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

[tonguetyd]

MetalMuseMedia might be trying to kill us

[fappellmoan]

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.”

…

“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?”

dwb! matt masterlist

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[pinkpoweredpunk]

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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 Swoobat)

-Phaedra (F Krokorok)

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

🍃 post- posts made by King

boo post- posts made by their Yamask, Boo

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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!

[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.

[anyamaris]

Consequences

Word Count-3592

Summary-After waking from a horrible nightmare, you reach out to your friend. When he shows up, he offers a different kind of comfort that could change things forever.

Pairing- BFF!Yeosang x Fem!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, sexual language, dirty talk, talk of nightmares, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), creampie, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @pyeonghongrie-main @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou

As always, thank you to @cafekitsune for use of the beautiful dividers!!!!

A/N-This started as a comfort fic...and well...as my Yeosang fics normally go, they become something else. It's a bit different than I originally intended and I'm a bit nervous posting this one...and I have no real reason why I feel that way so. Yeah. Love you all thank you for reading! 🤍💜🤍

“No…no! NO!” you scream, sitting upright in your bed, your heart pounding like mad.  Your hair is plastered to your forehead and you’re breathing like you’ve been running.  Immediately reaching out for your phone, you press your fist to your chest to try to get yourself under control.  

The nightmares had been bad lately and this one was extremely vivid.  You feel the tears streaming down your face as your panic and fear subside into the stark reality that it was not real.  Once the fight or flight ebbs out of your system, you’re wracked with exhaustion and relief mixed with the terrifying memories.  Fake memories, but memories nonetheless.  Without thinking, you open your phone and text your best friend.

You- Yeosang? Are you awake?

Yeo- Sort of. What’s going on?

You- Oh just had a bad dream.

Yeo- Another nightmare? Are you ok?

You- Yeah, I’m fine.  Sorry if I woke you back up when you’re trying to sleep. Night, Yeo.

You sigh and toss your phone, wondering why you’d bothered him.  Now your guilt is creeping in to blend with the fear and anxiety from the nightmare.  “Great.” you grumble out, sniffling and staring at the wall.  Pursing your lips, you just sniff then let out a sob, then another.  Before you know it, you’re bawling your eyes out. 

After a few minutes, your crying subsides to something manageable and you drag yourself from bed to go get some water.  The after nightmare sobbing always dehydrated you and tonight you were making sure you didn’t look like a zombie tomorrow.  Well…you think, catching a glimpse of yourself as you pass the hall mirror.  Maybe water wasn’t even going to help you.  Your eyes were red and puffy, as well as your nose, so you grab some kleenex angrily.  Blowing your nose, you wash your hands before you splash some water on your face.  

“Get your shit together, girl.” you say, shaking your head at yourself.  Finally making your way into your small kitchen, you are pulling out a water bottle as you hear your doorbell chime.  “The fuck?” you mumble, suspicious.  “Uh…hello?” you call out as you near the door.  Your heart lurches as you hear pounding on the door, then you almost fall against the wall as you hear Yeosang’s voice call out.  

“Y/n! Open the door, it’s just me!” “You jerk!” you say, yanking open the door.  Yeosang’s shocked look almost makes you laugh, if you weren’t so out of it you’d have probably teased him for it.  Instead, he makes his way in and you immediately turn around and go back into the kitchen for your forgotten water bottle.  

“Why are you here?” you ask, sniffing to try to make sure your nose wasn’t leaky.  That would be embarrassing, you think.  “What do you mean, why? You just ignored my last like….10 texts and didn’t answer your phone.  I figured you were not doing well…” he says, approaching you and laying a hand on your arm.  “I’m good.” you say, clearing your throat.  

The last thing you wanted was him taking too close of a look at your bare, puffy red face.  You place a hand over your eyes and feel your breath hitch.  “Hey…” he says softly, turning you towards him.  “You’re not good.  Have you been crying?” he asks, his tone still low and soothing.  You try to pull away but it’s half hearted and he tugs you towards him, pulling your hand away as he tilts your chin up.  Taking in your face, he frowns and makes a ‘tch’ noise.  Humiliated, you push at him but he just pulls you to his chest, petting your hair.  

“Hey, shh…it was a bad one, huh?” he asks, making soothing noises and you just feel everything well back up.  Then you’re crying again, gripping his shirt as he holds you.  “Yeo…” you manage and he just hushes you, swooping you up like you weigh nothing and carrying you to your room.  “Here, going to lay you down.” he says, leaning down to lay you on your blankets.  You wrap your arms tighter around his neck and you hear him laugh softly.  “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” You relax a bit as he slips in next to you, holding you close as you curl tightly into him.  

You just feel his warm, strong hand on your back, calming you.  “Sorry, Yeosang….” you say, your voice muffled by his shirt.  “What are you sorry for?” he asks against your hair, drawing back to look down at you.  Sniffling, you look up at him and sigh at the concern in his eyes.  “Making you worry…being so silly over a dumb dream…snotting all over your shirt..” you say, ending in a soft laugh as you wipe at your eyes.  

He laughs softly with you, pulling over a small kleenex box for you.  Thankful, you grab a few of the tissues, sit up to turn to blow your nose all while your friend watches you.  “I’m not worried about my shirt.  Come here…” he says, pulling you back down beside him.  “Cry all over it.  I don’t care.” he says, brushing your hair back.  “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.  

Sighing, you look off as you try to remember some of the dream but shake your head.  “Just…some kind of library? I just felt trapped and torn apart…it was just…more terrifying in there.  It sounds stupid now.” you say, feeling silly.  “That sounds pretty awful, don’t say it’s stupid.” he murmurs, and your eyes go back to his.  “Why did you come all the way over here?” you ask him, and he just stares at you for a few seconds of silence before answering.  

“I told you, I was just worried.” he says, his eyes flicking up to your hair, his hand brushing it back again.  You just watch him, letting the comfortable silence go on as he lies close to you.  You glance down at the mess you’d left on his shirt and frown.  Grabbing one of the tissues, you attempt to wipe it, but it doesn’t help the wetness from your tears.  Wrinkling your nose, you look up at him.  “Really sorry.” you say again and he glances down at the spot, frowning at where you kept trying to wipe.  

Suddenly, your thoughts stray to the idea of just removing his shirt, and you can’t help but blink at your thoughts.  Yeosang, shirtless in your bed? Your need for comfort was so overwhelming that you found yourself wanting to be closer to him, more…intimate.

“Maybe it’s the nightmare…” you murmur, looking up at him, taking in his gorgeous face.  “Maybe-?” he starts but you cover his mouth with your hand.  “Yeosang…have you ever thought of me…?” you start but let it trail off as his brow furrows.  “Thought of you…? I don’t-” he says, but stops as your hand creeps up to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck.  You can hear his breath hitch and his eyes go wide.  

“Like…thought of me…sexually….?” you finally manage and this time it’s his cheeks reddening.  He swallows hard and the hand that was rubbing your back clenches the fabric of your shirt.  “I don’t think that's ... .why are you asking me this right now?” he whispers, his breathing a bit more ragged.  You take a chance and push yourself closer to him.  “Y/n…” he bites out, and you watch his jaw clench. Realizing that you’re probably upsetting him, you close your eyes and sigh, angry at yourself. 

“I’m sorry…I just…my brain is being weird, I am out of my mind.  I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-” you start rambling, but he places his knuckle under your chin and tilts your head back up to look at him.  “Have you?” he asks, his dark eyes searching yours.  “I-have I?” you ask, mind blank at his intense stare.  “I..I…asked you first…” you mumble, trying to look away but he grabs your chin harder, forcing your eyes back to his intense stare.  

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as the simple gesture has arousal pooling in between your legs.  Yes…yes you had thought of him that way. Would it be a bad idea to tell him that right now? Probably.  But… “I’m a guy, of course I’ve had thoughts like that…at least once..” he says and you snort a little at his cheeks going a darker shade of red.  

“Ah, so just normal things.  I guess I’m not really your type, given the girls you’ve dated.  Of course I’ve thought of you too, but yeah…I guess it’s normal right?” you find yourself rambling, trying your best to alleviate the nervousness this conversation had you feeling.   You were slowly pulling your hands back too, trying to put some distance between you both.  “Y/n.” Yeosang says, his low tone drawing your eyes back to his.  

“Are you done ranting?” he asks, and you just nod, blinking at him.  “Good.” he says, then the hand on your back splays out, his other leaving your chin to grip the back of your neck.  The moment his soft lips press against yours, you feel the room spin momentarily.  Lips? Lips? So soft…are your first thoughts before you can react.  When you finally are able to function again, your hands go into his hair and your mouth opens to him.

The groan that leaves his throat has you quivering already, his hard body pressing tightly against yours.  Your leg slides up to go over his hip and his hand is immediately cupping your ass, his fingers already yanking at the thin material of your pajama shorts.  His tongue meets yours tentatively as he tugs down your bottoms.  You’re pulling at his shirt and he pulls back to yank it over his head, tossing it on the floor.  Then he’s turning back to you, pulling yours off as well.  “Fuck.” he bites out as you’re left with just a thin lace bralette that covers nothing.  His eyes are dark and glazed as he leans you back, so he’s hovering over you.  “Yeosang…” you whimper and then your hands are tugging at the button of his pants.  His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing as he watches you unzip, then tug them down.  

You hesitate momentarily, your eyes going to his, and his dart up to meet yours.  Nothing is said but there’s an unspoken check in that you both acknowledge.  This was the no turning back point.  Your hand grabs his, bringing it to your chest, pressing his palm against your nipple poking through the thin barrier.  A noise escapes his throat as you grip the waistband of his underwear with both hands, making sure to keep your eyes on his.  

Biting your lip, you let your eyes drift down his muscled body, resting on his long, hard length as you free him from his boxers.  He was thicker than you thought he would be.  If cocks could be pretty, his was one of the prettiest you’d seen.  His hand squeezes your breast, his thumb flicking across your tight nipple and you let out a small whine.  Your hands both reach out for him, wrapping around him in curiosity.  You hear him curse softly as you lick your lips and stroke the soft silky flesh wrapped around the steel underneath.  He was so  hard already and you couldn’t help but feel a zing of pride that he was like this for you.

“Yeosang….” you breathe out, and you look back up at him.  He moves to kick off his clothing, and your hands never leave him, slowly touching, starting to stroke him.  You watch as your friend kneels between your legs, finally completely naked and erect for you.  His hand brushes your hair back, much like he always did but this time….it was completely different.  You can’t help but watch him as you lean forward, taking the tip of him into your mouth.  

His guttural noises make you smile a bit as you roll your tongue around and taste him.  Every little dip and crease, every vein and smooth expanse of flesh you could find with your mouth, you make sure to appreciate.  Before long, you’re taking more and more of him into your mouth, his hand in your hair, urging you on.  “Y/n-” he gasps as you take as much of him as you can, feeling him pressing against the back of your throat.  “Nnnnggh-” you can only manage as he watches, sliding him out of your mouth, spit dripping before you wrap your fingers around him to stroke him again.  

As you wrap your lips around him again, he uses both hands to gently pull you back.  “Wait…wait…I can’t…take much more of that…” he murmurs, pressing you back and pressing himself between your legs.  Grunting, he sits back once more, grabbing your shorts and underwear, removing them with one powerful yank.  You gasp as he throws the garments and then spreads your legs, laying on top of you.  He tilts himself a bit to the side as his fingers dip into your soaked folds.  “You’re- fuck…” he chokes out, slipping a finger into you.  

“Yeosang…please…don’t tease me….” you whine and he looks up at your face.  Your pink cheeks and parted lips have him breathing audibly as he drops down to kiss you once more.  “Need you…please…!” you manage to say into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, digging your nails in.  You lift your hips, your eyes pleading with his and he doesn’t hesitate for a moment as he guides himself to your needy entrance.  “Please!” you cry out as he thrusts himself completely into you, your walls taking him eagerly.  His hips immediately pull back just to drive himself back into you before you can even get in a breath.  “Yeosang!” you wail and he curses as he adjusts himself, so he’s propped up, his forearm beside your head as he sets a pace that has your body shaking under him with the force.  You draw your legs up to wrap around him as he yanks down your bralette, his mouth seeking your tight nipple.  

You can feel his moans and hums against the sensitive bud as he continues to fuck into you, pulling out cries and whimpers from you.  There is a popping noise as his mouth leaves one tit, just to travel to the other and give it the same attention.  Your hands are in his hair, pulling the silky strands as you feel yourself tighten around him.  “Yeosang! I’m-” is all you can manage before he presses down with a thrust instead of pulling back, grinding himself into you.  Your body jerks as an orgasm rips through you, flooding around him and his arms go around you, as he holds himself against you while you ride your high.  As your body goes limp, he pulls back once more to begin thrusting into you again.

“Oh god!” you moan out and he pulls back to look down at you.  There is sweat beading on his forehead and his jaw is clenched as his dark eyes study your face.  You can only watch as he fucks you, taking in the sheer intensity of his expression.  His nose is wrinkled with the effort he’s putting into his hips and just watching him has the coil in your abdomen tightening all over again.  

“Again?” he pants out and you let your hands drop a bit to hold his hips, biting your lip as your walls tremble around him.  “Fuck, your pussy is so hot and tight.” he bites out and your breath catches as he rolls his hips with his thrusts, hitting your clit.  You cry out and jerk under him, a grin forming on his face as he realizes he has hit a very sensitive spot.  “You like…” he says, rolling his hips again, “that?” you whine as your body spasms involuntarily and he slows down a bit.  Dropping down so his mouth is hovering right over yours, he grinds himself against you again.  

“Yeo!” you scream, your face heating up from being so close yet again.  “Yeah? You gonna cum all over me again?” he asks and you let out a mewl, his lips brushing yours.  “Cum all over my dick? Soak your sheets for me? Get me nice and soaked from your pussy juices?” he’s whispering and you can’t even breathe as you do just as he says.  “Fuck yes, cum for me baby girl..” he is cooing and you are grasping onto him as you writhe under him.  “Fuck, you feel so good around me..” he groans out, rocking his hips against you.  

The ache from cumming twice makes you shudder as he pulls back, pulling out of you. “What-?” you whisper, shocked but he’s hushing you as he rolls onto his back, grabbing your leg to pull it over him.  “Come here.” he demands and you comply, straddling him.  He pulls you down to pry your lips open with his tongue, his hand in your hair.  His other is cupping the soft flesh of your breast, tweaking your nipple lightly.   You whimper into his mouth then, you draw back to sit up on him. 

Placing a hand on his chest, you grip him to guide him back into you.  “Oh god,” he moans out as you sink down onto him.  “Ride me, fuck….ride me and let me see you cum on me…” he urges in his deep voice and you’re already rolling your hips, sliding up and down on him.  “Yeosang…” you moan and he nods at you.  “Yes, just like that, let me watch you.  You’re so fucking hot…” he breathes out and you feel your body tremble at his words.  

This was so much more than you ever thought it would be like between you two.  And his hands digging into your hips, helping to lift you, to pull you back down has you bouncing on him.  “Oh my-I-I–....it’s-” you keep trying to speak but he is just soothing you, encouraging your movement with his hands.  His eyes are full of desire and appreciation as he watches you.  “Don’t talk, just fuck me.  Let me hear your wet pussy as you ride my cock…” he says and you spasm around him, drawing out a cry from his lips.  You reach down to take one of his hands and bring it to your chest, holding his hand against your tit as you feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm.  

“Yeosang…please….” you cry out, his hand gripping your breast, kneading it as you start to clench around him.  “Cum with me!” you scream, and he sits up, his free hand gripping your ass as you grab his shoulders to use as leverage.  “Make me cum….ride me…make me cum with your pretty little cunt--” his words are cut off as your arms wrap around his neck, your walls clamping around him so hard that you're almost forcing him out.  He just lets out long, low moans as both of his hands grab onto your ass and hold onto you, his mouth clamping onto your neck and sucking, licking, biting as he keeps moving you on him.  

Your whole body is trembling at this point and as his body goes tense and stiff, you feel the sensation of him filling you, his cock pulsing within you as the after effects of your orgasm milk him.  You run your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses to his face as you rock yourself against him, making sure to get him through his just like he got you through yours.  

“Mmm…” is all you can manage as you both stay like you are, his hands holding your ass, your arms around his neck.  He presses his face into your neck, nuzzling you.  You reach up and pet his hair, resting your cheek on his head.  “Yeosang…?” you start but he’s shaking his head against you.  “Don’t.” you barely hear, his lips pressing against your collarbone.  “Just this, tonight.  Nothing else.” he is murmuring between kisses.  He pulls back and looks up at you and you immediately press your mouth to his.  He eagerly opens to you, his tongue finding yours to entangle with it.  

He rolls you both so you’re side by side and you gasp as he slips out of you.  You can feel his seed leaking out of you and you turn beet red at the realization that he came inside of you.  There was nothing to do about it now….you think but feel your stomach drop.  “Hold me.” you demand, pulling his hair a bit and he yanks you closer to him, his mouth immediately seeking yours.  “I will, all night. I won’t let you go, I promise.” he whispers against your lips, holding you tightly.  

You let yourself float on this cloud for the moment, allowing yourself a night to give in to both of your wants and needs.  Tomorrow was for reality, not right now.

Still, you couldn’t help the small tinge of worry deep down, wondering what kind of reality would hit you like a truck.  Because you knew things like this didn’t always end up happily ever after.  You’d just slept with your best friend and things were definitely going to change.  You just hoped like hell you both hadn’t just ruined something great.

[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

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[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!!!!!!

music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them

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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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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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