#and their parent or whatever googles it and goes oh. oh no

[perenial]

we had one (1) copy of the shackleton little people big dreams book at work and its been haunting me for two months but i finally managed to sell it to today to someone asking for a good xmas gift for their 5 yr old nephew. get polarpilled kid

[kxsagi]

Hiii, first of all i want to say that your writing is sooo good.like you're literally my fave author in this app and I love how you characterize the bl boys. Anyways can I request blue lock guys with a single mom reader and how the guys react to the fact that she's a single mom(maybe the father left reader when she got pregnant or you can write whatever scenario you want regarding the bio father) and their interaction with reader's child. If you could, pls include isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin and sae.

Also take care and have a great day<333

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩”

a/n: OMG TYSM??? AAA THAT IS SO SWEET! take care and have a great day as well you pretty soul ❤️

i love the domestic fluff behind this request + reader def has another kid with them after

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

he’s surprised at first, but not in a bad way, just wide-eyed, taking it all in. 

“you’re a mom?” he blinks. “like… a real one? like… diapers and everything?” 

once he processes it, he’s all in. 

isagi grew up with supportive parents, so he has a lot of respect for the strength it takes to raise a kid alone. 

if you tell him the father walked out on you, he gets super serious, quiet and tense in a way you haven’t seen before. 

“you don’t have to tell me everything now, but if he ever tries to come back, you let me deal with him.” and the way he says it? dead serious. 

when he meets your kid for the first time, he brings a little soccer ball and awkwardly crouches down like he’s meeting royalty. 

“hi! i’m… yoichi. i kick balls for a living.” 

you: “okay let’s… rephrase that.” 

but it works. he’s silly, energetic, and so patient – your kid absolutely adores him. 

he’ll start doing commentary while the kid’s eating cereal, like it’s a world cup final. 

“AND HE SCORES THE LAST FROOT LOOP! WHAT A LEGEND!” 

you catch him googling “how to be a good stepdad” at 3 AM. you don’t bring it up. but you definitely screenshot it. 

bachira meguru

bachira lights up when you tell him. 

“you have a little gremlin too?!” 

he’s thrilled. he doesn’t ask anything about the father unless you bring it up. he’s more focused on how he can be a fun and loving person in your child’s life. 

he sees your kid and immediately goes “wanna see my monster voice?” and makes the weirdest, funniest noise ever. 

the two of them are chaotic together. 

you walk into the living room and there’s glitter everywhere, paper hats on both of them, and he’s letting your kid draw a mustache on his face. 

“we’re pirates now,” bachira says, completely serious. “you have to pay the glitter tax.” 

when your kid calls him “meguru,” he beams. when they accidentally call him “dad” one day? he tears up a little. 

you: “you okay?” 

him, teary-eyed: “i would die for that child.” 

also probably teaches your kid to climb furniture and you have to ban them from the couch for a week. 

nagi seishiro

“oh,” he says when you tell him, blinking slowly. “that’s kinda cool.” 

nagi doesn’t react big. he just accepts it immediately, like it’s just another part of you. 

but inside? he’s kind of in awe. like you raised a tiny human? by yourself? sounds exhausting. 

“you must be really strong,” he mumbles, head on your shoulder. 

he’s surprisingly good with kids. laid-back, unbothered, and doesn’t treat them like they’re fragile. 

your child is obsessed with sitting on his shoulders while he walks around the apartment like a lazy giraffe. 

he lets them play games on his phone, and one time they accidentally deleted a rare gacha pull. he just shrugged. 

“they’re more fun to hang out with than reo.” 

he naps with them on the couch and sleeps through them using his hair as a blanket. 

he gets attached without even noticing. one day he buys a switch for them and says it’s “because they’re annoying when they’re bored” but you find it in his shopping history under “gift for my mini me.” 

itoshi rin

freezes when you tell him. 

absolutely panics inside but tries to stay stoic. 

“oh. okay. i see.” (he doesn’t see anything. his brain is buffering.) 

but once he calms down, he starts asking thoughtful, gentle questions. 

“what do they like to eat?” 

“do they know their father?” 

“are you… okay?” 

when you explain your ex bailed after the pregnancy, he clenches his jaw and gets really quiet. 

he just nods and says, “that’s not your fault. he’s pathetic.” 

rin’s not the best with kids at first. he’s awkward, stiff, stands like a statue, but he’s trying so hard. 

your kid hands him a toy and rin just… holds it. like it’s a grenade. 

“do i… do i play with it?” 

but one afternoon, your kid falls asleep on his lap and something in him just softens. 

from then on, he’s all in. buys extra snacks for them, watches their shows even if he doesn’t get them. 

“this blue dog… why is he emotional?” 

“it’s bluey, rin. let it happen.” 

itoshi sae

you expect him to be judgmental. he’s not. at all. 

he hears “i’m a single mom” and just says “okay.” 

“you’re still hot. and you’re a good mom. sounds like a win to me.” 

he doesn’t ask about the father unless you bring it up. when you do, he’s indifferent on the outside, but furious on the inside. 

“he left? while you were pregnant?” 

you nod. 

he just hums and says, “if he shows up, tell him to meet me. i’ll ruin his life.” 

when he meets your kid, he keeps his usual cool attitude, but your child’s the only one who gets to see him smile freely. 

your kid: “can you make silly faces?” 

sae: “no.” 

also sae, five seconds later: pulling the most cursed expression you’ve ever seen. 

he buys expensive stuff for your kid without blinking – custom sneakers, private tutors, limited edition toys. 

“i like spoiling them. deal with it.” 

you catch him once, watching your kid sleep while he absentmindedly brushes their hair out of their face. 

he looks at you and says, “this is the only family i’ve ever actually wanted.” 

yeah. you cry. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for inkwell behind the cut; "Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!" (( chrono || non-chrono ))

But also, Lynn almost definitely needs to sleep if he’s really stayed awake for four whole days. Or even, like, just mostly stayed awake. Maybe Kryptonians don’t need much sleep, but Billy’s definitely heard Superman at least mention sleeping before and Lynn’s still technically a newborn, and babies need a lot of sleep, right? And so do teenagers, actually, he’s pretty sure, ‘cuz he always hears about them sleeping a lot, so like . . . 

“Your head doesn’t hurt or anything, right?” Billy asks, and Lynn stays tense in his arms, but also keeps his grip on his sweater, so Billy’s not really sure, like . . . how to take that, or whatever. “Did you get hit in it too bad at Cadmus?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, still stiff. Which makes sense, Billy guesses, because–“It hurt a couple times, I guess. I don’t know what’s–’too bad’.” 

“How long did it hurt for?” Billy asks, his frown deepening a little more. “Do you feel, like–dizzy or lightheaded? Or, um–cottony? Like things are maybe a little, like, not connecting?” 

“Six to twelve seconds. And, uh–no,” Lynn says. “Nothing like that.” 

“Okay,” Billy says, and relaxes a little. Lynn’s pupils are both the same size and he didn’t act sleepy or out of it ‘til now, and Kid Flash and his parents apparently didn’t notice anything like that either, so . . . probably it’s fine? He thinks? Like, he’s definitely gonna google some stuff that the wisdom of Solomon is maybe a few thousand years behind on, medically-speaking and all, and also obviously keep an extra-close eye on Lynn for the next couple days just in case, but he’s almost sure it’s fine. 

Just–as long as he keeps an extra-close eye on Lynn, anyway. He does know concussion symptoms can show up a few days later, so–yeah, definitely he’s gonna keep an eye on him. Six to twelve seconds isn’t very long for something to hurt, though, so he’s pretty sure he’s just being paranoid? 

But also he’s definitely gonna be paranoid about possible head injuries, so yeah, that’s kinda just gonna have to be a thing, Billy figures. Like that one’s just unavoidable. 

“You probably do need to sleep,” he says. “Like I don’t know how much Kryptonians have to, but if you’re getting wobbly that kinda, you know, implies you need to? Or at least need to pretty soon?” 

“. . . oh,” Lynn says. “Uh. Right.” 

Billy feels kind of guilty about saying that, because I slept for four months is a pretty blatant sign of Lynn definitely being at least a little bit leery about the idea of going to sleep on purpose, but like–well, it's gonna be worse if Lynn stresses himself out about it for too long first, he figures. And he's not gonna be a very good dad if he lets Lynn stress himself out worrying about stuff that’s, like–irrational? Which, he doesn’t wanna say that’s an irrational thing to worry about, because if Lynn’s worried he’s got good reasons to be, just–like–

[purplehalnw]

Okay so I, like many kids who read and loved PJO, found out that gay people existed because I read House of Hades. Tbh that memory has burned itself into my mind and I think about it constantly and so I just want to rant about it. So, here it goes:

I was twelve years old and was sitting in a brewery that my mom wanted to go to, reading a copy of HOH that I checked out from the school library. I got to the part where Zephyr (or whatever his name was) mentioned Apollo's and Hyacinth's myth right before the Cupid scene and I distinctly remember feeling really weird when I read that.

Obviously, I didn't know that two people of the same gender being in love was possible. Literally up to that point I thought that if two people of the same gender were married then they were just really good best friends 🤣. And also I think at that moment I assumed that if my parents didn't bother to tell me that two people of the same gender could be together then it must've been wrong or inappropriate or something. Literally my thought process during that whole sequence was "okay... That's weird.... I'll just ignore that and remember it as 'Apollo and Hyacinthia' instead" and to this day I still find it kinda funny.

So, yeah I just decided to put a pin in it for now and wait until I finished the book to decide whether to just completely ignore my discovery or to maybe do more research on my phone later.

But of course came the Cupid scene and oh my god let me tell you twelve-year-old me was shook. Literally eyes wide, jaw dropped, totally shocked. I think I was in shock for about three days after that.

I distinctly remember googling afterwards if Nico really did like Percy to see if what I just read was actually true and then I was looking for spoilers about whether Nico would later tell anyone else about it and what their reactions were. And it was this googling that made me discover the word "gay" as well as introducing me to fanfiction.

So, yeah it's nothing too crazy but idk this just had a great impact on me and I wanted to get it out.

[svnaaaaaa]

Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : inspired by 'monte carlo' staring selena gomez. a tale of two sisters, one announced as heiress and one just a backup incase something bad happened.

warning(s) : french-google translated

previous : -

next : part two

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author's note : hi all. i know i have a lot of explaining to do but, what i can say is that, i am sorry. i cannot go on with the 'corpse bride timothée chalamet au', because i felt out of interest for him (same goes with my past relationships, a bit personal sorry). recently i posted a formula one driver imagine and it was the bomb and i found that it has piqued a lot of people than what i posted before the imagine. i am sorry once again but i have no longer interest in writing about timothée chalamet anymore and right after i posted all ten parts of 'the parent trap', there will be no second season or whatever you called after a second part of a whole series. so yea, i hope this one also pique your interest and liking and as always, enjoy.

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a sun rises as a sign that the next day has come by and a new day has started. a social work course university student, y/n thomas, brisk-walked through her way to her faculty building placed in university of sydney as she was late for her 8-am class. "i'm late, i'm late, i'm late." was all muttered from her mouth as she walked through a sea of people here and there.

"this is all grace's fault for taking me to that stupid party." y/n mumbled, and as she almost reached her class, she almost slipped off to the floor while grabbing the door handle. a hand, not hers, grabbed her by her waist, stablized her back to her feet. "woah there, steady." an almost-french male voice was heard. y/n looked up and it was one of her classmates. it felt like a korean drama moment but both y/n and the guy snapped out of it once they realized where they're at. "uh, sorry and thanks." y/n said and she opened the door, entered the class hall, trying not to disturb the ongoing class.

"as you all are fully aware, next year will be your field education 1. be sure you are ready in preparing whichever places you picked and make sure that you have contacted your advisor regarding the locations you've picked whether it is suitable or not." the professor, dr. aikenmann explained and after that, the class continues on.

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there was a knock on a huge bedroom door by one of the helpers. "mademoiselle, c'est déjà le matin. (miss, it is the morning already.)" said the helper. "attends une minute. (wait a minute.)" a young woman answered as she was half-fully awake, patting on her fluffy cover blanket, searching for her beloved cat, samuel. as she felt the fur body of a cat, she smiled while her eyes were still shut. "te voilà. (there you are.)" she mumbled.

"good morning mother, father."

"good morning my sweetheart." mother replied as she was sipping her tea. mother wasn't her real mother, it was a step-mother. marie auclair-thomas, heiress herself to her father's company, being one of the most stock-share holder from the company itself. despite that, after the marriage with beau thomas himself, two of three beau's children left nice, french. but not amélie colette thomas, she was announced as a heiress and it was her duty to stay in nice for the sake of company's stock holders.

it has been five years since then.

"morning buttercup." father replied as he was scrolling his tablet, probably reading news or look into this morning stocks condition. "remember, you have to come with me to paris later on." father said as he set his glasses on the dining table, on top of the tablet. "is it about that racing thing? can i pass?" amélie asked as she took a bit from her toast. "no you cannot sweetie. you have a reputation and people need to see the heiress in the company." father explained. "what am i? paris hilton?" amélie replied smugly. "oh sweetheart, our company is one of the teams sponsor, of course you need to go and show your face at the race. even paris hilton went to the race and met her drivers. what was it honey?" mother explained as she looked at father's way. "mclaren i believe." father added and amélie, being herself, a snobby little brat, sighed heavily. "okay, okay." amélie said. "i'll go to your stupid race." amélie added.

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"hey, y/n right?" a male's voice was heard as y/n turned around and saw the earlier guy that caught in a moment with her as well. "urm yea." confused, y/n stopped her walking and fully turned her body. "i was just wondering, if you would like to meet up with the advisor together because i realized that we do have the same advisor." the guy said and realization hit on y/n.

"oh yea, and you are?"

"robert."

as they walked their way to the their academic advisor's office regarding the field education, they saw their advisor, professor dans, talking to some other students. "professor dans." robert said as they approached the professor and the students. the students dismissed. "oh hi robert, y/n, here to talk about your field education?" professor dans asked as her hand was on the door handle. "yes professor dans, we would like to ask for your suggestions as well." y/n added as robert nodded at her. professor dans smiled as she opened up her room office, entering and turning on the lights and air condition while saying, "please come in."

both robert and y/n entered the room office and professor dans made a gesture to ask them to take a seat each at the sofa that was placed in the room office while professor dans take a seat at the single seated sofa. "so what do you have in mind?" professor dans asked. "uh.." robert started. "i was thinking to do it at my home country, doing some volunteering works there." robert stated as professor dans nodded her head yes. "i see, interesting. it does have volunteering center there yes?" professor dans asked. "because if you just doing a volunteering job with having an office then your field education will be 'not complete', you need to find an office that does the job because you're still a student, not a volunteer worker." professor dans reasoned. she's good, no wonder they called her professor dansgon as in dragon. she looks all sweet on the outside but in reality, her words are kinda harsh but sometimes can bring down someone's self-esteem.

"how about you y/n, have you thought of yours? if not, please don't waste my time." ouch, professor dans said. her true colors are truly showing up.

"actually, i would like to do in unicef if it is possible?" y/n replied unsurely as professor dans just stared at her. then she just sighed. "look children, doing volunteer job is good because that is what your major is but don't forget, doing your field education while volunteering requires a lot of paperworks, you might have no time because doing volunteer job means most of your time totally focused on the jobs. you won't have enough time for your paperworks and never forget, you have to make a presentation once your field education ends. have you two even thinking about all of these?" professor dans snapped. y/n just biting hard on her bottom lip, an old, bad habit of hers while robert just looked down. professor dans continued on looking at them.

"listen, i give you two to rethink over this matter and come back to finalize on your field education. remember, as important in helping people, you need to know where your ground is as a student." professor dans said, and then dismissed.

"WHAT A BITCH!" grace's voice rose up as their surroundings were looking at them. y/n stared at grace with bored in her eyes as she knew how grace's reaction when came things like this. "who does she thinks she is?" grace continued. "a professor and an advisor and also an educator, no doubt she would say things like that grace." y/n explained. grace sighed. "but still, don't need to be so bitchy about it." grace defended, being a good friend which y/n being thankful for, sometimes grace don't know when to know how to limit her supportive self.

to y/n, it is common for an educator like professor dans being like that. because she (professor dans) knows what will happen if just solely doing what she (y/n) planned before. right now, she just wants sleep away the thought of wanting to kill professor dans for being her dragon self.

y/n sighed as she sloped her head on the dining hall table, groaning. grace looked at her best friend as she sipping on her milk tea. "you know, you could ask your sister about this." grace mentioned. y/n snapped her head at grace. her eyed were as if she could shallow grace alive right now, without a doubt. "i mean, that dragon did mention on how you need to apply from a company and duhh, your dad's company held a charity event for some children' helping solidarity whatever right?" grace said. y/n sighed once again. "i guess, i'll ask her later on." y/n said.

-

"welcome along to the france grand prix, which could be the last french grand prix." an announcer announced as the screen of the circuit shown. "it is round 12, as we headed to part two to this formula 1 season in 2022 as we take place over 53 laps." the announcer continues as the graphic of a circuit shown where the race took place in.

amélia who stood in the ferrari hospitality, fanning herself as the heat from outside haven't left from her yet. "ugh, can't this thing get over with?" amélia grumbled to herself as she stood and watched her father's back alongside with ferrari's team principal fred. beau turned around to see amélia awkwardly stood there while fanning herself. "fred, this is my daughter, amélia. sweetheart, this is fred, ferrari's very own team principal." beau introduced as fred laughed to himself, humoured by beau's introduction. "pleasure to meet you fred." amélia said plainly. fred who understood, just smiled, knowing that not all can accept this kind of sport. "pleasures all mine madamoiselle, what a beautiful daughter came from a beautiful father aye?" fred said as he nudged beau's arm as beau just chuckled.

"ah charles." fred called as a guy in red suit walked by while sipping on his long strawed-bottle. the guy named charles walked over to fred. "i want you to meet amélia thomas, daughter of beau thomas." fred introduced as charles looked over to a girl who looked kinda annoyed by being here. "miss." charles said as he nodded his head. amélia, just nodded her head back, making things more awkward. "ah charles, pleasure to meet the driver that will bring victory to this team." beau said as he pat on charles' back, making charles chuckled to himself. "that is fluttering comibg from you sir. thank you." charles said while beau pat charles' back. "i need to go now, i'll see you later on mr thomas." charles said and off he goes to the ferrari's garage.

"let's go amé, the race is about to start." beau said while amélia walked towards the paddock, amélia's phone went off, signalling a notification.

hey ames, i was wondering if father's company still accepting field education student? - y/n sis

[darkwing-katy]

The Spider and the Fly Part II

Pairing: Eventual Leland x Reader (sorta? You’ll see what I mean)

Word Count: 3,943

Summary: All you want to do is get through your online courses and keep your best friend from making bad choices in men. But there’s this creepy therapist who is absolutely insisting on you making an appointment with him. Who the hell is this Leland Townsend, and why won’t he leave you alone?!

Part two of seven. Takes place sometime around seasons one and two.

The series is inspired heavily by my favorite poem, “The Spider and the Fly” (1829) by Mary Howitt. This poem is in the public domain.

Tagging: @primosflowergarden; @vi-er

Part One

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“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;

Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.

“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin.

And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly truck you in.”

You hang up your phone with a smug grin. So this Dr. Townsend thought he could intimidate you? Fuck that. You weren’t about to let that happen, and you’d made sure to give a fake last name, fake address (that you verified to make sure it wasn’t easily google-abley false), and left a fake phone number. It wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this—you’d made up fake names in bars when you saw creeps hitting on women (and men) who were clearly uncomfortable. One time you’d made up a whole elaborate backstory about being the adopted sister of a woman who was being harassed and that was why you looked so drastically different. The drunken creeps had bought your little story, and the woman had been so grateful for the help.

You’d scheduled the fake appointment with Dr. Townsend for a week from now, and you had such a great time imagining the pissed-off expression on his face when you never showed and he found that he’d wasted his time on you. Why the hell had he been so adamant about you meeting him, anyway? You didn’t need a therapist; if anyone did, it was Betty, who was already on the rebound with a guy she met on tinder. You loved your friend, but by God, she needed to take some time to figure herself out. Maybe she’d do that when she went to her parents’ place for the rest of the summer.

Life goes on, and you put Dr. Townsend out of your mind as you work your job at the bookstore and come back home to the apartment you and Betty share to work on your creative writing coursework. Your latest course assignments consist of reading multiple books in your preferred genre of writing, but they all have to be by different authors. You also have to keep a journal that you write in first thing in the morning, three pages, and a few things involving figuring out what your goals are as a creative person and what kinds of thoughts hold you back. It’s all very introspective, which was hokey at first, but you’ve learned some things about yourself, and you find that you actually enjoy the exercises…even if they feel silly at times.

You come home from work on Thursday to an unfamiliar car parked in front. That alone is enough to send your nerves tingling, but the real shocker is when you step into the apartment to see Betty sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea…with Dr. Townsend seated across from her.

What the actual fuck? you think as you stare at the scene before you. As if he’d read your mind, Dr. Townsend turns his head to look at you, a warm smile on his face that does not reach his eyes in any way, shape, or form. “Oh, hello there, (Y/N)! Betty was just filling me in on her latest boy toy problems. Man, that James sounds like such a wonderful fella, doesn’t he?”

From what you’ve heard of James, you already hated the guy, but you weren’t about to declare that in front of Betty. You’re not sure what your face looks like, but whatever expression you have seems to give Dr. Townsend some form of satisfaction because he leans back in the small wooden chair and takes another long draught of his cup of tea.

“Yes, Dr. Townsend was telling me that I shouldn’t be so quick to judge guys by their profiles,” Betty said with a wide smile. Hers is authentic, you note grumpily. “I know that you said I should investigate James some more, but Dr. Townsend thinks I shouldn’t be afraid to take chances and explore the unknown instead of going into a relationship knowing everything about a guy.”

“Please, call me Leland,” Dr. Townsend says, flashing what seems to be a friendly smile in Betty’s direction.

Betty titters, a weird sound that you do��not like hearing from your best friend. Oh, God, she’d better not be crushing on this asshole. It’d be just like her to fall for his charm and try to hit on him, even with the age gap.

“Alright, Leland,” she repeats, her cheeks pinking. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, but you need to stop this conversation right now.

“Betty, don’t you have to get to your Zumba class?” you say, your eyes darting to the stove clock. Her Zumba class isn’t until 5:30, but it’s close enough to now that she should be leaving, especially if she’s hoping to chat with her buddies in the class.

Betty jumps up from her chair, the legs scraping the floor as she turns her head towards the clock. “Oh, shit! Yeah, I gotta go!” She gives you an exasperated look. “I’m not even ready for it yet! Danny is gonna kill me if I’m late again.”

“Then GTFO,” you tell her, glad that she’ll be leaving the apartment. Of course, that means that you and Dr. Townsend—Leland—will be alone, but you can handle him. You just don’t want Betty to be collateral damage.

Leland the Loser keeps the smile on his face, but you doubt that Betty noticed that it never reaches his eyes, which are icy and fixed on you. You walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter to wait for Betty’s footsteps to head into her room. Leland opens his mouth to speak, but you hold up a sharp finger at him, and he clamps his mouth shut, though he looks irritated about being cut off.

You refuse to say anything until Betty’s gone, the door slamming shut behind her as she rushes out. The moment the door closes, you whip your head at Leland. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you demand as you glare at him. 

Leland tilts his head at you innocently. “You never showed up to your appointment yesterday, (Y/N),” he replies in a honeyed voice. “I was concerned.”

And that is very fucking disconcerting. You’d given his office a fake address, a fake name. How the hell had he found you? “I think we both know I had absolutely no intention of meeting with you, Dr. Townsend,” you say in a flat tone.

“Please, call me Leland.”

“Fine, Leland. How the hell do you know where I live, anyway?”

His face changes. It’s a subtle shift, but it’s there, a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Ahh, yes. You gave my secretary a false address, false name, the whole dang shebang, didn’t ya?” That eerie glitter is back in his eyes. They’re just so damn blue. They’re not even a light blue; they’re dark and that makes them all the more off-putting. “It might’ve taken me much longer to track you down, but you made the mistake of using your own cell phone to call in.”

Oh, shit, you realize. “You tracked my cell phone?”

Leland smirks. “No, I just asked.” He doesn’t sound apologetic about it, not one whit. “I admire the effort, though. Not that it matters that much. If I wanted to find you, I would’ve found you.”

“Clearly,” you mutter as you scoot along the counter edge. Your kitchen knives are by the microwave, and something tells you that you might want them close. If this guy is so determined that he’s willing to figure out where you live and coerce your friend into letting him into the apartment…then he’s dangerous. 

His eyes catch your movement, and in less than a second, the smile is gone, replaced by a sneer. “You mind telling me why you’re so determined to avoid me, (Y/N)? Why you’re so…” his eyes dart to the knives and his lips curl, “afraid?”

You stop. You’re closer to the knives, but you’re also closer to him. What if he’s fast enough to get to you before you can grab a knife? You need a new plan. You mentally catalogue everything in your kitchen that you can use as a weapon. How fast can you unplug the microwave and throw it? “Well, you were pretty weirdly insistent at the coffee shop, and now you’re sitting in my kitchen. I think that’s reason enough to be suspicious of you,” you reply.

“Don’t tell me that you’re actually afraid of little old me?”

He sounds like he wants you to say yes, to admit that his presence makes you very, very afraid. Like hell you’re gonna admit that, especially if that’s what he wants.

“Concerned? Sure. Afraid, though?” You force yourself to chuckle. “What is there to be afraid of?”

He doesn’t respond, and the silence says volumes. You feel the goosebumps prickle again, but at least this time, you’ve got a light sweater on, a habit from your workplace. You’ve never been so grateful that the bookshop is kept at a freezing temperature as you are now.

Who the hell is this guy? You start to cross your arms but stop, knowing it would only make you look more defensive. Instead you put them on your hips. “The hell do you want with me?”

Leland adjusts the chair so that he can face you, and you curse internally at him. He knows you’re going for the knives and he’s telling you that he’s watching. “Like I said—I think we could do great things together.” He sets his mug down. “I’ve heard some interesting stories about you, you know.”

You purse your lips. “From who?” you ask.

He smiles, but there’s no kindness in it. “Oh, from some associates of mine here and there. They’ve hinted that you’re…quite imaginative when it comes to hurting people.”

“I don’t hurt people,” you snap. “I don’t do shit like that.”

Leland doesn’t look bothered by this revelation at all. “Alright, so then you don’t torment the men who hurt your friends? You’ve never done anything to the assholes who break your heart?” He raises his eyebrows, and you feel your breath catch.

How the hell does he know about that? Not even Betty, your best friend in the whole wide world, knows the extent of what you’ve done, the psychological vengeance you’ve exacted on each and every one of those dickwads. It’s almost a game at this point—you rank the men on how easy it is to scare them, on how elaborate your schemes need to be to terrify them. You’ve already started working on plans for James if he turns out to be just as shady as you expect him to be.

“No,” you lie, and Leland’s face twitches, like he expected you to do that. But how could he possibly know? You’re excellent at covering your tracks. There’s a reason you’ve never been caught by any of the exes.

“Why are you lying, (Y/N)?” he asks in a silky voice. “You’ve done some fun stuff. You’re allowed to brag about it. This is a safe space.” He waves his hands at your kitchen and you scowl.

“No, it’s fucking not,” you reply, a touch too aggressively.

Leland sighs dramatically and rises to his feet. You ready yourself for—for what? Is he gonna attack you in your own kitchen? “What would it take to get you to come to an appointment, (Y/N)?” he asks, and there’s an odd wistfulness to his voice. You’re confused. You barely know the guy. Why does he care so much? Why do you matter to him? “I’m serious—I think you’d be surprised at how beneficial it could be for you.”

He’s just…standing there, waiting for you.

So you take a step forward in the hopes that maybe you can scare him off. He doesn’t step back, doesn’t even look nervous. 

“Nothing—I repeat, nothing—is gonna make me come to an appointment with you,” you tell him, your voice firm.

He sighs again, looks away from you for a moment as he seems to come to some sort of conclusion. “Alright, then. What about this?” He looks back at you, and you do not like the way he’s looking at you. You want to back up, but backing up would mean giving in, even if it might be safer to do that. “How about you come to an appointment, and I don’t slip into here in the middle of the night—or day, I’m not picky—and slit your friend’s throat?” He nods his head towards the empty chair that Betty had been sitting in when you’d arrived home.

His tone is amicable, pleasant, but the words are jarring enough that you do take a step back. “Uhm, what?” You say, certain that you must’ve misheard him.

He gives you a cordial smile, and his entire face is lit up with glee at garnering a reaction from you at last. “I mean, unless you want me to. God knows she’s a whiney little bitch who really needs to make better choices in men. It’s probably a lotta work keeping her protected from all the assholes of the world.” He shrugs. “Maybe you’d prefer it if she was gone. I can get rid of her body, too. Easy-peasy.”

There’s a queasy feeling churning in your stomach. Your heart is racing, and you’re trying to keep your breathing steady, but it’s hard when he’s talking like that—he’s fucking talking about murdering Betty, for Chrissakes! You have to breath in through your nose to keep it from shuddering.

You take another step back, this time on purpose. You need those knives now.

“What? You don’t like that idea?” Leland takes a step towards you, his face contorted into a mockery of concern. “You don’t like the idea of coming home to find that your roommate has disappeared without a trace?”

Your mouth opens and closes. You don’t know what to say, but you need to think of something, and fast, or else he’s gonna realize you’re feeling behind you for the knives. What would a final girl say? What would they say in the movies? “Uhm…thanks, but no thanks?” You say. Your voice is faint, and you hate it, because it’s betraying how worried you are. You suck in a shuddering breath. “I, uhm.” You shake your head in the hopes that it’ll clear your thoughts. It helps, if only a modicum. “As annoying as Betty might be at times, I’d, uh, appreciate it if you don’t, you know, murder her. Rent in New York is a real bitch.”

Alright, that works, you think to yourself. That’s morbidly funny, right?

Leland snorts in amusement, and you relax juuuuuuust a hair. He hasn’t yet noticed that you’re feeling around for the knives, and your fingers brush up against the wooden knife holder. “Great! So I’ll see you next Thursday at 3?” He chirps.

You blink as you lick your lips. “I, uhm. I work until 4:30.”

A flicker of irritation crosses his face. “Fine. Five, then.”

You nod. “Sure. Five.”

He holds up a finger at you. “Thursday! Don’t be late!”

You flash him the biggest smile you can muster as your hands wrap around one of the knives. “Thursday at five. I’ll underline it on my calendar.” You nod your head towards the magnetic calendar that’s hanging on your fridge, and when Leland glances at it, you strike.

On second thought, charging at the man probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had, but the fuck else are you supposed to do when he’s casually talking about killing your best friend?! It’s clumsy and dumb, but it’s too late; you’re committed to this. You lunge at him, the knife turned outwards. You’re really not sure what you’re meaning to do—intimate him? Slice him? Kill him yourself?—but it doesn’t even matter, because Leland has weirdly fast reflexes and he slaps the knife out of your hand easily. It doesn’t even fricking graze him, the son of a bitch.

The knife clatters to the floor. You try to duck down to grab it, but he grabs your arm and pins it to the table. You swipe at him with your other arm, but he manages to avoid it and pin that arm down, too. Now you’re both face-to-face, glaring at each other. You do the only other thing you can think of—you headbutt him, hard. He yelps in pain, but that wasn’t the best choice ever either because now your head hurts, too.

He releases your arms, but at the same time, he’s got the wherewithal to kick the knife away, and somehow you two have rotated in the kitchen so that he’s the one with his back to the rest of the knives and you’re the one with no other weapons.

Plus your head hurts like hell.

You’re huffing, breathing heavily, and he’s doing the same, but there’s laughter mingled in as Leland catches his breath. “Alright, that was fun! Not how I wanted our first session to go, but…” He raises a hand to you, not in retaliation, and you see that there’s red across his nose where your headbutt pushed his glasses into his nose.

You stare at him, dumbstruck, heart thudding in your ears. You’re genuinely not sure if you need to run away. You probably should, in all honesty, but then Leland moves, and you get ready to fight him again if you need to. 

But Leland doesn’t show any signs of wanting to keep fighting. Instead he reaches up to his cut nose, dips his finger in the red blood, and brings the finger to his mouth, where he slowly licks his own blood off of his finger.

And dammit all to hell, as fucked up as it is, it’s kinda sexy. You immediately shut down that line of thinking because what the fuck, brain, he just threatened Betty and for all you know, he might be planning to murder you after you just attacked him, you should not under any circumstances be attracted to that!

There’s warmth pooling in your lower belly as you watch him, and you have to wrench your face into an expression of horror to hide your true thoughts. God, what the hell was that?

Leland finishes licking his blood off of his finger and gives you a sultry, smug grin. “Oh, yeah, this is gonna be really fun,” he drawls, and there’s something in his voice that makes you flush, and you hate it. Betty is the one who falls for the shitheads. You’re the one who protects her from them. You do not put up with this kind of crap.

“Get out of my apartment,” you growl in a low voice, ignoring the throbbing in your forehead. You’re gonna have a lump there, you can tell.

His grin widens, and you catch a little splash of red on his teeth. He adjusts his glasses, wipes his nose. There’s no blood on the back of his hand, which means you didn’t headbutt him hard enough to break his nose. That’s unfortunate. “I can’t wait to see how next week goes. Maybe we’ll get to talk about Jordan.”

The name drop is casual, but the sensual warmth that you’d felt vanishes in a split second at the mention of your ex. You’ve been single for six months now, almost seven—Jordan was a disaster that fucked you up for a solid month and a half. How the hell does Leland know about him, though? You’ve taken great care to delete any and all traces of him. 

You don’t have time to ask that—not that you want to know, either. Leland Townsend has done his research on you and you hate it, but the sooner he’s out of your apartment, the sooner you can do some research on him.

“Get out,” you snarl. 

Leland looks pleased that he’s touched a nerve. “What’s the magic word?”

You glare at him. “Oh, my bad,” you say, forcing yourself to sound sweet. “I meant to say, ‘Please get the fuck out’.”

Leland laughs at that. “Alright, since you asked so nicely.” He turns his back on you, and you’re tempted to lunge for the knives and just stab him in his stupid creepy back, but he probably wants you to try that, and you can’t risk his stupidly fast reflexes, so you don’t. You stand in your spot, stiff, unblinking, only moving to make sure he’s actually going out the door and not trying to stay behind. “See you next week at five!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mutter. He flashes you yet another wide grin, one that you return in the most shit-eating way possible. His eyes are still cool, but they’re tinged with amusement. He enjoys your anger, the sicko. 

The moment the door shuts behind him, you rush to it and lock it. You also go to the window and watch him get into his car. He turns his head towards you as he opens the door and gives you a wave, which you return with a middle finger and another falsely bright smile. You see him laugh at you before he climbs into the car and drives away.

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” you ask as his car grows smaller and smaller, the distance between you and him growing greater. “What the fuck is going on with me?”

You turn away from the window and take a seat at the kitchen table, your eyes landing on the knife on the floor. You kick it, sending it spinning across the kitchen and under the fridge, which makes you groan in frustration as you drop to your knees to retrieve it.

When you’ve tossed it into the sink, you turn to the rest of the kitchen. Leland’s empty mug is still sitting there on the table, and you scowl at the sight. You’d love nothing more than to smash the mug, but it’s your favorite one. How the hell had he wound up with that mug, of all the coffee mugs in this place? It’s like he somehow knew that you’d want to smash it when he left, like this is some kind of sick test of your self-control.

Well, screw that bullshit. You’re not gonna smash your mug, but you’re not gonna take this lying down, either. You’re gonna research the hell outta this guy, and then once you figure out his weaknesses, you’re gonna scare the fuck out of him before he can do the same to you.

You make yourself pick up the mug and put it gently into the sink. There’s a smear of red on the rim, and you’re reminded of the way he’d looked at you as he’d sucked the blood off of his finger.

That warm feeling returns, and you hate yourself for being just a little turned on by the memory.

To stop yourself from reminiscing any further (you will not catch feelings for this psychopath), you turn to your writing assignments. Maybe writing about you feelings will get them out of your system, and then you can turn your full attention to researching this blue-eyed bastard.

You’re also gonna have to give Betty a talk about letting strangers into the apartment. A very strict talk.

“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said

They never, never wake again, who rest upon your bed!”

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Part Three

[ratherembarrassing]

2024: weeks 50, 51, 52

every year i try to be more dedicated, and that's all that matters i think. anyway. now i can scoot the entire rest of the year in here and set it free.

so many christmas parties: i think if i tried, i could become good at lawn bowls.

sometimes you just need to abandon your last day of work to go have a boozy lunch and shop, and become obsessed with the smell of the handsoap at your fancy lunch place only to discover days later that it was the bluey palmolive handsoap in a fancy bottle.

my new nighttime fun is watching the bats circling outside my balcony.

i did some dogsitting here here, and my god dogs are as much work as children.

you've gotta laugh or you'll cry, so we're going with laughing. a couple of days before christmas my grandmother calls my mum: is there a present in this house for me? my mum: ????? gma: your father says he thinks he gave you money to get me a present, but he can't remember if you gave it to him or where he hid it. (the present hadn't arrived yet.)

jingle bells batman smells. i did christmas on the gc with my nearest and dearest, just my parents and the niblings and my brother and his fiancee and her sister. 9/10 day, it ended with with something awful happening to a close family friend (they're fine now), but before that we taught my dad and the 9 year old beer pong and flip cup and everyone got what they wanted out of evil santa. a near perfect day.

green goes good with pink. i took my mum to see wicked on boxing day. the sum total of her comments were: "it was good. i loved it." zero hint if she saw the gay, but i saw her googling SOMETHING afterwards, so i hope she found a million articles about gelphie truther ariana grande.

sportsball, the summerest edition: i've been watching cricket?!

the diplomat (s1+2, netflix). what do you MEAN that's how s2 ends?!?!

fireworks night. my new years plans ended up being the most last minute 8 hour drive to adelaide to see in midnight with my uncle and his family, and there was board games and sparklers and we watched the fireworks. i'll put january 1st in next week's post, stay tuned.

because instead of spending the week at home i drove to another state, i've now done none of my new year "reset" whatevers, so uh. uh oh.

anyway. goodbye, 2024.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Home Is Where You Are

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: (From This Ask) Reconnecting: You and Pavitr were childhood besties, yet in-between your friendship, you had to move away. You guys were still in touch as well, but little did Pavitr know you decided to surprise him by finally moving back to your hometown where you and Pavitr used to live. Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers

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🎵 🎶 The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are 🎵 🎶 Song by Ant Utama A/N: Google says "meri jaan" can be used to refer both your gf/bf and your friends too(?), so if it's not so irl, just assume they're comfy w/ it 😅😅😅 LOL

Pavitr Prabhakar -or Pavi, as you often call him- has been your bff since childhood.

Stuck at the hip, running around doing mischeif and pleading your parents to allow just 5 more minutes playtime.. Oh, those were the days! A chuckle slips your lips when you remember that even as a child, he was proud of his hair.

You remember vividly, back when you guys first met. Pavitr's hair was wild and curly and all over the place, bouncing with his every step. It was physically untamable for him. He was fussing with it and you, having watched him for quite a while, offered to help him keep it in place with a messy pigtail and putting all your hairclips on him. It didn't help much but little Pavitr had been very grateful, a big smile pulled across his face.

That was in kindergarten.

Growing up, you became the closest of friends -and the most chaotic. There was no one in school who hadn't heard of the infamous micheif-makers, the prankster pair. Prank wars 24/7 and very concerning to the school board.  It was even more hectic when they tried to put you guys in different sections to discipline you. You threw a tantrum, he spilled food everywhere as all the other kids joined in; it was sort of a mutiny you guys had started. The headmistress then decided it was best for everyone to not separate you two and let you guys be in the same class thereon on the condition that there will be no more horsing around.

Things finally went back to normal and all was going well.. until your parents got a transfer.

You remember that day, when your parents said you were going to move. Initially, you had been over the moon, not knowing that it meant leaving Pavitr for good. God, you were so naive. But when it finally  dawned on you that this is where your friendship will possibly end, you ran to his house and cried to him. Pavitr shared your sentiment; he loved as much as you loved him and separating you guys just was wrong.

Whenever there's something scary at night or if he hears weird sounds that frighten him, Pavitr used to hide under the bed until it goes away. He suggested you do the same. So there you both were, crouching  under his tiny bed and staying there sharing stories and whatever 11 year olds talk about.

Uncle Bhim did find you soon enough and called your worried parents. A lot of kicking and screaming and yelling 'I don't wanna goooooooo!' while your parents dragged your naughty butt to the new home, practically ripping your hand away from Pav's.

It had been a bit too dramatic, now that you think about it, though a little funny too.

Pav had been crying for a week after you left, just like you, and every night for a month, Uncle Bhim would let him call you and speak. Then school began, and you drifted apart.

______

You stepped out of the airport and raised a finger, calling for a taxi.

It's been 10 years now. A decade since you and Pavi last saw each other in person. Sure, you stay in touch via video calls and social media but nothing beats physical connection.

You've graduated and found a new internship at your dream company that requires you to stay in Mumbattan. What else do you need? To say you were happy would be an understatement.

Dropping your things at your own apartment, you take the cab straight to Maya auntie's as he's still staying here to take care of her. (Hope she still likes pranks!)

The elderly woman is the first to greet you, full of joy, her aged eyes shining with tears of sentiment. "Oh, mera beta!"

You let her wrap you in her embrace and hug you close. Maya auntie shares your tears, giving a moment of respectful silence to Uncle Bhim. It's hard to digest his death when you loved him like your own father.

After pleasantries are exchanged, you're about to ask about him when doubt creeps upon you. Sure, you've talked a lot but.. Does he still feel the same way about you, or is it the version of you in his head? Does he still value your friendship like before? Or were you just a passing cloud? A chapter in his book? Just a childhood memory and nothing more?

But most importantly, has he found someone else more worthy of his time?

Maya auntie, always as perceptive as ever, sees the hesitation in your eyes and encourages you to give him a surprise, assuring you that, of course, nothing is more important to him than your friendship.

With renewed confidence, you walk into Pavitr's room. He isn't there but you hear the water running. Assuming he's taking a bath, you take your time to look around the room.

The sky blue wall is a bit faded but it brings you happy memories. Same big old window from which you used to watch the city. Books, books and more books, some kind of gadget and a- is that spandex!? A Halloween costume, perhaps.

A framed picture is sitting on his desk, of your childhood selves holding hands, your front teeth missing, standing before Pavitr's apartment. It was the first time you had come over. Aww!

The cot is certainly larger than last time and you hide a chuckle when you think if you both can fit under this one.

Actually.... didn't Maya aunty talk about surprise?

Giggling like the mischievous child still inside you, you crawl under the bed. What you expected is to not fit under it, what you didn't expect is a red and blue hand-painted shoe box filled with little trinkets.

The lid is open, so you're not actually intruding on his privacy.. (Right?)

The box is filled with shiny stuff and upon inspecting one, you realise these are the same gifts that you gave Pavitr a decade ago. He.. he still cherishes them? Your heart swells.

A glittery red paper heart catches your eye but you don't remember giving it to him. Sloppy cursive runs in gold glitter:

"I threw my plans all away So that I could hear you say You love me, yes, you want me The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are

I miss you meri jaan 💔 "

It takes a moment before you realise it's from him. He'd written it to you before you moved but never actually came around to giving it.

Oh, oh God, Pavitr loves you!

Tears of joy gislten in your eyes. You did have a similar thought once,  but dismissed as soon as it came. You would never believe if someone told you Pav had had feelings for you. And seemingly, still does.

A greeting card falls out, a dried rose attached to it. It was written on last Valentines day:

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes, meri jaan? ;P"

Wet thuds sound and you look up -wincing from the bump to your head- to see Pavitr come out of the bathroom, towel-drying his curly hair and dripping water everywhere.

"Looking swag as always, Pav!", he says, making finger guns to his reflection, flaunting his amazing hair as he runs a hand through his damp curls. And, wow, it's grown longer!

The moment you try to scare him from under the bed, he stiffens and turns around cautiously. Grabbing a cricket bat, he curls his other hand into a mudra. (Is he going to spiritualize you to the death??)

"Who is it? Whoever you are, better come out or else-!"

"Or else, you'll crouch under the bed?"

He drops the cricket bat, frozen in pleasant shock.

You're struck speechless too, lost in his eyes. Wow, Pavitr has.. grown. He's so very handsome, much more than you remember. You gasp softly, mesmerized by his beauty.

"O-Oh my god, N/N?!"

He engulfs you in an embrace, hugging to tight to his chest. His wet cheek rests cool against your warm skin, so close you can smell his shampoo. "Ah, I can't believe it! Meri jaan, is it really you? H-how-?"

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes.. meri jaan?"

It takes him less than a second to realise you'd read his card. "Oh God, you read that!?" He blushes terribly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he stumbles over his words. It's cute to see him flustered.

The laughter dies but your smile stays.

"Y/n", his breath is hot in your ear, "may I.."

Your heart beat quickens, stuttering with every stretching moment. Every breath you take is growing heavy.

"Yes..?"

Your noses touch. He's close, so close..

Suddenly, he twirls you around and begins to sing:

"The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

Once you recover, you try to hit him in the chest for playing you like that, but he's quicker. You giggle, laughter erupting from your throat as he hugs you from behind, pecking your cheek like he used to do all those years ago as you sing along.

It may be unspoken, but it exists. He's never forgotten, nor have you.

"Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

_____

hope you enjoyed it!

@moraleswithoutmorals I am so sorry for the delay, I think I need some more time for the other prompts (seriously, they're SO GOOD i can't CHOOSE!) and I think of merging a couple prompts, hope that's fine with you 😊

[sadie-bug345]

gang as members of a group project🤓☝️

idk abt yall but i actually despise group projects when the teacher picks the groups like please let me live in peace😔

ponyboy: - he honestly seems like a chill worker - i don’t think he’d take charge and be like “cmon guys let’s get to work😃😜” - instead he’d just be like “i’ll do the conclusion or whatever” - AND EAT EM UP LIKE HE DESTROYED - lowk everyone’s happy whenever pony’s in their group like yes we have a smart kid who isn’t a total snob - pony on a bad day would definitely put his name first on the project though😭

johnny: - probably wouldn’t talk a lot if he had like no friends in his group - he’d procrastinate his part for sure but get it done by the time it’s due - either that or he just speedruns it so he doesn’t have to work with lame people anymore - honestly doesn’t care abt the other people in the group he just locks in and gets his part done -def a solid team member we’re glad to have him🫶

sodapop: - elected group leader or smth even though he just sits there - everyone’s like “uhh soda what’s the plan” and he’s just totally zoned out - it’s ok though cause he just helps whoever doesn’t have their part done yet - chill for the most part but in a group of no friends he def feels out of place and tries hard to get them to like him - stop embarrassing yourself soda i promise people like you already😔

darry: -probably unironically says “okay guys let’s knock this out😀” - it’s ok cause he makes sure the project eats - probably secretly goes on the google slides or whatever and edits other peoples stuff if it’s not up to his standards - he doesn’t fw people who just sit there - he WILL give them something to do and helicopter parent them the whole way -A+s all around ngl

dally: - in reality probably a slacker😭 - but everyone’s happy to have him there cause he fine asf - anyways he’d be the biggest procrastinator - doesn’t do ANYTHING in class but secretly takes his part home and just grinds it out - it’s pretty low quality but it’s done - after pulling an all-nighter he probably looks at it and cringes cause it’s kinda trash - so he just puts his name first and erases all evidence that he messed the project up😭 - best team player /j

two-bit: - a blast to have on the team - like when the teacher was announcing groups everyone was hype to have the funny kid - probably wrecks the project but he’s like “oh shit oh no uhhh ill buy everyone something from the vending machine after okay😔☝️” - these kids GPAs will never recover after being in a group with two😭 - but it’s just cause he’s so funny everyone gets distracted and doesn’t do any work - probably forgets to put his name on the project - which is ok cause he did like nothing LMAO

steve: - he’s usually pretty chill - but when it’s crunch time and the project isn’t finished he’s a bit of a bitch - like “are you done with your part yet?” and then the teammate is like “…no” and he hits them with the biggest eye roll - then he just does it himself - also puts his name first or claims the best part as his own - everyone side eyes him when he freaks when the teacher says there’s ten minutes left of work time - he’s goofy in a good mood though so it’s not all stress and nerves - probably gets his team a solid B

ANYWAYS hope you liked this and my requests are always open🫶😀

[an-animagi]

more half eepy au thoughts bc why not i dont lewarn my lesson

to me coal is a bernese mountain dog, whilst pebble is a jack russel terrier :) (you can google both of them if you dont know what they look like - theyre both working dog breeds which i thought matched them best)

astros parents werent the best to put it lightly, and theyve also been through his fair shair of unhealthy relationships.

hes also got pretty bad abandonment issues, which does not help their situationship with dandy. no one knows what they are to each other, not even the pair themselves.

oh yeah astro and dandy are childhood friends turned 'im-going-to-ignore-you-to-keep-up-a-reputation' turned friends in secret turned lovers? fwb? just really good mates??? no one is sure

fyi it drives astro absolutely insane trying to figure it out, because dandy is fine being just 'whatever' and not having a name or concrete guidelines for how they act in private or in public, one day they can kiss but the next they cant then theyre having sex then they cant see each other then its only handholding then making out, and astro cant handle the instability but they dont want to lose dandy completely, and for good this time because if dandy left him behind for other people once whose to say it wont happen again?

(...yeah astro should not be pursuing a relationship with dandy. like at all. he has told vee shelly and sprout bits of the situation but not all of it, and has yet to take their advice (stay just friends, set a clear and firm boundary, or communicate your thoughts clearly))

vee is also a streamer!! shes dating shelly - vee's chat constantly jokes that theyre honorary married and ask vee either where her wife is, or where 'mother' is (this is bc shelly occasionally features as a guest on vee's streams, think kinda like philza and kristen)

dandy, astro and vee all went to the same primary school (until vee moved house in y4), vee then went to secondary school with shelly and sprout whilst dandy and astro went to the same school (dandy ignored astro for most of it, in y10 they kinda made up), vee sees dandy again in y11 and makes him hang out with her and invite astro, they all end up going to the same sixth form, sprout then goes to med school (same one as flutter - hes studying cardiology though), shelly goes to uni for an archeology degree, vee 'takes a gap year' and never ends up going back to school, dandy went into business and astro takes a gap year to save up money before going off to study astronomy. they keep in touch (and vee n shelly move in together) as much as they can :)

dandy got pebble as a puppy when he was 17 as a 'reward' for doing well in his a-levels - pebble is 4 years old now :>

[w3bgrl]

7?

7. how much do u look urself up online, if at all?

“right — hereditary is kind of grittier but midsommar feels more consistently shocking. either way, they’re both great films. ari aster is an incredible director...”

trailing off from her long-winded comparison between the two most recent horror movies that caught her attention, juyeon goes quiet as she reads the comments, smiling and giggling to herself at some before one finally caught her eye. “ooh~” she hums “how much do u look urself up online, if at all?”

a bigger grin now grows on her lips “honestly, not a lot nowadays, but,” juyeon laughs “in the beginning i used to look myself up everyday! even when the show came out i was looking my name up to see myself on the google page. i found a lot of my earliest fansites that way.”

stays in the comments voiced their shock with this newly revealed information and earned another laugh from the idol now adding, “my parents used to send me fancams and funny videos of myself as well, so sometimes i’d be like ‘oh i look pretty here’ and end up watching them.”

“nowadays i check here and there,” ju shrugs “but i stopped for a long time sometime…after debut.” she suddenly sounded apprehensive and out of place, and stay well-versed with the history of billie’s time in stray kids would be the ones to fill in the blanks for the rest in the comments, catching her attention with the mentioned dates in 2019. she started up again.

“nowadays though, i’m shocked by how incredible our stay are! everyone is so talented and funny. it’s insane. my mom has now started sending me art and edits and they’re all so amazing! is it cocky to say we have the coolest fanbase? is that bad?”

juyeon laughs once more. “maybe. whatever, stray kids has the best fans.”

[i-need-some-advice-on]

How can I make my sister back off without looking like I'm suspicious?

For starters, I'm a good person, and I don't search for bad stuff. But I sometimes write my feelings on an app on my phone and I read fanfiction (it's not the smutty ones, but just the fact I read fanfic usually is embarassing. And sometimes I write book ideas too (I'm working on a sci-fi novel rn), but I don't want anyone to see it.)

So, my older sister has a really unpolite habit. She can't think about anything without asking/looking to someone's phone. I will explain and give examples:

If we're talking about a tv show, for example, she can have a question about the casting or a date and if she doesn't have her phone next to her, she will be like "let me search it". Okay, I put on google and let her search. What's the problem with that? After she's done, she feels like she has to close the Google tab/flap on my phone. The bad thing is that when she does this, it makes her see the flap of whatever else I was doing before going to google grrr. Sometimes when she's closer to my phone than I am, she even goes like "Oh, I'm gonna search it" and literally takes my phone without my fucking permission.

Or when I'm laying in my bed and she randomly comes to lay on my side to hug me (I like her hugs) but she looks at my screen. That detail annoys me, it's like she's trying to find for something. Sometimes she does that when I'm drawing on my sketchbook, it's annoying too.

The bad thing is that I'm too afraid to tell her to back off or try to fix this rude habit because she will think I'm doing something bad (yeah she's like that, for some reason. Not even my parents distrust me but she has the urge to act like this. She was like that too when she was younger.) Today, for example, she asked for me to search something (she was beside me) and she saw when I quickly closed the notes app on my phone (I was writing my book), I'm sure she wondered got curious. I don't know what could be worse: if she didn't saw what was on it and it made her suspicious, or if she did see what was written because then I would be embarassed.

So, any sugestions?

.

[sevensistersofsussex]

Would you ever write a fic a la NoImKillingBoys’s where Elena snorts a miracle baby? There so much to sort thru with pregnancy and female gender expectations in the tvdverse, but I feel like pro choice isn’t really delved into in many fics much?

if not do you know any similar ones to rec?

Oh!

That is very interesting to me. Because you are very right that there is such an expectation of gender performance in the tvdverse. It's just expected that Caroline will carry the twins because she's a good person and good people have children.

This does give me an idea and it would likely be a one shot but I do like the idea of Elena coming back from the dead to see her last living parent sacrificing his life for her and now she's got a drunk history teacher as a parent figure and oh, also her boyfriend left her to sacrifice himself for his brother. And she's just...exhausted and so done. So she indulges in living in the now with her new life but god she's resentful and angry and petty. She wants to be grateful and be the charming, compassionate girlfriend on a hopeless quest to save Stefan but she can't cause she's so fucking angry that this is her life. Then....her period is late. And it's even later and it's definitely not the stress but maybe her body is weird now cause of the whole being dead thing except after dozens of tests she knows it isn't. She's pregnant and yeah...she doesn't even know the father and she can't imagine bringing a baby into this world. She'd never even really thought about being a parent and especially not now. And she's thinking of all the things she'd been willing to give up when she agreed to be sacrificed and it's hitting her now all the things she'd give up if she goes through with this pregnancy. She's not even thinking about dooming another doppelganger to her fate she's just thinking that she doesn't want to take care of anyone else. She's tired of taking care of everyone else. She wants to live and not for this imaginary baby but for herself. So....when Klaus comes to town she makes a dangerous agreement. He helps her with the abortion and in exchange, she gets to live whatever life she wants. It's risky but if she isn't so convincing about it. It's not another doppelganger he needs after all, it's her. Her blood. Not anyone else's and after all, pregnancy is dangerous. Would he be willing to risk it for the potential of another doppelganger years down the line? One that might not even work with the hybrids. He concedes. She gets the procedure. Elena Gilbert has never felt more free, more alive. She was meant to die in that car crash with her parents and that weight has been hanging around her neck for the last year. And maybe she did die. Maybe she's different now. Because that Elena would have sacrificed everything and this Elena....this Elena just wants to live.

Aaaand I'm back - I think you are right. Pro choice isn't a main theme in a lot of fics and I don't know of many that boldly go where the brilliant noimkillingboys (@jennifersminds) does and write about Elena making the choice to terminate.

The closest I can think of is Baby It's Cold Outside by @katherineholmes because most of the fics I've read have her feeling anxious but mostly uncomplicated about it. It's not as straightforward about snorting (? please feel free to explain this in an ask if you'd like because google was useless...) a miracle baby but the discussions to come up. It's not a given for Elena that she'd carry it and she does consider her options.

That said, if anyone else has any recommendations of similar fics, please comment! I'd love to read them along with anon.

[tarta-de-limon]

not a request but can u do a post explaining the bat family?? (i’m new here and just know batman and robin lol) 😭

OH MY GOSH, it took me so long to reply to this, at this point you might as well know more than me LMAO.

To be honest Idk either💀 I started in the fandom because I saw a clip of the DC animated universe of Damian. And if I like the voice of a character I just love them already. Happened with HXH, with Killua, with Hunter and Luz, from the owl house, with Scaramouche, from Genshin impact.

Then I started reading all the comics Damian appeared, then I started reading Wayne Family adventures and I discovered Jason and Cass and Steph and—

Whatever I say here might be wrong because I'm not really into every member of the Bat-family, just in a couple of them. Literally just a couple of them.

So, there's Bruce Wayne, he lost his parents because they went to the movies and, for some reason, his parents decided to go home walking through a dark alley. Great choice. Anyways, he's Batman, everyone knows him and everyone knows Alfred, his butler

Then there's Dick Grayson! Circus boy, saw his parents die and became the first Robin! I really like the idea of him being angry asf, but I don't know if that's canon so, idk. Turns out he's involved with the Court of Owls and—yeah, i Don't really understand much either. I remember that the circus he grew up kind of, raised Talons, a group of highly trained assassins loyal to the Court of Owls (ty google). But then Bruce found him before the court did, so he became Robin. The court of Owls still wants him...at least that's the last thing I read in comics/don't trust me because I have horrible memory.

Something about a bunch of kids saying they're Robin, and a war against the court, Damian betraying the family, sike! He's still a good person, but he has a mask and has explosives, or something like that, and so Damian keeps living Dick accepted to work with the court and—

I don't remember how that ended. Actually I'm sorry I just spoiled you like, a whole comic, sorry not sorry.

Uh, let's keep going.

Then there's Jason! Pretty baby Jason! Second robin, used to be a stray kid, Bruce took him in when he tried to steak his wires, and he discovers that his mother isn't his real mother and the joker tricks him an—AND HE DIES, HE EXPLODES.

Then he revives, six months later, because...superboy? Superman? I can't remember anymore, hits...reality? And well, he comes back to life. To be honest, I don't remember how this goes. There's a version where he does and Talia brings him back. Then he goes all cray-cray and turns in the red hood.

But-then there's this thing with superboy prime, and I remember something about him getting hit by a truck...but I don't remember if that was canon or fanon or from a fanfic... Yeah, just, just know that in both cases he ends up in the Lazarus Pit and goes all crazy. Have you seen his suit in batman and Robin, when Damian is Robin for the first time?

THAT'S HIM, LMAO.

And to be honest? I did a drawing of him with braided hair like Ana from Frozen because;

REDHEAD, BABY!

AND there's Tim Drake. Jason's mad at him because he sees him as his replacement/at first. He kinda... blackmailed Bruce??? And to be honest, that's all I know. Yup, I'm not a big Tim Fan, nothing against him, of course!

Then there's Steph!... And I don't know anything about her either! Next! Nah, she's the daughter of...a villain, I think? Then she dies while being Robin...she didn't actually die, she was alive all along...then she's Batgirl, then she's spoiler... And that's it. Yeah, I love Steph but I haven't read anything about her. Same with... Cass, and Thomas. Yup. Bat-family's #1 fan right here y'all. Cass was raised to be weapon, and that's literally, literally all I know about her.

...

She's Chinese???? And, uh...She likes pancakes.

Thomas, I think he appeared in Robin war(the whole comic I just spoiled you) but that's all I know about him. that, and what appears In Wayne Family adventures lmao.

AND THEN, THEN THERE'S MY BABY BOY, PRECIOUS DAMIAN WAYNE. Raise to be a weapon, in the League of Assassins, son of the Bat and Talia Al Ghul, Grandson of the demon head!!!(tell me u have a favorite without telling me you have a favorite) he's the one I'm ALWAYS drawing.

In the DC animated universe he's send away after the League is attacked. I don't know if there's a new version in the comics, but he actually earned the right to meet his Father after beating his mother in a fight! I LOOOVE the fact that in the DCAU they kept the; I thought you'd be taller, father. FANGIRL MOMENT, BEHOLD.

He literally just wants to impress his father. That's the whole reason why he's grumpy and aggressive when they meet! Bruce treats him like a nuisance and he literally trained so hard to meet him! Damian hates being patronized, literally. This baby bat is Tim drake #1 hater at first. He beats his ass!

Thing is, well, things get complicated and Bruce is lost in time or something like that, so Dick is Batman and that's why Dick and Damian have such a strong bond!

And well, there's a lot of things to explain about this character...I really want to say everything about him but this is too long already lmao.

Well, that's all I think! I'm pretty sure this didn't help you at all, but hey, I had fun rambling! Thank you so much for asking and I'm so sorry this is all useless rambling lmao

Lots of love and have a great day or night! Yk what, have a great day, month and year! Have a great life! 🫵🫵🫵🫵

[bambinotattoo]

Erica’s Diaper Plan

Chapter 26

{text thread from Danielle to Karen about babysitting baby Erica}

After Karen got Erica‘s diaper changed and her pajamas on, she read her a bedtime story and went out to the living room to relax. She hadn’t checked her phone in a few hours and decided to pick it up and see what notifications she had. To her surprise the cashier at Wendy’s Danielle, got her number from her mother and promptly texted her. Karen was a little surprised at how quick she got that response, and giggled to herself about how she seems kind of excited which is a little bit cute.

{hey Karen, this is Danielle…I helped you guys at Wendy’s this afternoon! I just got home and immediately asked my mom for your number!!}

{hi hi, Danielle…wow, I surprised you were serious and also surprised at how fast your messages!}

{hahaha, lmfao…yea, well I always liked Erica and to be honest I think the baby thing is kind of adorable. lol}

{well OK then, did your mom ask why you wanted my number? Just out of curiosity.}

{um, yeah… LMFAO. All I told her was to babysit, so yeah. lol}

{gotcha, is there any reason you didn’t fill around on the details? I just don’t want anybody in the dark. I totally realize this is an normal thing, so I try to be open and honest lol}

{no I understand I got you. She was busy and didn’t really ask any questions so if it comes up, we’ll deal with it.}

{fair enough, so I guess first off what can I answer for you? Please don’t hesitate to ask anything. I’m here to answer and be honest.}

{OK great! Um, why don’t you tell me how Erica got put back into diapers or whatever was going on? And we can go from there.}

{okey-dokey, so Erica has actually been a bedwetter her whole life… and she worn diapers at night forever. Myself or her dad helped her get her diapers on until about age 10-11, and after that I kind of tried to keep her away from diapers and baby stuff because she was starting to ask to be diapered on days off or on brakes or whatever. At first, I was really not OK with it and actually had quite a few fights with her about her Want to be diapered.

A few years past when she was just wearing at night and I was only let her have pull-ups not actual diapers which made her pretty upset, then she conjured up a plan to start having accidents during the night day out in public or ever to entice me to put her back in diapers. I was livid lol, it was around that time that I found her online activity with posts and message boards about how to get your parents to put you back in diapers and all these kinds of things. She then started having daytime accidents that were super embarrassing for me and her friends that were around, so be grudgingly I did a diaper punishment kind of a deal and it was going not well because I wasn’t on board but then she wrote me a letter talking about why she wanted to be back in diapers and it melted my heart.

So, we had a talk with her about what her diaper punishment would look like, and she accepted. She has now been full-time diapered for like three weeks or so, and she slowly regressing and kind of acting like a toddler… And to be honest, I’ve come around and I think it’s kind of cute now}

{oh wow, you really put her in diaper punishment and she was OK? That’s pretty crazy, and you’re a really cool mom for Baby being her and letting her be diapered.

So I’m not totally familiar with what diaper punishment is, can you kind of fill me in on that?}

{of course, I don’t feel bad. I didn’t really understand what it was a couple of weeks ago and now I’m a professional with it. lol

So diaper punishment can mean different things to different people I’ve read and noticed, (also if you’re really curious, totally google diaper punishment and you can get more elaborate answers that’s what I did). As for Miss Erica, her diaper punishment goes as such:

-she is diapered 24/7

-she isn’t aloud to change herself

-she isn’t aloud to ask for a diaper change

(She has to wait for either me or her father to check her and determine if she needs to be changed)

-bathroom is 100% off limits

-She has to use her diaper for everything

-her room was converted into a nursery, she has a changing table, a crib stuffed animals, little clothes, lots of diapers, etc.

(When I found all of her messageboard posts, a lot of it was about embarrassment in public humiliation things like that… and when I asked her about it, she just said that she was OK with that stuff. So I asked if she wanted it, she blushing she said yes)

-She isn’t allowed to dress herself and has to wear what she’s put in

-on car ride she’s in her car seat pacifier in

-If she’s told to put her pacifier in, she’s not allowed to take it out unless told so by her caregiver

-went out and about her caregiver’s hand no exceptions

-she must admit to a diaper check whenever wherever, no exceptions}

{holy shit, that’s intense. lol. I love it!!!

And she submitted to this willingly? Well, I guess she said she wanted to be back in diapers so I’m guessing so, but a teenager being treated like a toddler that has to be embarrassing.}

{yeah I imagine so, she’s had a few rough days, especially starting school. All the kids are all starting to find out. She’s diaper and has to get changed by the school nurse and that’s been hard on her but she understands that she asked for this and that’s something she says a lot I asked for this. So she can’t be too embarrassed I guess.}

{ok, so… is this like a fetish thing for her? I’m so sorry if that question comes off as weird or wrong. I’m just trying to understand.}

{no you’re fine, to be honest, I thought it was at first… and I’m not totally convinced that it won’t later, but she doesn’t seem to be interested in anything like that so as for right now, I think she’s just enjoying being diapered and babied}

{ok, wow…wow…wow. I honestly can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now. Lmfao. And you said she’s getting changed by the school nurse? Like Miss Jasmine?}

{yup!! Jasmine is actually an old friend of mine so when the diaper thing started, I messaged her and asked her what the chances of Erica getting her diaper changed at school was and Jasmine was quick to accept and say it wasn’t a problem. As a matter of fact, Jasmine has babysit Erica a couple times and is going to be babysitting her this weekend.}

{no way!!! Miss Jasmine’s gonna be babysitting her this weekend? That’s so cool.!! I’m low-key kind of jealous of Erica!!! lol}

{jealous? Hmm, OK I’m gonna ask you a question. I’m sorry if this comes off as really unbecoming, but do you have a diaper or an ABDL fetish?}

{omg, #blushing. Um, yea…holy crao that was hard to answer. At first, I was totally going to tell you no but then you’re being so honest. I wanted to be honest with you. Yes, I’ve had fantasies of wanting to be diapered my whole life, and just never had the courage to tell my mom or anybody about it really. Please don’t tell anyone lol, especially my mother!!!}

{why not? I know Cindy pretty well.}

{omfg, she will freak. I know it.}

{you know all the message boards and things I’ve read one of the big things I’ve come across is if you’re brave and honest most of the time this works out pretty well and with me already doing it to my daughter. I bet Cindy wouldn’t be too opposed. Just saying.!}

{oh my gosh Karen, please don’t… I’m starting to regret, being honest}

{back to Erica, lmfao. What other questions can I answer?}

{I don’t really know if I have any other ones, well, so how would babysitting work with her like what would you expect or want from me as a babysitter for her?}

{I guess just treat her like she’s a big kid back in diapers, you can baby talk with her she’ll Baby talk back she’ll accept a bottle or a sippy cup and just be diligent with diaper checks and make sure she feels good about herself, that’s as easy as I can explain it!}

{okay, that sounds really fun and easy enough. When can I start?}

{welp, let me talk to Miss Jasmine, maybe you can hang out for a little while this weekend while Jasmine’s babysitting her and kind of get your feet wet and then you can tell me from there if it’s something you wanna pursue… does that sound fair?}

{oh my gosh, YES!! That would be awesome! Thank you so much, Karen! And please don’t tell my mom}

{Danielle, if this is something you’ve been interested in you should be honest with your mom… that’s just my two cents}

{I don’t think she would be as cool as you about this Karen, lol, you could always adopt me! Lmfao, I’ll be your live-in caregiver second baby! lol}

{when you’re ready to talk to your mom, let me know and I will breeze it over first and get her comfortable}

{yeah that will be never lol}

{never say never! I never thought I would be OK with Baby and diapering Erica, and not only am I OK with it I actually really like it and I love the fact that she’s getting what she really wants}

{that sounds so cool, thank you, Karen}

{you’re welcome, sweetheart… I’m gonna message Jasmine and we’ll figure out what’s going on for this weekend. Is one day better or worse than another with your work schedule?}

{um, probably Saturday late afternoon}

{Okie dokie artichoke ttyl}

After the messages stopped coming in Karen sat on the couch, pondering what she had just been told by the potential new Babysitter. She thought to herself this is why she was so excited seeing Erica in the car seat and pacifier, sounds like Danielle has the start of an adult baby fetish. This is partly concerned Karen, because she wasn’t sure of Danielle’s real intentions… but alas, the families have known each other for several years and she doesn’t think Danielle would do anything to make Erica or anyone else uncomfortable.

However, one thing kept bouncing around in Karen’s head… the fact that Danielle really likes the idea of being babied in diapered. Part of her wants to message her mother send the text thread and see what happens, and the other part of her brain realizes that probably wouldn’t be a good idea…

{hey Jazz, you awake?}

{come on Karen, it’s only 9 o’clock lol. How did the doctors visit go?}

{it went OK, Erica got pretty nervous, wet herself, and I changed during the exam room. The nurses were all really cool, the doctor was a bit taken back. I guess that’s to be expected. But all in all, I just told him she started having accidents, and we thought diapers were the best recourse. I kept it simple and medical just like you told me.}

{great, I noticed on Erica’s my chart that he sent a message about therapy lol. I had a feeling that might happen, so I already took the liberty of messaging a friend of mine that specializes in fetish regression type therapy, and I think it would be good for Erica to be able to be open with somebody other than you or your or me. This way we can kinda gauge where Eric’s brain really is at as far as is this a lifestyle or a fetish or whatever. I really don’t think it’s a fetish, but I really don’t know.}

{yeah that’s what I kind of figured the therapy was for anyway, to be honest Eric has never shown interest in dating. I’ve never asked her but now that I’m diapering her and wiping her and all these things she seems to be taking it as normal. I’m not so sure if she’s gonna end up asexual.}

{to be really honest I thought that for a while I just didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to be upset lol. I’m so glad you’ve come to this conclusion on your own.}

{G thanks, way to keep me in the loop Jasmine lmfao. So hey, the reason I texted you. Do you know a Danielle Volstick? She’s a couple years older than Erica.}

{yeah I know Danielle, she’s a good kid}

{well we went through the Wendy’s drive-through this afternoon and she recognized Erica in the backseat because she had been her volleyball instructor a couple years ago, noticed the car seat, pacifier, etc. and got curious. So I explained that Erica is in diapers and his babied. She was really excited about that and offered to babysit. I told her to get my number from her mom and she texted me this little while ago.}

((Karen sent the thread to Jasmine and a few minutes later Jazz responded))

{what are the odds of that LMFAO, but firstly, yes, she can come hang out Saturday while I’m babysitting, secondly, what are you gonna do about her blatant cry for help about wanting to be babied and diapered as well?}

{that is exactly why I sent you the text thread Jasmine, lol, part of me wants to message her mother, invite her to lunch and tell her… but I don’t wanna be that person}

{yeah I get that… How do you feel about me coaching her to try to get put back in diapers? Kinda in the same vein as Erica did to you? Is that too much?}

{well I was pretty mad when Erica started wearing her pants in public, lmfao. So I’m not really sure what to do. I think it would be kind of adorable to have the conversation with her mother. Her mother be OK with it and then just surprise her with a diaper punishment weekend or a week or whatever she came up with.}

{her mom’s name is Cindy, right? Do you think Cindy would be OK with it? I mean, it’s kind of crazy.}

{to be honest, Cindy is really cool and she’s way different around adults than she has with her kid… I actually think Cindy would actually go for it, but I don’t wanna break Danielle’s trust so…}

{yeah I get, I’ll talk to her Saturday when Erica is taking a nap or playing or something. See what I can figure out. Heck I’ll just put her in a diaper and send her home. Lmfao.}

{omg, DONT! lol. You’re bad.}

{call em like I see him, 🤷‍♀️}

{should I be concerned about Danielle and her obvious fetish for diapers and baby stuff? I guess what I’m asking is do you think she’d be safe with Erica?}

{oh yea, Danielle‘s really mature and if she really wants to babysit and be around the babying, diaper stuff, and etc she will mind her P’s and Q’s}

{cool beans, well I’m gonna share her contact and you can go ahead and text her and let her know what your plan will be Saturday, sound good my friend?}

{yes mam! TTYL. Oh, and I’m gonna share my Therapist friends contact with you as well. Her name is Holly, and she’ll be expecting your text!}

{awesome thank you Jazz}

((Karen’s text thread with Holly Roberts))

{hi there, my name is Karen! My friend Jasmine gave me your contact about some therapy for my little girl}

{yes, hello Karen! I was expecting your text! How are you this evening?}

{I’m good thank you for asking, so I’m not really sure what you need to know or what you don’t know already so feel free to ask me anything and I’ll do my best to answer it for you}

{well, to be honest, Jasmine did a really good job Filling me in. But, let’s go through the basics so I can make sure we’re both on the same page. Does that sound OK?}

{I love, Jasmine… and yes, that’s perfectly OK}

{great, your daughter’s name is Erica (I’m pretty sure that that’s it). And she’s been wearing diapers full-time for a few weeks now your baby and her changing her etc. and she’s kind of going into a regression that you’re OK with, and her doctor recommended seeing someone for whatever reason he had. Is that about sum it up}

{yes, it sure does…}

{OK great, firstly… I have actually had several patients similar to your daughter none with parents who actually put them back in diapers and Baby them but several that have been interested in wearing diapers and etc., mainly for kink fetish reasons. From what I can gather, this isn’t a sexual thing for her, right?}

{not in the least, even when I caught all of this online activity, she was doing message boards, comments, etc. all of it was more platonic about wanting to be babied in diapered by her parents and things like that nothing on the fetish side of things. Now I’ve been kind of afraid to be honest and ask her so I don’t really know, but we’re all leaning toward her being asexual and just wanting to be a big baby.}

{awww, that’s kind of cute! And, OK! Because you’re a friend of Jasmine‘s I’m gonna fit you in this week if you guys have time. I have tomorrow morning, around lunchtime, and afternoon all available if you guys can make it! I know she has school, but I kind of wanted to talk to you about that as well}

{what about that?}

{I would prefer to have that conversation in person, if you don’t mind!}

{no I get it that’s fine, um, how about tomorrow afternoon?}

{I can do that, how does 130 sound?}

{sounds like a plan. How long should we plan for?}

{well usually I do an hour, but in your case and on first meetings sometimes I will do 2 to 2 1/2 hours because I will have a one on one with her and then you and I can talk and then we can all talk}

{oh wow, you’re thorough I like that!}

{well thank you I appreciate the compliment! As for tomorrow, make sure you have a diaper bag with her… as I have no problem, checking and changing her}

{wow really, that’s great! And I always have her diaper bag with me nowadays LMFAO. I just know she’ll be nervous and probably betting herself so probably a good thing that you’re OK with that}

{awww, so she’s incontinent? I’m just gathering information. I’m sorry if that’s too upfront}

{no you’re fine, she’s slowly getting there. I never thought this would be her goal but, I’m encouraging it so is what it is.}

{sounds good, I will see you tomorrow afternoon!}

{ok, thank you so much, Holly… We’ll see you tomorrow}

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The Nutcracker- Childe x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: December 24th, 2023

Description: Ajax returns home for Christmas and gifts a nutcracker to Teucer. After a scuffle with Anton it's broken, and when he goes to fix it late at night he finds himself drawn into a war with... mice?

Notes: Warning for Childe typical violence. Gn reader, they/them pronouns and no body descriptions, because everyone deserves to be the nutcracker! Also, according to google Princen is a gender neutral term for Prince/Princess. Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and if not, happy holidays!

Word count: 1 120

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Ajax loves christmas. Not because he gets the day off, or because of the food, but because he gets to watch his siblings' faces light up as they open their presents. It’s a whole affair, where everyone goes to his parents place for dinner and presents, and Teucer will be standing at the door to count everyone as they arrive because he just can’t wait. Tonia and Anton will be in the kitchen helping their mother, and his older siblings will be sitting in the living room with their father to catch up. He’ll arrive with a bag of gifts for everyone, and Teucer will tail him to the tree where he’ll stack them before joining the adults in the living room.

After dinner, which Tucer nearly chokes on as he rushes to finish it, they sit around the tree and open presents.

“Be careful,” his mother scolds as Teucer begins tearing into the wrapping paper. “It could be fragile.”

The others all watch patiently as Teucer sets the unwrapped box on the floor, and carefully shimmies the lid off to reveal packing paper. His excited smile drops into a small frown as he looks up at Ajax, head tilted in confusion. Ajax can see his older siblings stifling laughs in the corner of his eye, while his father sighs and his mother gently smacks her forehead.

“Paper?”

“It’s wrapped in paper, silly,” Anton sighs, reaching over and pulling back some of the stiff white wrapping.

“Oh!” Teucer’s smile quickly returns as he pulls the paper out of the box.

“It’s fragile!”

“Sorry.”

Teucer stops his rabid tearing, though he’s already revealed the black top of whatever it was. He carefully removed the rest of the wrapping, cradling the gift in his arms so it didn’t fall.

“What is it?”

“Cool!” Anton cheered, grabbing the gift from Teucer.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“Anton, give it back!”

“But I want a toy soldier like this.”

Teucer grabbed hold of the soldiers head and began pulling it back towards him.

“Well-” A yank, “this one-” another yank, “is mine!”

Before any of the adults could step in, Teucer fell back holding only the top half of the soldier's head while Anton kept the rest of him.

“Anton!” His father scolded as his mother sank to the floor to check on Teucer.

Uninjured, Teucer began to cry– sobbing about his broken gift.

“Teucer,” Ajax sighed, “bring it here, I’ll fix it.”

Anton, with an apologetic look on his face, handed the body over to Teucer who passed both parts up to Ajax. He looked at it for a moment, inspecting where it’d come apart, before nodding to himself.

“I’ll fix it tonight, and then show you what it does in the morning.”

“What it does?”

“Yup,” he laughed, “it’s a nutcracker.”

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As punishment for breaking Teucer’s nutcracker, Anton had to wait for the next day to open his present– which was a set of toy soldiers that Ajax was sure he would’ve loved to play with tonight. So after everyone else opened their gifts, the youngest three had been ushered off to bed and the adults– worn from travel, cooking, and Teucer’s excitement– followed suit.

It was only after he’d changed into his sleepwear that Ajax returned to the living room to fix the nutcracker. He yawns, rubbing his eyes, as the clock strikes midnight and he enters the room.

Something brushes past his foot and he jumps, turning round just in time to see a mouse scurry into a hole in the wall. He doesn’t remember that hole being there earlier, so he kneels down to investigate. As soon as he peers into the hole, a cacophony of squeaks seems to fill the room, and a swarm of mice rush in.

Startled, he backs away. A creaking and cracking sound makes him turn around to find the already large christmas tree seemingly growing in height as the ceiling looks to grow with it.

He’s not sure what comes over him, why his guard is so let down, but it startles him and he stumbles back only to bump into something.

He steps forward and whips around, fists drawn to fight the intruder, only finding a life sized version of the once broken nutcracker.

“What the- ah!” He yelps as the nutcracker moves, pushing him behind them and pointing their sword at the now life sized mice. 

In a brief moment of clarity from this fever dream he’s found himself in, he considers that maybe he’s been shrunk, but it’s unimportant as a mouse with seven heads– each adorned in a crown– approaches.

There’s a dull thumping sound as the box with Anton’s gift shakes, then the wrapping tears and the lid of the box is knocked off allowing ten toy soldiers to emerge. Ajax finds himself sidelined in the ensuing battle, running from the mice that chose to target him. The gingerbread his older brother had brought descended from the end table to join the fight, while the doll he had given Tonia scurried about to help the wounded.

It’s during this fight, as he weaves between mice, gingerbread men, and soldiers, that he notices the nutcracker’s movements are sluggish. Their balance was off, they seemed to double step alot and didn’t notice opponents until they were right in front of them. 

As he watched them take on two mice along, Ajax noticed the rat king sneaking up on them. His sword was raised to take them out, and Ajax found himself finally able to move as he wanted.

He tackled the rat king, knocking him to the ground and startling the nutcracker into turning around.

“Watch you back!”

The nutcracker turned just in time to block another swipe from a mouse. Ajax raised his fist back and landed a solid punch to the center mouse head, then another, then, another, and another, and another until it was questionable if the head had ever looked like the other six in the first place.

He’d become so engrossed that he missed the way the fighting around him stopped. His violent assault was only stopped when he felt a gloved hand on his shoulder.

Looking back, he found the nutcracker standing over him, and he looked around, finding all eyes on him. He lowered his fist as he looked back at the nutcracker who had extended a hand for him to take.

His blood soaked hand stained the pristine white glove as he took their hand and used to leverage to stand up. The mice carefully approached, taking their king away, and leaving Ajax alone with the nutcracker as everything else returned to their original places.

“What is going on?”

The nutcracker let go of his hand and stepped back. In a swirl of snowflakes and blue light, Ajax found the nutcracker to be replaced by a Princen in a puffy white shirt and black slacks. They smiled and waved for him to follow, then began to make their way to the base of the christmas tree where he noticed rows of other trees had now appeared.

“Hey!” He called after them. “You didn’t answer my question!”

The Princen stopped, turning back to him, and waving for him to follow once more.

Seeing no other option, he jogged after them into the snowy pine forest.