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Chelsea || 34 || She/Her ||Asexual A Blog dedicated to create drabbles, imagines, one-shots and more for all the fandoms. *Character banners made by me* *icon made by ixelx* Request info for things– imagines (with a gif + a very short piece of dialogue)– drabbles (up to 300 words less than 1000 } – one-shots{ > 1000 words} – series

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Master List of Writings.

✨: Avatar: The Last Airbender Master List.

✨: Cured { Leon Kennedy mini series }

✨: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 { Ser Dunk mini series }

✨: The Green apple & The Rose { Raymun Fossoway mini series }

✨: The Lord and The Handmaiden { Lyonel Baratheon mini series }

✨:𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 The 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲

✨: Game Of Thrones Master List.

✨:DC Master List.

✨: Bunny Wife Mini Series ( Robert Robertson )

✨:🦇 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬🦇

✨:Fantastic Four Master List.

✨:Marvel Master List.

✨: Halloween Dads.

✨:Final Destination Master List.

✨:Pretty In Pink || Erik Campbell Mini Series ||

✨:Supernatural Master List.

✨:Stranger Things Master List.

✨:Stranger Things Master List Pt2.

✨:Resident Evil Master List.

✨:The Last Of Us Master List

✨:Video Game One-Shots and Drabbles Master List.

✨:A Christmas Carol Master List.

✨:Call Of Duty Master List.

✨:Bridgerton Master List.

✨:Supermassive Master List.

✨:Tis The Season Master List.

✨:Kinktober Master List 2023.

✨:Blue Eye Samurai Master List.

✨:Tis The Season 2023

✨:Jujutsu Kaisen Master List

✨:Hazbin Hotel Master List.

✨: Hazbin Hotel Master List part 2

✨:Lackadaisy Master List

✨:Gravity Falls Master List

✨: Kinktober 2024.

✨: House MD Master List.

✨:Tis the season 2024.

✨:Harry Potter Master List.

✨:Anime Master List.

✨:Greek Mythology (Epic the musical) Master list

✨:Disney Master List.

✨:Star Wars Master list

My name is Chelsea, I am 34 year's old and I work full time, I love to write and make anyone happy. This blog is a safe space, hate will never be tolerated so If you are a nasty person please get fucked and off my page!

I loove animals,my favorites are Seal's white tigers, Beluga whales and wolves. I love playing video games, to read and collect things that I fan over.

I will not write incest.

I will not write Proship things ( you will never see a child x Adult fic )

Smut fics are between 3 consenting Adults.

I do not / will not ever write Canon x Canon fics so please stop asking.

Certain kinks I will not write for ( I am pretty vanilla, the furthest I will go is bdsm )

I will not write a reader / character is a cheater fic, if you want a cheating sub plot then pick the character who is the cheater and someone else for the reader to get with because I will never write a fic where cheaters are forgiven.

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BANG! GRENADE || Simon Riley ||

A/n: Simon's daughter is truly a menace, rip Johnny.

The summer afternoon had settled comfortably over the neighborhood, sunlight gleaming off parked cars and freshly cut lawns while the smell of charcoal drifted through the air. You stood beside the grill on the back patio, balancing a plate of burger buns against your hip as laughter rolled across the yard. It wasn’t often the entire team found themselves in one place without bullets flying or missions waiting, and seeing them scattered around your backyard felt strangely normal. Price occupied a lawn chair with the confidence of a man who intended to remain there all day as his head tilted back all while he snored away, Gaz was helping himself to another drink from the cooler, and Johnny MacTavish had somehow become the center of attention despite doing absolutely nothing.

Or at least, that was what he claimed.

Your daughter sat on a small plastic chair near the patio table, clutching a can of orange soda with a swirly straw sticking out from the can. At four years old, she possessed Simon’s eyes, your smile, and a deeply concerning imagination.

For the last twenty minutes, she had done nothing except stare at Johnny.

Not blink.

Not speak.

Just a blank stare.

Johnny finally shifted uncomfortably beneath the scrutiny and glanced toward you. “Eh… why is your little one lookin’ at me like that?”

You followed his gaze and immediately spotted your daughter still watching him with complete concentration. "I don’t know,” you admitted with a shrug.

Gaz looked up from his drink and snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a child.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “I’m not afraid of a child.”

His gaze flicked back toward the tiny human with a huff “…She’s been staring at me for twenty minutes.”

Your daughter slowly took a sip of soda without breaking eye contact.

Johnny pointed at her. “See? That’s not normal.”

Simon sat beside you in a patio chair, massive arms crossed over his chest as he watched the interaction unfold. Hidden behind his sunglasses, he appeared entirely unbothered.

“She’s probably plannin’ somethin’,” he said.

Johnny laughed.

Then noticed Simon wasn’t laughing.

“…You’re serious.”

“She’s my daughter.”

That somehow explained everything and nothing all at once.

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as Johnny looked back at the child with growing suspicion.

Your daughter tilted her head.

Johnny shifted in his seat.

The staring continued.

Minutes later you became distracted helping Price who had just woken up to locate barbecue sauce that was directly in front of him. When you looked back toward the table, your daughter was gone.

Johnny froze. “…Where did she go?”

Gaz immediately burst out laughing. “Oh no.”

Johnny pointed toward the empty chair. “No, seriously. Where’d she go?”

You looked around the yard.

Nothing.

No little blonde head.

No tiny sneakers.

No suspicious giggling.

Just silence.

Simon sighed. “That’s usually when trouble starts.”

Johnny looked genuinely alarmed now. “Simon.”

“What?”

“Your kid’s vanished.”

Simon shrugged. “She’ll turn up....she always does."

That answer somehow made Johnny feel worse.

The next several minutes passed peacefully enough. Burgers were served. Drinks disappeared. Price somehow managed to tell a story that lasted ten full minutes without reaching a point. The sun hung warm overhead while everyone relaxed into the rare luxury of an ordinary afternoon.

Which was exactly why disaster struck.

Johnny had just taken a bite from his burger when something flew across the yard.

A red blur.

A wet smack echoed through the air.

The water balloon exploded directly against his face.

For one horrifying second, nobody moved.

Red liquid dripped down Johnny’s cheeks.

His shirt.

His neck.

His arms.

The dyed water looked disturbingly like blood.

Johnny lowered his burger very slowly.

Silence settled over the backyard.

Then a tiny voice erupted from behind a nearby tree.

“Bang! Grenade!”

Your daughter burst into view, pointing dramatically at Johnny.

“You’re blown into a million pieces! Your blood is raining down!” She waved both arms enthusiastically. "Your leg knocks a man out!”

Johnny stared.

Your daughter continued without taking a breath as she lowered her arms. “Everyone cries at your funeral!”

Gaz folded in half laughing.

Price immediately choked on his drink.

You nearly dropped your plate as you went to rush towards your daughter.

Johnny sat completely motionless while red water dripped from his hair.

Your daughter looked incredibly proud of herself.

Then, apparently deciding her mission was complete, she turned and sprinted across the yard.

“Target eliminated!” she shouted.And vanished around the side of the house.

Gaz was practically wheezing.

Price had removed his hat so he could wipe tears from his eyes.

Even Simon’s shoulders shook slightly with suppressed amusement.

While you were horrified as you glanced at your husband. "Simon!"

Johnny sat there drenched in fake blood looking as though he was reconsidering every life choice that had brought him to this exact moment.

Finally, he pointed toward the side yard where your daughter had disappeared. “What is wrong with that child?”

“She’s four,” you said helplessly as you then chased after your daughter.

“She just described my funeral!”

Simon leaned back in his chair. “Means she likes you.”

Johnny looked horrified. “Likes me?”

“Aye.”

Johnny stared at the red water dripping from his shirt. “Simon, if that’s what affection looks like in your family, I think I’ll pass.”

That only made everyone laugh harder.

From somewhere around the corner of the house came your daughter’s voice. “I got another grenade!”

Johnny immediately stood up. “Oh absolutely not.”

And for the first time in years, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish fled a battlefield before the enemy even appeared. Simon watched him go, took a slow sip of his drink, and shook his head.

“Smart man.”

A second later another red water balloon sailed over the fence in pursuit.

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Litter Creamers || Dean Winchester ||

A/n: Something small for Dean 🥰

Angel!Reader { Reader is like how Cas first was }

The summer heat settled over New Orleans like a wet blanket, turning the air thick and heavy enough that even breathing felt like work.

Dean Winchester hated it.

The Impala’s black exterior had practically become a portable oven, Sam had disappeared into a library somewhere with industrial-strength air conditioning, and Dean had spent the better part of the afternoon trying not to melt into the vinyl booth of a roadside diner.

Across from him sat the source of all his current problems.

You.

Technically, you were an angel. An ancient celestial being capable of smiting monsters, healing mortal wounds, and hearing prayers from halfway across the continent and whatever shit you and Cas could do.

Yet somehow, despite all that cosmic power, you had become completely fascinated by the tiny plastic creamers sitting in the diner caddy.

Dean watched in horror as you peeled open another one.

Then drank it.

Not poured it into coffee or Tea.

Just drank it.

The entire thing....like you were downing a shot of alcohol.

“You know,” Dean said slowly, watching you reach for another, “most people put those in coffee...or tea."

You blinked at him. “Why?”

“Because that’s what they’re for.”

“But they’re delicious.” Your eyes were wide and own out.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve had, like, twelve.”

“Fourteen.”

“That’s not better.”

You shrugged and tipped another creamer back, licking your lips.

Dean stared.

The waitress stared.

An old man in the corner stared.

You smiled pleasantly at all of them. “They are tiny,” you explained, as if that justified everything. “I enjoy tiny foods.”

“They aren’t food.”

“They taste like food.”

Dean groaned.

Outside, the temperature had climbed into the upper nineties. The diner parking lot shimmered beneath the sunlight, and even the trees looked exhausted.

Meanwhile, you continued your campaign against the dairy industry.

By the time Dean finally dragged you back toward the Impala, an entire section of the creamer caddy sat empty.

“You are going to regret this,” he warned.

“I am an angel..." You puffed your chest out with a smile.

“Yeah, and?”

“My vessel is durable.”

Dean snorted. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen you trip over a curb.”

“That curb attacked me.” You bristled as you puffed out your cheeks at the Hunter.

“It was stationary.”

“It was waiting....and plotting."

Dean laughed despite himself.

Hours later, he wasn’t laughing anymore.

The motel room was blissfully air-conditioned, but you were curled miserably beneath the blankets, looking significantly less confident than you had in the diner.

Dean glanced up from where he sat at the small table.

You looked pale.

Very pale.

For someone who technically wasn’t even human, it was almost impressive.

A soft groan escaped you. “Dean.”

He immediately looked over. “What?”

You shifted onto your back, one hand resting dramatically on your stomach. “My tummy hurts.”

Dean closed his eyes.

Of course it did.

When he opened them again, you were staring at him with the kind of pitiful expression usually reserved for abandoned puppies.

“The tiny creams and heat are making me not feel well.”

Dean sat there for a moment then ran his hand down his face. "I warned you, you know."

You looked offended. “Hmp.”

“You drank half a dairy farm!”

“It was only fourteen.”

“I'm pretty sure it was like....twenty.”

You frowned. "I don't believe you."

“The waitress brought you another when you weren’t looking.”

Your eyes widened. "Oh.” Then you groaned and rolled onto your side. “The room is spinning.”

“The room isn’t spinning.”

“It feels like it’s spinning.”

“That’s because your stomach’s trying to figure out why an angel drank enough creamer to kill a lactose-intolerant toddler.”

You buried your face in a pillow.

Dean shook his head and stood.A moment later, he returned with a bottle of water.

“Here.”

You peeked up. “What’s that?”

“Water.”

You accepted it suspiciously.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. “Drink....please."

You obeyed.

After a few swallows, you leaned against him with another miserable sigh.

Dean immediately softened. Because for all the dumb things you did and there were a lot of them, he hated seeing you uncomfortable.His arm settled around your shoulders. “Feeling any better?”

“A little.”

“Good.”

You rested your head against him.For several quiet minutes, neither of you spoke.

“Dean?”

He already knew he wasn’t going to like whatever came next. “Yeah?”

“Do you think the diner still has tiny creams?”

Dean stared at the ceiling then at you “No.”

“But...”

“No.”

“What if?”

“No.”

“They might miss me.”

Dean pointed a warning finger at you. "You are banned from creamers.”

Your eyes widened in genuine horror. “Banned?”

“Banned.”

“Forever?”

Dean considered it. “At least until autumn.”

You looked devastated, absolutely heartbroken.

Dean couldn’t help it. He laughed and pulled you closer while you sulked dramatically against his shoulder. "Get some sleep alright."

Outside, the summer sun continued baking the world.

Inside the motel room, Dean held his ridiculous angel close and mentally prepared himself for whatever bizarre obsession you developed next.

God help him if it was those tiny jam packets.

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I just realized something.

I am moving at the end of August, this means no more Night Shifts.

No more being fucking drained and exhausted.

I can actually write and be fucking happy 😩

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I just gotta finish this shift ( just an hour and a half )

Then I work tonight , my ten to six and I am free

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The Urge to write something for Conrad Fisher

And

Noah Flynn

Is very real

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Im gonna do it! So if ya'll have ideas for Conrad let me know!

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EVERYONE BE CAREFUL OF THIS POS ACCOUNT

THEY ARE TAGGING PEOPLE AND TRYING TO SCAM THEM

THEY TAGGED ME WHICH IS A BIG FUCKING MISTAKE

MOTHER FUCKING TURNED OFF REBLOGS SO HERE IS THE ACCOUNT TO REPORT

@12785891294009512

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I REPORTED THEM

GET THIS MOTHER FUCKER BANNED

[naexdreams]

Congrats on your success!

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ONE LESS SCAMER !!

GOOD JOB YA'LL

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One Wish, Broken || Nikki Freeman ||

The first time you saw Sam and Dean Winchester, you were standing outside a gas station looking half-crazed.

At least, that was how everyone else seemed to see you.

You had spent two days trying to get somebody—anybody, to listen. The police thought you were jealous. Nikki’s friends thought you were overreacting. The few people who had witnessed Nikki’s increasingly disturbing behavior either dismissed it as drugs, a mental breakdown, or relationship drama.

Nobody believed that a stupid novelty stick called a One Wish Willow had ruined everything.

Nobody except the two strangers leaning against a black Chevy Impala.

You barely noticed how intimidating they looked. The taller one had shaggy hair and sympathetic eyes. The other looked like he hadn’t smiled sincerely since who knows when.

“Please,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I’m not making this up.”

The taller brother straightened slightly after over hearing you, he nudged the one next to him and soon they were walking over to you.

"We heard you were having issues." The taller one glanced around then crossed his arms over his chest. “Start from the beginning.”

You blinked. “You’re listening?”

“Sure.”

The relief hit so hard your knees almost buckled.

The taller brother offered a small smile. “I’m Sam by the way and thats Dean.”

"Good going smart ass, tell the girl who we are."

"I really don't think she's a treat Dean."

Dean looked you over, shrugged then nodded his head. "Yeah, you're right."

You didn’t know who they were, but at least they weren’t looking at you like you belonged in a psychiatric ward.

You took a shaky breath. “My girlfriend’s name is Nikki....and this guy named Bear...well everyone calls him that but any way....Bear…” You rubbed your face. “He’s been in love with her since they were kids. Everybody knows it. Well, Nikki didn’t feel the same way.”

Dean snorted. “That already sounds unhealthy.”

“Exactly.” You pointed dramatically toward downtown.

“Two days ago I saw him coming out of this weird occult shop carrying this thing called a One Wish Willow.”

Sam frowned. “A One Wish Willow?”

“Yeah.” You threw your hands into the air. “Supposedly you make a wish and break it and your wish comes true.”

Dean immediately grimaced. “Yeah, see, that’s already a problem."

“Right?” you exclaimed. “Has nobody seen Monkey’s Paw? Wishes never work out well.”

Sam looked interested now. “What happened after he bought it?”

You swallowed hard. “Everything changed.”The words came tumbling out.

You told them about Nikki suddenly abandoning years of feelings and attaching herself to Bear overnight. About the lies. The bizarre mood swings. The obsession.

The way she’d stared at Bear. The way she’d stopped acting like herself.The way she’d looked right through you when you begged her to talk.

By the time you finished, your throat hurt.

“I know Nikki,” you whispered. “I know her better than anyone.”

Your eyes burned. “She loves horror movies and bad pizza and cries whenever she sees injured animals. She hates clingy people. She literally once broke up with someone because they texted her thirty times in one day.”

You looked between them. “The woman following Bear around isn’t Nikki.”

Silence lingered.

Then Dean nodded. “We believe you.”

You stared. “What?”

“We believe you,” Dean repeated.

The simple statement nearly made you cry, your lip trembling.

Sam stepped closer to you, his hand placing its self gently on your shoulder. “We’ve dealt with cursed objects before.”

Your head snapped up. “You have?”

Dean smirked. “More or less...it's kinda out thing.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We hunt monsters.”

You blinked. “...Mon..sters?”

“Monsters. Ghosts. Demons. Cursed objects.”

You stared for several seconds. "You're not....making fun of me are you...everyone already see's me as a lunatic."

Dean scoffed crossing his arms over his chest as he looked you down. "Lady....we wouldn't have approached you if we thought you were nuts. "

Sam then nudged his brother.Dean grumbled something under his breath.

Despite yourself, it was the first moment of normalcy you’d felt in days.

Then Sam’s expression grew serious again. “If this Willow is cursed, we need to find out where it came from.”

“Then let’s go.”

The crystal shop smelled like incense, old wood, and terrible decisions.

Dean took one step inside and immediately muttered, “Yep. Cursed.”

The owner proved remarkably unhelpful.Until Sam started asking very specific questions.

Eventually they learned enough.The One Wish Willows weren’t just novelty toys.That wish hollowed people out and replaced their free will with fixation.

When Sam explained it, your stomach dropped.

“So Nikki’s trapped inside her own head?”

Sam nodded grimly. “Most likely.”

Dean looked furious. “Great. So Prince Charming turned his crush into a supernatural hostage.”

Finding Bear turned out to be easy.Getting him to listen was another matter entirely.

The poor guy looked exhausted.

Haunted.

Terrified.

Which wasn’t surprising considering what had been happening around him.

The moment Sam explained the curse, Bear’s face lost all color.

“You believe me?”

“We believe you’re an idiot,” Dean corrected.

"Dean." Dam hissed.

"What...he is."

Bear looked like he might cry. “I didn’t mean for any of this.”

“No kidding.”

The guilt on Bear’s face was genuine and somehow that made everything worse.

Because he wasn’t evil.

Just desperate.

Lonely.

And stupid.Dangerously stupid.

“I just wanted her to love me,” he whispered.

Sam sighed. “That’s usually how these stories start.”

Breaking the curse proved harder than finding it.

By the time they tracked down the remaining fragments of the Willow, Nikki was barely herself anymore.

Not to mention actually getting the ritual to break the damn curse.

Watching it broke your heart.

One moment she would be screaming about Bear.

The next she’d be crying.

Then she’d look at you.

Really look at you.

And for a few seconds, Nikki would be there again.

Terrified.

Trapped.

Begging silently for help.

Every glimpse nearly destroyed you.

You refused to leave her side.

Even when Dean suggested standing back.Even when Sam warned things might get ugly.

You stayed.

Because Nikki had never abandoned you and you weren’t abandoning her.

Not now.

Not ever.

The final ritual took place in an abandoned warehouse outside town.

Ancient symbols covered the floor.

Candles flickered.

Sam read from a weathered book.

Dean stood ready with a shotgun loaded with rock salt because apparently that was just a normal Tuesday for him.

You held Nikki’s trembling hand, she was tied to a chair. “Come back to me,” you whispered.

Her grip tightened, tars rolled down her face.

The curse fought.

The warehouse shook.

The remaining Willow fragments cracked while Sam read the incantation.

For a terrifying second Nikki screamed, the flames grew then everything went silent.

The candles extinguished simultaneously.

And Nikki slumped forward in the chair, the chains holding her.

"Nikki!" You knelt down, frantic.“Nikki?”

Her eyes opened.

Not obsessed.

Not distant.

No longer glossed over.

Just Nikki.

The real Nikki.

Confused.

Exhausted.

Alive.

The moment she recognized you, she started crying. "Oh God.”

Sam moved close undoing the chains as she wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You hugged her so tightly neither of you could breathe. "I’ve got you.”

“I couldn’t stop it.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Nikki buried her face against your shoulder.And for the first time in days, you felt her truly there.

Dean cleared out his throat holding a flask. "I'm just gonna..." the man tossed holy water on you both and seeing nothing happen he nodded his head.

"See all good."

You and Nikki blinked.

A few minutes later, Dean found Bear sitting against a wall looking absolutely miserable.

The guy looked like he’d aged ten years.

Bear glanced up. “I ruined everything.”

Dean stared at him. “You did.”

Bear nodded. “I know.”

Dean stared another second, then punched him square in the nose.

Bear's head jerked back with a yelp.

You jumped. “Damn.”

Dean flexed his hand. “That’s for supernatural stalking...and being a creepy weirdo.”

Sam sighed. “Dean.”

“What? He earned it.”

Bear groaned as he held his nose. "I probably did.”

Dean pointed at him.

Bear closed his eyes. "I did."

“Exactly.”

The next morning, the town felt different.

Lighter.

Like a storm had finally passed.

Nikki sat beside you outside the music store, her hand wrapped securely around yours.Neither of you wanted to let go.

Across the street, the Impala’s engine rumbled to life.

Sam climbed into the passenger seat as Dean leaned against the driver’s door. “Try not to get cursed again."

You laughed. “We'll do our best.”

Nikki smiled. “Thanks for saving me.”

Dean shrugged. “Part of the job.”

Sam offered a small wave. “Take care of each other.”

“We will.”

The brothers climbed into the car.Moments later the Impala rolled down the street and disappeared around a corner.

Gone as suddenly as they’d arrived.

You watched until the black car vanished from sight.

Then Nikki squeezed your hand.When you looked at her, she was smiling.

A real smile.

Not forced.

Not cursed.

Just Nikki.

The woman you loved.

And after everything that had happened, that was more than enough.

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Low key would love to write a fic about this.

Reader begging for help, Dean and Sam show up and help the reader.

Bear gets punched, Dean and Sam saved the day

Nikki and reader are happy

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Gonna post some stiff today, it was nice so i went out with my mom and sister.

But I am only working two days next week

Sunday night to Monday morning

&

Monday Night to Tuesday morning.

So I got all that time to write, sorry I've been a bit MIA, its been nice so I've been with my family.

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I am so sorry for vanishing...

I ate and just sat with my family for a bit..I also drank.

But I am coming back now

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I am so sorry ya'll, I am way too tired to write. I will write and post tomorrow.

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Went out with my mom and sister and off to get food.

Gonna write when I get home

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I gotta write some Summer stuff for Steve Rogers too.

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• Incorrect 007 First Light Quotes •

A/n: This is all you're gonna get from me until tomorrow 🤣

Reader: I wish I could block people in real life.

Moneypenny: Restraining order

James Bond: Murder

Reader: Hey James, what are you eating?

James Bond: A family sized bag of sweets.

Reader: James that's not family sized....that's regular sized....

James Bond:Everything is family sized when you dont have a family.

Reader: *whispering* James...nOo

James Bond: • • •_-• - / ... - •_• •_• -.-

Reader: What is that

James Bond: Remorse Code.

Reader: I am even angery now.

James Bond: :(

Reader: *With their child*

Lennox Monroe: *Eating in the McDonald's play area*

Random child: *staring at him*

Lennox Monroe: McFuck you looking at.

M: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Reader: It was me...

M: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

James Bond: What the hell?!

Cressida: Why are you on the floor?

James Bond: I’m depressed.

James Bond: Also I was shot, can you get Reader, please.

Reader: Wow, it’s a barren featureless wasteland out there isn’t it?

John Greenway: … Reader, try turning the map around.

James Bond: You’re mad at me.

Reader: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

James Bond: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse

James Bond: Don’t worry darling, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.

Reader: The power to believe in myself?

James Bond: No, a Gun.

James Bond: Shot them.

Reader: Here you are, Q. Nice hot cup of tea.

Q: …It’s cold.

Reader: Nice cup of tea.

Q: It’s horrible.

Reader: Cup of tea.

Q: I’m not even sure it is tea.

Reader: Cup.

James Bond: How much sleep did you get?

Reader: Eight.

Cressida: Hours?

Reader: Minutes. God! Monroe, would you shut the fuck up?

Lennox Monroe: *Checking his phone* What the fuck? I didn’t even say anything.

Moneypenny: Did you really have to shot him?

Reader: You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.

Moneypenny: And what did he say?

Reader: "What are you gonna do? Shot me?"

James Bond, nodding: That's fair.

Moneypennny: NO!

Reader: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Cressida: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

James Bond: Smad

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Reader: 🤤

Q: Are you high right now?

Reader: Am I what?

Q: High?

Reader: oh...Hello Q

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Monroe: sapnu puaS.

Reader: What??

Cressida: What language is that.

Monroe: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Monroe was removed from the groupchat*

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God damn.

I wanna write stuff about Nathan Drake.

So this is my todo list for myself on Friday 🤣

Nathan drake stuff

More james Bond things

Inbox stuff

That fic for Will

Maybe House of ashes stuff