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Where have you GONE?!?!

Theres a beautiful thing in the UK known as A levels,,and they have been kicking my ass

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Hey! I hope you are open :) If not, please ignore this 😅 Could you do headcanons with a really tired female s/o and she doesn‘t want to sleep? With Lúcio, McCree and Junkrat please :)

Lucio

Both of you had had a long and tiring day after Lucio’s surprise appearance at this huge music festival his management had been hyping up for months.

As his second in command, you’d been running around all day trying to organise things such as making sure the crew were all happy and if there was anything you could do to make the process run smoother

The supporting acts hadn’t been much help, due to their lack of experience and maturity, it made you feel like you were babysitting rather than working.

It wasn’t until you were in the taxi back to your shared hotel room that the wave of exhaustion had finally hit you. Your head lulled as you tried to stop yourself from falling asleep there and then.

You boyfriend laughed, his hand rubbing circles into your back. “You should get some sleep,” he said. You mumbled back something incoherent about the supporting act misbehaving, but Lucio just hushed you gently and held you as you slept on his shoulder.

McCree

McCree had you working extra hard recently after you’d opened up about your abilities in training. You’d confided in him that you’d been wanting to improve for months but you didn’t know how.

Upon first glance, most people would look at McCree and see nothing more than a man who knows how to use a gun, but when it came to physical combat and sparring, he knew a thing or two about self-defence.

Days turned into weeks and Jesse could see your progress slowly improving over time. So, as any normal trainer would do, he kicked it up a notch - in hindsight, this probably wasn’t a good idea.

You lay there, sprawled out on the compound gym’s sprung mat, panting with sweat dripping down your face. McCree stood towering over you - “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

He handed you a lift up and pulled you to your feet. You collapsed against his chest as he chuckled, “You look like you need a nap.” You groaned reluctantly as you feel his arms enclose around you, picking you up and taking you away to your shared room.

Junkrat

This was the third night in a row you two had been up. One of Jamison’s inventions was just days away from being complete and neither of you had rested since.

Your boyfriend was used to days like these, the constant work and the non-stop tinkering - you, however, were less adjusted to this situation.

He’d asked you to fetch a spanner, nothing too complicated but as you stood you could feel your knees give out from underneath you. A clatter disturbed the semi-peaceful silence of the workshop.

Jamison was quick on his feet, crouching over you confused as you groaned and rubbed your head. Before he could say anything, you cut him off - “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He shook his head. “Nope, darl, you’re overworked... off to bed with you now.” He demanded. You tried to resist but you were just so tired that you let him take a break and care for you for a little while.

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Heyy! Can I request a petite!reader x Hanzo Shimada? (Cause I’m smol). Just some tooth rotting fluff 👀

Hanzo:

- He treats you like a fragile glass rose. Every touch or movement around you is soft and delicate and anyone who comes off as abrasive is immediately put back into their place by him.

- That being said, if he’s at all frustrated or feeling a little reckless, he’ll just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. No hesitation, one moment you’re on the ground and the next you’re heading to wherever he’s dragging you

- His kisses are as soft as his touch, feathery light lips that drag up and down your neck, across your jaw and peppered softly all over you.

- If he’s had a rough day, he’ll pull you into his lap, his arms wrapped neatly around your waist as you sit on his crossed legs, watching his trace shapes over your legs and listening to him talk for ages as he spares no details of his day.

- Everything about him from the way he looks at you with the utmost adoration to the way every small smile forms on his lips when he sees you, makes shivers run down your spine as you feel your insides swell with excitement.

- He never lets you forget how much he loves you. Simple and subtle reminders every day such as leaving out his casualwear as he knows you love the was his hoodies hang just above your knees and his sleeves fall off your wrists effortlessly.

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OUR QUEEN IS BACK!!!!!💞❤️❣️💘💜🧡💖💕🖤💓💙💛💞💙❤️💓💙💞💛❤️💚🧡💘💚❤️💜💞🧡💕💞🖤❤️💜💜💞🧡🖤💕💕💕💖

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I’m so glad you’re back!!!!!!!

ayooo thanks, college work is a lot right now, but i should be getting back into writing v v soon ❤️

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Happy Birthday!!

thank youuu!!!!

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Happy Birthday Hope You have a Wonderful Day

thank you babeeee ❤️❤️

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Happy Birthday! I wish you the best and I hope you get through all the troubles that you have.

thank you my love 💞

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Drabbles for my Valentine <3

For Galentine’s and Valentine’s Day, send in a number and any character your heart truly desires for a drabble!!!

Quotes:

1. “But I love you”

2. “Be my bloody Valentine”

3. “Grab his dick”

4. “Can I just please kiss you?”

5. “Wanna go bang this out in the closet?”

6. “You’re killing me”

7. “Let me take care of that, sweet cheeks”

8. “And you said you’d done that before”

9. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

10. “What the fuck is that flavor?”

11. “There’s more where that came from”

12. “How could you do this?”

13. “I’m begging you to stop, please”

14. “Just shut up”

15. “I don’t want to hear any more excuses”

16. “Just cuddle me into oblivion” 

17.  “Let’s stop before this gets out of hand”

18. “Where are your clothes?”

19. “Just put me out of my misery”

20. “This escalated quickly”

Movies:

21. Love Actually

22. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

23. 10 Things I Hate About You

24. Set It Up

25. Silver Linings Playbook

26. Mr. & Mrs. Smith

27. The Princess Bride

28. How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days

29. Clueless

30. The Big Sick

AU’s / Tropes:

31. Bed Sharing

32. Coffee Shop AU

33. Western AU

34. Enemies to Lovers

35. Spy AU

36. Bakery/ Flower Shop AU

37. Cuddling :)

38. Angst

39. Fake Dating

40. LGBTQ Reader

Songs:

41. All Shook Up - Elvis Presley

42. My Girl - Otis Redding

43. Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

44. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

45. I Wanna Know What Love Is - Agent Provocateur

46. Sunsets For Somebody Else - Jack Johnson

47. Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley

48. Love Is All You Need - The Beatles

49. Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

50.  How Deep Is Your Love - Saturday Night Fever

Please please please send them in! I want quite badly to write for you all, and tagging mutuals  and permanent tag list to hopefully spread the word! 

@gingerwritess

@spidermanswifi

@feistybaby

@agentbuckybeans

@twentyonewinchesters

@fratboievans

@imthemishamigo

@iamkatehardy

@yvyb

@cptsteven

@delicatecapnerd

@super-complicated

@fitzsimmons-is-forever

@drakesfiance

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!!!! thank you so much,, omg

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Detention (Rogers!reader) [2]

“Sit down” were the first words y/n heard upon entering the apartment later that night, dropping her bag at the door and ignoring half the contents that spilt out,she sat down on the navy blue couch, facing her father who stood opposite, arms crossed and a stern expression addressing his normally calm features that once again sparked the dread in the pit of her stomach.

Picking at the hem of her black,white and red miniskirt she sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like hours as steves icy blue gaze burned into her,she mentally cursed herself for acting so weak,with anyone else her head would be held up high with her trademark defiant expression adorning her face,but the intense disappointment she sensed from her dad extinguished that light within seconds.

“We gonna talk about this? Or are you gonna act like a child for the rest of the night?” The room seemed to condense itself with the tension as y/n summoned any shred of her bravery she could find to look him in the eyes and resume her mask of confidence, there was no way to avoid this confrontation the least she could do was face it with dignity.

She straightened herself and tilted up her way chin “I know you’re mad” she said “but you always told me to stand up for what I believe in and I saw him and she looked so scared and-” in her head her voice was full of authority and clear but when she spoke she was slightly shaky with a hint of a croak,y/n took a deep breath before resuming “I got angry and lost control, but I only did it to help her” she quickly added in an attempt to justify her brash decision.

“I know you thought you were doing what’s right” Steve sighed, tilting his head to make eye contact “but violence? Really y/n? You could have gone to a teacher? Or called for help? But instead, as usual, you didn’t think and attacked and now not only are you suspended but you’ve disappointed me” his voice rose with every sentence but every sentence made her blood boil once more as she snapped her head towards him, a fierce look in her eyes.

“Call for help?” She chuckles dryly, “cmon dad, he’s done this before and gotten away with it, we both know that the school board would have done fuck all”

“Hey, watch your language” he snapped at her “you’re the one who physically assaulted someone here and who has gotten herself suspended, maybe even expelled” the vein in his neck sticking out ever so slightly in frustration as he struggled to remain calm. “And defended someone who needed it” her voice roared, not caring that the neighbours would most likely complain the next day “just like YOU have told me to do all my life” she quickly stood up and spun around to face him, throwing her arms up in the air, “you always tell me that violence is not the answer when YOU used to do the exact same thing back in the ’40s and even now, did you defeat Loki by calling for a teacher? Or Ultron with negotiation? No, you fought, I KNOW I fucked up but I was just trying to be like you!” She instantaneously regretted the last part of her speech and turned around to avoid his gaze as she swallowed the thick lump in her throat.

Steve stayed silent for a moment,staring at the floor as he digested what his young daughter had just said, it was true, he wasn’t much better when he was her age,he’d had his fair share of scraps in abandoned alleyways to defend what he believed was right, but his had led to more danger than he could have imagined and the death of many loved ones,he didn’t want her to go through that loss and misery, yet taking one glance at her slightly shaking form that faced away from him, his anger simmered and he immediately softened.

He took a step towards her and pulled her into a loving and protective embrace, he admitted that despite her..chaotic methods he knew she was simply trying to make him proud.

“I-i didn’t mean to disappoint you” she whispered, Steve sighed “I know kid, I know” he pulled away and faced her “you were just trying to be like me, but that’s part of the problem, you are too much like me” he smiled softly “well, younger me”

Y/n laughed lightly as he wiped a lone tear away and placed a firm hand on her small shoulder “I’m proud of you, for defending her and standing up for yourself and others,don’t ever forget that�� his voice was calm and soothing as he continued “but promise me you’ll try to at least be careful and think first,I’ve already worked with one guy who let his anger get the better of him and things didn’t go great for him”

Despite the serious situation, y/n laughed as she regained herself, for once actually taking her fathers advice, “I promise” she said, “does this mean I’m free to go?”

“In a way, there still has to be some form of discipline” Steve held his hand out “you know the drill”

Y/n reluctantly handed her phone over “I understand” she began, a smirk forming on her lips as she stood as tall as she could, deepened her voice and puffed out her chest “ThE oNlY waY tO tRuLy bE cOoL iS tO fOlLoW tHe RuLeS” laughing as her dads face fell, she walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled out the spare phone tony had given her a few months previously when he noticed that confiscating her phone and a night of solitude in her room was Steve’s method of punishment, and of course Tony was right on hand to provide tricks and tips here and there to his co-workers daughter on how to avoid such misery.

A surplus of messages filled the screen, most from her friends and other people at the school wanting confirmation of the fight, a few memes, a winky face and a punch emoji from Natasha, a thumbs up from Clint and even a sweet message from the freshman girl who she learned was called Maisie, she smiled and replied to her and the rest of the messages, earbuds in to block any noise for the next few hours to kill the boredom of being ‘grounded’, Finally, her main group chat pinged and the opening line, sent by Oliver sparked her interest

‘Party at mine at 10, will the hero of the hour be joining us?’

The clock said 9:00, A mischevious glint filled her eyes as she smirked and replied, quickly filling a bag with her phone and charger, spare jacket, cigarettes and the half-finished bottle of cheap vodka she had hidden under her bed.

A tight fitting dress and a pair of heels was quickly thrown on as she peeked around her bedroom door, the hallway was dark with only the faint glow of the tv in the living room shining through the crack in the door, she knew her father most likely wouldn’t check on her during the night as due to her low stamina, she would usually be fast asleep by this time.

Taking her heels in hand and tiptoeing around the well known creaky parts of the floor, y/n held her breath when she passed the living room, only letting out a faint sigh of relief when she passed and was face to face with the front door, one hand on the handle and the other sending her location for Diana and ivy to pick her up, a sense of satisfaction filled her as she opened the door as quietly as she could.

Light suddenly shined on her back and the sound from the living room tv grew louder, she froze like a deer in the headlights when she heard the stern tone of Steve “Going somewhere?”

Y/n turned around, ready to bat her eyelashes and tell an elaborate story until she saw 3 figures instead of her expected one, Steve standing in the doorway and behind him, Bucky and Sam sat casually on the sofa, Bucky smirked in amusement whilst Sam mockingly waved “Hey y/n”

Her words were cut short as she stared at them in surprise, she had her headphones in so she wouldn’t have heard their arrival, face flushing as red as her lipstick she crossed her arms across her small frame, now fully aware of her skimpy outfit and slowly shuffled towards the living room door “I was um-”

Her fathers raised hand to cut her off as he pinched the bridge of his nose before one hand pointed towards her bedroom door and the other was held out motioning towards the spare phone she held, she sighed in defeat and handed them over before returning to her room, feeling slightly guilty but more embarrassed than anything as she knew she would be expecting stern words in the morning as well as an eternity of teasing from her uncles.

Steve slumped on the couch, sighing in defeat before turning to his friends “parenthood is harder than I thought”

“Teenagers” Sam chuckled

Bucky smirked “know you know how I used to feel, having to stop your ass 24/7, you’re right about one thing Steve, she’s just like you”

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“Exposed skin” OOOOO bitch we getting saucy yasssss

wink wonk

we’re stepping the game up lads

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The Slip Up (Peter Parker X Rogers!Reader)

Word count: 1110 words Warnings: None Summary: Y/N is the child of the famous Captain America. Knowing the strained relationship between your father and Tony Stark, it isn’t long before your beloved dork of a boyfriend lets it slip to his mentor about your relationship.

You hated to keep things from your father, but knowing the current status of him and Tony Stark was enough for you to leave your relationship with Peter unmentioned. You were sat with Peter in his room back in Queens and as far as Steve was concerned, he thought you were still at the compound.  It wasn’t like Steve ever badmouthed Peter, and Tony never uttered a negative word about you. But you didn’t know the repercussions of dating each other.

Both you and Peter had an agreement that you would leave your relationship out of the conversation for as long as you could until they could sort their issues out. Obviously, this was easier for Peter in some ways as he and Tony weren’t around each other as often as you and Steve, however, Peter liked to talk and Tony was known for his selective hearing.

The sun was casting warm rays through Peter’s window. You lay there, cuddled up in his arms. His nose was buried in your hair and his lips rested peacefully on your neck. Peter was lazily drawing soft patterns on your exposed skin and you could feel your eyes were going heavy. It was these moments that you treasured - back at the compound, you had to act like nothing more than acquaintances out of fear that you’d be found out.

You looked around Peter’s room. The familiar posters that hung loose on the wall always have you a sense of comfort. Papers were strewn all over his desk from when you’d interrupted his study session. Calculus and Physics textbooks were stacked up in a corner, proudly displaying his “state of the art Stark camera” that’d kindly been gifted to him as part of his Stark Internship.

‘I should get back to the compound’ You thought to yourself. You had to fight every urge to stay there in his arms, it was hard. Peter inhaled loudly, stretching out beneath you. It was like he read your mind, immediately giving you those puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t resist.

“I have to go...” you groaned, curling up into his chest hypocritically. Peter laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“I technically don’t have to go in until tomorrow, but I could drop you off a few blocks away and work with Mr Stark in the lab for a few hours? Who knows...” He shifted to kiss you on the lips, “maybe I could sneak into that room of yours I’m dying to see.”

You giggled, pushing away from him. “In your dreams, Spider-boy.” This earned a pout from Peter and a smile from you. “But a trip through the city sounds perfect.”

Less than 10 minutes later, you were swinging through the air and clinging onto your boyfriend. He’d kindly gifted you with a cotton face mask and one of his hoodies to protect your identity from getting back to the Avengers - the people of New York would never miss an opportunity to snap a picture of their favourite local hero.

You were about half a mile away from the compound. Peter had landed on the roof of a local comic book store. You walked to the edge of the roof as he was fumbled around, getting changed behind a large vent. He ungraciously knocked into a few walls and grates but you weren’t paying him much attention. Instead, your focus was on the limited view you had of the track in the compound. What didn’t shock you was the sight of your dad running laps as he normally did.

Peter stuffed his suit into his bag and joined you. He slipped an arm around your waist. “I’ll see you around.” He whispered and left after he kissed your teeth. You said nothing as you watched him jump off the roof and climb down a guttering pipe.

“Kid! I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” Tony stared at Peter, expression blank and unreadable.

“W-well, Mr Stark, sir, I was in the area and I-I was just wondering - of course, it’s okay if not - if you needed help... around the lab.... today.” His hands fiddled nervously across his chest and he avoided eye contact with his mentor.

Tony laughed and gestured for him to join him at the table. Peter let out the breath he was holding and grinned, pulling up a stool next to him. Peter began to blabber about things that Tony wasn’t too interested in. But, he nodded and hummed along with Peter’s stories to make him feel better.

Obviously, Tony’s ears perked up at the mention of you. Whilst he seemed like he wasn’t listening, he was actually hanging onto every word he said.

“Y/N? You mean Rogers’ kid?”

“Uh...”

“Don’t worry kid, I get it.”

“You’re dating Stark’s kid?!” Your father burst into your bedroom. You were startled, to say the least, clutching your heart and breathing fast. It took you a minute to process everything he’d just said. You could tell by the fire in his eyes that you weren’t getting out of this one easily.

“Damnit, Peter.” You muttered and looked away. You took a deep breath and stood to meet your dad halfway. “He’s not ‘Stark’s kid’, he’s his apprentice. Besides, where did you hear such a thing?”

Steve sighed, folding his arms matter-of-factly, “Stark came waltzing into the kitchen where I was minding my own business to congratulate me on “my future son-in-law” and that we’d be seeing more of each other whether I liked it or not?!” 

You bit your lip. You’d been caught out and you had no excuse this time. “Dad... Peter makes me happy. I’m sorry that gets in the way of your disagreement with Tony, but don’t I deserve to be happy? It’s not like its easy for people like us to find someone who understands, but Peter does, he gets me like no one else does.” You threw your arms around.

Turning away from him, you huffed and scuffed your foot against the ground. You felt a heavy hand fall on your shoulder, you knew your father felt guilty but you just couldn’t bear to face him. He sighed, waiting until he grew impatient and spun you around. His tired eyes bore into your soul. Your bottom lip quivered slightly.

“I had no idea...” He said. You shrugged off his hand and shook your head.

“It’s fine. I don’t expect you to understand. I’m gonna go find Peter, anyway.” You grabbed your jacket and left without another word. 

You weren’t going to find Peter, you just knew you needed to breathe for a while. This would sort itself out soon.

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Hello, I was wondering if you have any rules regarding request? Also, what kind of requests do you do?

Hi! Okay so my rules are pretty simple:

No creepy shit, no illegal shit, don’t shit on anyone else’s passions and interests.(i.e. no paedophilia, no rape/non-con, no fetishizing communities and if someone ships something that you don’t and you don’t like it, keep your opinion to yourself, basically)

I will write:

- headcanons- one-shots- reader inserts- pairings (ships and OTPs)- fics (probably between 2-5 parts)- drabbles- blurbs(+ gif based reactions if asked)

I can do:

- fluff- smut- angst- slow burn- AUs

I cannot do:

- Omegaverse- Furries (there’s probably a better way of putting that)- OCs- Hardcore kinks (refer to ‘grapefruit’ on the citrus scale)

I hope that covers all your questions :)

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OMG you are the nicest!! Might do a part 2 to detention once I’m out this log cabin but honestly tysm cause u don’t feel comftable for many reasons doing my own imagine account

of course! I understand it takes a lot of courage to post writing so it’s okay that that is something you’re not okay with :) PLEASE write a part two, I’m dying to read it and just send it in any time you want!

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Omg thank you!! I know it’s weird but I just feel more comftable submitting them here for positives and negatives? Is it okay if I submit other ones if I get any ideas at any point in time? I think ur amazing and I feel comftable submitting them here

omg of course!! I’d love to read more of your work so any time you just wanna send one in, I’ll happily post it :)

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Detention (Rogers!reader)

Y/n Rogers had done nothing wrong.

Well, According to her anyways, yet here she was, slumped in the stiff plastic chair in the yellow and white assembly hall, surrounded by the several other unfortunate students with the same bored expression on their faces.

She had entered the hall feeling like a hero, high on adrenaline, proud and defiant but as the minutes passed with only the chipping paint and her own thoughts to occupy her, the more the defiance simmered and the dread of her fathers inevitable disappointment took refuge in her chest as she knew the school would have informed him by now of her actions previously that day.

What she had done was completely justifiable in her eyes but she knew that the bloody nose she had given a linebacker after she had caught him harassing one of the freshman girls behind the bleachers may have been an ‘inappropriate decision’ according to the principle and most likely her father,Y/n knew that it wasn’t her intentions that Steve would be disappointed in but more her methods of solving the problem, but the look of fear on the young girls face and her fathers voice telling her to ‘always defend others’ sparked her well-known temper and she had seen red.

Growing up, Y/n was both the same yet the opposite of her dad, she had inherited his strength and speed but not his size and stamina, his willingness to defend others and fight for what’s right but not his calm temperament and his caution, her temper and defiant personality has led to clashes over the years, whether it be over fights, parties, clothing choices or just about anything Y/n wasn’t supposed to be doing.

She was already on thin ice after her fathers disapproval over her crop top and mini skirt outfit she had left the house in this morning, even after her and her friends had been caught smoking behind the back of the school earlier that week he had managed to stay calm and instead provided a simple warning and a stern talk about health risks, but she knew this would be the final straw and she could kiss goodbye to her phone, impressive social life and any form of communication with her friends and girlfriend for at least 2 months.

Twirling a dark curl around her finger she thought hard about how she could possibly avoid punishment, but despite having a talent for talking her way out of situations (thanks to her aunt Natasha) and having her dad wrapped around her little finger, her only hope was using her fathers actions against him, after all he had committed FRAUD to defend others back in the war, all she had done was save one freshman at the cost of a concussed senior boy, all through her 16 years of life he had always told her to be strong and stand up for what’s right,that’s what she had done so he truly couldn’t be that hypocritical?

As she clung to her final shred of defiance she spotted her friend Oliver out of the corner of her eye, head in his hands and one earbud in his right ear, he spotted her and grinned back at her, her dread subsided whilst she was distracted for the next 3 minutes as they communicated through symbols and lip reading, until the hard-faced geography professor on detention duty rolled in the bulky tv on the rickety metal frame.

Oliver and Y/n smirked as they expected some cringey video about ‘being a good student’ they could all take the piss out of in the group chat later, until the button was pressed, a familiar flash of red, white and blue filled the screen.

Embarrassment flushed her face and ears as she recoiled in horror when the Brooklyn accent filled her ears, uttering those 4 words that would haunt her dreams as the small television version of her father, in full Captain America gear, stared into her soul.

“So….you got detention,”

Oh god, please no.