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Hiya! Can you please make a headcanon about how Thaddeus, Philip, Big James, Andrew, Simon Z, and John would react to you being pregnant and then going into labor, and everything that goes with that?

Okay listen….. 👀 I did research for this. Men being present during childbirth back then wasn’t really a thing, they’d be removed from the room(not that they really had a problem with that) and absolutely not allowed to touch anything. If they did they’d be considered ritually unclean according to Jewish law.

(Joseph(the ultimate stepdad) was a real one when Mary went into labor because it was just the two of them and it was an emergency. The article I found with all of this information disagrees, but they literally stayed with the animals and laid the baby in a manger……so you believe what you want I guess.)

So normally, midwife would do the delivery, all the women folk were present if they could be to help out. We’re talking birthing chairs, as many clean cloths as possible, warm water, clean olive oil. I’ll post the link to where I got the info if someone wants it.

Also, new life is always a happy thing, so every one of these men would be happy and excited. However, I’m going to focus on the other accompanying emotions. So don’t get it twisted, they’re all happy, even if I don’t mention it.😉

I also ask you to graciously ignore inconsistencies that I have for sure made. It was such a different time back then, I don’t know which terms they had and which they didn’t.

That being said, 😤 let’s do this.

Andrew:

Anxiety city. He would literally fret over every little thing.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Do you need me to go get water? I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“You shouldn’t be on your feet so much.”

And that’s just the entirety of your pregnancy, you going into labor??? Dial that up x1000

Dude would be silently panicking, but asking you every single question he can think of.

Shaking hands, jittery and nervous and worried for you.

He’d get you to the midwife as quick as possible.

Most men are just content to stay out of the birthing part,,,, Andrew would have a heart attack.

He’d pace the entire time. Simon Peter would try to get his mind off of it(seeing as Eden would absolutely be involved with you, he’d be around anyways.)

As soon as the door opens, he’s by your side.

Holding baby would wreck him. He’d cry. He’d just be sobbing and kissing the crown of the head.

You both would cry. Him crying would cause you to cry and you’d both be a mess(obviously you’d also be exhausted, so that has a hand in it as well.) Hormones man, they do a number on ya.

Simon Peter would have to pull him away physically in order for them to do anything. He would never want to leave baby even weeks after.

Thaddeus:

He is so sweet all the time. That’s just the general vibe he gives off.

Foot rub? Fo sho. More water? You got it.

The last few days of your pregnancy, he would be right there with you. You’d both be able to tell when it was close. And he’d be stuck to your side.

When you do actually go into labor, he’d be ecstatic. So excited.

Very supportive, getting you safely to the midwives, getting you who or whatever is needed.

Then of course he’d be pushed from the room, while the women worked.

He would seem content on the outside, but he’d be a bit worried on the inside. Not pacing, but he’d for sure be bobbing his leg.

They tell him that he can see you and the baby and Nathaniel kicks him to knock him out of whatever trance he’s in.

So gentle when holding baby, he’d freeze. He’d be afraid of moving.

As soon as he could, he’d hand baby back. Not because he doesn’t want to hold baby, he’s just afraid of making a mistake.

Definitely doesn’t want to hurt baby.

You help him though, teaching him how to support the head and how not to be so stiff.

Over all, he’d be so cautious and loving.

Big James:

Hot take: James is a teddy bear. Super softy, but incredibly protective.

I feel like he’d talk to your belly when it’s just the two of you. Softy to the max.

I feel like he’d find out you were in labor from someone else tho and then like sprint to be there as soon as he could.

He wouldn’t pace, but you know that stance he takes when “protecting” Jesus? Arms crossed, feet wide, chin tilted. He’d stand like that right outside the door. He wouldn’t move, regardless of how long labor takes.

After everything is ready for the father to come see baby:

He’s so tall that when he holds baby for the first time, it’s almost funny how small baby is compared to him.

Idk how his singing voice is, but I feel like he’d try to sing baby to sleep. You’d help too. Whisper singing baby to sleep.

He’d tell baby stories. 100% he just would. He’d talk to them as much as possible.

Simon Z:

Calm and collected. A silent protector.

While training to be a zealot, he didn’t have plans to be married. Let alone raise a child.

He’d be so afraid that this wonderful thing, that is you and the family you two are starting, could be taken away at any time.

His prayer life would be healthy, I’ll tell you that much.

Beyond that: caring for you during your pregnancy and when it gets close to the end; it would be effortless for him.

You wouldn’t have to ask for anything. He’d always be watching you when he was able, so in tune to anything you might need.

He’d know when you were sore.

When you were thirsty.

(You know in cloudy with a chance of meat balls: Earl with his chest hair that tells him when stuff is happening?) yeah. I’m not saying it’s his chest hair, but yknow. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He’d know right when you go into labor without even being in the room.

Because of how he was trained, whenever labor starts, he’d be quick to get you to the midwife and then he’d keep watch.

I’m not talking about standing at the door. Way more than that.

He’d case the building. On the roof. He’d change sides.

He would know the face of every person in there with you AND who passes by.

After you’ve been cleaned and can stay awake long enough, they come to get Simon.

He is basically a sponge while the midwives are talking to him about how to hold baby and what to do while he’s holding baby.

He’s listening, but is always looking at baby.

You thought the way he protected Jesus and you were overkill,,,, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

it’s so much worse.

“Who’s holding baby?”

“They’ve had enough time holding baby.”

“Please sit down while you’re holding baby.”

“Do not touch baby until your hands are clean.”

“Baby is sleeping, be quiet.”

Any of the guys makes so much as a rustle, they are forcibly removed from the room by either the ear or the upper arm, whichever one is the easier grab at that moment.

Philip:

That episode in season 3 when they’re going 2 by 2 and he’s sitting with the kiddos. 🙃🙂🫠 y’all I melted.

He wants kids. Dude wants kids.

Ecstatic at the idea of you being pregnant and getting to raise little ones with you.

He’d do his own form of research, he’d talk to people he trusts who have kids and ask about it.

He’d ask for advice, but would weigh every bit of advice he gets.

Ultimately trusting Adonai for everything beyond his control.

Very calm when you go into labor, knows exactly what to do and where to bring you for the midwife. Will step out begrudgingly.

He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or angry. Also the law….

The first time he holds that baby, he doesn’t want to let go.

Obviously he has to at some point, but his heart changes when he holds your little one.

He loved kids before, but it’s so much more than that now.

He would do anything for that little one and you can tell that the baby already has him wrapped around that tiny finger.

John:

Is so attentive. Would def talk Salome’s ear off about how to be there for you and she would absolutely drill that into him.

Be there. Be present until you can’t be and then be present afterwards.

He gets this excited puppy expression when you tell him you think you’re in labor. You know the one. Pure unbridled glee.

Anxious excited, not so much anxious worried.

Of course he’s concerned. Especially when the midwife kicks him out.

But more excited.

Pacing, bobbing on the balls of his feet while he waits outside.

Listen, Christ is first in all of their lives, but the second he holds that baby for the first time, his world stops.

He’s so infatuated with that little bundle of cloth and softness that he literally can’t hear anyone for a good thirty seconds.

There’s ample teasing from Big James when he meets the little one and sees that John is holding the baby instead of you.

He also won’t let anyone else hold the baby for a good chunk of time.

Slight overkill, but he’s a first time father can you blame him?

One more because I just have to:

Being a part of the ministry while being pregnant and going into labor. This one is more story based and less generic.

Everyone would be at your house because of course they would be when they’re in town, you’d love being a home-base for them.

You loved listening to Jesus talk. He could ramble about agriculture in the background and you’d find comfort in it.

This particular day when the group showed up, Jesus gave you a softer greeting compared to the others who buzzed their way in and made themselves at home.

It took you off guard for a half second before you returned it.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” He would ask. “Ready to be an eema?”

“I feel heavy. And if it means I won’t be pregnant anymore, absolutely.” You would chuckle.

“Oh yes, it’s close isn’t it?” Mary M. smiled warmly at you. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You returned the smile.

“Oh I don’t think so, everything is ready, my own eema is here to help as well. Thank you though, you’re very kind.”

Everyone would sit down and you’d make sure everyone has food and drink. When you finally sit down, someone asks for something and you go to stand up, but Mary M. Tells you to stay where you are and she gets it instead.

In the midst of Jesus talking, you have a particularly uncomfortable cramp. No, that’s an understatement, it hurts, a lot.

You grunt and everyone turns their heads to you.

“Everything all right?” Jesus asks, but when you look up he’s grinning.

“Y/n, I think your water just broke.” Mary says setting down whatever she was doing.

You look down and sure enough, it looks like you’ve wet yourself.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” You give a half laugh before another contraction makes you double over. Then it’s go time.

Everyone is moving at once to make sure you get to where you need to be.

Mary and Ramah go with you and your eema and just before they get you out the door, a warm hand plants gently on the crown of your head. What you didn’t see was your husband hurriedly speaking to his Rabbi as chaos had begun.

He had asked for a blessing.

Labor was long and by the end, you were completely exhausted.

You slept the rest of the day.

But the next day, once you got to go home with baby, everyone was waiting. It was truly a sight to see.

The whole group is so excited to have another member of the ministry.

The most interesting part about it is the fact that when Jesus holds baby, baby instantly calms.

No matter what was wrong, as soon as he’s cradling the little one, their cries cease. Baby just lays there staring up at the messiah.

(Oh to be a tiny child looking up at your lord and savior)(I cry)

@multifandomsofficial I know this ask was you, lol I hope you enjoyed it.

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Hey! Just wondering. Do you write the chosen fanfics or headcanons? Asking for a friend.... 😉

Pfffffffft…… maybe…. I’m working on it. It’s a definite maybe…. 👀😏

But on my other blog @fxshrxfmxn so I’ll be posting it there if I do end up writing it…….. maybe in a week….. maybe less….. idk…..

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To Rizz Or Not To Rizz

This is purely self indulgent and I make no apologies.

(This is based on the characters in the Chosen TV show and should not reflect on the biblical figures themselves.)

TW: Rizz or lack thereof….

Philip: Has Rizz but chooses not to use it because he wants to give other people a chance. Also, he’s pretty sure he smells from being on the road all the time, so at least he’s self aware.

Matthew: Doesn’t care whether he has Rizz or not. He’s intelligent, that’s all he needs.

Simon Peter: His Rizz is used for Eden and Eden alone. End of story.

Andrew: Too nervous to use Rizz. Simon Peter gave him lessons when they were younger, but uh…. They didn’t stick.

John: Is confident he doesn’t need it. He’s honestly really sweet so I think he could get by without I.

Big James: His is absolutely tied to his size. Dude is a sky scraper and he uses it. Needs to learn that intimidation is not the same as Rizz. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Nathaniel: Arrogance is not Rizz. Neither is dirty jokes. Or sass, though honestly I find banter super amusing so it might work tbh.

Simon Z: Does not care if he has Rizz or not. Has never had to use it so he just doesn’t know.

Little James: Has slightly quirky clumsy Rizz. I think he wouldn’t even try to use it because he doesn’t think very much of himself🥺 That’s fine tho, we love him anyways.

Thaddeus: I feel like he has Rizz and he could use it, but he prefers being genuinely kind.

Thomas: He tries bless his heart. So clumsy with his words all the time. Luckily, Ramah loves it.

I will not be taking questions at this time.

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A Misunderstanding

John(Son of Thunder)

Angst + Fluff(because I can’t have one without the other(my heart can’t take it)) + “Whose blood is that?” + “Why is there blood on your hands?” + “I’m not good with things like this.”

WC: 1k

Warnings/what to expect: mentions of blood and wounds/only a little bit\ reader is a bit squeamish(she pxkes)/ is also betrothed to John(awww)/ also siblings with Simon and Andrew/ I didn’t want to pull too many characters in so I just had one of them there

Author’s note: prompted by the lovely @multifandomsofficial | I wanted to write, but I didn't know where to start, so thanks for the assistance. This is just testing out fanfic for Chosen, seeing if people would read my stuff. So, if you like it let me know!

The sky was a lovely blue, very few clouds and the breeze was perfect to keep you cooler that afternoon. You liked picking fruit with Mary and Ramah, it was a much needed reprieve from the gaggle of men in your group.

You walked close, but in front of Mary and Ramah, leading them back to the camp. You could see a few of the boys milling about the camp as you got close. Just outside the camp, on the other side, you saw the silhouettes of the brothers John and James accompanied by Simon Z.

They were slower and once you focused on the hue of red, you dropped your basket when you realized it was on John’s hands. A ringing in your ears drowned out the talking behind you. The three men turned a bit once in camp and you realized James’ hands too were tinted with red.

Immediately the worst thoughts came to mind. John was attacked. Both brothers, probably as they had gone out together that morning. He’s hurt, possibly fatally wounded. Or he hurt someone else, but he wouldn’t do that, not your John.

A hand on your arm brought you back into focus and you pointed with a gasped breath. Mary stepped in front of you.

“Y/n, deep breaths.”

“Why- blood.” You could hardly get the word out and Mary took your arm after setting her basket down. She led you into camp and straight to the three.

“Whose blood is that?” It was the only thing you could come out with.

John looked up at you with with slight surprise, eyebrows softening at seeing your visage before tensing again.

“Y/n, are you ok?”

You almost laughed at his concern before you felt your mouth water, you hurried to a bush a bit away from the group. There went your breakfast. Mary was close behind with a small rag and a water skin. Once you were sure you were okay again, at least not going to throw up again, you went back to see them.

“You don’t look so good, love.” John said while he shifted to turn to you. Simon Z gripped his wrist to keep him in place, doing so caused John to grimace a bit before he quickly covered the expression with a soft smile.

“Why do you have blood on your hands?” Your own were gripped together in front of your stomach.

“It was a small accident, Y/n.” John shook his head. “Nothing to worry about. Are you ok?”

“I should be asking you that question…” You swallowed, trying not to look at where Z was bandaging his hand.

“It was just a misunderstanding.” James said, arms crossed as he watched his brother.

“A misunderstanding with who?” You immediately asked, hands gripped tighter. “We aren’t exactly in friendly territory, James.”

John gave a brief tight lipped scowl at his brother for worrying his betrothed.

“Y/n, I am going to be fine, we talked it out, nothing too hostile, everything is fine, I’m fine.”

“Hey!” Nathaniel called as he and Simon jogged up to the small group, presumably coming back from their own errand. “I heard about that run in with those Samaritans, rocks huh? Especially sharp near that area, I could have told you not to make people angry over there, huh?”

John seemed clearly fine to him and so Nathaniel spoke without filter. Your hands trembled. John shook his head at Nathaniel, but the damage was done.

“A misunderstanding?!” You growled, looking between James and John. Simon hurried around to you at John’s nod. Your brother pulled you a little bit away from them by your shoulders and held your eyes.

“Y/n, I need you to breathe,” he said gently. Of course he’d be the one to deescalate your anxiety, he’d done so many times with Andrew.

You nodded as he walked you through breathing techniques that helped calm you down, he even held your hands, slowly working them away from each other, coaxing them to relax.

“John is fine aside from his hand.” He pointed at the man. “See? He’s looking around, speaking clearly, flesh wounds heal. Z is good at dressing wounds. John will live, he’s going to be all right.”

Once you nodded, he pulled you into a tight hug and stayed that way until you decided to return to John’s side.

Once Z had finished bandaging his hand, John led you on a small walk around the camp, still seen by the group, but a bit out of earshot.

“I’m sorry i worried you-“

“I’m not really good with-“

There was a brief pause as you both chuckled a bit. It helped cut the tension and you felt your own shoulders relax.

“You first.” John held his own wrist behind him as you strolled among the grass.

“I’m not good with things like… this.” You gestured to his hand. “I just saw red and I assumed the worst.”

“I hoped we’d have it dressed before you got back to camp, I’m sorry you had to see that, darling.”

“I shouldn’t be so soft about things like that- I should know that things like that are going to happen and that we’re probably going to come across a lot of dangerous people and we aren’t going to be liked by everyone we meet, I want you safe and I know that’s not- I just need to trust Adonai and-“

“Y/n, slow…” John gently took your hand in his and squeezed. “I understand what you’re saying, completely. You should absolutely trust Adonai, but you are entitled to a bit of concern. Blood is scary, especially when you aren’t aware of the circumstances…” You looked down at your entwined hands.

“Still, I shouldn’t be dragging the group down with worry.” You said.

“You’re not dragging the group down worrying-“

John cut himself off. “Andrew is usually the one doing that.”

“I’m still not helping then.”

“No, but-“ he took a breath and bent to get you to look at him, then you both straightened, finally making eye contact. “There’s a difference between worry and concern, my love.”

He smiled softly as you huffed.

“You’re right…”

“I don’t know if this helps, but I like it when you’re concerned about me. It means you care.”

“Of course I care!” You insisted, holding his hand in both of yours. “… Some times I think I might care too much.”

“No such thing,” John chuckled, leaning over to peck your temple before leading you back to the others.

Simon gave you another hug and Nathaniel and James both apologized for making things seem worse than they were.

This was when Jesus walked up, back from praying, with Matthew in tow.

“Sons of Thunder! What’s this Matthew told me about another rock incident?”

You whirl on John.

“ANOTHER?!”

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I Care

John the Beloved

WC: 924(?)

Warnings: no details, but it’s insinuated that reader is attacked. John being a worried fluff ball.

A/N: I wrote this as a gift to @multifandomsofficial I hope you like it, lovely 🥰

The only thing that they were focused on was bickering. This time it was over something Jesus had said. You couldn’t figure out why they were at each other’s throats all the time, especially when Jesus’ words seemed so subduing.

Wanting a bit of a break from the shouting, you decided to take a stroll away from the camp. It was only midday when you left, you didn’t mean to stay out so long. You had no idea that there was a Roman enforced curfew in these parts.

“Hey!”

A pit of dread rooted in your belly, but it was too late. The soldier was striding towards you with purpose and you were so far from anyone who would want to help you.

_

Simon Peter finally broke the arguments up with a few short words about wherever Jesus was, it would be better to wait until he got back to clarify what he had said. When the group had begrudgingly broken apart, they ate evening meal and went to bed.

In the morning, the crankiness got some of the men grumbling at each other again.

John tried to hold his tongue from not making a biting remark at Andrew or Simon. He glanced around for y/n. Her face always seemed to calm him down. She was nowhere to be found, odd since she was one of the first to wake up.

He turned to find Ramah.

“Have you seen y/n this morning?” He asked. Ramah shook her head.

“I don’t think I saw her last night either, I’ll go check our tent. She could still be sleeping.”

“Awe, missing y/n? What’s else is new?” Andrew sniggered.

“Shut up.” John rolled his eyes.

A few moments passed and Ramah came straight to John.

“Y/n isn’t there, Mary hasn’t seen her either.”

“When was the last time you saw her?” John asked.

“Yesterday morning? Just after Jesus left.”

“That’s when we all last saw her. Just before we started arguing.”

“Simon!?” John immediately looks for the leader. Upon finding him, he tells him that you’re missing.

Simon Peter snaps out of morning fog quickly and is splitting the group into searching parties before anyone has time to make sense of what’s going on. All he has to say is: ‘y/n is missing.” And everyone drops the arguments and grumbling.

Simon Peter split them into four groups.

Matthew, Ramah, and Thomas

Were to stay at camp, maybe you’d come back. The other three groups headed in three different directions from camp.

Thaddeus, John, Simon Z, and Mary.

Little James , Judas, Andrew, and Philip.

Nathaniel, Big James, and Simon Peter.

John lead his group, Z beside him. Thaddeus and Mary behind them kept a look out on the sides. It was late afternoon when John started losing hope.

“You should eat something, you haven’t eaten at all today.” Mary tried to speak gently. John shook his head.

“I’m not hungry and eating will slow us down.”

Thaddeus and Simon both glanced at each other and Mary shook her head;knowing that Andrew’s care for you was going to drive him mad if they didn’t find you soon. Maybe it was apparent to them, but not to John.

They’d made enough noise calling for you, John was beginning to think they’d lost you forever. The sun was starting to set and soon they wouldn’t be able to see anything. They’d have to turn back to the camp for torches. That would take way too long-

The worst case scenario, knocked the wind out of him. A dove flew up into a nearby tree, following the bird’s path from the ground led them to you.

There you laid against a tree, not far from them, your head cover stained with something darker that made John stumble, running to you. He didn’t think, he couldn’t. His heart beating out of his chest, a ringing in his ears as panic set in.

“Y/n, please be okay. What am I supposed to do without you?”

“John?” Your voice was so weak, but he nearly wept, arms reaching out and pulling you close as he knelt next to you. His chin rested on your shoulder, your face pressed into his on accident.

“I hoped we’d find you, I was so worried.”

“John, she’s bleeding.” Mary is on your other side now, you have a gash on your arm and a cut on your forehead. John inspects the forehead wound and then presses a small kiss to it.

“Do you think anything is broken?” John asks as he pulls back. You think for a second and then shake your head. “All right, love, lets get you back to camp then.”

He picks you up easily, arms under your legs and around your back.

“I was so worried,” John said as Z walked a bit in front, leading back to camp, Mary and Thaddeus bringing up the rear.

“About me?”

“Of course about you.” You blinked up at him. “You’re a valuable part of this group and I care too much not to worry.”

“You care about me?”

“Of course I-“ he took a breath when he realized he wasn’t able to take it back, nor did he want to. “Of course I care about you, way more than I should.”

There was a beat too long and he swallowed hard as you found yourself smiling up at him.

“I care about you too, John.” He looked down at you for a second and when he looked back up, he couldn’t stop smiling.

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How to Request

I have decided that I will write for The Chosen. Maybe a good decision, maybe a bad decision. But here we are.

This seems like overkill right now if I’m honest, but I might thank myself later.

To make things a bit easier for me and how I want to stay within my beliefs, I’m setting up guidelines for requesting writing from me for The Chosen.

Before I begin, it is important that we all understand that I am writing for the storyline of The Chosen. Each event in The Chosen was either spun by the writers and directors OR pulled from the Bible itself. I am writing for the character that the actors in the show portray, not the real people themselves. The Bible and the Chosen, to me, are separate things and I will be treating them as such. (I am for sure okay with talking about scripture itself, but in a different kind of context.)

Anyways…

With traditionally romantic writings, things tend to be a bit touchy and comfy. That’s fine, I love that. Lord knows, I will be huggy with my future other half before marriage(I don’t think I could just not touch them, luckily our current culture allows for that.)

But the culture in bible time was very different. The parents would arrange with the parents, or the parents would talk to the guy. There wasn’t dating as it is now, certainly not premarital kissing or hugging, not in public anyways, because it was seen as improper. Also pretty much no touching. So, I really want to try and keep things more proper.

In A Misunderstanding (my fic about John the Beloved) I do think that’s the most contact I will allow for “romantic” fics, that I write. Not entirely true to the proper culture back then, but less scandalous, y’know?

(I might budge the line occasionally, but if it doesn’t feel right, I just won’t write it. I will for sure communicate that to the requester.)

That being said, I have only written for John so far, I will write for anyone in the show. I am female, so anything “romantic”, I will only write for the men in the show(anyone BUT Jesus(obviously)), and beyond that if you want just a chill fic about hanging with the Marys and Ramah and Tamar, I can do that. I love writing fanservice, just shenanigans and things of that nature are super fun. Give me a challenge, I love those.

So: Keep it E for everyone, not even PG. Minimal hand holding; maybe a few hugs. No kissing on the mouth and certainly no NSFW. Men and women, who were not married, weren’t allowed to be alone together. So that is the way my fics will be.

(Not telling other people they shouldn’t be writing it, (you write what you like and are comfortable with) I am just setting a personal standard for myself and will be keeping to it.)

I am a female and, as this is already out of my comfort zone, will only be writing from the female perspective.

NO:

-NSFW

-Mouth to Mouth(kissing)(unless it’s a marriage fic, which Idek if I’m comfortable writing that yet)(idk why either so don’t ask)

-No being completely alone with the opposite sex

-if the character is married or already betrothed in the show, please keep the request platonic.

-edit: 10/23 anything same sex romantic is a no as well. I will not change my mind. Any messages/comments will be deleted/reported and you will be blocked if you harass me about it. We can discuss things without those coming into the mix.

YES:

-Shenanigans(practical jokes and things of that nature, family friendly comedy stuff)

- Girl time with the female disciples

-Found family is my favorite trope, so anything about learning to cohabitate in a camp with a bunch of Christ’s followers? Yes, please.

-prompts about Christ accepting you as you are, calling you to follow him and helping you turn from old lifestyles are fics that I think can be very healing. (Things like this I will be discerning on a prompt to prompt basis)

Characters I will write for at least once:

Simon Peter(platonic only please)

Simon Z

Thomas(platonic only please)

Andrew

Matthew(either romantic or platonic for now until we actually figure out where his relationship with Mary is going)

Nathaniel

Thaddeus

Big James

Little James

John the Beloved(of course)

Judas(tentatively because I have a personal bias to get over(I had always thought of him as the villain(which isn’t the case))

Philip

Any of the girls(Mary, Mary M., Ramah, Tamar, Eden, Salome)(platonic only please)

Jesus(platonic only please(I shouldn’t have to say that, but there’s always someone)

Potentially Quintus, Atticus, and/or Gaius(platonic only please) (I would actually prefer platonic for all three, but I will use discernment on a prompt by prompt basis.)

TL;DR: Every prompt that comes to me, I will use my own discernment for whether I am comfortable or not with writing it, all I ask is that you be respectful if your prompt is not answered the way you want it to be. If you request something that goes against everything on the “NO” list, your request will be discarded, so I recommend you at least read that bit.

Tutorial on how to request anything from me:

Use the ask button! Or send me a message! Both are located in the upper right hand corner for mobile. I don’t use a computer, so I’m not sure where those buttons are at on the computer.

I also prefer dialogue prompts have at least two bits of dialogue and a genre with it, just for a bit more guidance on what you want.

Will do headcanons, but if you could say whether you want separate headcanons or just a group headcanon so that I give you exactly what you want and don’t have to guess, that’d be great.

I love you so much because Jesus loves you so much and wants the best for you. I respect you as a person, the way Jesus respects you and ask that you extend me the same courtesy.

Blessings to each and every one of you. 💗✨🫶🏻

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Hi!!!!!!!! Can you please do a headcanon how Thaddeus, Andrew, Simon Z, Big James, Philip, and John would react to the reader being in, like, a life or death situation??? Or the reader being on the verge of death??

Ooooooooo I love headcanons👀

Warnings: Mentions of an almost fatal experience. Mentions of a doctor? Concern from the disciples? Idk if that’s a warning but whatevs.

Okay, so. For context:

In this situation, I’m getting that you’d be on the younger side of the group.

Which includes most of the disciples being fairly protective.

Thaddeus wouldn’t leave your side. Plain and simple, you’re not alone if you don’t have to be, him and Ramah, or him and Andrew. Philip too.

Specifically because I don’t think Andrew’s anxiety would allow for much budging from that. Velcro or magnets, both analogies fit(respectfully of course. “Where’s y/n?” “Is y/n with you?” “Y/n shouldn’t be alone.” “wHeRe’S y/N?!”

Philip and Thad give off the same energy to me. You never go alone. More mediator types, “let’s talk about this, we can come to common ground, no one has to get hurt.” If they were present during an accident. Or a…. Misunderstanding 👀

Even if you weren’t related to anyone in the group, you are the little sibling. Big James, arms crossed, standing behind you = scary dog privilege. And with John in the mix?! Oof. Body guards for Jesus and the little one(you). Sons of Thunder as bodyguards for you… now that’s an image.

Big brothers, all of them. Simon Z is one of the worst perpetrators of that in particular. Because he missed out on protecting his actual brother when he needed him, he feels he can rectify that with protecting you as much as possible.

Because let’s face it, you’re harmless. You wouldn’t hurt a fly.

That’s why when they hear that you’ve been hurt almost fatally, they all go into panic mode.

“Where is y/n?!” Andrew probably.

No one knows exactly what happened, you might have wandered off alone in an area you thought was safe.

Clearly you were wrong, whether it was the people or the terrain.

Being female could have its disadvantages and none of them want to even think about what could’ve happened if it was people that had done this to you.

Thaddeus and Philip would be calm, but solemn.

Andrew would be stressing over whether you’d make it. He’d hold your hand the whole time. Simon Peter wouldn’t leave his side, so you’d have both brothers nearby until you were up and around yourself.

Big James and John are there the whole time. If anyone needs anything in relation to you, they’re the first to offer to go get it or to make it or help with it. Anything to not try going out and finding the people who did this to you (if it was people who did it). We all know what happened last time they even tried to retaliate. (Even the idea of getting a scolding from Jesus makes me sick.)

Simon Z is on watch all the time. Never actually sleeps until you’re out of the woods.

Things would be incredibly tense around the camp or even at the local physician/doctor’s place. The girls would try to alleviate as much of the stress as they could. Everyone is taking turns getting water and supplies as needed.

Of course for something like this, if Jesus is around, he would heal you. Also, depending on what happened, he might make a small joke about wandering off again. Of course the relief of you being alive and well would lighten the mood quite a bit on its own.

You might feel like a burden after the whole ordeal and it might take some reassurance from Philip or John, even Jesus would say something when it got bad enough.

“Your time here isn’t finished yet, hold your head high, dear one. I didn’t call you to follow me for nothing.” Imagine Jesus speaking to you like that to your FACE. I would dissolve into tears.

You belong among the disciples, life without you there would be incredibly different. Each of them are sure to show you that in their own way.

Simon Z would absolutely try to teach you some self defense and/or survival skills to prevent whatever happened from happening again.

Of course as soon as some time passes and you’re comfortable enough, that would become a regular joke. In Simon Peter’s repertoire, it would be;

“Y/n?”

“Right here!”

“Okay, good.” *moves you to the front of the group right next to the leader for the day*

Andrew, Philip and Thaddeus find you every time the group stops.

Big James and John are sure to keep you within eyesight.

A/N: if you would like to be more specific you can. I was pretty generic in this one. Oooooh wait… okay, I might have an idea about a fic to go with these headcanons….. (this just helped me actually map out a fic…..(idk if I’d publish it tho))

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So angel studios already has a modern day gospel story, I just haven’t seen it…

But I really wanna write a modern day x reader for the gospels…. Like really bad…

I need it in my life…. Ugh

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Hi!person that asked for headcanons here:) they were perfect don't worry! Part 2 sounds great!I love the Simon and eden kind of taking her in:)

I’m so glad you liked them! I’ll work on a part two in the next few days! Thank you for requesting!

Edit: Also just gonna put this here, I need Simon and Eden taking in a younger person and getting some practice for when they DO have a baby. This is definitely just going to be a running thing.

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