’t. God, everything was okay before you came here,” you sighed.

“Okay? You call that okay? We looked for you, for so long! We thought you died, (Y/N)! You disappeared!” Dean yelled.

“Y-You think I was gonna stay there, with you?” you spat.

“We were gonna fix things,” Dean started.

“There was no fixing things! I told you that I-I hated you! And I still do! Do you think I-I wanted to fix things after everything that I said? I was in pain, Dean, and you made it worse. I bet you still don’t know where I was going that day,” you shook your head.

“Maybe I don’t, okay, but we’re family. We’re supposed to hate each other, and we’re supposed to fix things,” he said softly.

“What makes you think I want to? Look, out there, with all the hunters, I’m Ace. (Y/N) doesn’t exist. You two don’t know me. You can stay for Asa’s wake, but after this, I never, ever want to see you again,” you said shakily.

“That’s not your decision to make,” Dean said, as you started walking out of the room.

“It’s not yours either. You were the worst father. I’d be shocked if you even knew how old I am,” you scoffed, about to leave.

“You’re (Y/N) Winchester, born on April 20th, 1995. You’re 21 years old, your favorite color is blue, your favorite book is ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. You wanted to go to Yale, and you’re my daughter. And I love you, so much. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t show it.”

You froze, your hand on the doorknob, as your tears fell to the floor.

“I spent years looking for you because you’re my kid, you’re my family, and you mean the world to me,” Dean walked next to you, putting his hand on yours, slowly taking it off the door.

“You’re smart, you’re fierce, you’re brave, you’re kind, you’re beautiful. And you’re too good for our family,” he turned you to face him.

“Family’s overrated anyways,” you sniffled, closing the door behind you.

(Posted @  on July 16, 2020)

Tagging - @vicmc624​ @beancave​ @yoongi-holland​ @samsgirl93​ @the-and-sign-anon​ @cryingskies​ @skyelikestowrite 

[marvelfansince08love]

Our own underground kingdom

Word Count: 1903 

Pairing: Wilhelmina Venable x Fem!Reader 

Warning: A lil angsty, soft Mina. 

Prompts: 2,5,17 - “The only thing I have left is you”, “My only fear is losing you”  “I can’t live.. Not without you”

Setting: Six months before the apocalypse, Mina is aware of Michael being the Antichrist but hasn’t met him in person.  

A/N: For anon, I hope you enjoy! x  @muted-stoneheart​ thank you for reading over this for me, thanks again bubbles! 

Also bonus points for anyone who picks on a certain quote said by the woman herself (I couldn’t help myself) lmao. Still in a slight love/hate relationship with this. 

Permanent tags and a few who i thought might enjoy it : @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​ @saucy-sapphic​ @coconutlipss​  @stevenuniversetanzanite​

Prompts 2,5,17

“You want us to move where because of what?!” You exclaim, looking dumbfounded at a desperate Wilhelmina. She clutches her cane in front of her, brown eyes begging you to understand as you both stand opposite one another in your shared apartment. 

“To Central California, we’ll be safe there. I have it all planned out, I got two tickets that gives us access to a safe facility known as Outpost 3. My bosses may be coked up narcissists but they like me enough and know I’d be able to run the place well but I… I won’t do it without you Y/n. I need you onboard with this, please understand this is a matter of life and death.” She pleads reaching forward to take your hand. You hold your hand up in front, stopping her advance. 

“Mina baby, you are not making any sense. You are telling me that in as little as six months time the world is going to end in smoke and fire and you want us to go live underground with rich strangers until what.. Everything goes back to normal again. I don’t understand what you are asking and you’re scaring me,” You inform her quietly, trying to process this new information that your girlfriend has given you. 

You and Mina have been dating for nearly two years and in all that time you’ve never seen her look so terrified yet excited at the same time. You saw the glint in her eye when she first told you of her master plan to escape the upcoming apocalypse and to rule over one of the six outposts that were being built for the rich while the poor died from the nuclear bombs or worse. You understood that Mina’s empathy for others has always run thin, you were one of the few if not the only one who Mina truly cared for. You watch her take a deep breath in before releasing it in frustration, her eyes flash slightly at your lack of understanding and enthusiasm. 

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you Y/N. All I ask is that you pack a few items.. Maybe that pretty lavender lingerie number that I bought you last year for your birthday and I’ll figure out the rest. Please baby don’t make me beg you…” She asks, her tone soft yet demanding. Her eyes dart away from yours suddenly finding the kitchen marble interesting, her voice like a whisper that echoes across the room to your ears.

“I can’t live… not without you.” She confesses, still unwilling to meet your surprised gaze. You knew Mina loved you even if she rarely said it out loud, see Mina showed you love with affection, personal gifts and allowing you to see her deepest scars and insecurities behind closed doors while making love but her confession shocked you nevertheless.

“Mina I’m not saying I wouldn’t go with you. This just all seems a bit crazy, I mean your bosses selling their souls to the devil who happens to have a son who's roaming the earth right now planning to destroy it and pretty much everyone on it. Tell me you understand my hesitance.” You murmur, walking towards her and delicately lifting her chin up with your finger forcing her to look at you. Her big brown eyes stand out behind her framed glasses as you go to remove them from her face, knowing she’s probably forgot that she’s still wearing them. She blinks a few times adjusting to the new sight while muttering a quick ‘thanks’. She leans her cane against the nearby chair before placing her hands on either side of your hips pushing you back slightly guiding you to the breakfast island behind you, indicating for you to hop on top so she can stand in between your legs comfortably. 

“I know it’s a lot to process, I get it.. It took me a while to wrap my head around it but being around those two nutcases every damn day made it easier to understand why they didn’t have a soul, the rest just followed through. Baby this is a good opportunity for us, just imagine you and me ruling our own little underground kingdom, how satisfying does that sound hmm. I’m not embarrassed to say, it gives me a tingle.” She whispers brushing her nose against yours, her voice huskier at the thought of you standing by her side as she bends the guests to her very wimp as they beg for their life after disobeying the rules. 

You roll your eyes at her idea of fun and being slightly turned on at the thought of being in control of others. 

“But what about the rest of the world? Families Mina torn apart, children unable to grow up and become incredible people.who could go on to discover a new element or become the next president. Just gone, tiny specks of dust in the ground because some guy decided so.” You argue back, she pulls back a little so she can lock gazes with you dumbfound by your resilience. 

“This isn’t just ‘some guy’ sweetheart, we are talking about the son of satan and all things hellish.��� Mina ridicules, shaking her head at your ignorance. 

“Have you met this man? Have you seen with your own two eyes what he is capable of?” You question, watching a flicker of hesitance cross her features confirming your answer without any words being spoken. Now it's your turn to look dumbfounded as you try to understand her eagerness to believe such nonsense. 

“Just as I thought. Mina, this man could be insane and those two dipshits have only three things on their minds robotics, cocaine and pussy. You really wanna believe all this?” She nods her head with determination. 

“I really do believe it. I’ll show you the planning if you like? I just need you on board with this Y/N. I can live with myself if the rest of the world dies out but baby, not you, never you. The only thing I have left is you, so i need you to come with me.” She speaks honestly, placing her hands on either side of your face wanting you to understand her. 

“Show me the plans first Mina, then I will decide” You compromise, still feeling ridiculous that you are indulging her proposition. She smiles satisfied with your answer knowing it was the closest thing to a yes she was going to get out of you for now before she pulls away completely, moving towards her cane and heading for the kitchen door, she turns her head towards you, her face serious. 

“I’ll show you the plans and I’ll prove to you that what i’m telling you isn’t some bullshit story to scare you, I’m not crazy dear.” She vows, continuing on her journey. Leaving you sat on top of the kitchen island, mind reeling from the information given to you. You know deep down somewhere that what Mina’s telling you is true. That woman is a realist who laughs at the thought of magic and spells, always believing in the science of things, never one to open her mind to more powerful beings. So there you sat waiting for her to fight her corner and prove to you that what she’s telling you is real and the idea of her mostly being right terrifies you. 

But I’d go anywhere with her, even to run away from death itself. 

***

“Jesus Mina and these are all the plans?” You mutter, looking closely at Mina’s tablet as you both sit at the wooden desk in her home office. The fireplace crackling to the side of you both, the light from the flames giving Mina’s side profile a soft glow of orange. As she leans over your shoulder, her finger sliding and tapping away on the tablet, showing you the other locations and its members. 

“Yes, we have full access to all construction work as well. Millions of dollars have gone into this Y/N, those A-listers you see right there all know what’s going to happen. Do you think they feel guilty? Of course not.” Mina reprimands, scoffing in disgust. 

“You could have gotten us into the outpost in Hawaii at least, baby,” You halfheartedly teased, still trying to process an actual response. Mina growls quietly and nipples underneath your earlobe before whispering in your ear. 

“What and have you drooling over Johansson, I don’t think so. I want you all to myself.” The possessive tone makes you roll your eyes in good nature. 

“So what do you think?” She asks into your ear, you hear the slight hesitancy in her voice making you turn your head to the side and placing a reassuring kiss to her cheek. 

“I have one condition. You promise that you will tell me everything, from any changes to new developments. I want to know Mina, don’t keep secrets from me. I still don’t fully trust this cooperative or whatever they want to be called, especially that guy who claims to be the antichrist.” You enforce wanting her to understand that although you are agreeing to this you still have your reservations. 

“Of course baby. We’re in this together darling, now about that little number… think you could put it on so we can celebrate our new move properly,” She hints before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “So demanding.” you tease against her lips. Before you can continue with your heated makeout session Mina pinches the side of your hip making you jump slightly in the chair and yelp “Hey!” eyeing her fingers before locking eyes with her chocolate brown eyes, she smirks before replying “I won’t ask again, dear. You know where the closet is”.

With that you jump out of the chair and walk seductively out of the room before calling over your shoulder cheekily. 

“See you in five minutes, my love” 

***

As you lie beneath Mina, bodies glistening in the afterglow of your love making, you look up into those brown eyes above you as they sparkle with delight and admiration. Her forearms leaning on either side of her head, nose brushing eskimo kisses along your own. 

“My only fear is losing you, Y/N. I hope you realise that.” She confesses, eyes wet with unushered tears as she collapses on top of you, her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you clutch onto one another. 

“Of course I do, Mina. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you either,” You reply, capturing her lips with your own in a heated kiss. You both moan in unison, loving the feeling of each other's soft lips seeking the love and comfort we share for one another. Once you pull back and settle into your new position, Mina’s head leaning against your chest where she loves to hear your heart beating steadily beneath her ears. 

“We will watch the world burn bright together and bring in this new world while making love in our own hideaway, my love.” She breathes, against your naked chest nuzzling her nose against your exposed skin.

And for the first time tonight, you were looking forward to spending your days in your own little kingdom with the redhead. As long as you have her, you’ll be content for the rest of your days no matter how long or short that might be. 

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[monaownsmyass]

Queen B(itch)

Requested fic by anon #1 and #2 (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Queen B, Chapter 16

Pairing: Zoey Wade x Good Girl MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Rating: PG 13, a little strong language

Word count: 4,269

A/N: It’s a revamped chapter 16 but it’s in Zoey’s PoV. Poppy wins the award and Zoey comforts MC since she didn’t get it. Later, Poppy decides to rub it in MC’s face but MC’s not having it. I also threw in a little Veronica x Chloe cuz why not? Lemme just feed the Zoey stans real quick since that finale was crap for us.

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"And the winner is..."

The suspense was hanging in the air as Dean Steinhelm carefully pried open the envelope with her nail. Ugh, it felt as if it took forever.

Bea was sitting beside me. I clutched onto her hand and interlaced our fingers before I gave it a squeeze. My own eyebrows were knitted and I frowned. I felt so worried for her.

I caught her looking at me and immediately, my face relaxed and the frown was replaced by a small, reassuring smile when I saw the uncertain expression on her face.

'You. Got. This.' I mouthed to her and nodded.

That small gesture calmed seemed to calm her down immensely. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them slowly. She looked at me again and gave me a small smile. This is it. The moment of truth.

"Ms. Poppy Min-Sinclair!"

My first thought was to check on Bea. I instantly turned to look at her, wanting to make sure she was okay. I saw her face fall and looked at her wide eyes even though she was staring straight ahead. As she watched Poppy accept the award, I could sense dread running through her in her eyes. Dread for the future of Belvoire, for the students, for everyone placed lower in the rankings that Poppy could and would trample over. She turned to me, eyes still huge with her mouth slightly gaped and I knew; it was also dread for me.

Bea might have been worried about what this could mean. Not me though. No, I wasn't worried, I was mad. I was livid. How could this pathetic, snobbish, spoiled brat of a bitch be more deserving of that award that Bea? I looked around to see how the other attendees reacted to this announcement. There was a scattered, hesitant applause and everyone didn't look excited about it at all. They were obviously just doing it to be polite. Which just made me question, how the hell did she win when no one wanted it?

My wondering eyes finally landed back on Bea. She looked at me, worried. Her eyes were glossy and I could tell tears were threatening to spill. And yet, she placed her other hand on my arm and softly spoke my name. "Zo? Are you okay?"

The sight made me face soften. I knew she was trying her best to hold her tears. "C'mon, babe." I helped her from her chair and lead her out of the event hall with my arm wrapped protectively around her. I knew she was holding back because she didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone.

I brought her to the restroom and as soon as I closed the door, she broke down and started sobbing into her hands. I rushed over to her and removed her hands from her face, pulling her into me. I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided it to lie on my shoulder. She sobbed into the crook of my neck while my other arm rested around her waist. She brought her arms around me and pushed herself further into my embrace.

She may have thought I was comforting her but in reality, having her here with me was calming me down too.

"Shh, babe, it's alright. It'll be alright," I spoke softly into her hair as I swayed us back and forth slowly.

"It's not though," she replied shakily between sobs. God, I hated seeing her like this. This usually confident, strong-willed, unstoppable woman being reduced to a vulnerable crying mess was beyond heartbreaking. "I don't even care about getting that dumb trophy, Zo. It's just feels like I disappointed everyone. Everyone that looked up to me and supported me, Belvoire, you..."

"Hey, no, listen," I disagreed and pulled back from her so I could stare at her. Her eyes were red and puffy, her makeup was disaster and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "You are not disappointing anyone, you hear me?"

Bea looked away, not wanting to meet my eyes.

"Hey," I called in a gentle voice. "Look at me." I carefully raised my hand to touch her cheek. She leaned into my palm, still quietly sobbing. I guided her face to look straight into mine but her eyes were still looking down.

"Please?" I pleaded. She finally looked up to meet my gaze. My brown eyes peered into hers, trying to show that my words weren't lies, that it was the complete, utter truth. "You didn't disappoint me. Or anyone for  that matter. You've came so far and so high on top. You won the entire school over, you turned Poppy's minions against her, you gave Belvoire hope that Poppy's reign would be over. You started out at the bottom and you did all of that in less than a year." I made sure she was still listening to me before I continued, "I've never been more proud of anyone or anything."

"You're proud of me?"

"I always have been, you're amazing and don't you dare forget it."

She crashed into me again, resting her head against my chest and squeezing me. "Thank you."

I returned her hug and removed her crown to rest my chin on top of her head. Her hair was in a mess anyway, we'd fix it later.  "You don't have to thank me, it's just the truth."

"No, thank you for being here."

"Of course, darling, there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

I stroked her back and thought about how perfect she felt in my arms. I loved that she was shorter than me and that I could hold her in this position comfortably. It was as if she was made to fit in my arms. I listened to her sobs slow down to a stop while she listened to the steady thump in my chest. I have no idea how long we stood there like that but I all I knew was that I could've stood there with her forever. But I'd need to take my heels off first 'cuz they were killing my feet.

"I just wish it wasn't Poppy that won," she mumbled into my chest. "It feels as if nothing will change for as long as she's on top. I'm worried she'll try to hurt you again too."

"I know, love. I wished it wasn't true either but I promise whatever happens, we'll get through it together."

After a while, Bea pulled away a little and I did the same to look at her. "You good, babe?"

She nodded and wiped the last of her tears away. "I think I'm ready to head out. Thank you for bringing me here. I don't think I could've held it in any longer if  I was still out there." She completely removed herself from me and right away, I missed her warmth and the feeling of her in my embrace but I knew it had to happen eventually.

"I think I know you well enough by now to figure out that was the case," I teased and softly nudged her with my hip.

She giggled and it was the best thing I've heard in a while. She moved towards the door but I stopped her. "Wait! Baby, I love you and you know I think you're always gorgeous, but I'm not letting you walk out with your hair and makeup like that. As your stylist I forbid you."

She giggled harder and walked over to the sink instead. "Sorry, babe, I forgot I must look like a mess." When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she froze. "Okay, jeez, I wasn't expecting it to be that bad."

I laughed and walked up to her, hugging her from behind and staring at her reflection from over her head. I felt her body lean back into me and relax. "You're still a pretty mess."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" she asked me with an eyebrow quirked up.

"Take it as you will." I smiled at her. "And I'd never let you out like that so don't worry. My reputation would fly out the window and take a 50-foot plunge faster than Veronica's wifi connection."

I saw Bea roll her eyes. "And here I thought you were doing it out of the goodness of your heart for me."

I laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, that too." I moved to stand beside her to help her fix her hair and makeup. After about 15 minutes, I was almost done. I just needed to apply her lipstick.

"Okay, babe, look at me and purse your lips, mhm, okay, now open."

Just as I was finishing up, the bathroom door open and in walked the demon herself, holding the Person To Watch award. I groaned and mentally kicked myself for not locking. Of course she among all people would walk through that door.

Her eyes immediately locked onto Bea and I felt anger flare up in me again.  I quickly moved to stand in front of her, blocking Bea from Poppy's view.

I crossed my arms. "What do you want?"

Poppy rolled her eyes and waved her hand at me. "This doesn't concern you, New Money, I'm just here to rub it in Farmsville's face how her pathetic attempts to dethrone me will never amount to anything," she bragged. "Now move aside- what's your name again? Zara? Zia?"

I felt the heat of my rage go to my head and as I opened my mouth to retort, I heard Bea's voice from behind me. "Zoey, it's okay, let me handle this." Her voice was firm and even though I knew it wasn't directed at me, I felt chills run down my spine.

I stepped aside to make way for her.

"Oh, babe, wait," I stopped her before she moved in front any further. I lifted her crown that was still in my hand to place it on her head. She grinned at me when I bent down to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Show her who the real Queen B is, love."

I didn't even bother to see Poppy's reaction to my gesture. I moved back and let Bea step forward to go head-to-head with Poppy. She squared her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"How cute," Poppy taunted. "A small pep talk from your little girlfriend before facing the Queen."

"Cut the crap Poppy, say what you came here for and make it quick."

I saw anger flash before Poppy's eyes but she kept her composure. "Pack it up and go back to your farm, Pig Girl. You can try all you want but we all know you're nothing but a sad, sorry, pathetic wannabe loser that can only dream of being Number One." Poppy took a step forward, trying to intimidate Bea but she stood her ground and looked her straight in the eye. I  couldn't help but feel proud of my girl. "Consider this your lesson learnt, Farmsville. You came, you saw, you tried to conquer, but you failed. Now, my suggestion? Stay out of my way and leave before I destroy you. For good."

Poppy reached out to push Bea's crown on her head but not hard enough for it to fall. Bea's hand shot up to the accessory and fixed it back to place. Still touching it, she glanced back at me, eyes full of wrath and determination. I gave her a small nod of encouragement. She took a deep breath and faced Poppy again. In that moment, I knew what I had to do; text Veronica ASAP.

I knew shit was gonna hit the fan and Bea was gonna obliterate Poppy to another dimension. When that happens, Poppy should definitely get her own live audience. It was the only way to stop Poppy. She likes the attention anyway, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

I shot Veronica a quick text, telling her that some shit was going down in the ladies' room and that she might want to stream this for her fans. She responded in no time, no doubt that she was already on her phone instead of listening to whatever speech whoever was giving.

"Listen," Bea started in a calm voice though I knew she was anything but calm. "Ever since I stepped foot on campus, you've made it your life's mission too make my life a living hell because I decided that I wasn't gonna take shit from you. And you got threatened, didn't you, Poppy? That some newbie didn't bow down to you like everyone else did."

Poppy scoffed. "That's the most ridiculous bullshit I've ever-"

"I didn't say was done," Bea said in a low voice that must have taken Poppy aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Just shut up and listen, you’ve had your chance to speak."

Poppy's eyes shot wide open and she looked positively scandalised. I don't think anyone has ever told her to shut up before and boy, was I having the best time. I had to stifle my giggle behind a hand.

"I know your type. I've had to deal with girls like you too many darn times and y'know what? I'm tired of putting up with y'all's crap!"

I know I should be angry at Poppy with Bea, and I sure as hell was, but I couldn't help but let out a small smirk at angry Bea. Don't get me wrong, she was definitely terrifying when she was mad, but being significantly shorter than me, it was like witnessing an angry chihuahua barking. And I discovered a few months back that when she was really mad, her midwestern accent tended to be more prominent. It's really cute if you weren't the receiving end of the yelling at 'cuz trust me, you do not want to mess with mad Bea. And since I wasn't the poor victim, I found her accent absolutely adorable. The little twang in the way she pronounced some words made my heart happy. I snorted. Who knew I'd find a country twang endearing.

"I think we could've been friends if ya weren't such a bitch all the fuckin’ time!" Bea continued. "But you are! Jeez! And I don't see what you've accomplished with that. Ya ain't got friends, just people who are scared of ya. Or should I say were, since most of them are just tired of ya dumb antics by now."

Poppy was so red in the face, I was sure I'd see steam coming out from her ears if she went any redder.

Just then, Veronica entered with Chloe and a few other girls I recognised from the Zetas. I didn't actually mean a live live audience when but since it's here, why the hell not? It definitely makes things more interesting.

Veronica, ever-ready with her phone, raised it up to get a good angle of the face-off. Bea was still shouting at Poppy and I think they were both too busy to notice.

"Hey, Veronicats!" she greeted. "Here we have Poppy Min-Sinclair and Bea Hughes at each other throats about that award thing and by the looks of it, Hughes is winning." V looked at them and back at her camera. "Between you and me, Veronicats, Bea definitely deserved the title more." She glance at Chloe and a caught a small smile playing at her lips. "After my gorgeous girlfriend, of course." At the mention of her, Chloe, who was watching the spitfire intently, rushed to Veronica's side and smiled at the camera, giving the audience a wave.

I turned my attention back to Bea to see her waving her arms around aggressively to emphasise her points. "Not only am I tired of ya treatin’ everyone around ya like stinkin' pile of manure, you also dared mess with my Zoey?"

My ears perked up. I'm her Zoey, huh? Definitely liked the sound of that.

"It's one thing to fuck with me but then ya went ahead and did it to the sweetest, most caring woman on campus who darn well didn't deserve it! You should be so ashamed of yourself, you're nothin’ but a spoiled rich girl who throws a hissy fit and gets her panties in a bunch every time somethin’ don't go her way! Ya ain’t Queen B, you're Queen Bitch!"

God, listening to Bea take Satan down with that midwestern twang of hers brought me joy like no other. If I could listen to it on replay all day, I honestly would.

I could see Poppy's mouth gaping like a fish but before any words could come out, Bea interrupted.

"And if you're gonna say something, Poppy, think before ya speak, 'cuz look around."

Poppy's eyes darted around and widened. It was only then that she realised that I wasn't the only third party listening.

Poppy tried to quickly composed herself and threw her shoulders back. "This means nothing, Farmsville! I'm Poppy Min-Sinclair! I can do whatever the hell I want."

I shot Bea a look and she looked back at me. We both knew what the other was thinking. Poppy was no Sinclair.

"Sure," Bea drew out. "You're a Min-Sinclair."

The demon squinted. "What are you implying, Hughes."

"Dontcha know I know? Do ya really want me to say it? Here?" she challenged and I noticed Poppy's jaw clench.  "Since I'm so nice, I won't say it. But you've got to hand over the award to Chloe St. James."

"Me?" Chloe squeaked as Poppy gritted, "Her?" Poppy's grasp on the trophy tightened.

I let out a laugh, not bothering to hide it anymore. Making Poppy hand over her precious award to her ex-best friend was the perfect revenge. My little evil genius. All in the name of justice, of course. Definitely not to see Poppy suffer or anything.

"Yes, her."

I swore I saw Poppy's eye twitch. I could tell what was gonna happen next. Poppy lurched for Bea and I immediately stepped in between them to catch her before she could attack. Bea took a step back as Poppy tried to reach her arms out to grab her.

"Okayyy, psycho, calm down," I said irritably as my clutch on her tightened.

"Bitch, ya think you could win in a fist fight with me?" Bea asked in disbelief. "I've been wranglin’ and wrestlin’ pigs my entire life!"

"Are you calling me a pig?!"

"You said it, but fuck it, you damn well do act like one!" Bea laughed which only caused Poppy to become more enraged.

"Babe," I called out to Bea. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself but a little help here?"

"Right, right."

She moved to grab her arms behind her and whispered into her ear. "Play nice and behave yourself, unless ya want me to expose ya daddy issues."

Poppy looked around to see the Zetas whispering among themselves. She huffed but stopped struggling so we started to loosen our grips on her. In typical Poppy fashion, she shrugged us off and dusted herself off. She stomped towards Chloe who looked like she was gonna cower. Veronica stood by her, watching Poppy's every move cautiously, ready to defend her girlfriend if necessary.

"Here's the stupid award." Poppy shoved the trophy into Chole's arm and stormed out the door. Everyone looked after her and then at each other, stunned.

I sidled up to Bea's side and rested my elbow on her shoulder. My own personal arm rest. She always rolled her eyes when I did it but I knew she secretly loved it.

Everybody still looked perplexed so I decided to take matter into my own hands.

"The one and only Bea Hughes, everyone!" I exclaimed and gestures towards my girl.

The Zeta's gaze finally landed on Bea and they erupted into cheers.

"Someone finally did it!"

"God, I've been waiting for forever to see that bitch get taken down."

"Poppy can kiss her crown goodbye."

"That's my babe!" I joined in.

Bea and I giggled and she pulled me down into a tender kiss. My arms wrapped around her waist instinctively to pull her closer. Her hands made their way to the back of my head and neck. Kissing the girl of my dreams after the villain has been defeated while a bunch of people clapped and cheered us on? Definitely movie-worthy. Except for one small thing...

I broke the kiss but let my forehead rest against hers. "A little ridiculous this went down in a washroom," I breath against her lips.

Bea let out a beautiful, genuine laugh and took my hand. "Let's get out of here."

She led me past the crowd and through the door. We made it back to the event hall when we saw an entire commotion happening. Chaos was unfolding at the centre of it was none other than Ms. Poppy Min-Sinclair.

We didn't stay long to find out what exactly was happening though. As soon as we saw what was happening, we heard a voice shout out.

"Bea!" Professor Kingsley rushes towards her when she saw her.

"Anddd that's our cue to leave," Bea said and tugged on my arm.

"Bea! Wait!"

But it was too late, we were already running out of the hall, hand-in-hand and giggling like we were preschoolers playing a game of catch.

We didn't stop running until we were halfway across the courtyard. We let go of each other and Bea doubled over while I fanned myself, trying to catch our breaths and slow down our heart rates.

"As fun as that was," I panted. "Let's never do that again."

Bea laughs breathlessly. "God, I feel so alive!"

"I bet knocking Poppy down a few notches helped too, huh?"

"Oh, for sure! It was exhilarating."

"Let me help make you feel even more alive," I murmured and pulled her to me by the waist.

Our lips crashed and I my heart started beating like crazy all over again. "I love you, Bea Hughes."

"I love you too, Zoey Wade."

This wasn't the first time she said it but it still had the same effect it had when she first did. Forget butterflies, there was an entire zoo in my stomach. My heart leapt in joy at the words and all I wanted to do was kiss her like my life depended on it.

And so I did.

I dipped her backwards and I heard her gasp in my mouth at the sudden movement but my lips never parted from hers. With her front pressed against mine, it felt like my whole body was set on fire. I burnt so bright the stars in the sky couldn't even begin to compare and the gorgeous woman in my arms was the one to thank for that. She was the fuel to my fire and for as long as she was with me, my light would never be dimmed.

I pulled her up from the dip, never breaking the kiss. Nothing could have stopped my from kissing her all night. Well, nothing except a loud growl that came from someone's stomach.

We both laughed into the kiss and Bea asked, "Was that you or me?"

"Maybe it was both of us."

"At the same time?"

"We're just that in sync, babe."

She giggled. "I think it's time we grab some food. We hadn't had anything to eat all night."

"I mean, I had those amazing mini quiches."

Bea rolled her eyes but she smiled. "Okay, I haven't eaten anything all night."

"Aww, poor baby," I teased and gathered her into my arms.

"This is the part where you offer to get me food, by the way."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "So demanding."

She just stared at me expectantly.

"Fine, fine, what would you like to have, gorgeous?"

"Mm, let's go to the nearest fast food joint."

I scrunched my nose at her. "You want to go to a fast food place? In this?" I pointed to our outfits.

"Why not?" she laughed.

"Let's make a compromise, we do drive-thru instead. 'Cuz there's no way I'm risking my Jimmy Choo's on those greasy floors. I might step on a soggy fry or something!"

She threw her head back laughing and the sound warmed my heart. "Deal." She leaned up to kiss my cheek. "Never change, Zo."

I was ready to move when Bea grabbed onto my arm to stop me.

"Babe, hold on!"

"What is it?"

She turned to face me and took off her crown. "I know you think I'm the actual queen of Belvoire, but you're my queen." She stood up on her tip toes despite already having high heels on and stretched her arms up, carrying the crown. I bent down a little to help her out and placed my hands on her hips to stabilise her. She placed the crown on my head and moved back to admire it. "It fits you perfectly!" She gave me the cutest grin.

I felt myself blush slightly under her gaze and leaned down to give her a peck. "Thank you, sweetheart. But we already knew we are both queens."

She chuckled. "Of course, but now with Poppy out of the way, it's time we rule together." She took my hand and gave it a kiss. "C'mon, my queen, our chariot awaits."

I didn't know what the world or Belvoire would throw at us next but all I knew was that with Bea by my side, we were unstoppable.

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[stargazing-enby]

Hey! I saw your post where you said you have anxiety and guilt issues when it comes to reblogging donation posts, and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to cope with it? It’s something I struggle with too and I had no idea it happened to other people! Also please don’t feel pressured to answer, I can always talk to my therapist, I was just interested in hearing from someone who also experiences it. I hope you’re having a good day! 💙

Hi! It definitely happens to other people I know, and I’m sorry you struggle with this too! 

I wish I had more tips than I do, tbh, but one thing that helps me a lot is having a pre-written reply for when people DM me asking to reblog donation posts. Like so: “Hi, I’m glad you reached out! Unfortunately, donation posts make me feel increased guilt and for that reason, I would rather not reblog it. I hope you understand, and I wish you the best of luck ❤"

That way, you don’t have to put yourself through typing a reply every time, which can be distressing. And yes, I’m aware I don’t owe anyone the personal information I include in that sample reply, but... anxiety be like that, sometimes, and it tells me that if I don’t give them an explanation I’m a horrible person, and I spiral, which is exactly what I’m trying to avoid. Of course, everyone is different, so if you’re scared of getting DMs like this I really recommend writing your own sample reply on your phone notes or somewhere else handy where you can copy and paste it :) 

This also applies to asks, though depending on my mood and mental stability I might just not reply to those; especially if they’re anon. It’s easier for me to ignore asks because Tumblr has a tendency to eat asks anyway, so I can always tell myself the person probably thought I didn’t receive it, or just forgot about it after a while because they can’t see it sitting there, unlike with DMs.

As for seeing the posts on my dash, I have blacklisted the tag #donations, which a lot of people use for donation posts. I’ve also blacklisted #guilt tripping, even though that doesn’t usually help XD but hey, there’s always the possibility that someone will tag a guilt-tripping post as such someday and spare me the anxiety attack, so why not! 

Also, if the same donation post is crossing your dash again and again and it’s not properly tagged for you to blacklist its tags, you can always block the OP of the post! That way you won’t see their original posts on your dash even if someone you follow reblogs them 😎

And, lastly, even though this applies mostly to other types of Tumblr posts that aren’t donation posts: if someone I follow consistently reblogs posts that have additions of the likes of “if you can’t reblog this unfollow me” or “I don’t care what your blog aesthetic is, you need to reblog this” or “X group of people won’t reblog this post because they just don’t care”, I’ll unfollow them. Like, I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time or the energy to keep reminding myself that I’m not a horrible person for not reblogging random stuff to my blog in my free time. Some people come to Tumblr to evade themselves from the world’s problems, or at least from some of them, and we don’t owe anyone an explanation as to why we don’t reblog something even though we agree with it. I wish more people understood this.

I hope some of this helps! Please remember that you never, under any circumstances HAVE TO reblog or reply to a single thing that makes you uncomfortable and that having a sample reply is something that helps me, personally, but if you’d rather delete those DMs as soon as you see them so you never have to think about them again, that is absolutely valid. You are allowed to set your boundaries and tell yourself “no, my boundary is THIS and I’m not letting this post step over it”. And you definitely never, ever owe anyone money just because they’re struggling!

[coldandhotsoba]

You said you weren't going to list all the evidence that EraserMic might be canon but please do???? I'm a sad little gay who needs this.

D(anon is referring to this post here)

okay im going to list what i know, and i was not lying when i say that there are some way more qualified people who can compile a list. a way better list than i could, and probably a lot more detailed and intricate.. And im doing this on my phone so no guarantee on quality. (also the fact im a very lazy person, but still felt compelled to try and answer this to the best of my lazy selfs abilities)  So bear with me here.

Now, this is a small list of why i think erasermic is pretty Canon, or at the very least very very very close best friends. (this is how my headcanons came to be, and how i came up with them through what ive seen.I dont want to step on any toes here. a lot of this is from my perspective and my experience)

1. Yamada helping picking out Aizawas hero name:

 lets break this down. Idk about you guys, but i wouldnt trust just anyone to pick my professional work name, that would stick with me for the rest of my life. Now, i know he’s lazy and all, but he also extremely rational. 

He knows this will stick with him, and he knows picking a name is important (hence he let Midnight teach the class about the names because he knows he’s not the best person for the job.) Its illogical to accept just anything.  

However, even with him being uncreative in that department, he wouldn’t accept any old name, i’m sure he’s been suggest different hero names in the past, and have probably at some point, thought up ones for himself.  It’s illogical to accept a name someone suggested, unless it had some significance to him.  I would immediately accept a name given by a close friend (and have in the past like nicknames) just on the pure significance that they gave it to me, even if it does sound lame at the time, but they picked it out just for me, and it makes it that much more special.  

Anytime the name Eraserhead, is heard or used, he’d always be reminded of who gave him the name, a constant reminder of said person. You wouldn’t want to be reminded of someone that  holds no significance in your life, every time your hero name is used.

2. The reporter scene

 now, this is based off of what @kipisz said here, and totally forgot it happened and its such a strong contender. 

Now, the scene does goes with both of them holding off the reporters. Mic leans over and says “They’re illegal trespassers you know. You can call them villains. You think we can beat ‘em up?” which AIzawa promptly replies “Don’t do it Mic,Theyll write up a bunch of half-truths about you. Let’s wait for the police.”

Now we all  know how much Aizawa loathes the media, but Yamada pretty much thrives on media and his public out look, not just as a hero but also as a radio star.  Aizawa knows how much the voice hero relies on it, and made a point to make sure they handle the reporters as well as they can. 

Now, not only are they tag teaming handling the reporters, where someone else with a better presence may have handled it. Like literally any other teacher could have handled it alone better than they could have separately. I’m sure cementoss would have done a great job at it. Now, this also leaves ‘where were the other teachers?” probably too busy to handle it, and/or both heros volunteered to make sure all the students made it into the school okay. OR the  were already inside before the reporters showed up

Alone it would have probably been an disaster, Aizawa being his underground hero self, and Mic was ready to thrown down with the reporters, but was only stopped by Aizawa. But they handled it together well, each of them balancing each other out. (this is probably more of a point towards their dynamic than anything else) 

3.USJ

This one is brief, but present mic standing in front of an injured eraserhead (while shoji is holding him) using his quirk on the incoming villains.  Coincidence that he was the one to defend them and not any of the other teachers? i think not.

4. Sports Festival

We already established that Eraser likes to be on the down low, but, he ‘decides’ (we all know he was probably forced or he just caved in after a bunch of badgering) to do announcements to an extremely public event,shown on every screen in Japan, with an extremely well known Hero. Even with him being unrecognizable,(not just including being bandaged up) its still a giant risk involved in hosting it. He’s not well known as an underground hero, but through out the announcement his hero name is used, and with a name like Eraserhead, its not too hard to figure out he can Erase quirks, (or at least something, but quiks would be the only thing i can think of that would work for hero work) 

and then mic probably did it,(my head canons on this) because

1, wanted to do it with his bf (u can translate this as boy friend or best friend, take it  as you will)

2. we all know that if eraser wasnt up there, he’d be in on the action while still wrapped up like a mummy. And he would be in the middle of all the different quirks being used, especially by year 1 students who dont have the best control/have complete control over their quirks. So mic drags him up there to get him out of the way

4. Spending his day off with Mic

now look at this post made by Deafmic, when i saw the manga of it, i never truly processed it, just more of “awh they hanging out together” and didnt think any deeper than that.

But they are completely right. Fishing with a loud person? not a good idea. FIshing with a person who’s quirk makes them louder than everyone else? Super bad idea.

Most people go fishing to relax, find some peace and quiet.But why would you bring the loudest person in existence to go fishing with you? To spend some quality time with them, and  you dont mind the tranquility of fishing being completely destroyed. Just so you can hang out with said person, outside of work. 

And in Mics perspective, he has 3 jobs, being a hero, teacher, and a radio host, he probably rarely has any free time to spare, but he spent it fishing hanging out with AIzawa

So im going to stop there, and this turned out a lot longer than i thought it would be, so apologize. 

Also apologies for any typos ive made, i kinda rushed this bc i felt bad having this in my ask box for so long. 

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He slipped up (Peter Parker X Reader)

A/n: This is my first one shot. I was rereading old scripts when I thought of this. Sorry if it turns out horribly.

Summary: Peter is the worst secret keeper you know! If you didn’t hate English before, you diffently hate it more now.

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Word count: 1,709

Y/n: Your name

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You, Peter, and Ned walked into English together. You all dreaded this class, and there were a lot of reasons why you three hated the class. It could be because Mrs. Winterhalter was always giving them a shitton of homework every night, for a freshman class and won’t hesitate to give anyone who doesn’t finish it detention and extra homework on top of the other. (Thankfully she hasn’t assigned that much due to the class’ latest project). Or it could be because your class was reading “Romeo and Juliet” and Katherine “kitty” Pryde, the meanest, most annoying girl in the entire school was playing Juliet and your best friend, Peter, was her Romeo.

“What scene are we even doing today?” You asked as you all slide into your seats. Ned looks at his agenda and laughs.

“Dude it’s the balcony scene.” He said smiling at Peter. You hear Peter mumble a small ‘fuck’ under his breath before looking up at you.

“At least you’ll be up there with me.” He smiles and places his hand on top of yours. You can feel your heart start to spead up as well as your cheeks and the tips of your ears heat up. You had an idea of what was going on, but Peter was your best friend and there was no way in hell you could ever like him like that again. You got over that crush years ago, right? You slip your hand away laughing and poking his shoulder.

“Um I may be in the scene but not till the very end and I’m not on stage once.” You said showing him the script. “See? It says,’Nurse: (inside) Juliet!’ So nice try loverboy.” You finish as the bell rings signaling the begining of class as the teacher comes in and sits at one of the desks in the circle.

“Okay students settle down and take your seats if you haven’t already. Please take out your copy’s of Romeo and Juliet and turn to Act II scene ii. And once there can I please have my Romeo and Juliet come up to the ‘stage’” you see kitty make her way up to the middle of the circle made by your class’ desks. Her blonde hair was in a high slicked back Ariana Grande inspired ponytail with a pair rose gold cat ear headband on.

“Good luck” You whisper to Peter.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to wish someone good luck?” He whispers back.

“Oh I know. I’m just hoping you choke.” You say with a mischievous glint in your eyes as he gets up to start the scene.

“Katherine, go sit in front of your seat until you enter.”

“Okay” she replies sitting on the floor in the seat across from you staring daggers into you.

“And Katherine, when it says ‘Juliet enters’ just sit on your desk.” You see kitty give her a thumbs up before Mrs. Winterhalter continues. “Whenever you’re ready Peter.”

Peter takes a deep breath before he begins. “He jets at scars that never felt a wound.” You see kitty pop up like a Jack-in-a-box and sits on her desk. Peter sees this to and continues. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Y/N is the sun.” Your nose shoots straight up out of your copy of the play as you look at Peter with surprise then look around at your classmates to see if they noticed the flub. They did. You feel a tap on your arm and turn around to face Ned.

“Did he just-“ You asked but stopped when you saw he was nodding. “And you heard it too?”

“Y/N the entire class heard it.”

“Fuck.” You said turning back into your seat as the scene went on trying to ignore everyone’s burning stare on you. You were lost in your thoughts of you just hearing what you wanted to hear and how there was no way Peter said your name until you heard something hit your desk with so much force and startling you to a point where practically jumped out of your skin. You looked up to see a very angry, and a very red kitty.

“It’s your line Y/N” she said, your name was dripped with venom when she said it.

“Sorry.” You said moving her hand off your book. “Juliet.” You said as she found her way back on her desk

“Anon good Nurse.” She said looking at you then turning back to Peter and continued, “ Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little; I will come again.” She finishes as she goes back under her desk.

“I blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard, being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.” Peter said climbing off the desk next to her.

“Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, and all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay, and follow these my lord throughout the world.”

“Madam!” You yell with your eyes still on your book desperately trying to ignore kitty’s glare on you.

“I come, anon!” She says to you, then turns back to Peter. “But if thou mean’st not well, I do beseech thee-“

“Madam!” I say to her a little angrier and close your book, your part was done.

“By and by I come!” She yells back to me and turns her attention back to Peter. “To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief. Tomorrow I will send.”

“So thrive my soul-“ Peter says softly almost to a whisper. You feel your heart start to flutter and your stomach starts doing summersaults. It then finally hit you: you still really liked Peter, and since he said your name instead of Juliet. Does that mean he likes you back?

“A thousand times good night!” Kitty sinks back down to the ground to indicate she’s inside.

“A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”

Kitty pops up on her desk once more. “PHist! Romeo, PHist!”

“My sweet?” He says running back towards her, and you nonverbally gag when you heard him say that to her. You look over to Ned to find him quietly chuckling, and you know Ned is never going to let him live that line down.

“I have forgot why I did call thee back.” Kitty says pretending to tuck a lose strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Let me stand here till thou remember it.” Peter says crossing his arms and firmly planting his worn out Nike’s on the floor.

“I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, remembering how I love thy company.”

“And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget...”

“‘Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.” She places a quick kiss on peter’s cheek (and leaving a bright red mark), who was back sitting on the desk next to hers before sitting on the floor again.

“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in they breast. Would I were to sleep and peace so sweet to rest. Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell.” He says running to his desk to show the scene was done.

“Okay great job, Peter, Katherine, and Y/N.” Mrs. Winterhalter said getting up. So we’re going to run this scene again tomorrow. But off book okay? So if you’re in this scene, tonight’s homework is to memorize your lines. And if your not, I want you to translate this scene into modern day. So for example, ‘He jets at scars that never felt a wound’ would translate to: ‘why he making fun of me?!’” The bell finally rings, which is music to your ears. After you guys finish packing up your stuff, you start to head out to lunch only to be stopped by Mrs. Winterhalter. “Oh and Peter. Everyone is well aware that Y/N is a very pretty girl, but can please stick to the written word tomorrow? Thank you.” Peter never looked more confused in his life.

“What was she talking about?” He asked you both when you guys left the classroom. You looked down at your feet not able to find the strength to look Peter in the eye, and brought your arms up to hug yourself. Thankfully Ned saw this and stepped up.

“Dude you said Y/N instead of Juliet.”

“What!? No I didn’t!” He said stepping back.

“Yes you did my sweet” he chuckled at Peter’s new nickname. Peter looked at you and saw how small and flushed you looked and mentally kicked himself. How could he be so stupid! He moved closer to you and placed his hands on your arms.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me! I-“

“Peter?” You interrupted him, the possibility of Peter liking you back was nagging at your mind.

“Yes?”

“Is there a possibility the reason you said my name insead of Juliet, is because you have a crush on me?” You said looking into his beautiful brown pools. You saw his cheeks turn slightly pink as he nodded.

“Yes.” He whispered. You smiled when he said that, and you felt like you could breath agian it was as if 30lbs were lifted off your shoulders. “So you know that I like you, buuuut.” He said shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants and his shoulders meeting his ears, causing his neck to disappear.

“But?”

“I don’t know if you like me back.” You smiled at the tall, timid, brown eyes, brown curly haired boy standing before you.

“Peter.” You say as your hands meet his wrists, pulling them out his pockets causing his shoulders to relax. “How’s this for an answer?” Your hands leave his wrists and move to his cheeks as you pull him down into a soft, feathery, quick kiss.

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Your writing is awesome. Any fun shipping involving Michael and Ryan in an Airport related AU? (Based off that list you reblogged)

Hey, anon, anon, you’re awesome. :-P. That being said, uh, this…became less of a prompt and more of an entire fic. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted! (I chose ‘we have the same luggage and didn’t check the tags before we left so i’m calling you to exchange suitcases (and you also had some interesting things in your bag so i’m excited to meet you) au’ from the list!) 

Thank you for prompting, though! I do hope you like it! 

The phone rings awayand Michael holds it between ear and shoulder as he scratches hischin with a yawn. Late morning sunlight splashes over his livingroom, over the plush rug and the stale sofas he hasn’t sat on in aweek.

Michael lowers hisbowl of cereal to the table to flip over the rubbery luggage tagagain, rubbing his thumb over the brand name and drifting over thename messily scrawled in under the plastic covering.

The phone connectsand Michael snaps to attention, listening carefully to the silence onthe other end.

“Hello?”

“…Yeah?” Ascratchy voice replies, thick with sleep. And probably jetlag,whoops.

“Ryan?”

“…Is this Jack?”

“Uh, no, this is –I’m Michael. We, uh, we seem to have the wrong luggage.”

“Yeah, I figuredthat out when I saw the Amiibos. Give me a second.”

– 

“So, you livein Austin too. Thank god you weren’t connecting.”

“Yeah,thankfully.”  

“…I gottaask, what’s with the knives?”

“They’re –for a friend.”

“A friend?”

“Shut up.”

“And what’swith the makeup?”

“Okay, that’sdefinitely for afriend.”

Michael waitspatiently in the window seat at Starbucks, scrolling idly through hisphone as he waits for this Ryanto show up with his luggage.

“GavinDipshit Free?” Someone asks, tearing Michael from his screen as helooks up to see – well, who must presumably be Ryan,a charming smile and a polite hand extended and Michael’s suitcaseby his legs.

“It’sfor his birthday,” Michael says, grinning back as he shakes Ryan’shand and gestures for him to sit across. Ryanlaughs lightly and rolls his suitcase over under the table –Michael pushes Ryan’s over, and with their own luggage safelytucked next to their legs, they start up a mild conversation. Afterall, Michael does have somequestions.

“Thepotpourri was a nice touch,” Ryan says.

“Yeah,well, I’m not gonna let my dirty socks stink it up, that’s justgross.”

“Iappreciated it. Sorry I couldn’t return the favour.”

“Nah,you were fine. The body glitter is a little questionable, though, Imean, what are you, a stripper? Entertainer?”

Michaelshoots him a teasing little smile and Ryan laughs, shaking his head.

“No,uh, I was at a – convention. With a friend.” Ryan’s eyes driftover to Michael’s forearm and seem to light up a touch, his smilegrowing wider when he speaks. “The one over in Vegas? Theypremiered Far - “

“FarCry, yeah!” Michael says at the same time. “So, cosplayer?”

Ryanlifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug.

“Myfriend’s more into it than me,” he says. “At least, she putsway more effort in. The glitter was for her Overwatch day.”

“Whatwas yours?”

“Booker.From – Bioshock - “ Ryan grins when Michael starts eagerlynodding along, leaning forward on his elbows.

“Well,you gotta show me pictures now,” he says.

“I– eh, they’re not great,”Ryan says, pulling out his phone nonetheless. “Although Meg did doa pretty great Elizabeth.” He leans in a little to whisperdramatically as he opens his phone. “The photographer, however, alittle overpriced,I think.”

“Aw,dude, I know photography people!” Michael exclaims, hunching overRyan’s phone when he brings up the photos to show him. “Oh, thoseare good, yeah, shereally is a great Elizabeth.” He glances up at Ryan a little slyly.“And you’re a great Booker.”

Ryanclears his throat and flushes the faintest pink, murmuring his thanksas Michael zooms in on details.

“Didyou make the costumes?” He asks.

“Ah,no, that’s more Meg’s deal.”

“Dude,listen, next time you need a photographer, hit me up, I know a fewpeople,” Michael says, turning the phone back around. “I mean,Gavin’s all over that shit.”

“GavinDipshit Free?”

“Theone and only.”

Michaelbreaks into friendly laughter and Ryan shares it, pocketing his phoneand shifting a little in his seat.

“Hey,uh, listen, let me get you coffee and you can tell me more about yourcrushed snowglobes?” Ryan asks, something hesitant in his tone.

“Yeah,yeah, that’d be – great,” Michael says, and Ryan’s pleasedlittle smile is incrediblyendearing. God, it’s only been half an hour and Michael’s alreadythoroughly impressed with the man.

“Hey,wait,” Michael says, catching Ryan’s arm before he walks past. “Idon’t know your last name.”

“Haywood,”Ryan says, turning to shake Michael’s hand again. “Ryan Haywood.”

“Jones.Michael Jones,” Michaelreplies, clasping his hand to Ryan’s and grinning at the littlefirm shake Ryan gives.

– 

“Ithought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow,” Ryansays as he pulls his bag off the carousel – checks the tag andshows Michael to prove it.

“Eh,there was a snowstorm comin’,” Michael says, shoving his hands inhis pockets and shivering a little in the chill of the airport.“Bumped all our flights either earlier or later. Figured I’drather lose a day on hotel fees than getting stuck in Jersey foranother week.”

Ryanhums in agreement and pushes his beanie up out of his eyes, pullingup the handleon his suitcase to lean against it as he waits with Michael.

“Convention?”Michael asks. Ryan nods.

“Meetanyone interesting?” Michael teases, has done ever since he foundout Ryan has a penchant – ormore of a habit - ofaccidentally flirtingwith people.

“…notthere,” Ryan says, giving him a strange glance. Michaelignores the little skip in his heartbeat and nods, carefully watchingthe conveyor belt for his bag.

Itrattles up to them and Michael lunges for it, wrestling it off thebelt with exaggerated grunts as Ryan laughs behind him, steadying himwith a hand on his shoulder asMichael yanks the handleup.

They’reonly barely out of customs when something jumps Michael from behind,sending him stumbling forward a few steps and shouting an irritated“Gavin!” when he identifies who exactly is squeaking in his ear.

“Gavin,you fuck, I just got off a plane!” Michael yells, laughing anywaywhen Gavin slides off his back to come around his front, practicallybouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Michaelboi!” He exclaims, fiddling with a slim, wrapped gift in his handsand ecstatically presenting it to Michael. “Happy birthday!”

“It’syour birthday?” Ryan asks as Michael accepts the gift.

“Isthis Ryan? LovelyRyan?” Gavin asks cheekily – Michael hisses out a noand Gavin only grins wider, giving Ryan a quick once-over and holdinghis hand out to shake.

“I’veheard a lot about you,” Gavin says calmly. Michael glares at him.

Heknows too much. Michael’s going to have to snap his neck.

“Anyway,boi, didn’t want you to miss out on your birthday!” Gavin says.Michael smiles and tears openthe paper – and his jaw drops open, much to Gavin’s cleardelight.

“Holyshit, Gav!” Hebreathes, ripping the rest of the paper away and stuffing itcarelessly into his pocket as he flips over the copy of Far Cry, thenew one that came out only a month ago, just before he met Ryan. “Ican’t believe you got this for me!”

“Yeah,well, Jeremy can’t, either,” Gavin replies, tapping the cover.“It’s from him as well, but only if you let him play with you.”

“JesusChrist, thanks, Gavin,” Michael says, staring at the cover indisbelief. “…feel kinda bad for ruining your snowglobes now.”

“Nah,it’s fine! They were top! Worked great in the hammer smashin’video.”

“The– hammer…smashing?” Ryan asks, and Gavin turns to tell him allabout his slo-mo channel andMichael drools over the game.

Ryanends up sharing their taxi home, deep in a playful argument withGavin that only gets more ridiculous the longer the night goes on.

– 

“’ello?”

“Ryan?”

“Michael,”Ryan says cheerfully, something rustling in his background. “What’sup?”

“I– think I have something of yours,” Michael says, slowly turningthe envelope over in his hand. “It’sa – con ticket?”

“Nope,that’s yours,” Ryan says. He briefly pulls the phone away tocroon something to his dog.

“Mine?”

“Meghad an extra,” Ryan says lightly. “Said I could give it towhoever I wanted.”

“Areyou – serious?” Michael asks. Ryan goes silent for a moment.

“Thoughtit would be a good first date,” Ryan says. “If you – wanted itto be that. We can just go as friends, it’s okay - “

“Thecoffee wasn’t our first?” Michael jokes, his heart squeezing upin his chest and Ryan’s bright, happy laugh doesn’t help.

“Seconddate, then,” Ryan concedes. “Youin?”

“I– yeah, yeah, I’m in.”

– 

Michaelcurses loudly when he reads the tag on the bag he picked up andglances sadly back at the customs gate, at the strict security guardskeeping a rigid eye on the people. Ryan’sstill in the air right now, a fuck-up with the seating chart andoverbooking meaning he got the next flight but his luggage got thisone – and Michael’s a tired, travel-weary idiot who forgot tocheck the tag.

Atleast this time it’s not as bad – Ryan should be over in a fewhours, but until then Michael’s stuck with his stuff inan unfamiliar hotel in an unfamiliar city with no more clothes thanthe ones on his back.

Michael’sphone rings hours later, while he’s flipping carelessly through TVchannels and seriouslyconsidering raiding the con snacks he knows Ryan has in his bag.

“Hey,”he says, putting it on speakerphone and muting the TV.

“Propertyof Michael Jones,” Ryan reads out. “Austin, Texas.”

“Yeah,shut up, okay, so I got the wrong bag,” Michael grumbles. Ryanlaughs and car horns honk behind him.

“Youshould really be more careful about this,” Ryan teases. “Or get adifferent bag.”

“Youget a different bag!”

– 

Michael’scostume is only loosely a cosplay, some scraps he put together tomake a semi-decent modern Link sort of thing – Ryan assures himit’s plenty fine, but when Michael sees Meg’s Zelda heimmediately realises he’s way out of his depth.

Still,he walks into that damn convention centre with a BJ Blazkowicz Ryanon his right and an Ocarina Zelda on his left, and determinednot to fuck up their costumes somehow.

It’samazing. It’s goddamn amazing and Ryan and Meg hit up all the gamebooths with him and the overpriced stalls – they split up for a fewpanels, Meg finds her other friends and splits for lunch while Ryanleads Michael outside to get some air and refuel, pulling snacks outof his hefty jacket with a grin and setting his guns aside to pullout some bottles of water.

“Ohgod thank you,”Michael gasps, cracking one open and downing half of it in one go asRyan chuckles beside him, tearing open the fruit snacks and tippingthem into his mouth without touching his grimed-up gloves.

Theyconverse quietly against the warm railing, basking in the sun andsharing snacks as they laugh and talk – at one point Michael inchescloser and Ryan twists a little to face him better and Michael’sheart does backflipswhen Ryan smiles at him.

“What’veyou got planned next, big guy?” Michael asks, a bottle danglingfrom his fingers as Ryan shrugs and looks him over.

“Inthe next hour or in the next minute?” He asks.

“Youplan to the minute?”

“Somethings.” Ryan’s eyes drop to Michael’s lips and – oh– oh, that’s whathe means. Michael nervously licks his lips and Ryan’s cheeks flushthat familiar faint pink again when Michael steps even closer, barelyany space between them.

“Sowhat is your plan for the next minute?” Michael asks, tilting hishead.

Inresponse, Ryan simply cups his jaw and leans in for a gentle kiss,softly pressing their lips together and then a little harder whenMichael sighs against him, butterflies dancing in his chest at thesimple, electric touchof Ryan’s mouth.

Ryanhums contentedly and Michael places a hand on his neck to encouragehim closer, captivated by theslow way Ryan sinks into him, the easy way his lips move andMichael’s just aboutto open his mouth -

Acamera shutter goes off and startles them into each other, Ryan’sforehead bashing against Michael’s and Michael’s nose rubbed inthe makeupped grime on Ryan’s cheek.

Michaelsprings apart to snap at the assholephotographer and finds it none other than hisasshole photographer, with that stupid happy grin and that stupidexpensive camera and –

“Gavinwhat the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Meginvited me,” he says simply, tongue poking out between his lips.

“Didyou know about this?” Michael asks, whirling on an awfullysheepish Ryan.

“Maybe,”he allows. “He was –going to take pictures later, for us.”

Michaelsquints at him.

“Ididn’t know he’d do this!”Ryan protests, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It’sa good photo, though,” Gavin adds, stepping forward to showMichael. “’S sweet.”

“Youasshole,” Michaelmutters, grabbing the camera to turn the screen towards him. Fuck,it is a good photo.Fuck Gavin and his fuckingamazing photography skills.

“Asshole,”Michael murmurs again, more reluctantly, and Ryan peers over hisshoulder to study the picture.

“It’sgood,” Ryan says, glancing up at Gavin. “Great shot.”

“Thanks,Ryan,” Gavin chirps, grinningsmugly at Michael. “See? He’snice.”

“HeyRyan, stop encouraging dipshit.”

“Oi!”

– 

“Hey.”

“Hey,what’s up?”

“Eh,nothing much, just callin’. How’reyou?”

“Yeah,yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for Friday, by the way, it was really fun.”

“Yeah,it was for – me, too. Thanks for letting me stay over.”

“I,uh – of course. Yeah.”

“SorryI stole your shirt.”

“Bringit back next time and we’re even.”

“…justbring it back?”

“Wearit.”

“Thatsounds like the Ryan I know.” A pause. “Oh, yeah, actually, I didcall to say something.”

“Hm?”

“Igot a new bag.”

“I– really?”

“Yeah,it’s bright fuckin’ red, can’t be missed.”

“I,uh, I got a new one, too.”

“Ohyeah? What colour?”

“…red.”

“Ryan.”

“No,wait, wait – what brand is yours?”

“It’sAL, it’s the, uh, the AL All-day large - “

“ -large compartment storage case?”

“Michael?”

“…”

“Michael?”

“Areyou telling me we got the same fucking bag,Ryan goddamn Haywood?!”

“Greatminds think alike?”

“Thesame fucking bag?!”

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Very soon, I hope. We have about 30 headcanons to answer. After that is done, we'll open the askbox again. But, real life has taken a hold of all the admins and we are a bit slow.  Personally, I re-entered to school and I’m currently trying to find time to write academic papers, my own fanfic and headcanons. So just wait for a bit, okay? ~Admin Night School starts soon for me, fam. Gotta get them books, gotta sharpen those pencils. Plus-plus I got work. Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough! - Admin Marx 

The saddest thing with Sasuke is that he has absolutely no idea of what is a healthy relationship, neither friendly, familial nor romantic.  I love Itachi with all my heart, but I think we can all agree he screwed Sasuke up pretty badly; and when he realized, he was dead and there wasn't much to do.  Naruto doesn't seem to care about Sasuke but about the idealized version he created, the same with Sakura. No one thinks is important to acknowledge all the awful stuff Konoha did -not only Danzo, Sarutobi ignored the whole tension and Massacre-. No one cares about justice or closure. I already started to digress, lol.  He NEEDS a healthy relationship, a person that would help him grow and would notice his feelings and wants instead of beating him numb. So yeah, I think he needs someone that will love him unconditionally but will also respect his boundaries and demand respect for theirs. Anon, I feel exactly the same. Poor baby Sasuke needs a protection squad. ~Admin Night

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@ninjaheroes​ The blog is relatively new. Admin Vann writes wonderful sfw and nsfw headcanons and there are also lots of scenarios! The write for Naruto and Boku no Hero Academia. 

@jay-and-joy-write-naruto They are also very new. The two admins write about Naruto, they have those looong headcanons I think we all adore. Inbox is open. <3

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@hiddenleaflove​ They write scenarios, headcanons and also have this super cute prompts. Don't write for Akatsuki, tho. I think (not sure, don't kill me if I'm wrong) the admins are catching up with Naruto (which is a monstrous task, for obvious filler reasons). Askbox currently open.

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@naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki​ I think they only write scenarios but the blog is very active.  SimplyPlain, the admin, writes very well the characters. I especially like their portray of Sai.

@scenariosofkonoha​They do scenarios and headcanons. Those type of scenarios that are complete, long, oneshots, a feature that's always appreciated. Askbox is open.

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Acting//Kyungsoo Scenario

Title: Acting//Kyungsoo Scenario

Word Count: 3436

Request: (Anon) Hi!! I've been wanting to ask this for quite some time. Do you think you can write a scenario where you play as kyungsoos sister on a drama but outside of it you fall in love with each other? Thank you!

A/N: Here you go anon! I’m so sorry this took so long! (and im sorry for the terrible title i suck at them) I just wanted to say the actors names I used in here are completely random, there’s no drama that they’re staring in together! I merely just chose them because I like them! If you guys like this scenario, then please check out my masterlists and feel free to request fake texts or scenarios for any of the 4 groups I write for. Thank you!

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The ringing of your phone startles you as you snap out of your daze and rush to pick it up.

“Hello?” you greet nervously.

“Y/N! YOU GOT A PART!” your manger exclaims. You squeal and smile really big, absolutely ecstatic that you were able to score a part in SBS’s upcoming drama. 

“Which part did I get?” You ask, your voice full of excitement.

“You will be playing the role of the male lead’s sister!” She replies. “The role of the sister does have a pretty decent amount of screen time and lines though, i’d even consider her as a main character!” You can’t believe you managed to get such a good role as a relatively rookie actress and are extremely satisfied with the part.

“Awesome! Do you know who the male lead is yet?” You question. 

“You’re not gonna believe me when I tell you.” She replies, and you can practically feel the smile on her face.

“Oh my gosh, who is it?” You ask, once again anxious.

“Do Kyungsoo!” She replies with enthusiasm. You almost drop your phone when you hear the name come out of her mouth.

“Do Kyungsoo?! Like Exo’s Do Kyungsoo?!” You reply, your jaw hanging open in shock.

“Yes! Can you believe it?! You got a good part in a drama with Do Kyungsoo as the lead male! This is insane! Do you realize how many people are going to be watching you act because of him?” She replies.

You feel faint as you consider just how much attention this drama is going to get solely because of him. Although you’re merely playing his sister, tons of people are going to see what you’re capable of when it comes to your acting skills. You seriously hope you don’t get too nervous around Kyungsoo though, since you are in fact a huge fan of Exo. “This can’t be real!” You reply in utter disbelief.

“But it is!” Your manager replies. “And tomorrow you will be meeting with the cast for the script reading of the pilot!” 

“What?! Already?!” You scream, jumping out of your chair. “I’m not mentally prepared for this, oh my gosh. What am I gonna do?” 

“Y/N, you’re an amazing actress, you can do this! Now go relax, you have to be well rested for the script reading tomorrow!” 

“Ok, ok, I will eat some dinner and then head straight to bed! Goodnight!” You reply.

“Goodnight! Congrats again!” You manager says before hanging up. You place your phone down on the table in front of you, and just stare forward, still trying to process what just happened. This whole thing feels like a dream! You got a main part in an SBS drama that has Exo’s Kyungsoo in it! Excited for tomorrow, you quickly eat something and then decide to go straight to bed.

~

The next morning, you and your manager are in the car on the way to the script reading. The palms of your hands are clammy as you think about what’s about to happen. In no time, you and your manager arrive at the building the script reading is being held in and make your way in side. You’re looking down at the floor as you try and take deep breaths to help you calm down. It’s just a script reading! Your manager leads you into a room with a long table with just a few people sitting at it and a bunch of name tags. Spotting your name, you begin to head over to your seat until you’re stopped by who you recognize to be the producer of the show.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you! We’re so excited to have you playing Yerin!” He says, bowing.

You bow in return before replying, “Thank you so much for giving me the honor of playing this part! I can’t wait to see the script!”

“I think you’ll like it! Your script is right over at your name tag. We’ll begin the script reading once all of the actors and actresses arrive.” He finishes.

“Alright, thank you!” You smile, continuing the walk over to your name tag. You look at the name tags you’re in between and notice that you’ll be sitting next to Kyungsoo, whose character is named Minho and Park Hyungsik, who is playing a character named Jinyoung. Your hear beat increases a bit knowing that you’re going to be in such a close proximity of such famous people. Deciding it’s best not to worry about it, you take a seat and begin to look over the front page of your script.

“Kim Yerin: Y/N L/N

The sister of Minho. Minho and Yerin are extremely close siblings, and she is one of the main obstacles in the way of Minho and Nayeon being together. Minho will not date anyone without Yerin’s approval, so Nayeon spends a decent amount of time towards the end of the drama when her and Minho get together, trying to convince Yerin and Dahyun that she’s the right girl for their brother and son. However, in addition to being the loving sister of Minho, Yerin is the target of Minho’s friend Jinyoung’s affections. Though she doesn’t fall for him at first, the two eventually end up together in the end.” 

You finish reading the description of your character, absolutely shocked at what a significant role you seem to have. You learn that Nayeon, the female lead, will be played by IU and Jinyoung, the character played by Park Hyungsik, is actually your love interest! You’re shocked how you were able to receive a part in a drama that will have such a famous cast! The first of those three people to arrive is actually Kyungsoo. As soon as you see him walk in your palms start to sweat. He’s even better looking in real life than he is on screen! Luckily, you have a little bit of time to mentally prepare yourself while he’s talking to the producer. You know you have to act all calm and collected around him because you don’t want to make a bad first impression. You guys are going to be working together for a while, so you want to make sure he doesn’t think you’re a weirdo. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice Kyungsoo starting to make his way over to his seat and towards you.

“Hi, I’m Do Kyungsoo and I will be playing your brother Minho in the drama. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says to you politely with a bow. You immediately stand up and bow in return. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too! I’m Y/N L/N and I will playing the role of your sister Yerin! But I think you know that already...” You laugh nervously, getting your first real look at his face. You swear you’ve never seen anyone who is this perfect.

“Yes! I just figured since that’s what is says on your name tag.” He laughs, pointing towards it. 

“Oh, right.” You laugh in return, slightly embarrassed and extremely nervous.

“So, I heard from the producer that you’re a relatively new actress!” He states, shocking you that he actually is trying to make conversation.

“Yes, actually! I’d consider this my biggest role so far, and although I’m nervous, I’m very excited to see where this goes!” You reply, more calm then you were a bit ago.

“Well, congratulations and I’m sure you’ll do great. I was extremely nervous my first big role too, so I understand how you feel.”

“Thank you! Also, you’re such an amazing actor and performer though!” You reply, and you almost see a hint of a blush on his face. “I forgot to say it when I greeted you, but I’m a fan of Exo too.” You say shyly.

“You’re very sweet, thank you for all of the compliments.” He smiles at you. You’re too stunned by his smile to respond, but luckily, you don’t have too. Hyungsik approaches the two of you and bows.

“Hi, I’m Park Hyungsik and I will be playing the role of Jinyoung. It’s a pleasure to meet the two of you.” He states. You two bow in return an introduce yourselves. Everyone makes small talk for a while until finally everyone is there and the script reading can start.

The script reading goes well and the producer begins to give out some filming schedules. You find out that the filming starts as soon as tomorrow and you have to be there pretty early in the morning to get styled for recording. This is a scary experience, but you find it extremely exciting looking at how far you’ve come. The cast and crew were all very nice and you just know that you’re going to have a great time working with them.

~

Your reflection stares back at you as you watch the stylists work on your hair and makeup. The first day of recording is a big deal and you feel very jittery. The stylists finish up and you look at yourself in the mirror. “This is it.” You think to yourself. You walk into the set while looking at your lines. The first scene you would be filming would in fact be with Kyungsoo. The scene will take place in your house and the two of you will basically be introducing your characters through a conversation with each other. While looking over your script, Kyungsoo walks up from behind you and taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey Y/N! Are you ready for this?” He asks, seeing the clear anxiety on your face.

“I think I’m ready! I just really want to know my lines so I don’t mess up.” You reply, still reading over your script.

Kyungsoo pushes your script down making you look up at him. “I’m sure you won’t mess up; however, we can run our lines together if you’d like to practice.” He offers.

“That would be great, thank you so much!” You smile. The two of you go sit down and run the scene together. The both of you pretty much have it down pat and you begin to make small talk. You’re happy the two of you are getting along so well since you feel like that will make your acting all the more believable. You find out that the two of you have very similar interests and even decide to exchange numbers. 

Eventually, the director calls the two of you to set. You and Kyungsoo get in to position and wait for your cue.

“Action!” The director calls.

The two of you run through the scene very smoothly. Although you’ve only known him for a very short time, acting with him seemed to come very naturally.

“That was great guys! I think we could move on to the next scene already!” The director says, making you smile. The first day of your first big role in a drama and you’ve already completed a scene at first take. 

“Wow, first take! That’s awesome!” Kyungsoo says walking over to you.

“Yeah I know! I still can’t believe this is happening!” You reply, sitting down on the floor because why not. 

Kyungsoo sits down next to you and asks, “What?”

“This whole thing! It’s just so unbelievable that I was able to receive such a good role in what is expected to be an incredible drama with a great cast!”

Kyungsoo just smiles, intrigued by how innocent you still are. He finds himself thinking your innocence is adorable. “Well I guess it’s time to believe it now, huh?” He says. “Come on, let’s go get ready for our next scene.”

The rest of the day goes on just as smoothly as the morning. You and Kyungsoo are getting more and more comfortable around each other, and you’ve become rather friendly with Hyungsik and IU as well. You honestly don’t think this day could’ve gone any better.

When you return home, you get a text notification informing you that you’ve been put into a group chat. You look to see that a group chat has been put together by Hyungsik with you, Kyungsoo, and IU in it. The four of you instantly fall into silly conversation and you wonder to yourself how you’ve managed to get so lucky.

~

It’s weeks into filming now, and you and the rest of the cast are closer than ever. You guys text all the time, and sometimes you guys will even hang out outside of set. Especially you and Kyungsoo. You don’t know what happened, but the two of you just managed to hit it off very well. During the weeks of filming, getting to know Kyungsoo so well has made you start to develop feelings for him. You find yourself spending time throughout the day thinking about his smile, his laugh, his voice, etc. Nobody really knows about your crush except IU though. You felt like you could trust her, since the two of you have gotten pretty close.

Today, you couldn’t help but feel extremely nervous. Today is gonna be your first ever kiss scene. You know you shouldn’t be so scared since it’s just acting, but you really can’t help it. It’ll be your first time ever kissing someone in front of a camera, AND a bunch of people are going to see it! You’re quietly watching the crew set up the set for you and Hyungsik’s kissing scene when Kyungsoo comes over and takes a seat next to you.

“You seem extremely nervous.” He says.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, quietly.

“Just a little bit, but there’s no reason to be nervous! Hyungsik is our good friend!” He says with a little smile, but it feels to you as if he’s hiding something.

“I know, but it’s my first ever kissing scene! I think i’m aloud to be a little nervous.” You say, slightly laughing.

“Yeah, you’re right. But I know for a fact that you’re going to do great. You always do!” He says encouragingly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. You know that he’s just trying to help, but it’s almost as if he’s making it worse. Kyungsoo’s managed to make you even more nervous by wrapping his arm around you, and now your heart is beating a lot faster then normal. The moment between the two of you is interrupted by the director calling you and Hyungsik to set. You get up and begin walking over to the set with Kyungsoo.

“Don’t worry, you got this! If you feel like you’re getting too nervous, just try and look for me. I’ll be standing right here the whole time.” He says. Shocking him, you lean in and give him a hug.

“Thank you Kyungsoo, really. For everything.” You say against his chest. Now it’s his turn for his heart beat to increase. He feels all giddy and happy with you in his arms and doesn’t want to let go.

“Of course Y/N. Now go. You’ve got this!” He says, sadly releasing you. As soon as he let you go and walk over to Hyungsik, he just now realized that he’s really gonna have to watch the girl he likes kiss another man. He knows it’s just acting, and he’s friends with Hyungsik but still. 

“Action!” The director yells. 

Kyungsoo watches the scene unfold and feels his jealousy begin to creep up. He watches you intently and when he sees your eyes look over to him for a second, he forces on a smile.

You’re mind is in chaos and you listen to Hyungsik passionately reciting his lines. Suddenly, he pushes you against the wall, lightly holds your cheek, and leans in to kiss you. You know you should be focusing on acting into the kiss, but all that’s apparent to you is Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. The kiss scene finally ends when the director yells, “Cut! That was really great guys! We can move on!”

You smile, extremely thankful that the scene is now over. Hyungsik gives you a hug saying you did a great job, since he also knew how nervous you were. You thank him and go to speak to Kyungsoo, but notice he’s not where he was during the scene. Confused, you go to look for him and find him in the corner the two of you always sit in when not busy.

“Hey Y/N, you did great.” He says with a small smile, but you instantly notice that something is off about him. You sit down next to him and lean your head on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You ask concerned. When he doesn’t answer, you look up to see that he seems reluctant to tell you something.

“You can tell me, I promise I won’t tell anyone or judge you for it!” You say giving him a small smile. “But if you really don’t want to, you don’t have to.” 

“I just feel a little...” He starts.

“A little...” You reply, hoping to get him to finish his sentence.

“Jealous.” He finishes quietly.

“Jealous? Of who?” You say, oblivious.

“I’m jealous that Hyungsik got to kiss you.” He confesses, looking down at his knees.

“You... You are?” You say, shocked.

“Yes.” He replies. “I wanted to be the one to kiss you...” 

“You did?” You reply, wincing at the fact that that’s all you could say right now.

“Look Y/N, we’ve gotten really close over the past few weeks, and the closer we’ve gotten, the stronger my feelings for you have gotten. I really like you.” Kyungsoo says, never looking up from his knees.

“Kyungsoo, I have feelings for you too.” You say looking at him.

“You do?” He asks, finally looking up at your face. You smile when you finally see him.

“Yes, I do. I have since we started filming.” You respond.

“Wow.” He states staring forward. “So how would you feel about going on a date tonight then?” He questions, looking into your eyes with a smile.

“I would love to.” 

~

You smooth your hands down your dress as you look into the mirror one last time. Tonight is the first award show you will be attending since the release of your drama, and you couldn’t be more nervous. Kyungsoo comes up and wraps his arms around your waist, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“You look stunning babe.” He says, making your face turn bright red.

Kyungsoo asked you to be his girlfriend right after your first date and the two of you have been happily dating ever since. Although, the public is just newly aware of your relationship.

“Thank you love.” You smile, spinning around to give him what was meant to a quick kiss. However, he holds you in place and kisses you with more strength than you had originally intended.

“I’m so nervous for tonight.”

“There’s no need to be nervous. It’s no big deal if you don’t win!” He says, but he leans in and whispers in your ear, “But I know that you’re definitely going to win.”

Your face turns red again as you break out of his hold to grab your bag.

“Ok, let’s go.” You say. Kyungsoo nods and grabs your hand leading you to the door.

The two of your arrive at the award show and cameras start flashing as soon as the two of you walk out. Kyungsoo has told you many times to just ignore the cameras and walk forwards, so that’s exactly what you did. The two of you pose separately once and then together once before heading inside to go sit. The two of you greet the rest of your cast with hugs and begin to watch the show.

Finally, it’s time for the rookie actress award, the one you’re nominated for. The nominees are announced and then the presenter goes to open the envelope. Your heart is beating insanely fast and you wait for them to announce the name.

“And the award goes to... Y/N L/N!” Your whole cast shoots up instantly and starts congratulating you and showering you with hugs. Kyungsoo gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and then you’re walking up to the stage. With your heart still beating insanely fast, you being to make your speech. Once you’re finished, everyone is applauding for you and you make your way back down to your seat. 

You sit down and Kyungsoo leans over and whispers into your ear, “What did I tell you?” You just smile and lean over to give him a kiss, and you know now that you’re the happiest you’ll ever be.

[colesterstrudel]

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Dean Ambrose/OC: Your baby isn’t so much a baby anymore, and she has some news to tell you. FLUFFFF. Sequel to Late Night Chat and Meet the Roster.

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“Mom, when's dad coming home?” Jennifer asked, sitting across from me on the couch.

I lowered the book I was reading, looking at our daughter. She was 17, nearing 18, and had grown so fast. It was crazy to think that it felt like just yesterday I found Dean talking to her in her crib, that we took her around to meet the roster. She grew too fast.

“He should be home tonight. That's what he told me,” I replied. At 47, Dean was still going strong in the ring. I joked about how we'd have to bury him with a ring. But I loved that he was still doing what he loved, that he was doing what meant so much to him. “What's up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just um, had something to tell you guys. And I want to tell you together,” she explained, not meeting my gaze.

“Can I get a hint of what it is?” I asked, eyes narrowed at her.

“Um, I don't think so,” Jennifer said, shaking her head. “I need you two together.”

“Jennifer, are you pregnant?” I gasped, worry in my head. “Because we can handle it but I need to know.”

“God, mom. No, I'm not pregnant!” Her eyes rolled so far back in her head I was sure they would pop out. “Is that all you could think of?”

“Well, you're an adorable teenage girl, my baby,” I defended. “I don't know what's happening in your life.”

“Okay well I'm almost an adult. And you know I would tell you if there was something going on with anyone in my life.”

“Or your dad,” I cut in, smiling. She could never deny the fact she had a favorite parent. It had been Dean since she was born. And to this day, it remains the same.

“Exactly. So no. I'm not pregnant. I just have something I need to tell you and dad,” Jennifer explained, standing up from her place on the couch. “So just uh, let me know when he gets here, please?”

I nodded as she left, knowing full well that she would know Dean was home long before I would be able to call her attention to it. She always knew.

I heard a car door slam in the garage and I looked up from the coffee maker, ready to call for Jennifer. I didn’t have to, however, as she came tearing down the stairs and through the kitchen to the garage door. She ripped it open, yelling, “Dad!” as she did.

That had been the routine for as long as I could remember. Jennifer was always the first to greet Dean when he came home, always. It was impossible to beat her to the door. I knew when I told him all those years ago that he would be her favorite, I was right.

“Hey!” he greeted, ruffling her hair with one hand as they came into the kitchen.

“Did you have a good time?” Jennifer asked, sitting at the table.

Dean dropped his bag right inside the door and walked over to give me a quick kiss in greeting. “I did,” he answered with a nod of his head.

“Good, so you’re in a good mood?” Jennifer’s hands were shaking slightly when I looked over at her, her eyes wide and nervous.

“I am,” Dean replied slowly. “Why?”

“Can you sit down? You too, mom,” Jennifer added, gesturing to the seats in front of her at the table.

Dean shot me a questioning glance and I shrugged in response. He let out a sigh, grabbing my hand and leading me to the table.

“What’s on your mind sweetie?” I asked her after we got situated.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” she began, fiddling with her fingers. “And I want you guys to hear me out before you freak out, okay?”

“Are you pregnant?” Dean asked, shooting up out of his seat.

“Dad!” Jennifer huffed.

“No, honey. She’s not pregnant,” I assured him, grabbing his hand to pull him back down into his seat. “We promise to listen,” I told Jennifer.

She nodded, continuing with her story. “I’ve thought about it a lot. I didn’t want to make a decision halfheartedly. It was important for me to know exactly what this decision I’m making would be. And I’ve thought about it, I’ve been talking to Uncle Romana and Uncle Seth and….I want to be a wrestler.” Jennifer finally looked up at the two of us, her eyes wide with hope. I opened my mouth then closed it quickly, turning to Dean to get his opinion on things. Instead of answering Jennifer, he stood up from the table and walked away, leaving the two of us in the kitchen. Jennifer watched as he walked away, her eyes shining with unshed tears, before she turned back to me. “What-” she began, face falling.

“Let me talk to him, okay? Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out what the matter is, okay?” I told her, reaching across to grab her hand.

“Okay,” she nodded, sniffling lightly. “But what do you think about it?”

“I think you’re my strong, perfect little girl and if this is what you want to do and you’re passionate about it, then go for it. You’ll never know until you try. And if it turns out that you don’t really want to do it as much as you thought, that’s okay, too. You don’t have to know what you’re gonna do with your life at 17.” Her face lit up at my answer and I smiled at her. “Now, let me go talk to your dad, alright? Don’t worry about it.”

Jennifer nodded and I grabbed Dean’s bag, heading to the stairs. I stood in the doorway, glancing back at Jennifer to see her picking at her fingers while she looked down at the table. Sighing, I started my ascent up the stairs, ready to get to the bottom of Dean’s problem.

“No!” he said as soon as I entered the room. “She’s not doing it.”

“Dean!” I reprimanded.

“She can’t do it!” He sat up on the bed, staring at me. “I won’t let her.”

“You don’t have to let her, Dean. It’s her life! And why the hell can’t she?” I asked, dropping his bag on the floor to cross my arms.

“She just can’t!” he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Well, I’m sorry, but that won’t cut it, Dean! Why can’t she?” I repeated, glaring at him.

“I...I don’t want her to get hurt,” he admitted finally. His voice was soft and he looked up at me, worry creasing his face. “She’s...She’s my little girl.”

“Dean,” I breathed, moving over to sit next to him.

He wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder as he continued. “I’ve spent so long protecting her, making sure she’s safe. And now she wants to go out there and wrestle. She’ll get hurt, especially when she’s bouncing around from one promotion to the next.”

“Dean, you have to explain this stuff to her,” I said, running my fingers through his messy hair. “You can’t just stomp away without a word. She was upset. You have to explain yourself.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” he sighed. “It’s late.”

I was used to waking up in the middle of the night on days that Dean returned to an empty bed. He got weirdly hungry when he came home, something that hasn’t changed for as long as I can remember. So when I rolled over and the bed was empty, I wasn’t worried. I knew he was down in the kitchen getting some food.

But when I heard hushed voices, I sat up. Jennifer and Dean were down in the kitchen. I was hoping Dean would explain to her why he got so upset about her wrestling earlier. And though I knew it was none of my business, I climbed out of bed to sneak down the stairs. I loved hearing Dean talk to Jennifer, have these nice conversations with her late at night. It’s happened since that first time, many moons ago, when I found him in the nursery. Since then, they tended to have these late night conversations about whatever was bothering the two of them. Like when Dean thought he was getting too old to wrestle, or the time Jennifer got her first boyfriend and she wasn’t sure how it would pan out. The two of them talked it out together, and I liked to catch all of these little moments I could, knowing Jennifer would be grown at any second, ready to move out and be her own person. And here she was, planning out her future.

“Why do you want to wrestle anyway?” I heard Dean ask as I sat down at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the wall.

“It’s been such a big part of my life since I was born, obviously,” Jennifer replied. I heard chairs scraping across the floor and figured the two of them were sitting at the table. “And I want to experience it firsthand. Why don’t you want me to do it?”

“You’re my only child, Jennifer, you’re my little girl. I don’t want you to get hurt. And that’s all that happens when you’re wrestling every night. You get hurt, over and over and over again. And the training is tough. You’re gonna get hurt and I...I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Dean sighed.

“Dad, I’m not just some weak little girl, you know that right? You and mom made sure of that. I’m strong. I can handle this. I want to try,” Jennifer said, standing her ground.

I couldn’t help but smile at that. I could hear just how strong she was in her voice, I knew that she could handle it. And she knew it, too.

“It’s gonna be tough, to jump from promotion to promotion,” Dean warned her, obviously giving up on the argument.

“I know, and that’s where Uncle Roman and Uncle Seth came in.” I could hear the excitement in Jennifer’s voice, could picture the giant smile on her face. “You know how they help train the newbies at the Performance Center? Well, they pulled a few strings and told me I could try out for NXT.”

“They won’t take you unless you have the basic skills,” Dean explained.

“I know. And my try out isn’t for a while. So I was wondering if, maybe, you’d help train me?” Jennifer sounded just like she did as a child, her voice small and hopeful. I could tell Dean was moved by her request, his silence much louder than anticipated.

“You want me to train you?” he finally asked, voice thick with emotion.

“Please.”

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Dean agreed after a while. Jennifer squealed and I smiled before making my way up the stairs.

“So you’ll train her?” I asked as Dean crept into the room some time later.

“Well, it’s not like I can let my girl go in there without some skills,” he said, sliding into bed next to me. “And I won’t be wrestling forever. Think I’ll pass some of my moves onto her, let her make them her own. See how the Ambrose moves evolve.”

“She’s gonna love that, you know,” I told him, snuggling into his hold.

“I’ll love it, too,” was his reply as he pressed a kiss onto the crown of my head, allowing sleep to take its hold.

Ten months later, on the same day that Jennifer came home from her NXT try out, crying that she made it, Dean announced his retirement from WWE. “It’s not the time for the old Ambrose anymore. Now it’s time for the new Ambrose,” he said easily, shrugging when someone asked him about it. “It’s time for her to shine. And I’ll be there to watch her every step of the way.”

[worldoftheskeptic]

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[yinyangswings]

The Auror’s Daughter-Percival Graves Imagine

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves

Pairing: None

Notes/Warnings: There is a torture scene between Grindelwald and Graves. This one I did mostly in Percival’s POV, but if anyone wants I could do it via the reader

Word count: 3556

Imagine: Requested by Anon ‘Can u do a Perceval Graves single father imagine? Please’. Hope this is okay!!

Tags: @aislinsekhem

Imagine that his wife, of only a few years, one that birthed him a healthy child died due to Dragon Pox. By some miracle, the pox missed you, but his wife, your mother couldn’t stand up to it…and died, begging Percival to raise their daughter. And he does…but he’s unsure that he can. Everything’s changing.

He stared at the four small girl curled up in her bed, a small lamp glowing dimly, swallowing roughly.

Today had been his wife’s funeral.

It had been a small ceremony, but he had had to hold back tears when (Y/N) had asked him repeatedly why Mama wasn’t waking up and she wouldn’t like being under the ground. She was too young to understand…and Merlin…he hated this. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to raise her, it was just he was unsure if he could. He was an auror, and would soon be taking over as Director of Magical Security. How could he of all people be there for her and raise her by himself when he was working in the MAC? How could he be a good father when he couldn’t stop her mother’s death? How…

He looked up when he heard a knock on the door. He looked back frantically as he watched (Y/N) shift tiredly and he briskly walked over to the door, a hand on his wand. Whoever he was expecting when he opened the door, his elderly mother, Elaine Graves was the farthest from his mind.

“Mother??”

“Hello Percival.” The aged matriarch of the Graves family said with a smile.

“What…what are you-”

“Now you don’t expect me to stay out in the countryside when my son and granddaughter are going through the process of grieving, do you?”

“…You hate the city.”

“I think I can put up with it for a little while. You just lost your wife Percy,” she responded setting her bag down, and looking back her son, “and you will need to adjust being a single father and balancing that with work. I’ll be here to at least ease the strain a bit.”

Percival was quiet, swallowing the lump in his throat down the best he could.

“Mother…”

“I won’t take no as an answer. Besides I want to see my granddaughter a few more times than once in awhile when Nora managed to convince you to leave work and come visit.”

He snorted weakly, but the sound broke away and Elaine glanced at him to see he was looking at the ground, his shoulders shaking.

“Oh darling…it will be alright. You’ll see…” She said softly, walking over to him, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’ll see…”

Imagine that both of you are struggling, a key figure in the both of your lives now suddenly gone. How what had once been tasks separated between two parents now rested solely on one.

The phrase ‘It will be alright’ was growing to be a challenge one to believe for Percival who had to get used to the role of both breadwinner and a single parent when he got home. Hey may have been an auror and had participated in the wizarding effort in the First World War, but Nora had been a homemaker of the two, and (Y/N) knew that, so while she was at most patient with him, she did occasionally grow annoyed with his habits, or she would just cry to cry and it would frustrate him. One night Percival returned home early, his mother having to leave as she didn’t feel all that well. Elaine smiled and patted his arm.

“She’s getting ready for bed.” She said and Percival glanced over towards the bathroom and Elaine chuckled, before nudging a book into his hands.

“The Tales of Beedle the Bard?”

“She loves it when you read to her. We were in the middle of The Wizard and the The Hopping Pot.” She said softly, blinking when her son continued to stare at the book. “What?”

“I forgot that…I just thought…I thought she was rebelling about going to sleep.”

“Oh…Percy.”

“I can’t do this.”

“This doesn’t sound like something the new Director of Magical Security would say, hm?”

“Mother, dealing with criminals and raising my daughter are two different things.”

“Yes, they are. But both involve confidence and patience, Percival. She’s just as much in new territory as you are.” Elaine stated softly, patting his arm. “Take things slow. They don’t have to be righted in one night.”

Percival sighed and nodded. She patted his cheek before exiting the home. Percival sighed before walking down the hall, slowing when the bathroom door opened and (Y/N) plodded out, wearing her nightgown, hair damp from her bath. She paused, blinking innocently at Percival who bent down, smiling tiredly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Hi Papa…”

“I…figured out what you were trying to tell me last time…” He said softly, holding the book up and she cocked her head, “and I’m sorry for not remembering, Sweetheart. But…Grandma told me that you would want to finish reading The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. Is that alright?” He asked and his heart ached as her eyes lit up and she nodded rapidly. He picked her up, feeling her curl up against him as he reached her room and only then did she slide out of his grip and snuggled up in her blankets as he sat down on the edge. She shifted around, her tiny head resting on his forearm as he flipped the book open to where the bookmark was and began to read, softly and soothing. He kept going through story after story until he felt her grow limp next to him and looking down, seeing that her large (Y/E/C) had closed, her breathing evening out. Slowly, he closed the book and settled her back, tucking her in and smiled softly, kissing her brow. Yes…it’d be a struggle…but they’d work through it.

They were Graves.

They could do it.

Imagine that you visit him all you can at his work when you’re older. The aurors there are practically family to you. Little do you know that your visits make them want to work towards a better world for you to live in.

Percival sighed as he slumped back in his desk, rubbing his brow. Merlin, he could use a drink. Five cases, a mixture in status, two complete, one still being investigated, and two about ready to be completed. But all had one thing in common.

Death.

Growing unrest in Europe by the dark wizard, Gellert Grindelwald was beginning to make its way to America and it was causing more and more outbursts by rebellious wizards and witches.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Mister Graves, I have a little lady here who says she’s bringing you dinner.” His secretary commented and he looked up to see a now six year old (Y/N) coming in, barely reaching the woman’s hip. She beamed at the sight of him and he held back the chuckle.

“Thank you, Matilda.” He replied kindly and the woman left, leaving (Y/N) there who held up a bag.

“Ms. Trollope said she had extra!” She chirped happily and Percival withheld the sigh. Ms. Trollope, their elderly neighbor who had taken over babysitting when his mother returned to the countryside. Of course. He looked at his pocket watch.

“Am I that late?”

“I dunno.” She replied “Ms. Trollope needed to go shopping, so she said she’d drop me off here.”

“I see,” He replied with a smile, and then tapped a piece of paper that he pulled out, looking at the drawings on them “and this?”

“Another drawing!!” She chirped in response and he smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm!” She remarked, still looking in the bag to see what exactly her nanny had left them, not noticing when Percival slowly opened a drawer filled with her drawings. It was an escape for him. Whenever the missions or the cases became too hard, too violent, when his faith in humanity was at its lowest, those pictures kept him going.

“So…what did you and Ms. Trollope do?”

“Went to the park. Saw some ruffians.”

“Ruffians? Who taught you that word?”

“That’s what Ms. Trollope calls them, mostly when Mr. Simon’s there. Ms. Trollope called him a ruffian too.”

“Well if any ‘ruffians’ try anything with you, Papa will make sure they stop.” He promised. Oh and he would definitely make sure that if any idiot was dumb enough to whistle at his daughter in his presence would learn a lesson with haste.

“Really?”

“Mhm. People who are ‘ruffians’ are bad. You have to look for someone who loves you and you love them.” He commented, taking out a small box with what looked like some bread and taking a bite out of it.

“Well, I do love someone.”

He promptly choked on said piece of bread. Coughing loudly he looked at her in panic.

“A-and that would be who?”

She giggled and skipped over to him and kissed his cheek.

“You, Papa!!”

He chuckled weakly, his heart slowly returning to its regular speed, kissing the girl’s brow.

“Well that’s good to hear. I love you too sweetheart.”

She beamed and giggled and he smiled as he sat her down in a chair, helping her with picking out some of Trollope’s dinner suggestions.

Imagine when a few more years passed, and you’re ten now and it’s 1926. And that year is the year that everything changes once again.

“Papa, is everything ok?”

He looked up and exhaled loudly, stretching as he took a sip from his mug. No, nothing was ok. His contacts from Europe were suggesting that Grindelwald’s followers were infiltrating America and the world was becoming a scarier place to raise a child in.

“There’s a bit of some stressful events going on at work. Nothing to worry about.” He muttered gently, smiling tiredly. But (Y/N) didn’t seem convinced.

“Does it have to do with that Credence boy? The one you’ve met a few times?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“He’s a different case.”

“I feel bad for him, Papa.”

Percival sighed, ruffling her hair as she cracked an egg open. She glanced at him, pouting slightly.

“Just be careful…” she muttered softly and he smiled.

“I always am. Be good alright? I’ll probably be home late.” He said and she nodded.

“Okay. Have a good day at work!” She called out and he waved before pulling on his coat and leaving, closing the door with a solid click.

If he had known what that day would bring, he would have stayed at home as he watched Grindelwald change.

“Now, don’t worry Percival. Your daughter will be in excellent hands, so you have nothing to fear.” Grindelwald remarked, finishing with his tie and glancing back at the bound man who was glaring at him, rage in his eyes, watching as Grindelwald’s transformation began to reach completion, horrifying realization weighing heavily on his shoulders and he jerked against his bindings again. “You’re only hurting yourself there, Percival.” Grindelwald commented kindly, walking around Percival.

“If you touch her, I swear, I’ll-”

“I’m afraid I’ll be taking your threat with a grain of salt, Percival.” Grindelwald said tying the gag around his mouth. “After all there isn’t much you can do at this point.”

All Percival could feel as he sat in the cell Grindelwald had left him in, bound and gagged, was panic chilling the blood in his veins, causing him to return to his struggles against his bindings in a desperate way only a father could. A madman was now in the same home as his child, and he didn’t know what Grindelwald would do to her.

His baby girl was now in the same home as a murderer…

And he couldn’t do anything about it.

Grindelwald made it a habit to tell Percival updates of what his daughter was doing when he came for more samples for polyjuice. One time, when he came in…he was annoyed.

“You’re daughter is rather impudent, I’ll have you know.” A voice echoed down the hall and Percival looked up blearily, his gaze darkening as Grindelwald came into his cell. His gaze never left the other man, watching as his face slowly distorted and melted away, blond hair replacing dark, dark eyes changing to heterochromic. He was exhausted and unsure how long he had been there, his head dropped back down, staring at his knees. Grindelwald glanced at the beaten man as though he had spoken.

“I suppose her rude nature comes from her mother, along with that ugly glaring.” He commented and Percival swallowed, pushing down the anger. “At the rate she’s going have that look stuck on her face…”

While a part of him was proud, because he realized that his daughter could sense something is vastly different about him at the moment, otherwise she wouldn’t be as rebellious around him, another part was terrified. It was clear, Grindelwald was growing either annoyed with her behavior, or suspicious.

And if he grew too suspicious, Percival feared what Grindelwald would do.

“Still…there’s a part of her I rather like. Stubborn,” Grindelwald commented easily, and Percival felt his stomach roll, “powerful too. Only ten years old, and I can sense it. Your bloodline runs strongly in her, no doubt about that. Not that I personally would have any use for her…but who knows, give it a few years…and I’m sure one of my followers could find some use of her.”

Rage sang in Percival’s blood and Grindelwald watched in amusement as the man’s head snapped back up and he strained against his bindings, blood dripping to the floor, his face red in his fury.

“No? Come now, Percival…she’ll have to marry eventually.” He teased. Percival struggled, letting out a muffled grunt, and he could feel his bindings seeming to snap from behind him. He took the chance and rushed to the surprised dark wizard and tackled Grindelwald, the dark wizard grunting in pain.

“You or your followers touch my daughter, I swear I-”

Grindelwald’s hand slammed into his chest, and a shrieking blast sent Percival flying backwards. He landed on his side, rolling a bit as he gasped for air, his chest burning as though someone had dug a white-hot spear into his side. He choked out a groan as Grindelwald walked over and pressed a foot into Percival’s wrist, aiming his wand down.

“Diffindo!”

Screams echoed in the room as a light green glow illuminated the room, sending ghostly shadows through the room.

“I can warn you now Graves.” Grindelwald said, wiping the blood that dripped from his chin when he was finally done as he stared at the wheezing man, finally removing his foot from Percival’s wrist, the latter’s body shaking from the pain he clutched over the bleeding side of his face. “If I’m discovered, I won’t go down without taking someone with me. And I think your daughter will be the perfect one to go with me, don’t you think?”

“D…don’t you…”

“You see Graves, that’s not something for you to order around now, is it?” Grindelwald said and Percival swallowed as a red glow began to grow at the tip.

“I have my own mission here, Percival. And I will not let you or that daughter of yours stand in my way.”

He didn’t know how long he had been down there now. Grindelwald had been strangely absent for awhile, making him wonder if he had completed his mission and was leaving him there to starve to death.

He thought he could hear voices. He was imagining it…he had to be.

“-aves!! Director Graves!!”

He forced his eyes open and looked up, the chains holding him down rattling loudly.

“We found him!! Over here!”

Percival flinched as bright lights lit up his cell and he covered his face, trying to see.

“Mr. Graves…”

And he almost wept at the familiar, friendly voice.

“Tina…” He rasped out and then his mind reconnected, almost as though a veil had been pulled away. “Tina, Grindelwald, he-”

“We know, we’ve already caught him,” Tina soothed, resting a hand gently on his arm, “everything will be alright, Mr. Graves, ssshhh…”

“Where’s my daughter?!”

“She’s safe, I promise.” Tina soothed, but Percival seemed to not hear her shaking his head, his shoulders heaving, Grindelwald’s threat ringing through his head and she finally took note of his injuries. “Merlin’s breath…what has he done to you…you must be freezing.”

Freezing? He was burning, everything was hot. But that didn’t matter.

He needed to know if (Y/N) was safe.

“No…you don’t understand, Grindelwald said-”

“(Y/N) is safe, I promise. She’s been staying with my sister and me.”

He heard the words, but they refused to attach to his mind, as his vision began to wane. He could hear them talking around him, but the world finally grew dark.

“I passed out because I was exhausted. I’m fine now.”

“Starved, beaten, fever, a destroyed eye, thank Merlin the monster didn’t take both, missing fingers…” the nurse listed to Seraphina Picquery as though Percival hadn’t even spoken, “but that’s not even mentioning the torture he’s probably gone through, and-”

“I’m not deaf!” He snapped. Stalling…they were obviously stalling. For what, he didn’t want to think about, Grindelwald’s threat echoing in his head. Tina could have easily just told him that (Y/N) had been staying with them to keep him calm.

The thought of having to bury his baby girl next to her mother was becoming a real possibility and-

A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” Picquery called out smoothly, cutting the healer off. The blonde woman that Percival recognized as Tina’s younger sister Queenie poked her head in.

“I brought…ah…hello, Madam President. Is it alright for…”

The healer seemed annoyed, and interrupted the young woman, “I don’t think-”

“I’ll allow it.”

“President Picquery, I must insist-”

“It’s probably the only thing that will calm Mister Graves down.”

“Stop acting like I’m deaf, Seraphina!” Percival snapped, not caring who he was addressing to at that moment, though she didn’t seem all that surprised, “Of all the things that I went through, I wasn’t deafened by Grindel-”

His rant cut off as the door swung further open and there stood his daughter, clutching Queenie’s sleeve, her eyes widening at the sight of him. It was like the world had just stopped for him and everyone in the room just vanished as he stared at her, his eyes darting to every visible piece of her, cataloging everything into memory, checking to see if there was any wound that Grindelwald had inflicted onto her. When he noticed how pale she was, something in him snapped and he struggled to get out of bed.

“Mister Graves, I implore you to stay in your bed, you can’t just-” Her warning was cut off as he had barely gotten his feet on the ground before the (Y/N) practically tackled him, clinging to him and sobbing.

Real. She was real.

Not dead, not hurt.

He clutched her tightly, pulling her close, ignoring his injuries, more concerned in seeing if his daughter was unharmed. Seraphina looked at the other two women. Unspoken was the command, but the others left with her, the door closing softly.

“Are you alright?” He rasped and she could only nod, clinging to him, “…did he hurt you?” He managed to ask, pulling away to make sure she didn’t lie to him, but her response was she a hard shake of her head and the tension in his shoulders vanished, replaced by relief.

“Oh thank Merlin…I’m sorry…I’m sorry that he was even near you. I’m so sorry.”

“No…I-I’m sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” He whispered, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks. She sniffled as she looked at the bandage on his face.

“I-I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what…and I didn’t tell anyone. I’m so sorry, Papa. I should have-”

“Ssshhh…you did nothing wrong,” he promised, “alright? I don’t know what he would have done if you said anything…it’s better you didn’t say anything about your suspicions.”

And Merlin, he didn’t want to imagine what Grindelwald would have done.

“…Are you alright?” She finally asked, her tears slowly stopping, her eyes glistening. He sighed, debating on lying to her…but it would be cruel to her since he wouldn’t be able to sleep for a long while.

“No. I’m not. I don’t think I’ll be…fine…for awhile, Sweetheart. But that’s not your fault.” He added quickly as she sniffled, “Okay? That’s not your fault in the slightest.”

“But if I-”

“No. Sweetheart, keeping you safe was the most important thing to me.” He interrupted, and she sniffled again. "I'll be alright. I promise. I promise."

“…it will be alright. You’ll see…” He said softly, repeating what his mother had told him years ago.

“You’ll see…”

It’s not a completely happy ending. While physically Percival Graves is discharged after a few weeks later with a clean bill of health, mentally and emotionally he still needs to heal, his mind ever fragile. You’re right by his side to help along the way, ever the loyal daughter. You knew things would never be FINE, at least fine the way you had grown used to. But there would be a different fine, eventually…

You were Graves.

You knew both of you could do it.

It was in your blood.

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♫ People telling me how to “run” my blog. There will be ooc posts and there will be inactivity. I have a private life as well and this is just a hobby. I will not apologize of running the blog like I want it. This being said, you’re welcome to ask me to tag stuff. ♫ I like critique, I live of it, but if you insult my character it goes too far.  ♫ Asumptions that everything happens in one verse. This is a multiverse blog and therefore I will tag every verse accordingly so unless stated on the “story” page its all in different verses from the main. PLEASE STILL UNDERSTAND THAT THIS BLOG WILL STILL BE CANON DIVERGENT! ♫ Drama. Like I can not help stiring up some angst myself but should I come to actually draw a halt to anon drama or stuff I will say it officially ooc and then would rather not have more of the drama. It’s all fun and games until someone gets seriously hurt. Now that being said I do not tolerate any discourse and irl/ooc drama. Keep it far away from me. ♫ Please do not butt into an already consisting thread unless it is CRACK. If you want to rp on something existing please ASK FIRST. I may still refuse to let you answer ♫ Do not reblog my rp posts unless you are my rp partner of this specific thread. If you like a section of the rp I can repost it into a clean post for you to reblog and keepsake

YIKES

♤ We all got our own believes and opinions, I get that. But there is a fine line between discourse and a friendly conversation about opinions. If you are being harassed and defend yourself I get it, but some people can’t help but get at everyones throat they disagree with. If I see that shit I react quite harshly with blocks and stuff. ♤ I won’t fault anyone not wanting to have anything to do wioth me because of my opinions or beliefs, but if you “call me out” or try to make me feel bad for not engaging in your stupid social justice bullshit I will block you ♤ Just generally keep discourse and stuff to a minumum even if it’s real life shit. “But people need to know! Stop being a whiney privileged white asshole!” we are not going there again. I am here to have fun and forgot this shithole of a world and if you keep harassing me I will take meassures ♤ Any form of cringe culture is dead to me. If you keep harassing others or make fun of people you see “beneath” you, you’re blocked, bye.

ABSOLUTE DO NOTS

✘Force or guilt me into a ship and or rping. For the love of god I am patient, but this has happened and… not pleasant, no. ✘Bash my friends and or other rpers ✘Vague blog in general. I mean sure it happens and we all have our moments, but if it happens too often or regularly I will unfollow and maybe even block you ✘I beg you to tag your graphics and or graphic descrptions of spiders and cannibalism with the tag ‘spiders tw’ ; ‘cannibalism tw’ ✘Anon hate will be immideatly deleted. ✘If you happen to violate my rules I am always giving 3 strikes. I will give 2 warnings and one private talk to fix the problem but if all fails you will be unfollowed and blocked.

But please no matter what, don’t forget to have fun!

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