#ok I’m in the main tag I have to be normal

[tonguetyd]

MetalMuseMedia might be trying to kill us

[therosevest]

how are u going to reblog from me and call bottoms just OK or whatever. find the fun in hot weird lesbians beating the shit out of each other and saving a football player from pineapple juice and killing other guys and having an entire complicated avril lavigne montage and ruby cruz’s sad sad little beat up face and but i’m a diner and havana rose lius ugly cry laugh and a milf who also saves the day and bombing a car to total eclipse of the heart in cunty heist clothes and doing violence for someone as a love language enjoy the weird fucked up dykes or get OUT!!!!!!! it’s not FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

[whumpy-wyrms]

yk i was having trouble writing tllr chapter 12 because Dew is sick with a fever in the beginning and i just,, idk felt uninspired or something because im not the biggest fan of sickfics or whatever

well now i’m sick with a fever and it’s helll so sorry Dew im gonna have to put you through this now my bad 👍👍 at least i am now inspired

if this post makes no sense it’s because my brain hurts and i’m tired 👍👍👍

[mishtershpock]

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[greenbottle-kisser]

Happy Halloween have this fic I wrote a while back about vampirism.

Don’t look at me. Anyways this is about bloodsucking this is your one blood warning.

Vampirism

What the hell is wrong with me? This is about neck biting expect blood.

“What the hell did you do this time?”

“I didn’t do nuthin’!”

Paintmy rubbed his face, only daring to peek through his fingers to look back at Murfy’s newest mess. Dark claws had grown out of his hands, bright red slits replaced his pupils, and, most importantly, his grin was sporting a brand new set of big, sharp, scary looking chompers. Paintmy had no time to be scared, though. Only irritated.

“Oh it’s nuthin’ you fucking clown?” He repeated, exaggerating the greenbottle’s northern accent to add to the angry mockery. “Nuthin’ my fat ass, look at you! Your dipshit self got turned into a meat-hungry beast! How are you gonna survive this without starving, or eating someone you’re gonna regret!?”

“Easy,” Murfy mumbled, trying to keep the tone light, “just eat everyone I don’t like.”

“HEY-”

“I’m joking! I’m joking, geez, you’re really high strung about it, sweetcheeks.” He rolled his eyes, but flashed another smile, a hand on Paintmy’s shoulder. “But I do have a plan! It’s actually what I’m here for.” The larger fae stood silent, processing what the hell Murfy meant. Eyes darting between his face and the hand, it finally clicked in the fairy’s mind, and he gasped.

“You’re gonna turn me into filet mignon!?”

“No!” Murfy exclaimed incredulously.

“You’re gonna turn me into filet mignon!!!” Paintmy backed away from the fly’s grasp as he continued, heartbroken, if also a tad over dramatic. “I’m gonna become a steak on your plate, and you’re gonna break Stitchy’s heart!!! Are you even going to cook me properly!? Are you gonna leave me RAW you cretin!?”

“I ain’t eating ya, this isn’t that kind of fanfic!” Murfy finally covered Paintmy’s mouth, taking a breath as the oil paint fae finally quieted down. He continued: “It’s not much, but a bit of that red gold wouldn’t leave me starvin’ either. Just let me suck some of your blood, alright?” He finally moved his clawed hand away, dragging it to his partner’s cheek. “I promise you, cross my heart, or stake it? Cross it. I’m not gonna kill ya, or eat ya, or anything of the sorts. You’ll be feeling a little woozy, but I’ll help you out after. That sounds like a plan?”

Paintmy looked at the floor, at the curl on his forehead, at the hand, everywhere and anything as he thought over the suggestion. Can people survive getting bloodsucked? How much is he taking? Are his teeth like… straws? It might hurt, but maybe it wouldn’t be that different to the other circumstances where Murfy had found a need to bite him. The fairy’s face heated up at the thought, but he gulped it down and nodded.

“Great!” Murfy beamed, giving Paintmy a final look of the teeth going to his jugular before the greenbottle flew behind him. “You’re the best, Paints.” Palms a little sweaty, the fly carefully unbuttoned the neck of the fairy’s apron, revealing the skin of his neck, unblemished and unbroken. He has seen more than just Paintmy’s bare neck, but the circumstances had made him incredibly nervous. He knew he had to be careful, otherwise it could mean disaster. He needed to steel his resolve, he already promised he wouldn’t kill Paints! Holding the top of the apron to the side with his left hand, he planted his right hand just under the taller fae’s shoulder, and carefully sunk his brand new canines in.

Paintmy hissed when the points pressed against his skin, flinching hard as they began breaking skin. He tried to close the space between his neck and shoulder, but Murfy squeezed onto his shoulder harder to force it in place. When he growled, the fly found himself hesitating again, relenting on the burning pressure on the taller fairy’s jugular just a bit to whisper an apology. Paintmy only shook his head.

“Just finish the job, man.”

Murfy didn’t go slow. Wanting to get the painful part over with, he bit down hard, hard enough to finally puncture right into an artery, and let blood seep through to the surface. As soon as he tasted metal, he let go, instead closing his lips around the wound to begin drinking; he groaned as soon as he could feel it pooling in his mouth, a gnawing thirst he had been ignoring finally satiated. The fly would’ve never thought he’d find blood as refreshing as water, but at the moment he was lapping every drop coming out of Paintmy’s neck like it was precious ambrosia.

The initial searing pain had left Paintmy holding back tears, only releasing them when the cooling relief of a wet tongue ran through the wounds. The fae found himself sighing, any alarm over being injured being drowned out by the more familiar and welcome feeling of Murfy sucking on his neck, his teeth barely in the picture anymore. He concentrated on it, even reveled in it, feeling in heaven as the greenbottle left a love bite right over the regular bite, bruised and red and adored. When he pulled away, only to leave a kiss as an apology, Paintmy moaned at the separation. He wanted more, more of Murfy’s mouth, but he knew it would leave him more light headed than he already was, for better or worse. Murfy leaned back in joy, happily rubbing the sides of his mouth clean of any escaped blood.

“Ahh,” He sighs, a big toothy smile on his face, “that hit the spot! I felt like I was gonna wither away, and I was even eating raw meat, man! Thanks a bunch, toots.” He tried to lock eyes with Paintmy, but the fairy quickly turned away to hide his reddening face, not daring to say a word, just in case it came out too needy. He settles for a shaky thumbs up. Murfy grins more mischievously, speaking in a hushed tone. “This doesn’t gotta be the last time. And it doesn’t just gotta be yer pretty neck.” The fairy couldn’t anymore, practically gasping out his soul in embarrassment. Murfy could only cackle at his partner acting so timidly out of nowhere, leaving another kiss on his cheek.

“However,” he began to muse, “I hope vampirism doesn’t spread through biting. I’m still not sure if vamps can feed off each other.”

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“WHAT-”

[goblin-enjoyer]

Anyone else get a flood of old(ish) animated show clips on your yt recommendations like once a year? Because it happens to me like all the time (well roughly twice a year but you get the point).What and how does the YouTube algorithm manage to consistently do this every year. Like I didn’t even look around that area of the internet at the time and then just adventure time kept popping up(I watched it because show good) and like half of my home page is stuff is Cartoon Network shows. I mean I don’t really mind that much, it’s just oddly consistent.

[worldlxvlys]

I have a request, if you’re taking them

can you do a dwb!Matt where reader relapses badly, and he has to help her through her withdrawals

if not that’s totally cool, but I’m a sucker for angsts so I thought I’d ask

help you

dealer! matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: angst, drug addiction/ withdrawals, mentions of nausea, cursing

a/n -> please read with caution !!

i love you all and my dms are always open if you need to talk <33

MATT’S POV

“i’m fine, matt” she said for what had to be the millionth time.

she smacked my hand away with her own, while she attempted to pour water into a cup with her free one.

her hands were so shaky, she could barely get any of it in the cup. she let out a frustrated sigh, setting the pitcher down onto the counter.

“here” i spoke as i poured the water for her, handing her the glass.

“you hungry?” i asked as i grabbed a paper towel, cleaning up the spill.

“no” she spoke, moving her arm to her forehead to wipe the sweat that began to accumulate.

“when’s the last time you ate something?” i asked her.

“can we turn down the heat?” she asked, continuing to wipe her sweaty skin.

“the heat isn’t on, here” i spoke as i grabbed a washcloth, soaking it in cool water. i folded the washcloth in half, guiding her to sit down on the couch.

she placed the washcloth on her forehead, laying her head back with a sigh.

“is there anything you actually want to eat?” i asked, moving back towards her refrigerator. i was aware that she didn’t have an appetite, but she hadn’t eaten all day long.

“no, matt. i just don’t want to feel like this, i wanna go back to normal” she replied. “how long is this gonna last ? i don’t think i can take much more of this”

“hey, it’s ok. i’m gonna help you through this” i spoke as i made my way back to her, a granola bar in hand.

“no, you don’t get it. i feel like i’m dying, matt. my entire body aches, the thought of food makes me nauseous, i’m covered in sweat, and i’ve never felt weaker in my life. you wanna help? let me take something, anything. please, i need it matt” she looked at me with her eyes slightly widened, clutching onto my shirt.

i’d never seen her look so helpless.

“you know i can’t do that, baby” i spoke, grabbing her hand. “i’m gonna run you a bath, ok? how hot do you want the water?” i asked her.

“a bath isn’t gonna do shit, matt. you know what i need. let me take something or leave me alone”

“i’m trying to help you-” i started, quickly being cut off, “help me? you did this to me. this is your fault. tell me, what do you think happens when you sell drugs to people? do you know how many people you’ve made just like me? you’re no saint, matt. you’re actively helping people ruin their lives”

she didn’t mean it. of course, she didn’t . she’d say anything to get her fix. but that didn’t make her words hurt any less.

she wasn’t telling me anything i hadn’t told myself before. and i hated that i let her end up like this. she was right, this was my fault.

i should’ve done a better job at protecting her, at keeping her safe. i couldn’t do anything about failing in the past, but i damn sure could prevent it from happening in the future.

“you’re right, this is my fault. but letting you erase your progress now would only end up hurting you more in the long run. the only way i can help you is by being here for you. so you can yell at me, be mad at me, be annoyed with me, i don’t care. i’m not going anywhere, okay?”

instead of saying anything she just blinked up at me, nodding her head gently.

“now, how hot do you want your bath water?”

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[myfictionaldreams]

17: Magic - Draco Malfoy

Kinktober Day 17. Magic - Draco Malfoy x potter!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, potter!reader, untouched pleasure, magic, nearly caught, intense orgasm, blowjob, overstimulated,  nicknames, no use of y/n

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The day had moved by slowly and by the time you were sat at the Gryffindor table with your brother and fellow housemates, you were relieved to see that the sun was beginning to set for the evening.

However, as you spooned some fresh mashed potato onto your plate, an unsual and intense sensation coursed through all of your veins: pleasure. Not any normal pleasure that would be experienced with touching of a hand or even a toy, but the pleasure that had you becoming dizzy, skin burning to be touched, never wanting it to end.

Shaking your head, you tried to ignore it, unsure as to what to do, legs clenching together to try and apply some pressure against your clit but nothing helped to reduce the pleasure. You couldn’t even lift up your fork to eat as your hands gently shook in your lap, you needed to get out of sight.

Glancing around, you made sure no one was noticing what you were going through when your eyes caught sight of a smirking blonde who was dressed in a plain black suit, watching with dark eyes from the Slytherin table. Of course, it had to be Draco.

His smile widen just as the sensation increased, it was definitely him, he loved to play these stupid games with you, seeing just how close he could get before being caught and having to alter the individual's memories.

Your skin itched with want, needing to be out of these clothes, you needed to get away from this room full of people. It was this exact moment when your brother's voice drifted into your senses, “are you ok? You’re quiet” he questioned.

Snapping your head towards him, you tried to keep your voice quiet, afraid that you would moan instead of responding with words, “yeah I'm fine”.

Pulses of euphoria were coursing through your body, it was almost like you were going to orgasm but you couldn’t do that surrounded by all these people, you knew you couldn’t hold back your voice during those moments. Even now, you could feel how wet your underwear was becoming and today or all days you’d decided to wear a skirt, how long would it be before your cunt was dribbling down your thighs?

Standing suddenly with unsteady feet, you just about managed to climb over the bench, not caring about anyone else, just needing to get out of the public eye but once again your brother’s voice interrupted you.

“Wait, where are you going?” Harry asks with worry lacing his tone.

You wave him off, “uh nothing, I’m just not feeling very well”.

“Well let me take you to madam Pomfrey then” he suggests, moving to stand up but you quickly brush him off.

“No no it’s fine Harry, I’ve just got cramps that’s all, I just need to lie down for a bit” before he even had time to respond you were racing out of the door, undoing your tie, everything felt so claustrophobic.

You hunched over on the steps up to the common room, mind racing, body alight with want and need. Needing to be out of your clothes, needing to touch your engorged clit that was still pulsing desperate for release, even a bit of spit was dribbling down your chin as you seemed to be completely overwhelmed.

It was just as you audibly released a moan and did a strong hand wrap around your upper arm, tugging you a few more steps up and down a darkened corridor before tossing you into an abandoned classroom at the perfect time.

As the candles surrounding the room lit up, the door shutting and locking behind whoever had thrown you in here, was the exact moment that you came. Knees unable to support you anymore as you pulled off your underwear desperately hands cupping your sex as the pleasure was too much, your screams echoing around the stone walls.

The orgasm lasted longer than your usual ones and you were drained by the time the clenching had ceased, just about ready to slump onto the floor in front when an arm steadied your body, shifting you back against his hard chest.

“Careful Potter” he mumbled, sounding slightly breathless but not as much as you were.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, senses finally returning, knowing fully well that Draco was the one holding you up and that he had all the answers.

“Just an experiment of mine” he chuckled darkling, kissing just below your ear.

“Well, that hardly seems fair” you responded, turning on your knees, ignoring the ache that sparked through them from where you had fallen onto them only moments ago.

“When have I ever been fair, love?” he muttered, stroking his wand under your chin, tilting it further up before releasing it and directing it back towards your cunt, “play nice now Potter”.

He didn’t give you any chance to respond before allowing the spell to take effect once more but not nearly as intense, this time it just made your cunt clench, biting your lip as you watched him stand to his fall height, looking down at you on your knees in front of him.

Draco didn’t need to give you your next instruction as you all but jumped onto his belt, eagerly undoing it and pulling down his zipper, reaching into his underwear to reveal his already ragingly hard cock.

The Slytherin hissed as you were quick to toss him off, noting the precum already lubing him up before inching yourself closer. Opening your mouth wide, your tongue stuck out, licking his tip, savouring in the salty goodness before taking him deeper.

This was his favourite sight, seeing his cock disappearing between your lips, loving the way your eyes rolled back as it hit the back of your throat, the expert way in which you used your other two hands to squeeze the base and his balls. Especially when you moaned, the vibrations sending pleasuring waves through his member which is all where his spell idea came from, hoping to drive you so insane with lust that you were jumping on his cock.

Merlin, it worked well. Tilting his wand hand, your pleasure increased, the heat returning all over your body and you had to refrain from ripping your own clothes off, instead just focusing on pleasuring Draco, feeling your juices dribble from between your legs.

This was only doable for a few moments however as he only continued to increase the spells work, until you had to release the grip on his cock and start rubbing against your clit which was already overstimulated as it was and that seemed to be the magic touch to have you cuming again and again.

Your eyes were glazed over, thighs screaming from holding your position on your knees, pussy puffy and soaked to match the wet patch coating the floor, lips were also swollen from sucking Draco’s cock and he had to say, this was definitely his new favourite sight, you, completely cock-drunk.

He dropped his wand now, stopping all pleasure but the afterglow of so many orgasms was blissful, his hand now holding the back of your head, his balls tightening against his chin as you took him right to the back of your throat. A heartbeat later, his cum was coating your mouth, and you did well to swallow every drop, not wasting any of it.

Releasing his grip on the back of your head, he tucked his cock back away before dropping down onto his own knees, cradling your exhausted body against his. His long fingers gently stroked your cheek, giving you all the time you needed to recover before kissing you lightly on your temple and assisting you to your feet, knees impossibly unsteady.

“Better head back before people start wondering where you are” you nod, breathing him in for a moment, calming yourself before fixing your attire with the help of Draco who waved his wand, cleaning the patch on the floor and the sweat/juices over your legs, kissing you one last time before leaving first, checking the corridor was still empty.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 18

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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Despite only getting a few hours sleep, I feel energised throughout my shift. The memories of last night filter through my mind whenever I get a brief chance to slow down as I’m making coffees, heating pastries and cleaning tables. The night may not have gone exactly the way I’d hoped, and there are parts I wish happened differently, but the way he made me feel overpowers all of it. I try to keep myself from getting carried away, but for the first time in years I feel butterflies and like I have hope. 

I’m full of nervous energy as I practically skip back to my apartment and clean every inch. Despite him already seeing it in its normal chaotic state, I want to make a better impression tonight. While I’m still terrified to take any serious steps and make any promises, the light, weightless feeling of premature infaturation is intoxicating. Once I’m satisfied with the state of the apartment, I shower, change into a comfy but nice sweater and jeggings. I let my hair fall naturally over my shoulders and put on a light layer of lip gloss. I light the fireplace before leaning anxiously against the bench as I finally text Jensen.

HeyThis is me texting you when I finish work

You need a chance to rest or rehearse or anything?

Wasn’t the plan for us to do that together?

Just making sure You can change your mind, you know? If you’re too tired or too busy I understand

It’s just one more night, right?

If you’re sure I really want to see you, but I don’t want to overwhelm you

I’m ok, JensenI’d like to see you too

Alright, See you in 30? Any preferences for dinner? Or things I should avoid?

You’re not gonna get a Texan brisket in NYCSo, surprise me

Good thing I’ve had time to research

Almost an hour passes before I finally hear a knock. I stop pacing and rush across the well worn track to the door. I glance through the peephole before opening the door. 

“I am so sorry! I ran into some fans at the restaurant and I couldn’t get away. I should’ve send Clif in. I just-”

I pull him in for a hug. “I thought…” He wraps his arms around me. 

“You thought I was standing you up…I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you from the car.”

I pull back and pace back to the kitchen and lean against the counter. “No, that’s just me overreacting again. Things happen, you’re famous, I should just expect it.”

He places the take away bag on the counter and puts one of his hands over mine. “And why would you expect it? Life happens to everyone, but I don’t make a habit of being late. And it’s my fault for not texting.”

“You don’t owe me that. By my own fault, you’re not…we’re not…”

“With or without a label, we had plans. Plans that are now going cold. Let me make it up to you with…” he pulls out the cardboard take away containers out of the bag and opens them one at a time. 

I read the label on the lids. “Dallas Barbecue! You went all the way to Times Square? No wonder you got mobbed by fans!”

“You were missing home, and I know Dallas isn’t Houston, but we do Barbecue too. Now, whether the people here can do it well, the jury’s still out on that, but we’re gonna find out. We got a good selection to try. We’ve got baby back ribs, sirloin steak, roast chicken, crispy wings, a barbecue brisket burger, and because I’m a bit of a stickler for health food, salad and roast veggies.”

“This is way too much food, Jensen…”

“We get through what we can and you get the rest for tomorrow night. Budding actresses can’t be against leftovers.”

“I just can’t believe you got all this just because I was missing home.”

“It’s not just that. Texan food is the best. Let’s just hope they do it justice.” He picks up a wing. “Now help me eat this before it goes cold and we don’t get a good test.”

I sit beside him at the island bench and we both just eat straight from the containers. As we test each dish we critique it, but my opinions are likely skewed as it’s been so long since I’ve been home. Eventually he gets up to grab a knife from the knifeblock and cuts the burger in half. 

“Alright, it’s brisket time!” He says as he rubs his hands together. He hands me half before picking the other half up himself. “So far it’s been an alright substitute but this here is the real test.”

After packing the outstanding amount of leftovers away in airtight containers in the fridge we collapse on the couch feeling entirely full, bloated and satisfied. He stretches his arms out along the back of the couch as he spreads out. I can feel his fingers lightly tickling my shoulder and neck. I stretch my head to the opposite side to give him more access. 

“I’m glad you didn’t hold back tonight. You were matching bite for bite with me. That’s sexy. I don’t know many girls who can do that. Especially when it comes to a big Texan dinner like that.”

“There’s so much left…I feel so bloated.”

“It’s just been too long since you’ve been to Texas, but I’d say you did amazing. You can take the girl out of Texas…”

“I wanna go back, I do…But…”

“But you also wanna make it on Broadway? I was the same, with acting I mean. I loved Texas, I didn’t really want to leave, but I knew if I wanted to give acting a shot I had to go to LA. My dad gave me one year, otherwise I’d have to come home and go to college.”

“College boy, huh? What would you’ve studied?”

“Sports medicine. You ever consider studying?”

“I guess you could say I considered it…” I turn on the couch so I’m leaning against the armrest so I can look at him while we talk. I go to cross my legs but he pulls them over his thighs and runs his hands over my covered calves. I try to focus on what I was saying instead of the reawakened butterflies. “I’ve been taking acting classes, but I was also thinking about taking some psych and sociology classes this year. ”

“You been analysing me?”

I shake my head. “I mean part of the human condition is to form opinions and make judgements. But no, I haven’t decided or started yet.”

“I guess it will depend on the audition, right?”

“Yeah…”

Noticing me relaxing a little more, he slowly slips his fingers under the fabric of my socks to massage my skin. He watches me to gauge my reaction before continuing. While I’m distracted he asks, “What was the monolgue again?”

I almost recite it, but stop myself at the last second. “Nice try, Ackles.”

“You said you needed to practice. I might not have any official training, but I can give you notes as a friend and fellow actor.”

As he softly drags his thumb down over my instep I let out an involuntary sigh and bite my lip as the relaxation and tingling feeling runs up my legs to my core. The feeling instantly brings me to my senses and I try to pull my foot out out grip but he holds on. He hushes me as he continues to gently massage them. “It’s alright. Stay here with me. No walls. I won’t go any higher, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not-”

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s a foot rub, nothing more. I’m not…” He shakes his head as his hands still. “I said I’d wait for you and I meant it. It’s just…You were relaxing and opening up to me. It’s like you’ve got these automatic doors and they open up so briefly and then they slam shut on me. And I understand you need time. It’s just hard to resist when you give me the green light, no matter how brief, but I have no intention of taking advantage of you or making you feel uncomfortable.” He lifts his hands to let me make the next move.

I nod and make the conscious decision to try and relax and let him in. I don’t move my legs. I reach for the remote but don’t turn the TV on yet. “You don’t make me feel uncomfortable. The opposite actually. I just overthink. I get in my head and…”

“We all do sometimes. I think we need a embarrassment-free, stress-free safe word. Whenever you’re starting to get overwhelmed you say the word and I’ll stop, we take a breath. And I don’t just mean with physical stuff like now, on the phone, via text, anytime. If the conversation is too much, we change the subject or we discuss what’s going on in your head.”

I nod as I consider his suggestion. After a few moments of silence I say, “Brisket.”

“That’s my girl, how Texan of you. I love it. So, whenever you start to feel anything’s too much you just say brisket.”

“Thank you.”

“So, honestly…If I do this?” He rubs his hand over my calves down to my feet and rubs his fingers gently over the top of my feet and around over the instep. I let the feeling wash over me and relax. He smiles and continues when I don’t use the word. 

It’s almost midnight when the credits roll on the random movie we picked. Jensen turns off the TV and then, despite feeling guilty, crouches down beside me, and brushes my hair away from my face. He quietly says, “The movie’s finished, Darlin’”. I grumble out something unintelligible and scoot down the couch. “You should go to bed.” When I don’t move he gets up and looks around for a blanket. He finds one folded up in the corner, and he spreads it over my body. “Sleep well, Darlin’. I’ll try to come back and visit you soon.” He softly kisses the top of my head. “I’ll text you in the morning.” It takes all of his willpower to pull away and walk out the door not knowing when he’ll see me again.

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[kirabasai]

are there any good fics about unreliable narrator stalker obito? plese hlep

OH MY GOD u’re my first ever ask im SQUEALING okok give me a bit to actually take a look around ao3

ok one hour in i hav nothing yet but i DID find a consolation prize in Till The Dream Do Us Part. abt 1k words, rated t; its possessive obito making kakashi’s corpse a rinne doll. yes, really. ok back to searching

two hours and i’ve found a stalker obito pov fic. its a part of a series i think but i read it standalone and it seems fine without series context. if u just want stalker obito trying to fuck with kakashi this is it, i guess? sadly not unreliable narrator. cognitive dissonance. rated t. back to searching!

three hours and i’m a failed man. browsed about,, 120, 130 fics? across abt 7 tags that might have gotten me what we’re looking for. gona double check my bookmarks as well

ok that onky took me a bit because i apparently only have 50 fics bookmarked w obito as a character, this is honestly a trajedy, im a fake obito fan. i’m rlly sorry i couldn’t find anything!! i don’t normally do this because i Never finish writing anything, but as apology i’ll offer u some snippets of my take on unreliable narrator stalker obito for one of my wips under the cut.

one of the main things that inspired my take on stalker obito was this post my friend made abt how he's a freak. in addition, there's kamui blues where obito is pretty much openly a freak to kakashi and the earlier chapters where he doesnt really seem to hide the fact he's watching kakashi. and whatnot. yeah he's a fucking freak.

[thelittlediaperidol]

Hello! Do you post anywhere else? You post great content and seem so very genuine, but Tumblr has been so aggressive with their moderation.

I do! But I’m super careful on Tumblr these days because you can get banned whether you break the rules or not, is all about whether or not you’ve had a large amount of people report your post then it will get hidden and if that happens enough your account will get deleted….

so is important when using tags to not use ddlg tags or commonly searched words like “sexy gir” or anything that a large amount of vanilla people would be searching for because if you do a lot of those people get freaked out or weirded out and they will report the post even if there’s no rules broken. My first Tumblr reached just about 200,000 followers before it got deleted with no explanation and no way to appeal… so almost all of us, girls have back up tumblers, which is allowed, in case our mains get deleted, which happens pretty frequently, even though I’ve been in the top 10 a few times there are certain models that are basically untouchable for whatever reason, you will never see the ABbTumblr page get deleted, You will never see Apple or Faye’s account deleted As well as some of the other girls that have been doing this for like seven years or more. but 70% or more of our revenue comes through people that find us on Tumblr… so is a necessary evil in my opinion 🫠 thas why I’m a dumb drooly baby cuz dada take care of all that for me, we are a team 🥰. I think I’m probably one of the only girls that actually lives as a baby 24 seven. dada an I do have serious thoughts when buying a new home or car. I have never actually called him by his real name. I have always only called him, Dada or daddy hehe. but at this point I’ve been in diapers 24 seven for so long I have legitimately forgotten what it feels like to be potty trained or to have the ability to hold in number one or number two. is tha ultimate humiliation an dada always pulls my diaper band back to see if my diaper is dirty or not yet, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. no even though we carry around a diaper bag, powder, etc. and my stuffy We are very careful out in public to never expose our kink to anyone, but there have been a few accidents, like if I’m leaning over to grab something off the bottom shelf there has been times where my diaper is in full view, and when I turned around there is like 20 or more people looking! So that was utterly terrifying and humiliating, and I legitimately did not mean to do that tha diapers are so normal and natural to me at this point that I usually don’t even think about them. they have gotten to the point where there is many times where I haven’t even realized that I pooped my pants until dad walks in and announces it to me and whatever friend I’m with whether they are fellow models or not, all of my friends already know, and they’re OK with it, being off by your husband to have your poopy diaper changed oh, while your best friend knows exactly what you just did is so incredibly humiliating being humiliated like that is one of my biggest turn ons… you have to be so careful to be respectful of our community and of our friends so I’ve had talked with all my friends and asked if it’s OK that this an dada leading by tha arm to a handicap bathroom and then bring me back, fresh and clean, usually with a bottle in my hand. I always ask my friends if they want to try and it’s rare that they say yes, which is perfectly OK! But every now and then one of them is curious and they want to try wearing a diaper and sucking on the pacifier when we play video games…i can tell some of them want to try so badly but they’re way too embarrassed to admit it but a few of them have played mommies in the videos with me or mistaken babysitters, that somehow went to the wrong house and think I’m the toddler that needs to be babysitted regardless of how much I protest or beg! but we never suddenly spring this, on any of our friends ever, we usually write a script, tell them what I do for a living, if they have any sign of interest, they tell them more, and I invite them to join in and some capacity if they would like to, but never pressure, always all about consent, Then, even before I considered myself, an ABDL i really should have been in diapers because of always had a very weak bladder that led to many many embarrassing accidents over the years…

but this is the life I wanted to live and it genuinely makes me happy and we make a good living doing this. Of course, every single person in my life, including all of my family members and extended family members no now thanks to a nasty cousin of mine, telling everyone… happened a long time ago and it doesn’t bother me anymore except for the fact that my girl cousins that are my age know that I’m wearing a messy diaper when a Thanksgiving dinner and they know when I get pulled to the side by daddy what’s going on (mega red cheeks).

Never wanted to involve my family in any capacity whatsoever, but we were forced to and I didn’t lie about it. I just said that I need them and this is just how it is now….

Littlediaperidol #babygurl #I needmydiapers

ab_dl

[runnning-outof-time]

Don’t Turn Into Them | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tensions escalate when (Y/N)'s worry of Tommy becoming something he's not gets miscommunicated and blown out of proportions.

Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3644

A/N: bit of a disclaimer, I’m not the best at writing arguments…I also wanted to pick a fight about something that isn’t one of the normal topics. With that being said, I hope this makes sense. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: I’m adding this in late because I completely forgot to give a big thank you to @thesoldiersminute for making this gif for the story. Idk what I’d do without your amazing talents.

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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Everyone was in high spirits as the poll master read out the votes. Tommy won the open seat in Parliament by a landslide, as was expected. (Y/N) slipped out of the main polling area just before pandemonium erupted. She knew that her six month old daughter, Ruby, wouldn't react well to the excitement, so she wanted to get as far away from it as possible.

She stood on the landing of the steps with Ruby in her arms and waited for her husband and his family to emerge after all of the well-wishes and procedural things were finished. She couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief as she got away from the crowd.

There was such an uneasy feeling surrounding the other men in the room; the men that Tommy would now be working with given that they were politicians as well. They all wore smiles and chatted as if they'd been friends for the majority of each other's lives, but (Y/N) knew that it was fake; that they were only doing that so that they could advance their own agenda when it came down to it. The fact that Tommy was one of them now worried her...she didn't want to see him turn into one of them.

These worrisome thoughts were pushed aside when the two men standing guard opened the doors and Tommy became visible. His eyes locked onto (Y/N) and Ruby immediately, and he couldn't stop the smile that formed on his face as he accepted his gun back from one of the men. His family filed out behind him as he tucked the firearm back into its spot in the holster under his coat. Tommy didn't stop for the people shouting about taking photographs, and instead he kept his eyes locked onto his wife as he walked down the steps.

"I didn't see you in there at the end, love," he whispered as he stopped in front of her.

"Had to get out...Ruby would have freaked," she answered, smiling at him. Tommy noticed that it didn't quite reach her eyes. Something seemed to be bothering her.

"Lemme see her," he said, his eyes focused on Ruby as he reached out for her; his smile widening. "Come 'ere, Ruby girl," he spoke to the child, who happily reached out for her father and let him take her into his arms. He lifted her in the air, smiling widely as she cooed with excitement, her smile matching his. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy interact with their daughter.

"Mumma," Charlie, their four year old son, called out, making her look from Tommy and Ruby to the boy.

"Come here, Charlie," she called him over, reaching her hand out for him. Upon seeing this, he happily let go of Polly's hand to make his way over to the rest of his family.

Cameras were going off like crazy now, and (Y/N) tried her best not to bother with them. Tommy didn't seem to care as he brought Ruby down to rest on his hip. She felt like she needed to be more like him at the moment. But she couldn't seem to shake the incessant pestering coming from the people behind the flashes. "Didn't get my kiss yet," Tommy's whispered words brought her out of her thoughts, making her look over at him again. His smile made her smile as she leaned in and kissed his lips quickly.

"Mr. Shelby! Mr. Shelby, look over here!" one of the photographers called out after Tommy and (Y/N) pulled back to look at each other again.

He gave her a look, as if to ask her if she was ok with it, and she nodded before turning slightly to face the people calling for them. She placed her one hand on Charlie's shoulder and her other on Ruby’s back as she smiled for the picture with Tommy by her side.

The family then came to join in on the picture, filling in around Tommy, (Y/N) and their children. After several flashes, Arthur stepped forward and began waving his arms. "Alright, alright! You've got enough photos to go around now!" he called out as he continued with his attempts of clearing the photographers away from the steps. Everyone followed him once the path was cleared, and made their way out to the waiting cars that would take them to the ball that was being held in Tommy's honor.

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"Mr. Shelby, congratulations," Frances said with a smile as she opened the door to greet the family that she worked for.

"Thank you, Frances," Tommy smiled at the older woman as he allowed her to help him out of his coat. He'd had a long day and was ready to unwind with some whiskey in his office.

"Frances, would you take the children up to bed?" (Y/N) asked as Frances helped her out of her coat while Ruby stayed sleeping in her arms.

"I can, Mrs. Shelby," France nodded after putting their coats in the front closet. She then accepted Ruby from (Y/N)'s arms and placed her comfortably on her hip.

"Goodnight, Charles," (Y/N) smiled down at her sleepy son, ruffling his hair as he smiled back up at her.

"Come on, Charlie," France said softly, her hand falling to his shoulder as she ushered him to the steps so that they could go up to his room.

(Y/N) watched her children until they disappeared down the hallway before she turned to look at Tommy. It surprised her slightly that he was still there. "I'm going to the reading room," she told him, a dismissive tone in her voice.

Tommy furrowed his brows at his wife, confused by the sudden shift in the tone she was using. She seemed so upbeat the entire night, but now she was acting like she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. He couldn't let her get away without saying something about it.

"Something wrong?" he decided to stay simple with the question, an inquisitive tone present in his voice.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" (Y/N) spun around to face him, a glare on her face.

Her response made him even more confused, "yes, I would...that's why I'm asking," he pointed out.

She huffed at his answer. What he thought was a straight-forward response, she perceived as sarcastic. "You've not noticed at all this entire night?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised.

"Noticed what?" he still had not a clue what she was getting at.

"See that's the problem!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she threw her arms up, "you let it go; you don't notice things until they're about to blow up in your face!"

Tommy dropped his gaze to the floor, running a hand over his face before he looked up again. "Would you please just tell me what the fuck you're trying to get at here, (Y/N)?!" he explicitly asked for her to explain herself, his voice raising to meet hers now.

"It's right in front of your face...it's practically screaming at you!" she raised her voice even more, showing him that she was still in control. "I can't believe that you're too blind to see what's going on," she then bit on her lip, her emotions starting to mix in with the adrenaline she was feeling. She was always an angry crier...tears were expected to fall no matter how hard she tried to keep them back.

"What's going on?" he held his confused stance, and that seemed to infuriate (Y/N) even more.

"Just stop, Tommy!" she exclaimed, feeling like she wanted to pull her hair out. She felt like he was backing her towards the edge of a cliff, and she had no choice but to fight back or else she'd fall off.

"Stop what?"

"That! This act! You're questioning…everything you're doing right now, just stop it!" the only thing keeping (Y/N) from full-blown screaming at this point was the fact that the kids were upstairs.

"You know, if you're looking for a fight..."

"I'm not looking for a fight," she was quick to cut him off, leveling her voice once more.

"Then what the hell is this?" Tommy's eyes were wide and serious.

"I don't like what you're doing, Tommy!" (Y/N) blurted just about the second after he finished speaking. It was one of those utterances where she closed her eyes as she said the words as loud as she could; hoping that her doing so would make him forget what he was going to say in response.

Tommy paused after her admission, which meant that her plan was working. He blinked a few times, staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. "What?" he finally asked, his voice low now, noticing the stark drop in intensity after she said what she needed to.

"I don't like that you've been elected to serve in Parliament. I don't like that you've accepted that seat. I don't like that you're going to be rubbing elbows with those back-stabbing bastards..." she paused, her eyes locked onto his. She was ready to continue her monologue after a deep breath, "I don't like how you're going to learn how to play their game, where you say one thing to someone at one point and then turn your back and go completely against them the next. I don't like that you're going to be one of them," her volume had escalated slightly as she finished her statement, her emotions so obviously running high.

"I...I don't understand what you're trying to get at here," Tommy still had a hard time seeing the reasons behind her worry-driven, angry outbursts.

"Of course you don't," (Y/N) sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor as she shook her head.

"Well then fucking explain it to me so that I can understand it!" Tommy raised his voice once more. The fact that she was so quickly putting him off while speaking in veiled statements irritated him, and he was to the point where he couldn't continue anymore.

"These men are the worst of their kind...don't you see that?!" (Y/N) answered him like it was the most obvious thing in the world...well to her it was. "They're the worst of their kind and somehow they managed to sneak their way into these positions of power where they get to say how the people who have nothing should live. They get to play God and give ultimatums and use these helpless people like they're fucking chess pawns in their grand scheme," she kept her eyes locked with Tommy's as she spoke, hoping he'd recognize how terribly she felt about his choice.

"That's why I've taken this position," instead of recognizing, he insisted that there was a reason behind him doing this.

"To join them?!" (Y/N) asked incredulously.

"No, not to fucking join them," Tommy shut down her statement, "I aim to tear them down from the fucking inside. People like Mosley, and fucking Riggs...it's easy to get them to think that I'd stand with their bullshit, but I'm not going to," he then explained what his reason behind this move was.

(Y/N) wasn't pleased with his answer. She couldn't help but snort when she heard it. She shuddered at the mention of Stephan Riggs’ name…he was one of the fakest men in politics, and (Y/N) couldn’t bear to watch him act like he cared only to do what solely benefited him when it came down to it. "You say that now, but then you'll be singing like a fucking canary for them on the floor," she finally said, her words coming out with a tone of disgust laced into them.

"You think that I'd be their pawn?" Tommy raised his eyebrows.

"Yes I do," (Y/N) doubled-down on her statement.

"And why is that?" Tommy asked, incredulousness present in his voice. He waited a moment for her response, but continued when he got none. "Eh? Why do you all of a sudden not have any trust or faith in what I'm doing?" There was another pause with no response. It felt like his blood was starting to boil now. "Fucking tell me, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, finally letting the pent up emotion out.

"Because you'll be good at playing their game!" she was now ready with a response the second he stopped talking, "you'll be good at the game, and who's to say that you won't start buying into and believing the shit that they're trying to shove down the throats of the unsuspecting people who will then have no choice but to follow along with it. These bastards are evil, Tommy. They'll hurt innocent people and I won't have you joining in on it." she ended when her voice wavered, finally showing that she was holding back all of these overwhelming emotions. She hated it, and she tried to keep a steely gaze on Tommy as she waited for his response.

"These bastards are gonna do it anyway," he insisted, his voice dire as he kept his eyes locked on hers, "I'm putting myself in there to try and stop it."

"All feats start out with good intentions," she reminded him.

"You must not know who the fuck I am then," he disagreed with her.

"I guess I don't..." she trailed off.

Tommy didn't know what to say in response to her statement. He blinked a few times and pursed his lips together, hoping that these extra few silent seconds would reward him with the right words. But they didn't. He pressed against his temples with his thumb and middle fingers before he shook his head and exhaled a sigh. "I'll be in my office," he told her then, a dismissive tone now in his voice. He then walked past her to the steps and began walking up them.

"What about your family, Tommy?!" (Y/N) called after him, unhappy that he was walking away instead of continuing to talk to her; to sort this out. She still felt like she was fuming. She couldn't believe that he didn't consider what his family would have thought about this. "What about Ruby and Charlie? What about me?" she continued when she didn't get a response from him, desperation present in her voice.

Tommy kept walking up the stairs, and her anger was rising with each step he took. She added more onto her statement after a few more silent moments passed, "you always say that you think of us when you make decisions such as this, but I can't seem to recognize where we fall into it this time."

This statement got Tommy to stop. He was at the top of the stairs at this point. He looked down at (Y/N), who now looked absolutely wrecked by everything that had been said between them, before glancing down at the floor. "Nothing good's going to come of this if we continue," he told her then, his dismissive tone still present.

"Then go," (Y/N) told him, biting back her tears that were now threatening to fall, "go to your fucking office and drink your fucking whiskey and forget about what I even said," she told him, her words dripping with venom.

Tommy looked at her one last time before he turned and began walking down the hall to his office. (Y/N) let out a shudder of a sigh, finally letting her tears fall before she turned and walked into the front room. She decided that she would sit in there for some time before going up to her room for the night.

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It wasn't until much later in the evening that Tommy finally entered the master bedroom. (Y/N) was still awake, sitting up on her side of the bed while reading a book. She glanced over at him as the door shut before focusing back on her book. Tommy didn't say anything either, instead focusing on getting himself undressed and ready for bed.

(Y/N) tried to continue reading her book until she couldn't anymore, finding herself more focused on her husband's night time routine than the words on the page. He remained oblivious to her watching until he happened to catch her eyes in the vanity's mirror while he was placing his pocket watch down.

Instead of joining her in bed, he sat down on the vanity's bench and picked a cigarette out of his tin. (Y/N) placed her book next to her before she slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up completely. She watched Tommy for a few moments as he quietly smoked before finally standing up and making her way over to him.

She sat down on the empty space of the bench and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind so that she was able to lean against his back. Neither said anything as they sat there. (Y/N) was content with feeling his warmth and breathing in his scent.

Then Tommy spoke up: "I'll turn down the seat in Parliament if it's what you want," he told her. There was a hint of a conceding tone in his voice that she picked up on. She also didn't miss the fact that it sounded like he was saying this reluctantly.

His surrender caught her off guard, and it made her sit up straight again as she came to grips with it. "Why such a sudden change?" she asked him, having an inkling of the reason behind it...she wanted to hear it from him though.

"You've voiced your concern about me doing it," he answered her, discarding his cigarette in the ashtray on the vanity before he turned to face her, "I can't be doing something that my wife doesn't like."

(Y/N) had to stifle her giggle as she heard the second part of his statement. "This wouldn't be the first time you've done something I don't like, Tommy Shelby," she reminded him, smiling slightly as she spoke.

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her words. "I know...I'm guilty of that," he admitted his defeat, "but this time seemed different. You've never been that quick to express your distaste in the past," he pointed out.

"I didn't think you'd listen," she said then, trying to keep her happiness pushed down. Right now she was feeling like a child who was told they could stay up past their bedtime.

"Figured it's time I'd changed that," he told her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked her in the eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face as he said those words. She reached out and grabbed his face, her hands resting against his cheeks as she pulled him closer to her. "Thank you, Tommy," she breathed, her forehead resting against his briefly before she leaned in and kissed his lips.

"You're welcome, love," he answered her in a similar tone before he kissed her again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck when they pulled away, and she leaned herself against his chest so that she could tuck her face into the crook of his neck. Tommy accepted the embrace and fastened his hands to her waist so that he could hold her tight against his body.

They sat silently in that position for some time, both comfortable against each other after talking through their previous argument. It was like a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.

(Y/N) was the one to break the silence this time as she finally pulled away from Tommy's chest. She looked at him for a few moments, searching his eyes before she said what was on her mind: "I think you should keep the job, Tommy," she told him, her words making him furrow his eyebrows.

"Keep the job?" he asked her, like he was checking to see if he heard correctly.

"Yes," she nodded.

"I thought you didn't want me working with those men," he pointed out, harking back to the major point she'd made in their previous argument.

"I don't," she started off, making her stance on that point starkly clear. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows again, but let her continue, "I don't want you working with those men, but at the same time, I recognize the amount of good that you could do for the people of Birmingham if you keep that position. The people of that city need someone like you representing them...you’re one of them. You’re not one of those inconsiderate politicians who’ll run over anyone they could in order to make a gain. All I ask is that you don’t turn into them when you take this position.”

“I won’t,” Tommy’s answer to her ask was quick and spoken definitively, “you have my word, love.”

(Y/N) smiled as she heard his promise. “Good,” she said, taking hold of his cheeks so that she could kiss him again, her smile still present as her lips pressed against his. “We’ve had a long day…let’s go to bed,” she said once they pulled away.

A grin formed on Tommy’s face as his eyes matched hers. (Y/N) got butterflies in her stomach just from the look he was giving her. She knew what would leave his lips next. “I’ll go to bed with you, but I have no intentions of sleeping just yet,” he told her as he stood from the bench. He grabbed hold of her waist, making her shriek as she stood up with him. He then began peppering kisses across her skin, making her giggle as he led her over to their bed.

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heya, I’m Blake (they/them). ‘m an ace trainer from Galar, and- well- an ex-champion so if you recognize me that’s probably why. or maybe from the two disasters I helped stop-

anyways! I’ve done a bit of traveling these last few years, I’ve been to the isle of armor, crown tundra, and Kalos. but right now I’m back in my home region Unova for. college I Guess. I’m not super happy about it but whatever grr

this here’s my ace, Kappa. best Inteleon in the world <33

my current team bc update I ran away from the shitty college that didn’t let me have pokemon with me (don’t ask):

-King (F Servine)

-Cordelia (F Panpour)

-Beau (M Woobat)

other 'mons:

-Kappa (M Inteleon)

-Go-Go (F Coalossal)

-Lancelot (M Sirfetch’d)

-Jeanne (F Corviknight)

-Charlie (M Boltund)

-Venom (M Toxtricity)

-Red (M Delphox)

-Basil (M Sylveon)

-Granite (M Tyrantrum)

-Ryu (M Lucario)

-Verde (M Venusaur)

-Stardust (M Meowstic)

-Blister (F Charizard)

-Tulip (F Venusaur)

-Snart (F UD Archen)

-Athena (F Urshifu)

-Tater (F Flapple)

-Potato (M Galarian Slowpoke)

-Audun (M Flygon)

-Zuzu (F Dragapult)

-Azi (F Dreepy)

-Shiverbolt (Arctozolt)

-Alto (M Grookey)

-Oran (M Munchlax)

-Fwoofy (Cosmog)

-Stormy (M Sobble)

-Dewdrop (M Sobble)

-Nessa Jr. (F Sobble)

-Bubble (M Sobble)

-Neptune (F Sobble)

-Flick (F Vivillon)

-Snooze (M Snorlax)

-Pecha (F Grookey X Fomantis hybrid)

-Galahad (M Skarmory)

-Spark (M Galvantula ✨)

uhhh what are some other things about me. well besides pokemon training I enjoy drawing, martial arts, and camping! might post my doodles here from time to time. if I get the chance to go camping I’ll probably post vlogs about that too.

that’s about all you need to know I guess! feel free to shoot me an ask or message whenever you want

update: apparently I have that dog in me. and by that I mean I’m a therian. midday lycanroc most likely

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Tag Directory:

#blake post - ic posts made by Blake

#blake rb - ic reblogs from Blake

#doodle tag - for either ic art by Blake or ooc art by mod (usually the former)

#ooc post - mod post

#blake plays hollow knight - literally just me livebloggging my first playthrough of hollow knight but as Blake

#wolf tag - blake posting stuff about their theriotype (rockruff/lycanroc)

#non-canon post - what it says on the tin. mostly for sillyposting

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CURRENT ARC: Facets of Truth Arc

Summary: After a slight mishap, Blake finds themself on a spur of the moment journey around the Unova region.

Truth and ideals collide. Balance is put to the test. What outcome will this new formula present?

Tag: #facets of truth arc

Warnings: N/A (for now)

Mini Arc: N/A

Previous Arcs: #MMM: Rival Swap!

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//OOC

hiii Wren here! so this is basically a fresh restart of @pinkhairandpokemon. I decided it would be fun to start at the beginning of their Unova arc this time around. they’re 18 here, and just starting the main story of pokemon black!

I just got kinda… unmotivated to run their old blog anymore?? so I decided it was time for a refresh. SUPER excited to rp as this version of them

this Blake is probably going to be more… standoffish? I guess? not all-out mean but they’re kind of bitchier in this arc of their story (tbf they deserve to be after the shit they went through-) so while they’ll typically be chill in normal interactions they might be like. be a bit more snarky. I’m always scared of being too mean when I rp so please let me know if I need to tone it down!! ;w;

they’ll also probably be a little more discreet about being a chosen. for now anyway :3c they’ll still talk a bit about it but they won’t go super in detail about their powers

mod is 21, and follows from @scrappyscales, but if you need to contact me OOC go to @xgoldenlatiasx

Magic Anons: On (within reason, and I might not reply to them immediately)

Pelipper Mail/Malice: On

Musharna Mail: On

Union Circle: On

Askbox: Open

(IC hate anons are ok)

I think that’s everything but if you need me to specify if anything else is on lmk.

their old blog will be kept up for archival purposes if anyone still wants to check it out!

[zombiiegrr]

Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)

a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.

word count : 3130

honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)

cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates

Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky

i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!

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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.

Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”

Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.

Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.

You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.

A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.

“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell

“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.

"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.

"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.

“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint

"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.

"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.

"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.

You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.

you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!

the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.

You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.

“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.

“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.

It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.

“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.

Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.

“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.

“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?

Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.

As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.

“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.

“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”

“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though

When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed

“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .

“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.

“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys

Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr

about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)

“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car

“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.

“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”

you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”

“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.

“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.

You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.

“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.

While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”

“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”

for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.

“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-

“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card

He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.

“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.

“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat

“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you

“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.

“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.

“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.

“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely

until next time sweetheart.

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Cross-Checked - Chapter 4

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...

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Chapter 4 ~ Being Captain Sucks ~ Andy 

The last eight weeks have been the worst and best weeks of my life. Dealing with betrayal and heartbreak is the worst.  Or so I thought. When I invited Leia to come live with me, I didn’t think it would be torturous.  Do you know what women sleep in when they aren’t your girlfriend? A shirt and what must be the tiniest shorts known to man. It's taken everything to hide the hard-on I get when I see her every morning.  Thank fuck we have separate hotel rooms, or my cock would never get a break.  

Don’t get me wrong.  I fucking love that she lives with me and I get to see what I get to see. I just wish I could see it as her man.  

I’m whipped for this girl and I don’t even have her.  

Boarding the plane to California should have been simple. I helped Luke with Leia’s bag and then chatted as we climbed in. Normal. Except when our backup goalie, Jeremy Swayman stops to chat with Leia. She is smiling but looks confused. She must know that all the single guys on the team are aware of the change in status for her. As much as I love Luke, i wanted to strangle him for spilling those beans.  

I see Stella get on board and sigh in relief when Leia spots her and dismisses Swayman.  She looked over at me and I quickly changed my face to a smile. When she turns back around, I glare at Swayman.  

“You ok man? You look like you want to punch something,” Luke says as he pulls out his headphones.  

Fuck, i don’t need him to be losing his shit. “Yeah, just got a message from Fiona. Claiming she didn’t get everything.”  

“Like what?” 

“Who the fuck knows man. She’s insane.” Luke grunts in agreement and a crisis is averted. I sit back but keep my eyes on Leia.  At some point, i snoozed but then jerk awake when we hit turbulence.  I see Leia is in her seat, her head on Stella’s shoulder and I assume she’s asleep.  Well, at least I can rest now.  

When we touch down in San Jose, all of the guys want to hit the hotel bar for a quick drink to relax after the flight.  Luke had invited the girls but they declined and headed up. Leia gives her brother a kiss on the cheek and a hug, gives me a hug and waves to the other guys.  All of them say bye, Swayman’s eyes linger as she walks away.  I grind my teeth in an effort to keep my mouth shut.  

Yes, ok, I have the caveman mentality that Leia is mine, even if she’s not. She’s a beauty with long dark honey colored hair and green eyes that look like emeralds. She petite but her curves are the stuff women dream about. My dreams have been about my hands on those curves. I shake my head and return to the conversations around me.  

“So Andrews, what is going on with your sister?” Swayman asks. I’m on instant alert. 

Luke wrinkles his eyebrows.  “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she’s single now.”  

Luke’s face became hard. “Yes, and she’s going to stay that way for a while.”  

I love my best friend. 

“But she lives with Barber.” he points out.  

Ah fuck.  

Luke looks at me and I shrug, having no idea where this is headed. “So what? Is that a problem?” 

Jeremy looks from me to Luke and back before saying, “never mind. All I was saying is that I would like to ask her out.”  

No, fuck no.  This can’t be happening.  

Luke smiled. “Sure, ask her out.  I would love to see the teardown she gives you.” He laughs and I laugh with him.  But I know Jeremy Swayman is a handsome guy that would be totally Leia’s type. I’m going to have to talk to her to make sure she says no.  

I woke up the next morning, irritated to all hell at everyone and everything.  I know it's because of the turn of events yesterday with Jeremy but I need to not dwell on that. We have a game tonight and I need to focus.  But first, I need to tackle the hunger I am feeling.  I headed into the hotel cafe and saw two of my favorite people already sitting down.  At least I can sit next to Leia and enjoy the smell of her shampoo and perfume combo that make me ecstatic.  

As I approach the table, I can see that Leia’s eyes are red-rimmed. I frown and worry that douchebag Bret had reached out. I make it over in time to hear, “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Andy.” 

“Tell me what?” Leia jumps at the sound of my voice and knocks a knee into the table. “Are you ok?”  

“I’m fine,” she groaned. “Son of a bitch, that hurt.” She rubs her right knee.  I made her scoot over and I rubbed her knee. She sighs a little and then jolts as if she remembered something.  

“Now that I have cured your knee, what’s going on? What is it you aren’t sure how to tell me?” I smile at her as I throw my arm behind her.  

“Nothing, it's nothing. I just..”. she hesitates for a second. “It's just, I wasn’t sure if you knew what Jeremy’s deal was. He’s been acting weird, and I wasn’t sure if you knew, and I didn’t know how to ask. I mean, I can’t ask my brother, or he’ll assume shit and...” 

“Princess, take a breath,” I tell her, cutting her off.  She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Ok, yes, Jeremy was asking to confirm if you are single. Luke told him he could ask because he thought you would turn him down.” I give her shoulder a squeeze. A warning, if you will, so she knows I want her to say no.  

“Oh,” she chews her bottom lip. “I mean, if I was in the right head space, I would probably say yes but I just have a lot going on with the business and work.” She nudges me, “you know right? I wouldn’t be able to give myself 100% to someone else and that’s not fair.”  

God is smiling down on me today. I give her my million-watt smile. “Of course, Princess. And if anyone else doesn’t understand that, then they don’t deserve you.”  

“Thanks Andy.” She smiles and leans her head on my shoulders. It's something so natural to us. But when I look around the restaurant, I see Swayman staring at us, and I can’t help but let my trademark smirk fly.  

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 0 

We finished the road trip on a high with a win in Vancouver. Ten days along the West Coast was hard enough but dealing with Swayman as he threw daggers at me was tougher. We had to be a team on the ice but that didn’t mean we weren’t rivals off it.  I didn’t treat Leia any differently than before but just doing that pissed Swayman off.  

“You should talk to Swayman,” Luke said as we boarded the plane back to Boston.  

“Why?” Playing dumb had been my saving grace this trip.  

“Because something is wrong with him and it's messing with his head.” Luke turned to look at something behind him, but I didn’t. No need to draw attention that I wanted to avoid.  

“He won both of his games,” I pointed out.  

“Because the rest of the team was pulling more than their weight.  Andy,” he sighed, “you have to talk to him.  You’re the captain.”  

I sighed in frustration.  “Fine. I’ll talk to him once we are in the air.”  I took my seat and pulled out my headphones.  I watched Leia get on board and sit with Stella as normal. My girl looked a little pale, probably from lack of sleep.  Sleeping in hotel rooms night after night is not as glamourous as people think it is.  Some beds are just down right awful. Except the one where I had Leia in my arms.  That douche Bret had called her drunk while we were in Seattle. She didn’t want to tell her brother, so she cried in my arms. I rarely see Leia cry anymore. She tries to act tough, like a business owner.  But for some reason, Bret really got to her and that just made me want to pummel the shit out of him.  

The thoughts of a crying Leia kept me distracted for about an hour.  Then Luke nudged me and cocked his head toward Swayman.  Fuck, I did not what to do this but when I agreed to be captain, I knew this would come with the territory.  I walked down the aisle and patted Ullmark on the shoulder.  He looked up and nodded, giving up his seat next to Swayman.  

Jeremy was looking out the window, book in his lap. I checked the title. “Stop Over Thinking” Well, if there was ever a book I needed Leia to read, it was that one. I sighed.  “Can we talk, Swayman?” 

“Got nothing to say.” He’s tone was bland.  He wasn’t upset or angry.  Just resigned. That’s good, I guess.  Good for my chances with Leia but not good if he wanted to keep our season going.  

“Are you sure? Because when my assistant captains and goaltenders tell me I have to talk to one of my teammates, I think it's something serious.”  I turned and look at him.  “Talk to me.”  

“I can’t.”  

“Why not?” 

“Because it's about you.”  He finally looked at me and I could see the fury behind his eyes.  He was holding back.  That’s a good thing on a plane.  But bad for his mental health.  I’m a firm believer in taking care of the body and the mind. A full rounded healthy person is better than one who is physically fine but mentally shitting the bricks.  

“So, tell me as if you’re not telling me.  Talk to me like I’m your best friend, listening to whatever crap is going on inside your head.  I don’t care if you say shit about me right now.  You have five minutes of free hits to me.”  

Jeremy studied me to see if I was joking.  I wasn’t. I knew he needed to get it out before he exploded everywhere.  “I like her, and you are just in the way.  She’s your best friend but I can’t help but think there is something more going on.  And its killing me because I’ve liked her for so long. She was with that pansy boy for forever and I finally get the courage to say something to her and, she...” he sighed “...she was just all over you.  And then I feel like a dick because I told her that I wanted to get a drink but then avoided her the rest of the trip.”  

Ah fuck. Why did I let him get five minutes in? Now I'm feeling guilty that I made him feel like he wasn’t worth it. It didn’t mean I didn’t want him to stay away from my girl, but I should at least let her let him down gently.  “Look man, she got a call from her ex, and he was a dickweasel to her. She needed to cry, and she can’t exactly go to her brother for fear of him going nuclear.” His eyes opened in surprise. But I said my piece.  “She’s feeling better and if you hurt her, we are going to have so many problems.  Yes, she’s my best friend but I don’t think she sees me any differently.”  

“So, I can...” 

I swallowed what felt like cotton in my throat. “Just be careful, ok?  She doesn’t need the drama.”  

Jeremy nodded and studied me again. “Thanks Captain.”  

I patted his shoulder and got up to go back to my seat. As Ullman moved back to his seat, I saw Leia getting up to go to the bathroom and my heart clenched. All I could hope for now is that she saw me, really saw me and she chose me in the end.  

But if Swayman was what she wanted, I would support her every day.  

Even if it killed me.  

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 1 

Its around 4 AM when we touched down in Boston.  Leia is fast asleep in her seat, clutching her stuffed cow that she carries when she gets nervous.  I gave it to her a few years ago when I won it at a fair. She named the damn thing “Sebastian.”  Why, you ask?  Because of some stupid Sebastian Stan video about what the moo cow says.  I chuckle as I look at her. She’s still mine and Luke’s baby girl.  I bend over to pick her up in my arms and move careful off the plane.  

Luke looks up surprised when he sees me in her arms.  “What the...” 

“Shh,” I told him.  “She looked pale when she boarded so I didn’t want to wake her.  Just help me get her to the car.” I move quickly but softly to my SUV and place her into the seat and strap her in. Luke loads our bag. 

“You got her?” he asks me. I nod and he kisses her forehead, frowns and closes her door.  

“Yeah, i got her.  Just gonna get her into bed.”  

“Yeah, I would get some ibprofen ready for her.  She feels like she’s running a little bit of a fever.”  He gives me a hug and heads over to where Miranda is waiting for him.  I smile at that.  It would be nice to have my woman waiting for me when I got home from a long trip.  I sigh and walk over to the driver side, nodding at Jeremy as he walks by.  I climb in and head to our home.  

Leia’s still dead to the world when I take her in. I get her under the covers, chuckle at that stupid cow and put it into her arms.  I kiss her forehead, feeling how warm she is. “Love you Princess,” I whisper when I leave water and pills by her bed. My heart still hurts from my conversation with Jeremy, so I linger in her room. I stare at the woman who has stolen my heart.  I just want her to choose me.  But I guess I would have to throw my hat in the ring first.  I resolved to talk to her in the morning.  

I wake up to the sounds of someone throwing up. Groaning, I know its Leia. She must have the stomach flu.   I scrub my face of sleep before i get up to check on her.  “Princess?” 

“Go away, Andy.”  

I frown as I hear her retch again and I try the door. “Leia, let me in.”  

I hear her whimper and then a soft “no,” followed by more retching.   

I bang on the door, “Leighton!” I grabbed a hair pin and jimmy the lock.  I see Leia throwing up again and I grab her hair to keep it out of the way and rub her back.  “Ok, baby, I got you.” I stay there until she leans back into me.  “Leia, you are burning up.” I move to pick her up, but she stops me.  

“What are you doing?” 

“Taking you to the doctor.” I move to pick her up again, but she wiggles out of my grasp.  “Leighton...” 

“I don’t need to go to the doctors, Andy. I know what’s wrong.” She can’t look at me and now I’m concerned.  

I brushed a sweaty stand of hair away from her eyes. “Are you ok?” 

“Yes, no... yes, fuck I don’t know.”  She puts her head into my neck to hide as I hold her tight.  

“What’s going on Princess?” She looks at me with the most broken face I’ve ever seen.  More than when I accidently decapitated her barbie, when she broke her ankle after falling out of the tree house.  The last time I had seen her like this was when her father died. “You’re scaring me, Leia.”  

She pulled her head up and looked at me straight, eyes red rimmed, fear laced in her beautiful irises.  

“Andy, I’m pregnant.” 

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