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ihavethedreamies · 7 months ago

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First Kisses | NCT 127

NCT 127 - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2.4k total

Pairing: NCT 127 x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT 127!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for Dream…

Edited (8/28/24)

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I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

Taeyong

You chewed lazily on a strand of licorice, chest pressed to the back of the chair Taeyong stole from Doyoung's room. While you were by no means a noob when it came to video games, you knew little about battle royale shooters. However, Taeyong wanted you to watch while he played. You didn't mind, you constantly watched YouTube games, but not games like that. Not really caring about what he was doing, you found your gaze drifting to his face. He really was so freaking gorgeous. "Did you see that?" His question snapped you out of your daze and you quickly looked back at the screen. Replying with a vague hum in agreement, the pause menu flashed over his screen. "You okay?" Taeyong turned to you fully, looking over your face. "Y-yeah, why?" "You're really quiet today, you normally comment more." "Oh, yeah, just…thinking." "About what?" HIs foot rested on the base of your chair, pulling it closer, only the backrest between you two. HIs concerned look had morphed into something more playful. You licked your lips, trying to think of a lie, not about how hot he was. You tried not to reel back when he brought his face closer. Why was your friend so- "Thinking about kissing me?" He smirked and your face erupted into a blush. You nearly went cross-eyes when he leaned in, "Hm?" You took the chance, closing the distance, softly pressing your lips to his. He smiled against it, kissing you back, deepening it. When you separated, his fond smile floored you. "Been thinking about that awhile."

Johnny

You could feel his eyes on you, but you chose not to acknowledge it. Continuing to chop up the various ingredients for the fried rice you were preparing, his eyes followed. But he wasn't watching what you were doing, Johnny was staring at your face. Why? You weren't for sure. "Everything okay?" You finally asked him. "Yeah, why?" He rested his chin on his palm. "You're staring. Again." "You're just so pretty." Johnny smiled. It wasn't his, 'I'm sexy and I know it,' smile; it was warm and soft. Like when he sees a puppy; it was pure. That's what threw you off. To the point that you halted all action, paddle held over the steaming rice in the cooker. "Huh?" "You're beautiful." He had no room to talk. "Is that why you've been staring at me?" "Of course." You balked at his response. Your friend was an amazing flirt, but that's not what he was doing. He said it like he was informing you of something you should already know. "You think I'm beautiful?" You put the rice paddle down. Johnny sighed dramatically, getting up off the stool, coming around the counter to your side. He cupped your cheek in his big hand, and before you could question him further, he leaned down and kissed you. Johnny swallowed your gasp, deepening the kiss. You gaped at him when he pulled away. "(Y/N), you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He had no room to talk.

Yuta

Your eyes fluttered open, trying to recognize where you were. The TV was on, the sequel to the movie you had put on playing. Still trying to form a coherent thought, you heard a soft grumble behind you, an arm wrapping tighter around your middle. This sensation brought a flood of recognition over your mind, realizing you were in Yuta's living room. You must have fallen asleep together on the couch. You startled when you felt him sigh behind you, his warm breath ruffling the hair on the back of your neck. The arm of his you were laying on moved under your head as he brought his hand up. Yuta's hand rested on your forehead, which he used to pull you back into him more along with the arm around your waist. "It's late, just stay the night here." His voice was rough from sleeping. Were you two dating? Pretty much. But sleeping over? You haven't even kissed yet, still transitioning from friends to something more. "Stay over?" We haven't even kissed yet." You huffed, letting out a nervous chuckle. Yuta hummed in response, then your view of the room spun as he rolled you to face him. You barely got to see his cocky, smug grin before he closed the distance, lips sealing over yours. When Yuta pulled back, you whined in protest, making him chuckle. "There, now you can stay over."

Doyoung

You shuffled out of your room, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. The morning light shining in your room had no access to your living room, keeping it dark. Your guest was still asleep, wrapped in your spare comforter on your couch. Smiling to yourself, you padded softly toward him, sitting on the floor to get a better view. It was late after you two finished your dinner and movie date, so you let Doyoung stay the night. Ever the gentleman, he insisted on the couch. You smiled, only his face was visible out of the blanket cocoon. So cute. You felt a bit like a creep, just watching him sleep, but he was just too precious. Gently, you brushed some errant hairs from his forehead, looking at every detail of his face. Flinching back when he groaned a bit, you held your breath, worried you had wakened him. "(Y/N)?" His voice was quiet, eyes still closed, you didn't know if he was still asleep or not. "Yes?" You whispered in reply. When he didn't respond back, you assumed he was still asleep, or had fallen back to sleep. Carefully getting up so you could let him continue, you yelped dramatically when his hand grabbed yours, yanking you down onto the couch with him. He had sat up as he pulled you down, so you ended up in his lap. Doyoung wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder, cheek on your collarbone. "Morning, precious." You kissed the crown of his head. He pulled back after this, frowning slightly. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he clicked his tongue, kissing you back, but on the lips instead. When he retreated, he flashed a sleepy grin. "Morning, love."

Jaehyun

Slamming the door to your car, you sat back in the seat with a huff, fuming. You thought girls bullying other people over boys stopped in high school, yet here you were, in college. You know about Jaehyun's not so little fan-club but had been able to avoid them. But they had learned that not only were you two friends, that there was something more going on there. God forbid they learn how long it had been going on. Not wanting to drive while angry, you just sat in your car. You jumped when your phone started to ring through the car speaker when you started it. "Hey." Your voice was obviously strained. "Where are you?" Jaehyun sounded out of breath. "In my car-" "Don't go anywhere." He hung up. You blinked in shock at the call-ended flashing on the screen. Your attention was pulled away by someone knocking on the window. It was some girl, and two others were behind her, arms crossed. You sighed, rolling the window down just enough. "You're (Y/N)?" You hummed and she scoffed. "You need to leave Jaehyun alone-" "And you need to leave." You sighed as he arrived, opening the passenger side door. After he was seated, you pulled out of the parking spot, leaving the girls gaping. Neither of you said anything till you parked again at your apartment complex. He took your hand in his, "I'm sorry." You met his guilty gaze, then shook your head. "It's not your fault." He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. Instead of replying, he leaned over the center console, capturing your lips with his. You smiled when he pulled back, "do that again and we'll call it even." So, he did.

Jungwoo

The show playing was one you had seen many times before, but since Jungwoo never had, you were rewatching it with him. Your elbow was rested on the armrest of the couch, cheek resting on your fist. Your other hand was stroking Jungwoo's soft hair as he laid on your lap. He was getting over being sick, but since you were the one who gave him the cold, you didn't mind him being all over you. He was normally clingy, let alone if he didn't feel good, like a small child. It was fine to you though; he was too cute to not let him get away with just about anything. "(Y/N?)" His soft voice was still a bit nasally. "Yes?" "I'm sorry I ruined out first date…" "What do you mean?" Your hand halted, looking down at him. He rolled over so he was laying on his back, letting him look up at you. "I nearly passed out when we were walking to the restaurant…" He drifted off, fingers coming up to nervously fiddle with your hoodie string. "Jungwoo, you had a fever, its fine." You huffed, shocked that he felt guilty about that. You were the one that got him sick. "Still… We had finally decided to go for it, then…" "Jungwoo-" He continued to ramble, apologizing, and complaining about himself. It was getting on your nerves, there was no reason for him to feel so bad. Wanting him to stop, you leaned down, lips briefly pressing to his still moving ones. You sat back up straight, face pink from the act. His was as well, but it already was from the cold he had. You flinched when his hand rested on your cheek, pulling you back down. "I can’t give this cold back to you, right?"

Mark

"Can I get this?" Mark asked, coming up to you with a frozen cheesecake. You glanced at it, not liking that he asked you as if you were his parent. "Sure? Why are you asking?" You shook your head as he put the dessert in the cart. "J-just making sure." You rolled your eyes, continuing down the aisle, glancing at your shopping list to make sure you got everything for the meal you were going to prepare. Having to buy enough food to feed nine ravenous young men was a little pricy, but everyone agreed to split the cost and send you the money, so it didn't matter what extra stuff Mark wanted. As you traversed the next aisle, you noticed his gaze focused on something on the shelf. He halted in front of it, so you turned to look at it. It was a candy necklace kit. "Let's do this!" He grabbed it and you chuckled, nodding for him to put it in the cart. "B-but just us…" He added and you raised your eyebrow. "Just us?" "Not the others. We can just make them for each other after they leave…" "You want to make me a necklace?" You teased, the tips of his ears turning red, his characteristic laugh leaving his lips. "Yeah… and I don't want you to eat it or take it off!" Mark's determined look went to your face, and you had a hard time not guffawing. "Okay, Mark." "I'm serious, don't take it off." He reiterated as you got in the car to head back to your place, the box in his hands. "I won't." "Promise?" He held out his pinky and you shook your head but completed the hand motion. Before you could your hand back though, he used your linked pinkies to haul you closer over the console, gently pressing his lips to yours. You sat back slowly, gaping at him, face equally as red. He raised an eyebrow.

Haechan

"I'm getting tired of this, (Y/N)." Donghyuck huffed at your side, and you tilted your head, confused. When he noticed your glance, he sighed, stopping. Holding your linked hands up between you two so they were in front of your face, he sighed. "This is about as far as we've gone." You looked around, wondering what the hell he was going on about, you were only halfway to his place. "This, (Y/N)." He shook your hands to draw your attention there. "What do you mean?" "We've only held hands! You've kissed my cheek and that’s about it! I'm tired of it!" If it wasn't for the silly whine of his voice, you would think him genuinely upset. "What are you getting at?" You continued your questions and he groaned; you were very smart for being so dense. "Kisses! I want you to kiss me!" Donghyuck whined louder, it nearly echoed off the stone walls of the back road you were walking. His frustration took you aback. "Why do I have to initiate?" You nearly shouted, annoyed with his dramatics. He immediately quieted, blinking at you, so very pretty- "Fine!" He yelled back and hauled you even closer with your linked hands, his soft lips touching your chapped ones. As soon as he tasted the lip balm you had put on just minutes earlier, he groaned and deepened the kiss. You squeaked a bit when your back hit the stone wall, trying to match his pace, but he was fervent. When he finally stepped back, you were almost panting. He nodded with a satisfied nod and continued on with your walk like he hadn't just swallowed your tongue.

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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 2 months ago

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idk if i'm being crazy but i just feel like no one cares about me? and i always try to be the person i would want as a reader/friend like putting effort into commenting on reblogs and sending asks to ppl (and i have some lovely mutuals who do the same, so don't get me wrong) but i just feel like everyone just clicks 'like' and saves my fics basically but doesn't actually care about anything (not even talking about me as a person bc why would anyone care? but like, people will beg for fics and then not gaf when i provide) like, at least half the time when i like something, i'm saving it until i have time to write a proper reblog later but i only know like a handful of people who do that... i kinda just wanna log off the internet for awhile

every compliment is backhanded and everyone only wants to argue or beg me for fics ...

like, i don't want to be 'the only good RE writer left' especially when the reason ppl don't want to write for RE is bc the fandom culture sucks - i've realized this especially since making my way into other fandoms, and i'm saying this bc i've gotten multiple asks that say this to me (basically just complaining about others, like idgaf about what you don't like in other writers' works!)

and like, idk people who get mad at me for writing for pedro are really showing their true colors, like i didn't post one ask but it had a fucking racial slur in it, like i don't wanna write leon to please your racist ass !! considering cancelling kinktober bc everyone has shit to say about how they just want leon when thinking about him makes me so ugh bc all of his 'stans' make me cringe

#and like yeah #ofc you can't expect ppl to care but i don't wanna stick around or try so hard if no one does #yes this is me projecting my irl problems onto the internet also #i just wanna cry

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circular-bircular · 4 months ago

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I'm putting this blog to rest.

I'm done. I'm out. And god, is it a relief.

You might notice I'm posting this around the same time that SAS is posting a major post in an effort to light the tag on fire. I highly doubt it'll work, but it's the best attempt. Me and SAS are close. Nearly one in the same, some days...

You'll notice the end of the post says, "just wait for what happens next."

This is what happens next.

I'm deleting my syscourse blogs. Finally. No "maybe I will" or "I've been considering it." I've been considering it for a loooong time, and I've actually been intending on getting rid of Circular's-Reasoning for awhile now. I just... haven't had the energy to.

But now... My life is moving on. I'm moving on, quite literally, I gain possession of my new house... probably today when I end up posting this. I'm not sure, it's my first draft, we'll see how this goes. That's terrifying to realize. I'm like... an adult. I'm an adult who's craving good conversations about my disorder, about systemhood and how it's conceptualized, and more intricate parts of my selfhood. And... Syscourse just is not that.

I've done this sort of thing before, if you all know MotCR -- @memoriesofthecircularroom, for the uninitiated. That's the OG Circular Blog, and is an archive of the first few years of syscourse. But... Now, it's going to become a bit more. Here's my game plan.

I update MotCR to be the Circular Archive. Anything I think needs archiving -- good posts of mine, silly reblogs, or just good posts overall where I added something of my own -- will get reblogged there. It's gonna be busy for a bit.

In the meantime while I start that process, I answer any and all final questions/asks or drafts that've been in the works. I don't want to leave people hanging.

I delete a lot of blogs. And... I do mean a lot -- not even just the syscourse ones. Just the ones I think it's time to let go of.

I've often teased how many blogs I have. It's fluctuated wildly in the past. But here's the down and dirty. Here's what I own, and what I'm planning on removing.

@circular-bircular (Hi, Hello, You're Here)

@circulars-reasoning (Already planned to be gone awhile ago)

@systemquirks (I just don't have the energy to run it, and I'm so sorry for that)

@yourfaveissecretlysas (Yes, I am the one running that)

@system-confessions (Surprise! No name blog that barely exists, again, I don't have the energy)

@debunkingsyscourse (Look, I make these too easily)

@equalsys (Not sure how this is a shocker to anyone)

@ricejustdidthings (An old system-no-syscourse blog I have that I don't use anymore)

@my-systems-cringe (Been meaning to delete this for ages)

@circulars-answers (Unneeded)

And potentially one other, unnamed for now blog -- that's the one I've never told people I have outside of select discords...

So that's 11 blogs I'm getting rid of, potentially more. And that's with me still keeping 2 syscourse blogs and an 18+ system blog. Jesus christ.

It feels good to get it off my chest, though. It feels really good to be leaving.

"But Circ! Your posts make me happy!"

Fantastic! You can follow the new system blog I'm going to be making, @thecircularsystem (is that link working? I don't know, it's a brand new blog.)

Try this link out instead if that doesn't work!

I'm still going to be posting system related content there. I'm still going to be doing my normal random shit that I always do. I may even dabble in syscourse -- and definitely in sysconversation. I like that tag! But I'm not going to be doing syscourse nearly as often, and I'm going to try and stay out of that tag in search of reblogs and such. Too often, it results in me getting aggressive with someone, rather than just... spreading good information about systems, or existing online as I want to exist.

I just need a refresh. A new step, a big change. I'm moving on.

I really hope you all can too <3

#aaaaah #god this felt good to write up #it stayed in first draft territory by the way #not tagging as syscourse because it’s not really about that #it’s about my health #feel free to follow my new blog if you want #I spent like. an hour setting it up at least #Armageddon comes while I’m sleeping

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satugoo · 11 months ago

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Ieriri Shoko

pairing : shoko ieriri x Fem!Reader

contents : just some cute fluff, squint to see some angst, shoko just needed some help and confidence.

summary : “shoko ieriri is a bad kisser and knows it. reader gives them a tutorial on kissing.”

authors note : I hope you all enjoy this, i'm gonna try and post a lot of things, next fanfic will be on both Tumblr and my ao3, its gonna be a college/roommate shoko au its going to be slow burn 🤭

ao3 profile , twitter , discord

you and shoko were having a home date at your apartment, watching movies and also baking some cookies since it was Christmas season and of course you two wanted to bake, making cute designs with shapes but also making some yourself, with the little tool you two had.

you put them in the oven once you two were done with the shapes and put your head on shoko's shoulder "so I wanted to talk to you about something.." you asked shoko while putting your hands around her, hugging her from behind "what did you wanna talk about babe?" she asked as she grabs your hands and turns around to put her arms around your waist.

"I've noticed you never kiss me, like ever.." you said with a sad pout on your face as you put your arms around shoko's neck, she looks down at your lips and back up your eyes "well....." she trailed off, she has always known she was a bad kisser or better said never was properly teached on how to actually kiss someone. You raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a questionable look, before she continued speaking "I've never been teached on how to actually kiss someone" she whisper told her girlfriend, feeling like a fool but also relieved she finally told them.

you smiled feeling relieved that it wasn't because she didn't love you or that you had a bad breath or something, you looked at her lips and get an idea in your head, since she now had told you her reason, you had a reason to help her and maybe also show her how to kiss you properly "sooo does that mean you never kissed anyone before?" you asked her curiously. She looked at you with wide eyes before she answered back with a little laugh "no no, I have kissed people before but.. they always told me I sucked at it and then broke up with me" she told you, looking disappointed in herself and scared you would do the same thing.

"well one thing is for sure, I would never leave you" you told her and gave her a peck on her cheek "let me teach you how" you told her and she nodded, grabbing her chin you leaned in closer "close your eyes" you whispered sweetly and pulled on her bottom lip, pulling her in closer and slowly putting your lips on hers, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip, she slowly opened her mouth and you slid your tongue a little inside, moving your lips with hers. you slowly pulled away and smiled, feeling proud to have finally kissed your girlfriend and teached her a little too.

she carefully opened her eyes and looked at you with sparkles and pulled you in for a small peck and held your cheek "I love you.." you giggled and gave her a peck on her forehead "I love you too, now lets get dressed and take a quick smoke!" you said with excitement and pulled her with you to grab a coat and scarf and some warm shoes, quickly grabbing her cigarettes and going outside, shoko now felt so much better, and felt also more comfortable to kiss you now.

authors note: it's been awhile since I've written something, I hope you guys enjoy this.

additional note : show support by liking, commenting and reblogging !

#jjk x reader #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen shoko #shoko x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk oneshot #shoko is my fav lesbo

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stariisv · 10 months ago

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hi, i wrote a little ethubs fic based off of this post :)

you can read it here, under this little section or on ao3 !!

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Bdubs wakes up well into the afternoon. Not because he had fallen asleep late, no no, he went to bed at the same time he always did. Right as the sun is halfway between going down for the day. He wakes late in the afternoon simply because Bdubs is a creature of sleep.

He goes through his usual routine. Check his hair to see if it’s gotten too greasy and decide if he wants to shower or not, it sticks up in weird ways and he can’t smooth it down for the life of him so. Bdubs takes a quick shower so his hair will actually cooperate. He dresses how he normally does, throwing on his cloak made of moss before heading outside for the first time that day. The sun is shining bright, thankfully not blinding Bdubs as he walks away from his home.

Hermitcraft season nine is coming to a close soon and Bdubs can’t help but be sad as he looks around the landscape. It really is a beautiful place, barely any corner untouched by his friends. It’s always weird to think of how this place will go abandoned pretty soon. Their builds will become overtaken by nature gradually. Bdubs kind of wishes he could see what the world will look like in another year, after it hasn’t been played on for awhile.

After walking for a few minutes, Bdubs gets bored. He equips his elytra and readys some rockets. He fires and jumps, the wings on his back unfurling with a few clicking noises and sending him into the sky. His destination is Tango’s brilliant build of Decked Out. Where some of their Hermits will all be let loose into the dungeon to run it one last time as a group. Excitement swells in Bdubs chests as he thinks about it, and the previous tiredness he felt wears off quickly.

Instead of landing at the front of Decked Out, Bdubs flies directly through the entrance and lands in the room where the door to the dungeon is. There’s already people standing in a circle, and he hears voices overlapping as he lands.

“Hey look who decided to show up!” Grian says with a teasing smile. He knocks his shoulder against Bdubs own.

“I made it just in time! Even with time to spare!” Bdubs shouts at him, taking a defensive stance. Grian snickers at him, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“Just wake up ‘Dubs?” Etho speaks from behind him, amusement in his voice. Bdubs whirls around towards him. Etho is leaning against the wall, seemingly content in watching his fellow Hermits bickering amongst each other. Bdubs hadn’t even noticed he was here until he spoke, somehow not remembering that the two time champion of Decked Out will also be partaking in their shenanigans today.

Bdubs bounds his way closer to him, glaring up at his masked face. “Nuh uh! I’ve been awake for hours, actually!”

Etho’s eyes crinkle up in a smile, Bdubs watches in subtle amazement as he huffs a laugh and then reaches a hand out to mess with Bdubs’s hair.

“Hey!” Bdubs shouts at him, whacking his hands away and then running his own fingers through his hair to try and fix it again. Etho laughs at him again.

“Alright!” Grian says, clapping his hands together. “We’re all gonna have the same compass, and basically whoever gets out with the artifact is deemed the winner!”

Tango passes out compass, Bdubs turns his around in his hands. He’s a bit terrified of the fact the artifact is in the Deep Frost, letting a deep breath out. Etho pats his shoulder from beside him. His eyes crinkled again and Bdubs just knows he’s smiling under the mask. Bdubs gives him a smile back, and then immediately puts on a look of confidence.

Grian enters a shard into the barrel. As the doors begin to open, he and Cub complain of how high the clank will get with all of them in there. Tango tells Grian to take the cart, and the rest of them are instructed to follow him behind the scenes to reach the dungeon. Following Tango is a mess. Etho gets lost, the rest of them are snickering and tripping over cobble. Stepping over redstone lines and trying not to smack into any of the floating pieces of Decked Out while they fly. After a few minutes of this, and Grian sitting in the minecart waiting and laughing at them, they finally reach a spot where Tango places a bed down. They all set their spawns, then unload any stuff into their respective shulker boxes.

“Are you guys ready yet?” Grian asks, sounding bored. Bdubs can imagine him looking at his nails for lack of anything else to do.

“One moment!” Tango shouts. He digs a hole, motioning towards it then dropping down it himself. The Hermits all follow after him. Bdubs makes a weird noise as he hits the ground, Etho looking over at him with his eyebrows raised in amusement. Bdubs just smiles back at him.

“Okay, we’re good!” Gem shouts, and Bdubs can hear as Grian clicks the button as his minecart starts rolling.

It goes about well as you’d expect when you put a handful of Hermits into a space with other dangerous things wandering around. A few of them make it to the Deep frost, though Bdubs is not one of them. He watches from the screens in the lobby as Grian, Etho, and Cub anxiously move around the bottom level.

Cub makes it out of the Deep Frost first, followed by Etho. Grian gets close until he’s blasted by a sonic shriek and Bdubs watches as he practically explodes, his compass and the map laying on the ground where he was. Bdubs winces, knowing his ears are going to be ringing when he respawns.

Cub dies to an angry Vex. Since so many of them were in there, they generated a bunch of clank very quickly. Vexes are swarming the second and first levels of Decked Out. Everyone cheers Etho on, until he reaches level two and it becomes clear he has to do the chain parkour in order to make it all the way out.

He misses the first time because of course he does, it’s poetic at this point. Gem and Tango seem thrilled that this is happening again, laughing as they watch from the screens in the lobby. Bdubs bites his nails nervously. It would be funny if Etho failed once again due to the chain parkour. But he also thinks it would be cool if he actually got past it and got out.

He doesn’t. Tango tries to lure the ravenger away but as soon as Etho pops his head out from the death hole he is in, its target switches right back to him and Etho gets whacked once before he dies.

Everyone lets out groans of half hearted disappointment, all of them teasing Etho for letting that happen again.

They play a few rounds of other games in Decked Out as well. Bdubs is grinning widely by the end of it, adrenaline still pumping due to having to sprint away from Grian or ravengers. They’re all huffing and giggling while standing in a circle in the lobby.

“Thanks guys! That was really fun!” Grian says. He clasps his hand on Etho’s shoulder, shaking him lightly. “Last time in Decked Out, how we feeling?”

“You know the world will still be playable right? Just not on our official server,” Tango replies. He has a wide smile too, the sleeves of his dungeon master’s cloak swaying as he swings his arms back and forth.

Grian rolls his hands and shakes Etho a little harder, Etho side eyes him questioningly but lets the action continue. “Well yeah! But that’s different then actually being here and doing it. I’m going to miss seeing this giant building when I fly away from my base.”

Tango huffs a small laugh at him. All the other Hermits chime in with how they’ll miss Decked Out, commending Tango on how amazingly built it is.

“Right, well!” Grian cuts off the complimenting. “I’m off, got to make some stops before X closes the world down. I’ll see you all next season?”

There’s a chorus of yeses and goodbyes. Grian smiles at them all, and goes to pull his hand away from Etho’s shoulder. Etho turns his head toward him at the same time, though. And as Grian’s hand pulls away his finger catches on the strap of Etho’s mask. Grian seems to panic as this happens, pushing his hand forward again even though the mask strap is still around his finger.

Now, Bdubs doesn’t know why Etho covers his face. And honestly he hasn’t ever had any intention to ask. Every Hermit has things they hide, and every other Hermit respects that. Bdubs has never had any desire to see what was under Etho’s mask.

So, as he notices Etho’s mask is being accidentally unhooked, Bdubs flings himself in front of Etho. Standing as tall as he can with his arms out. Once he thinks he’s standing in a good spot that the other Hermits won’t be able to see Etho’s face either, he pulls his arms back in and covers his own eyes with his hand. He hears slapping noises, Bdubs suspects that the others also quickly covered their eyes with their hands after noticing what had happened.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Bdubs hears Grian shout out. Followed by another slapping noise as he too covers his eyes.

“It’s fine,” Etho replies from in front of Bdubs.

“What did I just walk in on?” Says another voice, and the accent makes it easy to distinguish that it’s Pearl.

“Good, Etho?” Bdubs whispers to him, and he hears a small hum from in front of him. Bdubs knows that means yes, or some kind of variation of it. So he removes his hand and looks over to Pearl. She stands at the opening of the lobby, looking around at them all.

It must be a weird sight. With Bdubs standing close and face-to-face with Etho. (Or, chest-to-face but, whatever.) Everyone else still has their hands over their eyes.

“You guys are good now!” Bdubs reassures.

“Dude! Bdubs you were like a superhero, jumping in front of Etho like that. I didn’t even realize what was happening until you covered him!” Tango praises, a look of surprise on his face as his hands fall away to go back to his sides.

“Yeah, man. That was crazy,” Cub chimes in. His tone showed no signs of being surprised, but his eyes are a little wide as well.

“Seriously,” Pearl speaks again. “What did I walk in on?”

They all laugh. Grian apologizes a few more times, Etho continuing to assure him that it’s fine and was an accident. After Grian had seemingly accepted that will be Etho’s only answer, he says his goodbyes again and leaves.

The rest of them hangout for a while before departing. Bdubs walks out of Decked out groggy from all the physical activity they had done. Etho’s by his side, quiet as ever. When they get out to the landing Bdubs stops to put on his elytra and turns to Etho.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Bdubs says, standing on his tippy toes to press a kiss on the outer corner of Etho’s eye.

“‘Course,” Etho replies and puts a hand in his hair to ruffle it up.

Too tired to cause a fuss over that, Bdubs smiles at him and steps back. He fires off a rocket and heads back to his base, thinking about his soft bed the whole time. As soon as he gets home he sheds off the elytra and falls right asleep in his bed.

Etho, on the other hand, flies home and finds he can’t fall asleep. It’s silly, really, he’s still thinking of earlier. When his mask almost came off and Bdubs jumped in front of him with his eyes closed to protect Etho from the others seeing what’s under the mask.

It’s not like there is anything insanely secretive under it. It’s just Etho’s face, though he’s always been protective of people seeing him. For reasons tied to his childhood, he’s covered his face since he was a teenager. It’s simply become a staple of who he is now, and the thought of losing that makes him shudder.

The thing that’s keeping him up is that Bdubs had jumped in front of him the moment he realized what was going to happen. He had protected Etho’s secret, and had his own eyes closed to not see him himself. It’s… weird. Etho always thought the hermits were curious as to what he looks like. He figured that if the chance ever did come up, they would look. They wouldn’t cover their eyes, much less put themselves in between Etho and other people.

Leave it to Bdubs to completely throw Etho off. It’s not the first time, it probably won’t be the last. Bdubs always has done things differently than what Etho thought people are normally like. He surprises Etho constantly, it makes Etho’s head spin sometimes. He always thought he knew how people were, how they would act. Bdubs makes him off kilter.

In an attempt to keep himself busy, Etho goes to walk around his base for probably the final time. The world will close tomorrow, though the Hermits will gather together so Xisuma can send them all off one by one. All of them go off on their own for a bit until X has the next world sorted and pulls them back together. Most go to their own private worlds, others go to other multiplayer worlds. They’re permitted one shulker box to take with them, usually filled with clothes and other sentimental belongings the Hermits can shove in there. Etho has his packed already, which leaves him to do nothing but wander around his base.

He got a late start, so it’s not the most grand thing. But it’s pretty and it’s his, so who really cares. He likes it. He experimented with blocks he doesn’t normally use and it pulled together well. Bdubs is always really good at taking whacky blocks and making them work together. He’s a really talented builder, Etho loses his breath every time he sees something Bdubs had built.

Bdubs had jumped in front of him, Etho thinks again now that he was thinking about Bdubs again in the first place. Etho groans, he still can’t help but wonder why Bdubs did that.

Knowing he isn’t going to get any sleep, Etho decides he should just go bother Bdubs about it. He puts his elytra on and exits his base to fly off. Heading to Bdubs’s home. The night air has grown a little chilly and it feels nice against Etho’s flushed face. The sun had gone down a little bit ago, Etho knows Bdubs will most likely be asleep by now. But he knows Bdubs won’t mind being woken up as long as it’s no one else but Etho himself.

It’s second nature for Etho to fly to Bdubs’s base and let himself in. He goes to the bedroom, creaking open the door. Like a creep, he stands there and watches Bdubs sleep for a beat or two. Bdubs always looks so much more peaceful when he’s sleeping, the creases he normally has on his face are smoothed out. He snores lightly, his mouth hanging open. It’s not like it’s the prettiest sight but Etho still gets butterflies. (Someone calling him a “gay loser” rings through his head, it sounds suspiciously like Cleo.)

“‘Dubs,” Etho whispers after deciding he was being too creepy staring at his boyfriend sleeping. He walks further into the room, crouching at the bed so he’s face-to-face with the sleeping Bdubs. Questions still burn in the back of his mind as Bdubs stirs. Etho pokes him on the forehead. “Hey, wake up.”

Bdubs groans sleepily, turning onto his back. Etho chuckles quietly at him. Bdubs has never been easy to wake up. The guy can sleep through a tornado.

“I’ll lay on you,” Etho threatens with a tilt of his head. Bdubs still doesn’t make any moves. Etho stands up again. “You asked for it.”

He lets himself fall forward, landing on Bdubs. The smaller man in question makes an “oof” noise, his hands automatically coming up to push at Etho’s shoulder.

“Ack! Get off of me!” He shouts, seemingly now wide awake. Bdubs wiggles from under him, struggling. “You’re heavy!”

Etho huffs a quiet laugh, “I warned you.”

Bdubs struggles for a little longer. Twisting around and trying to shove Etho off of him. He resorts to cheating and pokes his fingers into Etho’s side.

Etho jerks, “Hey! No tickling!”

“Then get offa me!” Bdubs retorts back, shoving at his shoulders once again. Etho relents, chuckling as he rolls off of Bdubs. He sits cross cross on the bed, smiling at Bdubs as he dramatically makes it seem like he was catching his breath. He sits up, glaring at Etho half heartedly. “What are you waking me up for?”

Etho reaches out to ruffle his already messy hair, “Wanted to talk.”

Bdubs stops his attack of the hand Etho has in his hair, he tilts his head questioningly before his eyes go wide. “Oh! You’re breaking up with me, I knew this day would come!”

He says dramatically, falling back down to lay on his pillows to add to the effect. Etho laughs at him and shakes his head. He grabs one of Bdubs’s hands, intertwining their fingers together.

“No, no. Not that.” He looks at their hands, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of Bdubs’s thumb. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Hey!” Bdubs squawks, jerking their hands around. Etho laughs again.

“No, I just… had a question, I guess.” Etho says, not knowing how to explain it. He’s never been too good at talking about his feelings, though it’s something he's working on. He had come to Bdubs to talk about it when it was bothering him in the first place, that’s already an improvement. He used to let these things sit with him until it drove him mad.

“Oh?” Bdubs questions, sitting up again. He pulls their hands into his lap and leans a little forwards. Putting all his attention towards Etho. “Go on.”

It goes quiet as Etho gathers his words. Bdubs waits patiently, squeezing his hand in the pattern of a pulse, something he does occasionally when they hold hands. Etho wants to ask why he does that but he’ll have to save it for another day.

“Earlier, when we were at… uhh,” Etho loses his train of thought as soon as it gets to him.

“Decked Out?” Bdubs asks, smiling small at him.

“Uh, yes. When we were at Decked out earlier. And Grian had.. he.. um.”

“Pulled your mask?” Bdubs asks again, finishing the sentence for him.

Etho nods and clears his throat. “Yeah. You had.. you jumped in front of me.”

Bdubs’s eyes squint in confusion, he looks like he’s waiting to see if Etho has more to add to that. On his side, Etho has run out of words. He squirms under the Bdubs’s stare.

“Yes? Is there more to that?”

Etho’s head is spinning again. He had already said what he needed too, but Bdubs finds it so normal that he doesn't pick up on the question. On the “why?”. He sits there, with his hand doing the same repeated pattern, with a curious and searching gaze. It’s kind of driving Etho mad.

“Well, why?” Etho asks, the two words being the only things coming to mind.

Bdubs stares at him. Then, tilts his head again. “What do you mean ‘why’?”

Etho huffs and looks away. “Why would you do that? Are you not curious?”

Bdubs face lights up then, and his mouth forms a small ‘o’. He giggles and leans back, “Oh Etho. You are silly, you know that?”

Etho, now the one confused, squints his eyes at him. “What?”

Bdubs smiles. He resituations himself, turning so his back is to Etho and then leaning back in one fluid motion. He keeps their hands held together, pulling Etho’s arm around his shoulder. His head is pressed against Etho’s chest and he tilts it back so he can look up at him, Etho himself looks down.

“Nah, I’m not curious.” He says softly. That one sentence is enough to derail Etho’s assumptions of other people. “I don’t think any of the other Hermits are either. Do you want us to be curious?”

Etho shakes his head, “Not really, I guess. I just figured, yknow, you hide things from people and they get curious.”

Bdubs hums at him. “You should already know this by now, but Hermitcraft is different. We all have secrets. We don’t ask why Grian sometimes has eyes following him around, we don’t ask about Iskall’s eye, and we don’t ask about your mask. It’s up to you if you want us to know or not, Etho.”

“Oh,” Etho replies and looks back up at the wall ahead of him. Bdubs chuckles at him, he gets up and turns back around again so he’s facing Etho. Bdubs has never been known to sit still, once he finds a position he likes it only takes a matter of time before he moves again.

He breaks apart their hands and instead raises his hands so they’re holding onto the side of Etho’s face. “I love you, yeah? I don’t care if you never show me your face.”

Etho swallows, he bends forward until his forehead is pressed against Bdubs.

“Okay,” he replies quietly. His question now settled.

“Okay,” Bdubs echoes with a small laugh. He sits back again and kisses Etho’s forehead where his headband would normally be sat, but he had rid it earlier when he got home. “Can we go to bed now?”

Etho snickers, “Yes, yes, sleeping beauty.”

Bdubs whacks him before quite literally, wrapping himself around Etho. They fall asleep about an hour later, because neither of them will stop bickering with the other.

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 21

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open! Also, so sorry to be behind on this one. Life got in the way for awhile but I'm back!

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Chapter 21 – It's the Playoffs, Baby

Leia

The last six weeks have been the most wonderful dream. My little Avery came home the same day I was released from the hospital after a week-long stay. She’s perfect in every way. Andy refuses to put her down unless she’s hungry. He’s besotted with his little girl, and it just makes my chest hurt from the adorableness. It was rough the first couple of weeks with the surgery, but Andy found a night nanny to help. He also hired a housekeeper for us, Mrs. Langfield. She is a godsend. She is so helpful with the house and caring for me when Andy head-to-head back to work.

But here we are, six weeks later, and we are attending our first home game together. Management got us our own box with the. WAGs. I am a WAG now, which is wild.

Andy and I get to the arena early, him proudly carrying the car seat in. My social media team are on it with the arrivals, and I step out of the picture because I know that the fans will go nuts for this daddy/daughter moment. But my top assistant, Alicia, spots me. “Leia, we have to get a picture of the happy family.” She pulls me and we pose. I’m leaning into Andy before he pulls Avery out of the car seat so he’s holding her.

“That’s great!” Alicia declares. “These will be up soon, but I’ll send you the good ones,” she tells me, and I flush.

We head to the private elevator and Andy looks down at me. “Sweetheart, why are you so red?”

“Nothing,” I looked down at the bags. I could feel the hot tears welling behind my eyes and I was trying desperately to stop them.

While Avery has been magical and beautiful and wonderful, I did not feel the same way about myself. I was dull, fat and blah. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt like all people saw now was Avery. I was nothing. I didn’t want the photos of me to go up because next to my gorgeous boyfriend and my beautiful daughter, I was the fat lump of a woman. I tried to make an effort and done my hair and makeup, but I still felt like a fraud.

I know that this is just post pardum feelings. I know I should talk to someone but all I want is to be home with my baby girl. I hear a throat clear, and I look up at Andy. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I move to say nothing, but he cuts me off. “My queen, you are sad. I can see it. Talk to me.”

I can feel one tear fall down my cheek. “I don’t want them to post my picture,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“I feel gross and ugly, and I don’t want my picture there. I don’t need the whole word to know how much of a mess I am and that you have an ugly girlfriend and...”

“Whoa, baby, stop right there.” Andy pulled us to the side, away from the crowd. “Sweetheart, you are beautiful, strong and amazing. You cooked our little princess and protected her for nine months. Look at her.” I look down to the car seat where she sleeps. “You did that. You made that. That makes you a superhero Leia. That makes you, my queen. I worship at your feet because you gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

“But, I don’t do anything.” I start to cry. “The night nurse takes care of her when I sleep, and Mrs. Langfield takes care of her and the house. I’m useless, Andy. Just a milk machine.” I hiccup. “All anyone sees is Avery and her cow.”

He pulls me in and holds me tight. “Oh baby, why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been so sweet to make sure I’m being taken care of I didn’t want you to think I am ungrateful. Because I’m so grateful Andy.” I sob harder into his chest as he cradles my head.

“Sweetheart, you have to talk to me, okay? I don’t know what help you really need if you don’t tell me.” He kisses my forehead and lets me cry for a few moments before he tilts my head back. “How about this? We will let the night nurse go in a couple of more weeks. But she starts to get you up to feed instead of pumping. Then when you feel more comfortable, we’ll let her go.”

I sniffle. “That sounds good.”

“Ok. As for Mrs. Langfield, I’m sure we can talk to her and tell her what you need, and she’ll be able to help. I don’t want to make life harder right now we the team almost in the playoffs.”

“You think she’ll be ok with it?”

“I’m sure she is willing to do anything for Avery.” He gave me his dazzling smile. “I promise we’ll figure this out, ok?”

“Ok. I love you, Andy.”

He leaned down and kissed me softly. “I love you, my queen. Let’s get my girls settled.” He took my hand and walked me to the box. We were immediate greeted by the WAGs that are already there and they started to coo over Avery.

Avery, my perfect princess, decides this is the time to open her eyes and show off beautiful blue green eyes. “Oh my,” Katerina Marchand coos. “She’s gorgeous Leia.” She looks at me and her smiles falls. “Have you been crying Leia?”

“Oh,” I wave her off, “I’m fine.”

“Leia, honey,” Moa sat next to me and took my hands. “You just had a baby seven weeks ago. And it wasn’t an easy birth. Its ok to not be ok.”

I felt my lower lip wobble. “I’m just not feeling myself. I don’t know how Andy hasn’t run away because I’m so fat and ugly.”

“Sweetie, that is absolutely not true,” Rebecca took my hands. “When we saw the post of you and Andy with the baby, David and I were commenting on how beautiful you look. It doesn’t even look like you’ve had a baby seven weeks ago.”

I felt a big fat tear leak from my eye (stupid hormones). “Really?”

“Yeah, really, I wish I looked half as good as you when I had our baby,” Rebecca said. “It’s ok to feel uncomfortable and undesirable but that’s just the flood of hormones talking. David has told me that Andy can’t stop showing off pictures of the baby and you. How sweet and peaceful his girls are. It's so sweet.”

“Brad was telling me the same thing,” Katerina said. “You grew a human; you can be a little off for a while.”

These ladies have embraced me as one of their own and I am forever grateful for it. I hadn’t had many girlfriends, just Stella and eventually, Miranda. But these women are ready to take me in and show me the ropes. “Thank you, ladies. Really, it means a lot.”

“What does Andy say about all of this?” Moa asked.

“He was upset I hadn’t said anything. We’re going to make some changes that make sense and hopefully it will help.” I swallowed. “He’s been so good to me, to us.”

Moa smiled. “I knew that man was made to be a father.”

A week later, life turned upside down. We had talked to Mrs. Langfield, and she was more than happy to show me the ropes to being a mom. “I raised four of my own. It isn’t easy but it is the most rewarding thing you will ever do.” she patted my hand, and we went to work. I thought that would end the drama, but it didn’t.

Stella ended up on my doorstep while the guys were still in New York after clinching a playoff berth and she was a mess. “Stel?”

“I need to hide out here for a while, please,” she said as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Of course, sweetie,” as I pulled her in. “What’s going on?”

“Have you seen the headlines about the Bruins?”

“Uh, no.” I picked up my phone. While I was still on maternity leave, I was trying to keep up with all the posts and letting my team know of any discrepancies. I scrolled and I saw the article about Jeremy going back to his partying ways. “What the... I don’t understand. I thought he was cleaning up his act and doing a damn good job at it.”

“Yeah, he was.” She sniffed and wiped her nose. “Because we had been taking care of each other.” She looked at her lap and I froze.

“You and Jeremy. You were, what?”

“We were in a ‘friends with benefits’ situation.” She looked at me with sorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but he was there when I broke up with Kevin and then it was supposed to be one night. But we didn’t stop, and it was great. I thought we were getting serious but then this and...” she breaks down and sobs and I wrap my arms around her.

“It's going to be ok, Stel. You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure there is a perfectly good explanation and when you are ready, we’ll get the truth.”

I feel for my friend. It's obvious that she’s in love with him. I’m not sure how I missed it but now she needed me to take care of her.

Jeremy was benched soon after, not sure why. I would have to wait for Andy to get home.

Andy

What a shit show.

Jeremy getting sent home is the last things I was expecting after his shutout performance. But I guess management didn’t like the photos and I couldn’t speak to the GM right away. I finally caught up with him and explained that Jeremy had turned down the girl and I walked with him to his hotel room. That Jeremy admitted to having a girlfriend whom he loved very much. Once that got cleared up, they allowed him to rejoin the team once we got home.

It was the day before the first playoff game and we would be on the road to Toronto. I was packing my bag when I hear, “Andy!”

Fuck, Leia sounds panicked. I race down the stairs. “Leia, baby, what’s wrong?”

She’s clutching our daughter like her life depended on it. “My mother messaged me, and I panicked. I’m sorry, I just... why is she doing this?”

“Let me see the message.” I pick up the phone to read.

Monica: I heard that you had the baby. I would like to meet with you and my granddaughter alone. We need to discuss yours and your daughter’s future.

What the fuck. I look at my girl and she is afraid. “What is she trying to do?”

“I don’t know but you know as soon as she realizes that you and Luke are gone, she’ll try to ambush me.”

I didn't even think about that. Fuck, I can’t leave her here alone. But an idea forms, and I whipped out my phone. I send a message to the GM and he replies automatically. “Ok, sweetheart, why don’t you and Avery join us on the road?”

“What?”

“I just messaged the GM about having you on the trip. I told him it was a safety thing but since you are still the social media director, you still have the option to travel with us.”

“But won’t I have to work? Who will watch Avery?”

“My queen, I can guarantee she will have about 20 babysitters when she’s not with us. Plus, Stella is going as well, so she can hold the baby if you need take some pictures and stuff. What do you say? Come be my lucky charm?”

Babies, as it turns out, need a lot of stuff. But it didn’t bother me in the slightest because it just meant that my girls were with me on the road. Three suitcases later, I carried my baby girl onto the plane.

“Holy shit! Princess Avery is in the house!” Jeremy yelled as he went to reach for her. He took the carrier off me and took her to his seat with Linus.

“I guess Sway is taking the first shift,” I said to Leia who smiled. I pulled her to my row so she could sit with me and Luke. I get her settled and then go over to check on the baby with our goalies. Linus already has her out of the carrier and in his arms, telling her something in Swedish. Jeremy just plays with her toes as he watched. “You guys good with her?”

“Go away, Barber,” Linus says. “My niece and I are discussing all the things we will be doing when she visits me in Sweden.”

Jeremy grins. “And I am making sure all of these toes are perfect. Shoo.” I chuckled.

“Hey, I want to hold my niece as well,” David says.

“Uh, she’s my niece too,” Brad says with a dramatic pout. The arguing gets loud, and Avery takes objection to it by letting out a loud wail. I swoop in to take her into my arms.

“Avery, my princess, what’s wrong? Did your uncles get too loud? You didn’t like big loud men scaring you?” I cooed at her. Her eyes open slightly. “There’s my girl.” She gives me a sleepy smile. I walk back to our seats to the protest of my teammates. “When you guys get a schedule down, then you can have her. Until then, she’s with daddy.”

“Yes, Captain,” I hear them all grumble. I smile as I sit with my girl. Leia leans on my shoulder to stare at my girl. She’s been getting better with the post-partum. She still has moments where she curls up and cries. We talked about maybe seeing someone to help her. I tell her every day that there is no shame, no shame whatsoever if she needs help. Mrs. Langfield has been a godsend. She has been there for Leia when I have been on the road. Once she understood what was happening, she immediately knew what to do when I was so utterly lost.

The flight was smooth sailing. Avery was a gem and we arrived in Toronto without an issue. Avery’s passport is so adorable and gets so many reactions as we go through customs. We pile onto the bus and head to the hotel. I get my girls into their room (stupid travel rule: can’t sleep away from the team) and make sure they have everything they need. “I have a team meeting and then a walk through. I’ll be a couple of hours, but Linus and Jeremy will be here since their schedule is different. But if you need me, call me.” I kiss the top of Avery’s head before I softly kiss Leia. “I love you.”

“I love you. We’ll be okay, won’t we baby girl?” Leia talks to Avery as she sleeps. “Shoo, I promise, I’m ok.”

She’s got this, my brave warrior queen.

Leia

Avery and I walk down the team floor in search of a couple of goalies. I find them going over tape in a conference room at the end of their hall. “Hey guys!”

“Hey Leia,” Jeremy says, glancing at me before doing a double take when he sees Avery. “It’s the princess! He moves to take her from me and starts to walk around telling her secrets I can’t hear.

“How are you, Leia?” Linus asks. Linus is a father twice over, so I know he knows about the post-partum. Moa, his wife, has been a godsend with the advice.

“I’m getting better. Being on the road is a good distraction.” I smile. “I actually need your guys' help.”

“What's up?” Jeremy asks. I explain what I want to do, and the guys look at me funny. “Don’t you want a girlfriend for this?”

“She has stuff to do while she’s here.” I don’t say her name because I know that she and Jeremy are still not speaking. When I thought about it, they make sense. He is perfect for her and vice versa. The pictures looked bad but when Andy explained what had happened, I tried to talk to Stella, but she was not having it.

“I’ll grab one of their sticks,” Linus offered. He went out to the equipment storage room, leaving me with Jeremy.

Its awkward for a moment, until I hear, “is she ok?” I look up at him and my heart breaks for him. I’ve never seen the look in his eyes before. When he was angry, sure. Happy, all the time. But what he has is heart break because I can see that he is in love with my best friend.

“She’s putting on a strong front, but I know she is heartbroken too. I’m trying to talk to her because Andy told me what happened, but she’s been hurt like this before. She’s protecting herself.”

“From me? I told the guys I am in love that night. It's been her for a while. I was planning on telling her.” His posture is turn down in defeat.

“Oh, Jer, I’m sorry.” I sit next to him and put my head on his shoulder.

“I’m going to get her back Leia. I have to. She’s my everything.”

We hear the door opening and Jeremy wipes at his eyes. Linus comes in with two sticks and a couple of rolls of tape. He sees Jeremy’s eyes and frowns. “Everything ok?”

“Yes Linus. Just reminiscing about the birth.” I look down at the stroller with Avery asleep. “Never got to properly thank Jer for holding my hand. I’m still sorry about your hand.”

“Swear it’s the reason I got the shutout in New York,” he says with a wink. “So, do you have the paint?”

Andy

We’re headed out to warm up for game one when Alicia stops me and Luke. “Guys, we need you to take some photos with some specialty sticks.” She guides us to the ice before handing us the sticks. We both pose before I look at the stick. And I choke up. “Alicia?”

“Leia wanted to make them for you.” She smiled as she continues to snap pictures.

On the tape of the blades are tiny hand and footprints in pink with the words “good luck daddy love Avery” painted on them. I see Luke wiping his eyes as he stares at his, the words “kick butt Uncle Luke” written on his. I look up and I see Leia with Avery in her carrier standing behind the bench. I get as close as I can. “You did this?”

“I had some help but yeah. We’re so proud of you Andy.” She looks down at Avery, who has on the tiniest ear defenders on, in pink, of course. “I love you. Go kick some Toronto ass.” She presses her hand to the glass, and I reach up with mine.

“I love you my queen and my princess.”

I don’t play with that stick, but I leave it in the tunnel for luck. And luck did it bring. We won that game and the next one to take the series back home. I’ve decided to keep that stick in my locker and take it with me for every game this playoff season.

After we land, I tuck my girls into the car. Avery had a rough night, so Leia and I are dog tired. I had stayed on the phone with Leia while she worked to sooth Avery. She finally conked out around three A.M., and we had a flight at eight. Nobody was a happy camper but luckily, Avery stayed asleep in Luke’s arms, giving me and Leia some much needed rest.

We have a light practice this afternoon and I keep thinking of things we need to get now that we are home. Maybe I can take Leia to bed. We’ve only started to fool around now that she has the all clear from her doctor. The thought of having her body under me starts to make me hard and I almost miss seeing a black Mercedes parked in front of the house and my defenses goes up. All thoughts of a sexy nap with my girl fly out the window. I pull the car all the way in the garage and close the door. “Leia, stay inside with Avery.”

“Andy? What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know baby, but just stay inside. Don't open the door unless you see on the camera that I am alone.” I move to go out the side door, lock it and pull it close. I move to the front of house and the car doors open.

Fuck my life.

Taglist:

@patzammit @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @firephotogrl74 @tinkerbelle67 @before-we-get-started @bunnyforhim @alexakeyloveloki @sunnyhummingbee @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @peaceinourtime82 @saucy-sassy-sparkly @kmc1989 @kandis-mom @lokislady82

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fly-sky-high-arts · 1 year ago

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Animal + Theme for a character design!

I'm playing with adopt designs this month!

-Suggest me a real life animal (and a theme if you have one) so I may design a Pokemon/Rain World/Hollow Knight/Digimon/Sonic character of your choice based on it~

-I make simple styled designs any way I wish and will not do any adjustments to it once done~

-If you suggested the info, you will have a chance to buy off the designed adopt first. If not interested, I will be putting them up for anyone to adopt on my ko-fi. They will be priced the same in either case~

-I will wait for the reply from the askers about it for about two days and in case there is no reply I will just add them to my ko-fi and open for anyone to buy~

(not a style example for what I'm going for but an example no less~)

If interested, feel free to send me an ask! This will be open for most of the month!

EDIT: I'M KEEPING THESE OPEN UNTIL I DECIDE I STOP, I'm having a lot of fun with these, more so than commissions atm so feel free to send more! Added few more franchises on the list above!!

Extra info from the reblog post:

-if animal + theme doesn't have a specified franchise I listed above, I will pick one myself. If you still want one but forgot to add to the ask, you're okay to send another one, no pressure!

-I will also either wait for askers to respond if they are interested in purchasing the adopt themselves or DM them unless they specify they aren't interested in the ask itself.

-mythical creatures are a go as long as they're fine to use! I still prefer animals as an option but I can't say no to dragons, gryphons and alike lol they're cool

-i plan to keep this open for the whole month awhile if all things go well! If I feel overwhelmed at any point I'll close the asks but this is why I'm keeping them simple :)

Thank you so much for the interests so far!

The post with currently still available adopts is HERE

#october design challenge #adopts #update #adoptables

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myrandomsuaus · 5 months ago

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I haven't posted in awhile so have some new art for my Diamond Swap AU (which is just some character designs)

I know I originally said that the fusion that was apart of Purple and White's rebel gems was a Garnet, but I decided to change that. Now the fusion is Anhydrite, a fusion of Aquamarine and Padparadscha. The two gems are from Yellow's court instead of Blue's court and the Off-Colors because I felt it fitting for the AU. Aquamarine is still the same from canon, just in Yellow's court instead, but has grown nicer over time with being fused with Pads. Pads is treated like other Sapphires, since she is one, but her future vision isn't like a normal Sapphire. Her future vision allows her to see things in the very near future (like when someone is literally about to enter the room to announce terrible news of a rebellion from the younger diamonds, who are gathering up their courts to help with protecting Earth from being colonized by Homeworld). It may seem useless at first, but she usually has more information on current situations due to being able to see all, within a certain range, of what is happening in the close future/the now. This makes her a valuable asset to the Diamonds as the rebellion takes place. However, Purple and White know this and try to use this against them.

Pads had been discussing with Yellow Diamond that Purple and White would arrive and be stopped as 7 gems would be poofed, herself included, during the fight. Just as Pads said that the two youngest diamonds did indeed show up and six gems were poofed, but before Pads could be poof Aquamarine pushed Pads out of the way, deeming her too valuable to be poofed at a time like this, causing the two to fuse into Anhydrite for the first time. This caused chaos and the two unfused before Aquamarine quickly rushed the two off the Cloud Arena down to Earth. (basically following the story of Garnet).

They weren't quick to fuse again, making sure to find somewhere safe to be since they knew that gems of their class weren't supposed to fuse together. Pads tried to see when they would each chance she got, but Aquamarine always managed to do something she never could predict, leaving her in the dark about their future. Aquamarine mostly acted like she didn't actually enjoy fusing as much as she actually did. She just feared that if they fused again that trouble would so follow. However, she couldn't deny the longing to be something more than just an aquamarine and padparadscha with Pads. Soon the two would fuse once more, still unsure of who they new were, but loved every second of it. Eventually the two would be found by Purple and White and be asked to join their cause to protect the Earth, a place where the two could exist as Anhydrite for as long as they wanted and others could do the same.

I'm really putting more thought into this au than my main one this is based on lol. Anyways, if you liked the art feel free to like and reblog it! Reblogs really help spread this to others who may enjoy it too ^w^ Have a wonderful day and always remember to stay creative!!!!

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months ago

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Hey! I love your work, and I think you get everything down to Alfie’s language to the fucking t! It’s so fucking good when I can literally hear him in my head while I’m reading! Sidenote—please don’t cut my head off, because I’m *genuinely* trying to understand. I’ve followed you for awhile and I’ve noticed you engaging in the discourse about readers and reblogs, likes, etc., so I thought maybe you would be a good person to try to help me understand why some writers seem to be so upset by some readers liking instead of reblogging. Again, I’m not trying to attack anyone, I promise, but even as a writer myself, I struggle to grasp why it matters so much. Like, of course, comments and/or reblogs with comments make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! It makes my day hearing that someone has loved a thing I’ve put my time and effort into creating, but likes are called “likes” for a reason—to let someone know you liked what they posted. In my head, getting them is another way for people to let me know they enjoyed what I put out. I’m not saying that anyone is, but to me, it comes off a little entitled when people get upset at readers for not explicitly praising their work with comments and such. Yes, the site is free and we’re not getting paid to write fanfics, but nobody owes anyone anything. When I write a thing and post it, I don’t feel like readers are then obligated to give me feedback because putting it online is a decision that *I* made. If they take the time to comment on it, that’s fucking wonderful, but that doesn’t mean that people who don’t do that are in the wrong for using the like button as their way of telling writers “Hey, I like this!” if they’re uncomfortable interacting or don’t have anything specific in mind to say. I’ve seen people talk about just copy/pasting a comment, but I don’t get how having 100 comments that all say “I like this fic!” or whatever is any different than using the button that’s meant to indicate “I like this fic!”. If somebody’s going to say something about my work, I would rather it be because they genuinely wanted to comment, not because they feel obligated to do so. I really hope this doesn’t come off as rude and I’m so sorry if it does. I’m just confused because both interactions mean the same thing—the only difference is that some people are more comfortable sharing their thoughts in depth or socializing online. I don’t know, it sorta feels like some are trying to police what other people do/don’t do with their blogs when we’re all here for the same reason—to fuck around and fuck our favorite characters. (Or daydream about it, unfortunately lmao)

Okay, I will try and explain it for you, nonie.

The reason why we are frustrated over the lack of reblogs is very simple, and if you’ve been following me for a while I’m surprised that you haven’t noted the reason by now.

Essentially, it keeps the fandoms going. It spreads posts around, it gives them visibility since half the time, the tags don’t work (it’s hit and miss at best!) and the algorithms on this site are virtually nonexistent, so having our work shared is a vitally helpful way for us to reach more people.

This isn’t Instagram. The reblog button is there to be used as that’s the very ethos of the tumblr experience; you see something that you enjoy, you like it, you share it. You seem to be forgetting that and solely focusing on commentary, but let’s get to that, shall we?

You’re absolutely right, nobody is obligated to comment, but come on. It’s a tiny exertion of effort to reward an author. It’s interaction, it can help people feel like what they wrote is valued beyond the bare minimum. It’s a tiny expression of gratitude in a world were fast consumption of “content” is now the norm. It also helps people - new writers especially - feel like they’re not shouting into a void. It all also ties in the the community of fandoms, which seems to be dying because of this quick consumption trend.

If you are fine with none of the above happening, with no sense of community in your respective fandom, with people not offering comments - or the more important reblogs - great! But people aren’t wrong for wanting a little more from our audiences, especially when that little more takes seconds to participate in.

I hope that clears things up for you.

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hiding-under-the-willow · 1 year ago

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Uh, hello.

I'm very new to tumblr, and i'm not exactly sure how it works.

i was wondering if you could give me some basic tumblr rules and etiquette?

like how reblogs and stuff work.

I'm just really worried i'm doing something wrong, and i don't want people to get mad at me for it.

I feel like the number one way I can suggest figuring out the social etiquette of tumblr is just to follow blogs you like and observe how they use the site and just like work from there, that's how I figured out the site when I joined at least. Back when I joined there weren't actually a lot of people joining so there wasn't a lot of guidance but the site's been seeing a lot of user migration the last year or two so there are plenty of posts circling around with like tips on how to use the site and the general culture and such if that's the kind of stuff you're looking for though.

Generally, reblogs are appreciated, especially by artists since it's the best way for their work to reach new people. People will try to claim likes do nothing and so you should always reblog, this is generally a lie. Reblogs do more for artists but its not like it's the end of the world if you don't reblog every post you like that's just some weird moral panic bullshit people get on every once in awhile. Usually if someone doesn't want a post reblogged they'll say it explicitly in the post or tags so that's not something you need to be paranoid about. People talk in the tags on reblogs and original posts. If you're reblogging a text post or art op is probably always gonna be chill with you talking about the post in the tag, in fact that's the more common way here to leave praise for art rather than leaving actual comments.

I keep my reblogs and most of my personal posts on a separate blog but that's like a personal organizational thing I like having my art all easily accessible in the same place. If you're a content creator of some kind it's totally chill to have all of your personal work and all of your reblogs on the same blog. Really how much you organize or split up stuff is up to you. Some people have different blogs for every fandom they're in, some people put everything in one place. Some people tag everything thoroughly some people don't tag anything. It's really just up to you what kind of organization you want to have and what stuff you want to keep track of on your blog.

Block people you don't want to interact with. Block tags you don't want to see. Unfollow people whenever where ever for whatever reason and don't feel bad about it. Curate your experience on this site as much as possible. It's one of the best social media sites in terms of personalizing your experience by far and that's something you should absolutely take advantage of. Don't force yourself to engage in discourse you don't care about, don't harass people for anything, don't get pressured into reblogging serious political posts if you don't want to, turn your gaze away from anything you don't want to see. It's the funny fandom site, don't make yourself miserable, curate your space so that it sparks joy.

This is more site function than etiquette but. Tumblr live is a really recent addition to the site, it's stupid, might be a data harvesting scheme, and everyone hates it. No one uses it. There's a place in settings you can turn it off for a week at a time. Everyone does that every week it's a collective in joke basically.

Anyways mostly my point is have fun, curate and organize your space as you see fit, and watch other people to pick up on site etiquette. If anyone else wants to leave tips on this post it's totally welcome. Good luck out there dude o7

#atlas speaks #just spit out whatever popped off the top of my head so i hope it's helpful lol #really though like i said observation is the best way to learn. and you really don't need to be too anxious about fucking up #tumblr is a pretty hard site to fuck up using

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dabistits · 2 years ago

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a self-identified proshipper reblogged this post from me in agreement, to which i just wanna hold up a mirror and say: uh, “the overflowing amount of weird fan art” op is referring to is also... made by you all.

this lack of self-awareness makes me want to verbalize something that i’ve alluded to before, but never really fleshed out, which is that this whole “proship” thing is a redux of early 2010s gamergate talking points, just with the misogyny excised (supposedly). all other arguments have already been done to death by misogynist pop culture bros who feared the encroaching wave of feminism and “political correctness,” including the talking points about how female characters in skimpy clothing is “just fiction,” it’s not actually hurting anyone in real life, how video games are just “for fun” and “not meant to be taken seriously,” oh and also the excessive rape and violence against women are just there for the sake of “realism.”

there’s some kind of cognitive dissonance that “proshippers” will make the same arguments while reblogging posts about the misogyny of pop culture media and its fanbase, blissfully oblivious to the fact that they are not exempt from producing an “overflowing amount of weird fanart.” i’ve been thinking for awhile now that this cognitive dissonance is resolved for them through bioessentialism, in terms of gender but also whiteness. some, maybe even many, “proshippers,” as a part of a heavily self-identified “afab” population participating in transformative fandom, view themselves as essentially different from fanboys, and their engagement with any creepy shit (including making weird fanart of schoolboys) as also essentially different from any creepy shit done by fanboys (making weird fanart of schoolgirls).

large swathes of transformative fandom still fundamentally conceive of internet fandom as being split between “amabs” and “afabs.” no matter how much lip service is given to the idea of trans acceptance, i’ve found that many fandom people (regardless of how they identify) are extremely quick to unite around “afab” terminology, discuss “afab experiences” and cite the flawed premise of “female socialization,” in addition to praising fandom for being “a safe space for women to explore their sexuality” (wherein the women are presumed to be at least white and cis). (this is why i’m choosing to use “afab” as the umbrella term here.) i also feel, with anecdotal evidence in support, that tma people tend to be viewed with suspicion and heavily scrutinized, as are poc who openly discuss racism in transformative fandom. none of this is unique to fandom or even “proshippers” tbh, these are symptoms of transmisogyny and whiteness in general, but it certainly concocts into some pretty noxious takes without a single iota of self-awareness.

it boils down to this belief that “afab” desire is inherently exempt from problematization, that it is somehow inherently unimplicated in oppressive forces while cis mens’ desires are. it’s rightly understood that the cishet man who draws panty shots and weird balloon tits is off-putting and degrading for people who are just trying to appreciate female characters. however, “proshippers” are utterly unable to apply this principle to themselves, even when the object of their desire is marginalized through race, transness, age, etc. this inability to recognize one’s own complicity in oppression is endemic in white “afabs,” who imagine their desires and fears to be pure and sacrosanct—even while proclaiming to rep darkness and degeneracy, they stop short of treating that material as something actually “dark,” as in something that’s sensitive and worth treating delicately regardless of the personal desire to clumsily make it sexy or sensationalist. such a thing would entail recognizing their own potential to do harm, to be oppressors, and even outside of fandom that’s never been something they’ve been interested in doing.

#fandom #creep shit #long post /#several days late response to the phenomenon

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thatcheeseycandle · 9 months ago

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//Its beyond my sleep-time, and I need to put this out here. Aka grab a comfortable seat it's serious talk time.

Now now it's been awhile since I've been in a safe fandom such as this and dios has it been fun. Yeah it started off smooth and had some rocky roads, and currently it's going pretty well

Unfortunately I can't say the same for other people, I know if I don't say this sooner or later my memorys just gonna mess it up.

But what I wanna say is, don't ever be afraid to express yourself. Don't be afraid to post, reblog, like, ask, etc. Trust me on this, no matter how many bad people there are Tumblr is the greatest place to do these things on.

If your afraid of doing it, don't worry just take your time to think about it but still it doesn't hurt to give posting or reblogging a try.

I was once in your place, a place where I was afraid of how people would think of my posts and how I'd act, but in the end there were lots of people who welcomed me with open arms.

And I know people will welcome you with open hands as well, no matter how many people get upset or cringe at you, people will still like you the way you are. (platonically)

So come on, don't resist (if your ready), try and reblog your favorite tumblr post about an interest you have, post some funfacts you have in your mind, or just show off the coolest things you have! It's always refreshing to try and reach out to a community that you never knew existed.

It may be a stab in the dark, but in the end it will always end up you stabbing the cake celebrating you coming out of your shell being confident.

(If this was too cheesy for you, well that's why I'm called thatcheeseycandle, I'm naturally cheesey.)

#cheesyversial rants #cheesarama drama #shoutout to who has came out of their shell with confidence and to those who welcomed me with open arms #never thought I'd post something like this #but ngl it feels good to let it out.

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locitawritingsblog · 2 years ago

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I posted 255 times in 2022

That's 255 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (35%)

166 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@genericficerblog

@locitapurplepink

@foundationsretail

@cassie-fanfics

@photogirl894

I tagged 198 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#oc design - 60 posts

#tag game - 58 posts

#picrew - 57 posts

#writing post - 35 posts

#star wars fanfiction - 31 posts

#sw resistance - 30 posts

#star wars resistance - 30 posts

#my ocs - 28 posts

#oc ask game - 25 posts

#the bad batch - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 75 characters

#if anything i loved the surprise of getting them without knowing even more!

My Top Posts in 2022:

@tiny-badbatcher asked me to write about Kaz and Torra's relationship and this is second time of this pairing. It took awhile to figure and I got one.

Memories to Keep It

Kaz & Torra

Based on Xiono Story series (my fanfic)

Torra still felt gulity what happened at her husband's blanket. She knew his blanket was a gift from his uncle from years ago who he was used to love spending time with.

She forgot to feed her pet, Buggles which making him so hungry and looked anywhere that he could eat or bite. He looked at Kaz's sunflower blanket.

Even through Kaz forgive her but she still felt that she didn't deserve it.

At night, Kaz just finished doing his face mask and heading to the bed but quickly mentioned Torra was down as rubbing Buggles' back.

"Hey, is everything alright, Honeylatte ?"

Torra sighed "Not really. "

He hold his hand "You know you can tell anything, right ? That's what our marriage for."

She took breath as staring at him with tears in her eyes "I feel guilty about ripped your special blanket. I know that you forgive me but I feel like...I don't deserve it. I started thinking if you'd...rather left me than this."

Kaz shook his head as wiping her tears "Torra, don't say like that. I know that you didn't mean that on purpose and I know how much you love me since you were acting crazy when we first time met."

Torra chuckled "But you chose me to race against with."

"Let's say that a nikto friend told everyone on this station after I accidentally talked about my dream to be the best pilot. It was driving me crazy." The couple laught.

At the same time, Buggled walked to Kaz and slept on his lap "But at least I survived." He rubbed his back.

"You see, Honeylatte. Even through I don't have stuffs to remember but at least I have good memories in my mind like Uncle John was used to put me on his shoulder and pretended to be my ship and we flew away." He told her.

"Since you told me this, I've been seeing you play that game with Ayumi and she really enjoy it." She replied.

"Yep, and I still would do that again."

"Until she's too heavy to carry." She teased.

"Hey... " "Kaz, no, stop it.." Kaz tickled Torra on her stomach, she laught loudly until the couple lay down on the bed.

After that, Kaz touched her cheek "Torra, no matter what happen between us, I won't leave you. You're a part of me that need to stick together with."

Torra took breath and smiled "You're a part of me too." Then the couple kissed each other while Buggles laid down between them.

"Sweet dream, honeylatte."

"Sweet dream, my love."

And they all fell asleep together.

The end

Hope you like this one.

I tag @foundationsretail , @tiny-badbatcher , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @genericficerblog , @thebadbatch2022 , and @girlzrok-archive

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This is my drawing for my Star Wars Resistance Modern AU fanfic on wattpad, Hope Inside.

I drew this two years ago. Let me tell you about this family.

Jarek Yeager adopted his three kids after he lost his biogical family during the accident.

First, he adopted Neeku when he was a baby, next he adopted Tam on the street who survived from the house fire when she was 13 years old, and lastly, Kaz. He mentioned that something off with him until he figured out that he was abused by his drunk father and took him to his house and overtime, Kaz felt safe and loved by his new family.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @foundationsretail and @tiny-badbatcher ?

17 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

I just finished drawing Omega wearing a junior high school for my Bad Batch High School fanfic.

Here some things about her :

She's more comfortable wearing trousers than skirts but when she has to wear school skirt, she would always wearing leggings.

This school uniform is inspired by one of my uniforms when I was in elementary school 😅

She's more comfortable wearing boots than sneakers as you guys can see on this picture.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @crosshairs-simp, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @s-pirth-lemonade , @littlefeatherr , and anyone else who wants to see this.

18 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

Tell me a reason why you want to write star wars fanfics then tag five blogs who also love writing too.

Mine is expressing my imagination into the story to be remembered.

@photogirl894 , @foundationsretail , @kanerallels , @thebadbatch2022 , and @genericficerblog

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My #1 post of 2022

Ayumi enjoying her drink.

I tag @photogirl894 , @leosardonyx18 , @cassie-fanfics , @genericficerblog , @zaya-mo , @l-lend , @tinysbandanadad , @tiny-badbatcher , @summer-1902 , and anyone else who wants to.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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