Bit of a long shot but would anyone be willing to proxy buy the otter patronus from build a bear uk and ship it to the Republic of Ireland, its online exclusive and you're not able to get those here
Planning on posting a story later, it'll be the intro to a loki x reader, with a twist. Each part will have options for different gendered reader (female, male, ftm, mtf)
Sorry for being gone so long had a lot going on in my personal life but it mostly seems settled down now
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Hope you are doing well and are OK. Having seen you post in a while.
Hope you are doing well and are OK. Having seen you post in a while.
Yeah I'm alright, just been exhausted from work, and moving, so haven't had time to write much, and what I am writing doesn't feel good enough to post ya know. Thanks though!!!
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I do! Just make sure to put the characters fulls names and /or the specific show (since Degrassi has so many different, chapters i guess) just so I dont accidentally write something you don't want!
Summary: Angel Dust/Reader; Alastor/Reader Charlie opens a gym (slight human au??)
Angel doesn’t like going to the gym but Charlie had been so excited about the opening of her new place, she said he’d give him completely free reign if he wanted to set a pole dancing class.
He’s not expecting much when he puts the poster up on the corkboard. Everyone is always more interested in Alastor’s water workouts. So when Angel walks into class one day to see you standing there, in what’s probably nothing more than over glorified underwear; dripping wet and Alastor smirking at him.
“Y/N wanted to join up, not to late to dance?”
“Soaking wet; ruining the floors, get changed.” Angel snaps just to have something to say and to avoid staring at you too long. Alastor already noticed and smirks.
“Y/N doesn’t have anything else to change into, only brought this for my class and the usual civy clothes.” Angel can feel Alastor’s smirk burning in the back of his head as he walks to the pole at the front of the room. The rest of the students are watching as as he cues the music he tries not to think too much about how you’ll be moving.
“Thank you soooo much for signing up!!!” Charlie, the woman who’s the owner of the entire company, not just the franchise location is beaming at you and if you weren’t so interested in the variety of classes they offered you’d be a little worried it was some sort of scheme.
“So you can do your swimming with Alastor! And then go to Angels new class!!! You’re going to loveeeee it! The demo he did with us is super great!!” She’s practically bouncing behind the desk and another woman nudges her to the side.
“Don’t wanna be late Y/N.” She grins and you recognise Vaggie, you’re not used to seeing her with her hair up.
“Thanks Vaggie.” You grin and wave as you rush towards the pool area.
Swimming is finished and your realize that the first pole dancing class is right now; you only have the swimsuit you’re wearing or the clothes you’ve come in with, and you don’t want to get them super sweaty or risk ripping them if you fall or skid on the ground.
Angel, as he’s being called, is grinning when Alastor practically throws you to the front of the class.Â
“Good luck.” Alastor mumbles into your ear as Angel turns and music starts to play.
“Follow my moves as best you can; let me know how you like the music.” Angel winks and as you listen to the song you can recognise his voice.
“—-But we're already past that phase
This is a brand new start—--” You follow his voice and watch how his hips sway. You know this really will be a brand new start.
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Sorry for being gone for so long, a lot happened; hopefully I'm back, might start small throwing some old ideas out first!
You've technically met Homelander already, when he was ten and you were two. Neither of you knew the other so you don't really count it. You met him again, Stan Edgar making sure your powers were hidden, that all Homelander saw of you was a fangirl that slipped under the ropes. Still walking into the office building gives you a stomach sinking feeling. Not nerves, not like meeting other supes, but dread; like somehow you know you won't make it out of this.
He tilts his head watching, you can see the way his eyes fizzle, gearing up the heat vision.
"A new one?"
"Old, in a way, kept hidden."
"A cheap imitation of me, your flashy costume is almost blinding." He's smirking now, that almost sincere way he looks at the public creeping onto his face.
"Must be a pity, always being compared to me, especially since; well look at you." He scoffs, turning back towards the rest of the seven; none of them meet his eyes.
"You need me."
"Oh do we?"
"Not the Seven, you." He turns at this, face and eyes empty.
"You need me."
"Don't see it."
"You will."
He follows you out of the room. The hair on the back of your neck feels like needles with how tense it is.
"What do you have on me?"
"Clearly you have nothing on me or you wouldn't be asking that question." You laugh a little and he almost pouts.
"Could have sworn I've seen you before?" He stops the pout and puts on one of his public smiles, you can practically hear the speech about america, flags and baseball behind his eyes; they still look dead.
"I really find you soooo interesting; oh Homelander, can you sign my tits? Does that ring a bell." You snort and he looks confused, before slowly nodding.
"Stan set you, supposed to be a scandal right? Didn't know you were a supe.."
"Most don't; I'm not exactly, well, good at anything." You shrug.
"Stan just uses me for posters and to talk to parents." Homelander looks at you like that's the most interesting thing you've said to him.
"What exactly are your powers?" You can feel his hand on your neck, and you turn. you wonder what Stan has actually told Homelander about you. With the way his fingers brush over your skin you know it can't be good for you.
"Invincibility..." You manage to speak the same time as he snaps your neck, well tries to. You can feel it healing the instant he shifts his fingers.
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Number 3 with Sweet Pea x Fangs x Toni x Reader, please?
3. Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who is banned from the kitchen?
Toni refuses to help, you're not sure why. Sweet Pea and Fangs never push it, they never scold her or whine and complain when the second they mention starting dinner she curls on the couch and gives them a thumbs up.
You manage to at least corner her in the kitchen and you understand why as you see the panic set in, as her arms go stiff and she lets you lead her around to the bar stools you all share.
"Sorry I didn't realize." You shuffle awkwardly as Toni starts talking about her parents, and how cooking usually meant some part of her getting bruised or burned when she could reach the stove properly since she was ten years old.
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Fangs always cleans up, you've given up trying to force him to sit down. You know where that leads, to him getting so frustrated he snaps and scolds you as if you're his sick mother, how if you wont sit still for the cooking the least he can do is clean up. Every one of you had gone quiet after the first time he'd snapped. Sweet Pea had tried to make the joke about leaving more fo a mess, and Fangs had just nodded along before crawling into the cuddle pile you all had made after dinner was done.
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Sweet Pea is banned from the kitchen, not because he's a disaster, but because he puts any other meal that you, Toni or Fangs make to shame. You're not sure where he learned to cook so well, and he makes a little joke of it, answering differently everytime. Fangs and Toni have a running tally of how many times he reuses the same answer; you all have one for the most ridiculous answer; which so far is that Hot Dog the second taught him how to grill as he went to culinary school.
Send me a number and I'll write something!
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Hey! Is that ask game for ships open? The most recent one you posted?
Yeah! Sorry for taking forever to get back, I've been away from my laptop and work has been kicking my butt. Ask away when it comes to ships though! (I'll be going by the most recent reblog I've done that says ship meme/ask fame) so if you mean another maybe send the post link before so I'm doing the right one!!
