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chaotic-writer-11 · 1 year

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Play Flirting (Kaz x reader)

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requested | not requested

( requested by @rememberingnoah )

Prompt: "Not everything is a joke"

(My first thought from the prompt was angst but then I had a better idea hehe)

Relationship: Kaz (mighty med/elite force) x gn reader

platonic/sibling | romantic | parental | other

Summary: When Kaz doesn't know how to act around his crush, he sticks to his fool-proof plan: joking and "play" flirting

Genre: fluff, pining, basically they're both just so stupid someone save them

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,545

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You and Kaz were best friends. And definitely just friends. Despite what the rest of the team insisted.

The team was always stupid, yeah you and Kaz would play flirt all the time, but that's all it was; play flirting. I mean, friends do that all the time, right?

The others would always nudge each other or raise their eyebrows at us when we did it. That is so dumb, like they're so blind, obviously there was nothing there.

Okay, you had mayyybeee caught yourself looking at his chest too long in his mission suit, but could anyone blame you? The guy was muscular, you could respect that. Okay and maybe you had had a hard time breathing that one time you were on a mission and he pushed you out of the way of some debris and ended up on top of you, but you had gotten the wind knocked out of you, the shortness of breath didn't mean anything!

But you were surely looking too much into it, I mean you play flirted with the rest of the team too and that didn't mean anything! When you told Chase he had a nice ass and kissed Skylar on the cheek during Truth or Dare, that was completely platonic!

It didn't matter anyways, even if you did admit to your self you had a small crush on the boy with fire powers, there's no way he thought of it the same way. His play flirting really was play flirting.

This train of thought was brought about after a mission where you had had another one of those snap-out-of-it moments. The mission had just ended extremely successful and in celebration Kaz had picked you up in a hug and spun you around laughing.

This shouldn't have been jarring, you were his childhood best friend and he was a touchy guy, he hugged you all the time. But for some reason you just found your brain had completely shut off. You awkwardly laughed with him but you had already forgotten the mission and all that was left in your mind was radio static. Luckily Kaz hadn't noticed and had already turned to Chase to make a dumb joke, at which the bionic boy scoffed.

It was all you could think about on the way home. Bree gave you a confused look once, so apparantly your feelings were evident on your face, but thankfully didn't mention anything, likely just thinking it was mission fatigue.

After you had gone through this thought process, you officially decided that there was nothing between you and Kaz romantically, and you would just drop it. No matter what you felt, you did love Kaz and you didn't want to mess up your relationship.

Wanting to prove to yourself that you could drop it, you wandered to the game room where Kaz spent most of his time, especially after missions when he needed to cool down.

Sure enough, when you walked in the top of his spiky hair was visible above the large beanbag in front of the TV, an impressive feat considering just how far down he was slumped in it.

"Hey Kaz," You greeted casually, moving forward with your hands stuffed in your pockets.

He shuffled around in his chair and grinned when he saw it was you.

"Hey man! Wanna play?"

It was a 1v1 game the two of you loved to play.

"Of course," You laughed. You plopped down in the beanbag, which was large enough to hold like three people, next to him and grabbed the other controller.

You were a master at this game, you two had been playing since you were kids so you knew each other's favorite plays but you still usually won.

You soon found out that you could not, in fact, prove to yourself that you could drop it. As hard as you tried to stay focused, Kaz was still worn out from the mission and sometimes his eyes would droop, and he was so warm next to you, and sometimes his arm would touch yours when he moved and you would get goosebumps, and his laugh when he would get a hit on you was so cute, and once he stretched out and his leg ended up crossing yours and-

"YES I WON, IN YOUR FACE!" Kaz giggled and pointed at you with a wide grin.

"I like never win, you doing okay bro? Haha." It was a joke, but it still sent you into a small panic internally.

"Don't get too cocky about it, I'm still tired from the mission." You rolled your eyes at him endearingly.

He laughed and flopped back into his side of the beanbag. He then immediately leaned forward again, in that can-never-stay-still Kaz style.

"I was so cool that round, I think I deserve a kiss for that."

Considering your thoughts just earlier that evening, you should've been very flustered, but it was so easy to fall back into that flirty back and forth you guys did all the time. (Plus hey, it couldn't hurt to test the waters a little.)

You laughed and pushed his face back. "In your dreams, pretty boy."

He gasped, putting a hand to his chest. "Did you just call me 'pretty'?"

You did a little falsetto voice and shoulder movement. "You'll always be my pretty boy."

"You're so in love with me it's embarrassing."

"Kind of the pot calling the kettle black, ain't it dear?"

Neither of you could contain your laughter anymore, both bursting into giggles and falling over each other.

When he contained himself, Kaz threw your controller at you. You wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been throwing controllers at your for a good part of both of your lives, you were used to it now.

"Okay okay, come on, best two out of three." He challenged.

Pushing your feelings out of your mind, you turned on your controller.

"You're on."

You were more focused that time, and ended up beating him by a long shot. He dropped his controller and pouted.

"HA! See, told you I didn't lose it, now wheres my kiss, huh?"

He crossed his arms like a child.

"No way! I said best two out of three. I won one, you won one, that's not two out of three. I say we go again."

"You're impossible Kaz," You laughed.

Kaz grabbed his controller. "Yep, but you love me anyways."

Another round started up. You won easily.

"There," You smiled, "That's two out of three."

"Okay fiinneeee," Kaz whined.

Part of you thought about the promise of a kiss to the winner, but that was obviously a joke. And it didn't bother you that it was, of course not.

Kaz smirked at you. "Maybe I just let you win cause you're so cute."

"I'm flattered," you joked. But the thoughts were getting to you again.

You sighed and let your head fall back into the chair.

Kaz sat up further and eaised an eyebrow. "Hey what's up?"

"Ah nothing," You said dismissively, "I love when we joke around like this, I just wish sometimes... some of them weren't jokes, maybe..."

Kaz looked at you like he was trying to figure you out. "You mean, you want them to be real flirting?"

You covered your face in embarrassment of what you had just admitted, but there was no going back now. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You know... not everything is a joke," Kaz said.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. "Really?"

"Yeah," He shrugged, "I like you a lot, y/n, and as much as we joke around I don't want to lose you, and, I dunno, I never thought you would like me back cause you're all... you and I'm all... me. So I did the only thing I could, play flirting."

You were all the way sat up now, shocked as you looked at him, trying to find some indication that it was a joke.

"Seriously? So some of those weren't jokes?!"

Kaz huffed out a laugh. "Yeah I guess, they weren't."

You stayed silent a moment, processing that, and then you gave him a playful look.

"Does that mean I can't take you up on that kiss, since I did win best two out of three?"

Kaz gave you a lopsided grin and turned red. "I guess it means you can, if you want of course."

You laughed and nodded.

Slowly, as if unsure of himself, Kaz reached out his hand and gently slid it behind your head. He slightly pulled you towards him as he leaned forward himself and your lips met.

It wasn't just a peck, like would probably be appropriate for just winning a video game match, but instead it was slow and passionate, and perfect.

Kaz's free hand went to your waist to pull to pull himself closer to you, and your hands migrated from his chest to his hair where they tangled themselves.

When you pulled apart, neither of you knew what to say. The air was filled with tension.

And then you both burst out laughing. You fell against Kaz's chest with laughter and he buryed his face in your shoulder, muffling his giggles.

"So, can I still be your pretty boy?"

"Oh shut up Kaz."

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chaotic-writer-11 · 1 year

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Ok I need something to do and something to keep me accountable to write sooo prompt list time!

(All credits to original posters, I just found these on google)

Go ahead and give me a character for an x reader and the relationship status (romantic, platonic, siblings, parental, etc)!

it might take me a hot minute to finish it tho

#preferably lab rats or that 70s show/that 90s show cause those are my current hyperfixations but I'll write any fandom on my list #lab rats x reader #chase davenport x reader #writing #writer #reader insert #x reader #one shot #drabble #fluff #that 70s show x reader #that 90s show x reader

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chaotic-writer-11 · 1 year

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My Masterlist

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Lab rats / Elite force

Chase:

Bruises (Chase Davenport x masc reader)

Kaz:

Play Flirting (Kaz x reader)

Marvel

Snow Day (Thor & Loki)

#x reader #reader insert #chase davenport x reader #marvel x reader #masterlist #drabble #one shot #fluff #hurt/comfort #lab rats x reader #fic #fic masterlist #x reader masterlist #chaotic-writer-11 masterlist #chaotic-writer-11

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chaotic-writer-11 · 1 year

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Bruises (Chase x male reader)

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requested | not requested

Relationship: Chase Davenport x male reader (well gn but the reader has a flat chest, you could read it as fem tho)

platonic/sibling | romantic | parental | other

Summary: after an especially rough mission chase and the reader tend to each other's wounds

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: injuries/first-aid, kissing, they're shirtless idk

Word count: 1,912

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Every breath weighed you down more and more. Your muscles sagged, as if yearning to sink into the very earth itself.

But hey, you couldn't complain. At least the mission was over now, and you couldn't wait to clean off and collapse in bed.

The mission had run as late as it had been rough, and it was well into the night when you were finally heading back. You couldn't be sure you were good to drive home, so you would probably end up staying over in the spare bedroom in the mansion anyways. You had done this plenty of times before, it wasn't a big deal.

And yet, as dead tired as you were, you couldn't help but notice that Chase hadn't taken his eyes off you since you had gotten in the "Daven-car" (as Davenport insisted you guys call it). You were too tired to meet his gaze, to try to figure out what his problem was, so you just continued to stare into space and hoped it wasn't a huge deal.

Adam and Bree both groaned in unison when you made it in the door. Leo had fallen asleep on the ride home, so he was still half asleep when he trudged in the door. They threw off their mission suits and all went their seperate ways, to shower and then fall asleep.

But Chase was still looking at you in that way, and you couldn't shake it. With all the others gone, you finally met his gaze. Unsure what to say, you just raised an eyebrow to inquire what he was thinking.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked. His voice was low, rough. Overused from shouting orders as mission leader, and soft in that voice he seemed to have only reserved for you.

"Yeah?" You finally decided to respond, your voice just as tired and rough as his.

Chase stared at you for another few moments. You searched his expression, trying to figure out what was going on in that genius brain of his. You could read him a little better than most people, hell maybe even his own siblings. But he was still extremely guarded.

"C'mere," he said at last. He slowly moved forward and gently took your hand, not trying to startle you. He guided you a few steps to the spare bathroom and pulled you inside.

Chase Davenport was one of the few people you trusted completely, maybe even the person you trusted the absolute most. So you weren't worried, mostly just curious.

"What's going on?"

Chase was inspecting you. "Are you hurt? You had some bad run-ins back there."

That was true. The mission had been rough for more reasons than one and and there had been a lot of fighting and not all of it had been particularly kind to you. But you hadn't honestly thought about it; yeah you had some injuries, but it came with the job description, and you had had worse.

"Yes, Chase. I'm fine," You sternly assured him.

Even so, he wouldn't stop looking at you like a worried puppy.

"Can I see?" He asked, motioning to your torso.

"Chase, please-"

"Show me." His 'Mission Leader Voice' kicked in, and at that point you knew that arguing was useless. He could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to be.

Slowly, you pulled up your shirt over your head, revealing your torso which, admittedly, was covered in cuts and developing bruises. But nothing major in your opinion.

You heard Chase suck in a concerned breath, his tough leader persona dropping.

"Its- nothing, I'm fine." It was a little harder to justify yourself with your injuries in plain view, and you crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

"(Y/n), please," Chase reached out a hand towards you but stopped before coming in contact, "...Let me take care of you."

You almost argued again, but the argument died in your throat when you saw the look on his face.

"Okay." You whispered.

Chase met your eyes and nodded, before moving around you to find the first-aid kit in the closet by the door. You stripped down to your shorts.

Chase came back and took off his shirt too, finally revealing his injuries. He was also now in his shorts, and he climbed into the bathtub. You climbed in in front of him and you both sat cross legged. He was so close to you now.

He touched your bare back and the gentleness and warmth send a shiver down your spine. You couldn't remember the last time someone had cared this much about you.

Chase wet a washcloth with warm water and slowly started to gently press it on one of your cuts.

It was bliss. The warm water rolled down your back, and the warmth that radiated off the bionic boy's body seeped into your bones and gave you the relaxation you had been needing since the mission. You sighed in contentment and leaned forward to rest your forehead on the top of the thick faucet, the coldness of which helped the heat of your forehead.

Chase had assumably retrieved information on first-aid from his databank, and knew exactly how to tend to your wounds.

It would still hurt sometimes, that was unavoidable. Every time you would suck in a breath of pain Chase would tense, worried that he hurt you. You wish you could tell him that he could never hurt you, but you could never work up the courage to force the words out.

The two of you sat mostly in silence, you were both too tired and couldn't think of anything to say. I mean, 'So, how about this weather?' wasn't really appropriate in this situation.

Way too soon for your taste, Chase was done with your back, and asked you to turn around so he could clean your front.

You did so, as watched as he pushed the wet washcloth to the first bruise on your chest.

You glanced up, and part of you wished you hadn't.

Cause now there was no getting out of looking at him. No getting out of seeing his gorgeous eyes, so incredibly focused. No getting out of looking at his nose, which was scrunched up in that adorable way it did whenever he was focused, but he somehow never knew that he did it. No getting out of looking at his lips, so perfectly shaped and soft looking. No getting out of his sharp and attentive and intelligent gaze, the one that always gave you butterflies.

No getting out of the fact that you were slowly falling for Chase Davenport and you didn't know what to do about it.

You quickly looked down again, frantically searching for something to look at and hoping he didn't suspect anything.

Your heart skipped a beat when he touched you with his bare hands, just barely a brush of his fingers against your collarbone, and the spot where his fingers had lingered was still warm, you found yourself disappointed that he drew his hand away.

When he was done with your injuries, he started to pull away but you stopped him.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this, you're just as bad as I was. Turn around."

Chase lightly rolled his eyes but complied.

You took the first-aid supplies from him and set to work yourself. You were quite handy with a first-aid kit, even if you didn't have bionic intelligence to help you.

Working on his wounds in silence, you tried to ignore how soft his skin was and how his muscles shifted and moved under your fingertips.

Finally, you were done with his back, and asked him to turn around.

Remembering your heart attack the previous time, you tried not to look up from his chest- which to be fair was very distracting on its own.

You slipped up eventually though. And your eyes raised to his face. You found he was already looking at you. Like he was studying you.

Chase saw you looking up and your eyes met. Your hand slowly lowered away from the bruise on his chest, first-aid almost forgotten.

Neither of you did anything for a few golden seconds that felt like hours. Just stared at each other, faces so close you could almost touch one another.

You yearned to move closer to him, to close the gap between you. And apparantly, that yearning was stronger than common sense, because for whatever reason, you found yourself getting closer.

You didn't know what you were thinking when you connected your lips to his.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn't that he would kiss you back.

God, you were so right. His lips were soft. They fitted together with yours perfectly, like the universe had made the two of you like puzzle pieces that were always meant to slot together perfectly.

Your body heats mingled together; you were basically in each others' laps to begin with, but closing that gap between the two of you, you could feel his skin on yours, and the feeling was intoxicating.

You're afraid of how much longer you would've stayed there if common sense hadn't kicked in right then.

The two of you slowly pulled away, you still grasping at the leaving feeling and focusing on the feel of his lips until they completely left yours.

Your eyes flickered up. His eyes were half closed, lips still parted.

Eventually, it seemed like you both had gotten your bearings back. Chase looked like he was trying to figure out if that had been a dream or not, and if you were honest you were wondering that too.

Then it finally seemed to hit you.

Holy shit, I just kissed Chase Davenport.

You expected yourself to be insanely surprised, or so excited you couldn't breathe, and surely those thoughts would come later, but right now you were just. Staring at him. And he was staring back, with unfocused eyes.

You lightly shook your head to clear it.

You cleared your throat. "W- well, I'm uh, done." You said quickly, going to stand up.

"Right. Right- uh, yeah." He looked down at the floor and stood up as well.

You avoided looking at each other as he finished cleaning up and you put the kit away.

You walked of the bathroom followed by Chase. The air and feelings in there felt so unreal, you had almost forgotten what the rest of the world felt like.

The spare bedroom was right across the hall. You moved to the door.

Chase gave a last look at you, looking like he wanted to say something, but all he said was,

"...Goodnight (y/n)."

You stayed at the door. "G'night."

He nodded and turned to leave.

You didnt know what made you do it. The exhaustion, the lingering feeling from the bathroom, the feeling in the pit of your stomach that seemed to reach towards him. But you called out to him.

"Hey Chase."

He turned around, raised an eyebrow slightly to show that he was listening.

You paused. "Why don't you stay with me tonight?" You nodded towards the spare bedroom door.

"I mean, it might be beneficial to our sleep, you know?" You added that last part shyly, hoping maybe that sounded plausible enough.

Chase's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Oh, uh yeah! Sure, why not?" He stumbled.

You gave him a small warm smile and moved inside the bedroom. He returned the smile and followed.

You were right, it was the best sleep the two of you had had in months.

#woww chaotic-writer-11 actually posting??? 😱 no way #they slept together and cuddled and got a good night's sleep and nothing else stop thinking like that >:(#this is set around s3 btw #help not me avoiding any details about the “mission”#I'm not good at storybuilding ok 😭#having to connect ideas with realistic developments <<<#“why does chase have his shirt off all of a sudden when it wasn't addressed in the story” well you see he's a whore-#/hj lmaooo #“oh you're a writer? what's your writing style like?” run-on sentences apparantly #I'm a dialogue writer so this hurt me to write 😭#*happily writing* *realizes he has a real actor and that's kinda weird cause I'm picturing a real person* *keeps writing*#lab rats #chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport/reader #lab rats x reader #chase davenport x male reader #lab rats bionic island #lrbi #lab rats elite force #lref #lab rats chase #lab rats chase x reader #x reader #reader insert #hurt/comfort #fluff #writing #my writing #writer

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chaotic-writer-11 · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you’d wanna do a Healthy sibling relationship snippet or prompt or whatever with

Thor and loki from marvel? (Healthy as in not trying to kill eachother)

Hi! So so sorry it took so long I'm sick and I haven't been on this account for a few days, I'm literally 2 weeks late I'm so sorry 😭😭

First ask, excited and nervous

(At least this means I'm on a schedule and might actually write it on time unlike the ones I do for myself)

There wasn't any specified prompts or anything so I hope this is ok! (also I'm not sure I'm great at writing marvel so I hope this is fine)

Snow Day (Thor & Loki)

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Relationship: thor & loki

Summary: It doesn't snow on Asgard. Thor and Loki enjoy a snow day on Earth

Genre: mostly fluff, they're just having fun

Warnings: none

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"BROTHERR" Loki groaned quietly at the booming voice and closed his book, his peace officially interuppted.

The owner of the voice had already burst through Loki's door with a wide grin.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I have to show you something! Come outside!" Thor looked like a child in a candy store.

"What is it? And what are you wearing?" Loki motioned to the heavy coat Thor was wearing that made him look like a blond marshmallow.

"You have to see it!" Thor insisted, and without giving Loki time to deny him, he gently grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, much to the annoyance of the god of mischief.

Thor came to a sudden stop right before the door and shoved a heavy coat into the his brother's confused arms. He pulled Loki out the door, Loki quickly pulling on the coat.

Once they were outside Thor finally stopped and let go of Loki, looking at him expectantly.

Loki glared at him for a moment, pulling the coat closer to his body, but then any words that were about to come out were stopped dead by the view.

The ground was white. Or maybe, covered in something white. It fell from the sky, like rain but more solid.

"What is it?" Loki scrunched up his face as one of the not-raindrops landed on his face.

"I've been told it's called 'snow'. It's like rain but frozen!"

"Snow..." Loki muttered. He held out his hand and let one land on it. It was cold and it disappeared immediately, assumed melted. Whatever it was, it was beautiful.

At least, that's what he thought until Thor threw a handful at Loki and he realized how truly cold it was.

"Thor!" Loki complained, offended and still braced from the impact. He tried to brush the snow off his coat as best he could. Thor laughed heartily.

Loki decided to wipe the grin off his face by grabbing his own handful and throwing it back at Thor, earning a not so manly yelp out of the blond. Loki chuckled.

The two brothers spent the rest of the day messing around in the snow. Thor showing Loki some things he had learned that humans do in the snow. They made a "snowman" (or as Thor called it, a "snow-asgardian").

They lost track of the time they were outside, and without realizing it the sunset stuck up on them. When it started getting dark they begrudgingly went inside, tired.

As Thor yawned, finally too tired to talk for once, Loki smiled to himself. He would rather die than admit it but, he had fun.

#IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG #I FEEL TERRIBLE #marvel #marvel x reader #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #imagines #one shot #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #thor odinson #thor odison imagine #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

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chaotic-writer-11 · 2 years

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Blog introduction - Fandoms I'll write for /what I'm comfortable with /my rules

Fandoms I'll write for

Stranger things

Lab rats

Star wars (prequels and originals)

Star wars rebels

Sw: the bad batch

The Umbrella Academy

Spiderverse

My Babysitters a Vampire (mbav)

That 70s Show / That 90s Show

Marvel

Julie and the Phantoms (jatp)

Doctor who (preferably 10 and 11 but I'll write any doctor)

Gravity falls

Newsies (movie)

Percy Jackson

Tales of Arcadia

Ninjago

This definitely isn't all of them so if you have a character you want, you can always ask me if I know them/am comfortable writing them

What I'm comfortable with

x readers / reader inserts (focused on these)

character & character

platonic reader relationships

older/younger sibling relationships

parent figure and child relationships

romantic relationships

sexual jokes

spicy/suggestive

male!reader, female!reader, or gn!reader

Almost any genre (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, etc)

some tropes - ask

lgbtqia+ relationships/reader/content (we support all here :) )

trans(masc)!reader (I am transmasc myself so I could write that but unfortunately I am not confident enough to say I could write a transfeminine character or reader and accurately portray the transfem experience)

What I'm not comfortable with

straight up smut

steamy/suggestive making out (not really uncomfortable just bad at writing it)

pregnancy fics

child x adult (or any big age gap in a romantic relationship)

incest

any ships or _!reader I'm uncomfortable with for any reason

writing about real people

anything bigoted

honestly just use common sense beyond that

My rules

if I say no, respect my decision

^ additionally, don't be pushy about it

be paintent, I'm a huge procrastinator and it might take some time for me to write it or get to your request

respect my no nsfw rule and don't get too wild, I'm a minor.

respect other people's ships/opinions

we go off the "don't like, don't read" rule here.

I have the right to block anyone I don't like or feel unsafe with, as do you

don't fight in my notes

I want this blog to be a safe and welcoming environment and if you are being unsafe or bringing bigotry or hate into this space, I will block you. Please just be nice to each other.

If you don't know whether I'd be comfortable or not with something, ASK!!

And if you have questions, you can always ask! I won't judge!

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