#me and my dad are going so see barbie so i got all dolled up (hehe) and i feel so prettyyyyyy

[nesquikflavoredchapstick]

comrades in arms i love the days when i get to have a fuck ton of gender it is AWESOME

[honeylations]

BAEK HARIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You let her bully you but you know deep down she doesn’t mean it because she’s just trying to uphold her reputation as the school’s IT girl

Warnings/Notes: secret relationship, smut, fingering, F Grade reader, red flag Harin, smoking, reader gets burnt with a cigarette

A/N: IT’S HAPPENING PEOPLE. It’s time to showcase how down bad I am for this woman.

Your eyes were glued to your feet in fear as you were corned in the classroom by Dayeon and Wooyi, each holding a pair of kitchen scissors.

As always, everyone minded their own business, knowing that they shouldn’t interfere with whatever an A Grader is doing. You started to shake, tears welling up in your eyes when Dayeon took the sharp end of her scissors and dragged it lightly from your jaw to your chin.

“You know when I was younger, I loved styling my Barbie doll’s hair. My dad would always buy me a new one because I’d cut each one’s hair until they were bald and ugly….wanna be my new Barbie doll, Y/n?” Dayeon whispered.

Wooyi brushed her knuckles against your smooth face, admiring how clear and flawless it was. “It’s such a shame you got 0 votes. You’re so pretty Y/n-ah…all of that beauty about to go to waste”

Harin gripped her book as she remained glued to her seat, trying to mind her own business like she always does, but hearing the two girl’s threats/back handed compliments was slowly boiling her blood.

She’d allow any A Rank to bully anyone but once it came to you, her rule would change.

You’re her special girl.

That’s only for you to know at least.

Harin can’t bear to imagine how her reputation would be if the truth was out. She truly loved you but she loved this pyramid game just as much.

And you couldn’t argue with her about it. Whatever made your Harin happy, made you happy.

“I think we should give her short hair like Do-Ah” Dayeon winked, making Wooyi laugh.

Your clenched fists stayed by your sides when the took a chunk of your hair and steadying the scissors against it.

“Yah, that’s enough” Suji spoke up with arms crossed, making Dayeon roll her eyes.

“Don’t you have anything better to do other than meddling with us?” The green haired girl scoffed but Suji pushed the other two away before standing in front of you.

“How am I supposed to do well in class when I can’t even focus? Are you that dumb to not complete a simple test, Dayeon-ah? And Wooyi, if you’re gonna try to be the prettiest girl in this school, then find a better cardigan”

Wooyi cursed under her breath and held the scissors like a knife, taking a step closer to Suji just before Harin slammed her book on her desk and stood up.

“Kim Dayeon, Bang Wooyi. Enough.”

The two looked at Harin and gulped, seeing her approach them with her bitchy stare.

“She needs to know her place, Harin. I think she’ll look good with blood all over her body” Wooyi growled but Suji didn’t falter, only sending the short haired girl a middle finger.

“If you two don’t listen to me right now, I’ll make sure you move down to D Grade in the next voting.”

Looking between all of them, you noticed Harin was now staring at you as her minions ran off to their designated seat but Suji remained in front of you.

“You too, Sung Suji. Everything’s handled, you can go back to your seat” Harin ordered.

“And what, let you torment Y/n? I don’t think so”

“What makes you think I’ll do that?”

“I can see through you, Baek Harin. I’ll seriously kill you if I see burn marks on more people like you did with Jaeun”

With a shaky hand, you tugged onto Suji’s uniform. “S-Suji, it’s fine”

Harin’s eyes darted down to your hand that was on her rival, not accepting the small skin ship. “Don’t touch her, Jeon Y/n.”

Suji held your hand and interlocked your fingers. “Don’t listen to her Y/n. I can help you”

Fire flashed in Harin’s eyes and she instantly yanked you away from Suji, pulling you behind her. “Don’t touch what’s not yours, Sung Suji!”

“Who are you to claim her? I’m not letting you hurt this girl anymore!”

You saw the taller girl point her finger in the shorter’s face. “Try to ruin the game all you want, Suji. But don’t you dare touch Y/n or get her involved in it”

Without hearing another word, Harin dragged you out the class and into an empty room, locking the door and sitting down on one of the chairs while pinching her nose bridge.

You stood awkwardly in front of her and played with your fingers. “H-Harin..”

“Are you trying to make me jealous on purpose?”

You looked up at her with wide eyes. “What? N-No! I was going to tell Suji to go away I swear!”

Harin sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know, baby. It seemed like you wanted Suji’s attention more than mine. Don’t you love me anymore?”

“No no I love you, Harin! So much!”

She bit on the tip of her thumb before tapping her lap. “Come. Sit”

You quickly did as so and held onto her shoulders for support.

“You’re such a bad girl, baby. Letting the other girls touch you like that. Tell me, did you enjoy having Wooyi’s fingers on you?”

Your lips were sealed but you shook your head.

“That’s right. The only fingers you’ll be getting are mine, okay?”

“Y-Yes Harin”

She tilted her head at you. “We’re alone now, honey”

You gulped and flickered your gaze at her plump lips. “Yes mommy”

Harin held your hips and forced them to move back and forth against her lap. “Don’t kiss me, Princess. That’s your punishment as of today, got it?”

“Yes mommy” you gasped when Harin moved you to sit on her thigh, letting you continue riding it.

“M-Mommy, feels so good”

“I know baby. Don’t be loud, okay?”

You nodded and watched the girl remove her cardigan, taking out her usual cigarette and favourite golden lighter. Quickly lighting up a stick, she hid the lighter back into her cardigan and moved one hand underneath your skirt.

“My good girl. Not wearing panties like I told you to” she smiled, taking a big puff of her cigarette and blowing the smoke into your face.

You didn’t like passive smoking but with Harin, you did not mind one bit.

Her ring finger and middle finger were flat against your soaked entrance, causing you to whine. “Mommy…Mommy please can I ride your fingers?”

“Always having manners, baby. That’s what I love so much about you…” she trailed off and leaned up to place light kisses under your jaw. “…go on ride me”

“Thank you mommy” you choked and felt full from her two slender fingers pushing into you.

Your grip on her shoulders tightened while you moved up and down, feeling her digits dig deeper inside your walls. You threw your head bag and murmured a bunch of incoherent words while Harin stared up at you with fascination, still going through her cigarette.

“God, you’re so pretty Jeon Y/n. I’m so glad you’re mine. My beautiful F Grade” she whispered, leaning her cigarette to your shoulder. “You know what to do, my love”

You undid the 3 top buttons of your shirt and pulled down the left side, exposing your black bra strap and the left over burn marks from your previous private sessions with Harin.

She hummed at your obedience and struck the lit end of her stick against a new space on your skin. The mix of the pleasure of her fingers plus the stinging hot cigarette was enough to bring you to your orgasm, clutching Harin so hard that her uniform could’ve ripped.

“Yes…cum for me, sweet girl”

“Fuck fuck fuck yes mommy thank you”

Admiring your fresh burn, she flicked the cigarette away to hug your hips and pull you closer, letting her continue kissing all over your neck and collarbones, even kissing your old burn scars.

She was about to move to your other shoulder, pulling down the shirt to expose your skin but she was met with a big bruise.

“Is this from Kim Dayeon?”

You were still recovering from the intense orgasm but managed to nod your head. “Y-Yeah..”

“Does it hurt alot?”

“Not alot. I’ll put ice on it, don’t worry”

Harin slowly pulled her fingers out of you and sucked it clean, noticing your face going red. “Don’t be shy, baby. You’re so cute”

“T-Thank you”

“I can punish Dayeon for you, my love”

“No I don’t want that, seriously it’s okay” you chuckled and held her face, tracing her bottom lip with your thumb. “You worry too much”

“You’re my girl. Why won’t you let me help you move to A Grade?”

“Just ‘cause…I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you”

Harin nodded in understanding and kept smiling at you. “If you say so, my love”

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒... 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 — ♡

one piece social media feat: strawhats special appearance: whitebeard pirates, heart pirates, kid pirates

》 in honour of barbie!! (+ oppenheimer)

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_ynln: barbie girls in the new world 🎀💄

[music: Beauty And A Beat - Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj ♫]

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FRAAANKY: LETS GOOOOOOOOO 🔥🔥

nefertari_vivi: so happy to meet up with you guys again!! 💕

↳ _ynln: we missed u!

↳ lovenami: lets do it again!

↳ blackleg.sanji: YOU WERE SO BEAUTIFUL VIVI 💞💘❣️💕🥰😍

lovenami: we look so good omg ‼️

ace: CAN'T BELIEVE WE RAN INTO EACHOTHER

↳ _ynln: EEE IM SO GLAD YOU JOINED US!!

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HEHE IT WAS SO FUNNY WHEN U FELL ASLEEP ACE 😂

sogekingg.usopp: BEST DRESSED CREW IN THE NEW WORLD

trafalgar_d.law: it looked like you all copied doflamingo's style

↳ _ynln: PLEASE DELETE THIS B4 HE SEES IT I DONT WANT TO DIE🙏🙏

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HEHAHHA TRA GUY YOURE RIGHT

↳ doflamingo_: Looking good @_ynln

↳ _ynln: you're old enough to be my dad 😐

↳ doflamingo_: Add a dy to that

↳ theroronoa.zoro: more like you should dy off 😭😭 (liked by trafalgar_d.law, _ynln, sogekingg.usopp)

CAPTAIN.KIIIID: fire song choice (liked by _ynln, theroronoa.zoro)

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ace: ran into these losers 😪

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marco_o: so when you said you couldn't do cleaning duty, you were out watching barbie

↳ ace: And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie) I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (party) Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (bend) I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken

↳ marco_o: you need to be put down

_ynln: omg i made it on THE FIRE FIST ACE'S ig?! 🫢🫢

↳ ace: YOU WERE LITERALLY IN THE LAST PHOTO DUMP

↳ _ynln: NO WAY YOU POST ME IN THE SAME DUMP AS LUFFY AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY W THAT 🤨🤨

↳ ace: mb you're the no.1 fr 😌🤞

p1rateking_luffy: LERS DO A MOVIE NIGHT AGUIB WIEH SABU TOO

↳ saaaa_bo: real, if that's what you were trying to say

iampops: Sons, let's go watch barbie together

↳ ace: pops i ain't even gonna lie, there's no way we can bring you to the theatre and not have the marines after us 😭😭

↳ _ynln: ace YOU'RE the liability, i literally ran into the marines and they were offering me DOUBLE your bounty to turn you in

↳ lovenami: AND YOU DIDN'T DO IT?

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lovenami: glad this fit is boutta be on my new bounty poster 🤞

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_ynln: nami nahh 💀 we were running for our LIVES

↳ themarineofficial: my mum told me to chase after my dreams (liked by _ynln, FRAAANKY, theroronoa.zoro)

↳ sogekingg.usopp: WHO TF HACKED INTO THE OFFICIAL MARINE IG LMFAOO 😭😭

↳ lovenami: scariest notification

trafalgar_d.law: luffy? more like goofy. why's he trying to rizz up the camera man like that

p1rateking_luffy: Tra guy what does rizz mean

↳ trafalgar_d.law: RIZZ: Another word for spitting game/how good you are with pulling and sustaining bitches. [Urban Dictionary]

↳ p1rateking_luffy: I GOT THAT ILLEGAL RIZZ 🤪🤪😇🙏🔥🔥

↳ _ynln: LUFFY WHAT

↳ lovenami: ?!!

↳ jinbe: ?

↳ trafalgar_d.law: wtaf

↳ p1rateking_luffy: Ace told me to say it :((

↳ saaaa_bo: ACE STOP RUINING LUFFY'S DIGITAL FOOTPRINT

↳ ace: GUYS OMG DONT HATE ON ME TBF HE PULLED HANCOCK AND SHES LIKE 30

blackleg.sanji: MY BEAUTIFUL GODDESSES IN ONE FRAME HOW DID I EVER GET THIS LUCKY TO BE BORN INTO THIS LIFE 💓💖💘🧡💕💖💗❤️

↳ p1rateking_luffy: I'm in the photo too!

↳ blackleg.sanji: sadly.

↳ _ynln: 😭

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p1rateking_luffy: Last nighT was fun

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ace: WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO ME?

↳ _ynln: dude you were GONE 😭

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HAAHGAHA DID YIUO SEE THE THINGFW WE DFEW ON YOURE FACE

↳ trafalgar_d.law: ever feel bad about yourself? think about luffy's spelling (liked by saaaa_bo)

lovenami: WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING TO YN AND ZORO IN THE SECOND PHOTO

↳ lovenami: WAIT WHEN WAS THE PHOTO EVEN TAKEN?

↳ p1rateking_luffy: Ryght after the marnjnes follqweod you g0uys instead

↳ sogekingg.usopp: aint no way i was fighting for life and these rats were having the time of their life 🫤🫤

↳ _ynln: 😝

↳ p1rateking_luffy: 😝

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_ynln: strawhats take on oppenheimer next 🖤

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themarinesofficial: strawhat ladies and roronoa zoro i will need to arrest you for stealing my heart ❤️

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↳ FRAAANKY: nah people in the marines just getting bored fr

ace: YOOO LETS MEET UP (liked by _ynln)

↳ p1rateking_luffy: @saaaa_bo COME TOO

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for arguing with my mom over toys?

I (15) have ADHD and autism and my mom (65) knows but doesn't really believe it. So right now, my hyper fixation is spiderman and barbie. I'm like obsessed and I love looking out for cool toys or merch of them. I rarely ever ask if I can buy them- I don't have a job yet so I have to ask my parents, but when I do it's usually a no. Wich I'm not usually too upset about, I get it. I'm a bit bitter about it, given that when my brothers (18 and 19) ever ask for something my parents will get them it with no questions asked. Besides the point.

A while back, we where in target and I was looking in the toy isle and there are these spiderman figurines and they have ones of spot, Gwen, Peter and Miles. I was obsessed the moment I saw them and asked my mom if I could get Gwen cause she's my absolute favorite. And she said no because she already has all of them at home. She hadn't told me this before but i was excited cause she showed me photos and she had all four of the dolls along with the new Margo Robbie and Ryan gosling barbie and ken dolls. The entire time she was making it out like she had gotten them for me, and I was super excited.

When we got home I waited for a bit, kinda thinking she'd bring them out and show me, but she never did so I eventually just asked "hey! Can I see the Spider-Man dolls?" And she said "no I've already put them away." Turns out she has all of them but she had no intention of ever giving me them and they're all in a bag in her closet. And so I was upset and went down to my room and ended up having a good cry cus this isn't the first time she's done something like this.

Skip forward to today, we where at Walmart and I see the Spider-Man dolls and ask if I could get one and she said "no you already have them." So I said "no, you have them. You keep them in the closet, those aren't mine." She argued back saying that they would be worthless if we took them out. (She has no intention to sell them.) But it went like that and she ended up saying fine and letting me get Gwen. She also let me get one of those 5 dollar Barbies and a Tin of popcorn that was spiderverse themed cus again, hyper fixation.

When we where leaving the restraunt, she made a snide comment telling me she spends so much on me and how I'm so ungrateful. I always say thank you and I always ask before putting things in the cart and I take good care of the dolls I have.

Later today I heard her complaining to my dad (69 haha) about it and calling me a spoiled brat and now I'm worried that I'm just being a bad person and wondering if I'm actually an asshole.

Sorry if this was all over the place, I go off on tangents alot.

What are these acronyms?

[joekeeryswife]

ballet recital - m.m

a/n: hello honeys! how cute is this concept! loving the idea of Mason being a girl dad (sorry not sorry lol). i didn’t know how to end it lmfao. if you have any requests send them through!! anyways enjoy reading 🩰

taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae @masonreds

“are you excited for your ballet recital honey?” you heard Mason’s voice as he spoke to your 5 year old daughter Margot.

“yes daddy i am. are you still coming?” she had been excited for this recital for months and so had Mason.

this was a big deal for all of you and it just so happened that her recital landed on the day after Mason’s football game for England.

The squad had travelled to Portugal for the game and you both hadn’t even realised it at the time. “i’m sorry sweetheart, you know i’m in Portugal for a game but i promise i’ll make it next time”

she pouted and looked defeated but she understood that her dad had to work and nodded. but what she didn’t know was you and Mason had planned for him to fly home the day after early in the morning and surprise her.

“you know i would love to be there angel and i will be there next time. don’t get upset, it hurts my heart” she put on a brave face and showed him a tight lipped smile.

“i know daddy. love you” she handed the phone back to you and ran off to her room, you knew she was upset and that hurt you. “she looked heartbroken. that made me feel awful, you should go check on her” you nodded and smiled softly.

“we will be watching your game tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” Mason nodded and smiled back at you “i love you” he said and brushed his hand through his hair.

“i love you too. be safe” with that you ended the phone and made your way to your daughters room. you knocked on her door carefully hoping to not frighten her.

you could hear the cutest voice on the other side say ‘come in’ so you did. she was on her bedroom floor playing with her barbie’s she’d gotten for christmas a couple months before. “are you okay sweetie?” you sat down next to her and ran your hand up and down her back.

she nodded and continued to play with her dolls. “would you like me to face-time daddy whilst you’re preforming?” she shrugged, you could tell she was upset and wanted her dad to be there.

“you’ve got so many people coming to see you remember? you’ve got not your nanny’s, grandads, uncle lewis and auntie jas and your cousins are coming” she looked up at you, her eyes filled with sadness. “it’s not the same” you nodded, agreeing.

“it’s not but daddy wouldn’t want you to be sad would he? he’d want you to be excited about this baby. he’s very proud of you” your hands went to her cheeks and stroked them softly. “do you think he’d want us to facetime him? he wouldn’t get annoyed?” you frowned.

“why would he be annoyed honey? he would love for you to facetime him” you were confused “but he has football and we would be interrupting him” even though Margot was only five she was so smart, one of the smartest in her class.

“absolutely not. your father would not be annoyed at all, i bet you he’d be crying on the phone whilst watching you” you lent in and kissed her forehead. “don’t you go worrying about it sweetheart, we can do whatever you want and if you want me to facetime him whilst you’re preforming then i will” she nodded.

“you are so beautiful Margot, do you know that?” you blushed and nodded again “i love you mama” your heart melted. “i love you more sweet girl”

-♡-

Mason had landed an hour ago and was now on his way to the dance hall, he was messaging you every so often to give you updates on where he was and how long he was going to be and it looked like he was getting there ten minutes before it was Margot’s classes turn to preform.

you met up with your parents, your siblings, Masons parents and his siblings at the front of the dance hall. Margot was dressed in her pink leotard, tutu and ballet shoes. “wow look at you pretty girl” Lewis said as Margot ran up to him.

he picked her up and showered her in kisses, careful to not mess up her bun. “thank you uncle lewis” you were lucky that both of your families were close, everyone got along. “you excited to preform honey? you’re gonna do so good” your mum kissed Margot’s cheek where a deep red blush spread on her cheeks.

“i’m super excited” she squealed “we should go in and find our seats, Margot do you want to go find your teacher?” you asked as Lewis put her down. she nodded. you knelt down in front of her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re gonna do so well, you’re beautiful, the best ballerina i’ve ever seen. no nerves, no tears because you are gonna do amazing. and, i’m going to facetime your dad as soon as the show starts okay?” she smiled and nodded. Margot got nervous easily which sometimes made her cry but you knew today she wouldn’t, she was going to do great.

you all entered the dance hall and was greeted by Margot’s teacher who pointed you in the right direction to your seats and took Margot backstage. you were all practically front row and it was shocking as there was so many people here.

you saved a seat for Mason next to you and the hall quickly filled up. it was 5 minutes before the kids got on stage that Mason finally came through the doors to the hall and was searching around for you all. he spotted you and quickly walked to you all and kissed your cheek. “hi honey” he made you jump but nevertheless you knew who it was and quickly turned towards him.

you kissed him and he sat down next to you “i missed you” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. “you were gone for one day, you couldn’t of missed me that much” you rolled your eyes but blushed slightly. “one day too long, i wanted to come home as soon as the game finished. i’m never going away without you both again” you giggled at how precious he was.

the lights in the hall dimmed and the curtains opened to a stage which was decorated beautifully. your eyes focused for your little girl who stepped out with her classmates, they all stood in a line and looked around the room for their parents.

Margot locked eyes with Mason and blushed brightly and waved at him, seeing her on the stage made Mason tear up. his first born was growing up so quickly and this made him realise it. he waved back and blew her a kiss and the music started playing.

the class started preforming their ballet routine and your heart melted. seeing Margot dancing after practicing for months was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. she looked so comfortable as she danced.

you looked over at your mum who was recording the whole thing with the biggest smile on her face. you grabbed Masons hand which was on your leg and squeezed it tightly. you looked at him and he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks which you quickly wiped away and kissed his cheek.

“she looks so cute” he whispered, his eyes never leaving his little girl. “she’s doing amazing. she practiced so hard for this, it’s nice to see the final thing” he nodded as he squeezed your hand. you’d only ever seen Mason cry a handful of times since you’d been together.

nothing to do with the societal view of men crying makes them look weak, he just wasn’t a big crier. you’d only ever seen him cry when he’d watched the notebook with you, the birth or Margot, her first birthday and a couple other times.

the dance recital wasn’t very long, 30 minutes to be exact as there was two classes. after the recital had finished everyone was instructed to wait outside so they could collect their child and you stood waiting with Mason, hand in hand.

Margot was the first one out, running straight toward Mason who accepted her with open arms. “oh my girl you did so well” he picked her up and hugged her tightly. your daughter loved surprises and you knew this one would mean a lot to her.

he kissed her head and everyone awed at the two of them. “you said you weren’t coming” Margot said as she squeezed him tighter like he was going to disappear if she let go. “you really think i’d miss it? no way”

“you did so amazing poppet, you looked so beautiful” Debbie said making her look up from Masons neck. “thank you nanny” she was blushing. “do you think we should go out and celebrate? have some food together?” Mason said making Margot nod.

all of you decided on a food place and celebrated your little girls performance. Margot and Mason had sat next to each other and he had never felt love like this before. surrounded by the people he loved celebrating his daughter.

[morgue-friends]

Evil Dead Rise | Deadite! Ellie x Female Reader

Summary: Being a babysitter for a single mom and her three kids shouldn't be this scary.

(Plotline follows the plot of the movie except the kandarian demon wins, of course.)

Warnings: Very nsfw, a lot of gore, oral sex, age gap, dub-con, multiple character deaths, and the kandarian demon is his own warning.

"See, doesn't this look so much better?"

You put the pink barbie hair brush on the table and handed Kassie her amalgamation of a plaything. Sitting on your lap were clumps of blonde plastic doll hair. The other two children looked at their younger sister and smiled at her profound weirdness for her self crafted guardian, 'Staffanie'.

"If she hurts someone with that, I'm blaming you." Beth took a look at your handiwork and simply shook her head.

"I'm also blaming you!" Ellie's playful voice chimed in from the kitchen. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like forever. Her piercing blue eyes were so beautifully expressive to you. They made every little expression she made for each of her different emotions look so elegant. You could only dream of having eyes like hers.

The eye contact between you two broke when Beth picked up her backpack and started passing around gifts. She handed you a rusty silver keychain that was in the shape of a guitar.

"Sorry, I got caught in the rain with this one. My bag was drenched." She clenched her stomach in pain and hunched over.

"Hey, you good?" You gave her a questioning look, and she offered you a pitiful smile. "Ate some shitty foreign food." You didn't question her further and the conversation moved on to the topic of Ellie's freshly dyed hair. Everyone at the table complimented her on it, but when it was your turn, her children looked at you with knowing faces.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I got this for your dad." Beth pridefully brandished the cheap tourist mug at the table, and everyone's faces fell flat.

"Uh, I'm going to take the kids to get pizza…" You expected Ellie to give you a look of approval, but she only kept her intense stare with her sister. There was a lot of sorrow and hurt within her eyes.

"Danny can do it. You can go home for the night. Thank you." The way she said was completely robotic and monotone, she was clearly upset, and you didn't want to press her on it. She hired you to babysit the kids while she worked, and that's all your job was, nothing more and nothing less.

Feeling out of place, you said goodnight to everyone, grabbed your stuff, and left. You weren't going to debate with her as they weren't your kids, and you've only known them for a couple of months. You had just moved in and needed a cheap enough place to stay that you can balance with your college tuition when she offered you the job.

Ellie couldn't afford to pay you after the first month, but you still stayed and helped out. With not having any kids of your own and barely knowing anyone in the city, you felt like you had a genuine family and a home away from home. You'd be a complete liar if you said you didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for the single mother.

You got in the elevator and watched as the kids came running behind you. They all had somber faces, but it was Kassie that leaned her face into your side and let you hold her until the elevator stopped at your floor.

"Don't fuck the pizzeria up please I like eating there too. Call me when you get back in the house." With that their eyes perked up and brightened and they all had smiles once again. The elevator closed behind you and you let your shoulders slump. You put the key in your apartment door and didn't even have to look in the mirror beside your front door to know your eyes were watery and you were moments from crying.

You felt like such an idiot, she hadn't even divorced yet, she was practically your boss, and she was old enough to be your own mother yet here you were catching feelings like they were sicknesses. You threw your guitar keychain against the wall and buried your face into your couch.

You were going to sleep this off. Yeah, that's exactly what you were going to do. Just get up in the morning and do your online classes while babysitting the kids and hope that this would all be swept over in the morning.

You hadn't even realized you dozed off face down on the couch until the room shaking awoke you. With hair strewn wildly across your face, you got down on the ground and braced yourself for the earthquake. When it was over and you were still alive you almost thanked God until you realized the kids had never called you to let you know they were home and the Earth had just decided to fucking shake a few moments ago.

With shaking hands, you snatched your phone off the floor and panicked when you realized there was no service. This was common after earthquakes but not at all good in your predicament. You left your stuff, and more than likely, your front door unlocked and ran upstairs just to see the kids coming out of the elevator.

"You're alright!" You were practically going to hug them until Ellie took all three of them into a tight embrace. Her black flower tattoo displayed beautifully on her arm as she pulled Danny closer.

Before you could back up, she used her left hand to give you a gesture indicating you to come over and join the hug. She didn't have to ask twice because you were over there in an instant. Her arm wrapped around you, and she pulled you tighter into the hug with the kids.

As the kids headed back into the apartment, they were complaining about the dropped pizza and you were going to go in too until Ellie stopped you. She gave her sister a look, telling her to go inside and give the both of you a minute alone.

"Listen I-"

"Wait. Let me speak."

She interrupted you by putting her finger in the air.

"You need to get some sleep. You look tired as hell. Get some sleep, and I'll call you later, or I'll go down to see you, and then we can have this conversation. Sounds good?"

You were too stunned to speak, so she put both of her hands around the sides of your head and made you nod 'yes' to her question.

"Now go get some rest." The way she leaned in was so close that your lips were almost touching. She was quite taller than you, so if you wanted to let your lips meet hers, you'd have to stand on your tippy toes to compete with her god-given model height.

With that, you went back downstairs feeling like you were on cloud nine without even having to get a kiss. Just the implication was enough for you. It was almost pathetic. You could bet you even had a bit of a skip in your walk as you returned back to your apartment. Once you got in, you took a hot shower and changed into some fresh pajamas. You were going to watch a movie, but there was still no service or cable connection.

You grabbed a couple of your textbooks and dropped them on the bed with a sigh. Ellie told you to get some rest, but you were far too excited to sleep. She told you she'd either call you or come see you after the kids were asleep and that had your all nerves on high alert. For her to think you'd go to sleep after hearing something like that was comical.

After a while you had your phone sitting on your desk far away from you so you could get some work done without having to check to see if you had service or see the time to see if there was still a chance of Ellie coming.

You had no indication of how time was passing unless you wanted to measure your growing anxiety and fatigue. It was getting to the point that it was becoming difficult just to keep your eyes open. They felt heavy, and if you didn't focus hard enough, you were sure you were going to fall asleep right there.

A gentle knock at the door startled you momentarily. That wasn't Ellie's usual knock, so you disregarded it to probably a tenant knocking at the wrong door.

The knock came again, albeit much more forceful this time.

"Ellie?" Your question sounded much more excited than you intended to out loud, and you were hoping she wouldn't think youb being too giddy about this whole thing was obnoxious. You got closer to the door and tried to look through the peephole. Someone's hand was clearly in front of it. There was nothing but darkness in what should have been a well lit hallway.

"I'm sorry I left you waiting, I had to do some laundry, and the kids wouldn't go to bed." Her voice sounded relatively normal, but something was clearly off.

"Are the lights out cause I can't see out of the peephole?" You had to pause for a minute and realize what you've just said. There was no reason to feel like you needed to see out of the peephole to let Ellie in. You two have known each other for months, and you trusted her. All that and yet your gut was still telling you that you needed to see who you were unlocking the door for.

"No, the lights are fine. And isn't it too late to start playing peekaboo?"

Her last remark sounded rather sarcastic, and you began to feel bad about making her wait. Carefully, you undid the door lock and the dead bolt and allowed the door to swing open. You felt too embarrassed about the whole situation and what happened earlier to even look at her when she came in.

She closed the door behind herself, and you plopped down on the couch. You moved your textbooks off the other side of the couch and stared at the black TV screen.

"So, uh- about earlier, I'm really trying not to get involved more than I already am, but -"

You were cut off when you started to smell something odd in the room. You sniffed the air more intently for a moment. Something just didn't smell right. The air smelled rotten if that was even how you'd even describe it. There was also something lingering with it, possibly sulfur. You finally turned around to look at her. She was staring dead in your face, as well as being much closer than you expected her to be.

You quickly got off the couch and your jaw practically dropped. You backed up from the sight in front of you and knocked a glass vase off the living room table. Shards of glass sprinkled themselves across the floor at your feet upon impact. You wanted to scream, but no noise would leave your mouth.

What stood in front of you was not Ellie. It was just wearing her as a costume for the time being... She was soaked in water, and her hair was practically still dripping onto the floor as if she had just taken a shower in all her clothes. Dark red splatters coagulated against her skin. It looked clumpy and uneven in some areas, meaning it was possibly a mixture of blood and scattered pieces of flesh.

Her face appeared gaunt and hollow, and those once beautiful eyes of hers were sunken and looked somewhat swollen. Her face stayed in the same expression you saw while you were sitting on the couch. She had the widest smile you've ever seen her with. It looked utterly unnatural, and like her skin was pulled in that direction.

"What were you saying again?" When she held out her hand to gesture for you to continue talking, you could see that it was visibly coated in blood.

She had a set of uneven black long claws on her fingers. Her nails were nothing like that when you saw her earlier. They looked like they belonged to some kind of feral animal, and they looked abhorrently dangerous.

"Ellie what happened to you-"

"-Finissssh what you were saying."

Her voice was abnormally deep and distorted, just hearing it made you feel like you should have dragged your own nails through your face until you felt bone. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and that only made her smile even wider.

"I was saying t-that, I don't want to get too involved in your life and with your kids." Her fingers indicated for you to go on, and you did.

"It's just- I like you, I always have."

Your hands went to your face to wipe off the assault of tears that were hurdling down. Ellie's smile dropped, and her facial expression fell flat. Her eyes were completely unreadable. It was almost like she was dead. She was silent for a moment, staring at you in an unnatural and unnerving way.

"That's so sweet of you to say… I'll pass the message down to Ellie and her fatherless children in hell."

You could feel your back press up against the wall as you wanted to do nothing more to put distance in between you and whatever this thing was. It seemed like the more you moved away from Ellie, the closer she would get to you, as if you two were moving in sync.

"What the fuck are you?!" That felt like a stupid question to ask as you weren't even sure if you wanted the answer. You could see a box cutter sitting on the window sill to your left, and you slowly moved in the direction while making sure to keep eye contact with this intruder.

"Where are the kids?" Your voice cracked up with a whine as it felt like your heart was sinking. Ellie, not answering either of the questions, caused you to sob and clench your chest. It just stood there and stared at you, as if this was funny to it. Once you were finally in front of the window, you gripped the box cutter tightly and held it behind your back.

The closer she moved toward you, the more of her you could see. Just looking at the open wounds and gashes on her made your stomach clench in disgust. There was a severed finger hanging on what appeared to be a tendon attached to her foot. The finger was small…

"Don't come any closer!" You held up the box cutter and ejected the blade. Ellie was unphased by your threat as she stepped slowly onto the shards of glass from the shattered vase. Her smile remained unwavering as the glass crunched under weight, and the soles of her feet began to bleed.

Her clawed bloody hand snatched up yours in what felt like the pins and needles against your skin from how tight of a grip she had. The grip made your hand squeeze painfully around the silver box cutter. The screams you let out were so loud as you hoped you woke up someone, anyone to come help you.

Involuntarily, your hand holding the box cutter began to move toward her face. All you could do was wince and look away as she made you carve into the delicate flesh of her forehead. The sounds of skin ripping under the blade felt like listening to nails on a chalkboard. You looked up at her and saw she had used your hand to carve a giant thick pentagram into her face.

The cackle she let out was so distorted and broken up that it sounded like she was choking. Her clawed hand wrapped around your neck, making you drop the box cutter, and she lifted you up and pinned you against the window. You shut your eyes tightly and tried to force yourself to believe you were sleeping and that this was all one long bad nightmare.

An impossibly long tongue slipped out of her mouth, and it grazed against the side of your face. Her licking you was only the dreaded reaffirmation you needed to know that this was in the real world and not your imagination.

"You think I can't smell that?" The expression of confusion was evident on your face while she held you up even higher.

Ellie took a long, deep inhale of the air before she exhaled. She did it again before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Droplets of blood from freshly carved pentagram in her face leaked into her corneas and made it appear like she was crying blood. You had no idea what she was smelling in the air other than the putrid, metallic smell of the trail of blood she brought into your home.

"You reek of sin." She used her free hand to drag her claw up your leg and before stopping at your inner thigh. The burning sting of your skin being sliced made your knee jerk into her stomach, and she promptly responded by banging your head against the wall.

She resumed what she was doing prior to assaulting you, and you tried your hardest to stay still.

One of her bloody clawed fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your legs shut.

"Uh-uh." She shook her finger at you in response, and her smile only deepened until you could see the internal pink muscles of her cheeks.

"You shut your legs now as if you weren't about to spread them for this whore." It would be fraudulent denial to act like you weren't the slightest bit aroused when you heard Ellie at the door, you thought you'd be getting laid not having to be battered around by this blood soaked pretender.

"You're not Ellie!"

"Does it matter?" The tone of her voice switched to its normal sound and depth as if this thing was trying to manipulate you. You were going to protest further until her hand creeped deeper into your shorts while you had your guard down, making you yelp. Her fingers ghosted over the folds of your cunt as you struggled desperately to get away.

"I slit the groupie's unborn bastard baby from the womb of her corpse, and I'll rip yours open next."

Within an instant you stopped moving and remained entirely limp under her grasp.

"See, now you're being good. Remember, only good girls get rewarded."

Your jaw dropped when she said that, as you would frequently tell the youngest child Kassie to prevent her from getting into physical altercations with her siblings with the promise of her favorite candy.

"I don't have any candy, but I may just let you walk away alive to tell their story." Ellie's sing-songy voice made you feel like that statement was a complete lie.

You responded in silence, and that made her giggle. It was Ellie's giggle, but the person holding you against the wall wasn't Ellie. They may have looked and sounded like her, but there was no indication of life behind those glassy eyes.

Slowly, she loosened her grip around you, and you began to slide down the window. You butt hit the window sill, and your back pressed back against the glass panes only to hear the wooden frame creak. This was an old and cheap apartment building, and you both knew that there was no way the window would support your weight being pressed against it.

"Imagine falling from this height." You didn't have to imagine it because your brain had already pictured the hundred different scenarios that could lead to you falling to your death. Her comment sounded more like she was curious about seeing you splatter and turn into a red stain on the pavement of the alleyway rather than a threat.

You were snapped back to reality when your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs. Ellie sank down onto her knees, and both of your legs were pulled up around her shoulders. There was literally nothing you could do to get yourself out of this. There was no way you could save yourself because it's not like you even knew what this damned thing really was.

Her unnaturally long tongue creeped out of her mouth, and it slowly started lapping at your wet heat. This thing, it was teasing you. You were dripping wet, and it was going to tease you. It banged your head against the wall, crushed your hand, sliced open your thigh with one of its claws, and it was going to sit here and tease you… All while masquerading around in Ellie's body.

You bit your lip to keep a whimper from escaping your mouth and let your head hit back against the window panel. The window frame gave you another warning creak, and you just about sobbed. Ellie paid your crisis no mind as she used her tongue to rub wet circles around your clitoris.

Her tongue appeared incredibly darkened in color to the point it looked black, and the saliva dangling around it was abnormally thick. It was almost like a slime. It had been a while since you'd touched yourself, so your body felt far too sensitive for its own good. This senseless pleasure, unfortunately, did not distract your mind from how you would meet your impending death.

This thing in Ellie's body was just aching to kill you, and you doubted that letting it touch you like this would change its mind. For something so dangerous, she was using her tongue against you rather softly. The lewd noises that your body made in response to her generous licking held a veil of shame over your face. You've just never felt so conflicted like this.

When the tips of her black claws pierced your thighs, it was almost like she was reminding you not to get too comfortable. Your head practically slammed itself against the window when she thrusted her unusual tongue into your pleading hole. Several gasps left your lips as her tongue explored you internally and teased the insides of your walls, making your nails dig into the wooden window sill.

The window gave you another warning creak, and this one was far louder than the others. One of her hands left from around your thighs and relocated to between your legs and resumed the same movements her tongue did around your clitoris just this time, it felt much more aggressive. Her thumb applied pressure around your sensitive bundle of nerves while her tongue danced along the flesh of the insides of your walls.

That dead expression in her eyes never changed throughout any of this, those soulless blue orbs stared at you so intensely that you were worried at any moment she'd change her mind about sparing your life. The pace of her thumb quickened, and that familiar knot began to form in your lower stomach, indicating that you were getting close to climaxing.

Slowly but steadily, you were tetering at the brim of being on the edge of orgasming. Just when you could feel your cunt start to clench up, her tongue poked and prodded at your g-spot and as a response the muscles of your pelvis tightened up and you came brutally with a rocking of your hips. You could feel the gush of your release start to drip down over your puckered hole.

Without a warning, she completely stopped everything she was doing and removed her tongue from your slick heat.

"What did I do -"

A clawed hand tangled itself into your hair, and you weren't allowed to resist when she forced both of your mouths to connect. The pressure of the added weight against the window caused the glass panes to crack. That darkened black tongue slipped into your mouth and forced itself down your throat. It felt like she was trying to suffocate you to death with it. The taste of blood and the juices of your release overwhelmed the senses of your tastebuds.

The taste was intoxicating, and the lack of oxygen was making you feel lightheaded. After that, even your jaw was beginning to hurt. She yanked her tongue out of your mouth abruptly, and you watched the long appendage slowly slide back into her mouth. Those empty eyes stared at you for a moment without saying anything. You feared for the worse and tightly shut your eyes, praying that maybe the window would collapse before this thing could do whatever it had planned for you.

"I think I'll keep you."

[veveisveryuncool]

TOP 5 FAVORITE KIRBY CHARACTERS

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AUGHAHGSBABDH....I LOVE ALL OF THEM SOSOSO MUCH <33 BUT HERE'S SOME OF THE ONES I THINK ARE VERY COOL (plus my thought process when drawing them)

6. cmonn... its kirby. kirby from kirby. he's such a wonderful fellow and so awe inspiring and cute and manifestation of love and friendship. he's a bonus but how could you not love him.

5. pitch!!!!! i love him i love him i love him. og birb with g r e e n colors and squeaky little design. plus he's super fun to use in DL3 :] to me he is a 7 year old kid who wants to be included with the big kids, and tries to act all cool and tough to impress them (but he really just loves his mama). i like drawing him with giant ahoges/head feathers, as well as giving him that long side-beak that i'm pretty sure i got from pato from pocoyo??

4. susie is amazing and wonderful and has a beautifully complex character that more people need to recognize!!! she's a capitalist and constantly has a condescending sales representative demeanor, but at heart she's just a playful girl who loves pink and ice cream and her dad that never got to have a full childhood to experience them. ALSO cyborg susie! i like to think her father let her choose one body modification each year on her birthday, but after the portal incident, she's been giving herself so many alterations that she's barely organic anymore (her voice is very AI sounding to me). uhh i like drawing her with little stars on her cuffs, and as of late i've been making her hair very fluffy (it has the same texture of a barbie doll)

3. RIBBON AAAA!!!!!!!!! i'll admit as a kid i did not like her but god she is a joy. that is a little girl! look at her! i love the idea of her being just a weird little chihuahua girl who performs seances regularly and knows the entire history of weaponry. also her being the crystal knight/guardian of ripple star headcanon!!! 🗣️🗣️ she is 100% the queen's adopted sister prove me wrong. lastly, i try to draw her as heart-shaped as possible— wings, head, hair, bow, eye highlights all vaguely resemble a heart and that is my biggest rule when i draw her. her little coat thing is inspired by @//somethinginworl 's design <33

2. bandana dee is my heart and soul and we tolerate ZERO disrespect for him here. even in canon, he's got one of the most well-defined personalities and backstories for a non-villain character! (in my heart he is the waddle dee from 64 and you can pry this from me with my cold dead hands) he's grown sososo much and i love how hal recognizes his development :]]] he may never amount to the same power as kirby, but goddammit if he doesn't have a heart and will of a true warrior 💜 i don't have a lot of idiosyncratic design choices since he's such a simple character, but his bandana ears must always be HUGE you hear me.

1. um. if you can't tell. i am very normal about adeleine. her moves in SA are super fun to use (and challenging), and oh my goshhhh the angst potential here. i am begging hal to bring her back in future games, especially with the more ancients-focused lore being incorporated recently. at heart though, i just really adore seeing her draw and paint amidst all these magical creatures in her life <3 she's slightly shy but super passionate, and is definitely kirby's big sister with her advice (especially in the storybooks!) and nicknames for him (kir-kun/kirbs in the manga). i caved long ago and gave her curtain bangs, and i really like dressing her up and experimenting with different outfits! *breathes heavily* the happy little artist kid makes me a very happy little artist kid 🫶

thanks for listening to my ramblings! in all honesty all of the kirby characters are my favorites and choosing just 5 is very hard and thought-inducing! :]

[punkeropercyjackson]

The reduction of Stephanie Brown down to being just a white blonde girl needs to end.That was never all she was,even back in the Robin 1993 days-Did most of her charactet revolve around Tim at first?Yes but he was literally the protagonist and she was the love interest so it was necessary to make them a big part of eachother's lives to make their romance make sense and she gets more and more fleshed out as the run goes on and this extends to her 90s Yj guest starring,her Detective Comics issues and all the Batgirl runs up until to the point where SHE HERSELF became Batgirl because that's how much of her own character she was by then.You cannot seriously call yourself a Stephanie stan if you read all those years of her life and came to the conclusion that the only important part of her character is her having a 'desirable' hair color by white standards

Stephanie Brown has anger issues and violent tendencies and self-worth issues that she tries her best cope with through presenting herself as having unflincing self-confidence that eventually became real to an extent and the reason for all of this is that she grew up with an abusive dad and a drug addict mom yet she was brave and capable enough to stand up to him by becoming a vigilante at 15 without even having powers or special training and ended up being one of the best Gotham's ever seen anyway.She loves all kinds of food,anything and everything purple and girly,weird things,sports,video games,causing chaos and art.She's a shameless flirt but that dosen't mean she goes for just anyone because she has standards for herself and she refuses to give up on anyone but especially herself even if she wants to sometimes and she got murdered as Robin but Gotham ressurected her because it believed in HER too(Idc about the 'was just in Africa' shit DC tried to pull,that's what actually makes sense with the actual lore)and she's so kind to kids that it blurrs the line between big sister figure and pseudo-mom

And yet nonstop,the Batfam fandom can't look past her hair color-It's always 'the blonde Robin' instead of the girl one,making her listen to fucking Taylor Swift as if she's a not huge feminist both in-universe and in a meta sense,calling her an 'It Girl' and 'Preppy' as if she wasn't either a normal student or a troubled kid depending on the writer and sometimes even both and weird as fuck in literally all her incarnations,reducing Tim's pure and well-intended love for her down to her being conventially attractive and even Cass can't escape it because white wlw can't understand that Stephanie and her are canonically equals on every level so they see her as nothing but Stephanie's woc cheerleader gf who has no existense outside of her

Steph's not written like a soulless Barbie doll with no personality or arcs outside of being a girl,she's multilayered and written like a PERSON.You guys are straight up somehow even more misogynistic to her than DC is and i am NOT going to keep my mouth shut while y'all call removing her entire character to make her a cishet gender stereotyped fantasy 'girlbossing' and especially not canon.This is why i give her black hair and brown eyes in my blasian design for her even though it makes her less recognizable because not only do i want her to actually look like me since half the reason i have that hc for her is that i'm black mixed and she's so much like me in so many ways but also because y'all's obsession with acting like blondeness is a personality trait is weird,gross and deeply unserious.Aaaaaand end rant

[cootiekat]

Babysitter ♡

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

pairing: dad! eddie x fem! babysitter! reader

summary: You start babysitting for your coworker,Eddie, but will it turn into more?

a/n: This is my first fanfic I have ever written AND my first time writing in tumblr so bare with me please 😭😭 REQUESTS OPEN!!!🫶🫶🫶

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October 20, 1989

It all started with a text from your coworker, Eddie, asking if you could babysit his daughter. Of course you said yes, you didn’t have any plans for tonight. You got dressed in a sweater and jeans and headed out. Before stopping at Eddie’s you went to the grocery store for some snacks so you could be remembered as the “cool” babysitter and made a stop at Family Video to pick up the new movie The Little Mermaid.

When you got to Eddie’s trailer you noticed his van was already started so he probably was going to be leaving very soon. The door was already open so you just walked in.

“Eddie!” you called out. You admired all of the mugs on the walls and the living room that looked messy and cozy at the same time. You saw the little dining table for two in the corner and the small kitchenette, just down the hall you saw a bedroom covered in band posters and reeked of weed. Assuming the room was Eddie’s you walked in.

“Hey Eddie” you repeated now that you were in close quarters with him.

“Y/N HI! i’m so glad you made it on time.”

Eddie was dressed up in his normal attire except he was wearing a T-shirt that said Corroded Coffin on it with a black leather jacket on top. You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t look extremely good right now.

“Let me introduce you to Maggie”

Eddie led you down the hallway to a bedroom that was covered in princesses, unicorns, and all things girly. Maggie was sitting on the floor with her Barbies brushing their hair and dressing them up. Maggie was no doubt Eddie’s daughter they both sported long curly brown hair and big brown puppy eyes.

“Maggie, can you say hi to Y/N? She will be watching you tonight while Daddy is out.”

Maggie gave you a little wave and immediately curled into her fathers arms. Eddie was in complete awe and wrapped is arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug. “How old are you, Maggie?” you asked softly. She held up three fingers with her hand, you couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Daddy is leaving now, but Y/n is going to take really good care of you.”

“Yep, I brought snacks and a movie. Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?” you questioned. Maggie shook her head and looked up at her Dad to respond for her.

“I’ve been meaning to take her to Family Movie to rent it, she’s been begging to see it since it came out”

Eddie and you walked out of Maggie’s room leaving her to play with her dolls until she was done. Eddie was fidgeting when he spoke up.

“I had her right out of high school and i’ve never left her with anyone alone other than my uncle, so i’m a little nervous.”

“You have no need to be nervous, I babysat since I was in middle school for pocket change and worked at a daycare for a little bit in high school. This is definitely not my first rodeo.” you reassured him. You saw the weight come off Eddie’s shoulders.

“Sorry for the late notice.”

You waved him off and called Maggie to the front door. Maggie walked in very timidly. You knew it was going to take a minute for her to warm up to you.

“bye-bye, Daddy”

Eddie waves goodbye to his daughter and you and heads to his van. Maggie looks at you then grabs your hand and leads you back into her bedroom.

“This is Chelsea, I’m going to play with her because i’m little. You can be barbie cause you’re pretty.”

You thank her for her kindness and play barbie’s with her for about and hour until you hear her stomach growl. “Are you hungry?”

“a little bit, but I want to keep playing”

“you should never ignore your body when it tells you you’re hungry. We can come back and play after we eat if you would like?” Maggie agrees with you and puts her toys back into the play box and makes her way to the kitchen. You look around the kitchen to see what you can make. Yep. There definitely is not a woman living in this house because all that is in here is milk, spaghettios, mac n cheese, and leftovers from Dennys.

You begin boiling water for Mac n cheese when you notice Maggie sitting on the couch watching a black screen. “Would you like me to put in a movie while dinner is cooking?” Maggie bounces up and down and nods her head. You smile at her innocence and turn on the TV. You put in The Little Mermaid and go back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You find a small pink bowl and spoon and hand Maggie her Mac n cheese.

“yummy”

You sit with Maggie when you realize she is starting to fall asleep. “let’s go get you ready for bed.” you tell her while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. You brush and braid her hair, wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her changed into pajamas.

“I want to finish the movie.”

You carry her back into the living room and finish the movie. Before the movie was even done Maggie was knocked out, so you decided to clean up the house a little. You dusted the fans, wiped counters, cleaned dishes, folded laundry, cleaned Maggie’s room, and cleaned the bathroom. All of the cleaning wore you out so you went back into the living room and cuddled with Maggie and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside.

The sound of Eddie’s van woke you up. You watch Eddie trying to be quiet thinking you are both asleep. You start to stand up to grab your things when Eddie stops you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to leave?”

“You should just stay here for the night.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s twelve in the morning and it’s pouring outside”

You hesitated for a moment, you were not prepared for spending the night, so you don’t have any extra clothes, a toothbrush, and you have a very strict skincare regimen you cannot skip. Eddie noticed you’re hesitation.

“I would never force you to stay if you would rather go home, but can you at least stay here until the rain calms down”

You decided to stay because you were terrified of driving in the rain and if Eddie was okay with you staying for the night then might as well.

“okay, i’ll stay. Do you have any extra clothes I can borrow?”

Eddie heads to his room to get you an oversized T-shirt and some loose pajama pants and hands them to you.

“You can get changed for bed in the bathroom, I’m going to put Maggie in her room.”

You headed to the bathroom to change looking at yourself in the mirror and washing all of your makeup off. You headed out to the living room and notice Eddie making up the couch. “Thank you, but I could’ve done that” you tell him not wanting to be too much of a burden.

“Y/n you already cleaned up the whole house the least I could do was make my own bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Yeah, i’m going to sleep out here you can take my room.”

“I can’t do that, you’re already letting me stay, I can’t take your room too.”

“If my uncle ever found out I let a beautiful woman sleep on this old couch while I slept comfortably in my bed he would flip.”

You silently thanked Eddie for the change of clothes and for letting you stay in his room for the night. You walked into Eddie’s room and layer in his bed and admired all of the art on his walls his guitar he used to play in high school. You wondered if he still played, you quickly fell asleep in his soft and warm bed.

A boom of thunder rang through the trailer and you shot up in the bed startled. You were so terrified of the storm you could not bring yourself to go back to bed. You got out of bed and slowly walked trying not to make the floor creek. You finally made your way to the kitchen and read the clock on the wall 3:30am. You slowly opened the fridge and took out the milk and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and quietly poured the milk into the cup. Just as you were about to put the glass into the microwave you heard Eddie’s groggy voice.

“can’t sleep?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been up, don’t worry you didn’t wake me”

“so, you saw me creep into the kitchen?”

“yup.”

You began your walk of shame back into Eddie’s room when you heard him ask.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“sure”

“I don’t have many, but I have a couple I rented from Family Video and never returned.”

You chuckled at his statement and begin looking through his collection of VHS tapes. Most of the movies were Maggie’s and they’re were a couple of horror and slasher movies, but what caught your eye was a cute romcom you would’ve never imagined Eddie to have. “When Harry Met Sally?” you questioned as you held up the tape.

“Hey, it was on the new release shelf, i didn’t pick it on purpose!”

“yeah right”

“I SWEAR! i’ve never seen that movie before.”

“You sound mighty defensive right now, Edward” you say to him in a disbelieving tone as you slide the tape into the VCR. You went to press play when you notice the movie was already halfway through. You glanced at Eddie who looked defeated. “It’s okay to admit you like romcoms, Eddie. I still think you’re a hardcore badass.”

“You think i’m a hardcore badass?”

“of course I do”

You rewind and start the movie and sit down next to Eddie on the couch. If you were being honest this was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. Your whole body stiffened at the sweet side of Eddie. Eddie must’ve noticed because he whispered in your ear.

“Calm down, Princess. I wont bite unless you ask me too.”

Your whole face was red and hot at this point. You and Eddie stayed like this until the end of the movie when Eddie said.

“Love like this doesn’t exist in real life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, if it did I wouldn’t be 24 raising a 3 year old by myself.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

Eddie looked down into your eyes and said.

“Tell me, Princess. Have you met the right man yet.”

You shrugged. “I mean no one has ever showed me love like this.” you said as you pointed to the screen. The end credits finally rolled and Eddie looked at you and said.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

���You’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, since the day you walked into Tape World I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Edward Munson, you better not be playing with my emotions right now.”

“ I promise you y/n, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I want to get to know you on that deep ooey gooey personal level. I want to know all your strengths and weaknesses. I want to know what you’re favorite food, holiday, and movie is. I want to be the person you come to when nobody else can help. Y/n I want to be the right man for you.”

You could not believe what Eddie just said. You were out of words all you thought of was smashing your lips onto his, so that’s exactly what you did. You felt his plump lips connecting with yours in the perfect way. You cupped his face in your hands and felt the stubble that decorated his jaw. When you finally pulled away you said.

“ I want to be the right woman for you too, Eddie.”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

What are your favorite things about the turtles that you like about them individually starting with Leonardo and then Donatello and then Michelangelo and then Raphael

My favorite things about the individual turtles (or things I associate with them)

Warnings: Somewhat emotional, talks of bullying by adults.

All Turtles:

I feel like this is very important to mention first, as it speaks a lot about my love for the turtles in general. All of these reasons are very much personal, and have very little to do with the turtles personalities, and more memories I have with them and other people in my life.

I have been a TMNT fan ever since kindergarten. I was 2 years old when 2003 turtles first came on television, so when I started in kindergarten at 3, they were already pretty established not just for me, but all of the other kids in kindergarten, especially the boys. And that leads us to another important point - I was a tomboy when I was young, and to a certain degree I still am to this day. I hated pink, and would scream and yell if I was put into a dress. But I did enjoy “boy clothes”, and I did ask my mom to only buy me “boy clothes”, so she did. I also played with action figures or played “rough” with the Barbie dolls, and my closest friends were all boys, or girls that somewhat understood my way of playing.

Now, being a tomboy is nowhere special or anything abnormal, but in the kindergarten I was in, the adults not only saw it as abnormal and concerning. I was never bullied by the kids in my kindergarten, but I was by the adults. They sang songs that made me cry, and they tried to force me to play with toys a certain way. At times I even tried to run away from my kindergarten, going so far as to jump the fence and run home. It got so bad that my dad, who at the time worked at the city council, had to step in and threaten them with legal action, just to make them stop singing the song that continuously made me cry.

But throughout all of this, every high and low in kindergarten, I clung onto TMNT. It was how I could play with both boys and girls, and became my first hyper fication. It even led to a description of me that the other kids would use when describing me to the new kinds; “This is (...). She wears boy clothes, hates Barbie dolls and loves Ninja Turtles”.

TL;DR, TMNT became my comfort obsession during bullying from adults in kindergarten, and it has stuck ever since, coming back during my depressive episode in 2023.

Leonardo:

Leo has always been my favorite ninja turtle. My favorite color was and is still blue, and I like to think he had something to do with it. He was the turtle I would dress up as at Fastelavn, and I really looked up to his views on honor and responsibilities. Back then I was the oldest child in the family, and I took my role as big sister very seriously, often seeking to protect my little brother.

I will even go so far as to say that Leonardo was my first fictional crush. I still remember watching 2003 in the living room, and getting somewhat irritated that he wasn’t real. Even more irritated when people had to bring up that none of the turtles were real. Way to kill the vibe for a 3 - 5 year old, lol.

In kindergarten, I would hide the Leonardo figure, or just walk around with it in my pocket. I clung to it, and got really sad when someone wanted to take it, since they were playing with the other turtles. Not long ago my brother dug through our old toys, and found the Leo figure my parents got me when I was young. It is now sitting in a bowl next to a Barbie doll I won at drag bingo, lol.

To this day Leo is still my favorite. I resonate with him and his struggles quite a lot. Each version of him always struck something with me, providing me with some sense of comfort. Maybe it is because he wants to protect, and that made me feel protected? Or he seems very driven by rules and morality, in a way that I do too. If I don’t, I get really anxious, so it’s nice to see someone else do it.

Donatello:

My love for Donatello is relatively new. I’ve always loved him, but for the little version of me, he was often forgotten. He was the last figure I would react for, and was the last turtle who’s name I remembered, often referred to as “the purple one”. Generally, in the kindergarten I went to, it was the fewest who showed interest in Donatello, always fighting over the other turtles.

However, as an adult, I’ve come to admire Donatello much more. It took quite some time before I came to realize the importance of him, and I would like to say that Rise played a big part of that. Up until then, I remembered Donnie as being shown as the “least coolest” (which I know now is very much not true”.

With Rise Donnie being coded with autism, my brother suddenly had a turtle to mirror with. While I had Leonardo in my childhood, my brother now had Donatello in his teenage years, and to be honest, that means a lot to me. To me, Donnie has now become a character that symbolizes late but powerful blooming. My brother is first now finding himself, and he turned 20 a month ago, so when he tells me that Rise Donnie makes him feel represented, and showed him that someone like him could be loved, it really touched me.

MM Donnie is currently the turtle in the keychain I’ve attached to my backpack, and is the turtle that has made my brother interested in TMNT. I sat with my almost 2 year old niece, and she noticed the Donnie on my backpack. She started to play with it, and it very quickly became a great bonding experience. So to me, Donnie is closely tied with personal growth and bonding.

Michelangelo:

I’ve come to realize that I have much more in common with Michelangelo than I first thought I had. First of all, he is the orange turtle, and I’m a natural redhead, so we match. Second of all is ADHD. It wasn’t until I was 21 that I learned I have ADHD, and just before I learned how to tackle it, I was hit with the death of my grandma, and had to quit work due to stress which turned into a pretty bad depression.

Those that have read my Bayverse Children Series, know that I’ve called Mikey’s daughter Sunny and his son Luis, both names that I connect with ideas of the sun. Sunny because it sounds like the sun, and Luis because it makes me think of king Louis the XIV, aka, the sun king. That is because I see Mikey as a very happy guy. Obviously, he is not happy all the time, and when we do experience him being sad or mad, we know that something is very wrong. But he generally has a very upbeat personality that reminds me of the sun, or maybe even just sunlight.

If Leo is the comfort and a personality I can see myself in, and Donnie is personal growth and bonding, then I see Mikey as the light at the end of the tunnel. An friendly and sympathetic person that wants the best for you, and will help you on the road to recovery. That’s at least how I see him and his brothers, as imaginary friends that have wished me the best.

Doesn’t hurt that he is a cat person. Every moment or scene with Mikey talking to or helping a cat, very much reminded me of me and my own cat. Me and my cat was just as close as Mikey and all of his cats are. RIP Mini💔

Raphael:

Leo is my comfort and the turtle I mirror in, Donnie is growth and bonding, Mikey is a helping hand through the darkness, then Raph is personal drive and passion.

In kindergarten, Raphael was my second favorite turtle, but I do remember that he was many of my friends' favorit. During my internship at a different kindergarten, I learned that he was all of the kids' favorit. And honestly, I see why. To me, he is the stereotypical young kid that doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a healthy way, leaving them with a lot of strong emotions that only keeps building and building, until it reaches a boiling point. And I’m pretty sure that a lot of people can see themselves in that.

Like many people we meet in our life, Raph has a really hard exterior, but is truly a really emotional guy on the inside. I think many kids see themselves in his emotional outbursts, and understand the frustration and build up he can feel. But that doesn’t make him less of a good person.

At my internship, I learned that one of the kids from last year that is now in school (I never met him), was actually named Raphael. I’ve told this before, but he was a big TMNT fan and would carry plastic sais to kindergarten. I later learned from the adult working there, that he also had the personality of Raphael, and was in some ways just as “hot tempered”. He had a hard time communicating with the other kids, as his emotions would often get in the way, causing him to lash out due to his frustration. And yup, he did throw one of his fake sais ast one of the kids once. But like the turtle, it didn’t make him any less good. From what I’ve been told, he was very passionate about whatever he did, and was very good at involving other kids in whatever he was playing or doing. He has obviously had a big impact on said kindergarten, as even a year after he left, they are still talking about him. And honestly, I get it. If his anything like the turtle Raphael, he is obviously lovable, even if he could be a bit of a hard nail sometimes.

[ridiculoser06]

THIS FUCKING FILM BARBIE MOVIE *EUGHAHH*

Spoilers. GO SEE THIS FILM IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Barbie movie review from someone who can’t string a sentence together without keyboard slamming or yelling.

How queer coded the discontinued/weird barbie’s are PAINS ME. THANK YOU GRETA MY GOD.

Allan is for the all the gender non conforming mfs but also he’s so ✨bisexual✨ HELP. Like he’s not barbie, he’s not Ken, he’s just in between he’s to kenly for the barbies and too barbie-y for the Ken’s so he’s like his own category please that’s my existence 99% of the time.

Like he’s not manly (kenough) to be accepted by the Ken’s but also the barbies don’t really pay much attention to him either???!? Who hangs out with Allan! Allan is ALONE. Allan has no one to relate to because THERE’S ONLY ONE ALLAN. He feels so fucking disconnected from both sides of the spectrum, he has no one to connect with, he’s just THERE. He’s just ALLAN. There’s only one of him he doesn’t have the same connection that the barbies have and the Ken’s have because they ignore his fucking existence.

Also I’m MAD about midge. Why wasn’t she in any of the film she and Allan should’ve been like power duo. Also barbies little sisters like do they exist. Also where do the Ken’s live? Do the live at beach? So many questions. (I think they’re gonna do a sequel, like- I’ve just got a gut feeling. I sense the sequel material yk yk.)

EUGHUAHHAH

Weird barbie? The experience of most queer girls. Excluded ✅ Called weird ✅ Funky hair ✅

Like she knows what it’s like to be cast as the dog and the dad in games of house. She did the man voices for the Ken’s because she’s just ‘better at them.’ She made her Ken’s leave for work trips so that the barbie bffs could stay in the dream house together. She put her barbies on her disco ball and re-enacted the Miley Cyrus Wrecking Ball music video. She is me I am her. She took the faces off of her dolls with nail polish remover and drew them back on with sharpies and cut up their hair and gave them Ken’s leather jackets. I LOVE WEIRD BARBIE AHAKGAHA.

But also stereotypical barbie is such a good representation of what growing up is like tho. Being a woman is so fucking terrifying. Growing up is terrifying and this movie absolutely subverted all my expectations like I thought it’d be some “we have to not let this little girl grow up! Ah- she’s 13 now she’s getting rid of her dolls, no don’t grow up you’re still young, yippee we saved the day now we can all play dolls.” BUT NO! They respected the fact that we all grow up and at a certain point we stopped playing with dolls. BUT ALSO Gloria shows the fact that a love of playing with dolls doesn’t always end for women, we still have such fond memories to look back on and some even relive those memories when they have daughters of their own.

The Ken’s are so interesting too tbf. The alt-right pipeline is so dangerous for impressionable minds (like Ken’s) and so many men fall victim to it, be it intentional or not. The patriarchy does not just hurt women it hurts men to.

This movie is such a great explanation for feminism imo, feminism isn’t to put men down because no one benefits from the patriarchy except those in a position of power.

This movie tells the story of women, and how damaging the patriarchy can be to society and tells it in such a unique, fun and beautiful way. EEK I LOVE ITTTT!!!

P.s can you tell I had fun with the text colours AGAAGAHAGAG

[sleepytoycollection]

Thrift finds.

I have actually been trying to avoid thrifts rn to erase the temptation to buy things, but my dad wanted to go + I got a generous Christmas gift of $50 a few days ago and I slipped up.

On the plus side my dad checked my stuff out to get me the senior discount, so all of this was only like $10.

And now it's out of my system no more thrifting until next payday.

That spiel out of the way, I am very excited! I will put further ranting under the cut!!

A SmartGurlz/Kurhn doll!!! I think I saw one post about these a year-ish ago maybe?? Never thought I'd see one on person.

Draculaura was in a grab bag with the other MH clothes. Was thrilled to see the Iris outfit, I passed on I<3Fashion Iris since I managed to get her SDCC doll thanks to a friend, but I always loved this look.

I'm debating on whether to customize Ula or just clean her up. She's got glue head, but also she's fairly complete and doesn't have wonk.

And other cute rainbow surprise unicorn. I love the dragonfly wings!!!

This is the 5th AG doll I've found this year, and the third one by the pleasant company, not a modern Mattel. While a nice find, Who is donating all these AG dolls. I've gone years never seeing a single AG in a thrifts so it's a little strange to see such an influx.

Also, her outfit? I'm 99% certain it's from one of the 18" Kelly dolls they made in like, the late 90's. It has a barbie tag so I don't know what else it would be.

And finally B-A-B Fluttershy. I see B-A-B ponies fairly often at my local thrifts, but usually pass I for the most part I usually prefer G1s, and try to limit how many plushies I have in general. Fluttershy is the only exception bc for some reason, despite barely having ever watched MLP: FIM, I really love Fluttershy. She's so cute. I have only a handful of G4 stuff, but 90% is Fluttershy (the other 10% is Chrysalis lol).

Gonna be fun to fix all this up. c:

[sissy-feminized-into-ballerina]

Sister’s Reaction

“What’s that? My little brother’s secretly been playing dress up whenever he thinks he has the house to himself?

You’ve been dressing up in my clothes?

Wearing my knickers?

Stretching my leotards?

Now that I’ve discovered your secret you hope I’ll go clothes shopping with you?

You want me to start calling you Amy?

You hope I’ll treat you like a real sister?

You want me to use she/her pronouns for you?

All the time?

You’ve known you wanted to be a girl since nursery?

You’ve been building up a collection of girls’ toys and clothes for years using the pocket money from your paper round?

You would like me to show you how to apply makeup?

You want to paint your nails?

You want to grow out your hair?

When that’s done you want me to show you how to braid it?

You hope mum will accept you as her second daughter rather than her first and only son?

You think your male friends at school and on the football team are rude and mean?

You won’t mind losing them if they don’t accept you?

You hope mum will agree to transfer you to an all-girls school?

You hope they will let you wear a girl’s uniform?

Including a gingham pinafore dress in the Summer?

You hope you’ll make new friends at your new school?

After 4 years on your current school’s football team you want to throw that all away so you can join the local ballet studio with your big sis?”

You want to donate your cleats and other football gear in general to Goodwill so a real boy can appreciate them?

You want me to take you to the dancewear store in town where I can use my loyalty card to get you great discounts on leotards, tights, slippers and tutus?

You want me to hold your hand when we enter for reassurance in case someone is mean towards you?

You adore the blue leotard I’m wearing but hope to find one of your own in pink?

You intend to use all your saved-up birthday money on buying the biggest, pinkest tutu the shop sells?

You’ll practice your dance moves everyday rain or shine until you’re good enough to take part in the studio’s dance recital later this Autumn?

You don’t mind that this will involve dancing in public in a tutu?

Possibly in front of your old friends if they’re there to watch their own sisters perform?

You hope I’ll invite you to my friends’ next sleepover party so you can get to to know them?

You don’t mind that you’ll be the youngest one there meaning you’ll be treated like the group doll?

You think you can convince the older girls there to watch girly cartoons with you?

You’ve been getting up super early recently so you can watch episodes of Sofia the First while we’re all fast asleep?

Your favourite episode was the one where she met Snow White?

Snow White’s your favourite princess even though you haven’t seen all the other Disney movies yet?

You want to make sweeping changes to your bedroom upstairs?

You want to repaint your bedroom walls pastel pink?

You want to stick floral decals onto them?

You like the funny shape of your racing car bed but want to replace your current F1 racing stripe sheets with a Snow White comforter set?

You want to cover your new bed in soft animal toys so you won’t feel alone and frightened in the dark at night?

You want to sell all your action figures and boy legos to make shelf space for your secret stash of Barbie dolls and Lego Friends sets?

You want to replace that Scalextric dad got you with a doll’s house for your Barbies?

You hope I’ll play ‘dollies’ with you even though I outgrew mine years ago?

You’re going to write a letter asking Santa for all the animated Barbie and Disney Princess movies for Christmas this year so you can complete your collection?

You want me to go see the new live action Barbie movie starring Margot Robbie with you when it comes out in cinemas?

You hope a doctor will put you on hormone blockers when you’re old enough so you won’t get mutilated by the effects of puberty against your will?

You’re so excited I found out your secret since now you can be the girl you’ve always wanted to be?

I really can’t believe any of this…

.

[enid-rhees]

hi its me again 😭 can you do an enid x reader where they have to baby sit judith or hershel jr (or both), and it’s just pure chaos and fluff and the end? ty and i love ur writing so much 🫶🏽🫶🏽

hello hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy this !! tysm again for ur kind words all the time 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: none! just the kids being kids :)

A/N: hope you all enjoy !! reqs are currently open and i currently have around 2 more in my inbox so look out for those :))

the walkie that sat on your bedside table started to buzz, making you furrow your eyebrows. it almost never went off.

“Y/N i stole this thing from Maggie you better pick up.” Enid’s static voice rang through. you laughed, leaning over to grab it and turning it on. “Enid? what the hell are you doing?”

she sighed through the walkie, “i don’t think i can come over anymore. Maggie asked me to watch Hershel for the day. unless you want me to bring him there as well but he’s going to be lou-“

“Rick asked me to watch Judith as well! come over with Hershel, it’ll be like a playdate!” you looked over at Judith who was sitting on your bed next to you, playing with the hair of a Barbie doll.

Enid laughed, “you’re joking. two toddlers and us? your house is going to be demolished.” you shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you. “we know how to take care of them, though! nothing bad should happen…”

“you don’t sound confident.”

“i’m so confident. now come over, i miss you.” you said to her, turning off the walkie completely so she couldn’t reply. you picked up Judith from your bed and held her against your side as you opened your bedroom door, making your way downstairs. you set her on the couch and handed her a toy while you waited for Enid.

a few minutes later, the doorknob started to turn and Enid finally walked in. she was leaning down slightly as Hershel was holding onto her hand. your heart warmed at the sight.

“hey, pretty.” you smiled, walking over to her. she wrapped her arms over your neck, “hey,” she smiled back. you both leaned in, lips meeting in the middle. “i missed you.” you whispered against her lips.

“you saw me last night,” she teased, a giggle escaping her lips. “but i can never get enough of you. need you here at all times.”

“one day.” she mumbled, pressing one more kiss to your lips.

the two of you turned around when you heard a fake gag. you looked over at Judith, who was pouting at you two. “Judith, who taught you how to do that?” you asked with another laugh.

“Carl.” she responded. “i saw him do it and Mom and Dad. and you.” you gaped at Judith as Enid put her hands over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughs.

you reached your hand onto her head of blonde curls, ruffling it. she whined, pushing your hand off her head.

“okay, kids. listen up,” you started, sitting on the coffee table in front of Judith and Hershel Jr. Enid sat down next to you.

“me and Enid are in charge of taking care of you for a little bit while your parents are out to find food and supplies for us. and they’re depending on us to keep you safe here, okay? we need you guys to be on your best behavior. got it?”

both of them nodded. “good. now, what would you guys like to do? we’re the fun ones, so we can do whatever you guys want as long as it’s safe.”

“color.” Judith spoke. “you wanna color?” you asked, making sure she wouldn’t change her mind last second. she nodded again. “what about you, Hershel? you wanna color with her? or read any of Carl’s comics? what would you like to do?”

he picked up the coloring book that sat underneath the coffee table, putting it in front of him to show you. “okay. you both wanna color. that’s good. i’ll be right back with everything you need.” Enid stayed with them as you went into Judith’s bedroom to find all of her coloring supplies.

you took everything you could find and brought them back to the living room, placing them in front of them on the table.

both of them immediately started to color on the pages of the coloring book, entering their own little worlds. you moved to sit on the recliner across from them, and Enid came over, sitting across your lap.

“see? i told you that we could do this. they’re already occupied.” you told Enid, running your hands through her hair. “we got lucky. you should’ve seen Hershel before we came here. purposely talking loud and all. acting like a maniac, running around the house. i don’t know what changed when we walked in here.” 

“Judith gets like that too. i think they do it when they’re only with one other person.”

Enid leaned back, resting her head on your chest. you laid your hands across her thighs, drawing shapes around them. “wanna stay tonight?” you asked, pressing a kiss to her hair. “yeah, that sounds great.” she lifted her head to smile up at you, briefly connecting your lips.

“Y/N?” Judith asked. you pulled away from Enid, looking over at her. “what’s up, Judith?”

she pouted, “i’m hungry.” then Hershel looked up at you two, “me too!” he exclaimed.

you and Enid stood up. “okay. we’ll cook you guys up something. anything in particular?” you asked them. they both shook their heads. you guys made your way to the kitchen, looking through the fridge and all the pantries.

“we have stuff for grilled cheese.” Enid told you. “good. lets do that,” you grabbed the cheese from the fridge as she got the butter and bread.

as you started to stove, she began buttering the bread. “do you think you might get used to something like this?” she suddenly asked you.

“like what? taking care of kids?” you questioned. she nodded, “yeah… but like our own kid. not someone else’s. ours.”

you stared blankly at the stove, trying to think of what to say. “i-i’ve thought of it. but Enid… it’s not… possible. i’d love to have one with you, really. but… right now it’s just not possible.”

“i know,” she said quickly. “i just… wanted to know your stance on it. y’know, for the future.” you smiled softly, pulling her into your side. you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. “one day, okay?” she smiled back and nodded. “one day,” she repeated.

you both of the grilled cheeses on the stove, silently waiting for them to cook on each side.

once they were done, Enid grabbed two paper plates from the cabinet and placed each one on them while you grabbed water bottles for them from the fridge.

when you walked back into the living room, Hershel and Judith turned to look you. the plates and water almost fell out of your hands when you noticed they both had colored markers all over their arms, legs and face.

“oh my god.” Enid mumbled. the two of you rushed to set everything down before running to them. “we left for five fucking minutes. why would you guys do this?!” you asked, grabbing Judith’s face to see how much was truly on her. Enid did the same to Hershel.

Judith shrugged, a giggle leaving her lips. you sighed, running a hand down your face. “they’re gonna be back soon.” Enid said. “we need to get this off of them. now.”

you ran to the kitchen, soaking two rags in water. once you got back, you handed one to Enid and you both started to try your hardest to get all of the stains off.

you let out a sigh of relief when you realized that the marker was coming off easily, and it didn’t take long for you to completely clean Judith off. Enid finished only a few minutes after you.

after you rung out the rags and threw them somewhere, you sat in front of the kids again.

“okay, listen up…. again. if any of your parents find out about this, we’re all in trouble. not just you two or us, but all of us. do you promise not to say a word to any of them?”

“yes,” they said at the same time. you held out your pinky to Judith, “pinky promise?” you asked. she giggled, linking her finger with yours. “good.”

you turned around, bringing over their plates of food. “now eat up. we have some water for you too.” you told them, putting both of the mini bottles in front of them.

the two of you resumed your previous position in the recliner. you started to doze off until the front door opened, and Rick, Michonne, Carl and Maggie came through.

“hey guys.” you said tiredly. “hey. everything okay here?” Rick asked. you nodded. “yeah, everything’s great. they’re just eating lunch now. they colored for a while.”

“oh, good. thank you for taking care of Judith, Y/N. i appreciate it.” you smiled. “it’s no problem. me and Judith are bff’s.” you said, and Judith giggled again.

“thanks for watching him, Enid.” you heard Maggie say to her. “of course,” she responded.

after a few minutes, you two managed to sneak off and go back upstairs now that they were back. you got into your bed and under the covers, holding Enid close to you.

“so,” you mumbled. “still think you want kids in the future?” you asked with a chuckle.

Enid lightly hit your shoulder, “shut up!” she whined, shutting up your laughs with a kiss.

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 2

Summary: you and Bucky reminisce

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, mentions of a miscarriage, unhealthy D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.4K

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Bucky takes a long drink of his soda, trying to listen to his friend talk about the latest run, when he should have stayed behind. Steve never stays behind, and he’s not sure how no one wonders why Ari leaves early or doesn’t go at all. Bucky can’t stand how Ari speaks to you, much less how he talks vaguely to your father about all the sex you’re having; it disgusts him.

Annoyed Steve turns around in the booth looking around for the waitress. Starting to beat on the table but Bucky grabs his hand, “Steven, don’t be an ass. They told you they had a new waitress and were low staffed.”

“I’m hungry. I need food,” he grunts. “Why did you stay behind?”

“Why did Ari?”

“Man, what is your hang up with the VP?” he looks back around for the staff, and also spots you with a small group of friends. Turning back around to roll his eyes. “Dad keeps letting her leash get shorter and shorter.”

Raising his eyebrows Bucky looks at his friend almost smiling, “She’s bat shit crazy, you know this. Hell, you’re basically her brother, too.”

Bucky shakes his head quickly, “Don’t say that. I’m nothing like her brother,” he’s just thankful you’re with a bunch of girls, and for once you have on shorts, meaning Ari isn’t around.

“You know what I mean,” his hand slams on the table, and he looks back, “What in the world is taking so long?” he sees a cute little waitress looking flustered come from the back. Her eyes a bit red, and her fingers twitch around.

Looking a bit disheveled when she walks up to the table, “Hey sweetheart, you okay?”

She never looks up from her pad. Pencil in hand, she almost bursts out crying. She needs this job, but waiting tables wasn’t easy. “First day?”

“The last customer was a pig, and,” she finally looks up at Steve, giving him a kind smile, “Rogers?”

“So you’ve heard of me?” Steve asks with a cocky grin. His eyes scan the length of your body, and his smile turns up a bit more. You’re not the typical girl he goes for, but he could have some fun.

“Met you. Your sister used to come to my house and play Barbie’s.”

Steve lets out a belly laugh, holding his stomach, his eyes crinkling at the thought of you playing with dolls, “That doesn’t much sound like her.”

“We were kids,” it’s a Wednesday late afternoon, she knows you’re here with your group of so called friends. Bragging about which man you’re laying down with. Leaving the other male patrons to promise a better time with one of you. The other girls might take them up on the offer, but you never do, and also never add a name to your man.

“I’ll take a burger,” Steve says quickly. “Fries, and whatdya want?”

“Uh, same,” Bucky starts, “get little Rogers something, too. She looks like she never eats.”

She gives a smile to the two men before putting their order in, leaving Steve to groan at Bucky. “Her leash needs to be tighter, right?”

“I wish she’d find a respectful job. Like this.”

“Disgusting men are everywhere, Steve.”

“That’s why she’s got both of us. Dad’s got his head in his ass. Ari is too busy trying to wife someone up,” Bucky snorts, because Ari is not trying to wife someone up, he’s just enjoying a piece of pie, and it’s Steve’s little sister.

One of your friends points to the bikes, and you look into the restaurant, giving Bucky a big smile. “You guys go on ahead.”

“You gotta quit teasing him,” Jesse slaps at your arm.

“I just need to talk to him,” you tell her, still wanting to find out what Bucky knows. “I’ll see you guys later,” they all leave, and you take a deep calming breath.

It wasn’t just needing to know what Bucky knows, but there was a calm familiarity between being with Bucky and Steve. Trotting into the diner, you see an old friend, and hold up a hand to the boys.

You lean over the counter, your shorts dangerously tight on the swell of your cheeks, and Bucky has to force himself to look away. Reminding himself that not only are you Steve’s sister, but you choose to lay down with his VP. You’re not his.

Calling out your friend’s name, she checks to see if she has a minute before walking over. The only friend who knows Ari by name, and also knows what a dangerous game you’re playing.

Steve hears your playful laugh, and his head jerks back to look at you, “She’s definitely seeing someone.”

“You think?” Bucky asks sarcastically and laughs. You were seeing someone right under his nose.

He looks back at his friend, and raises his eyebrow, “It’s not you is it?” Bucky slowly shakes his head, it’s not that he wouldn’t want it to be, but things have changed. “Figure it out. She hasn’t been the same since her mom died. And she was raised with a bunch of bikers. She’s…I know she’s going to date. But I think since dad just lets her run wild, it’s my job to make sure she’s with someone, that I can at least tolerate. Hell, even you wouldn’t be too bad. I guess. I don’t know.”

You plop down beside Steve, all smiles. Leaning over on your brother, while he tries to push you off the seat, “Do not sit with me.”

“Wittle Stevie afraid he’s not gonna get a date if he’s got his sister beside him?” Bucky doesn’t hesitate to scoot over, allowing you room to sit with him. Leaning forward on the table your thighs spread, and touch his, and he pushes his more into you. “Who is it this time Steven?”

Unable to answer when the hamburgers for the boys are sat down, and the hot dog for you and even a strawberry milkshake.

Steve glances up at the girl, and gives her a smile, while you watch the exchange between brother and friend. Smiling until she walks away, leaving your brother’s smile to fade. “She’s a tough one. Doesn’t date men like you.”

“Who said date?”

“Double standards much? You know, you talk about your sexcapades with the Sweet Butts that hang around the club. And now my old friend, but the minute I mention going on a date, you’re all about getting on my case. Forbade me to date even Bucky.”

Steve takes a bite of his burger, nodding his head, “She won’t fold under your charm. She’s a good girl. She leaves work and puts on her sundresses and flats. Pastels and florals are her favorite color. Why do you think we don’t hang out that much. Virginal and…”

“Just like you,” both you and Bucky laugh, and Steve’s eyes glance between the two of you. “I don’t wanna know. So you think I really can’t date her?”

“Steven Grant Rogers doesn’t date, she does. It would take months of dates, flowers, jewelry, chocolates, before she even gave you a thought of seeing her in lingerie. You lack the patience,” reaching over you grab some of Bucky’s fries to eat.

“A challenge, huh?”

“Not with her, Steve. She’s not like us. Only take the challenge if you want more than what’s in between her legs. Don’t do that to her.”

Looking at Bucky’s plate, you see how he’s nearly finished. Your only plate devoured. “Take me to the clubhouse, JB. Steve, I’m serious. You can bed any woman. That one is more than that.”

“Remember that yourself,” he says, slumping down. It’s late and he’ll keep a cup of coffee on the table just to make sure she makes it home safely. “Doll,” you look back at Steve with a smile, “You deserve that, too.”

While you walk out with Bucky, matching him step for step, he hands you his helmet before climbing on; offering you a hand to join him, “How about a ride before going straight to the clubhouse?”

“Okay,” you gleefully answer, your arms around him tight. It had been awhile since you had been on the back of bike. Normally kept yourself at the clubhouse waiting for Ari. But this was perfect. The perfect evening, and you can tell by the direction that Bucky is heading, it’s to your secret spot.

A spot that even Steve didn’t know about. Pulling over on the side of the road, he grabs his flashlight, but you’re already running towards the woods. Dodging the trees, and coming to that tiny little shed you and him built. Stopping just in front of it to wait on Bucky. “Well, come on slow poke,” he catches a glimpse of the softer side of you when you open the door.

A bit dusty, but still like you left it. A few windows, and a single bed in the center of the floor, “So why did you bring us here to our love shack?”

“Why do you insist on calling it that?”

“You know why,” Bucky stifles out a laugh, remembering how the two of you sloppily built the shack just so you had alone time. After your first boyfriend had tried to pressure you into sex, you swore them off. Said you would never have sex, until Bucky.

Bucky, while like a brother in so many ways, was your forbidden fruit, one of them. He had been your protector, when Steve was too busy learning club politics. After a drunken night almost went too far, you told him, you wanted him to teach you. Letting him know being at the clubhouse, it was only going to be a matter of time before someone would take what you were willing to give him.

Bucky would never admit it, but he wanted it more than you did. Nearly every day the two of you came to this shack, it would start off talking and giggly, until someone was slotting their lips against the other. His fingers going through a belt loop to pull you on top of him. And he took his time discovering you, and taking you apart slowly.

“You reminiscing, JB?” you ask as he drops down on mattress, a cloud of dust surrounding him, and you remember a sweeter time. Less complicated, until Steve opened his big mouth to Bucky, and life got in the way. Both instances ruining the best late summer of your life.

“You’re not, Doll?” he reaches a hand out to you, and you join him, keeping a distance from him. “He told me today, I wouldn’t be such a bad person for you to date,” you offer him a sad smile, and turn to look away.

His hand goes to your cheek, caressing it gently, “What’re you doing?” you shrug your shoulders, still unable to look at him. “You needing attention that bad?”

“I like it.”

“You like the idea of being caught and Steve and your dad will finally pay attention to you. Do you love him?”

“I don’t know.”

His eyes drift around your face, landing on your puffy lips, staying there a moment, before drifting back up, “Have you ever been in love?”

You shrug your shoulders, but give him a playful grin, “Maybe once. But I don’t know.”

“Same. But I know. It was one time. But I let a friendship dictate my love. So maybe it wasn’t that deep.”

“Maybe,” you whisper. There was something about the way his eyes looked even more silvery in the moonlight. Something in the way his arm pulsed as he struggled to not get too close to you. Or maybe it was just this place and all the memories. But in that moment, the only thing you could think about was how innocent it had been. A relationship purely for you two.

And because of all that, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him by the collar and closing the gap between you. Pushing off his jacket while he fumbles with your belt. Stopping only to remove his shirt, and him to tug down your shorts before he’s hovering over you.

Your hands holding onto his neck, as you keep him close to you. His tongue dominating your mouth, while he swallows your sweet sounds. Bucky rolls his hips into you, and your hands move quickly to his own jeans. Pushing them and his boxers down, feeling his thick shaft heavy on your thigh.

Undoing your body suit, he tires of pulling and tugging, and just rips of your tiny little panties. Throwing them, somewhere before one thrust pushes him through your tight channel. Bottoming out quickly, and you whine in his mouth. Giving you no time to adjust before he is pushing hard and deep into you, kissing on the column of your neck.

“Bucky don’t,” you warn him, earning a bit of a growl on your heated skin. Shivering at how your body responds so quickly to him. Accepting every hard thrust, and how you already know how close the two of you are.

“Fine,” without leaving you, Bucky flips the two of you over, pulling the rest of your clothes off, giving your ass a little smack, “Since I can’t mark you up, remind me how good you ride my cock. I’ll make sure daddy doesn’t know how much you’re whining for me. Daddy ever let you fuck him?”

Moving to a squat, you sink your body over him. Taking every inch of him, and he can’t look away. “Don’t cum in me.”

“You think this perfect pussy is just for him? I heard you lying. You know who really owns this pussy. He still doesn’t know what that red star is for, huh?”

Bucky presses his thumb up against your clit, and you continue the race for the finish. “Fuck!” his voice rings out in the night. Pulling out of you, he puts you on your knees before he’s fucking back into you. His fingers grip tightly to your hips, and had you been in the right mind, you know there will be explaining to do for those bruises.

With another slap to your ass, you drop your head to the mattress so you can fully watch him. Driving into you like something he’s needed for a long time. Determination in his brows, and only looking at where the two of you connect. With a soft mewl, his eyes move to look at you. Your face completely blissed out and the both of you let go.

He pulls himself out of you, while warm coats of his spunk spurts up your back. His chest heaves with heavy panting breaths, but the metal thumb he presses on your sticky skin, is so tender.

Grabbing your ripped panties he wipes his seed off of you, and you still haven’t moved. Ass in the air, just watching him. “You needing me to lick that pussy clean or you just airing her out?”

“Bucky!”

“You’re the one that still has your cunt still right there,” dropping to your back, you legs go on either side of him, and your hands got to circle your tits, “Like that’s so much better.”

His flesh hand rubs over that red star right on your mound. Leaning over he presses his lips against the star, before the sweetest kisses move down your slit, “You tell him I claimed that pussy years ago? Left a permanent mark on you, too, huh?”

“Things were never that simple with us. I wanted them to be.”

His hand rubs over your stomach, and you have to turn your head to the side. Unable to look at him, while both your eyes go misty. “You think if we hadn’t lost it, that your dad and brother would have been okay with us?”

“Like they’d had a choice,” sitting up, you reach for your clothes, beginning to dress yourself.

“Just like old times. Things get serious, and you run away.”

“I gotta get home.”

“The clubhouse or daddy’s house?” your phone lights up, and he quickly glances at it. Rolling his eyes when Ari’s name comes up. “That answers that question, Darling,” the name rolls off his tongue like a curse.

“What was this Bucky? You know I’m fucking Ari, so why?”

“And you sure spread your legs real quick for me,” you feel the sting of his cheek on your hand before you even realize you were smacking him.

“This was a mistake. It always is with you!”

“No, this was you admitting how you fucking feel! You love me,” you shake your head no, refusing to look at him. “You do. You love me, and because we had a miscarriage you run away.”

“I had a miscarriage, Bucky. Just me.”

“It was my baby, too, and I was there. We stayed here for a day!” your phone goes off again, and Bucky picks it up to toss to you, “Your daddy is calling you. Run to some prick that is using you for a kink, instead of talking to me. Steve said…”

“And it took Steve saying that for you to realize that you love me?”

He leans forward, his voice icy cold, “At least I didn’t fuck you in your brother’s chair. I didn’t taunt you while we fuck in the chapel when you’re dad is just outside. I valued you.”

“Are you taking me to Ari’s or am I walking?” standing up to buckle your belt, you throw his pants at him.

Angrily he stands to get dressed, and just walks out the door. Following him he holds out the helmet for you, “Keep up your shit, and this is going to bite you in the ass. Steve knows your with someone.”

“So what.”

“Then tell him it’s Ari,” you sit silently and unmoving. Staring at nothing, “Just what I thought.”

You walk through Ari’s door, and see him sitting in his armchair. His face and upper body darkened with the night shadow. “Who was that?” he asks, bringing his cigarette up to his lips. The ember lighting his face, and you see the complete anger in him.

“Bucky,” your voice flat as you go to the bathroom, but Ari catches up in a few short steps, pushing your body against the wall.

“I thought I told you I don’t share.”

“It was just Bucky, why are you concerned.”

He presses his lips gently on your neck, already undoing your belt. “You smell like him.”

“I was on his bike Ari. Of course I smell like him.”

“He been touching what’s mine?” you shake your head no, and he pulls down your shorts. Running his fingers through your folds, “Still wet. There will be hell to pay for that. When I call, you answer. When I want to fuck you, you better be wet or lubed up because I’ll fuck you. When I tell you I don’t share, I don’t fucking share. And when you want to misbehave you and that fucker will be punished. I’ll have your pussy juice all over my hands when I shake your dad’s. Is that what you want. You want your dad to know what a fucking slut of a daughter he has?“

“I’m just your slut, daddy.”

“Then what does that make you to Bucky?” he stares hard at you, no sign of softness or love in him, before pushing you into his bedroom. “Don’t get comfortable. I’m about to ruin that pussy. I’ll parade your marks to everyone in the club for a week. Just a common bike bunny. I’m sure Stevie and your father would be so proud to know you’re going from one cock to another. Give me your phone.”

“Why?” you ask, your voice starting to go weak. Trembling at what he could do with your phone.

“I’m going to send a picture to JB, so he knows how I stuff my pussy full. You think he wants a video or a picture?”

“Ari, don’t. Nothing happened. He brought me home.”

“Hmm, if riding on a bike gets you that wet, maybe I need to start giving you rides. One time, Darling. If I catch you with him again, Stevie gets the video, too.”

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I saw that your req are open and I've had this idea for awhile and no one has really done this pormpt that went across my feed or tags but what if-

Geto or Nanami, you choose (or both) watches the Barbie movie with the reader who was in awe and tears. Reader dissects the movie for them to understand and just overall lets the reader rant and analyze the movie- later on gifts them a Barbie that finally looks like them bc for so long the Reader couldn't find a barbie that felt like it was them (based on looks).

This is very self-indulgent in a way- but feel free to use this idea, thank you for reading! ^^

Hello there! I know this is super late but I've finally gotten around to writing this. I decided to use the season to turn this into a mini holiday fic. I referenced the movie but took a different angle. I hope this is okay. Thank you for sending in the ask!

Geto had come home to find you sitting on the couch with your old video camera.

“What are you doing (Name)?” Geto asked.

You looked up from what you were watching. “I found this in storage when I was pulling out some of the Christmas decorations.”

He made his way over to the couch and sat next to you. The old tape you were watching was from Christmas several years ago. 

“God, how old are the girls there?” he marveled. 

“About five, look at all the Barbie’s. Why didn’t we keep any of those? I think we gave all of them away.”

“Well to be fair (Name) by the time the girls got through with them they looked like they survived a tornado.”

He chuckled. 

“I don’t think those dolls knew what hit them when Nanako gave them ‘rides’ in the dryer.”

He expected you to laugh along with him but instead he found you glumly staring at the recording. You and the much younger twins were placing their new Barbies in their dreamhouse. Nanako sat in your lap as she set up the furniture and Mimiko leaned against you and watched. 

“(Name)?”

You shook your head and shut off the camera. “It’s so stupid. I’m getting emotional over a doll. Well, it’s not really that.”

Suguru put his arm around you and held you close. “Talk to me.”

“The girls, their teenagers now. And I’m so proud of the young women they are becoming but sometimes I miss moments like those.”

The twins were quickly developing into themselves, making friends, dating, excelling in school and hobbies. 

You knew they couldn’t stay little girls forever. And that being a mother you’d have to let go eventually. 

Even if it hurt so damn much. 

We mothers stand still, so our daughters can look back and see how far they’ve come.

~

“Okay, that’s the last of the presents,” Mimiko announced. 

The tree had been cleared of all the boxes and bags, neatly stowed away with the aid of a hefty bag. 

“Wait,” Suguru interjected. “There’s one left.”

“Where?” Nanako asked. 

Suguru reached behind the couch and pulled out a wrapped box.

“To (Name), from Santa.”

You chuckled while Nanako rolled her eyes. 

“Hardy har Dad.”

“Open it (Name),” he insisted.

So you took the package and tore off the paper. 

“What is it?” Mimiko asked. 

“Jewelry?” Nanako prodded.

You gasped, then laughed. 

“It’s a Barbie. Oh honey, you shouldn’t have.”

It wasn’t just a Barbie. It looked like you, the same nose, the same eyes, the same everything.

“It took some digging but I managed to find the perfect one.”

“It looks like Mom!” Mimiko exclaimed.

Nanako laughed. “Aw I haven’t thought of Barbie in years.”

She turned to her sister. “Remember when I used to give them ‘rides’ in the dryer?”

“I remember a perfectly good shirt being ruined,” Suguru muttered.

“I remember Mom hated it, she always used to hide it,” Mimiko recalled.

“(Name)? Is that true?”

You looked away, trying not to smile. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. I was too busy playing with my new Barbie.”

The four of you spent the rest of the day reminiscing about the past, the wonderful life you had built. 

You always had to keep going, but there was no harm in occasionally looking back.