#my parents never let me go to the movies as it is inappropriate for a lady of my standing to attend such events

[lesbicastagna]

remembered that one time a colleague went on a tirade about how all musicals movies suck and i was like well but they can be well made...like for example the brian de palma's one..

and this guy Stopped dead in his tracks and went. oh my god YOU Know brian de palma???

men are such losers i swear to god. its so funny once you get over the misogyny

[mywritersmind]

NOT SO HAPPY HOLIDAYS - LN4

↳pt.3

christmas special

part one - part two

summary : He’s still annoying, just happens to have a charming face that softens the blow. While Y/n and Max continue their sibling rivalry, P plays matchmaker, and two idiots are left alone with a cheesy romance movie and a persistent ex.

og summary : Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.

listen up : dual pov! brothers best friend! kissing😳 suggestive content. swearing. BANTERRRRR

words : 4158

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She doesn’t see me yet. I definitely see her.

She’s on her tippy toes that are covered in festive fluffy socks. My gaze drags up her legs to her ass, she’s got these nauseatingly tiny shorts on and a cropped baggy shirt to match.

Her arm is outstretched to try and get a mug but I can’t focus on anything but her. She’s biting her lip, a frustrated look on her face that’s making my mind think very inappropriate things. Her hair is messy and looking perfectly pullabl-

“Shit!” She reaches it, and promptly drops it, causing it to smash onto the tile.

Y/n drops to her knees, looking under the sink for something as her back arches, her head disappearing into the cabinet as I practically drool over her.

“Fucking hell.” I mumble, walking forward to help her and ignore my body’s reaction to hers. “Clumsy this early in the morning, huh sunshine?”

She glares at me, a tiny broom in her hand as she cleans up her mess.

“Let me help.” I go to reach for the broom but she pulls back, saying no and landing on her ass. My smile fades as I recognize the look on her face. “You alright?”

She crosses her legs, dropping the broom and shoving her face into her hands, “Yes.” It’s mumbled and clearly a lie.

I start cleaning up her mess, it’s not a lot and I don’t really know what else to do in her presence. I stand and dump the ceramic pieces in the trash, joining her on the floor again and poking her knee.

“Thanks.” She sounds stuffy, like she’s about to cry. She almost makes me feel bad for checking her out so much while she’s so sad.

“Talk to me, Sunny.” She sniffles and looks up at me. She's not crying but her eyes are red teary.

“I hate when you’re nice to me.” She pushes her hair back, her hands covered from her sleeves. I blink and she sighs, knowing that I want her to continue, “My ex.”

I don’t mean to groan but at least my dramatic act makes her laugh a bit, hitting my knee.

“He won’t stop calling. And I can’t block him because I work with the wanker!” She says exhausted, answering my question about the block button yesterday.

“Well at least he has one thing correct.” She raises a brow at my words, “He knows he lost someone good.”

Y/n shakes her head, “I hate him, Lando.” She breathes, “I hate him more than you.”

This makes me frown, sarcastically saying, “I’m flattered.”

She smiles a bit just as her phone dings again, she screams and puts her head back in her hands, “Y/n.” I say her name for the first time in a while, “Have you responded at all?”

She shakes her head, “I can’t.” She whispers it and I'm worried she actually wants him back. I never met him, but her instagram photos were enough for me to hate him.

I hear footsteps down the stairs, P coming around the corner humming, her smile slowly fading as she spots the two of us on the floor. “Good morning?”

I take Y/n’s hand and practically drag her upward, “Morning, P.” Y/n groans and leans against the counter, tearing her hand away from me and shoving her face into the tabletop now.

P points at Y/n, looking at me quizzically as I shake my head. She understands and skips over to the coffee machine, we sit in silence as P makes Y/n a hot chocolate.

Y/n smiles softly as P hugs her and hands her the hot chocolate. P continues to make her breakfast as I look at Y/n. She’s storing her drink and looking depressed.

It’s christmas! No time for sadness and sucky ex’s! I slide her the marshmallows as her wides widen a bit, smiling at me before dumping half the bag in.

My stomach does a weird thing at the way she looks at me… when Max joins us, I’m quickly distracted but still feel a tiny bit sick. “So! What are you two doing tonight while we’re out?”

Max asks as I scratch the back of my neck, “Um…”

“Movie night!” Y/n looks happier now, “Get ready Norris, welcome to the wonderful world of cheesy romances.”

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you

Outside looks like a snowstorm yet we brave it for a quick brunch at a tiny diner that’s packed. I pull off my beanie, my hair a mess.

Lando unravels his scarf, laughing at me, “Looking good, Sunshine.” I stick my tongue out at him as Max ruffles my hair even more.

We sit and eat and for once, there’s no odd tension. I don’t yell at Lando and he doesn’t tease me. P and Max are squished together on the booth side while Lando’s arm is strewn around the back of my chair.

I let it slide because he looks like he’s in a food coma. His eyes are closed and he’s peacefully resting his head to the side.

Our comfortable silence turns to Lando and Max fighting over who’s paying while P and I wave at the baby sitting next to us.

Lando’s fingers wiggle next to my head, leaning in closer to see the baby. She giggles as Lando pokes my face and I give him an annoyed look.

The mom is looking at us so I smile and laugh a bit, “Sorry, she’s adorable.”

“Don’t be!” her hand pulls the cover back so we can see her more. Her little hands scrunch up and Lando and I make the same noise at the same time, “This is June. We call her sunny because- well it just fits her happy little personality!”

I feel Lando’s hand stop moving next to me as P and Max continue gushing over her. Lando clears his throat, “She looks like you.”

The mom smiles wider, “Thank you. You four are just adorable! Are you all here for christmas?”

Max nods, “I dragged my girlfriend and my best friend to have a quiet christmas.”

P smiles as Max squeezes her arm, “Which ultimately failed because these two never shut up.”

Lando laughs, “Like you’re one to talk! You and Y/n speak in a whole different language.” He goes back to playing peek-a-boo with the baby who just adores him.

“She likes you.” The mom says to Lando, “He’ll be good with kids.” She directs this at me which makes my breath cut out and Lando go into a fit of coughs.

Our waiter brings back our cards as P grabs her bag, “It was really nice meeting you. We have to run to the store for our new tradition!”

I raise a brow, “New tradition?”

Max is smiling like an idiot, “Gingerbread contests are back! Don’t be scared sis, just accept your loss now.”

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Up until we were Ten and Eleven, Max and I made gingerbread houses every year. I'm not sure why we stopped, maybe because our parents hated how it always ended in tears because everything we did was a competition.

Max’s great idea was to start this up again. So we gathered the boxes and some extra supplies just to make a complete mess of the dining area while Sabrina Carpenter’s christmas music blasts and Max and I scream at each other.

We’ve made a sort of barrier right down the middle of the table. With my luck, Max picked his girlfriend to be on his team because there were only two houses left in the store.

So Lando and I are elbow deep in shitty frosting and tears of laughter. He wipes his eyes but gets frosting onto his face while doing it, “No you-” grabbing my hand, he moves it to steady the already falling house.

We’re a mess and it’s not helping that Lando keeps eating the gumdrops, “Norris!” I yell and slap his hand, “You’re killing my gumdrop families!”

“Your gumdrop families are yummy.” I roll my eyes as he mumbles to himself.

Max and P don’t fight but I'm pretty sure Lan and I sound like a war zone. I’m icing the roof while Lando drops random candy onto it. I kick him with my slipper under the table, “You’re ruining the aesthetic.”

He mimicks my voice, “You’re ruining the aesthetic. Just say you’re in love with me and get over it.” I scoff and hit him with a red vine.

He grins as he take a bite out of it while I laugh at how messy he’s gotten. “Shut up and come help me.” Lando pulls his seat back and sits on it backwards, resting his chin on the back of it and finally contributing.

We add more frosting, kinderds (per Lando’s request), candy canes, and some weird pearl candy P found.

I suck on a lolly while Lando continues to make the icing drip along the sides of the house, trying to mimic icicles. He’s very focused and flexes his arms while doing so. Squeezing out the partially hard icing and distracting me while doing it.

A loud bang sounds. Lando’s skeptical look and Max’s decision to shrug it off makes us continue on even when P starts to say it’s a ghost.

He sits back and admires his handy work, “You two are going down.” He says to Max and P, a mischievous expression on his face.

“Knowing you two… we’re fine.” P laughs and pokes her head around the barrier, her eyes are closed and her tongue out.

I scoff, “What does that mean!?”

I hear Max laugh now, “You’re a perfectionist and Lando’s biggest joy in life is to bug you!”

I stand up quickly, “You set me up!”

“All's fair in love and war.” I round the corner and look at their house. It’s perfect and pink!

I smile and cross my arms, “We can let the media decide this.”

Max smirks while P groans, “Can't we just end it here? You two are ridiculous.”

I grab Lando’s phone from his hand as he frowns, but doesn’t protest. I take a photo of Max holding their gingerbread house since P refused to be posted. Then I turn to Lando and smile, “Take your shirt off.”

“Hey! I expect that from Lando but not you!” Max eyes is both.

Lando head tilts as he looks at me curiously, “At least ask me on a date first, sunshine.” He does it anyways though, not caring out my brother.

“You’re totally unfairly manipulating this!” Max yells as Lando slips off his shirt and holds up our horrible little house.

I snap a photo of him grinning and flexing, and post it next to Max’s with a pole. “It’s called taking the matter into your own hands.”

Lando shivers as he pulls his shirt back on, smirking as he slips his finger into his mouth, cleaning off the icing and making eye contact with me. I clear my throat and turn to my friend who’s looking between the two of us.

“It’s cold in here, right?” P says suspiciously, “Babe, go turn up the heat.” Max disappears around the corner while we all start cleaning up and putting our houses on display on the windowsill

“It’s not moving!” Max yells from the other room, I can hear him hitting it.

“Maybe if you didn’t try to fix everything with force!” I stomp in and look at it with him, pressing my finger against the buttons.

“You’re not even trying-”

I groan, “You’re the one who-”

“Hey!” P yells, standing with her hands on her hips, “The rental lady said there’s a power box in the basement.”

Max pushes past me and hurries down the stairs I haven’t even gone near, “Christ he’s gonna blow us all up.” Lando follows as P shoots me a quick smile.

We can hear them arguing as I throw P a blanket and we wrap ourselves up and sit eating the extra candy. “Yours is so cute.” I sigh and look at her gingerbread house. It’s absolutely adorable and so her.

There’s tiny bows make out of red vines and pink starburst everywhere. She laughs, “I didn’t let Max touch it.” I laugh with her and pop a kinder into my mouth, “You and Lando are a good duo.”

I snort, “Right, a chaotic one.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. But I don’t know… It’s cute.” The second I realize where she’s going with this, I start to shake my head, “Listen!”

“No! No, Pietra! He’s… Fuck, He’s Lando Norris.” I’m still shaking my head as she dons an unconvinced expression.

“He flirts with you all the time!”

“In a joking way!” I argue, “And I can’t stand it!”

“He touches you a lot.”

“And It drives me crazy! He just likes pissing me off.”

She shakes her head slowly, a smile on her face as she brings the blanket up to her neck, “You like him.”

My face feels hot and I'm getting frustrated which is making it worse because she can tell, “He calls me names.”

“Yeah!” she scoffs, “an adorable nickname! That he made up when he was fifteen! The way he looks at you Y/n… it’s like- well…”

“Don’t say it!” I warn but the blonde doesn’t listen.

“It’s how Max looks at me.”

I sigh, putting my face in my hands, “P. Max is in love with you, Lando doesn’t…” My sentence ends in a whisper as she smirks, “I barely like him as a friend! Like literally three days ago I couldn’t stand him! Not much has changed.”

She shrugs, “By all means, keep it up. It’s entertaining to watch.” I roll my eyes and play with the wrapper in my hand as a bang comes from downstairs. “Just… you deserve someone like him.”

“He has like a million girlfriends.”

“He does not!” She laughs, “At least not anymore!” I give her a look as she reaches over and takes my hand, “All i’m saying is that I completely support whatever you do! Even if it’s a one night thing.” My eyes widen as she squeezes my hand and winks, “I won’t tell Max.”

I push her away and sit back in my chair, crossing my arms and smiling at my friend, “Also we’ll be gone for like three hours tonight.”

I laugh and throw a piece of candy at her as Lando and Max come up the stairs. Lando is picking cobwebs off of himself while Max wipes his hands on his jeans, “Welp, hopefully that worked.”

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lando

“Let's watch Notting Hill.” She visibly pauses when I say it, looking at me confused with a bowl of popcorn over her blanket covered lap.

“Notting Hill!?” She repeats it, then shakes her head, “You never fail to surprise me, Lando.” I like it when she says my name, even when it’s a bit demeaning.

I lean my head back, she’s covered the couch in every blanket and pillow we could find. After the heater broke, she swore she was still cold so she’s extra bundled even though i’m sweating.

She finally tugs off her third layer of blankets and grabs the remote, “We’re watching a Christmas Prince.”

I frown but don’t say anything because I'm scared she’ll leave me down here alone and go call her best friend or something.

I’d rather play a game so we could talk or I could at least look at her, but she insists I have to watch this god awful movie.

She gave me some grace while eating delivered pizza and talking about the drivers she’s met which (scarily enough) is a lot.

Y/n is normally yelling at me during any movie to get me to shut up, but everytime I ask a question today, she answers in detail.

“Who’s this dick who took her cab!?” She smiles at my words, eating her popcorn and flipping her phone face down so it stops distracting her. “Ugly beard too.”

She gives me a look which makes me groan, “He’s the prince, isn’t he!?” She nods as I look up at her. Her hair is down and outright messy from her hood and the multiple blankets she has around her.

“It’s called a meet cute.” Y/n shrugs and watches the screen again.

“A meet cute?” I grab from her bowl, “But there was nothing cute about it.”

She eyes me, “Okay maybe it’s more of a meet hate… or a meet dislike? Maybe a meet argue.”

“Okay now I just want steak.” Y/n rolls her eyes again as I smile, “So, sort of like us?”

She sits up more, looking at me and laughing, “What would our meet hate be, then? I don’t even remember the first time we met.”

I’m a little offended because I do. “You were karting with Max and I for the first time and you totally ran me off the road!”

She turns more to me, “I don’t remember this but I'm going to stick up for my child self and say that it was your fault.”

My eyes roll. “You really have not changed. You blamed me for it because we were racing to win and Max got by both of us and ended up with the trophy.”

She laughs and fuck, I love that sound. “Sounds about right. But you definitely egged me on.”

“Oh one thousand percent! But I was just coping with the fact that the girl I had a crush on completely destroyed my ego!” I don’t really realize what I've said until she raises a brow.

“You had a crush on me!?” She laughs as I groan and shake my head.

I’m blushing now even though it was so many years ago, “I was like ten!”

“You fanciedddd me!” she drags out the words as she tries to pull the blanket off my head, “Norris!”

“Leave me alone!” She’s hitting me with a pillow now, “I had no idea what a terror you were!”

She scoffs, pulling back, “You little bitch, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know if you know this Sunshine, but you’re fucking terrifying.” Y/n’s eyes are teary from laughing and her smile is so big it almost makes me happy she found out.

“So what, you stopped having a crush on me when you actually got to know me?” I don’t want to lie to her, and I don’t know if I can about this.

“Shhh…” I grab a handful of the popcorn, “watch the movie.” She lays closer to me, her hair brushing my shoulder and our eyes both go back to the screen.

Y/n and I aren’t this close often. We aren’t ever alone. And I have to admit, the one thing I dislike about my best friend is that he is adamant on keeping me away from his sister.

His ‘Hands to yourself’ reminder before he left was enough fuel to my fire for the night.

“She’s annoying.” I groan after way too many minutes of this movie. I’m pretty sucked in though I won’t admit that to Y/n.

“That is a common theme with these movies.” She nuzzles her head closer to me, “It adds to the charm.”

“Does it?” I frown and adjust myself, trying to get more comfortable and slipping my arm around her and expecting to be met with criticism.

She stays quiet though, just rests her head against my shoulder and shifts to the side.

I don’t know if she realizes it, but she’s been playing with the sleeve of my hoodie for the past twenty minutes. I don’t want to move, I don’t want the movie to be over, I don’t want her to hate me again.

Her phone rings and a small groan comes from her, she sits up, her warmth leaving me. “I thought I turned this stupid thing off.” She grabs her phone, flipping it around and rolling her eyes at the contact.

WHORE DO NOT ANSWER

Is the contact name with a picture of her ex with drawn on devil horns. I can tell she’s about to hang up but I always act on impulse.

Her phone is in my hand in seconds, pressing answer and holding it to my ear as she screams and jumps on me. “Y/n?” It’s a guys voice and I hate him instantly, “You finally picked up!”

I flip Y/n off my back and shove my hand over her mouth, trying to hold her down while I listen to her ex’s annoying voice.

“Hey!” I say just as the line goes quiet at the sound of another man’s voice.

“Who’s this?” I roll my eyes at him even though only Y/n can see me. She’s squirming and mumbling under my hand. She is remarkably easy to hold back for how determined she is.

“None of your business! How about we cut to the problem at hand and discuss why the fuck you’re still calling Y/n after you cheated on her?” he tries to talk but I cut him off, “Take a long look in the mirror bud because you will never be good enough to win her back.”

“Is this her new boyfriend?” He asks sternly.

“I’ll tell you that i’m not someone to fuck with, especially when it comes to Y/n. You don’t deserve to ever even look at her again but she is a professional woman who can be civil, even if it is towards a jackass like you.” He’s quiet now and Y/n is getting free so I hurry up, “Y/n has been gracious and practically a fucking saint to deal with your shit for the past year so stop calling!”

She finally breaks free and ends the call, out of breath and looking at me like I'm worthy of death.

She throws her phone onto the couch, on her knees and pushing back her messy hair. “He completely deserved it.” I try to back myself up as I fall onto my elbows, looking up at her.

She’s staring at me still, and I'm slightly scared for my life. But then her eyes soften and she does the most unexpected thing i’ve ever experienced.

She kisses me.

Her hands are on my face and her lips are squished against mine. We fall back on the blankets as my hands find her waist and I fully understand what’s happening.

I kiss her back, hard and fast like if I don’t take this opportunity now, it might never happen again.

She’s on top of me and just the weight of her makes my dick twitch. I slip my hands under her hoodie, her skin warm and soft. She lets out a little whimper when my hands tighten against her hips, unconsciously grinding into me.

“Fuck.” I mumble against her lips as her hands go to my hair. She’s breathing heavier and just as i’m about to start on her neck, the door opens.

She’s off me in a second, “Fuck.” Her hand goes to her mouth and her eyes go wide as the footsteps of our friends echo through the house.

“Oh, of course.” I say exasperatedly, sitting up and dragging a pillow onto my lap.

“Landooo! Y/n!” Max calls for us as I point at her lips which are now the same shade of red as her cheeks.

I reach over and smooth out Y/n’s hair. She looks so genuinely shocked and scared while I'm just annoyed that we had to be interrupted.

She plops down on the other side of the couch, pulling the blanket up high to her face and avoiding my eyes. “In here!” I mumble as they walk through the doors.

I look back to see Max and P all dressed up and smiling. They look wine drunk, holding hands while P kicks off her heels.

“Movie time!” P giggles and rounds the couch to sit next to Y/n who makes eye contact with me and for some reason, makes me laugh.

Max wraps his arm around P while looking at us funny. Y/n is giggling now while I just cover my face with a pillow and shake my head, “So what are we watching?”

P picks another hallmark movie and I make eye contact with Y/n again. I start laughing and Max seems genuinely annoyed this time, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” I say quickly. “How was your night?”

“Perfect!” P snuggles into her boyfriend, “How about you two?”

Y/n shrugs as if she wasn’t on top of me moments ago, “Boring. Lando hated the movie.”

“I did not! I was just distracted.” No one bats an eye at my excuse except for Y/n who hides her smirk with her hot chocolate.

[destinedfordiapers]

Your Change of Plans

Your girlfriend wanted to be a Nanny for Littles for as long as you knew her. She’d been working towards her official certification for three years—the entirety of your relationship with her.

You remember how proud she was when she officially became a licensed Nanny. You took her out to her favorite restaurant, celebrating all night.

You never thought this would be her first job. That she would become your Nanny. But it was—and she did.

After you nearly flunked out of school your senior year in college, your parents decided adulthood was too great a responsibility for you. They simply could not trust you to stop partying for long enough to get your degree.

So, they enrolled you in the Little’s Program™️. Where you were stripped of more than just your adulthood. The program also stole your continence, ability to consume even a sip of alcohol without violently puking, and ability to digest anything but the unique formula patented by the program.

You were, in the eyes of the government—and everyone you knew—a Little. Trapped in diapers and living as a Little for no less than ten years, at which time your parents could try to raise you again…or make your Little status permanent.

You were excited to see her when you returned from your four-week stint at the Little’s Program. After weeks of being treated like a toddler, she was a sight for sore eyes. She’d treat you like an adult, you assured yourself.

“Hey baby,” she coos, looking down over the railing of your crib, “you look so cute, I could just eat you up!”

Something about the tone of her voice sent shivers down your spine. Not her, too. “Come on, babe, it’s me. You know I’m not a baby,” you pleaded.

“Could’ve fooled me, sweetie!” she says with sickening sweetness.

“Please,” you begged, “Stop talking to me like that.”

“Awww, I know it must be hard, honey. To go from my sexy, senior boyfriend to becoming my first charge as a Nanny!”

“You-what?!” you faltered.

“That’s right, baby! We get to stay together after all! It’s just you’re no longer my boyfriend. Obviously a Nanny can’t date the baby she cares for—that would be super inappropriate—but we can still be together all the time! I’m your live-in Nanny, baby!”

The silence after her words rang in your ears, the loudest silence you’ve ever heard. You were stunned, unable to comprehend your new reality.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she said, intentionally mistaking your silence for something else, “Are you having an oopsie-daisy in your diaper?”

She leans down and unsnaps the buttons on your onesies, feeling your diaper. “It doesn’t feel like it, honey. You’re not excited I’m your Nanny?”

It was all too much for you. It was unfair. Emotions swirled in your mind, overwhelming you. You cried. Cried like a baby. What else was there to do?

That was a year ago.

Your new life is as weird for you now as it was then. Having your now ex-girlfriend be your live-in Nanny was a special kind of torture. You still vividly remember all the wild, raucous nights you spent together before the Little’s Program.

She showed you the world of kinky sex and let you into her depraved, beautiful world of pleasure. You did things you’d never imagined doing with a girl. You remember all of it.

But your new reality couldn’t be farther removed from that life. Your new life was nothing more than endless diaper changes, naptimes, Little appropriate TV and movies, and early bedtimes.

Nothing she did even hinted that your past relationship ever existed. As far as she was concerned, you were even incapable of hearing the word sex, let alone doing anything like that.

Not that you could have sex anyway. The Little’s Program ensured that nobody would have any sexual arousal. You were incapable of not only getting hard but feeling any pleasure at all, even when she carefully, methodically wiped you down during diaper changes.

She never mentioned it—but you could tell she especially enjoyed your impotence during diaper changes. There was something about the way she smirked. It frustrated you to no end, having her wipe you down knowing you had no chance at doing anything more.

Especially on the nights she went out with her friends, leaving you at home wondering what she was doing—and who she was doing it with. It filled you with an overwhelming jealousy knowing your ex-girlfriend was out on the town while you were at home, filling your diapers in your crib.

She’d never given you details about what she did when she left, assuring you that “Babies shouldn’t worry about what the adults in their life are doing when they leave. Maybe one day—if you ever grow up—you can do those things, too. But until then, baby, you should enjoy having no responsibilities or worries.”

There were some similarities to your former relationship. She still kissed you goodnight before tucking you into your crib. Granted, it was a forehead kiss, but still! She’d also kiss and blow raspberries on your exposed tummy during diaper changes, never stopping until you squealed in delight.

And, as when you were dating, she picked out all your clothes for you to wear. Which wasn’t any different than it was for you now—as long as you didn’t see the clothes she put you in. Your t-shirts, jeans, and tank tops were replaced with onesies and overalls.

Although you did still wear t-shirts, though they were specifically designed not to cover your diaper and had things like “Mommy’s Lil’ Stinker” and “Caution: Big Loads!” written on them.

Other days, she settled on leaving you completely naked, aside from your diaper—diapers never came off until changing time.

One thing you hated to admit that you did enjoy was the tender, intimate moments you shared during “meals.” Sure, you missed solid foods, especially as you watched the adults eat the steak while you sat in your high chair.

But when she laid you on her lap, lovingly looking down on you as you drank from your bottle, everything felt right. Not even the frequent diaper checks—or when you messed your diaper on her lap—could stop you from enjoying the moment with her. You’d be asleep before she changed your diaper anyway.

It was the only time you felt connected with her like before. As your eyes grew heavy she stroked your hair with one hand and supported you with another hand on your diaper.

Last night was seemingly no different than any other night. You fell asleep on her lap as she sat on your crib, contentedly sucking on your bottle. Nothing out of the ordinary.

At least until the following morning. She came running into your room, excitedly trying to wake you up. “Wake up, baby!” she beamed, “I want to share the good news!”

You fight off the grogginess that always comes from sleeping as a Little. “Wh-what?”

She reaches down, stroking your hair, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “I was talking to your parents last night, and we came to an agreement that works for all of us,” she gushed, “Your parents asked me if I wanted to adopt you, and, well, I said YES!”

“A-adopt m-me?” you ask incredulously.

“Yes, baby! We already submitted the paperwork online! Isn’t that great?! You’ll be my Little!”

“B-but doesn’t that mean my 10-year time restarts? I thought I’d get to grow up after! I wanted to be with you!”

Her smile never fades, “You will be with me, baby! Always and forever! Since I’m adopting you I can choose whether to renew the 10-years or keep you as a Little permanently. And I thought how much more I love you like this, so you’re my new, permanent Little!”

The word permanent rattled in your head, like an echo that somehow grows in strength rather than fading. “B-but I don’t want to be a Little forever! I wanted to be with you as an adult!”

For the first time, her smile fades for a split second. She looks at you, smiling.

“I know, honey, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ve…met someone. Someone loving and mature, someone I can depend on. And, well, we’re engaged!” she says exaltedly, showing you the ring you somehow missed before.

You don’t know what to think. The one thing that kept you going was the hope that you’d be with her again one day, once you grew up again and regained your adulthood. But now, even if you did, she wouldn’t be with you. She wouldn’t wait for you.

The realization surprisingly calmed you. It was like a heavy weight suddenly lifted off your chest. You were free from your fruitless pursuit of her. You’d never be with her again, even if you did grow up. And yet, everything made sense now.

This was how it was supposed to be. You’d still be with her, just as her Little. You think back to the constant diaper changes, the tickle fights, the love in her eyes as you drift off to sleep every night. You were happy.

You no longer needed—or even wanted—to grow up. You wanted to be her Little. You feel your arms and legs wiggle in happiness, proof of your acceptance.

She smiles down at you, tears in her eyes. “Someone’s a happy baby, aren’t they!” she coos, “Are you excited to be Mommy’s Little?”

You were finally happy.

[winstonsns]

hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dallas Winston x reader story based off of the song "she's a fool" by Lesley Gore. The song reminds me a lot of Sylvia and Dallas and so maybe the story can be based around how reader is a better gf than Sylvia and such. Hopefully this makes sense LOL

she’s a fool (request)

authors note: this was super fun to write so i hope you like it 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, joking threats

you and your boyfriend, dally, are in your kitchen, both of you sitting on the barstools made for the island. the two of you are talking when you decide to take some cherries out of the fridge, you wanted a little snack to satisfy your hunger.

as you get up from the stool and walk to the fridge, dally asks, “heard that new elvis movie’s out, you wanna come see it with me? it’d be jus’ the two of us.” giving you a certain look and winking at the end.

you blushed, rolling your eyes and stating, “i want to go but i’m gonna ask my parents first. don’t wanna make them worried when they don’t see me at home.” you open up the fridge and take the cherry bag out, turning around and taking a bowl out of the cupboard.

you then take some cherries out of the bag and head towards the sink, rinsing them. dally gives you a confused look, “what— why are you rinsing them?”

looking back at him, you answer, “i dunno, my mom always told me to rinse fruits and vegetables because you never know what kind of bugs can be on them. just tryin’ to stay safe.” your boyfriend finally understands your answer and shrugs it off.

once you were done rinsing them, you put them in a bowl and put it in front of you and dally. your dad then comes down the stairs and says, “almost late for work, honey. i’ll be back around… probably six.”

you nod, grabbing his lunch out of the fridge while he thanks you, you ask, “hey, dad, do you think i could go to the drive in with dally today? it’d probably be around… um…”

looking to your boyfriend for the answer, he looks back at you then to your dad, finishing, “oh, probably around seven or so. we’d be back around nine, i’m guessing. right, baby?”

you blush and look at him, nodding. you stand next to him while he’s sitting, your dad eyes him suspiciously. you put your arms around dally’s shoulder, your chest to his back as you look over his shoulder.

“please, dad? we’ll be safe, dally can protect me, you know him! so strong, so good at fighting and so amazing…” you look at dally, dropping your arm to his bicep, smiling at him sweetly as he eats a cherry, a wide grin on his face.

your dad sighs, “fine. you better keep her safe, winston. and you better not,” he paused, “and i mean better not do anything bad or inappropriate.” you tried to hold back a laugh, a smile evident on both you and your boyfriends faces. your dad made a serious face at you, crossing his arms.

you walked over to your dad and thanked him, “thank you dad! i think you should be heading to work now though, love you!” while you’re giving him a hug, he glares at dally, causing your boyfriend to put his hands up in a mocking surrendering pose.

when you let go of the hug, your dad replies, “love you, kid.” and walks out of the door, you walk behind him to lock the door. you then go back to dally, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and once again kissing him.

after pulling away, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, anyone would know you are the only one he loves if someone saw him like this. he knows he loves you although it’s difficult for him to express it, he doesn’t directly voice it to you.

the two of you stay at your house for the next nine hours, consisting of you talking, sleeping or reading while he looks around your room. by the time it’s 6:30, the both of you decide to drive to the drive in.

when you get into the drivers seat and your boyfriend is in the passengers seat, he asks, “why ain’t i drivin’?” you chuckle, looking at him to see if he was serious.

you answer, “i love you, dal, but i am not lettin’ you drive my car.” he rolls his eyes as you begin to drive, “i’m a perfectly good driver, don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout…” he mumbles.

you laugh, the only laugh he loves so much, the one he’d notice even if so many others were laughing at the same time. he grins, looking back at your concentrated face, focusing on the road.

when you both arrive at the drive in, you find a good place to park before getting out and sitting on the hood. dally sits next to you, you then hear a loud scream in your ear, causing you to lean towards your boyfriend and look to him for help as you scream back.

you look behind you to see two-bit laughing his ass off, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as you give him a pissed off look. your boyfriend laughs as your side is pressed into his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead.

“i’m gonna get us some snacks. you want anything?” you stated, asking your boyfriend too. he thought for a moment before responding, “just a coke, thanks doll.”

as you walk away, he grabs a cigarette from the box in hispocket, he got into the habit of avoiding smoking near you. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

your boyfriend and two-bit are both talking when keith interrupts, “looks like you got company, dallas. you’re so fucked, i’ll be back when sylvia’s gone.”

dally groans, hearing sylvia’s voice behind him, “hey, dal, you wanna come back to my place after the movie’s done?” the nickname feels so wrong coming from her. he doesn’t even look at her, doesn’t turn around and focuses on the car, your car.

“get the fuck away, i have a girlfriend.” he responds, clearly agitated as he doesn’t want you to see him angry. he doesn’t look to see where you are, he knows you’ll be back soon.

she responds, “so? she doesn’t have to know…” as she puts her hand on his arm, he loses his temper.

“god, don’t you ever know when to fucking stop, sylvia? we broke up because you fucking cheated on me while i was in the cooler, man. there’s no way i could even be with you after that. you’re a piece of shit, you’re a bad person and you deserve nothing but the worst for the rest of your life. i have a girlfriend, she never treats me how you did. she’s way better than you, better than all the girls i’ve dated, and you can go cry about it to someone else for all i care. she treats me like she actually loves me, she treats me like she knows my fucking worth. she does more than you ever could, and she is the one i want. you can piss off, sylvia, you’re dead to me, you fucking get that?” he pauses, still angry as he sees tears in her eyes, “oh, now you’re crying, huh? maybe you should’ve thought first before cheating on me, before treated me like shit! get fucking lost.”

she runs away at the last sentence, dally rolling his eyes and leaning against the car, going back to smoking. two-bit walks back to him, asking, “damn, you do care about y/n. never heard you talk about her like that, is it true?”

your boyfriend stares at him, nodding slightly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “you tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your damn head off.” his friend chuckles at the threat, stating, “your girl’s back, put it out before she sees.” referring to the cigarette.

he drops it and puts it out with his heel, walking over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, taking his soda out of your hands, thanking you.

the both of you sat down on the hood of your car, you scoot closer to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you, returning the favor except on your forehead.

as the movie plays, the soda cups begin to become less filled, the chip bags only being filled with crumbs. the silence of you and dally are occasionally interrupted with little comments about the movie.

once the movie is done, the two of you look at each other and smile. you grab his trash and walk to a trash can, him following you, for protection, he says. he then follows you back to the car, grabbing your hand and staying close to you.

the both of you get into the car, driving in the direction of your house. the drive there is filled with silence, dally looks at you, not being able to see your face well because of the dark. he places his hand on your thigh, looking out the window once you turn your head to him.

when you arrive at your house, you open the door to see your dad in the living room, sitting on the couch. he reads the newspaper and looks up, asking, “how was the movie, you two?”

you respond, “oh, it was good!” and summarize the whole movie for him, as he wasn’t planning to see it anytime soon.

you then look nervously at the ground, your boyfriend still behind you at the entrance, standing awkwardly. you ask, “hey, um, dad?”

he sighs, putting down his newspaper as you smile, “can dally stay over tonight? he’s already here and it would take him a while to get back to his own place…”

your dad sighs once again as your boyfriend is silent, “yeah. go to bed.” you exclaim and walk to your dad, hugging him and thanking him.

you then walk to your boyfriend, leading him upstairs as he grabs your hand once again. you notice and ask, “dal, you seem awfully close today, did something happen? i’m not complaining, just wondering.”

he looks at you, stating, “sylvia came up to me at the drive in. asked me if i wanted to go back to her place, i said no and told her i gotta girlfriend, that you’re way better than her and i’d never want her again, not even to save my life. told her to piss off.”

as the two of you walk into your bedroom and you close the door, you beam, “aww, that’s so cute, dal! thank you for telling her to piss off and stuff.”

“yeah, no problem, doll.” he replies, letting go of your hand for a brief moment to take his shirt off, changing his pants into more comfortable ones he had left at your house.

you walked into your bathroom, doing your nightly routine before changing into your pajamas. you pull the sheets down, curling up as you look at your boyfriend.

he smiles, scoffing and pulling down the sheets on the other side of the bed, laying down. you cuddle up next to him as he puts his arm around your waist in a protective manner.

“love you, dal… thanks for being the best boyfriend ever…” you mumble into his chest, falling asleep quickly after.

he pauses before kissing your forehead gently, your head on his chest. he realizes he wants to be cherished, to be loved, you make him feel that way. he can’t find a single flaw in you, and realizes he should treat you like he loves you. you are a better girlfriend than sylvia ever was, than all of his girlfriends combined. you make him feel like someone, make him feel like he has someone to live for.

“sweet dreams, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, falling asleep not long after. your dad quietly opens the door, light coming in as he saw you and your boyfriend cuddling.

he chuckles softly, closing the door and walking into his own bedroom, knowing you were truly loved by dallas winston.

[butlervibesonly]

𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷 PART 1 || 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 || Austin! Elvis story

PART ONE <- -> PART TWO OF THIS PART

• Summary: After few weeks Elvis finally reaches out to Y/n, and with a wish to visit him at Graceland. That of course isn’t easiest due to Y/n’s strict father. Will she talk him out?

• Pairing: Austin! Elvis x female reader

• Warnings: maybe like strict parents or none, probably just typos

• NOTE!! My acknowledge of Elvis is not so big, all things I know are from movie, documents, webs etc! So I deeply apologize for any mistakes/typos/misunderstanding that have nothing to do with reality. All of this is fic and has nothing to do with no one or anything. Based just on Austin's role of Elvis! Thank you for understanding! 🫶🏻

“Y/n!!” you hear you mama coming upstairs to your room. “Y/n, how in the world does Elvis Presley know ya!?” she asks as he comes to your room. You are laying on your stomach in your bed, reading a book. “Mama, watcha talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n, you know exactly what I am talkin’ bout!” Your mama raises her voice. “He just called and asked if he could take you to Graceland!”

The corners of your lips softly forms into a smile. Elvis wants you to visit his house. His Graceland. “Y/n, how in the world you know him! He- He’s a singer and… and…” mama stutters as she has no words to find. She is definitely in shock and surprised.

“And what did you tell him?” you ask as you get up from your bed. “That we will discuss it. Now, go talk to your father.” Your father knows. As much as you love your papa he is a really strict man with really strict rules when it comes to your life.

You nod shyly and make your way downstairs. When you come to the kitchen, your father is sitting by the table, staring into his hands. As you sit down beside your father, you can see the concern in his eyes. “How do you know this… Elvis Presley?” he begins.

“Papa, I met him on his concert. He really is nice and kind and… We’ve been discussing music.” you lie a little. “He’s... he’s interested in me, I think,”you add, your voice barely above a whisper. Your mama gasps. “Absolutely not!”

Your father stands up, towering over you. “Y/n, this is completely inappropriate. A man like that, with his lifestyle… He’s not someone you should be associatin’ with! You have your studies to think about, your future. Not gallivanting with some singer!”

“Papa, please listen,” you beg, “It’s not like that. He’s really kind I swear. And I’d never let anything distract me from my studies. You know that, don’t ya?” Your father crosses his arms. “And what exactly do ya think people will say when they see you going to his house? What if someone recognizes you, Y/n? Your reputation matters, I always taught you that!.”

“Papa,” you say, coming closer. “All my life, I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I’ve worked hard, I’ve stayed out of trouble. I never did nothin’ bad! Can’t you trust me!? He’s not just some singer. He’s kind. He sees me.”

Your father looks at you, the strictness speaking for itself from his eyes. “Please, papa,” your voice breaks. “I promise if anything goes wrong, I’ll leave.”

Your mama looks over at your father, her brows furrowed. “Maybe we are overreactin’. She’s been responsible. Maybe we should give her a little freedom.” Father sighs, rubbing his hands. “Y/n, he says finally, “I don’t like this. I don’t like it a bit.” You start to feel hopeless, your visions slowly fading away. “I’ll allow it, but only on one condition!”

Your heart starts beating fast, listening to your father. “I want to meet him first,” he says firmly. “If he wants to see my daughter, he can look me in the eye and prove he’s worth her time.”

You hesitate for a moment, knowing off how can your father be like, but then you nod. “All right. I’ll tell him!” you jump happily, almost on your way to call Elvis. But before you can leave your father catches your hands. “Just remember, Y/n. You’re playing with fire.” You swallow, but a small smirk creeps onto your lips. For now, you have won .

Later that day you called Elvis, over your heels to hear his voice again. Elvis agreed to pick you up and meet your father before taking you to his house. With the best hope of yours you washed your hair, prepared your beautiful pastel pink dress and went to sleep with such an excitement that night.

THE NEXT DAY

The next morning Elvis’ pink Cadillac pulls into the driveway of your house. You peak through the curtains, your heartbeat quickening. Even your father stands at the window, arms crossed, watching Elvis in his car.

“He’s here,” you whisper. “I see,” your father replies, his tone deep. Moment later, Elvis gets out of his car and knocks on the door. You rush to open it, smiling widely at Elvis. “Y/n,” he breathes out. Your name slips from his lips so heavenly. “Elvis!” you chuckle, letting him in.

You guide him to the living room where your father already stands, checking Elvis up and down. Elvis is dressed in all white - his shirt white and pants too.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Elvis says steadily, his tone mature. Your father eyes him critically before shaking his hand. “My name is Elvis. Elvis Presley,” he adds.

“Nice to meet you, Elvis,” your father lets go of his hand and your mother comes to the living room as well. “Oh, Elvis, this is my mama. Mommy, this is Elvis.” you introduce him. Elvis shakes her hand. “Ma’am,” he says. “I got you some flowers, hope ya gonna like ‘em.” Elvis hands her a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh,” mother gasps in surprise. “How thoughtful of you, thank you.” You smile, knowing Elvis just made your mother speechless. “Have a seat,” your father says suddenly, gesturing to the armchair across from the couch. Elvis nods and sits down.

“So,” he begins, lowering himself into the chair opposite Elvis. “You’re the boy who’s been callin’ my daughter.”

“Yes, sir,” Elvis replies, his tone calm and respectful. “And I want to thank ya for lettin’ me come by. I understand ya have concerns.” Your father raises an eyebrow. “So you understand, do you?”

Elvis nods. “Yes, sir. Y/n is really wonderful girl, and I would never want to do anything to disrespect her—or your family.” Your cheeks burns, and you look at the floor, heart swelling at his words.

Your father straighten himself, his elbows on his knees. “Mr. Presley, my daughter has a successful a future ahead. College, a career… It’s not time for distractions.”

Elvis nods again, his sight landing on you. “I understand that, sir. And I would never stand in Y/n’s dreams.“ You look over at your father who studies Elvis for a long moment. “Tell me, Mr. Presley, what exactly do you want to do with my daughter if I let her go?”

“I just want to get to know her better, sir. Show her a little of my world.” Your father thinks for a while and finally decides. He looks at you, pointing bus finger. “I let you go, young lady, but you’ll be home by dinner. And if I find out that something inappropriate happened, this is the last time you see this young man.”

Your heart skips a beat when he says this. “Yes, Papa. I promise.” Father turns back to Elvis. “Do we understand each other, Mr. Presley?” Elvis stands up excitingly. “Yes, sir. And I appreciate the trust. I won’t let ya down.” Your dad hesitates, then shake his hand firmly. “We’ll see about that.”

As soon as you left home with Elvis and got into the pink Cadillac, Elvis turns to reach into the backseat. From there, he pulls out a bouquet for you too. “I haven't forgotten about you as well,” he say and hands it to you.

“Elvis,” you breathe out, looking at the beautiful bunch of flowers. “I still can't believe you convinced him.” you say and Elvis starts the car. “Neither do I. When you first told me about your parents, I didn't think your father would be this grumpy.” he laughs and you laugh too. Is it even possible? You're in his car again and now you're even heading to his house. To Graceland.

When you arrive, you see a large gate that hides Elvis' palace. That house is probably the biggest house you've ever seen. “Oh my God,” you gasp as you look at it. “Like whacha ya see?” Elvis glances at you. You nod and breathlessly admire the beauty of his Graceland.

Elvis pulls up in front of his house and gets out first so he can open the door for you. He offers you his hand so you don't trip over your heels and you get onto the property. “I want ya to meet my family, they're excited to meet ya.” he says, going to the front door happily.

“Elvis, they know about me?” you ask, confused. He, before even opening the door, steps in front of you. He takes your hands in his, his blue eye that are partly hidden with those thick black lashes stare into your eyes. “Y/n, since the moment that I met ya, I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya, not even stop talking about ya.”

“Elvis what if they-“

“No, Satnin. They love you already I swear.” Elvis takes your hand in his and guides you in. When you both walk in, you see the stairs leading to the second floor, a crystal chandelier shining at the ceiling and everything looks so… luxurious. “Gladys, they're here!” a voice calls from your right. You turn your gaze and see a man walking out from fancy living room. Must be Elvis' dad. “Daddy, this is Y/n.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Presley-“ you begin, offering him his hand. But you are stopped before saying anything else. “Call me Vernon. I heard a lot about you!” he smiles warmly, shaking your hand. “Only the good, I hope.” you smile back. You met Elvis once, what could he possibly tell him about you?

“Oh, bewbie!” you glance behind you and so does Elvis, to see his mom rushing from the dining room. “You're here!” His mom looks at Elvis and then turns her sight at you. “Oh, you must be Y/m, the girl my baby boy met!” Baby boy, you think for yourself. Your mother would never call you like this.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Presley-“

“Oh, just Gladys, sweetheart!” Gladys says excitedly. Everyone here treat you a lot better than your own parents. “Uh, Y/n, this is my granny,” Elvis places a hand gently on your back to look his direction. “Hello.” you smile at the old lady sitting in the armchair. She nods and you turn to face Elvis.

“We are so happy we finally meet ya! Elvis, my boy, couldn’t stop talkin’ about ya!” Gladys adds as she is on her way to the kitchen again. “Well, pleasure is on my side!”

“How about I show ya the house?” Elvis says with smirk on his face. You smile, already looking around. “That would be awesome, Mr. Presley,”

[parrythisucasual]

What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble. 

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway. 

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!” 

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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SOMEBODY'S WATCHIN' ME

PAIRING‧₊˚ Ghostface!JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [1.4k] Waiting around for your boyfriend to show up for movie night, you get an unexpected call

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  swearing, mild violence, betrayal, mild sexual references, i've never written ghostface!jj and im not too well versed in the ghostface franchise myself so let me know what you think

*based on thriller (mj) and somebody's watching me (rockwell)

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

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YOU WERE POURING THE LAST OF THE POPCORN INTO THE BOWL, KERNELS CLANKING AGAINST THE DISH. It was halloween, your favorite time of year, and also the night of your annual movie marathon with your boyfriend, JJ. He was running a little behind, per usual.

You had the first movie all queued up, your halloween themed blanket draped across the sofa while you poured up the drinks and dished the snacks in the kitchen. Your parents were gone for the night and the pogues had opted themselves out, wanting to give you and JJ space as a couple. 

You were walking carefully towards the living room, balancing the bowl and cans of soda in your hands when the house phone rang. You rolled your eyes, assuming it was your overbearing parents who wanted to make sure you were alright in the house alone. Carefully placing the items on the coffee table, you made your way over to the half-wall that separated the kitchen and living area, answering the ringing device.

“Hello?”

“Home all alone?” A robotic yet deep voice reverberated on the other end. You rolled your eyes, automatically assuming it was just your goof of a father who loved a cheesy halloween prank.

“Ha ha, dad. I’m not a kid anymore, y'know. You can’t trick me,” You stated nonchalantly, expecting to hear his defeated old-man laughter on the other side. “I will admit, your ghostface voice has gotten better.” You joked, trotting back into the living room, tossing a warm, popcorn kernel into your mouth.

“How’d you know I had a daddy kink?” You paused, face falling from its humorous demeanor in the slightest of motions. With the out-of-character and inappropriate joke, you quickly came to the realization that whoever was on the other end of the phone wasn’t your father.

“Who the hell is this?”

“What? You've never seen a scary movie before?”

“I've seen enough to know that this joke is overplayed. So, whoever you are, go back to jerking off in your mom’s basement-”

“What about your basement?” The unknown individual cut you off. Now your face was pulled tight, an expression of anger as you shifted from holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder to pressing into your ear with your hand, eyes fleeting to the open windows, which were closed but all the blinds were wide open.

The way your eyes scanned the open space made it seem like the room spun around you, eyes squinting as you tried to look through every window at once, only catching glances of children trick or treating.

Just then, you heard something clatter — like a broom hitting the floor. And you could’ve sworn it came from downstairs.

Fight-or-Flight kicking in, you didn’t bother to investigate and instead bolted up the stairs in hopes of reaching your room. When you made it to the top of the staircase, however, you saw a tall shadow pass by, silhouette plastered on the wall as light shone through the windows upstairs, stopping you in your tracks so fast you nearly stumbled backwards.

Your eyes went wide, a deep gasp leaving your lips as you made a sharp turn right back down the stairs, backing yourself into the closest corner.

“Show’s over, if this is Pope or John B, you know JJ's gonna kill you-” You breathed, voice trembling but anger still evident. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not holding this knife to make you laugh, sweetheart.”

You could feel your heartbeat just a little faster at his statement. “I’ll call the cops.”

“You can’t do that without hanging up and trust me, you don’t want to hang up.”

Your eyes were darting all over the first floor of your home, hands subconsciously grasping at the wall you had your back pressed against, undoubtedly leaving marks in your wake. You couldn’t help but wonder where the hell JJ was, praying for him to burst through the door at any moment.

The door. The damn door. You realized you were right next to the front door. So, why the hell were you still in the house? 

One last glance at the top of the staircase had you throwing all caution to the wind, hand gripping and twisting the knob only to find that the door wouldn’t budge. You'd unlocked it, the direction the keyhole assuring you of that. You tugged and pulled and yanked, all to no avail. How did you manage to get locked inside of your own house?

“It’s scary being alone with a killer, isn’t it?” A voice whispered right next to your unoccupied ear, your heart practically jumping out of your chest when you realized the voice was clear and less eerie and automated, and also...no longer coming from the phone.

Your head snapped to the side, coming face to face a beat up ghostface mask, the phone in your hand clattering to the floor as you just narrowly dodged his arm when he slung it towards your head, ducking under the attack and nearly tripping over your feet as you made a b-line for your kitchen.

You ruined the house in your trail — throwing chairs, stools, and end tables behind you in desperate attempts to slow him down. 

You didn’t even realize you were screaming as you ran. 

You yelped as you hit your foot on the leg of a display in the hall, slipping and sliding on the hardwood as you never slowed in your pace.

You spotted your fathers work study door open, feet carrying you faster, ignoring the aching pain in your foot, as you made the room your destination. Making it into the space, you turned around to slam and lock the door, not missing the glance you caught of the man running after you. You felt his body collide with the other side of the wood as soon as you had it shut and latched, presumably throwing himself against it and you held it shut even though it was locked.

Your breaths were shaky and quivering, tears flying down your cheeks. After a few seconds, the thudding on the other side stopped. But you weren’t dumb enough to open the door again. The only thing on your mind was getting out of this god forsaken house. 

Spotting the one window in your father’s office, you looked down at the doorknob to ensure it was still locked before bolting over to the opening, prying the glass up and climbing out. Stepping out, one foot at a time, you looked to your left and right once you were completely outside of the window. The night air was humid and chilly, leaving you feeling damp and cold in nothing but a tank-top and pajama pants.

If you could make it to your neighbor’s house, you could call your parents. You just prayed to whatever higher power there was that they were home, better yet awake, considering their old age. 

You wasted little time in pondering however, sock-clad feet running through your yard in the direction of your neighbor's house that was a straight-shot across the street. Your feet had just hit the curb when you felt an arm engulf your frame from behind, the person’s other hand covering your mouth, muffling your screams as they dragged you right back behind the house, out of sight of any passersby that may have seen you.

Even with the hand over your mouth, you continued to kick and flail within their grip, managing to headbutt them in the jaw and drop you to the grass. The unexpected drop left you face down on the damp grass, scrambling to stand up and get away only for your ankles to be grabbed as they pulled you back.

When the aggressor managed to flip your relentless figure on your back, you were met with the sight of the mask once again as the man stood over you. You were lying on your back between his legs before he kneeled, practically straddling you.

Only then did you realize your hands were free, eyes fleeting between your hands and the mask before you were reaching up, basically palming the object and tearing it off, revealing a head full of blonde hair and a crooked, sadistic smile.

You weren’t even sure what your expression looked like.

“JJ?” You mumbled, letting the mask fall to the grass beside you. You could feel your entire body shaking. You didn’t know how to feel — Should you be relieved? Was this just a joke he took too far? Should you be terrified?

You normally would never assume JJ would hurt you but considering the fact that he’d just chased you through your entire house burned that argument to ashes. It didn’t help that he had this look in his eyes as he stared down at you — one you could only describe as unhinged.

You barely registered his next movements, as swift as they were — the way he pulled a decent sized knife from his sleeve in the blink of an eye. He twirled the object as the moonlight bounced off of the surface of it, you could see little spots littered across it. Little spots that almost looked like dried blood. He examined it, licking his bottom lip.

“You like it?” He spoke admiringly, watching the weapon glisten as if it were just a sight to see while you were laid petrified underneath him. You felt like you had just met a whole new person.

You still laid frozen still when he brought the object down to press it lightly against your throat, just enough for you to feel the coolness of it and how sharp it was. His dark gaze left the object to meet your wide eyes.

“It’s almost as pretty as you.”

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©loveharlow

[lightlycareless]

saw this and immediately thought of naoya after discovering y/n’s favorite pokemon.

Heya!!!

First of all, thank you so much for sending this adorable ask omg hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa it's literally perfect because I always write that Y/N is like, obsessed with Gengar 😂 so it wouldn't be surprising that she had something like this.

And secondly, I apologize for taking a while to come back to you! I tend to reply to asks in the order they come, or which one is easier for me to write at the moment, either way, I'm still grateful for your ask ❤️❤️❤️

I hope what I wrote is enough to make up for the wait :> happy reading!

warnings: none. fluff. naoya is jealous OF A PLUSHIE.

Naoya absolutely hated getting you that Gengar.

He was all for it though, at first at least. Because to him, this represented nothing but an easy way to gain more of your affection, his mind envisioning something like this (let’s say he took you to a date to the fair):

“I win Y/N a plushie. It’s her favorite plushie. She’s happy I got her the plushie. She kisses me for winning her the plushie. She marries me because I got her the plushie. We have kids because I got her the plushie.”

A win-win situation, right?

Well, up to the kissing part it was—because as soon as you grab Gengar, it’s like Naoya completely disappeared from your life.

There’s not a single moment you’re not with it, whether keeping you company by the couch when watching a movie, in the backseat whenever driving to the city, waiting by the futon while you come out of a shower… or even dressing it up with silly hats and hair clips, because why not.

However, the worst part wouldn’t come from any of those things. No—as frustrating as they were, Naoya was still capable of tolerating them, to some degree at least.

The bane of his existence would appear the moment he realized that not even when laying next to you after a long day of work did that stupid Gengar leave you alone!

Breaking his heart when you’d cuddle the damn plushie instead of him.

That’s when Naoya really began to have issues with it.

It got so bad, that he even considered getting rid of it—have it magically disappear, imply that maybe one of the staff members accidentally threw it into the trash, or you forgot it somewhere, highly possible since you essentially take it everywhere you go!!

And Ranta, as always, would be the voice of reason, telling him that doing such a thing was nothing short of highly inappropriate, and if you get to know the truth, his relationship with you would be critically affected.

“So??? It’s not like she’s actually going to leave me if I do that, you know?!” Naoya would cry, genuinely believing his words… but Ranta’s worried face quickly made him reconsider. “…Right?”

Well, that’s something he doesn’t want to figure out.

Thus, proof of his devotion to you and commitment to the relationship, Naoya decides to handle things like adults and bring up the issues he’s been having with your precious Gengar to you.

Learning the innocent reason why you were so attached to it…

“—I always wanted one, since I was a child. But my parents said no, because I already had too many toys. And I never saw it again… until that day at the fair. It’s like I went back in time to being a kid.”

In other words, you were doing all the things you would’ve loved to do if your parents had gotten you the Gengar. Besides…

“You got this for me without even asking, how could I not cherish something so romantic?!”

Naoya naturally feels like absolute shit when you tell him the truth—internally scolding himself for even considering getting rid of it in the first place!!         

So, after giving you a thousand apologies in forms of kisses, Naoya, in true Naoya fashion decides to also make it up to you by gifting you even more plushies of the same character—different sizes, different models, it didn’t matter, he just wants you to have them all.

Leading you to put a stop to him, because it was straight up ridiculous at that point!

Either way, this happening would go down as a funny story you’d be more than happy to share with your children when the time comes, slightly embarrass him by showing off his highly protected softness, if he hadn’t demonstrated the same to them by then…

Or maybe set up that Gengar “shrine” you always wanted to do just to spite Gojo, show him which franchise is far superior through your devotion, and rub it in his face.

He’s no longer a competitor when it comes to overindulging anymore, and Naoya is more than happy to give you the upper hand.

I actually have a huge Gengar my cousin got for me last year in my birthday. was it worth it? yes. have people expressed their... consideration to steal it? yes. will I protect it with my life? I'm already training my cat to join me in this crusade. lmao

anyways, I hope you like this little snippet :> Naoya always has to take it to the extremes, but he's learning to be better, and it's safe to say that at one point, it's all well-intended 🤭

thank you so much for sending in this ask! take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️

[beardedmrbean]

DES MOINES, Iowa —

In a 3-0 vote, Iowa senators advanced a hands-free driving bill through a subcommittee today. Senate File 22 would make it illegal to touch or hold electronic devices while driving.

Some state lawmakers have been advocating for this legislation for years but have never gotten enough votes to get it across the finish line. They're hopeful that new support from the governor will help.

"For the sake of all our loved ones on the road, let's finally pass legislation that requires drivers to keep their eyes on the road and away from their phones," Gov. Kim Reynolds said in her Condition of the State address earlier this month.

Some grieving parents attended Wednesday's subcommittee hearing, pleading with state lawmakers to pass the bill.

Judi Collora shared the difficulty she's faced since her daughter was killed in 2023 by a driver who was texting.

"We ask you to pass it and hope that we can save some lives and save families the agony of losing their loved one," Collora said. "My daughter is never going to call me again and say 'I love you mom.'"

Sitting next to Collora, Berta Pearson shared a similar story of devastation. In 2022, a driver distracted by her cell phone hit and killed Pearson's 20-year-old grandson and his coworker.

"We have to do something. We can't have more kids die just because somebody thought they needed to be on that silly phone," Pearson said.

No one spoke against the bill during Wednesday's hearing. Sen. Mark Lofgren, R-Muscatine, said he's hopeful that this will be the year that the bill will be signed into law.

Waukee police Chief Chad McCluskey said the bill would make Iowa roads safer.

"People texting, sending messages, playing video games, looking at social media, watching movies, that's just simply inappropriate on the highway. There's no room for it," McCluskey said in an interview with KCCI. "Things happen just in a split second on the highway, and if you're not paying attention, that's what causes these accidents."

McCluskey also said states with similar laws are seeing success.

"Within one year of passing similar laws, Minnesota saw a 30% reduction of traffic crashes. Illinois saw a 22% reduction," he said.

The bill still needs approval in committee and from the full Iowa House and Senate, and a signature from the governor before it could become law.

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

first 4 chapters of my cringy self insert au

it's so bad omg

i'm currently rewriting it tho lmao

writing under the cut

@cassieisinthebasementt look i did it :3

Prologue

One step.

One breath.

Another step.

Another breath.

Freedom was so close.

She could almost taste it.

There was chaos behind her.

She had to push forward.

She had to survive.

For both of their sakes.

She couldn’t be responsible for another death.

1

Sienna sighed as she glanced around the museum. She had her earbuds in, blasting music as loud as she could.

Gladiators are so cool!

Imagine getting to stab people…

I’d love to be a Roman emperor…

The music helped quieten the thoughts a little. Just a little. 

A boy caught Sienna’s eye. He had the most gorgeous brown hair- and were his eyes teal?

Sienna let out a quiet breath as she turned back to the armour displays she had been looked at beforehand. A tap on her back made Sienna whirl around.

Standing there, the beautiful boy she had just seen, in all his teal-eyed glory.

“Hey,” The boy had a crisp accent, vaguely similar to the ones Sienna sometimes mock-imitated with her little brother.

Sienna was silent for a few seconds before responding. “Uh, hi? Can I help you?”

The boy grinned a movie-star-worthy smile.

Sienna instantly flushed. “...Well?”

“Is this you?” The boy shoved an article forwards- the local article, in fact.

‘WINNER OF STATE MATHEMATICS COMPETITION!!’

Underneath the headline was a picture of Sienna. 

“Uh- I-” Sienna stuttered over her words for a moment. “Well, yeah.”

The boy grinned. “Cool, right person, then. I’m Fitz Vacker.” He held out his hand.

Sienna hesitated before shaking it. “That’s a weird name.” She said.

Fitz rolled his eyes. “It’s not weird. Now, come on, we have a place to be.”

Sienna frowned. “What do you mean we?” This guy- Fitz- was crazy if he thought she was going to just come with him.

“Oh. Yeah. I probably have some explaining to do,” Fitz chuckled. “Listen-”

“Stop,” Sienna interrupted. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but rack off.”

Fitz flinched slightly. “Sienna-”

Sienna was already striding away.

2

Sienna ha to perform a horrible task that afternoon- her parents were at work so she had to look after her ten-year-old brother, Cory.

“Sienna! There’s somebody at the door,” Cory yelled from the front hall. “Is it your booooyfriend?”

Sienna groaned. Stupid little brothers. “Cory, shut up,” She winced as she drew closer to her brother and his thoughts.

I’m so telling Dad that Sie told me to shut up!

Sienna opened the door and froze.

It was Ritz.

Wait, no, that’s a food, she told herself.

Fitz- that was it.

“Can I help you?” Sienna sighed.

Fitz grinned what Sienna had now deemed The Smile. “Just came to talk.”

He glanced at Cory.

“Go away,” Sienna told Cory bluntly. “If I catch you eavesdropping, you’ll be in huge trouble.”

Cory scampered away, muttering a highly inappropriate comment.

Fitz gave Sienna an amused glance. “That was cute,” He commented.

Sienna shot him a glare. “What do you want?”

Fitz sighed. “Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“That was to be expected,” Fitz extended his hand. “Please, Sienna, this is important.”

Sienna was silent.

Fitz groaned. “Listen, I need you to come with me.”

“Oh, okay, let me get in your van too,” Sienna deadpanned. 

Fitz frowned. “What…? You know what, never mind. Please, Sienna.”

Sienna glanced backwards for a moment.

“Don’t worry about your brother,” Fitz said softly.

Sienna sighed. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” She took his hand.

Fitz laughed. “You won’t, I promise.”

Sienna watched as Fitz pulled out a stick with a crystal on the end. “Nice magic wand,” She said sarcastically.

Fitz rolled his eyes. “It’s a pathfinder. My dad’s one, actually.”

Sienna blinked.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Fitz chuckled. “We elves light leap to get around, it’s-”

Sienna interrupted him. “Elves?  As in tiny guys with pointy shoes that work for Santa?”

“...Santa?”

“You don’t know him!?” Sienna proceeded to then spend the next ten minutes explaining Santa and Christmas to Fitz-the-dumbass, who was now laughing.

“I am not a tiny slave!” he wheezed.

Sienna scowled.

“Now,” Fitz’s expression turned more serious. “I need you to concentrate on me, yeah?”

“Okay?” Sienna was confused.

Fitz raised the weird pathfinder-that-actually-belonged-to-his-dad thing to the sunlight outside, holding Sienna’s hand tightly.

Sienna gasped softly as a beam of light was reflected from the crystal.

Then Fitz pulled them both into the light.

Sienna felt a mix of swirling emotions as her whole body tingled. All she could see was light, brightness everywhere.

Then, she was on solid ground, instantly falling.

“Never- ever- make me do that again,” Sienna muttered. She was about to Vegemite up her lunch.

Fitz was still wearing The Smile on his face. “You’ll get used to it,”

“What do you mean ‘get used to it’?” Sienna demanded, but Fitz was already walking forwards.

“Fitz!” Sienna hurried to catch up. “What- oh!”

The sight in front of her was absolutely breathtaking, erasing the millions of questions in her mind from focus momentarily.

A crystal city. Buildings rose up, each constructed from a different gem. Amethyst, diamond, ruby, obsidian…

Sienna let out a quiet gasp.

“Eternalia,” Fitz said, gesturing to the shimmering city. “The capital of the Lost Cities.”

“...Lost Cities?”

“Right. The Lost Cities, the land that belongs to us elves. Among other intelligent creatures.”

“Not us, you guys,” Sienna corrected.

“No, Sienna. You’re an elf too.”

Sienna froze. That was ridiculous. She wasn’t an elf- she didn’t have pointy ears, or jingle bells…

“No I’m not,” She scoffed. “That’s stupid.”

Fitz sighed. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But it’s true. You are an elf, Sienna Fox.”

Sienna was silent. She was an elf. Not Sienna the girl- Sienna the elf.

“Why is your head silent?” she blurted.

Fitz tilted his head. “What do you mean- wait.”

There was a moment of silence between them. 

“You’re a Telepath?” Fitz’s eyes widened.

Sienna’s voice was barely a whisper. “...Yes.”

Fitz seemed to take a few moments to digest this information. “Okay, Sienna. Let’s…get you back home.”

3

As soon as Sienna was ‘light leaped’ back home, Fitz was gone. She looked around, confused. 

Had she imagined the whole thing?

Sienna stumbled through the front door, hearing the familiar sound of the TV down he other end of the house.

Sienna peeked into the lounge room to see Cory watching a show or something like that. She let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t noticed her brief disappearance. 

Sienna fled to her room. What was going on? Was she going crazy?

She sighed as she flopped down onto her bed.

“The thoughts are getting to me…” She murmured.

Sienna had hit her head when she was five, waking up in hospital. That was when she could suddenly hear other people’s unfiltered thoughts.

Sienna was terrified at first- who wouldn’t be?

She soon found ways to quieten the crashing waterfalls of thoughts, however.

Loud music, reading, zoning out…

As Sienna laid in bed, she sighed. Why couldn’t she be normal?

Ever since the accident, Sienna had been different. Even her parents noticed the change.

Hearing everybody’s thoughts must finally be getting to her.

The sound of her dad’s voice down the hall alerted Sienna to his presence.

Sighing, she reluctantly stood up. “Hey, Dad,” Sh greeted, poking her head out of her door.

Her dad grinned. “Hey, kiddo. Good excursion today?”

No, it was horrible, Sienna thought to herself privately. “It was good, I guess,” She said instead.

“That’s great, what-”

Her dad was interrupted by a very loud Cory.

“Dad! Sienna should be in suuuper big trouble. You won’t believe what she said to me today…!”

Sienna groaned internally. Stupid Cory.

At school, Sienna tried to stay away from the older kids.

Some of them had the most horrifying thoughts. Sienna knew many things she definitely did not want to know.

THe library was just about empty that morning, like most days. There were a few people nearby, but their thoughts were focused on their studies.

Sienna was reading a fantasy book- her favourite genre. (Also the only genre she read.)

Just as she was at the climactic battle scene, somebody interrupted her.

“Hey, Sienna,” Fitz flashed The Smile at her.

Sienna paused. “...what the hell? Are you stalking me or something?”

Fitz laughed at that.

“I’m serious…” Sienna mumbled.

Fitz rolled his eyes lightheartedly. “Listen, I’m taking you to see my dad,” He explained.

Sienna frowned. “I’m at school! You can’t just take me away when class is about to start!”

Fttz sighed. “This is important, Sienna.”

Sienna went to protest, but Fitz seized her wrist. “You need to come,” He told her firmly.

Sienna muttered a curse under her breath. “Fine.” She relented. She certainly wasn’t immune to The Smile on Fitz’s face.

Fitz let out a breath of relief. “Okay, let’s go.”

Sienna didn’t understand how they were where they were.

She and Fitz were standing in front of huge, glowing gates.

She hadn’t wallen this time, but definitely felt like Vegemiting up her food again.

“Everglen,” Fitz gestured to the glittering mansion behind the gates. “My house.”

Sienna almost choked. “What are you, billionaires?”

Fitz shook his head. “Human houses are pretty tiny, huh?”

Sienna crossed her arms. “This is unnecessarily huge, though,” She pointed out.

Fitz tilted his head. “I mean…”

Before he could elaborate, the glowing gates swung open.

A tall man with hair and eyes the same colour as Fitz’s stepped forward. “Sienna,” He greeted warmly with an accent just like Fitz’s. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Alden Vacker.”

Sienna realised he couldn’t hear Alden’s thoughts, just like it was with Fitz.

While Alden kept talking, she was distracted. Sienna had read plenty of books about telepathy. Maybe…?

Without hesitating, she tried to focus on Alden, and his mind.

One beat. 

Two beats.

“You’re making me go through a test?” Sienna exclaimed loudly.

“Sienna!” Fitz looked horrified. “You can’t just read somebody’s mind without their permission!”

“...Oh.” Sienna hadn’t known that.

Alden gave her a sympathetic smile.

“It’s alright, you don’t know our rules,” He assured her. “And, yes, a test. To determine whether you’ll be attending Foxfire.”

“...Foxfire?”

“One of the most noble schools in the Lost Cities!” Fitz piped up.

Were they implying Sienna was going to go to school here?

Alden led them both through the gates, towards the crystal mansion. Sienna as in complete awe of the giant estate around her.

“Enjoying the view?” Fitz chuckled.

Sienna’s face flushed slightly. “I don’t usually see houses like this every day,” She hiffed.

She watched as Alden pushed open the beautiful front door, revealing an interior even more elegant as the exterior. She found herself staring at the decorated walls as Fitz shepherded her into what seemed to be the lounge room.

The breathtaking girl sitting inside caught all of Sienna’s attention.

4

The girl splayed out on one of the couched was the most beautiful person Sienna had ever laid eyes on.

Long strands of chestnut hair reaching down her back. Striking teal eyes that just reflected the sunlight in just the right way. Tanned skin that looked as smooth as silk. Curves in all the right places.

Sienna had to resist the urge to gasp.

The girl turned to look at them. At the sight of Sienna, she scowled. Even her lips were stunning, painted a gentle red that drew Sienna’s eyes to them.

“Fitz, who is this?” The girl demanded, rising to her feet. 

“Sienna Fox,” Fitz replied, since Sienna was too busy trying not to stare at the beauty before her.

He nudged Sienna gently. “My sister, Biana."

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Was Qubo actually coming back?

So I heard a rumor that's been going around that The Qubo Channel, an American children's tv channel that ran from 2007-2021, was coming back in 2023 and this idiot fan did everything they could to make it seem real, videos and everything but it all turned out to be fake. They said that the company E Scripps announced it but they never did and this random person made an entire wiki page of it too. Qubo is officially never coming back, although I hope someone will have a solution or come up with a replacement kids channel. It's sad that kids have nothing that genuinely teaches them good lessons, besides Bluey. Don't get me wrong, I love Bluey, Bluey's awesome but it's like the only thing that kids can watch nowadays that's good for them. In my opinion, you need MORE THAN ONE SHOW! You don't have to have as many shows as I did growing up, but you can't only just have one show either.

I'll admit I was more of a tv kid, but I grew up in a small, dumpy town in Pennsylvania and I had no siblings or kids in the neighborhood to play with. I also never really had close friends at school who I got to hang out with outside of school, because school days lasted long and we were private people. When I got home, I'd most likely draw, watch tv, or take a nap. I did spend time outside but not in the autumn and winter as much because I hated cold, especially when I got older. I did watch a lot more tv than most kids did but it wasn't an unhealthy amount. I also wasn't really a Disney movie kid as much either. Disney channel? Yes, but I didn't really watch much of their animated movies growing up, especially not the older ones that everyone else grew up with. I had older parents and also was raised by my grandma, and no siblings so it's not like we had family movies nights like some families. Being an only child, I was basically the boss of the tv and my mom grew up playing outside and not much of a tv kid, so she just let me watch the kids shows that were playing on tv. Just to clear things up, I was born in November of 2002 and my mom gave birth to me when she was 42 years old, so a lot of stuff from her time wasn't really meant for kids. So yeah, I mostly just grew up watching tv channels. I was lucky enough to have Qubo, Sprout and the Nickelodeon and Disney channels. Lucky for me, I didn't watch much Cartoon Network, which in my opinion was kind of a good thing because a lot of stuff back then was inappropriate. Thank God I had more relaxing and... less unhinged shows to watch on channels like Sprout and Qubo. I know Qubo had its fair share of weird shows like Grossology and Being Ian, but most of the Qubo shows were good. In fact, some of my favorite shows ever came from Qubo!

Let's have a little talk about a well known Canadian show that was based off a book series, called "Scaredy Squirrel". If you were in Canada, you probably watched Scaredy Squirrel on YTV or Treehouse, but us Americans watched it on Cartoon Network, Disney X.D or Qubo. I was the kid who watched it on Qubo because I ignored the Cartoon Network channel growing up and I think around 2013 was when I started to hate Disney so... yeah. I became a fan of Scaredy Squirrel through Qubo and that show means so much to me. Another show that means a lot to me is called "Marvin the tap-dancing Horse" which originally aired on PBS kids for like 2 years, as part of a block called the "Bookworm bunch" which only lasted a short time and plus, I wasn't even born yet. I got introduced to Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse through the Qubo Channel and I absolutely fell in love with it. Honestly, those are both very underrated shows and deserve an actual FANDOM rather than 3 fans. A few people I know have at least heard of Scaredy Squirrel barely anyone has heard of Marvin the dancing horse (and yes, Marvin is based off a book too). I highly recommend those shows, as well as many others!

Cable tv is kind of shutting down now anyway, and it's sad. All we have now is streaming services and a lot of them just don't have those nice kids shows that Qubo had. A lot of those shows were cute and not too overstimulating for the younger kids, and almost everything they have now is for older kids. Sprout became Universal Kids, which is more for older kids and they didn't need to do that. We need more things for little kids too. Also, as a 21 year old with trauma, I don't like rough adult shows like South park and Hazbin hotel, I want more calming shows like Scaredy Squirrel and Toddworld. (Also, I'll put a list of my favorite shows from Qubo in my last paragraph).

I hope one day I can make my own tv channel or streaming service to replace Qubo or Sprout, but nothing can really "replace" my favorite channels growing up. Also, if you want some relaxing kids shows from Qubo to watch, I'll give you some;

Scaredy Squirrel, Toddworld, Stella & Sam, Timothy goes to school, Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse, Maggie & the Ferocious Beast, Harry & his Bucket of Dinosaurs, Miss Spider Sunny Patch, Babar, Veggietales, Gofrette, I Spy, My Friend Rabbit, Sandra the Fairytale Detective, Willa's Wild Life, Pecola, Turbo Dogs, Sidekick, and Stickin' Around (although there's a trigger warning).

Tell me what you think and if you agree! Are you too a Qubo or Sprout fan?

[snowball-doie]

Now I need a blurb about wayv babysitting and finally feeling understood in their language struggles😡😡

It took lots of convincing to get a babysitter for Reyna. It was a winter night close to Christmas, the lights were all lit up around the city, and all the boys and Ahri wanted was one date night where they could go out and get barbeque together, maybe drink a little, and perhaps make their way to noraebang... Winters were really the only time they could go out together because everyone was bundled up in so many clothes, that they couldn't be recognized, and even if they were, it just looked like the boys were out with someone they worked with. Nothing wrong with that. But in order to pull of their big date, they needed someone to look after their daughter... and now that she was in daycare, she was a menace to society. She liked to play hide-and-seek..... without telling anybody. It always scared the shit out of whoever was home to look after her. And she was learning all kinds of inappropriate jokes from the boys at school, and she was going on and on about how she was going to marry three of the boys in her class-- The boys and Ahri needed a night off. So Johnny asked Ten first if he'd be willing to babysit. Nope. Kun? Hell no. Did they trust the triplets to look after her? Not really. Winwin? He only said yes if the other boys would be there with him to hang out. Aigo. So Johnny and Taeyong did the convincing, finally getting all of the WayV boys to show up in the evening, ready to look after ONE KID, food stocked in the fridge, emergency numbers taped to the door, video games updated on the TV. They had everything they needed. "Call if you need anything!" Ahri yelled as she was pushed out of the house by an impatient Jungwoo. "Or don't!" Hyuck called out. "Please don't call unless someone's dying," Jaehyun begged them quietly before slamming the door shut.

The boys looked down at Renya.

"What do we do with her?" Hendery whispered to Xiaojun in Cantonese. "How the hell am I supposed to know?" "Does she need to eat?" Yangyang whispered in Mandarin. "I already ate," Reyna said in Korean. The boys jumped back, like she was a bomb that had been set off. "Do we make her watch a movie?" "Is it bed time yet?" "Maybe we give her a snack?"

"You look old..." she said in broken Chinese. "Are you older than my dads?" she asked in Korean.

The horror on Kun and Ten's faces was............ indescribable. How did she know how to say that? WHY did she know how to say that? Did Chenle or Renjun get to her first? No, it had to be the work of Haechan......

"How much Chinese do you know?" Winwin interrogated.

Reyna shrugged. "My friends at school taught me a little bit. My appa thinks it's funny."

"Which one?" Yangyang asked before he suddenly got elbowed in the side by Kun.

Ten gulped and kept Reyna at an arm's reach while shooing her away to the couch to sit. "Let's put a movie on, ya?"

"Haiiiii."

The whole night, the boys just side eye Reyna. Did she know what they were saying in Chinese? They tried every dialect they could think of, and Reyna never gave them a hint as to whether she was eavesdropping or not. She really was Hyuck and Jungwoo's kid. THAT WAS WHY THEY DIDNT WANT TO BABYSIT!!!!

"Another!" she exclaimed excitedly in Mandarin.

The boys looked so fucking confused. They couldn't figure that kid out for the life of them.

"Can I watch you guys play Mario Kart?" she asked with a mixture of Korean, Japanese, and Mandarin.

"She's just like us...." Xiaojun said, baffled. "More like Ten who can never make up his mind with what language he wants to pick for the day," Hendery added. "Hey! I try my best, okay!" Ten defended helplessly. "Says the one who thought boxing ring (in Cantonese) meant the same thing as a boarding house. Yeah, sure." "Hey, I'm older than you, show some respect!" As Ten was about to tackle the triplets, Kun and Winwin tell them to knock it off. "Isn't it past your bed time?" Winwin questioned. "What my parents don't know won't hurt them," she continued to speak in various languages. The whole room settled.

"She gets us."

After that, the triplets are besties with Reyna. They're always jumping at the opportunity to babysit her, begging Jaehyun to bring her to the office more often, ditching their own practices to see her when she is there, etc. Ten is just confused-- But also threatened? He's the polyglot of NCT, okay! He can't get beat by a kid!

"Okay, okay, no matter what happens, you have to reply to them in Korean for the first few minutes, okay? And once their guard is down, that's when you switch up," Yangyang said to Reyna who was nodding and pumping herself up for their prank. "No backing down," Hendery told her. She saluted at the three men crouched down in front of her, "Yes, sir!" "Go get 'em."

The boys watched through a crack in the door as Reyna waddled into the Dream practice room where Hyuck and Mark were. They immediately stopped their dance to greet their daughter, but she ignored them and instead walked over to Chenle and Renjun who were relaxing on the couch. She pulled herself up onto the couch then sat between them. "What's she doing here?" Mark asked. No one knew. "Appa Jaehyun brought me to work today!" "Doesn't she have school?" he continued to talk to Hyuck who was nodding with disappointment. How many times did they have to tell Jae to stop pulling Reyna out of school to bring her to the office? "Where's appa now?" Hyuck asked. Reyna shrugged. She turned to Renjun, and like a kid would, she started crawling all over him, intruding on his personal space, just so she could tug on his long hair. "Are you gonna dye it purple again, uncle?" Renjun laughed, "Not for a while, sorry." "That makes me sad," she said in Chinese. Chenle began laughing loudly while Renjun went pale. "You look pretty with purple hair," she complemented in Chinese. The life drained from his face some more. "What?" "Why're you laughing, uncle?" she teased Chenle who immediately fell silent. "Your green hair is starting to look like puke." "Hey, young lady!" Mark scolded, picking her up off Renjun's lap. "That's not nice." She pouted, "But it's trueeeeeeee, dadddddd!!" Giggling in the doorway caught Haechan's attention. He walked over and suddenly opened it all the way, watching as the triplets all fell on top of each other cartoonishly with groans of pain. "Well, at least we know who put her up to it now."

"They have to stop teaching her Chinese," Renjun said in Korean, still shell shocked. "She's getting really good...."

"It was funny up until she turned on us," Chenle agreed with a blank, mortified stare.

The triplets laughed before scurrying out, abandoning Reyna to have to answer to her dads alone.

[saetoru]

I know it's been a while since your blue lock era but have you heard that the Nagi and Reo spinoff is getting a movie?

Unrelated but the thought of ex convict Geto just being so gentle and smilely with his girls and all the other mother just watching him. Or maybe they are all waiting for their kids to be dismissed from school and have small talk about random things and all the moms realize he is the whole package. Hot, attentive, funny, etc.

NO I DIDNT HEAR TY FOR TELLING ME !!! i must catch up on bllk i rly rly rly miss it so much genuinely sobs my baby sae calls to me every time i stare at the comm it might be the loveliest comm i have ever gotten

ANYWAYYYYYYYYY I RAISE U THIS !! the pre school teacher is young, not much younger than u and suguru. she meets him 1-on-1 one day after he runs a little late to picking them up and has to stay with the girls till he shows up. she’s a bit annoyed that the guy with tattoos is late bc she’s heard about him—heard that he’s jobless and has a history of trouble. she can’t help but think to herself how he must be a lazy, unbothered parent who accidentally knocked up some chick and has taken that chance to leech off of her as he “stays for the kids.”

and then. he comes jogging up, out of breath and so, so apologetic as he rambles a string of sorry’s and it won’t happen again’s. she’s frozen—watches as the girls quickly run up to him, feels her heart skip two beats—maybe three—when he chuckles softly and says in that smooth and low voice, “hello ladies, how was school? did we do some learning? that’s important, y’know.”

nanako answers first, as she always does—she’s always the center of attention. “i dissected an owl pellet daddy,” she grins happily, “mimiko didn’t help.”

mimiko speaks up from the side, “it was gross.”

he nods, serious as ever, listening attentively as they babble and go on about their day. it’s like this is the most important part—like the world doesn’t exist when it’s his girls, like no one else matters. he gives the occasional mhm and oh, really? and oh wow! as they ramble. this might be the most their teacher has witnessed mimiko speak all year. and then he looks up and spots her, realizes she’s there and gives her the most sheepish smile she’s ever witnessed before clearing his throat.

“i’m so sorry about this,” he says gently, genuinely—like he really is sorry he’s late and like he never meant for it to happen. she’s starting to realize he didn’t, that when it comes to his girls, he takes everything seriously. including picking them up on time.

“no, that’s okay,” she mumbles softly, giving him a smile. his earrings aren’t so bad up close—in fact, they suit him really well. “the girls are a joy to be around, they’re very well behaved.”

“good,” he chuckles smoothly, grinning down at them in pride, “they get that from their mother. i’m a bit of a trouble maker,” he says fondly—and the mere thought of you softens his eyes, makes them a shade lighter as they brighten up.

right—their mother. you. he has a wife, maybe a girlfriend. she doesn’t see a ring on his finger—but either way, he’s taken. somehow, there’s a pit of disappointment weighing in her gut, sinking to her stomach and making her taste bile.

“oh, well, you guys have a beautiful family,” she smiles tightly. how did he win her over so fast—how did he manage to steal her heart so quickly? this is inappropriate, he’s the father of her students. a taken one at that—but geto is so smooth, so surprisingly gentle with an air of mystery that just makes him so desirable.

and then he slings both of his daughters’ backpacks over both his shoulders, grabs their hands and smiles sweetly as he says, “see you tomorrow!”

she hears him murmur a distant, wanna visit mommy at work? and the chorus of yeah! let’s see mommy! from the two girls. it makes her realize that maybe she was wrong about geto suguru. and somehow, she really really wishes she wasn’t—it’d be easier that way.

[bigtreefest]

Hi! Hope your weekend is going great!

You're going on a two week long cruise with a large group of friends and family, but OH NO, the booking's been messed up and now you are forced to choose who you're going to share a room with. Fortunately, there are two beds, but the cabin is still cramped…

Best friend's brother Jake: Over the last few years, Jake's and yours relationship has gotten a lot better, to your best friend's joy. Now you can't stop him from complimenting you, even though it's embarrassing some times. And he's so thoughtful! Asking if you need anything when he runs to the store or offering his hoodie when you're cold

Dbf Ari: There is not denying Ari's charm. He is casually flirty with everyone but the way his eyes focus on you when you speak makes your skin tingle pleasantly. The last game night you played twister and Ari complimented the way you could bend your body in a way that made your brain spin with inappropriate thoughts.

Childhood friend Steve: He's always been by your side, even if you were separated when you both went to college, after he moved back you've been hanging out just like old times. Except for the fact that Steve has filled out with muscles and now his smile makes your knees weak. During your usual movie nights he always finds some part of your body to massage, be it hands, feet or shoulders.

Sister-in-law's brother Ransom: How anyone could be snobbier than your sister-in-law you don't know, but Ransom sure is. Despite that, he's fun to bicker with and gives as good as he gets. You've also seen a different side of him, a much softer one, that despite what he wants the world to think of him, he actually cares about a lot of things. You, among them.

Who are you going to share with? 🍹

Hi! My weekend was pretty alright, thanks.

But fr, omg, Cate!! It’s so difficult to choose!!! Like, I’ve literally had this sitting in my drafts for days because I have such decision paralysis. You’ve literally chosen all of the traits that make men hotter to me. What am I supposed to do???

I guess let’s talk through each choice?

Dbf Ari: I enjoy the flirt and the charm, and obviously the looks, but when reality comes crashing in, my parents would never go for that. They’d be furious and I’d quickly lose the novelty of hotness to age. Doesn’t mean I’m not asking him to help me apply sunscreen, though😏

Sister-in-law’s brother Ransom: while I enjoy seeing his softer side, I don’t want to rip on my outfits in the closet before I even put them on!! Doesn’t mean I won’t seek him out at dinner to make fun of others with, though. And maybe he’ll be good to spend time with at the shops.

Childhood friend Steve: I very much have a thing for friends to lovers. We evidently get along!! It would be so easy to share a small cabin together. And Steve! Steve is just the sweetest. I appreciate our closeness, but he’s never given a a true indication if there’s anything more and I can’t chase that forever. As a true friend, I want him to be happy, and sometimes that’s just by me being there for him, not necessarily romantically. If I’m not trying to see if anything happens in that department, I’d easily share the space with Steve. He’s so organized, but perhaps he gets up a little too early.

Best Friend’s Brother Jake: is now a good time to tell you I’ve been crushing on my best friend’s brother for like 16 years? Anyway, I choose Jake. I just love how I can tell he’s thinking of me, and paying attention. That’s something I crave, someone else knowing the details of what I need without me having to say it. Sharing a cabin is something I hope would push us farther, to the next step. I want late night conversations with him as we lay in bed, I wanna steal his hoodie when I insist we go up to the top floor late at night when the wind whips over the ship. I want him to cage my body against the railing and hook his chin over my shoulder as we stare out at the ocean. I’d love that peace, and the outward affection, as it’s just the two of us, enjoying the quiet moments where everyone is asleep. I want to find abandoned chairs and late-night cookies and hot chocolate, sitting cross cross apple sauce on them and just giggling and reveling in the night. In the time where no one else has to watch us interact and he can throw all the compliments he wants without me blushing. So we can finally, truly get to know each other so he’s not just throwing out random words to get my attention. He has it. It’s all his and hopefully he makes good use of it.

[gunilslaugh]

Hello hello~ I'm glad I've found your account on Tumblr I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😍😍 Can I maybe request Xdinary Heroes as your caring older brothers? If it's not a problem of course!

Thank you ~

I'm so happy that you love my account! That means a lot to me <3

All members  <^-*>

Summary: Xdinary Heroes as your caring older brother.

WC:988

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Definitely the type to check your outfit before you leave the house. He won’t let you leave if he thinks it’s inappropriate. If you came home late he would sit on the couch in the dark waiting for you to get home.

“Where have you been?” Gunil questioned in a calm yet eerie voice. It succeeded in scaring you since you had not expected anyone to be there. He laughs at your startled state, walking over to you patting your back. “Text me the next time you’ll be home late. I was worried,” he says before leaving to go to his room. If some asshole broke your heart, Gunil would do two things. First, console you. He would buy you your favorite ice cream, watch your favorite movie with you, tell how you were too good for them and that they didn’t deserve you. Second, he plots their murder. He wouldn’t actually do it of course, but if your ex tried to contact you again he wouldn’t be afraid to use his muscles if necessary.

Jungsu

He’s the sweetest. Even if he’s annoying you it still ends up with both of you laughing. Probably the type to take you on a sibling outing at least once a month. Protective over you when it comes to dating. Will become a whole private investigator to ensure the one you're interested in is good for you. For them, meeting Jungsu would be scarier than meeting your parents. Pays attention to you even if you think that he isn’t. You one offly mentioned about how you wanted a certain jacket when the two of you were just chilling watching t.v. He didn’t really respond just made a comment about how you always want something. However a few months later you were receiving that exact jacket as a birthday gift from him. When he’s out shopping he’d always pick up snacks that he knows you like or would randomly buy you a plushie/knickknack just cause he thought you would like it. 

Gaon/Jiseok

Like a best friend, but simultaneously a thorn in your side. You guys would be really close. Even though he’s older than you, people sometimes refer to you two as twins just because of how close you are. Would be the type to bug you when you have friends over, but it’s because he wants to hangout with you too. This means he’s pretty well acquainted with your friends and you are with his. If he discovered your crush on someone he would never let you breathe. Especially if it was someone he knew. Protective in the “only I can bully them” type of way. Will call your outfit ugly, but if someone else called it ugly he would defend you. 

“Their outfit is great! You just don’t understand fashion,”. Shares his accessories with you. Doesn’t even care if you don’t give them back, cause he’ll just go into your room and take them, maybe some of yours too. 

O.de/Seungmin

Reliable older brother. Would come pick you up late at night. Gives you a lot of advice. He always has an ear ready to listen to you. Would joke that he’s your therapist, but would actually be so glad that you trust him enough to tell him your problems. No matter how big or small they were. Seungmin wouldn't be that interested in your love life. Although if he found out that the person you were dating wasn’t treating you right he wouldn’t hesitate switching into big,scary, protective older brother mode. Speaking of protectiveness, he’d be subtly protective over you. If you’re out walking and a group of guys with an off putting vibe head your away he will casually switch to be on the side that they’re passing by on. Some guy is disrespectfully checking you out. You don’t even have time to notice, with how fast Seungmin is sending them death glares.

Hyeongjun/Junhan

He’s the loudest when he’s with you. Feels like he can just be himself around you. You are one of the people that he is most comfortable with.This comfortableness translates into you having immense solace with one another. Whenever you’re feeling stressed you’d go to him. He can tell when something is bothering you, even if you don’t say anything.  He wouldn’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it, but would let you know that he was there. Hyeongjun would always find a way to ease your mind. The two of you would have movie nights or binge watching sessions, where you could just forget about life for a while. He enjoys spending time baking with you. If you’re no good at baking then you’ll be a professional recipe reader and taster. Even though he is more reserved he would still speak up for you. You’re his dear younger sibling, so he naturally feels the urge to protect you.

Jooyeon

Another thorn in your side. He’d always find some way to bother you, but it’s how he shows his brotherly love. Yes he just walked into your room and left without closing the door behind him, but it was because he couldn’t tell if the noise he heard was you laughing or crying.If he sees that you actually aren’t in a good mood that day he would leave you alone. Instead now wondering what’s got you upset. If it’s because of another person he’d want to fight them. How dare they upset you? Again the “only I can bully them” type of protective. Loves to give you grief, but if someone else does, they don’t know what they just got themselves into. Would offer you the food that he doesn’t want or didn’t finish.Playing games is a sibling activity of yours two. Whether you're good at the game or suck at it doesn’t matter cause he just wants to spend time with you. 

[jorality]

I finally saw the Barbie movie and while it touched on so many subjects that I'm always down to discuss. I will say that it brought up an opinion of mine that I've never voiced to other people for fear of retaliation. So I'll just pose it as a question to all those who played with Barbie, Bratz or any other fashion dolls.

Did these dolls ever make you feel bad about yourself?

For years I've heard Barbie get blamed for body image issues and forcing a beauty standard on women, and I just don't agree with that sentiment.

I was the ugly fat girl growing up. I'm the prettyish fat woman now, and of course I had body image issues, but you know who made me feel horrible about it most?

Adults, other kids, my parents, musicians, magazines, TV, Dr. Oz probably.

There was a teacher in elementary school who constantly harassed and made fun of me for my weight saying things like "stop running, you'll cause an earthquake" among other actions that I realize now were hella inappropriate but it was all fun and jokes so who cared? It was so normal that I never really brought it up to my parents because this teacher picked on almost everyone. I was just another unwitting victim.

Something I hate to admit is that when boys would make fun of me it really fucking affected me. I still suffer with getting validation on whether or not I'm even attractive after so many years of trying to love myself. I want to get male validation and I fucking HATE it.

Which brings me to the Video Vixens. The hot Black girls with fat asses and little waists that my Black little girl self was told was the preferred version of a woman.

Until recently I never had a song sung about my body type, and the ones that did exist were icky.

Then there's the whole thing where I want to be in the entertainment industry and I CANNOT go on that rant right now, but let me just say, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HATE THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!

And before you ask, I once wanted to be on Broadway, children's programming and voice acting. For medical reasons I have set myself up for voice acting, but back when I was a stage actor??? Ugh!

But I'm spiraling, so let's move on.

What i'm trying to say is that I was never given the impression that I was SUPPOSED to LOOK like Barbie or any other fashion doll. At most I really wanted to dress like them, but back then clothes for fat kids were ugly as fuck! Which again I never really connected back to the dolls.

I'm an only child, dolls were my only friends sometimes, so instead of wondering why I didn't look like Barbie or Sasha I put those beasts in situations!

I get the psychology behind toys and self esteem, I've seen the lectures. I just want to know if I'm an anomaly when it comes to believing a toy truly has so much bearing on self esteem and body image to the point that there have been think pieces published about it.