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You’re The Only Girl for Me- Chapter 7

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December 11th (Continued)

Airielle stood to the side and waited for her cue to cut off Kevin Owens as he walked backstage from his interaction with Josh. She nodded once Ryan- the director of the segment gave her a little shove towards Kevin, who was walking her way. 

“Kevin, hey Kevin!” She called out rushing towards his side. “Can I have a word?” 

“No, have you seen Roman? Airielle shook her head. 

“Do you know what he said about my family last week? Huh!? You think I wanted to do that to Jey Uso?! NO!- You don’t talk about my family and now I did that to his family and that’s on Roman- '' Kevin was cut off by Airielle’s scream as Roman came and attacked Kevin from behind.  Airielle quickly got out of the way so she wouldn’t get hurt.  After hearing the director yell cut, Airielle walked back over to thank Ryan for letting her do the segment. 

“Wassup Airi.” After Paul had walked away Joe came and stood next to her. 

“Hey Joe,” She said, smiling at him. 

“I talked to Yas.” Airielle’s smiled disappeared and she rolled her eyes. “She’s just wants to make sure you ok” 

“I knew I should’ve never called her.”  Joe laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“Nah, she just looking out for you, she’s very protective of you.” Airielle sighed and nodded her head. 

“Too protective, I told her I was fine and I had it under control.” 

“I’m the same way with Jon and Josh too, us older cousins gotta protect our youngins in the family” Airielle rolled her eyes again. 

“It’s nothing to be protected against though.” She said as they started walking toward Joe’s locker room, where Josh was waiting for her. “It’s not that big of a deal.” She added with a shrug. 

“I mean, on the walk over to film I've heard ya name at least five times.” Airielle sucked her teeth. “But,” Joe shrugged and stopped her from opening the door to his locker room. “I’m not saying this because he’s my cousin and I love him.” He waited until she nodded to continue. “That shit with Kayla happened one time and I only know that because Josh can’t keep his mouth shut.” 

“Yeah, I know. We talked about all that already.” Joe nodded with a small grin on his face. 

“Alright then.” He said opening the door for her and letting her walk in first.

Josh looked over at them when the door opened and immediately stood up and walked over to Airielle. 

“You aight? What happened?” She nodded and told him about her run in with Kayla and the ladies from hair and make-up, the scowl on his face getting deeper and deeper as she continued her story. 

“Man, shit wasn’t even like that. You want me to talk to her?” He asked, leading her over to the couch so they could sit down. She sighed and plopped down next to him, snuggling into his side. 

“No, Like I told Joe and Yasmine, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m not even worried about it.” 

“You sure, I gotta make sure nobody fuckin’ wit’ my girl.” Josh flipped Joe off when he made a fake gagging nose, before walking into the bathroom, to give them privacy. 

“Did I stutter?” He asked before leaning down and capturing her lips with his. She reached her hand up to cup his jaw as his tongue slipped into her mouth, both of them letting out a moan. 

“Ok, we get it.” Joe said, causing them to break apart. “Can y’all not do that. Some of us are lonely as fuck.” Airielle and Josh rolled their as at him. “I was about to invite you to ride with us back to Pensacola, but not if that’s gonna happen.” Josh sucked his teeth and flipped Joe off. 

“Ignore him, you wanna ride back with us? I was gonna ask but I got distracted.” He flipped Joe off again when he snorted. Airielle laughed at their antics and agreed to ride on Joe’s bus back to Pensacola with them. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2020

Airielle bit her bottom lip as she stared at the clothes in her closet. She was meeting Josh’s family for the first time and she wanted to impress them. They had decided to spend a couple hours with his family and then go to her parents house. And she was terrified, Josh would be the first person she brought home to meet her parents in years. 

The only upside was that Trinity would be with her with Josh and Jon’s family and Yasmine would be with her with their family. 

“You are stressing for no reason.” Airielle said nothing as Yasmine came over and stood next to her. “Just pick something.” Airielle scowled over at Yasmine before picking out an outfit, which in her eyes it was basic as fuck, but it would have to work. 

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“You look terrified.” Josh laughed as he parked his car in front of his mom’s house. 

“I am terrified. What if they don’t like me.” 

“They gon’ love you Rih. What’s not to love?” 

“Ok let me rephrase. What if your mom doesn’t like me?”  Josh chuckled and grabbed her hand, lacing a kiss on the back of it. 

“It was my moms idea to invite you over for Christmas. Man, she wanted you over here for Thanksgiving. She was upset when you didn’t come”  Airielle furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah,” Josh chuckled again. “Everytime I talk to her she asks about you. She really wants to meet you.” Airielle looked out the passenger window at his mom’s house before letting out a shaky breath and turning back to look at him. 

“Okay. I’m ready.” 

“Holy shit.” Airielle muttered to herself as she walked inside Josh’s mom's house. She had never seen this many people packed into a house before, there were literally people everywhere. 

“Damn,” Josh said, kind of shocked too. He looked over at her when her grip on his hand tightened. “I ain’t know it was gon be this many people.” He laughed and pulled her closer to him when a couple of his little cousins rushed past them, chasing each other around. “Come on, let’s go find my momma.” 

They found his mom outback sitting around the firepit with one of his aunties. She looked up when Airielle and Josh walked towards her and jumped to her feet. 

“Oh my god. You came.” She said pulling Airielle into a tight hug, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” Mama Fatu said, pulling away so she could look Airielle in the eyes. 

“It’s nice to meet you ma’am.” Airielle said and Mama Fatu shook her head. 

“None of that ma’am stuff. Call me Talisua.” Airielle smiled. “Are you hungry?” Tulisua turned her attention to Josh. “Don’t just stand there. Get the girl something to eat.” Airielle giggled at the look Josh gave his mom. “Come sit.” Talisua said, pointing to the empty chair that was now in the middle of her and Josh’s aunt. 

“You are so pretty.” His aunt said and Airielle felt her face heat up at her compliment. 

“Thank you.” 

“So tell me about yourself. Josh told me that you are a backstage interviewer.” Airielle nodded. “How did you get into that?”  Airielle had basically gone over her whole life story, minus the parts that she would take to the grave before Josh came back with two plates that were packed with food. 

“You’re only twenty-nine?” Josh’s aunt asked, perplexed. “You do know my nephew is thirty-five. That’s not too old for you?” Josh rolled his eyes as he handed Airielle one of the plates. He probably should have warned her about his nosey ass aunt. 

“No, and I'll be thirty in February, so I mean. It’s not like he’s ten years older than me.” Airielle trailed off with a shrug. She never really put any thought into their age difference and it wasn’t a big gap for there to be any issues. 

“Don’t worry about her.” Talisua rolled her eyes at her sister. “She’s always looking out for her nephews.” Airielle nodded understandingly. 

“It’s totally fine. I’m sure my family will be worse.” She said laughing. 

Christmas with Josh’s family was going way better than she expected. She had met his two other brothers, Sefa and Jeremiah and their girlfriends. She had met a shit ton of his family members. She knew he had a big family but the amount of people that she met was absolutely crazy. 

“Hey it’s getting late.” Josh said. “We still gotta go to your parents house.” Airielle nodded and stood up with Josh, saying their goodbyes to everyone before heading out to the car. 

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” He said, smirking over at her. 

“Honestly, no. Your family is cool as hell.” 

“Damn, this a nice ass house.” Josh whistled as he pulled into the driveway of Airielle’s parents house. 

“It’s okay,” Airielle said and she took his hand so he could help her out of the car. 

“Just okay?! You trippin’ this shit is huge. You grew up here?” She nodded her head. 

“Yeah, it’s not my childhood home though, we moved to Pensacola when I was in the ninth grade.” He nodded his head, remembering when she told him that. “Ok. you ready?” She asked once they were at the front door. 

“Yeah, I'm ready. Why you look nervous?” 

“Because I am.” She whined and Josh laughed before pulling her into his arms. 

“Relax, please.” She nodded before leaning up and capturing his lips with hers. Their lips moving slowly against each other. She let out a moan when his hands slid down to her ass, giving it a squeeze, before he pulled away. 

“Yeah that’s not what I wanted to see when I opened the door.” Airielle jumped and turned to face her father before smiling sheepishly at him. 

“Hi daddy.” 

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Cross-Checked - Chapter 2

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 2 - it's That Last Step – Leighton

All I want to do is get home, take off my bra, FaceTime with Bret and relax.   

I have been in meeting after meeting this week trying to complete the launch of my business “Social Butterfly Promotions.” It has been my dream for years to have my own PR firm, but I made it unique by having it social media specific. It’s amazing how many celebrities and athletes have a presence but can’t compose a tweet to save their career. I’ve been handling Luke and Andy’s social media for a couple of years now and when one of their teammates asked if I would mind handling theirs, the rest was history. The Bruins loved how I handled the PR for their athletes and offered me the position of social media director. It was the dream 

But this has to be the most dramatic week of my life and I wasn’t the one who got screwed over. As I unlock my door, I think back on the last week. I had helped Andy with the packing up of Fiona’s shit from his town home while also helping him decide what stuff he wanted to take to the new house and what he would throw out. 

It was like a weird cathartic exercise. He got rid of his couch and bed, commenting on how there were too many memories. He took all the pictures frames that held the pictures them of through the years, took the pictures out and sent the frames to Fiona.  

He burned the pictures.��

There may have been tequila involved with that decision. 

But today it was Friday, and I was excited. My boyfriend of two years was coming home tomorrow from a business trip and all I wanted was to have him hold me. I was feeling extra clingy today. Probably because I was getting ready to start my cycle. As I pulled into my drive way of the home I shared with Bret, I noticed that his car was already there. I was thrilled; he came home early for me. 

“Baby? I’m home!” I yelled as I walked through the door of our home. 

“Hey sweetheart.” Bret came out of our bedroom but didn’t come up to kiss me. Odd. 

“You’re home early. Is everything ok? The trip go okay? I know you were worried about that.” I smiled hoping that it would ease the tension I was feeling in the room. 

“Trip was fine. Got some big news.” He moved to the living room. I sat next to him, and he took my hand. “You know that promotion I was working for?” 

I nodded. “You were excited to go for the possibility to be the director of the district. Did you get it?” 

“I did.” He smiled but it looked tight. 

“On my god baby congratulations!” I moved to hug him, but he pulled away before I could wrap my arms around him. 

“Lee, the job is in Tokyo.” 

My world stopped spinning and it was getting harder to breathe. “Tokyo. The job is in Tokyo?” 

“Crazy right? And it's not to be the director. They want me to be vice president of the entire division. I will be moving there in two weeks.” 

I sat back, unconsciously moving away from him. “You’ve leaving? You took the promotion without me? Talking without discussing this major life change?” 

“I’m talking to you about it now. Honey, I want you to come with me.” 

Now I’m really losing it. “You want me to move when I just landed my dream job with the Bruins?” The job with the Bruins was something I had been working on for the last couple years. “What about my mom and my brother? can’t just walk away.” 

Bret gave me a condescending smile, like he was patronizing me. “Lee, I could take care of you. You won’t need that silly job with the Bruins.” 

Silly job? Is that what he really thought of the work i was doing?  Without the job, what was i supposed to do? I had to ask, even though i think i know the answer and I know I’m not going to like it.  “What am I supposed to do in Tokyo?” 

“Be a house wife. Take care of the and our future kids just like we talked about.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I was positive he assumed I would just fall over and say yes. But I wouldn’t go down without a fight.  

“Yeah, but we said we would do that in a few years. I wanted to get my social media business off the ground. We had talked about this.” 

Bret did an exacerbated sight. “Look Lee…” 

“Stop calling me that!” I hate that nickname now. Why would he think that I would want to give up my dream for his? “Did you even care about my dreams?” 

“Be realist Leighton,” he said sharply, “starting your own company is hard work and frankly, social media is dying out. It wouldn’t have been successful anyways.” 

That one stung. I worked hard to hold back the tears. “Wow, I guess I really am stupid.” I stood up and made my way back to the door.  

I think Bret sensed that something was not right. “You’re not stupid.” 

“Oh yes I am. Because I stayed with a pompous unsupported asshole like you.” I grabbed my bag and opened the door. “I’ll be back to get my stuff. But just so you know we’re through.” 

He grabbed my arm to stop me, gripping me, pulling me closer to him. “Leighton, come on, be reasonable. I can take care of you. We’ll get married…” 

I broke his hold on me and raised my hand to stop him from advancing. “Whoa that’s how you want to propose?” 

He threw out his arms in frustration. “Why do we need to make a big deal about it?” 

Yeah. I was done. “Goodbye Bret.” I slammed the door and went back to my car. Once I was in, I had no idea where to go. I couldn’t go to my mother's. She loved Bret and would try to convince me to stay with him. I couldn’t go to my brother's because he would just want to murder Bret. That left one option. 

I drove across town and knocked on the one door that would hold a supportive friend. 

“Leia? Are you ok, Princess?” Andy opened the door. My brave face crumples and i began to sob. He didn’t hesitate and pulled me into his arms. 

“Bret is leaving for Tokyo, and he said some awful things and I broke it off and now I have nowhere to go, “I explained between sobs. 

“Okay, okay let it out. Honestly Leia, I only got like every third word so come on in and we’ll have a drink and unpack all of this, ok?” He guided me into his home. 

I knew this was the right place to fall. 

After I was able to calm down, I was able to explain to Andy what had happened with Bret. “Now I need to find a place to live.” 

Andy looked puzzled. “I thought you owned that house with him?” 

I shook my head. “No, I moved into that house. He already owned it.” I wiped at my eyes and see streaks of black on my fingers. Great, i forgot about the mascara and now i look like a racoon in front of Andy fucking Barber. Soldier on, Leighton.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Andy. I can’t go to my mother’s. We will kill each other>” 

Andy chuckled, cheeky bastard. “No, you can’t. What about Luke?” 

“And have him either complain about cramping his style, or try to find him a good lawyer when he commits murder? No thanks.” I covered my face. “This sucks. I thought we were in a good place and understood each other, I thought he under stood my dreams and now I have to pack up my stuff, and a cheap apartment and be on my own.” I flop dramatically on the couch and cover my face with a pillow.. 

Andy looked at me for a few seconds with his captains face on. “I might have a solution for you Leia.” 

“A Time Machine so I don’t make this mistake?” I reply with a muffled voice.  

Andy laughs and lifts the pillow off to look at me. “No, crazy girl. Creative but not an option. I was going to say, why don’t you come live with me?” 

I bolted up. “What?” 

“I have this big house and I’m really not excited to live here by myself. You would be on the road with me, and we would be able to take care of each other. It's perfect Leia.” 

“Don’t you want to, I don’t know, sleep around now that you’re single?” 

He laughed again. “I think I need a break from women. Besides, I have an idea of what kind of partner I want.” He drained his beer. “What do you say Leia? Stay with your best friend and we can heal together?” Then he hit me with puppy eyes. Those big blues look hopeful and goddammit, I sigh. 

“Will I get my own bathroom?” I smiled at him, and he lifted me up and spun me around. 

“This is gonna be great.”  

** Two weeks later… ** 

I was unloading a box from the moving truck when I heard a car door slam. I looked around the truck and saw the devil incarnate. 

“What are you doing here Fiona?” 

Fiona pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, her long blonde hair perfectly styled and makeup immaculate, accentuating her hazel eyes. Ugh, she’s beautiful and I hate her. “I need to speak to Andy.” She looks at my boxes.  “What are you doing?” 

“Moving in.” I turned my back to the she-devil. “Andy! Lucifer's mistress is here!” 

“Nice,” she sneered with a roll of her eyes. Andy came out with a scowl when he saw Fiona. I scooted into the house but found a spot where I could listen and watch. Yes, I’m nosy, whatever. 

He crossed his arms to stand in front of her. “What are you doing here Fiona?” 

She pouted a little. Bitch. “I wanted to talk to you Andy.”  

“I have nothing to say to you. You can leave now.” Andy turned to walk away. 

“After three years and that’s how we’re going to end it?” 

Andy stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly. “How I’m ending it? Really?” She started to back pedal, but Andy stopped her. “You really have to be either be high on something or just that delusional. I wasn’t the one who slept with her fiancé's best friend. I wasn’t the one who had an affair for over a year with said former best friend.” 

“You were always busy Andy! Always at practice or meeting with management. And that’s on top of you always being on the road.” She stomped her feet, like a petulant child. It took everything not to cackle about her attitude.  

“You’re blaming me for your shitty actions? That’s rich. I was working my ass off to get a new and better contract so I could get US this house and pay for YOUR dream wedding. Fuck you, Fiona. Go back to Craig. Lord knows I don’t ever want to see your face again. I mean it took you two weeks to even confront me for the total embarrassment I suffered from your actions.” 

Her face morphed into one of disdain. “I thought we could discuss this as adults.” 

“You thought wrong sweetheart. Get off my property and never come back.” 

Fiona turned away to get back into her car before she stopped and turned around. “I always knew you wanted her, and you didn’t waste any time moving her in and taking my place.” 

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. She broke up with her boyfriend and needed a place to stay. She’s my best friend, we take care of each other.  I know you don’t know the concept of loyalty but that’s what best friends do. Now with all offense, get the fuck away from me and go back to the hole you came from.” 

I had been standing just inside the doorway and I jumped when Andy slammed the door. “Satan’s mistress leave?” 

“Yep. Fuck that felt good.” Andy grabbed a beer and took a long pull. “She has some balls.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Never been so happy to start a season before. Can get out of town and forget all about her.” He opened his eyes and smiled at me. “Get to travel with my favorite human.” He nudges me and it takes everything not to swoon. 

I should probably mention that I have had the teeniest, itty-bitty crush on my brother's best friend. Andy defined what a real man should be. The way he moves on the ice, how he holds himself to be a gentleman, it would make women swoon and want to be in his bed. 

Present company included.  

But Andy has never looked at me as more than his best friend's little sister and there in lies the problem.  I don’t stand a chance when there are women like Fiona chasing after the captain. So, my dream of a relationship with Andy stays right where they are – in my dreams. 

“I’m going to tell Luke you said that.” 

“He snores so he is well aware who is my favorite is.” 

Andy helps me with the rest of my stuff, and I try to organize as best I can while I wait for my new furniture to be delivered. I stopped and lay down in my new room. I’ve always been a believer of everything is meant to be. 

Maybe this new start is exactly what I need, and Andy can help. 

Two broken hearts.  

One house 

One season. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

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Hi! Can I request Octavinelle with s/o that is really good at surfing pls? Thank you! 🙌🏼💕

Thank you for requesting Anon ! I hope you'll find this and be able to enjoy it, so sorry it came out very late.

Pairing(s) : Floyd Leech x reader, Azul Ashengrotto x reader, Jade Leech x reader

Warning(s) : there might be some cursing, few mentions of injury but nothing too extreme, Floyd being a loveable asshole as always. Gender neutral reader !

Octavinelle trio (separately) with an gn!s/o who is good at surfing :

Honestly, he's impressed !

Azul was told about human activities at the beach and I don't doubt that at least one merman or mermaid as been BUNKED by a surf board or boat.

It is said that Azul isn't the most confident swimmer but he can manage in water.

He won't try to learn how to surf with you, as nice as it sounds it isn't easy for someone who isn't all that athletic.

Azul will gladly watch you make amazing jumps on the side or from under the water.

He gets really worried when you fall off your board.

The first time you went into a barrel (wave tunnel) and didn't come out of it in time, which caused you to end up in the water.

You can guess he freaked out seeing your surfing board back on shore but no signs of you with it.

Immediately dives in the water to try and save you.

Turns out you were perfectly fine and he just pouted a little because you made him worry for no reason. And even got him to show up in his merman form so double pout actually.

But who doesn't like a cute squishy octopus ?

Ok. Floyd is having way too much fun.

What type of fun you ask ? SLAMMING YOU OFF THE BOARD TYPE OF FUN !!!

He will mercilessly turn into his eel form just to throw himself from under like a shark.

Being Floyd's s/o includes surviving his squeeze and if you can't handle that then you'll do so much worse with surfing.

He will not hesitate to I n n o c e n t l y turn into a smash bros character to catapult you out of existence.

While trying to keep you alive of course, squeezing a corpse is no fun.

Floyd just thinks it looks fun and will probably try to carelessly try it (proceeds to just laugh every time he falls off), he'll give up at some point and say it's annoying.

*comes back again after 10 minutes of whining*

Most of his attempts fail but at least you won't ever not have a good time. Floyd is just a bundle of joy until he's not.

While drag you under water if you fall off without his help, I hope you know how to hold your breath cause he prefers it UNDER DA SEA-

Oh ! how fun.

You wouldn't mind him pushing you off right ? *murderous smile*

....

r u n.

Anyways, like the other two. He's impressed and will think it looks fun. As long as you're enjoying yourself, he's enjoying himself.

I see Jade as a pretty chill guy (at least on the subject of your activities).

If you have hobbies, good for you ! Jade will love to hear you talk about all the techniques, accomplishments, how long you've done it for and maybe even prizes you won in surfing competitions. He does as well have his own interests although they are incredibly...questionable. What are you doing with those mushrooms-

Like azul, I don't think he'll try to learn surfing. He may give it a few shots but in the end, Jade as a lot more fun watching you enjoy yourself.

But like his brother he also likes it-

🎶 UNDA DA SEAAAAAAAA 🎶 

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I also know that I can often come off as aggressive and do stupid shit or say stupid shit. I have a lot of growing to do and I make a ton of mistakes. Please be patient and if you desire to call me out on by bullshit (which you absolutely should do) please be constructive and respectful. I struggle a lot with tone and accidentally upset people often. If I upset you, PLEASE let me know. I have no way of realizing if you don’t, please do not lie to me, tell me what’s wrong I promise I care and will try not to take it personally. =m=

Important note: While I may make suggestive jokes from time to time or touch vaguely on mature topics/talk about more mature media, this blog does not welcome nsfw blogs. Any and all interaction with me or my art that is nsfw in nature (inappropriate DM’s, comments, and reblogs) will be instantly blocked. We can joke, we can have fun, but I do not want any concerning behavior towards others or towards myself/my art on this blog. I know that many people who follow/are friends with me are minors and thus I will ensure that this space is not dangerous for them.

I also consume my media critically, even as a Homestuck enjoyer, I do not support Andrew Hussie and recognize the comic’s flaws, but I also love Homestuck for what it is at its core and how it changed my life. I also assume most people consume media critically and thus do not have any fandoms in my dni, but do know there are a good handful of them that I’m apprehensive about, but won’t block on sight.

On the topic of media consumption, I also like a lot of ships that others don’t, and will not tolerate hate. Crossmare has been my comfort pairing since long before Underverse season 2 was even out, and I am not ok with people who think it’s “inherently abusive”. As long as a pairing is not child x adult or family x family, I don’t believe it can be inherently abusive. As long as someone’s specific depiction of the ship isn’t abusive, they shouldn’t get flack for it. However, if you ARE someone who romanticizes abusive versions of these ships, please get out.

Also note that due to my nebularomanticism (arospec umbrella), I do not know what the fuck romantic love is supposed to feel like or look like, the lines between strong platonic bonds and romance are so blurry they barely exist for me, and such- all of my ships are queerplatonic in some way. I have never seen any ship as solely romantic and I don’t think I’m capable of that. But I also do not limit the types of intimacy I depict these characters having. If you’re not ok with queerplatonic kissing or holding hands or other forms of “romantic gestures” or if you think they can’t exist, get out. I’m honestly getting tired of the term “ship” and all the baggage it holds. I just want these characters to be happy and get along and be close. I’m tired of exclusively romantic connotations. All of that being said, once again, proshits GET OFF MY LAWN.

Keep in mind that while my art and personal works ARE here, this blog IS a personal blog. I DO vent on here and often talk about personal topics. Be aware. And just because I share an opinion of mine doesn’t mean that I think it’s super important or right, it’s just how I feel. Just saying this because if you follow me you should be prepared to deal with what I post, and if you don’t like me that’s ok just leave.

^ this user box specifically was made by @/ghostfish-stims!

^ More info on that here

^ this blinkie is made by @/pictionary!

[therealestidealist]

Ok im tired of reblogging that post lol

Listen, if someone is paid for their work and their work is recognizable enough to be properly credited (such as a dbz episode, which credits the studio and the artists), then that artist' art is being respected. They understand that while their name is not watermarked on every frame, the credit they receive is exactly where they agreed on it to be.

A freelance artist on social media is RARELY recognizable by that sheer number of people or audience. If you want to share their work, you need to make sure that they are okay with that. They do this for free, no studio to protect their rights to their work. They are giving you art to look at for free. If you want to share their art, the least you could do is ask permission and respect their answer, including the lack thereof. If someone does not answer, you should never assume its a yes.

If you can't find a way to credit them, and post it anyway, you are again assuming their answer, link or not.

The thing is, the other user pointed out that this artist not only has a tumblr and twitter, but they linked a post that showed them explicitly asking for people not to repost their work.... which you did. A small "x" link with no context is not proper credit. Their tumblr dms are open. Getting defensive and telling strangers who reblog the post that you're going to kill yourself, and then claiming that the same people are the ones telling you to do that is just. Wildly inappropriate, and huge overreaction to a situation where you could have easily just deleted the post.

The reality is that you simply could have tried harder to get permission, you didn't, and instead of listening to the people telling you how to fix it, you told them you were going to kill yourself, and accused strangers of being ableist when, not only is your neurodivergency none of their business, but they'd tell ANYBODY reposting art without permission to stop doing that.

No one is attacking you for struggling to understand- you're being criticized for doubling down and refusing to learn and fix the problem.

You're not trying at all to be accommodating to my situation. You say the way I credited the artist was not "proper". The parameters for this are undefined. I see art credited this way all the time. I have never posted art on here before, so I did it the way I've seen it done. You accuse me of "not trying hard enough" to get permission. In truth, I did not seek permission at all because I was not aware of any sort of standard of etiquette for this. Their twitter (where I found it) does not link to their tumblr (where they ask not to share art). Some artists mention in their bios not to share their art. Some artists say share with permission. Some artists do not specify their preferences. Given the broad variety of preferences artists have regarding the sharing of their art, how am I to have awareness of some commonly understood protocol for art sharing? As I understood it, sharing without credit is bad, sharing with credit is ok unless otherwise stated by the artist. Now I'm being told you're a monster if you share art with credit or that my crediting is somehow improper (no further questions asked)

Also, I removed the post when I was linked to the artist's statement. But I have since continued to be dogpiled in my notes and asks with all sorts of accusations. My issue is that I'm not being afforded patience to understand the nuances and complexities in how to share art. Even as you answer my questions you're doing so with an attitude and you still fail to clarify vague conditions of what's considered proper etiquette when there are numerous exceptions such that I cannot meaningfully understand the distinctions. Thanks to this, I will never share any art ever again. I guess it's fine for others to do so but not me. Idk

[socks-wizard-money-gang]

I can make you a pride icon if you want

My epic gamer art fight profile

DNI+Other things under the cut(at least read what's in red pls)

So yeah, my name's Socks and I'll rather be addressed as he/she/it/star+other neos, I'm also ok with most gendered therm but if you're not sure just calls me whatever I'll tell u if I don't like it. Use il and elle interchangeably in french plz

POC trans aspec individual 👍

Here's my full list of neos and other things

I create drawings like fruit

Digital art is made on the weekends and the only drawings you can reasonably expect from me is nilfruits characters and my fursona

Things I do in my free time/I've did out of boredom include: digital and traditional art, made a vtuber model, painting, photography, cosplaying/sewing, made bracelets, translation (only french/english), playing guitar, lockpicking and archery. I am hobby georg

Art request: open but only rain world and nilfruits related because I'm normal (lie)

Please say things to me and send things to me I love listening to people and I'm so sad and alone like half the time and it'll never bother me even if I'm busy

I love bright colors and light but I understand how some people can't look at them for their safety so I tag it as #eyestrain and #flashing I tag other things too theyre just the most common

Ask me phylosophical shit like the meaning of life and I for sure have an answer

Also if you want to send me hate mail feel free!! I like laughing at it

Despite being a guitarist I am the number one bass and bassists fan

Don't follow me if you can't handle occasional vent posts

Don't be fooled by my blog I'm still a furry at heart

I love when people infodump and ramble in my inbox itz so interesting

Memory issues

If I complain about something and its not tagged as a vent then that means I'm not that upset about it

If I do seem upset the best thing you could do is give me a distraction if you wanna help

Don't involve me in discourse I will explode

I have a lot of sideblogs they're @narou-official @ask-voca-mutant-au @yer-fave-is-a-pirate @socks-is-a-menace @zatsunemiku-official @haganemiku-official @weekly-utsu-p @gourmand-appreciation @valid-iterator-name @invenot @the-spearmaster and a couple more, most of em are dead tho

I also have a SUPER MEGA GIGA SECRET pokemon irl blog, try finding it:)

Here I'll be putting hints for it: eel

I also have @the-artificer who just kinda exist

I have autism adhd n I'm personality disorder georg at this point

I'm plural too now apparently??? Some of my headmates are at @bar0ness and @n0mann . You're normally only gonna see me post here tho

I'm a minor

Don't sexualise my ocs pls

I like these thangs->Warrior Cat(barely, I don't even catch up), Mad rat dead, madoka magica, Kirby, the Stanley parable, pafl, biblically accurate angels, sparklecats, Dead plate, Pokemon, Vocaloid but mainly whatever nilfruits characters got going on, OFF, ENA, Cuphead, pjsekai, milgram, Splatoon, bocchi the rock, cult of the lamb, sonic, rain world, and Omori(I don't support omocat), please talk to me about them (there will also be spoiler for all of these)

You can use my art n designs as long as you credit but PLEASE don't give it to AI, repost it without permission (unless credited and Fanart, don't repost my oc art) or use it in edits!! Icons are fine

I kin a lotta diff things and I don't mind doubles👍

Tagging system:

#Paradichlorobenzene is my favorite word:text posts

#random/#rambling: text posts from 2022 to 2023

#socks is scribbling: art tag

#shitty things I made: something I made that isn't a drawing (most likely a shitpost)

#rb: reblog

#me when: posts that are me core

#this is very gender: things that gives me gender envy

#pics of the awesome me: self explanatory

#oc:[insert name]:the mentioned OC's tag

#utsu p characters lore: me making shit up about the characters in utsu-p song because I love his music but the lack of narrative to be abnormal about is sickening so I made the narrative myself

#im dragon: posts about me being a dragon

#muu was here!: Muu fictive posting on my blog. Only it is allowed to post on my blog because she asked nicely bug uses she/they/it/bug also

I also got two personas who are very cools

Userbox by @sweetpeauserboxes and blinkies by @/harukaenthusiast

DNI : post untagged nsfw things, Rainflower defenders, support AI art, queerphobics, racist, transphobes, irl yandere, proshipper, radfem, like hp or support it's creator, ableist, anti furries, exclusionist, eating disorder blogs, transautistic, nazi, terfs and similar things

And that's it I think

[elishortforelliott]

IF YOU ARE SUPPORTING ISRAEL LEAVE MY BLOG AND DO YOUR RESEARCH. FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Ok! Hello!! I'm making an introduction page and i dont know how to do introductions that well so I'm going with the flow so sorry if this is confusing!!! Also I have Bolded all the important text so if you want to skim just read the bolded text! :D ALSO if you follow me and you look like a bot (you have nothing on your profile have the default profile picture etc.) I will block you.

WARNINGS AND DNI UNDER THE CUT LOOK AT THEM.

THE INTRODUCTION 👋

Credit: @/burntoutuserboxes

Hi! My name is Eli or you can call me Elliott I do not care!! Either one is fine!! My pronouns are he/they and I think I'm either trans masc or bigender but I'm still figuring thing out! :D I'm bisexual and ace! and I am a minor. I'm working on improving my art so alot of my posts will probably be fanart or just random doodles. I will be working on anatomy so expect me to post huminoids with sub par anatomy and procrastinating by drawing landscapes and I am SHIT at finishing projects so if I say I'm doing something expect it to be posted in a year/hj I'm also learning ceramics!! and I'll take drawing requests!! :D (but if I dont want to do them you have to respect that.) Also be prepared for alot of me screeching about random things.

THE WARNINGS ⚠️

I am in alot of horror/thriller fandoms!! So on my blog you will see: teeth, gore, worms, insects, child murder, murder, eye imagery, clowns, animatronics, manikins, weapons, and so on if you are uncomfortable with any of these things I will be doing my best to add warnings to all of my posts that have the above topics but if you don't want to take any chances please leave.(also if there are anyways where I could improve/add any warnings please tell me.)

ALSO I may or may not reblog/post about political topics or religion (specifically Christianity) i will be putting warnings on these posts but please be careful and leave this blog if it will be harmful for you!

MY BOUNDARIES/DNIs 🛑

Okay! So these are my boundaries please respect them!

Please do not interact if you are: racist, homophobic, transphobic, abilest, proshipper, p*rn bot, pedophile, fatphobic, etc.

Please do not talk about Christianity (I have religious trama) unless I have brought the topic up. anyone who is Christian please do not interact with this blog even if you support lgbtq+ and are not just a total asshole please dont interact im sure your a great person just please do not interact.

DO NOT steal my art if you do repost it please make sure to ask for my permission first and to give me credit and if you don't ill steal your knee caps

Please be patient with me and spelling. I absolutely suck at it and auto correct is my life line. You can totally point out spelling/ Grammar mistakes I make but please don't be rude about it.

And please tell me if I have said/done/rebloged anything harmful, offensive, misinformed, annoying, or rude.

THE FANDOM/INTERESTS LIST 👁

Credit: @/burntoutuserboxes

There are alot of fandoms that I am in so this list is very big and ever expanding!!!

The Penumbra Podcast (i am still on season 3 please no spoilers!)

SIAMÉS

Fools gold DnD campaign

Nimona

Barbie

Hollow knight

Sonic

Teenage mutant ninja turtles (most shows and comics i haven't seen all of them.)

Lego monkie kid

The magnus archives (I have been spoiled on like the whole thing so spoilers are fine!)

Welcome to nightvale (I have not finished year 3 please no spoilers!)

Hello from the hallowoods( I have just started so no spoilers please!)

Malevolent (i have also just started!)

Minecraft

Stray

Last of us

The owl house

Amphibia

Gravity falls

Dead end paranormal park

Spiderman into the spiderveres

BNA

Mob Psycho

Promise neverland

Pokemon

Spiritfarer

Five nights at freddy's

Bendy and the ink machine

Detroit become human

Stardew valley (please no spoilers please!)

Hell followed with us

The girl from the other side

The crane wives

The amazing devil

Pottery/ceramics

Painting/drawing

AND FINALLY TAGS/ ORIGINAL WORKS#️⃣

I have 3 tags i will hopefully have a tag for ask soon but I am procrastinating

#my art -- This as a bunch of fanart of the fadoms I am in and just artpeices I've made

#my pottery -- This is all my pottery pieces and the progress! :D

#To Find A Home -- this is a story im making and im so excited to share my ocs!!!

Thank you for reading!!! Please talk to me if we have any fadoms in common! I want to make friends!! :D

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

HELLO, BABY BARBER! PT. 2

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

HELLO, BABY BARBER! PT.2

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Welcome home Lily.

Warnings: none.

A/N: English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own. 

Word count: 1791

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Picture not mine, if it is yours let me know so I can give you credit :)

                                     ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Sunday morning. Annie opened her eyes, she was still in the hospital. Doctor Stevens told her she wanted them to spend the night there just to check everything was fine with her and her baby.

It was around 9 a.m. when Andy helped her to change.  She felt sore, tired and uncomfortable. “How you feeling, honey?”

“Like a truck hit me.”

“Good morning!” Nurse Betty walked in, with Lily in her basinet. “Someone’s a little hungry.” She passed Lily to Annie, as soon as Annie put Lily near her breast, the little baby began sucking on her nipple. “See, very hungry.” She giggled and left them alone.

Half an hour later Lily was drifting off, her small eyes opening and closing as Annie talked to her. Andy’s phone dinged.

“Who is it?”

“Seb. He and Sharon brought Jake. I’ll go get them.” Annie smiled and nodded.

Andy went downstairs and Jake run towards his dad.

“Is baby here?!”

“Shhhh, we can’t be loud here.” Jake put his finger on his lips, “Yes, your sister is here.”

“Sister??” Jake eyes shone, “Is a girl?”

“Yes, buddy. It’s a girl. Wanna meet her?”

5 minutes later or so, Andy walked in carrying Jake, followed by Sebastian and Sharon.

“Ok, buddy, what we just talk about?”

“No loud noises, scare baby.”

Andy walked to the left side of the bed, Annie was sitting on the bed holding Lily.

“Hi, sweetie.” Annie moved so Jake could see her sister, “This is Lily. Your baby sister.”

Jake leaned in to see her, his mouth was slightly agape. “Hi, Lily. I Jake, I your big brother.”

“Wanna hold her?” Andy said and he nodded. He placed Jake on the bed next to Annie. She passed the small baby to the kid.

“Don’t move too much, ok?” Jake nodded as Annie put Lily’s head on his arm.

“Hi, Lily.” Jake whispered and kissed her forehead. He then turned to see Annie with glossy eyes. “She is pretty.” And a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Oh, sweetie! Don’t cry.” Annie kissed the top of his head, “Are you happy?”

“Yes.” Lily cooed, “Oh! What is?”

“I think she is saying hi too.”

“How you feeling?” Sharon asked.

“Tired, but I’m well.”

“Congratulations. Both of you.” Sebastian said.

“Thank you, wanna hold her?” Andy said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Sebastian said.

“He is scared of babies.” Sharon said rolling her eyes.

“What are you going to do when you guys have one?” Annie asked.

Annie and Lily were discharged at 11 a.m. of October 16th. They all walked into the house half an hour later. Annie was carrying Lily wrapped in a soft white blanket.

“Time for a small tour, Lily.” She began walking around the house followed by Jake. “This is the living room, we watch movies here, you are too little now, but when you grow you’ll know what movies are.” She moved to the next room. “This is the dining room, we eat here, and there” She pointed to the kitchen, “Is where I cook. Now you can’t have food, but don’t worry I have plenty of milk to feed you.”

Andy was watching the interaction of her wife with their baby, he found adorable the little tour she was giving to Lily. Annie walked towards the stairs. She hissed when she took the first step.

“Honey, I got her.” Annie passed Lily to Andy. “Use the handrail.”

They walked to the second floor.

“Me, I show me room!” They walked into Jake’s room, “I sleep here and I have toys! You like toys?” Lily was soundly asleep, “Ammm she likes toys?”

“I’m sure she does, sweetie.” Annie said, “You have to be patient with her, she can’t play or talk now.” Jake nodded, “But when she can I’m sure you two will have a lot of fun.”

They moved to the nursery, “This is it. This is your new home now.” Andy said, “We hope you like it.” Andy placed the baby in the crib. “Welcome home, princess.” Annie was leaning against the door frame, she yawned and Andy turned to see her. “I think your mommy needs a nap too.” Annie shook her head, “Come on, honey. You need to rest.”

Once in their bedroom, Annie laid down, exhaustion was taking over her body.

“Is it normal to be this tired?” She asked.

“Yes, honey. Remember what the doctor said.”

“When Lily is sleeping I should sleep too.”

“Exactly.” Andy caressed her cheek. “I’ll be downstairs.”

“Can I have Lily here? Just in case she wakes up.”

“Honey, you’ll hear her if she wakes up, trust me.” Andy pulled the throw blanket at the end of the bed and cover Annie’s small form, “We’ll be here when you wake up.” He kissed her head and leave her alone to rest.

Andy walked out of the room and to the hall stopping at Jake’s room.

“Hey, buddy.” Jake turned to see his dad, “Wanna go out with me? I have some things to do.”

“Yes!” Andy put his finger over his lips, “Oh, shhh. Sorry.”

Annie woke up when she heard Lily crying in the nursery. She walked there, and took the baby in her arms, the smell of a dirty diaper filled her nose.

“Oh! I got it princess, don’t worry.” She quickly cleaned Lily and changed her diaper. She couldn’t believe she had a baby, she had wanted to be a mom for so long and now that Lily was here she felt like she was dreaming. She closed the little buttons in between Lily’s legs, “All set! What you think? Did I do well?”

“Mommy?” Jake’s soft voice made Annie snapped from her thoughts, “Daddy said food is ready.”

“Your dad cooked?” She made a horror expression and Jake laughed, “Alright Lily, let’s see what your dad made for us.”

Annie walked down the stairs with Lily in her arms, she put her on the baby carrier and took her to the kitchen and put her on the counter.

“I just change her diaper!” Annie said proudly.

“How it went?” Andy said as he stir something in a pan.

“She didn’t complain.” Andy laughed

“That’s good, honey.”

“What are we having?”

“I just bought Italian. Hope that’s ok?”

“It’s perfect. I actually thought you cooked.”

“Thought about it, but I figure I can have my wife food poisoned after she gave birth to my child.”

“Smart choice!”

It was not that Andy didn’t know how to cook. He made really good sandwiches, he was good with barbecue and he could cook soup from a can but, for some reason that no one understood, not even him, whenever he tried to cook something else either the food got burned or it was extremely salty.

“Dad you show her?!” Jake came into the kitchen all excited.

“Show me what?”

“Jake, we said it was going to be a surprise!”

“Yes! Surprise mommy!” Andy rolled his eyes.

“What’s the surprise?”

“Ok, so earlier today, after you fell asleep, we went out…”

“You left me alone?”

“Ammm, yeah kinda. I mean you were pretty much out.”

“That’s not an excuse, Andy! What if I needed you?”

“I needed to buy food for us.”

“So the food is the surprise?”

“Not quite.” Annie crossed her arms, “Alright,” Andy took off his hoodie revealing his naked chest, “I went to get another tattoo.”

Right on his left peck, opposite to Jake’s footprint tattoo was Lily’s footprint. The tattoo was in black ink, the skin around it was a bit red. Annie uncrossed her arms.

“That’s…” her eyes watered, “Aw!” she got closer to see the tattoo better.

“Are you mad?”

“No, this is so cute, baby.”

“I got one too!” Jake said all of the sudden showing his slim arm. He had the same footprint, only smaller. Andy saw Annie was about to lose it.

“It was made with a pen.” A small “oh” escaped Annie’s lips. “And there’s one more thing?” Andy took a black velvet square box from his pocket, “I hope you like it.” Inside was a gold bracelet with 3 charms, each one of the charm had a letter: A, J and L.

“My god, this is beautiful. You didn’t have to!” Andy took the bracelet and put it on her wrist.

“So, are we good? Do you forgive me for leaving you alone?”

“Yeah, you got me food and jewelry.”

“I show Lily.” Jake climb on one of the stools in front of the baby carrier, “Hi, sistah! Look we made your foot!” Jake put his arm in front of Lily’s face, her small eyes half closed, “I don’t think she sees.”

“I told you sweetie. You have to patient with your sister.”

Lily stretched her small arms and legs and cooed.

“She likes!” Jake said excitedly.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. It was 8 o’clock and Annie was sitting on her rocking chair with Lily in her arms as she sang a lullaby for her. Andy was standing by the door, looking at how careful his wife was with their child, how she caressed Lily’s chubby cheeks and head as she smiled lovingly to her. He had never felt so happy; even when he was married with Laurie he knew something was missing, but now he felt complete. When he paid attention to Annie again she was now drifting off, Lily was closer to her chest peacefully sleeping. He walked to her, and took Lily in her arms making Annie whimpered.

“Shhh, it’s just me honey. I’m putting her in the crib.”

Annie meekly nodded resting her head against the back of the rocking chair. He gave Lily a small kiss over her forehead.

“Have a good night, princess.”

He then walked to Annie and took her in his arms and walked to their room. He placed Annie on the bed and covered her with the comforter.

“You did great today, honey.” He whispered to her, and just like he did with Lily, he kissed the forehead of his wife. “I love you. Thank you for making me feel whole again.”

[smilesrobotlover]

Just wanted to let you know that your art has been reposted on r/Mipha, without linking, but credit. (credit being: bye robot lover)

... Shall I go wage war on them, or are you okay with the repost?

(I'll go link all of the posts the art was took from in the comments section.)

I have to ask, did they actually type “bye robot lover” or was that a typo? Cuz I def want my actual username “smilesrobotlover” to be credited.

Honestly, I’d prefer it if you asked me permission before reposting my art, or even linking my art instead of reposting it, but reposting WITH me being credited is fine. Since this person didn’t need to be hunted down and forced to give credit, I’ll let it slide. I appreciate them mentioning me. All I want is for people to know that I was the one who drew the stuff. But again, I want it to be my correct username so people can look for my blog. No spaces, fancy words, or anything.

Again, I’d prefer it if I was asked, or if it was linked. Knowing that people are saying things about my art without me knowing makes me uncomfortable so reposting isn’t something I’m super ok with. But credit is most important to me. If someone reposts my stuff without credit or they lazily say “credit to the artist” THEN I’d like it if you asked them to credit me or to take down the post (preferably taking down the post cuz they lost their reposting privileges)

Thanks for letting me know!

[snoreyua]

ー GUIDELINES

PART ONE › REQUESTS

requests are OPEN! i will be ok to write most of them but topics that i will NOT write about are...

001. GROUPS OTHER THAN ENHYPEN - enha is my ult group and i feel most comfortable writing about them. however i may allow some requests for other boy groups in my stan list (located in my navigation)

002. NSFW TOPICS OR REQUESTS - i am a minor and there are minors who read my work. any requests, mentions and topics of nsfw or hard thoughts will not be condoned here

003. GROUP SHIPS - ships within the group like sunki or jaywon. i won't write about them if you send a request

004. MALE READER POV - i'm not a male and it's just something i'm not very comfortable writing with. i mainly write from a female pov but gender neutral pov is fine to request

005. DARK THEMES - murder, stalking, mafia au etc are not things i'm comfortable with writing about. not very heavy yandere themes are ok!

006. STEPDAD/(STEP)SIBLING INCEST - i'm against this in general and this makes me very uncomfortable to even read this

if i haven't mentioned or specified a topic above, feel free to ask!!

PART TWO › BLOG RULES

general points so that this blog has the right community so that everyone can have a good time here!!

001. HAVE BASIC MANNERS - please treat me and everyone with respect and kindness. if you have something to say, please state it in a polite manner even if you're critiquing my work (which im 100% fine with btw!)

002. WRITE/READ SMUT ABOUT UNDERAGED IDOLS - i think it's self explanatory, you're just disgusting if you do that

003. NO PLAGIARISING/RESHARING WITHOUT MY PERMISSION - the work i share is all mine unless i say otherwise and i do not appreciate anyone who tries to steal it. taking inspo from my work is fine but please credit me!! in addition, reblogs are welcome but please dont repost my work on different platforms without asking me first

004. USE SOME COMMON SENSE - if i haven't mentioned a rule here, it does NOT mean you can do it. i hope discrimination, hate speech etc are given and that you should not being doing it in general

[maudiemoods]

I think I might stop posting my art hrnnrnnnrn

I'm just really frustrated with reposters right now. I HATE seeing my art and my mutuals art reuploaded on a different site without permission or credit. You reposters are ruining everything I swear. If you're reading this and you are one of them, screw off. You're the problem. It doesn't take much brain power to realize that it's not ok to take someone else's art. I mean, come on?? Is the concept really that hard to understand?? I don't care that I'm being mean right now. You all need to do better. If you're reposting with permission and credit that's completely fine! But you need BOTH. You can't just repost with credit! Most artists want to know where their art is going! It's not that hard!

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Contract

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: This specific chapter talks about a Dom/sub contract. I did a lot of research into this and this is a pretty standard agreement. While not a legally binding agreement, the couples I have spoken to about this subject have all agreed that the agreement is for the safety of everyone involved. I wanted to stay true and respectful of those who are in this type of relationships.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Primero

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Bucky, Steve and Belle made it down to the garage. Steve held Belle’s hand as he walked to his Audi SUV. He opened her door to let her in. Once Steve was in and Bucky was in the driver seat, Bucky turned to. Belle.   “Address?”

“Sorry, Main St, Jersey City.”  Belle looked out the window and. Bucky took off.  The couple sat in silence as Bucky drove.  He was playing some 40s station but the music was soothing to Belle. Her knee bounced and Steve placed a hand to stop her.  

“Talk to me? Please?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me how you are feeling.” Belle’s eyes flicked to Bucky and back.  She looked down.  Steve pressed a button and a privacy screen went up.  “Please Isabella.  Are you regretting this?”

Belle kept her head down but shook her head. “No, I’m sorry.  I just don’t like to talk about the singing.” 

“Why?”

Belle looked at Steve with a hard look.   “You said you wouldn’t pry.” 

“Ok, you’re right. I’m sorry.”  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  “How do you feel about this morning?”

She blushed.  “It hurt a little but mostly felt really good.” She smiled. “I would like to do that again.” 

“As would I, Isabella.” He smiled.  “When can I see you again?”

“I have work and school.” 

“Do you have time to do research?”

“Research?”

Steve reached into the pocket of the seat in front of him.  A Manila envelope comes out.  “This is the contract for our relationship.  Review it, take notes, do your research.  If you have questions, just ask me.  You have my number.” 

“What if I don’t want to ask you some of those questions?”

“About that.” He pulled a sheet from the envelope.  “This is a non-disclosure agreement.  It means that anything we do together is between us.  It protects you from being hurt by me in the public and vice versa.”  He handed her a pen. 

She glanced at the sheet and signed.  “Does this include last night?”

“Yes. I value discretion Isabella.  I don’t need the world to know my private life.” 

“I wouldn’t say anything. I just wanted to make sure.  But can I talk to Lila?  I just have general questions.” 

“You could ask me.”  

“No, I really can’t. I just need to know the girl side of things.” 

“If you trust her, fine.  I would rather you ask me but I want you to be comfortable with your body.”  She nodded at his statement. 

Steve never let go of her hand as they arrived at her apartment building.  He moved to the trunk and pulled out a laptop bag.  “I didn’t know if you have a laptop but in here is one for you as well as a new phone.” 

“I don’t need these things.”

“But I want you to have it.  Use them or don’t.  It’s up to you.”  Steve kissed her gently, causing Belle to close her eyes.  “Do the research.  I’ll pick you up from work on Friday.” 

Belle finally opened her eyes.  Steve smiled and kissed her forehead.  “Have a nice Sunday Isabella.   Study hard.”  He climbed back into the SUV and they took off.  She went up to her apartment and noticed Lila wasn’t home.  She went to put away the laptop bag and hopped into the shower.  Once she was out, she wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her room.  She jumped as Lila was now sitting on her bed. 

“So where were you?” 

“With Steve,” she said simply. She started to dry her hair. 

Lila placed her hands on her hips. “With Steve?  That’s it.  You left drunk from the bar.  Scott has been calling me looking for you. And all you are giving me is that you were with Steve?”

“Lila, I’m fine.  He took care of my hangover ass.” 

“With new clothes I see.” Lila grabbed Belle into a hug.  “Are you sure that you’re ok?”

“I’m perfect Lila.  I’m going to see Steve again on Friday.” 

“Nice.  He is gorgeous.  His friend is yummy.”  

“Yeah?  Nice.  Did he get your number?”

“Yep,” with a pop on the end.  “Taking to me to dinner on Wednesday since you have class late.”  

“Good.  Hope he is a gentleman.” 

“I don’t,” she said with a mischievous smile.  Lila looked at the envelope on the bed.  “What’s this?”

“Just some notes I need to review.  Are you hungry?” 

“Yeah, gonna make something?”

“Pasta, I think.” 

“Sounds good.  Need help with that assignment?”  She pointed to the envelope.  “It’s not like you to leave assignments to the last minute.” 

Belle turned to walk to the kitchen, hiding her blush.  “I didn’t, just reviewing.” She started to cook but looked for her phone.   She walked back into her room and still couldn’t find it.   She reached for the laptop bag and the new phone slid out.  She tapped it and there was a message waiting. 

SR: Ok, so this phone is secure.  It can’t be hacked.  Bucky switched it while we were out.  Please don’t be mad. I just want you safe.

Belle rolled her eyes and scrolled through the phone.  All of her apps were there and her music so she switched on some 80s to cook. 

After dinner, she went to her room and closed the door. She pulled out the contract and started to read.

CONTRACT OF CONSENSUAL OWNERSHIP

The purpose of this contract is to:

1. state the full mutual consent of the undersigned regarding this relationship.

2. to clearly define the responsibilities and duties of both Dom and sub.

3. to clearly establish a safe word, and limits.

4. explain the use of punishment and clearly define what punishment is, the implements to

be used and to make clear the other nonphysical punishments and what they entail.

5. foster a greater sense of communication between Dom and sub.

This contract is in no way legally binding, and is meant only to better understand the needs, duties and responsibilities of Dom and sub.

I, Isabella Maria Davis, hereinafter referred to as the submissive, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual slavery to Steven Grant Rogers, hereinafter referred to as dominate, for the period of 90 days, beginning at midnight on Friday, May 30th. 

This agreement may be terminated at any time before the above-named date by either party only in the event of breach of contract. On the above-named date this agreement will be reviewed, negotiated and rewritten or terminated.

Details of Contract

1. sub agrees to obey to the best of her/his ability, and to devote herself/himself entirely to the pleasure and desires of their Dom. The sub also renounces all rights to her own pleasure, comfort, or gratification except insofar as permitted by their Dom. The submissive will not enter into an outside relationship while with the Dominant.

The Dominant agrees to learn what excites the submissive through exploration and communication and try to incorporate this into the relationship.

2. The Dominant accepts full responsibility of submissive. This includes but is not limited to: the sub's survival, health, physical well being, and mental well being. The sub accepts full responsibility for informing the Dom of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also states that the Dom's decision will be final regarding these issues. The Dom agrees that sub will not be punished for respectfully stating these concerns. The Dom further agrees to listen to the sub's concerns with a clear and open mind. The Dom shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon the sub which might require the attention of someone outside relationship.

 3. The sub agrees at all times to make their body readily available to the Dom for his use. The sub will have hair washed and brushed in the style the Dom prefers at all times. The sub agrees to wear any and all clothing the dom picks.

4. The sub acknowledges that she will not sleep in the same bed of the dom unless desired by the dom.  The dom agrees to move the sub to her room if necessary. 

5. The sub agrees to accept the responsibility of using a safe word when necessary. The sub acknowledges that safe word is "red" and safe signal is "blue". The Dom accepts the responsibility of assessing situations where the sub calls safe word and will, to the best of his ability, make judgement on whether to modify the activity or stop activity entirely. The sub agrees to hold no ill will due to the Dom's decision. The Dom agrees not to punish sub for the use of a safe word.

6. The sub agrees to answer any and all questions asked by the Dom freely, promptly, and to the best of their knowledge. The sub further agrees to volunteer any information that the Dom should know regarding the sub's physical or emotional state. The Dom agrees to never use this information to harm the sub in any way.

7. The Dom agrees to furnish all toys such as vibrators, etc. and punishment implements such as crops and whips. The sub agrees to clean and maintain all toys, have them available for the Dom's use at all times, and inform the Dom of any needed repairs or replacements.

8. The sub agrees to allow the following during any scene: bondage, suspension, anal play, toys, massage oil, whipping, and other that are added in the future.

9. The subs states that her limits are, but are not limited to: Blood play, knife play, gun play and other to be added after discussion. The Dom agrees to never violate these limits without prior negotiation of, and consent by, the sub.

10. The sub agrees to address the Dom as ‘Mr. Rogers’, ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ unless otherwise directed. The sub agrees to speak respectfully to the Dom at all times, including times not spent in a scene. The Dom may address the sub in any way he so chooses.

11. The Dom agrees to furnish slave with a symbolic token of ownership. The sub agrees to wear this symbol at all times, except when The Dom states to do so would be inappropriate or would non-consensually involve others.

12. The sub agrees and understands that any infractions of this agreement, or any act the sub commits which displeases the Dom, will result in punishment. The sub will gracefully accept punishment and try to learn from it. The sub agrees to assemble the punishment materials as ordered by the Dom and assume any position needed to accept the punishment. The sub understands that failure to comply with the Dom's orders will result in a more severe punishment. The Dom will inform the sub that they are being punished when punishment occurs. The Dom will explain the reason for punishment either before, during, or following punishment. The Dom agrees to discipline only out of a desire to better the sub, and further agrees to never punish out of, or during, feelings of anger.

Signed, this __________ day of ____________, 20___.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

NEXT

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[thatredheadwriter]

New Beginnings, Chapter 3

This is a Blackguard fic, because well, Pete Davidson is sexy as hell, especially in the five minutes he gets in Suicide Squad. This takes place in an AU where Blackguard still alerted the Corto Maltesian military that they were coming, but didn't die. He was electrocuted at some point, disabling the bomb/GPS tracker in his brain. He sneaks off the island in the wheel-well of a departing plane, but is injured after parachuting out over an isolated forest area in the Appalachian mountains. He finds a cabin and is staying there, fighting off an infection when the cabin's owner catches him off guard. Will be written in the perspectives of the female OC and Richard Hertz.

This is a multi-part fic that WILL contain smut. All parts will contain swearing. This chapter of the fic is not NSFW, however, my blog is only for those 18+ as a general rule. Do not re-publish or cross post without my explicit written permission (reposts with credit are ok).

(Author's Note: This is a shorter, kinda filler-ish chapter. I do think it's necessary to further the story line, but it's definitely not the most exciting part. I promise the next one will involve more character development, and possible even some ~spice~.)

Warnings include:

firearms

knives

swearing

drinking

(Author's Note: So, this is a pretty short filler chapter, if I'm being completely honest. I really need to keep this moving or else I'm not going to ever finish it. Hoping to establish some emotional connection.)

Dick was enjoying this whole 'roommates' thing he had going on. Elle was busy doing her own shit most of the time, he had a room to escape to when she started nagging. Not to mention she was pretty hot.

He was usually attracted to the dumb blonde types who typically hung out around guys like him. They didn't care about what he did for a living or that he'd never met his dad. They only cared that he gave them sex whenever they wanted and treated them like shit. But Elle made him want to be a better person, and he hated that.

A knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts. Elle opened the door and stuck her head in.

"Hey, I'm going to make dinner. Do you want anything?"

Dick thought for a moment. He could say no and keep his distance, or he could say yes and figure out why he felt this way.

"Uh, sure. What are you fixing?"

"White chicken chili, is that ok with you?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec.”

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It was more like an hour, but Dick came out wearing some clothes he'd found in the closet. They smelled a little stale, but they still smelled a lot better than his boxers and undershirt he'd been wearing since he dropped out of that plane. He'd showered for the first time in days, and actually combed his hair.

Elle looked shocked when he came out of the bathroom. She looked him up and down, and he couldn't help but give a little twirl.

"You look much less disgusting," she laughed, turning back to the stove and stirring the food.

"I mean, I'm still a slimeball, but at least I don't smell like one."

They sat at the dining room table eating in silence, with only the clinking of silverware on bowls.

"How's your leg doing?" Elle broke the silence and looked over at him across the table.

"Fine. It's not infected or whatever, and it hurts a lot less."

"Good to know..."

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Elle was confused to say the least. Dick had gone from near recluse to a guy who was wearing flannel and eating dinner with her at the dining room table. She was even more shocked when he offered to take her bowl to the kitchen. They moved to the living room, and Elle was scrolling through her phone when Dick cleared his throat.

"So, the other day, when you said that thing about your dad...what was that about?”

Elle shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She decided if they were going to get into the heavy topics, she might as well get buzzed first.  She began searching the lower cabinets in the kitchen for an old jar of moonshine she knew her uncle had stashed in there years ago.

"It's just that, my dad and I are a lot alike, which means we never get along. I finished my degree last year and he thinks I should have been an engineer or a doctor or whatever." She stood up with the jar of clear liquid in hand.

"So what's your degree in?"

"Communications. Do you want some of this?" she asked holding up the jar as she rummaged through the other cabinets in search of glasses.

"What is it?"his face screwed up in confusion.

"It's 125 proof, thirty year old moonshine."

"Then hell yeah." Elle grabbed two glasses and brought them over to the coffee table and poured a nip in each of them. Dick raised his eyebrows, in a 'is that all your giving me' gesture. "So, communications, is that like, bad?"

"No, but it's kind of a generalist degree for an industry that's ridiculously hard to break into. I've been on twenty job interviews in the past six months, and applied to over a hundred jobs." Elle watched as Dick brought the glass up to his lips and fell apart as he nearly choked on the liqour.

"Ah, fuck. That's really strong," he wheezed out, squinting his eyes as he tried to get it down his throat.

"Yeah, it's not something you sip." Elle took a drink of her own and downed it with a simple grimace and shake of her head.

"Damn," Dick said, his eyes still watering a bit, "so your dad's disappointed in you?"

"I don't know. He just always told me I'd never get a job with a communications degree and now he's right. He's always right."

"Sounds like an ass." Dick downed the rest of his glass like a shot and didn't lose his composure this time.

"He's not, I just don't like being wrong. Besides, he wants me to sell this place."

"Really?"

"Yep. And he has more of a connection to this place than I do. Such an asshole move."

Elle could feel the alcohol starting to take effect. She poured herself some more and refilled Dick's glass before sitting back into the sofa. Turns out some moonshine was all she needed to lighten up and spill her guts to a total stranger.

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Elle woke up the next morning with the hangover to end all hangovers. She stumbled into the main living area searching for a glass of water and as much ibuprofen as she could safely take.

"You slept well," a too loud voice assaulted her eardrums.

"Shhhhh," she drew out quietly, squinting to try and keep the afternoon sun out of her eyes. Elle found what she was looking for and quickly downed it.

"You know, it's one in the afternoon," Dick said as she settled into the armchair with her back to the window.

"Did we drink all of that last night?" Elle groaned.

"No, but you probably would have if I'd let you keep going."

"I don't even remember most of the night, what happened?"

"Well, we talked about our parents and about your college stuff and my rap sheet. And at one point you opened up Spotify and tried to get me to dance with you."

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, it gets way better. After that, you decided you wanted to go hunting, so I disassembled your rifle so you wouldn't accidentally shoot me. Then you ran to the bathroom where I held your hair for thirty minutes. When you were finished I helped you into bed, which is when you tried to kiss me."

As he spoke, Elle felt herself grow more and more flushed as went on, until she actually buried her face in her hands.

"I'm so, so sorry. I don't usually drink that much."

"I can tell," Dick laughed. Elle couldn't help but laugh with him.

The crunch of tires on gravel made both of them snap their heads toward the front windows. Dick stood up and went to the window and looked out. A black SUV with tinted windows was rambling up the drive. Elle came and stood on the other side of the window.

"That anybody you know?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"No," she moved towards the door.

"Let me go," Dick grabbed her arm lightly, "I'll take care of it."

"That's not a good idea. You're practically a fugitive, and pretty recognizable," she gestured to his bleached hair, "I can take care of myself."

Dick thought for a moment before agreeing, "Ok, fine. But I'll cover you from here."

"As long as you don't accidentally shoot me in the ass," she said, grabbing her hunting rifle and stepping out the front door.

A man in a business suit stepped out of the vehicle as Elle stepped out onto the front porch, the rifle held loosely in one hand and pointed towards the ground. He slipped off a pair of wrap-around sunglasses and started walking toward the house.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he smiled as he stopped a few feet short of the house.

"This is private property."

"I'm well aware. I presume you're Ms. Park, the owner of this fine property."

"I am. Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Derek Graber, I'm with Coinman Realty group. My company has had some contact with your relatives about possibly purchasing this property."

"I know. They told me. I'm not interested."

"If you could just look over our proposal," his million watt smile faltered a bit.

"I am not selling. Tell your bosses. Stop bothering me and my family, and you can kindly fuck off."

Graber's smile fell completely. He swallowed and reaffixed the smile.

"Just, take this," he pulled a folder from his jacket and held it out. Elle took it cautiously. "It explains everything you would get in compensation, and our plans for the property, should you decide to sell."

"Ok, now get out," Elle said setting the folder in the porch chair behind her, and shifted the gun in her hands. The man threw his hands up in a mock surrender before turning back to his car.

"You have a good day miss."

Elle stayed on the porch and watched him turn around and drive away, waiting until she could no longer hear it before turning to go inside.

"I don't trust him," Dick was still at his place by the window, and was just now holstering his weapon.

"Yeah, he's a real estate skeez."

"No, I mean, he was carrying."

"You think he was armed?" Elle set the rifle up in the corner.

"Didn't you see the way he was walking? It was like his right leg was heavier than the left. Tell-tale sign of an ankle piece."

"A lot of people are armed up here."

"Yeah, but most of them aren't driving SUVs with bulletproof glass and wearing thousand dollar suits."

"Do you think he's up here looking for you?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think that's the last we'll be seeing of him."

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[dam-mango-cheese]

ok hi I just wanted to come on here to say that this fandom really needs to get our shit together. it's not just about the toxicity and stuff, it's the rude and toxic things we've normalized to the point that we don't even notice when someone does it. so here goes a list of stuff we need to stop doing also I'm pissed rn sorry if I come off as rude. this is also not directed at anyone in particular so please don't take offense.

uh giving credit????? "giving credit who??" you may ask. well. let's start with artists. if you repost someone's art, pLEASE for the love of god give credit. it's not that hard. if you find art on google, pinterest, etc. and don't know who to credit, then don't post it??? it really is that easy. or you could do a reverse image search, if you don't know how to do that on your device, google it. if you don't know what google is?? go back to that rock you were living under before thanks.

moving onto the second part of the giving credit point. CHECK THEIR PROFILE BEFORE POSTING. many artists don't allow reposts. or sometimes they want you to ask for permission first. some artists also allow "normal" reposts but not for example in video edits. so please do check their bio and/or any highlights titled "important!" or something similar.

next we have the way of crediting. please do tag the artist in the actual post. so many people tend to just mention them in the caption. some even do it with the @/username instead of directly tagging them. I know for a fact most people prefer to be tagged in the actual post so please do. it's literally not that hard I don't see the problem?????

now pls remember to credit people who make textposts or memes too. an artist might spend more time on an artwork then your average meme maker spends on a post, but it's still important to credit them. even if we don't spend AS much time on our posts, doesn't mean we don't spend time on them. we take time out of our personal life to make posts for your enjoyment and if you think my post is good enough to repost you should certainly have the decency to at least give me credit tyvm.

now if you found the post on tumblr, twitter, etc. and don't know who to credit??? don't post it. or at least search their @ on instagram to see if they have the same/similar instagram username. you can also dm them on tumblr/twt/whatever and ask them if it's ok that you repost their stuff on instagram and if they have an instagram @ they would want you to use. if you don't do any of these at least write their username from another platform in the caption and mention to those who see the post on which platforms they can find whoever made the posts. that was a little messy but i hope it made sense.

i also wanna point out that the tagging point stands for memes, textposts, etc. too. it's really annoying when people can't bother to tag someone in the actual post. it's literally easier than tagging them in the caption what's the fkn problem?????

kinda like the last point but please tag both artists and other credits. like I'll see people who tag the artist on the first slide and then only tag textpist credits in the caption or just not credit memes and stuff at all???? like why?? if you know how to give credit to artists why is it so hard to do the same for other content?

finally moving on to something else. let's address the opinion stuff. this one's gna be short because my brain is empty rn. just let people have their own opinions. there's no need for you to go and state yours under someone else's post. usually all it does is to stir up drama, and believe me, no one wants that. this is especially to the people who can't state their opinion respectfully. if your opinion involves dragging someone else down or making them feel bad for what they think?? don't say it. don't. it doesn't make anyone feel better about anything and it's just rude and disrespectful. stop. thank you.

to the hardcore, toxic percabeth shippers: no <3. it's not cool of you to be 🤪the most hardcore percabeth shipper ever™️🤪. it's not a competition. it's just annoying. someone makes a perachel post??? big deal, none of your business. why does it matter that they ship perachel and you don't?? it's literally not a big deal let them have their opinion pls. someone says they ship pipabeth???? "NO PERCABETH IS THE ELITE SHIP FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!" 🤌throw your device across the room to release your anger🤌

now I've had this in my drafts for a while and one time I accidentally posted it, someone saw it before I had time to delete it and dm'd me to ask if all of this also applies when you reblog/retweet. obviously if you screenshotted someone's post or art all of the points above still stand. but if you just reblog or retweet, the original posters username will automatically showed and accessible so it's totally fine!

[sheep-sorbet]

this is the account owner of the aro account you mentioned in a post earlier. i’m so sorry! i found it posted in a different server and they had credited you, so i assumed it was fine to repost, which wasn’t cool. i checked to see if you had an insta i could tag, but couldn’t find one. it’s taken down now (i didn’t see the comments telling me to remove it for a few days, hadn’t been on the account since they had been posted). once again, i’m so sorry for the trouble!

Hi there!

Thank you for taking it down. That will be the end of me pretending to be okay with this.

You're the owner of that account, yeah? That means you are also the owner of the discord server that my art was posted to. Which means one of your friends (or someone else in the server) reposted my art to that server, and you decided from there that it was then OK to repost that to your Instagram account. Without asking permission or even sparing my page a glance.

Your Discord server is set up in such a way that encourages art theft, and indeed, your account thrives off of posting other people's content. My art isn't the only stolen art on there, and I say "stolen" because adding people's names without so much as a proper link back to the artist's page is not proper credit. Your account features reposted memes and educational content galore.

You've stated yourself to only be 18, so I'm going to be graceful and assume you genuinely do not understand why this is an issue. I am going to now explain to you why this is an issue. Take this as a learning experience.

Reposting people's art without their permission or knowledge is an inherently dick move. You seem to know this, but you don't seem to fully grasp why. The Reason it's harmful to artists is not solely because artists deserve credit, but also because it directs traffic away from the artist, who often desperately needs that traffic for themselves.

Let me put this into perspective for you. Your Instagram page, at the time of writing this, has 2,756 followers. My art blog? 216. That's it! 216! That's all I got.

I made that piece of art back in February of this year, for aro week. It did not pick up steam until recently, and has just only broken 1,200 notes. Your repost of my art, however, garnered up to 1,700 notes within the four days it was up.

That's right. Four days on your platform got you more engagement for my art than my platform got me over the course of eleven months.

And beyond just notes, who knows how many people saw your repost and now associate my art with you, instead of me? You credited me by name, but you did not link back to my page. I know from experience that nobody on Instagram is going to leave Instagram to go look up someone on a completely different platform. You put more effort into plugging your partners' Instagrams than you put into properly crediting and directing traffic back to me.

I'm going to be honest here. I would not give a shit at ALL that this happened if it were fanart. People could TRACE my fanart and I would not care at all. But this art that you took from me? It was extremely personal. I made it because I was upset with the widespread mistreatment aromantic people. The person in that image is me, that's my face, albeit a cartoonish version of it. You stole a part of me when you took my art and reposted it without my permission or knowledge, and you got significantly more reward for my work than I did.

It's entirely possible that your repost would have garnered another thousand notes, or more, if it had been left up. And none of it would have benefitted me at all- in fact, it actively detracted from my reach and would have continued to do so if it had stayed up. Because now, if someone went searching for that art? The first result that would come up would be your repost of it, not my original post. Because You have more reach than me.

I'm not trying to be a bitch, ok? But I really want to hammer home the fact that what you did is not okay. It's not okay for any of the other content you repost, either. And the fact that you are doing this on anonymous is frankly a little insulting to me, because I otherwise have no way of contacting you - as stated, I do not have an Instagram. The only reason I know about the discord server and what happened in there is because someone in that server shared that information with me. The only reason I know my art was reposted at all is because a kind stranger on Tumblr alerted my attention to it. You're effectively escaping all consequences by refusing to own up to this as yourself.

I'm not going to name drop your account or link that discord. But I am going to tell you my honest opinion. I think you need to either stop doing this, take down ALL of the reposted content on your account, and find another way to get followers that doesn't rely on stealing the fruits of other people's labor- or delete your Instagram account, because you clearly do not know how to get a following without fucking someone else over. I'm physically and mentally disabled, unemployed, financially unstable, I barely eat most days. Art is my ONLY income. That is the kind of vulnerable person you are screwing over when you do this. Learn from this experience and stop engaging in this behavior. Because next time this happens, you might steal the work of someone that is WAY pettier and WAY more vindictive than me.

I wish you well. I hope you understand better now. Ask again if you have any questions.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s time to tell everyone about the baby Barber.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  use of the pronoun they to refer a baby.

Word count: 1397

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF'S not mine, you can find the credits in each gif :)

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 June 13th, Andy’s birthday. He wasn’t actually a guy who like to celebrate his birthday with big parties, he liked going out for dinner, a small gathering nothing too extravagant. But this year Annie convinced him to be a little bit more bolt with his birthday celebration, so he decided to have a pool party and a barbecue during the weekend, it was the summer, so it seems appropriate. Annie rented a place for them, their family and friends. The place had a big pool, a grill area and a cabin.

Annie was now in her 4th month of pregnancy, her bump was a bit visible now, still small though, her jeans were tighter, and she began to wear baggy shirts and dresses to work to keep hiding her pregnancy. According to her doctor everything was perfectly fine, the baby was healthy, momma was healthy and Andy was over the moon watching how she was getting bigger as days passed by.

Andy put all the provisions, meat, beers, sodas, and their bags in the trunk of their car and headed out of town to where his birthday was taking place. By the time they got there, Sebastian, Sharon and Mark were already waiting and the rest of the people arrived 30 minutes after they did. Everyone was invited, people from Andy’s office, including Neal, Anthony and his family, Lynn and her husband, Pam and Phoebe, The Lopez and of course Annie’s family.

As soon as they walked in, the girls and the kids went straight to the pool area and the guys went to the grill to begin making the food. Except for Andy and Annie who stayed in the cabin. Annie grabbed her duffle bag and walked into the bathroom in the master bedroom. Andy was taking the rest of their bags and put them in the cabin, they planned to stay there for the night. He knocked on the bathroom door after he put the bags on the bed.

“Honey?” Another knock, “Everything ok? Are you feeling sick?”

Annie walked out wearing a baby pink bikini, her little bump was totally visible, Andy’s eyes shone when she saw her.

“Well, look at you. All pretty in pink.”

She walked to the full length mirror in one of the corners of the room, her hands caressing her bump a wide smile spread across her face. Andy walked behind her placing his hands on top of hers.

“How is our baby today?”

“They’re good.” She giggled when she felt Andy’s beard near her neck when he kissed her shoulder.

“I think it’s time, honey.” He gave her another kissed now in the back of her neck.

“Andy, everyone is waiting for you, you’re the birthday boy!”

“No, I’m not talking about sex.”

“Oh! So what are we talking about?” He caressed her bump.

“You said it, everyone is here. And you heard the doctor everything is fine with our baby.”

“But, Andy, I think we should wait.”

“Wait? Till when? When the baby is out of you?”

“We could do that.”

“You’ve got to be kidding! Look I know you are still a bit scare, but nothing bad will happened.”

“Well, you don’t know that cuz you are not a doctor.”

“Either you tell them or I will!” Annie thought about it for a second, “I want this to be my birthday present.”

“Huh! That’s a lot cheaper that what I bought for you. Can I returned your present then?”

“No, this will be my second present.”

“Ok, fine.”

“Yes!” Andy did a little dance making Annie laughed, “Can I know about my other present?”

Andy walked out of the cabin, going straight with the guys to chat for a bit, and Annie walked out a couple of minutes later wearing one of Andy’s t-shirts. The kids; Mark and Sharon were in the pool splashing water all over the place.

“Come on! Are you not coming in?” Sharon said pouting like a kid.

“You know, Jake and Luis are a bad influence for you.” Annie said and Sophie and Martha, who were laying on the loungers next to the pool, laughed, “I am coming in, ok? Just gimme a sec.”

Annie took the helm of the t-shirt, Andy was looking at his wife, pretending to be listening to his friends. Annie lifted his t-shirt revealing her pink bikini to everyone.

“Oh my god!” Martha, Sophie and Mark said at the same time.

“What?” Sharon said who was looking the front of Annie’s body, “What?” Annie turned to the side and showed her barely there belly. “OH MY GOD!!!!!”

The guys turned around when they heard Sharon’s loud voice.

“I’M PREGNANT!” Annie said at the top of her lungs feeling a great relief doing it.

Sharon and Mark jumped out of the pool and hugged her tightly, followed my Martha, Sophie, Pam and Lynn. The kids were still in the pool a bit confused about what was happening. Andy’s friends turned to see him, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Yeah!” Seb said and jumped to Andy’s arms. “Congratulations!” The rest of his friends padded his back or shook hands with him, expect for his brother in law, who was just staring at him.

“You got my sister pregnant?”

“Dude, what did you expect? They’re married, they have sex.” Neil said.

“Come on, man, no brother wants to know some guy is banging her little sister.” Anthony said.

“I’m… sorry?” Andy said with a clear fear on his voice.

“Sorry? I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!!” Tom hugged Andy squeezing him hard, “I know I already said this the day before the wedding, but do something to her or try to leave and I will hunt you down.”

“I would never dream of leaving her.” Andy said and Tom padded his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Annie laid down in one of the loungers, talking with her friends and sister in law. Sophie was talking about some things she thought were necessary for Annie during her pregnancy.

“I don’t mean to interrupt.” Martha said, “But she is not listening to you.”

“What?” Sophie turned to see Annie soundly asleep on the lounger, breathing steadily. “We should probably get her inside, she’s gonna sunburned if we don’t.”

“I got her.” Mark said. He took her in his arms, turned to see Andy who gave him a reassuring nod and headed to the cabin.

Andy walked into the bedroom in the cabin. Annie was still sleeping covered by the comforter. He walked slowly and sat next to her. His hand went to caress her cheek.

“Honey?” He kept touching her cheek, “Wake up, baby girl.” Annie stirred, her eyes fluttering open, “There you are.” Annie looked around, she wasn’t around the pool that’s for sure. She looked a bit confused. “You fell asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. They understood.” Annie nodded, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna come with me, so we can eat together? I made you a rib sandwich with barbecue sauce and extra pickles.”

Her mouth watered when Andy said pickles. She smiled and stood up ready to leave when Jake appear in front of them, droplets of water dripping from him.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“What is praganant?” He said with a frown on his brow.

“Oh!” They had totally forgot to have this conversation with him. They haven’t told him anything in fear he will said something to other people. “Jake, sweetie. I’m having a baby. You are going to be a big brother!”

“Really?!” he began jumping up and down, “Santa, finally listen!” Andy and Annie laughed. “Where is the baby?”

“In here.” Annie pointed to her tummy.

“You eat the baby?”

“No, Jake, the baby lives in there until is ready to go out.” Andy explained.

“When is the baby out?”

“Mmmm like in November.” Annie said.

“That’s so away! I want the baby now.”

“Darling, we can’t have that. The baby needs to grow and then you’ll meet him or her.” Annie replied.

“I want the baby is a girl.”

“We’ll see. Ok, buddy?” Andy said.

“Yes! Ok!” Jake lifted his arms so Andy could carry him outside.

The baby was finally out of the bag and Annie never thought she could feel this excited to finally say she was pregnant. The three of them left the cabin to enjoy their meal and to keep celebrating Andy’s birthday.