#(that i all own. because i got cute clothes for christmas. as i should.)

[cozylittleartblog]

cute clothes ✨

#ootd #outfit of the day #fashion #art #doodles #1940s #1960s #dat me #(that i all own. because i got cute clothes for christmas. as i should.) #continuing to be the cutest bitch at target and i will always be the cutest bitch at target #unless its the day of the week where i dress like a hot topic employee #in which case im still the cutest bitch but like. edgy edition #third one is now my second most favorite outfit ever #behind the outfit with the red vest and frilly shirt #a lot of my energy the last many months has gone into shop work but i have made a lot of new stuff and i think #im gonna let my shop idle for a bit and not add anything new really. so im gonna focus on making more fun art again :) #just gonna relax and get back to doodlin #i just put in an order for washi tapes and sticky notes though so that's really fun those will be in in a couple months

[harlowsbby]

Traditions With U

“What’s the budget?” You asked Jack as the two of you arrived to Target.

“Hmm I’d say under $100 and we’ll meet back here in about twenty minutes?” He said and you nodded. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes, make sure you get me something good!” You told him.

“You know I will babe, come on Phoenix.” Jack and Phoenix headed in their own direction while You and Venus headed into the opposite direction.

You saw online that a few couples were making one another thankful baskets for Thanksgiving, a thankful basket is a basket filled with lots of things that remind you of your partner.

Phoenix and Venus decided to tag along with Jack and You to try and help the two of you as much as they can.

“How about this Phoenix? Do you think she’ll like this?” Jack asked Phoenix as he held up a stuffed animal that was a turkey. “No Uncle Jack that’s very ugly.” Phoenix told him.

Jack looked at him in disbelief because Jack thought that the Turkey was actually really cute.

“You have to find things that remind you of Aunt Y/N and I don’t think she’d like the fact that you compared her to a Turkey.” Phoenix stated.

Even though Phoenix was only 9 he was actually really clever for his age. It’s something he had gotten from Urban.

“How about we start with body washes? Doesn’t she like stocking up on them?”

“That’s actually a really good idea let’s head over that way.” Phoenix rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s a good idea I’m the one that though of it.”

Jack grabbed a few body washes that always reminded him of you, along with some face mask since you loved a good face mask.

“What about we get some candy?” Phoenix nodded his head. “That sounds good.”

Jack tossed in a few of your favorite candies into the basket and continued to shop around the store.

“We definitely need to get him this.” You told Venus as you held up a 24 pack of gum, some mornings Jack’s breath honestly should’ve been classified as a weapon.

“Definitely my daddy says that Uncle Jack’s breath stinks bad in the morning!” Venus stated and the two of you laughed.

“What else should we get him?”

You browsed around the clothing aisles and spotted a pair of matching Christmas pajamas even though it wasn’t anywhere near Christmas you wanted to get them, you even got a pair for Venus and Phoenix.

“How about some video games?” She suggested. “That’s a good idea Venus.”

You didn’t really know much about video games or what games Jack already had or didn’t have so you just picked a few that looked interesting.

“Wait! What about these?” You grinned at the pair of grinch themed underwear, you were almost certain Jack wasn’t going to wear them but you figured it would be funny to see his reaction.

“Yes get those!” Venus laughed as you tossed the underwear into the basket.

After getting a few more things the two of you went and paid for everything in your carts, when you all got back home Jack sat in the living room and made up his basket while you sat in the kitchen.

“Babe! Are you almost done.” Jack yelled out. “I’m done I’m coming to the living room.” You told him.

You grabbed your basket and made your way to the living room where Jack sat with Phoenix. “Wow you went all out.” He said and inspected the big blue basket that had a bunch of treats sticking out.

“I can say the same about you.” You handed him the basket you made for him and he handed you his basket he made.

“Oh wait I’ll be right back.” Jack went back upstairs and came down with two baskets you both made for the kids which they loved.

While Phoenix and Venus were occupied with the toys they had just received Jack and You were both opening your baskets.

“You got me my favorite body wash and candy.” You licked your lips at the bag of chocolate. He even got you a few candles and a few matching sets he saw that were going viral on tik tok.

“How did you know about these?” You questioned him. “You cheating on me? You got another women on the side?” You joked.

“What? No you know I only want you, I’m not dumb baby, but do you like everything?” He nervously asked. “I love everything, now open your basket.”

You grinned as he removed the tissue paper slowly and revealed everything that was in the basket.

You had gotten him the video games, a new soccer ball, the matching pajamas, house slippers and his favorite sun chips.

You even managed to make a Turkey out of your hand like you use to do back in Elementary School.

“Babe.” He laughed. “This is so cute.” He grinned. You smiled. “Yeah? You like it?” He smiled and nodded. “I love it thank you baby.”

He smiled and leaned into you and pressed a kiss to your lips to which you returned. “But I do have one question?” He asked.

“What is it?” He reached into the basket and pulled out a pack the 24 pack of gum.

“Why did you give me so much gum?” You couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter along with Phoenix and Venus.

“It’s because you have the worse morning breath literally sometimes I feel like you’re going to knock me out in the mornings.”

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. “You know what since you wanna be rude I’m not talking to you.” He stood up and made his way into the kitchen.

“Jack, I’m joking!” You laughed. “Come back!”

Eventually Jack ended up coming back and the four of you spent the rest of the night together watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving together.

Towards the middle of the movie the kids ended up falling asleep, leaving Jack and You to be the only ones awake.

“Babe?” Jack asked. “Yes Jack?”

“I noticed you had gotten me a pair of grinch themed pajama earlier.” You laughed. “Oh yeah? Did you like them? I thought they were funny.”

“Oh I love ‘em but I was trying to see if you wanted to see how they looked like on and maybe what they look like off.” He whispered and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Jack, you’re the silliest person I know.” You laughed. “But you love me though.”

“That I do.” And you did love him and you were excited that the two of you had started a new tradition that would happen every year.

(I honestly struggled with this 💀😭 I couldn’t really think of anything Thanksgiving themed but I hope you still all enjoy it! 💘)

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[abiiors]

we went to winter wonderland 🎄// matty healy x reader

twelve days of christmas - day 2

a/n: i've been slightly sad about...everything and writing is hard atm but i also don't want to abandon 12doc so have something that's loosely based on my irl relationship. it's really short, sorry :( cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

the last ever winter they spend apart is quite shit to put it bluntly. 

matty’s a million kilometres away in LA where winter’s only a concept while she’s in their bed, alone and begrudgingly cuddling his hoodie in lieu of him and cussing out her boss and her boss’ boss and so on all the way to the top until she’s googled the ceo of the parent company that owns her firm and cussed him out too. matty laughs shamelessly the whole time. one, because she looks as threatening as a baby penguin all angry and swaddled in blankets, and two, because it’s her. 

she’s never failed to make him laugh. ever. 

“baby…” he tries to pacify, “it’s alright.”

“no it’s not!” her tone is firm. "i should be with you in LA! not rotting here in our bed because work got in the way."

her nose is slightly red from being out in the cold (it was the first snow of the season after all, matty knew she would be out) but he tells her to get tea regardless. and now, armed with a steaming mug of herbal tea and the saddest pout a girl could have, she looks all the more cuddly. 

“okay how about this,” he suggests, “you have your switch don’t you? go get it.” 

her face contorts in confusion. “you don’t have yours.”

“i’ll just steal hann’s.”

“matthew!”

but she gets up regardless, even if it’s after a few grumbles of “ugh, i just got cosy!”

matty, through their facetime call, wanders through the house with her. he has to admit—it’s lonely and quiet without him there. their home—perfect for two and too big for just her. he can’t wait to get back though. even sunny LA is a touch too cold without her there. 

“what do you wanna play?” she asks once she settles in bed again and matty’s ready with the answer. 

“animal crossing.”

“babe… we haven’t played that in ages, it’s gonna be so shit!”

he frowns at her stubbornness. “just turn it on will you? it will have snowed on there. you always love making those anatomically challenged snowmen!”

there’s a small giggle that follows. she’s well aware of what he’s referring to—they almost have a competition of sorts about who can make the most deranged-looking animal crossing snowman. 

as predicted, it’s weeds and more weeds everywhere the minute the game turns on. her little avatar exits her house, looking dishevelled and still in curated summer clothes. oh well… 

matty grins. “so i was thinking…”

“yeah?”

“we won’t get to go to a winter wonderland this year!”

“yeah,” she pouts again. 

“i was thinking we could make one.”

“in animal crossing?”

“in animal crossing!”

for a moment she’s quiet and matty worries that it’s a stupid idea. it is a little lame if he’s honest but there’s not much they can do with an entire ocean between them. but just as he feels his grin slipping, hers widens on her face. 

“matty! you are brilliant! i love you.”

“what was that?” he teases, laughing when she pokes her tongue out. 

“last to finish is the loser,” she declares. and before he’s even had a chance to plan a heist for adam’s switch, she’s shouting “go!” amidst protests from him and maniacal laughter from her. 

matty doesn’t care though—this is almost a complete 180 turnaround in her mood in quite a few days. 

two hours and a worrying amount of bickering later, they’re ready for the grand reveal. 

“mine is so much better!” she declares as soon as matty’s little avatar lands on her island. even her fucking avatar looks adorable, all bundled up in a big coat and matty’s ready to declare her the winner right there. still, he indulges her. 

he already knows it—hers is so much better! she’s always had an eye for all things cute (him included) but he stays and he listens. 

soft snow falls behind her on the facetime call and it’s clearly visible through the giant windows and the switch almost casts a perfect glow on her. not that matty’s entirely focussing on her tour of her animal crossing winter wonderland; he’d much rather stare at her while she’s talking but it’s over far too soon and before he knows it, her avatar is on his (hann’s) island and she’s laughing hysterically at his attempt of a wonderland. 

“matty!” she shrieks. “baby, this is so bad”

“what? how dare you, take that back!”

“there are weeds in the middle of your ‘skating rink’.” 

“uhhhh…” matty ends up shrugging much to her amusement. 

“yours is so shit!” she teases. “we agree that i’m the winner, right?”

“got you out of your grumpy mood though, didn’t i? so who’s the real winner here?”

“still me!”

and so he relents. two hours and a shit in game winter wonderland is a fantastic trade to make in exchange for her laugh. 

ten more minutes and she gets a little emotional again because of course she does. matty watches some of the joy in her eyes drain away, replaced by a tinge of the same sadness from before. 

“i hate being without you, especially during winters! it gets so cold.” the corners of her mouth turn down and a soft ache fills his chest. 

“i know, darling… i hate missing christmas but you’ll be with me next month, yeah?”

“yeah.”

much to his relief she doesn’t let it get her down this time, she tries to change the topic and talk about everything she’s been up to and all the plans she has with her friends. matty’s mind is made up though—this is the last winter he's willing to spend without her. come january, the ring hidden in his suitcase will find its place on her finger. 

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[daydreamingmia]

Y/n & Walker's First Date💖

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 7

This is a series and there are many more before this story😁💙

You woke up at 7 am because you were so excited. It was Valentines Day and Walker was taking you out for your first date.

You got up and brushed your teeth. You couldn't get Walker out of your head. You were so excited.

You went downstairs and ate some breakfast. You had chocolate chip waffles. When you hear the doorbell. You run to answer it and see Dior and Leena.

"Hi!" You say really excited and hug them

"Hey!" They reply in unison

When you get to your room they go to your closet as you sir on your bed.

"I think she should wear this but change to this when she gets there. What do you think?" Leena asked Dior

"Ooo! I love it!" Dior replied

They packed a bag for you. They put the change of clothes and a few other things inside another bag so you wouldn't know where you were going.

You talked with them as they helped you with your hair, makeup and painted your nails.

"So are you excited?" Dior asked

"Let me put it this way. I woke up at 7 am." You replied

"Wow! You must be ecstatic!" Dior and Leena laughed

"Why would you wanna date my brother anyway? He's annoying and weird." Lenna asked with a laugh

"Yeah he is but he is also sweet and kind and loving. And he's so cute!" You gush

"Ewww" Leena replied

You laughed

"It's about time that you guys got together. Aryan and Charlie owe me 20 bucks each." Dior said

"How did you know we would kiss at the Grammys?" You asked

"Just a feeling I guess." Dior replied

"So does anyone else know? Like did the paparazzi see the kiss?" Leena asked

"I don't think so. It would be all over the magazines if they did" you replied

You talked with them for a while and then they finished.

Dior and Leena left and you sat on the couch waiting for Walker. When the doorbell rang you ran to answer it. It was Walker.

You jumped in his arms and he picked you up a little.

"You look beautiful" He said as he put you down

"Thank you!" You blushed

You grabbed your bag and left. He held your hand and led you to the car.

"So where are we going?" You asked REALLY excited

"Not gonna tell" he replied with a smile

You drove for around 30 minutes and we arrived. You couldn't believe you eyes. WALKER WAS TAKING YOU TO DISNEYLAND ON YOUR FIRST DATE!!! He turned to you and gave you a "I MADE A GOOD PICK" smile.

"You're taking me to Disneyland?!" You ask excitedly

"Yeah!" He smiled as he opened the door and helped you out.

"I remember you said your dream first date would be at Disneyland. So here we are." He said proud of himself

"I said that 2 years ago" You said shocked that he remembered

"Well...it was important to me." He blushed

-

You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes

You went to Disneylnd first and planed to go to California Adventure later in the day.

"So where do you wanna go first?" Walker asked

"The Haunted Mansion!" You exclaimed excitedly

You had a lightning lane pass so the line wasn't that long.

"Do you really like this one?" Walker asked you

"Yeah! Especially during Christmas!" You reply

(BTW Walker has been holding your hand the whole time)

You walked in the stretching room and the voice started.

"OoooOoOo creepy" Walker said brushing his fingertips on the back of your neck

"Stop it" you scrunch your neck as he laughed

The two of you got to the front of the line.

"Come on down. Watch you step." The girl said

As I was passing by her to get on she whispered to me "Percy Jackson is amazing!"

"Oh! Thank you!" You tun around and say

"What was that about?" Walker asked you as you sat down

"She said Percy Jackson was amazing" You reply

"I'm glad she liked it" He replied with a smile

-

After that you went to Pirates of the Carribean ride.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirates like for me!" You and Walker sing together in line

When you get on the ride you get your own row

You can hear the screams ahead of you and you nuzzle into Walker. When you drop he covers you so you don't get hit by the water and you tuck your face into his neck.

"Did you get wet?" He asks you

"No" You look up at his with a smile staying in his arms

"Good" He says

When the ride ended you got up and looked at Walker

"Omg! YOU'RE SOAKED!" You exclaimed

"It's alright. I was a little hot before. I'm not now though" He reassured you with a laugh

His clothes were soaked in water and hair looked like he has been swimming.

-

You ride a couple more rides and you get a little hungry.

"Ooooo! Churros!" You point

Walker laughs and walks you over

"Can we get 3 churros?" Walker asked the cast member

"3?" You ask confused

"Well you love churros and you're hungry right?"

"Right!" You exclaim

You ate them as you walked over to California Adventure. You just finished the first church and you were about to eat the second.

"You wanna share?" You ask

"You don't have to do that" He replied

"No I want to. Here take a bite." You said holding the church up to his mouth. You took turns taking bite until it was gone.

You then went over to the Avengers campus and took pictures with the Avengers (including the girl who was your character).

"Do you wanna go on the Tower of Terror?" Walker asks (AKA: Guardians of the Galaxy – Mission: BREAKOUT!)

"Ummm...I don't know I've never been on it. I've heard it's really scary." You say

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ON THE TOWER OF TERROR?!" He was shocked

"No. I've always been too scared." You say sheepishly

"Well how about we go on it and I'll protect you? But if you don't want to that's totally fine" He says smiling at you. Oh that smile

"Alright" you agree

-

You get to the front of the lane and get really scared. You squeeze Walker's hand and he pulls you close to him.

"You okay?" He asks

"Yeah" you reply

"You'll be okay. I'll be right there beside you" He reassures you

You get into your seat and buckle yourself in. Walker puts his arm over your shoulder and you lean into him. The ride was going when all of a sudden it just dropped. You screamed at the top of your lungs. It was deafening. Walker hugged you so tight. You knew you weren't going anywhere. When you got off you stumbled a little bit.

"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" Walker asks

"It wasn't too bad. I'm so sorry for your ears. Are you okay?" You ask Walker with a giggle

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm glad you liked it more than you thought." He replied with a smile

-

You were back in Disneyland and the Mickey's Mix Magic was about to start. The voice started and you got excited. If someone told you last time you went there that the next time will be your first date with Walker Scobell you would've died. You and Walker were dancing and jumping to the music. You looked at him his eyes were so beautiful and his smile even more. You were so happy. Then out of nowhere you kissed him. He put his hands on your waist. You pulled back and he looked in your eyes "I love you" He said

"I love you too" You said with so much love in your eyes

-

You decided to eat dinner. The two of you decided on the Blue Bayou in the Pirates of the Caribbean building. It was very romantic. The two of you talked a lot.

"So why did you always want your first date to be here?" He asked

"I don't know. As long as I can remember I thought it would be so fun."

After you finish eating you walk to It's a Small World then see Cinderella and Prince Charming dancing in front of it.

"My princess" He bent at his waist holding his hand out to you

"My prince" You smile and take his hand

You were on the side of the walkway dancing to the slow music. You chest was against his and his hand was on your back. You were just swaying back and forth until he dipped you. Then you looked in his eyes and he kissed you again. It was magical. You loved him so much

-

After the two of you went on It's a Small World you walked over to Star Wars: Rise of the Resistance. Even with the lightning lane the line was so long.

"My feet hurt" You complain

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with sympathy in his eyes

You jump in his arms and wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Thank you" You kiss him on the cheek

He carried you through the whole line. You fell asleep sometime in the line. When you got in line to go into the interrogation rooms

"Well well well what do we have here" the Resistance officer said with attitude

"Is she dead?" She mocked

"No. She was tired" Walker replied with a laugh

"The force is weak with this one" They said as they walked away

Walker walked in the room and started waking you up

"Y/n?" He said moving your head so he could look at you

"Hmmm?" You mumble

"We're here now. You don't wanna miss the ride." He says in a soft voice

"But I'm tired" You reply

"I know y/n I'm sorry" He says moving the hair out of your face

He puts you down and you lean against him as he holds you up so you don't fall. You are still kinda asleep.

You woke up a little more by the time you got in the ride

-

The two of you walked over to Space Mountain. The line was pretty short because it was around midnight. You got off of the ride and Walker looked at you

"Your hair!" He said fixing it with his hand

"Thank you" You smiled at him

-

You walked out holding hands and got in the Uber. You fell asleep on Walker's shoulder almost immediately. Before you knew it you were back at your house.

"We're here y/n" Walker whispered

"Okay" You mumble

You got out of the car and he walked you to your door

"Today was more amazing that I could have ever imagined" You smile

"I'm glad you liked it" He replied sheepishly

"So you're my boyfriend now?" You ask

"I think so" He smiles

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks looking nervous

"Of course" you reassure him

"Are those songs on your album really about me?"

"Maybe" you give a smile that was saying who else?

He kisses you and you put your arms around his neck.

"Goodnight Walker" You say as you go inside

"Goodnight y/n" He finally let's go of your hand

You change into your pajamas and go on your phone

A/n: Happy Valentines Day everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests let me know and I will do my best to make it happen. If you like the story please like, comment, or follow!😁💖

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[katierosedreams2]

My new favorite Christmas gift 

“Oh my god I love this so much!!” Emma said, letting out a little scream of joy as she took my photo of me going up the escalator at the mall. “I can not believe just how right I was about you Alexa!! Your body is so girly!! No one would ever know you're actually a boy!! I can’t believe I have my own life-size doll!! This is my new favorite Christmas gift I could ever get!!” She continued, not even trying to hide her joy. I guess I should explain exactly how I got here. 

Emma is my stepsister. We're the same age, well she’s older by a few months. Our parents married about ten years ago now. My stepdad was almost never around, and when he was, he would take my mom on some trip or off on some date. He wanted nothing to do with me, much like my own dad who walked out on my mom and me when I was pretty young. A few years later, when I was eight, my mom remarried. She had always wished I was a girl and constantly told me about how she had always wanted a daughter. When she met my stepdad and Emma she just fell in love with Emma and was so happy to have her as a daughter. As I got older, I realized how my mom never let me do topical “boy” stuff. I was only allowed to have girls as friends, watch girly movies, and sometimes she even bought me a jacket or top or pants that were a girl's but were "just too cute to pass up". She so desperately wanted a girl. And once she got Emma she immediately started to spoil her with all kinds of clothes, shoes, make up. She even gave her the bigger bedroom. She pretty much got whatever she wanted.

My weird requirements didn’t go away when that happened. They just got worse. I had to join Emma in ballet and cheerleading all the way through high school. I was forced to join Emma and her friends, not allowed to have friends of my own. I wasn’t allowed to have short “boy” hair either. And most of my clothes were just plain generic men's clothes. I hardly owned anything, most of money went to Emmas' wardrobe. Don't get me wrong, my mom is very nice and loving. She is kind and caring and hasn’t completely ignored me, but it also isn’t a surprise that Emma is her favorite. When we were much younger, my mom and Emma used to have “makeover days” where my mom would teach Emma how to do her make up and dress and move like a lady. 

Emma and I got along right away and were always close. I think she could see how my mom favored her over me and she kind of felt bad about that. She would often try to include me in everything she could so I wouldn’t feel left out. She would often convince me to join her and my mom on their “makeover days” and I would. My mom always seemed to treat me differently once they had finished putting makeup on me. She seemed to love me more and treat me better. Emma also loved being able to treat me like a doll. She loved dolls and always wanted to dress me up and have me be a “life-size doll”. I would always fight that. It was bad enough that my mom wanted me to be a girl, it was even worse that my stepsister and closest friend also wanted me to be one too! 

Christmas was always tough because Emma got just about anything she asked for, not just for Christmas but for the rest of the year too. So I always sucked at getting her gifts. It was always some gift card to some place she liked. Over the last few years, my mom has gotten really sick of it. This year she had gotten so upset that she said now that I’m eighteen years old she would kick me out of the house if I did not step it up and get Emma something truly meaningful. Now I had no job, and was going to the local community college because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. My parents were very wealthy and while I did have the smallest room in the house, it was still a big room and an incredible house. Also, I know that rent is crazy high, so I wasn’t really excited about the thought of leaving. I told my mom that I would get her a great gift, and then forgot all about our conversation. 

I was getting quite distracted with this new friend I had made, Becka. She was one of Emma's friends. She had met in one of her classes and I had a huge crush on her. It broke my heart when Emma told me that Becka thought that her “gay stepbrother” was so much fun. I wasn’t gay. I'm not exactly why so many people have mistaken me as gay throughout my life. I asked Emma if she had corrected her about that, but she said no, that the conversation just moved on, and she thought it would be weird to just bring it back up. Becka also hadn’t brought it up to me directly, so I thought it would be weird to just throw that out there. So I tried to see if, over time, I could convince her that not only was I straight, but that I was into her. We talked a bunch, and she often invited me to hang out with her and Emma. But soon after that conversation with my mom, Becka started asking me to just hand out even when Emma was busy. 

I, of course, was super excited to spend time with her, just the two of us. She was a lot more touchy-feely with me. Constantly holding my hand or putting her arm around my waist. She was also a lot more personal with the things she shared and would act flirtatiously with me even! It never came up that she thought I was gay, but I was suspicious that she still might think I was. She would constantly send me things, like clothes, shoes, nails, makeup, or hairstyles and ask what I thought about them. I wasn’t sure if that was because she still might think I was gay though. She did seem really satisfied with my answers, but I’ve been having those conversations with my mom and Emma my whole life. So maybe I just had a good eye for that stuff? Or maybe she wanted to see what I liked, so she could look good for me? That thought got me wondering about that even more and I desperately wanted to know the answer. So this just led to us hanging out and talking even more. 

Emma and my mom both noticed that I had taken an interest in Becka, unlike any of the other gal friends I had in the past. Emma thought that it was good that I was finally having "girl" talk all on my own. My mom seemed to agree and they both seemed to encourage our interactions. Before I knew it, however, it was the week of Christmas and I realized I hadn’t gotten Emma anything! I started to panic because I had no idea what to get her! I looked through every single online store I knew she liked, often asking Becka what her thoughts were about this skirt, or dress, or shoes or something. But Becka would point out that most of them wouldn’t make it in time for Christmas. I had told her about the ultimatum my mom had given me, and Becka was surprised I had given her such bad gifts. She said I had such great taste and clearly cared for Emma. She said that no clothes could be meaningful enough to make up for all the years I gave such bad gifts. I needed to do better.

She encouraged me to think back over all the years and see if there was anything that Emma always wanted but never got. If I could get her that, then I would give her a gift that would be truly meaningful. It took me awhile, going back in my mind over every purse, top, heels, makeup, everything I could think of that she wanted through the years. Just to realize she had gotten them all. There was nothing I could think of. And then I saw an ad for a “makeover day” from some salon, and I remembered all of those days my Mom Emma and I used to do. How she always wanted to dress me up and be her doll. I decided that it was free, quick, and meaningful. After all, it was the gift she always wanted and never got. It was the gift my Mother had always wanted too, she just never asked for it directly. She loved Emma, and was so glad to have her as a daughter, but she still truly wished that I had been born a girl. So I thought it would be my gift to them both. Emma could have her doll for the day and my mom could have her second daughter for the day. All I would have to do is wear some makeup and some girls' clothes for the day around the house, and they would both be happy. 

So a few days before Christmas I wrote a card to Emma saying that I would be her doll and that she could dress me up however she wanted and I'd do whatever she wanted. In hindsight, I should have worded that very differently. I though shed put some makeup on me, have me try on a few things, see how silly I looked, and then we would just hang around and watch some Christmas movies or something. I also wrote a card to my Mom and told her that I would be Emmas' doll to dress up and command and that I would also be her “daughter” too. We could have a nice time just the three of us and have a special dinner. I knew my stepdad was out of the country for the rest of the year working and wouldn't be home.

I gave them both the cards that morning with the coffee I had prepared for them. They both looked at me suspiciously as I brought them their coffees on a tray with my handmade letters. They both took their coffees and had a sip, then proceeded to both read my cards. As they read, both of their jaws dropped almost in unison as the joy and realization of what I had just given them washed over their minds. They both looked at each other in shock. “Oh MY GOD!!! NO WAY!! I FINALLY GET TO MAKE YOU MY DOLL AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!!” Emma screamed with excitement and she started to cry. The reality of all these years wanting and finally getting was almost too much. My mother was already crying. You could tell she was in a storm of emotions. She felt bad and guilty for wishing I was a girl, but grateful for this opportunity and excited to have me as one of her daughters. They both hugged me together and cried. I couldn’t believe just how big of a gift this actually was to them. 

After a good cry and lots of appreciative thanks, the excitement quickly overtook them and Emma rushed off to her room to see what I could wear. I’m very skinny for a boy, and I'm not that tall either, only 5’6”. My mother was wiser and came out with a measuring tape to take my measurements to see if id even fit. It wasn’t very rewarding to hear we were both the exact same size, a woman’s small. Emma was overjoyed with the news that everything in her huge walk in closet was game. She hardly knew where to start. My mom suggested that we start with “her” makeup and hair, and then have fun seeing which outfits we would like to see “her” in. My mom and Emma both seemed so excited, and all too natura,l to start calling me female pronouns, almost as if they had been doing it behind my back for years. 

Emma thought my Mom's idea was a great one, and they started to look for makeup inspiration. Emma commanded me to, in the meantime, go take a shower in her bathroom and use her soap and to shave off everything below my eyelashes. I felt like that was little too much for this one day, but I didn’t want to start this off by arguing against it, so I did what she commanded. I hardly had any body hair, mostly just a little in my armpits and my pubs, and some peach fuzz on my arms and legs. I wasn’t a hairy guy at all. So there wasn’t a lot of work to do. It did feel weird being completely hairless though. I dried myself off with Emmas' big fluffy light pink towels and felt kind of weird drying off my smooth skin. I looked at myself naked and hairless in her full-length mirror. I hadn’t seen my naked body like this before. I didn’t have a full-length mirror in my bathroom. I wasn’t very excited by what I saw. Maybe it was just because I had just shaved my whole body, or maybe because I smelled strongly like a girl, or maybe because I was in such a girly-looking light pink bathroom, but what I was seeing made me think I might regret this decision to be their doll. Staring back at me in the mirror was a long bond hair, tiny waist, hour-glass figure, no boobs, big hips, big ass, tiny little microndick, trans looking girl. My heart sank. I didn’t think I looked this way!!

I looked down at my dick, from this angel it didn’t look that small, not big or anything, but in the mirror it looked like it was just this little nub. And I had no idea I had such girly hips! I had almost no muscle tone, which didn’t help me either. I wrapped the towel around me and headed back into Emma's room. My mother and Emma were in a frenzy getting the makeup out and all the outfits they wanted to see me in. When they noticed my arrival, my mother expressed how me in a towel simply won’t do, that I needed to go put on one of Emmas robes. I just nodded my head and went back into her bathroom and looked in the back of the door at her robe collection. There were some fuzzy long ones, long and short satin ones, as well as long and short sheer ones. As I was looking between them, I head Emmas shout from her room for me to wear the short light pink satin one. It hardly covered past my butt, but the smooth feel of the satin wrapped around my smooth naked body felt amazing. 

I walked out to see the two of them hovering around Emmas' vanity comparing photos of different makeup looks. I stood and waited patiently for them to decide. My mother told me to sit down. I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt like I had made a very bad chose, but it already felt too late to change my mind, they were both so clearly excited about this. They decided on the look and then my mother left to get herself ready for the day and Emma got to work on my makeup. As she worked away, I got a little glimpse of her progress in the mirror, but she had me mostly facing away from it, or closing my eyes weirdly, or making some silly face. I couldn't tell if that was for her internment or because she actually needed me to make that face. I also never saw their reference photos, so I had no idea how I was going to turn out. 

My mother returned, and her makeup was done to the extreme, like she was going on a night out. She looked stunning. She’s always kept great care of her appearance and looked incredibly youthful for her age. Finally, I got to see all the work Emma did on me, and I couldn’t believe my own eyes!! There was no way that sexy blond bombshell staring back at me was me!! I couldn’t ever believe I was a guy!! Emma was very proud of her work, commenting on how pretty I was, and how I was more beautiful than most of the girls she knew. My mom seemed to feel the same way. I didn’t want to agree with them, but I felt like they were right. My mother then got to work on my hair and my nails as Emma did her makeup. She went all out to match my and my mom's appearance. You’d think there were just three girls getting ready to go clubbing or something, but it was only like nine in the morning! Emma seemed to work much faster on herself, then she did on me, and by the time my hair was done, she was almost done with her own makeup. I finished my coffee finally as I waited. I just sat and listened to them talk about how they should dress me. 

Then my mom said that it's hard to tell exactly what they are working with, they had only seen me in silly boy clothes after all. She looked at me and said, “Stand up sweetie, take off your robe, let's see what your body looks like, girl!” I was surprised and shocked by this. I just stared confused, “That's a great idea mom! Let's see, Alexa, what kind of figure you have! It’ll make this decisions so much easier.” Emma chimed in. My voice shook as I nervously replied, “you want to see me, naked?!”  My mother, kind of annoyed of me for even questioning her, “Yes, you heard me, take your robe off. Don’t be so silly about this, I’m your mother. I changed your dippers! And she’s your sister. We are all family here. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I wasn’t sure what to do, but I felt like this was a battle I was going to lose anyway. She was right, we are family. I slowly untied the satin belt and let the robe slide off my shoulders as it fell to the ground. 

My mother and sister gasped loudly at the sight of my naked body. “oh my god” my mother hardly got out from under her breath as she clearly couldn't believe her own eyes. “Holy shit Alexa!! You have like a perfect woman's body!!!” Emma said with both excitement and shock. They then both just stared, stunned and overwhelmed by what they were looking at. Their eyes just moving up and down, studding every inch of me, their mouths hung open in shock. “Turn around, let's see your back side.” My mother hardly got out, the mixture of excitement and shock clear in her voice. I slowly spun around, my face so red from embarrassment I could feel the heat in my cheeks. As I showed them my back, another stunned “oh my god” was let out from both of them. I completed my slow spin with my face looking at the floor, my eyes watering as the tears welled up. I knew why they were so shocked. It's because of how girly my body was, I just never knew it was that bad. 

“Honey, I had no idea, this whole time it was like the universe was answering my dreams! You have one of the most perfect feminine figures I’ve ever seen! I mean your missing some boobs, but that can always be fixed. And your little thing is so incredibly unbelievably small! No one would even notice! Most guys wouldn’t even care you're a boy with how little it is, and how sexy and feminine the rest of your body is! They would be desperate to have a sexy little thing like you!” My mother spoke so quickly as her excitement took over her shock. This energy seemed to be contagious as Emma quickly jumped in. “Oh my god, I can’t believe just how right she is!! Or that I’m jealous of my stepbrother's body!!” I knew that was silly, Emma was one of the prettiest girls I know, and all the guys want to date her, she could literally be a model. “You couldn’t be more girly!! You really are so small, I think some girls' clits might be bigger than that! And why are your balls almost nonexistent? They are like the size of marbles, if even! Oh my god, this day is going to be even more fun than I thought it would be!! Mom, this changes so much about how we thought we would dress her!” Emma and my mother started to talk as they rushed into her closet to pick stuff out, leaving me to stand there desperately trying not to cry from my humiliation and embarrassment.

I tried so hard to contain myself as the experience of what had just happened and what had just been said about me soaked in. Their reactions were far too genuine to be fake, far too shocked and sincere. They really did think I looked like a sexy woman, and apparently, that my dick is so incredibly tiny and my body is the essence of femininity that most men would be happy to overlook the hard to believe fact that I was even a male just to have sex with me. I can’t believe it, I tried so hard to convince myself for years that I was just being silly. That my body didn’t look that feminine, that I did look like a guy. I hid myself in baggy clothes to clear up any thoughts that someone might have about my body being girly. 

“Alexa, here, put these on sweetie.” My mother said, breaking me from my quick spiral into depression by handing me a small black g string thong. I was so numb at the moment I just took them, and without thinking, slipped them up my legs. Emma let out a laugh. ”Oh my god, I can’t even tell you have anything in your panties you're so small!! You were meant to be a girl because there's not a woman on earth who'd want that little thing!” My mother tried to cover up her laughter too. They both just thought it was so funny how much of a failure as a man I was. Emma then pulled out a very tiny black vinyl pleated micro skirt. “How’s this?” She said with an almost wicked smile on her face. My mom, as if reading her mind, knew exactly what she meant. “Yes! You pick out the top, I'll grab the stockings and the heels.!!” The excitement they both shared almost couldn’t be contained as they rushed quickly to complete the outfit.  

My mother handed me a pair of sheer stockings. I knew how to put them on, although I had never actually done it before. I sat down and carefully rolled them up, trying not to tear the delicate fabric with my long fake nails. I slowly rolled them up my legs, taking great care as well. I then tried my best to match the tops and made sure they both looked nice. By the time I had finished, they had assembled the rest of the outfit. Emma motioned to the clothes laid out on her bed. “A sexy fun black vinyl off the shoulder crop top, to match the black vinyl sexy flirtatious skirt. Its perfect skirt for you because its very, very “MICRO”, just like you!” Emma and my mom both laughed at that. “And to top it off, these perfect six inch black patient leather “fuck me” pumps!” This caused them to both giggle again. 

I already felt defeated, and just wanted to get this over with. I angrily grabbed the top. I immediately loved the feeling of the smooth vinyl in my hands. I slid on the top and as soon as I got it on Emma walked over and shoved two pieces of silicon into the top. It looked like I had small boobs! “What is that?” I asked, confused as to why she had this. “Sometimes you want the girls to seem a little bit larger, you stuff this in the bottom of your bra and no one knows! But they'll turn your no cup into a B cup! Your girly figure is even more complete!!” She said with pride in her voice. My mom thought that was a very nice touch. I sighed, I had no fight in me, and dreaded making this even worse as I slid the skirt on and zipped it up. It hardly covered the front of me, and only covered two thirds of my butt. “Oh my god your ass is so big and perky the skirt can’t even cover it! How do guys not hit on you every day with a booty that fuckable?” They both laughed again. My face red with embarrassment again, I slipped on the pumps and stood there feeling ridiculous, vulnerable, humiliated, and terrified about how well I resembled a sexy slutty girl that most men would fantasize about. 

Then I noticed my mother and Emma had their phones out!! “Wait, are you taking pictures?!” I was horrified at the thought of any proof of this existing. “No sweetie, I’m filming this whole thing! This is just too precious to miss!” My mom said, smiling “I’m the one taking pictures! Hey, that’s a great idea! Let's have a photo shoot!!” Emma said with such excitement. “No please! I don’t want anyone to see this!” I desperately tried to plead to them. But they clearly didn’t care. “To bad girly! Start posing!” Emma shot back as she then started commanding me into poses that a girl would make in sexually suggestive ways. My mother continued to film. I looked down at myself as I reluctantly posed for them. I couldn’t see a single hint of masculinity. I hoped so desperately that this would had gone differently. That they would had dressed me up, saw how ridiculous I looked, and then moved on. But when Emma showed me some of the photos she took of me and I saw that the girl in the photos was the exact type of girl I would have touched myself too, I knew this was far far from over. 

They picked out more outfits for me to model and take photos in. They were either something slutty a girl would wear to attract the attention of a guy, or ultra feminine outfits that only the most girl girls would wear, or some combination of both. This went on for hours. Finally, around one thirty, they decided to take a break and asked me to go make them both an iced coffee. They instructed that I stay dressed how I was. My pink vinyl pleaser adore snadels clicked on the tile floors as I worked. My white stockings with a light pink bow at the top were held up by the white garter belt lingerie set I was wearing. My tight light pink micro leather skirt that hardly covered my butt. It was hard to lean over or breathe from the very tight white leather corset they had wrapped around my torso. I felt so ridiculous because I was so aware how girly and sexy I looked. 

When I returned, they had a new outfit laid out on the bed. A pair of five inch chunky heel black vinyl booties, red vinyl pants, a tight sheer white long sleeve crop top with a plain black pushup bra to wear underneath and a cropped leather jacket with fur trim. Emma was going through her closet picking out more clothes. My mom was on her phone. When I entered, she stood and took the coffee from me. “Wow, that outfit really suits you!" She said with a sparkle in her eye. "Thank you my little princess, I love you so much more as my daughter! Now be a good girl and go put on your new outfit, I’m going to go get ready too.” She said as she walked out of the room. “Get ready for what?” I yelled out to her but she didn't respond. Emma emerged from her closet half dressed, she took her coffee from me, as she turned to reenter her closet she casually said, “To go to the mall of course princess! Were going shopping!” “What!!??!!” I blurted out as fear washed over me. “You heard me girl! Go get dressed!” Emma responded with no empathy for me. 

“No way! I can’t go to the mall looking like this!!” I started to panic. “I don’t want you to go the the mall looking like this!” Emma  turned around quickly with anger in her eyes and yelled as she gestured up and down my outfit. “You look like a total slut! No, I want you to go to the mall looking like that!” She pointed to the outfit on her bed. “You said that you would do whatever I asked! You weren’t lying to me, were you?? Are you really going to ruin the best Christmas present I’ve ever received? Or the best present moms ever received?” She said sternly. I was quiet and afraid. I also felt guilty, but I didn't want to be seen by anyone I knew. “But what if someone recognizes me?” I shyly spoke. “Girl, I don’t even recognize you! There is no way anyone else could! Not go get dressed!” Emma turned and went back into her closet, and with that, the conversation was over. I hesitated, but I knew I really didn’t have much of a chose. I couldn’t untie the corset with my long nails and Emma had to help me. 

I felt so nervous as I sat in the car on our way to the mall. Emma sat in the front seat and kept taking selfies of herself, my mom driving, with me in the back. I noticed she was posting them to her story on Insta. “You're not posting that are you?!” I said, the fear clear in my voice. “Yeah, but I never said it was you, I only said that I was on a girls trip to the mall with the fam.” She said like it was no big deal. “Stop fighting girls. Alexa, leave Emma alone, she can post whatever she wants. Besides, we're almost at the mall, and girls don’t fight at the mall. Do you understand a little miss?”she said sternly as she looked at me in the rear view mirror. “Yes.” I said, upset and defeated.  “Good girl.” She said with a smile clearly pleased with how girly and obedient I was being.

The mall was, of course, super busy with all the holiday shopping people were doing, so we had to park pretty far from the entrance to the mall. My heart was racing as I got out of the car and a shiver ran up my back as the cold winter air hit my exposed mid drift. As we walked the long way through the parking lot, the sound of all of our heels clicking echoed loudly, calling for the attention of everyone nearby. Right away I noticed some guy just staring at us. I was completely humiliated. I can’t believe it, but I was really hoping Emma was right that no one would recognize me as a man. That would be more embarrassing than people just thinking I was a slutty girl. I did notice that both Emma and my mom had done their makeup to match mine in its intensity and very “extra” nature, their outfits were cute and trendy, but didn’t call for the same amount of attention as the outfit they put me in. My mom whispered to me “sway your hips a little more sweetie, really move them more, let your whole body get pulled along by your hips.” 

I did as I was told, but out of spite I tried to completely over dramatize it. I felt completely ridiculous and was sure my mom would tell me to knock it off and tone it down, but instead she seemed to love it. “Perfect job sweetie! That’s mom’s good little girl! Don’t you dare walk any differently this entire time, or you’ll only be wearing g string thongs and short skirts for the rest of your life! Do you understand?” her intensity showed that she was serious. “Yes mom.”  I was scared by her threat, she really meant it. As we got close to the doors to the mall there were tons of people around already, just coming and going, but all the people were staring at us as they went on their way. I saw a group of boys I knew from high school who had picked on me and, unfortunately, one of them saw me looking at them, and he must have thought I was checking him out or something because he smiled in a creepy way and winked at me as he said. “Hey babygirl, what are you doing later? You want a BIG Christmas gift?” His budds laughed as they stared at me, this lust clear in their eyes. I looked at the ground to hide how embarrassed I was. But I was thankful that he clearly didn’t recognize me. 

Both Emma and my mother thought it was entertaining for me to get hit on. “Why don’t you blow him a kiss Alexa!” Emma teased me. “No!” I tried to get out under my breath. “Alexa, you said you’d be Emmas' doll and do whatever she said, now follow through on your Christmas gift and blow those strong good looking boys a very flirtatious kiss.” My heart beating so fast as I realized just how screwed I was. I had no pride left to swallow, so I did as I was told and blew them a kiss in a very dramatic gesture. My mom and Emma both giggled as we walked past them and entered the mall. My life was never going to be the same after this.   

Our first stop was one of the first stores we came across. It was clearly a woman’s only store that seemed to only carry trendy clothes. Emma and my mom were both so excited, and they immediately got straight into shopping, looking at the clothes with such judgment and speed that you’d think it was their job. I just followed along next to them as they constantly held up one idem to me after another, both quickly gathering a small group of clothes. Emma looked at me, and noticed I had nothing, and was doing nothing. “Look sis, you’ve been on enough shopping trips with us to know how this works. It's just this time it's YOU we are shopping for. Now get to it and start looking for things you think are cute, trendy, or sexy. If it's not one of those three, move on. If it is, hold onto it, then you’ll go try them on. Let's work fast, this is only our first stop, and we only have a few more hours before the mall closes!” She then got right back to rifling through the racks of clothes. 

She was right, I had been dragged along on these shopping trips my whole life, I knew most of the stores, I knew the “mission” of each trip. This time we were looking for trendy, cute, or sexy. Sometimes it's classy, or timeless, conservative, comfy, athletic, etc. I sighed as I accepted my task and got to work. It was actually helpful to keep my mind occupied instead of constantly worrying about what people were thinking of me, and why they were staring at me. Was it because they thought I was a super pretty girl? Or did they think I was some weird boy dressed as a girl? Neither made me feel good. But that all faded as I looked through the clothes. It was familiar and comforting. Before too long, the three of us had covered every inch of that store and met up at the dressing rooms, each with a dozen or so items. 

“In you go sweetie! Remember we want to see every piece.” My mom commanded as she gestured to the changing room. I tried on one thing after another. Each time I came out and did a little modeling for them. They would have me turn around, and then judge it yes or no. My mom took the yeses once I had gotten them off and Emma took the no’s. Once I was finally back out in the clothes in the clothes I came in with, Emma was the only one waiting for me. “Where’s mom?” Emma started off walking as I rushed to fallow. “She’s at the register buying your new clothes silly!” She was walking so fast that I was struggling in my high heels to keep up as we waved our way through the store avoiding other shoppers and displays. “What do you mean my new clothes?!” I shouted back as I tried my best to keep up. 

We exited the store to find my mother standing waiting for us with a shopping bag in her hand. As soon as we got to my mom, she took off, walking to the next store at a quick pace. Emma kept up just fine, but I felt like I could fall at any moment at that speed. Swaying my hips like my mother demanded was not the fastest way to walk. I repeated myself this time so they both could hear me. “What do you mean buying MY new clothes?!” the nervousness in my voice was clear. “What don’t you understand about that statement?” Emma replied as they were quickly getting farther away from me. I couldn’t go their pace and my mind was running so fast. Why would they be buying me girls clothes?? This is just for one day!? Just then, a slap on my ass brought me back to reality and I looked at the tall black guy who was clearly the only one close enough to do that. Even in my heels he towered over me. He just gave me a wink and said, “Hey baby girl.” In his deep voice. I was immediately filled with fear at the vulnerable nature I was in and wished I didn't look like a sexy girl or was forced to dress and walk like a slut. 

Not knowing how to respond to this, “Hi.” I hardly squeezed out as I tried to walk away as quickly as I could. Emma and my mom noticed the whole thing, and they thought it was so funny as they giggled entering the next store. It was there that I finally caught back up to them. “ I don’t understand why we're buying ME clothes? This was just for today! And that's almost over!” I was frantic and overwhelmed by everything going on. “One day? I didn’t see a time frame anywhere on the card you wrote. Besides, you're too perfect of a girl for this to just be one day!” Emma said, so matter of fact. My mother then said coldly“Emmas' right Alexa. You're the second daughter I've always wanted, and the sister Emma deserves. So, if you are going to continue to live at my house rent free and have me pay for everything, then you will do so as my daughter. Full time. Every second, of every day. No exceptions. If you want to be a silly little pathetic boy that no girl would ever want, then you will move out and pay your own way through life. But you will be written out of my will, and you will receive no help from me either. Now you can have the rest of the day to think about this. But in the meantime, you will help us shop and enjoy the rest of our Christmas gift. And if you decide to leave us tonight, then these clothes Emma can wear, so there’s nothing lost there. Now go shop.” 

She then went right back to shopping, as if she didn’t just tell me that I'll either live the rest of my life as a girl or be forced to not be a part of the family anymore. Well, now I had this crazy thing in my mind as I tried to shop. It was not easy with my mind racing, and I was much slower. I was completely numb as I went through the rest of the day. Going from store to store, looking at a bunch of clothes, then trying them on, then buying more. As the bags grew in numbers in our hands, I just grew more numb, almost on autopilot, hardly able to think, and only had simple short responses. My mom and Emma seemed to be loving this whole day, however. Once the bags got too many for us to carry, we walked back to the car to drop them off, then headed back inside the mall to now shop on the second story.

 As we took the escalator up, Emma snapped another picture of me. “Oh my god I love this so much!!” Emma said, letting out a little scream of joy as she took my photo of me.“I can not believe just how right I was about you Alexa!! Your body is so girly!! No one would ever know you're actually a boy!! I can’t believe I have my own life size doll!! This is my new favorite Christmas gift I could ever get!!” She continued, not even trying to hide her joy. Once we got to the top, she stopped me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel just how happy she was. I wonder if she could feel the emotional battle I was experiencing. I looked at my mother, and I saw a pure joy on her face I had never seen before. She was clearly cherishing every single moment of this. As soon as Emma stopped hugging me, my mother did. She then held my face with such warmth and joy in her voice. “You truly are beautiful, and no matter what, I’ll always be proud that you're my child.” She then started to tear up at little and walked off to the next store. None of this helped me fight the battle I was expiring in my heart. I didn’t want to be a girl! But I also love my mom and Emma, and they seem so much happier with me as a girl. Plus, my mom has so much money, I would probably never have to work a day in my life.

As we approached yet another store my heart broke even more. I didn’t even know it could get even worse than it was. A voice spoke loudly behind me “Hey “Alexa”!! Damn, you sure look good girl!!” I recognized it immediately as Becka. My face turned bright red, and I was frozen in place. I was too terrified to face her. Emma was next to me and turned to her super excited. I slowly turned as the two girls greeted each other. “Becka you made it!!” Emma seemed so happy and cheerful. “Of course! I got your message and I had to come see this girl! I have to say, Emma, you under sold just how pretty she is!!” Becka couldn’t take her eyes off of me. “Wow, I really am stunned! You are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen!! I can not believe that you’re the same person! Girl, I always knew you were a gay little slut deep down!! You are going to be able to get as many guys as you want with that perky ass, little waist, and big dick sucking lips!! I am so excited to have a new girl in our group!! But I need to be honest, I always saw you as a girl anyway, you were just too feminine for anyone to see you as a boy. And now that I see you all dolled up, I can't blame Emma and your mom for keeping you this way, it would be a true crime to the world to keep this girl disguised as a boy for even one more day!!” Becka was truly so excited and couldn’t get over just how girly I looked. 

She got right into shopping with us as the conversation about my future took place between the three girls. I just listened to them figure out my own fate as I looked for girly clothes that I'd be forced to wear in this future. They talked about wardrobes, room decorations, going back to school as a girl, workout routines. They even went as far as me taking HRT, getting a boob job, getting castrated or permanently locked in a flat chastity, and dating men. Dating a lot of men. That part Becka and Emma seemed extra excited about, it made them giggle a lot. My mom even seemed supportive of all of their ideas. I was not allowed to object, it was their decision to make, and I was just to listen to them figure out the exact terms of conditions if I was to stay a part of this family. I was terrified at what I was hearing. As we shopped, every time the girls noticed a man checking me out, they made me do something to further humiliate me as they had me flirt subtly with each of them. They had me blow kisses, wink, check out the guy back, shake my ass at him or bend over to show him my ass. They thought it was so entertaining. 

As we finished up at the last store, I was thankful for this trip to the mall to finally be over, so we could go home, and I can try and move on from this day. We had bought so many clothes, lingerie, makeup, purses, and shoes, none of which, by the way, were less than a four inch heel! Becka helped us carry all the bags back to our car. There were so many bags that they took up so much space that I could hardly even sit in the back seat. My mom drove us to go have dinner as her and Emma talked. Becka was going to meet us where we were going. I had no idea where that was, but to be honest, my feet hurt so bad that I didn’t even care, I was just so glad to finally be sitting down. 

We pulled up to what looked like some kind of sports bar, I noticed it was full of drunk men, and my heart sank. My nightmare was far from over. Emma had me touch up my makeup and add even more lip gloss. As we got out of the car, my mother reminded me how she wanted me to walk, and I felt like a piece of meat, dressed like a slut, being forced to walk like a slut, into the lions' den. My heart was beating so fast as our heels clicked away as we entered the bar. These four glammed up girls called for the attention of everyone as soon as we walked in the door. All the men and what little women there were immediately checked us out. I was again wishing I wasn’t the slutiest dressed one. The men couldn’t seem to stop staring at me as we waited by the door to be seated. 

This very pretty hostess showed up after a short time. “Well, don’t you four ladies look stunning! Be careful with the men here, they can come on pretty strong. Especially you sweetie, your outfits is tots cute, but the guys here might like it a little too much if you know what I mean?” She said cheerfully as she winked at me. “Don’t worry, that’s why we’re here, and that’s why she’s dressed this way, this girl needs some action!” Emma said, excited about the news. “This bitch wants to be near some hot studs who will defiantly hit on her! She needs a little self-esteem boost! A reminder that men want her. “ Becka chimed in. The hostess giggled “Well, in that case, I know just where to put you! The men are going to be all over you!” “Perfect! Let’s get this slutty princess some big dick to suck on!” Becka said kind of loudly so some of the guys nearby heard. She leaned in and whispered to me,"Don’t worry, I’m going to make your gay fantasies finally come true! I think it's so hot helping hook up two guys! Or even more! It's one of my favorite hobbies! And you are so fucking sexy even straight guys would want to use your girly little body!” I was completely humiliated, I didn’t want this!

 We followed her to the table, which was quite tall, more like a mini bar, that was in the center of the place. We sat on tall bar stools, so guys could check us out from every angle of the bar. If I looked anywhere but the menu, the table, or the girls, all I saw was men checking me out. It was terrifying! Especially now that I know Emmas' and Beckas' true intentions! My mom seemed to even encourage their behavior. I was screwed and had no help from anyone. I had no appetite even though we hadn’t eaten all day. I was happy to be sitting again though. How do girls wear heels all day? I guess that’s why less and less do now these days. The waitress showed up and took our order. My mother got a cocktail, the rest of us us just got water, and we all decided to get salads. As soon as she left, the guys started coming up. Sure they tried to seem casual, just passing by or something, but they all wanted to stop and talk to me. Emma made me give out my insta to all of them. That way they could all dm me. Several of them would even touch me. Putting their hand on the small of my back or even right on my ass as they spoke to me. 

I tried so hard not to totally freak out and run away, but I think they thought my disinterest was just me playing hard to get. The more I tried to blow them off, the more aggressive they would be and the longer they would stick around. I learned that if I wanted to get rid of them quickly, I should just comply and give them my info, and they would then leave. By the time we had finished and left the bar, my ass had been slapped ten times, patted twelve, grabbed over twenty, and I had given out my info to over thirty guys. Emma and Becka also got hit on and gave out their info too, but they didn’t get quite the attention I got. My mom even got hit on a handful of times, but she just told them she was happily married to a man with a huge cock. That seemed to turn the guys down real quick. 

I was the first one out the door and let me tell you I sure was thankful to have that be over. Becka was going to meet us back at our house. I just wanted this day to be over! By the time we had gotten home, I was so tired, I was emotionally drained by this day. It didn’t go how I thought it would have at all. The girls took as many bags as they could and headed right for my room. I grabbed all that I could and hesitated to follow them to my room. My mind was racing with every step. Do I really want this to be my future? Do I really want to continue life as a girl in exchange for their support and money? I knew just how expensive everything was and how underpaid most people are. I wasn’t sure if I could do that on my own. 

The girls dropped off the bags in my room and Emma started rummaging through them as my mom and Becka left to go get more bags. Emma pulled out some clothes and a shoe box, “Go put this on princess, and touch up your lips too.” She commanded as she handed the items to me on her way out the door. I took the outfit and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, still not recognizing the reflection of the pretty girl looking back at me as myself. I took my time and carefully reapplied the lip liner, lipstick, and then the lip gloss to recreate the look that Emma had made on me. I then undressed myself, carefully folded Emma's clothes in a nice pile. I took the black leather halter top she had picked and put it on. I put the silicon inserts back in to make it look like I had small boobs. I knew that’s what Emma wanted. Then I slipped on the black leather micro circle skirt. It was so short it couldn’t even cover all of my butt, a small amount was peeking out from the bottom. I opened the shoe box and pulled out the thigh high black leather high heel boots and zipped them up. I was so broken, looking down at myself and seeing the girly body dressed like a slut, the exact thing I would jerk off too. I was any and wet dream. Could I really accept this as my life?? 

I exited my bathroom to find that the girls had brought up the rest of the bags and were just finishing taking all of my clothes from my closet and putting them in a pile by the door. As my mom handed Emma the last item, I noticed her taking a pair of sizers and cutting them so they could never be worn again. A wicked smile came across her face as she noticed the shock and realization of what they had done set in and became visible. “What- what did you do!?” I was frantic as I rushed to check my dresser, it was completely empty, so was the closet. “Mom gave you a chose to make. These are your new clothes.” Emma said, gesturing to the large amount if bags on the floor and the outfit I was wearing. “You can either accept and be her new daughter, and my sister, or you can leave and be completely on your own. But she paid for these boy clothes, they’re hers, not yours. Same with the car you’re allowed to drive, the phone you use or anything else really!” My mouth just hung open in shock as I listened to Emma speak. My mother walked up and stood behind her, clearly supporting what she was saying.

“So you can either help us put YOUR new clothes away in YOUR new cute little outfit. Or you can leave. Right now. Without wearing MY new cute little outfit. But I’m not that mean. As a going away gift I'll let you keep that g string and the makeup you’re wearing, so you’re not completely naked. But that will be all that you own, that will be the only thing in the whole world to your name. It seems the least I can do, since I won't ever see you again.” her evil smile grew, and was matched by my mother behind her. They knew they had me cornered. I had no choice but to agree. “So what will it be “Alexa”? Are you going to be a good girl? Or a homeless girly boy with nothing but a thong?” My mom added sternly, upset with my quite stalling. “I’m sure the police won’t like that, but I’m sure the men in prison would LOVE that!” Becka snickered. She was clearly enjoying this. 

With my head hung low and tears filled my eyes, I tried to speak, but I couldn’t even get a single word out. My whole world had crumbled, and I had no choice but to accept my life long, never ending imprisonment in femininity. I opened my mouth to speak, the girls clearly waiting with anticipation for my response, but I couldn’t even make a sound. I couldn’t verbally admit my fate as a girl. Instead, I hung my head, and whipped the tears from my eyes as carefully as I could to not ruin my makeup. I slowly started to walk, the girls clearly confused by my actions, but it all became clear as I slowly reached down and grabbed a short little vinyl dress from one of the bags and walked into the closet to hang it up. “Good choice.” Emma said, as my mother and Becka agreed. They all laughed, very pleased with themselves for the destruction of the rest of my male life. They then started to help by grabbing items and taking them into the closet to be hung. I tried my best not to completely cry as the girls talked about how excited they were about my chose. Becka loved teasing me about my future, and all the men that Emma and her were going to make me please. She loved rubbing that in. 

Once we finished putting everything away, the girls decided it was very late, and they thought it was time for bed. They both wished me goodnight as my mom and Emma left for their rooms to go to bed. Becka went into her purse and pulled out a long box. “Practice up girl, Emma and I are taking you out for a party on New Years. We expect you to be a complete expert with your mouth, so you won't embarrass us by then. I know you'll have fun!” She said with a wink as she left my room. I opened it up and pulled out a huge ten inch realistic dildo. Once she closed my door and I was finally left alone, I started to cry uncontrollably as I collapsed to my knees in tears with the dildo sill in my hands. I knew I had to do this. I didn't want to, but I had to be a good girl. I had to be a good little slutty girl for the rest of my life. 

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

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Christmas Eve At Papa Mav’s | H.C

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Merry Christmas Eve, my babes! I hope you all have a great holiday and be safe! I love you! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 🎄❄️🎁🎅🏼☃️

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You and Bradley were sitting in the living area. The smell of gingerbread cookies filled the house. You were baking some to bring to Mav’s house. The only light was coming from all the Christmas decor around the house. It was quiet because Leia and Gunner were down for bed. 

Bradley’s Christmas playlist was playing, Jingle Bell Rock by Bobby Helms, was playing. Bradley was singing his own version of it to make you laugh, “Stroke on my, Lick on my, Suck on my cock.” He looked at you and looked at his cock. He wiggled his brows and chuckled. 

You shook your head, “Bradley Bradshaw we have a task at hand and we cannot be distracted.” You giggled and blushed. 

Bradley was throwing everything into bags. “Sweetheart, I can’t wrap for the life of me. Everything is going into a bag.” He picked up a mug you got for Mav that read “#1 Papa.” He looked at it and threw it into a bag.

You laughed as you wrapped a box of clothes for Amelia. “That’s okay, Brad. We need to have a variety of present anyways.” You tied a bow onto the wrapped gift and handed it to Bradley. He placed it in the present sac he bought. 

After wrapping their gifts, you and Bradley started to work on the ones for the squad. You all did secret Santa for each other. You had Coyote for your secret Santa and Bradley had Hangman. (Of course he did LOL)

You wrapped your gift for Coyote and Bradley struggled to wrap his for Hangman. You watched as he tried to figure out how to fold the paper. He had the tip of his tongue pressed against his top lip. His brows were furrowed and he was looking intensely at the wrapping paper. He tried to fold it a couple of ways and shook his head when it didn’t look right. He started to chew on his bottom lip. 

You giggled and bit your lip when you started to laugh a little too loud. He looked up at you raising his brows and pushing his lips together. he made eye contact with you and chuckled. “Have you been watching me struggle, baby?” 

You started to giggle more, “I have. Your concentration face is the cutest.” He laughed and shook his head, “You mean my frustration face? Baby, can you just wrap it for me? He is going to make fun of my wrapping.” He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

Instead you went over to him and showed him how to wrap the gift. the wrapping paper was super crinkled from all Bradley’s failed attempts. 

The next day, your little family got ready and loaded the car with all the gifts and goodies for Mav’s house. You wore a long sleeve burgundy velvet jumpsuit that had a cute bow on your stomach. Leia wore a black turtle neck with a burgundy velvet overall dress. Gunner had a burgundy velvet boy tie. Bradley wore black dress pants and a burgundy lose flowing velvet button up shirt. 

When you all arrived at Mav’s hangar it was all decorated. Outside was a welcome to the North Pole arch way. He had some lit up reindeers and a sleigh outside of the doors. When you all walked in there was a huge tree in the middle of his hangar. It was full of aviation decor. It was beautiful. There were lights hanging all over the hangar. His mustang was decorated with wreaths and garlands. There was a prop Santa and Snowman sitting in the seats of his plane. 

“Penny and Mav really out did it this year, Bradley.” You leaned into him and whispered. He chuckled, “Maybe they should host Christmas for everyone instead of us? Huh?” He laughed and looked around. 

Mav and Penny came out in matching ugly sweaters. They looked so cute. Leia ran to Mav. “PAPA! PENNY!” She crashed into them and smiled. “You both smell like gingerbread.” Mav laughed and patted her head, “We are making cookies, little Jedi.” 

Mav and Penny helped you and Bradley by taking some of the gifts from your hold. They placed them under the tree with all the other gifts. Mav called over Amelia and Leia. “Amelia, why don’t you give your present to Leia so she can put it up?” Mav smiled at her.

Amelia gave Leia a little bag. Leia smiled big as she opened it. Inside were ornaments. One was Princess Leia in a fighting stance with her light saber, another was a picture of you and Bradley when you were in university in a snowflake, an F-14 Tom Cat ornament, and a doggy paw frame with a picture of Leia and Gunner in it. Leia squealed.

“Do you want to put them on the tree, Leia?” Amelia smiled at Leia. Leia started to jump up and down as she nodded. You and Bradley watched as her and Amelia placed the ornaments onto Mav’s tree. 

Mav looked at the both of you and smiled, “So do you want to open presents now or later?” He looked at his watch. Leia screamed yes from across the hangar. Mav laughed, “I guess it is present time.” He winked at you and Bradley. Mav started to play some Christmas music while you all started to get ready for opening gifts. 

You started to hand out gifts to every one from you and Bradley. Bradley looked around the tree and looked for a gift he got for Mav. He found it and went over to Mav. “This is from me to you.” He smiled at Mav. Right before Mav could grab it Bradley held it above his head and started to laugh. “JUMP MAV!” Mav started to jump and tried to get out out of his hands. Bradley finally gave in.

Mav opened his gift. You all watched as he opened it. His expression went soft as he removed the tissue paper. It was a multiple frame collage. It had pictures of Goose and Mav together, Mav and Bradley when he was a kid, and pictures of Mav and Leia. On the bottom of the frame, “The world’s best Papa” was etched into it. Mav held it up and looked at all the pictures.  He got up and hugged Bradley. “This is the best thing I could ever get.” He cried and hugged Bradley.

Penny and Mav spoiled Leia for Christmas. They got her a battery powered Jeep she could drive around in, a battery powered jet she could drive around, Mav bought her her own aviators that had “Vapor” engraved on them, clothes, toys, and more lego sets that were Star Wars themed for her to build. 

After everyone opened their gifts, Mav looked over at you and Bradley. “I was really hoping for Christmas I was going to be opening a box that had a onesie in it.” You and Bradley looked at each other confused. “Can you guys just have more kids? I need more grandchildren I can spoil.” Mav laughed. 

Later on that night, you all made and decorated gingerbread houses together as Mav played The Santa Claus on a projector. 

Before the house could be finished, Bradley and Leia were eating it. By the end of it, you didn’t have a roof nor gingerbread people. Bradley grabbed the remaining frosting and tilted Leia’s head back. “Open up, Vapor girl!” He squished some into her mouth. He sucked the rest out of the packet. 

After the gingerbreads, there was no clean up. You all had eaten the gingerbread houses.

By the end of the night, Bradley was asleep on the couch with Leia asleep on his chest. He had his mouth slightly open and snoring. He had his arm wrapped around Leia and the other falling off the couch. You looked at your sleepy babies and smiled. You kissed both of them and threw a blanket over them. 

Mav came over and threw his arms around your shoulders, “One more gift.” He handed you one more little box. You looked at him and furrowed your brows. “Another gift for me?” You giggled. Mav nodded.

You opened the box it was a little gold locket necklace. On the front of it “Always in my heart” was engraved on it. When you opened it, one side was a picture of your mom and dad the other was a picture of Bradley and Leia. You gasped. “Mav…”

You looked at him and hugged him, “Thank you so much Mav. I love it so much.” He hugged you tight, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Look at the back of it.” 

You closed the locket and turned the heart over. Engraved on the back, “We love you. - Mav and Penny” You held it close to your heart and a tear fell from your eye. 

“We are all always with you, y/n.” He smiled and rubbed your arms. “Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” 

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A little present for Christmas Eve, I hope you all enjoyed this little H.C at Mav’s hangar. Happy holidays! Muah! 🫶🏼 See you tomorrow for Christmas 🎁🎄❄️🥰

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IN YOUR LAP OF LUXURY – S. HARRINGTON HEADCANONS

𖥻 pairing: old money!steve harrington x fem!reader. 𖥻 warnings: no mentions of y/n (finally!), allusions to sex/suggestiveness. not proofread - we die like men here.

💭 liv's thoughts: i'm back!!! and decided to start with this yummy concept that is very dear to me, so feel free to talk to me about old money!steve bc he owns my heart rn. i would also like to dedicate this one to @oncasette and @fleurfairie <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

♡ㆍIf you think Steve's a bit irresponsible when spending money, you should see how this boy gets when he starts dating you. 

♡ㆍI swear that in less than two weeks of dating, Steve is planning on buying you a car, and will even take you to the dealership so you can choose your favorite vintage Cadillac – then you'd have to take your time convincing him that you do not, in fact, need a new car. He gets really grumpy. 

♡ㆍNeedless to say that his love language is giving gifts. So, even though you might think he's only spending money because he can, Steve only does it because he adores you. 

♡ㆍAnd because he is absolutely obsessed with your reaction every time he gifts you anything. There's no one in the world who would make him feel butterflies just by smiling brightly in his direction. 

♡ㆍThis means that his credit card would either get put on hold or be limited by his dad – only because his old man is terrified of Steve spending all of their family's money on you. Which might sound a bit unreal, but it could totally happen, trust me. 

♡ㆍEven when Steve wasn't dating you and you'd just hang out as friends, he would take you shopping for that cute top you saw weeks before but didn't get the chance to buy. 

♡ㆍAnd I would also like to say that Steve remembers everything. Like, you may offhandedly comment that you liked one of Brooke Shields's jeans, and next thing you know, Steve already ordered at least five of them. 

♡ㆍ“But baby, you said you liked 'em! Of course you'll need more than one… if one of them rips, then you'll have another one to use”, he'd explain to you like it was the most natural thing ever. 

♡ㆍ And don't even get me started on how he would make you try on almost every single item in a clothing store and buy you almost all of them. 

♡ㆍMan, when the sellers see him enter their stores it's like Christmas; they always receive you both with the biggest smile on their faces – partly because of the year-worth commission they would receive in only one day and because of the ginormous tip Steve would leave them.

♡ㆍThey're not so pleased when they hear the not-so-subtle moans that come out of the dressing booth. 

♡ㆍIt's always a bit awkward when you both stand in front of the cashier. But hey! At least Steve would tip a $50 dollar bill. 

♡ㆍSince being a poor ol' rich boy also comes with its cons, Steve would have to go to those fancy parties almost weekly. Friends of friends of his parent's friends, you know? 

♡ㆍAt least it would serve as an excuse for Steve to buy you new party dresses. And let me tell you: he lives for assembling a good outfit. 

♡ㆍHe would literally help you pick everything from your head to your toe. Hair accessories, nail polish and design, gold necklaces, fancy shoes…

♡ㆍAnd he'd always make sure that you're wearing his 'S' necklace – in fact, he got you that in both silver and gold.

♡ㆍBut anyway… Steve loves bringing you to those parties because now, at least, he has a company that he actually enjoys. And it also means that he can talk shit about people to you. 

♡ㆍLuckily for you, he would know about everybody's business. And I mean it! 

♡ㆍ “See that girl over there?” he discreetly points out to a blonde girl who's fixing her dress by the corner of the room, “She's going out with her best friend's dad”. 

♡ㆍ“Hey, baby, look to this guy behind me”, Steve leans down to whisper, “Not like that! Now he totally knows we're talking about him”. 

♡ㆍIf you excuse me for a minute, I would really like to talk about Steve's pet names for you because I literally cannot stop thinking about it: 

♡ㆍWe'd start off with our very casual but still extremely sweet baby. It's almost second nature for Steve to call you that… in fact, he's been calling you that even before you were officially going out together. 

♡ㆍThen, he literally never misses when he calls you princess, though I can totally see that happening in more intimate and domestic moments between the two of you. Like, when he shows you the new top he just got you and is passionately being kissed all over by you, Steve would just start laughing and say, “thank you, princess. Now, go try it on, will you?”, with the softest blush on his cheeks.

♡ㆍBut you seriously cannot look me in the eye and say that he wouldn't call you baby doll. I'm sorry but that's just so real that it hurts to even deny it. Again, another one of those pet names that Steve saves only for the two of you and your endearing moments together – especially when he gets to help you with your outfits.

♡ㆍAnd last but not less important, the rare lover that he would just randomly throw around like it doesn't affect you at all. He's just extremely evil like that. For example, every time he needs you to grab something for him, it's always something like, “lover, can you pass me the salt, please?” and you have to contain a lovesick sigh as you're passing the small glass over to him. 

♡ㆍSince you were the one who introduced them to the kids, he might as well be considered more than their babysitter but the campaigner of their get-togethers. 

♡ㆍWhich means that, at least, once every month he'd invite the kids (and Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and Robin) to what he calls "Harrington Marathon" – he's the only one to call it that, by the way. So he'd rent almost twenty movies because he simply "doesn't know what everybody likes" (knowing damn well what every single one of them like), and buy the most unhealthy snacks and drinks so that you all could watch movies until the sun rises.

♡ㆍHe would even go as far as buying the most cutting-edge VHS player, television, and sound system so that you could enjoy an almost cinema-like experience. His plan is always ruined by Dustin's screams and Eddie's rantings, though. 

♡ㆍNeedless to say that he would also allow the kids to go over to his house so that they could play D&D without having to be interrupted by Mrs. Wheeler's screams. 

♡ㆍAnd he always teams up with you so that you can throw each one of them a birthday party… and Steve goes as far as picking the birthday theme for each one of them because he just gets so excited – Max had a serious conversation with him when she found out that her birthday party theme would be Dig Dug related, but they both settled down for a horror house theme where she could dress up as Michael Myers again. 

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[corroded-queen]

You cannot tell me Ghostface!Eddie wouldn’t be absolutely blasting I Can’t Decide while toying with a bloodied, tied up Jason; his eyes nearly bugging out of his head, aching at all the slices Eddie’s already inflicted.

Eddie would be absolutely giddy, singing into the voice changer, lunging and pulling back right at the last second before the knife could plunge into Jason’s stomach. Jason struggling against the ropes, straining as much as he can while they dig into his skin. He's gagged, spit and blood mixing down his chin.

"What's the matter, Jason? Cat got your tongue?" And he'd laugh, savoring every second that asshole finally got what was coming to him. Finally got it because he was delivering it.

He'd relished killing the others, Andy and Patrick especially, but killing Jason is something different. Something better. Shit, it felt like fucking Christmas getting to watch the knife he took from Jason's own house slice through his skin. The pure hit of adrenaline he got seeing that asshole writhe when he drove it to the handle into his shoulder - just getting to taste a bit of the pain he'd put Eddie, Hellfire, shit - anyone different - through was insane. Better than anything Rick could ever give him to sell.

In the end, Eddie would make Jason think he left - disappearing into the darkness for a moment, just out of his periphery. Long enough for Jason to believe Eddie might've left - long enough to have just a sliver of hope for freedom. Jason would slide forward, just a bit, his eyes trained on the home phone dangling from its cord just inside. If he could just get close enough -

And then cracked leather gloves land heavily on his shoulders, and he feels a sob stick in his throat. His eyes crinkle shut and his body shakes gently. Everything aches, his shoulder burns, and he can feel the way his ripped clothes cling to him through the blood and sweat dripping down his chest. Eddie pats hard against the shoulder he'd just stabbed.

♩♩ ~I can't decide whether you should live or die, oh you'll probably go to heaven~ ♩♩

Jason looks up when Eddie's hands leave his shoulders, staring hard at the cheap plastic mask as the knife, blood still coating the edge, bites deep into the skin of his neck. His eyes bulge when blood splatters onto the patio door and Eddie can't wretch his gaze away, nearly slicing clean through Jason's neck.

Relief courses through him, and he's shaking with nothing but excitement, punching up in the air with the knife tight in his grasp when Jason gurgles a final breath. He wipes the blood on the costume and returns the knife to the side of his thigh. The walk back to his van would be a long one, but fuck, he could run a marathon and not break a sweat right now.

He retreats to the shadows, humming that damn song, and makes it back to you before midnight, passed out in his bed. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, bury himself deep in your pussy to tie the night up with a bow; but watching you breathe softly, curled up in his shirt, hugging his pillow - fuck, he couldn't just wake you up when you looked so damn cute, could he?

You're only aware he's home when the washer stirs you, and you feel him slide in beside you, pressing feathery kisses up from your hip, to your arm and collarbone. He stops when you scoot closer to him, throwing the blanket over his half-naked form; he smells like shampoo and you figure he must've taken a shower, his wet hair tickling your skin.

"Deal go well?" You ask, voice soft and groggy from sleep, eyes blinking in the low-light thrown in from his window when you face him.

"Really well, sweetheart," he says, pressing a kiss to your head when you close your eyes again. "Really fuckin well."

He wraps his arms around you, and you sigh against him, breathing in his body wash, melting into his hold.

You don't tell him he forgot his lunchbox on the couch.

You don't tell him you'd found his bloodstained gloves in a drawer, days ago, when you were looking for condoms.

You squish your cheek against him and relax, because Eddie is still your Eddie - your sweet, ingenious Eddie. And now, well, now those assholes wouldn't hurt anyone ever again.

They find Jason’s body the next morning, nearly decapitated, eyes still shot open in surprise. Jason's tape player that Eddie'd set up beside the chair still singing out:

♩♩ ~I can't decide whether you should live or die~ ♩♩

#eddie munson #ghostface Eddie #ghostface!eddie #pretend the scissor sisters released the song in the 80s and that tape players can do that #eddie musnon x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #ghostface!eddie drabble #ghostface!eddie munson drabble #ghostface!eddie munson #ghostface eddie munson #my writing

[stardustandtwilight]

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Christmas 2005

Emmett was forbidden from blasting Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” at midnight like he did every year but it was in vain; Sydney woke up hungry at that time anyway. Esme scooped her up from her crib with a wry smile. "Should've known you'd be up, baby girl." She'd been waking up like clockwork at this time. "Shhhh, don't cry, it's Christmas."

Sydney's cries quieted but she still made little disgruntled noises.

Emmett stuck his head out of his and Rosalie's room as Esme carried her down to the kitchen. "That’s not my fault. I was being quiet!”

Esme waved him off. "I know."

"Just saying for the record!"

In the kitchen, Carlisle was already getting a bottle ready. Formula this time. They were still experimenting with switching between blood and formula. Sydney seemed comfortable with both. Carlisle hoped that meant she could drink mostly formula instead of having to drink so much donated blood. He smiled at Esme and Sydney while checking that the formula wasn't too hot. If there was one strong preference Sydney displayed, it was that she preferred warm blood and formula over cold.

"You know, Santa won't come if you don't sleep, baby girl," he said in mock sternness to Sydney.

"Tell Daddy you can't help that you're hungry," Esme said. Then to Carlisle she added, "Are we doing the Santa thing?"

Carlisle shrugged, sheepish. "I don't know, it just seemed like one of those things modern parents say."

Upstairs, Emmett laughed loudly. Rosalie shushed him, but she was laughing too. Edward huffed in the way he did when he was holding back laughter. Thankfully, Alice and Jasper were out on a date for the night, but they were sure to hear about it when they got back.

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” Carlisle asked.

“Not a chance,” Esme said with a grin.

Sydney decided to cry again, evidently impatient with not being fed. Esme bounced her and said, “Okay, sweetheart, we hear you.”

They settled on the couch and Esme gave Sydney her bottle. The newborn drank with a single-minded focus, a tiny pucker between her blue eyes. It brought back shadowy, bittersweet memories of her son and how he made the same face when he nursed. What a gift to be able to care for a baby again.

If only that gift didn’t come with its own new grief.

Among the numerous gifts for Sydney under the tree (Alice couldn’t stop herself from going overboard with the baby clothes, especially shoes because “they’re too cute!”) were gifts for Sarah. Esme hadn’t been able to stand looking at them gathering dust in her office so she wrapped them all in a grief-stricken focus while she did the presents for the rest of the family. Nobody said anything about her putting them under the tree but now that it was Christmas she wondered why she bothered. Sarah would never take pictures on the new camera Esme had gotten her or play Super Mario Brothers 3 again on the NES that Emmett found on eBay or –

“Hey.” Carlisle touched Esme’s face, bringing her out of that train of thought. “What’s wrong?”

Esme sighed. “Sarah.”

It was all she had to say. Carlisle’s eyes were filled with understanding and with his own grief and guilt. Esme knew he did all he could to save her, but he was haunted by the reassurances he gave her that she would live, that she would be there to see Sydney grow. He had been sorely tempted to go back on the promise to not change Sarah, but he couldn’t live with himself if he broke that promise too.

Sydney distracted them for a moment by spitting out the bottle’s nipple with a grunt and Esme handed her over to Carlisle to burp.

“I don’t know what to do with her gifts. I’m kind of embarrassed that I wrapped them,” Esme admitted. 

Carlisle shook his head. “I don’t think you should be embarrassed.” 

“Sarah isn’t here to open them,” Esme said bitterly. She felt her throat close up and her eyes prick with phantom tears and she closed them. Her earlier words to Sydney came back to her - don’t cry, it’s Christmas.

“I know.” Carlisle’s voice was low and tired. For a moment, there was only the sound of him lightly patting Sydney’s back. “You got her a camera, right?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

“Well, you could always open it yourself. Use that camera to take pictures of Sydney growing up like she would have.” 

Esme considered it. The camera certainly wouldn’t go to waste that way and while the thought still brought on the ache over Sarah not being here to do it herself, it was better than letting the gift sit and collect dust again. “That’s a good idea.” 

Carlisle smiled crookedly. “I’ve been known to have them.” Esme only just refrained from rolling her eyes. 

Being done burping Sydney, Carlisle brought her back to the crook of his arm and kissed her forehead. Esme leaned in to kiss her head and inhaled her sweet scent. It didn’t make her throat burn like a normal human’s would and she savored it. Sydney’s tiny hand closed around Carlisle’s finger and her eyes fluttered closed, instantly asleep. Carlisle sighed, a rueful smile on his face.

“What is it?” Esme asked.

“I wish I could sleep like that.”

“Aww, does the old man need a nap?” Esme teased.

“It’s been three hundred sixty-five years since I last slept. Of course I do.” He nudged her with his foot. “Don’t you?”

“No.” Esme nudged him back. “It’s only been a hundred and ten years for me. I’m not tired.”

“I guess I’m the only one that needs a nap. Besides this little one. I wonder how long before we’ll hear her protesting that she’s not tired.” 

“Sooner than we think.” The changes in Sydney since her birth a month ago would be small to human eyes, but to vampire eyes they were significant. They were all so used to looking in each other’s unchanging faces. Esme already anticipated Sydney growing up too fast, a common parental complaint. 

“I suppose we should put her back to bed,” Carlisle said, sounding a bit regretful. 

Esme smiled and snuggled into his side. “No, I think we’re all comfortable right here.” 

In the morning, as the Cullens gathered to open their gifts, Esme opened her present for Sarah and the very first picture she took was of Emmett piling all the discarded bows onto a sleeping Sydney. 

#twilight #my fanfic #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #oc: sydney cullen #sorry alice no matter how cute those baby shoes are syd's always going to kick them off

[unhingedhearties]

Vast Amounts of Copium

I see Lucas fans are already getting triggered about this shirtless Kevin scene.

Disturbed... FFS

Is there anyone on this show Erin isn't friends with? Also, maybe, JUST MAYBE, the reason Erin and Ben go on trips with Kevin and Kayla is because none of them have kids. Am I wrong, or are almost all the other cast members parents and have responsibilities to their kids and can't just hop a plane to Europe?

Is that too big brained of a take for some of you or do you just want to keep seething about dumb shit?

"Emotional cheating doesn't fit Hallmark". You're either lying or you've never watch a Hallmark movie. Almost very Hallmark lady leaves her BIG CITY BUSINESS™ boyfriend for the rugged guy in flannel because he works to much and doesn't love Christmas or dogs.

A HISTORICAL INACCURACY IN WCTH!?

You know what, I agree with Sherisa. They need to make When Calls The Heart more period accurate. Let's start with more racism and wife beating. Rosemary has no place being that bossy and running a business. Kill off some of the kids to. That Spanish Flu never made it's way around, it might be time to rectify that. Hey, the Encephalitis Lethargica epidemic should be starting up to. Let's have a scene of Little Jack losing control of his hands before going into a blank faced coma for 60 years. Erin can really put her acting skills to use in a scene where they take her son away to live in an asylum for the rest of his life. World War 1 never really happened. Maybe they can retcon that and have it happen a few years later. All the men can be sent away for a few episodes before coming back with their limbs blown off and their faces half gone. Maybe while Fiona's gone she can send a letter to Faith telling her she got a job painting radium on watch dials. When she gets back she can have Faith check her oddly sore teeth right before her jaw detaches from her face.

Oh wait, you just want the cutesy, fluffy parts of history to be accurate, not the harsh reality. Not the actual history that shaped the modern day rights we take for granted. Ew, gross. Icky.

Guys! One of the actors is going to sing. On When Calls The Heart. Literally never been done before. Disgusting nepotism is what it is.

I bet it's totally going to be a real show stopping scene. The whole town will stop what they're doing to stare at Kevin while he sings for 10 minutes Disney Princess style and makes it all about him. It's totally not going to be some minor, brief scene that's over in 20 seconds.

So you just pulled that out of your ass? Hush child, the adults will do the talking now.

"Different lifestyles"

And there's the dogwhistle. So was it the Gays, the interracial couples or the Hanukkah celebrating Jewish families that raised your blood pressure?

They really have a bug up their ass about Nathan singing. Almost everyone on that show sings. I really doubt they're going to make this a big deal like when Mei was self conscious about singing.

And I'm just going to say it. If Lucas was going to have a shirtless scene these same people wouldn't be shutting up about how excited they were. If Lucas spilled tea on his clothes and went to his office to clean it up and Elizabeth accidentally walked in on him topless scrubbing his clothes they'd be going ~*~UWU SOOOOOO CUTE ~*~ and making 20 different gifs of it.

"Disturbed" again. They really do just latch on to one word and drive it into the ground.

Life Rivers asking the real questions. Of course no one responds because then they might have to walk it back and admit "mention in a few interviews" ≠ "promote".

What the hell does Lucas owning a saloon have to do with Nathan not wearing a shirt? These two things have nothing to do with each other.

They're acting like Nathan's going to rip his shirt off and sell himself or go skinny dipping in front of the tourists and not like it's going to be some mundane action.

Personally I'm hoping he wrestles a grizzly bear and uses his shirt as a tourniquet.

Say the people who get in heat over their hoarded stash of photos of a grown man drinking from a china tea cup.

#when calls the heart #wcth #hallmark #fandom drama #hearties #unhinged fans #wcth season 11 #team lucas #team nathan

[thetreetopinn]

Ended up taking a nap after I got home from work, and had a really strange, ADD style dream.

ADD style? What's that mean? It means the subject of the dream jumped every few minutes.

It started off somewhere I don't recall but it got to a point where I was following people trying to buy a Christmas tree, and the guy selling it to them said they should buy one that had been spayed... whatever the fuck that means... like... so they wouldn't end up with Christmas trees growing in their front yard or some shit?

This led to driving through a forested area looking to get a tree from the wild.

Then, suddenly, isekai moment where suddenly, a pilot from some fantasy-style gundam is swapped with the guy driving the car. The pilot freaks out. Smash-cut to the fantasy-style gundam the driver is now piloting and HE is freaking out, desperately trying to figure out how to get back, accidentally activating some super powered weapon and blasting the landscape.

The HUD remains as the scenery changes and now we're in a PS1 style turn-based roleplaying game--like Chrono Cross or Final Fantasy 7 (the original version) only there's vocalized dialog, and somehow... it becomes a version of Dragonball Z Abridged in my head and Cell is the guy being fought and his HP drops dangerously low and he starts freaking out that he's about to get killed.

Suddenly, and with no prompt or connection at all, I'm remembering a scene from the movie "Dave", specifically the scene where he goes to throw the first pitch at the baseball game. And now there's a discussion about how that scene was filmed. Either they filmed at an actual, real-life game and told the audience what was happening. Or they hired a bunch of extras to fill the stadium section by section and composited them together--as evidenced by my brain's recreation of the scene where in the audience is clearly copy-pasted but with their clothes swapped around.

Smash-cut to being on a fucking wave runner on a lake, slowly navigating around other people while trying to get out past the 'no wake zone' buoys. A water-cop (that's what I'm calling the authority figures that are responsible for making sure people who are boating aren't doing something stupid like driving a boat while drunk) approaches me and low-key demands to know where my dad is--calling him by name--because somehow he knows my dad is the one that owns the wave runner. I tell him my dad is currently in his home at $Address and that he has given me permission because I'm his son, and I'm salty because the water-cop is being a jerk. I pull out my phone with a video-call ready to start with my dad in the thumbnail basically asking the water-cop "You wanna fuckin' talk to him since you don't believe me?"

Smash-cut to docking the wave runner at a dock near a cute little house and workshop where I supposedly work on stupid silly crazy contraptions like hooking up a wave runner impeller style engine/motor to a canoe just to see what happens.

In the dream I have a 'realization' of "I don't want to do anything else with my life, I just want to live out here in the woods next to the lake and make stupid silly crazy contraptions."

This is about when I woke up and I was DEEPLY confused... I don't know what the fuck is going on with my brain.

[banannabethchase]

New Traditions - also on AO3

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Adam is hiding a gift from Nick on Christmas Eve, and Nick is too impatient to wait until family gets there on Christmas Day.

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For December prompt challenge day 25: Christmas morning, but also for my own self indulgence because I will never let go of the Set the World Alight universe. The first part of this fic is the day 24 fill, but adapted to fit what I wanted. Again. Purely self indulgent.

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Adam yawns as Hercules sings about going to distance. “Can we go to sleep now?”

Nick turns to him, looking horrified and also very surprisingly awake. “Sleep? No.”

“Why not?” Adam asks, fighting another yawn. “It’s ten at night and I’m fuckin’ exhausted.” He tries to look as pathetic as possible. “I worked at my parent’s farm for eight hours today and that doesn’t even include the two hours of driving to get there and back. I can sleep, can’t I?”

Nick rolls his eyes. “We have to do the Christmas Eve present. Duh.”

Adam sits up, suddenly very awake. He’s never been with Nick on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning – usually, they hang out on the 26th and bake cookies until they’re sick. Or, at least, that’s what they done before they started living together. He feels some sort of fuzziness build in his chest, knowing that this is what he gets forever. That is, if the biggest gift he’s ever purchased goes the way he hopes. “You guys do that?”

Nick nods. “Of course. That’s why we’re eight hours in to a Disney marathon.”

Adam’s jaw drops. “That’s not true. We’re eight hours in to a Disney marathon because we love the movies.”

Nick kisses his forehead. “Cute. Come on, I’ll grab your gift.”

Adam stands and grabs the first gift with his name on it from under the tree. “Don’t I get to choose my Christmas Eve present?”

“Absolutely not.”

Adam stares up at Nick, but he puts the gift down slowly. “What? Why not?”

“We can’t just open any present,” Nick says. Adam’s even more confused, if he’s honest. “It has to be the pajamas.”

“You open one thing of your choice the night before,” Adam says slowly. “Why’s it gotta be the pajamas?”

“Because,” Nick says, “you put on the pajamas, you sleep in the pajamas, they’re full of Christmas magic or whatever.”

Adam fights a smile. “Christmas magic?”

Nick groans. “I knew you’d make fun of me. But tomorrow Matty is bringing Mox over, and Kenny’s bringing Kota, and then our parents will be here, and we’ve all done the pajamas Christmas Eve into the morning our whole time knowing each other.” He looks beyond sweet as he tries to level sky blue eyes in Adam’s direction. “Please?”

Adam sighs like it’s hard. “I guess,” he says. “But I had an idea.” He shakes his head and pulls out the small wrapped box from in between the branches. He has to keep it on him overnight, for safety. “Thought I could convince you to pick this one.”

Nick blinks over at him. “What the eff is that?”

“You don’t get to know,” Adam says, grabbing the box and keeping it out of Nick’s sight. “Only pajamas tonight!”

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Adam wakes up the next morning to rustling, and sits up.

Nick has his hands in the pockets of the jeans Adam wore yesterday, bent over in a way that makes the matching pajamas surprisingly flattering on his ass. But that’s not what he should be focusing on at the moment. Adam just knows he has his fingers curled around the box.

“You,” Adam says, stretching, “are a terrible sneak.”

“Am not!” Nick says. He drops the pants, but Adam doesn’t miss the way the small box is still between his fingers.

“Terrible.” Adam stands up and walks to the end of the bed, sitting down on it. “You got a reason for digging through my dirty laundry?”

“Maybe I do,” Nick says, breaking into a grin. “Maybe I’ve got, like, some big boner for your dirty clothes. Maybe seeing your pants on the ground gets me hot and bothered.”

Adam grins. “Oh, that’s all it is? Then you won’t mind if I take this,” he grabs the box out of Nick’s hands, “back.”

Nick reaches out to grab for the box, but Adam wiggles it in his fingers just out of reach. “Uh uh uh,” he singsongs as Nick dives for it.

“Just give me the damned thing!” Nick pleads. “I can’t hang out with my friends and my brother knowing I don’t know what this is!” He dives at the box again, but Adam leans back and ends up pinned to the bed by Nick.

“Hello,” Adam says, curling his fingers tightly around the box. “Oh, no. You’re on top of me in our bed.” He flutters his eyelashes. “Whatever shall I do?”

“You – stop it,” Nick says, and it’s authoritative enough to give Adam shivers down his spine. Four years together and Nick can still give him butterflies. “Tell me what it is.”

“You’ll have to get off of me,” Adam says, but he can already feel his heart racing. “I can’t tell you. I have to show you.” He thinks of Matty, who insisted she had to be there when Adam proposes. He thinks of Mrs. Jackson, who said that, if they’re getting married, she hopes to be the first to hear about it.

And then he thinks of Nick: eager and anxious in front of him, looking somehow stressed on Christmas break. And he knows: that’s his priority.

“Nick,” he says, and his voice sounds weird, “Nick, give me, like, two seconds.”

Nick scrambles off of him and sits crosslegged on the edge of the bed, looking as nervous as Adam feels. “Okay.”

Adam stands, box tightly in his fingers. “Okay – you comfortable?”

“I – yeah?” Nick asks. “Do I have to be?”

Adam shrugs as he walks toward Nick. “I’d like you to be. Makes it a little less stressful.” His heart is racing. His entire body feels lit up, like there’s a live wire taking the place of his spine.

“What are you doing?” Nick asks, eyes following Adam as he drops to a knee.

“You know,” Adam says. He can’t fight his grin. “Nick, we’ve known each other since middle school.” Nick nods at him. “I’m best friends with your sister. We’re best friends. You – your mom’s given me Pepto Bismol when I was throwing up at after your birthday party.” He exhales, trying to get back on track. “What I’m saying, Nick, is we know each other.” He looks up, only to meet Nick’s wet eyes. “You’re part of me, Nick. I don’t want to ever be without a part of me. Not ever again.”

Nick exhales slowly. “Holy crap.”

“Nick,” Adam says, keeping eye contact as he carefully unwraps the ring box. He snaps it open, revealing the relatively modest platinum band with sapphires and small cubic zirconium around its circumference. “Nick. Last year, when you were abroad, was the hardest time I’ve ever had. I don’t ever want to be without you that long again.” He holds up the box, ignoring the ache in his knee. “Nicholas Jackson,” he says, hearing his own heartbeat in his ears, “will you marry me?”

Nick lets out a weird little squeak. “You are so – how did you –” He cuts himself off with another one of those squeaks as he dives at Adam, knocking him to the floor. “Yes!”

“Hi,” Adam laughs. He holds up the ring to Nick. “Yes, you’ll marry me?”

“Yes,” Nick says again. He’s shaking as Adam slides the ring onto his finger. “Oh, you’re – did you talk to Matty?”

“Yes,” Adam says, “and you better prepare to fake surprise later, because she said she had to be there when I propose, but you were impatient.”

“Matty can deal,” Nick says before leaning down and kissing the breath out of Adam’s lungs. Adam’s glad they’re in their dumb little one bedroom apartment, because then everybody else is locked out until they’re ready.

Adam slides the ring onto Nick’s finger, and thinks that death by infuriated Matty would be worth all of this any time.

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No mini playlist because this entire universe has developed its own playlist.

#HangNick #Set the World Alight #MoxMatt high school AU #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #Nicrowlas #Anxious millennial dreamboat #december prompt challenge 2023

[erina-writes-headcanons]

How would 2p Netherlands, Switzerland, and Belgium help a S/O who doesn't handle money very well?

Henry Maes, Voss Zwingli, and Emma Maes Helping their S/O Handling Their Money

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A/N: Hey there! I am not sure if you want the 1p or the 2P Switzerland and Belgium but I decide that you want the 2P version of them. I hope I am not wrong, If I am wrong, you can tell me in the private message.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities and mention of marijuana.

The picture is also not mine, credit to the owner of the pictures.

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2p Netherland - Henry Maes

One thing 1p Netherland and 2p Netherland have the same similarity which is. The two of them love money, gold and those luxuries that are really expensive.

However there is a huge difference between the two of them. 1p Netherland is rather stingy with his spending and money but not as bad as 1p Switzerland because he would mostly buy a marijuana to smoke. 2p Netherland would rather buy some expensive things such as weapons (arms trading) to collect or golds.

You are asking the wrong person if you want Abel to help you in handling your money because he also likes to spend his money a lot unlike his counterpart but he does think it's cute that you need his help to handle your own money.

I can see he would try his best to help you by giving you some kind of notes for you to always count on how much did you spend your money that day as he follows along with you too.

However, that could fail. Not because he finds it useless but rather he would soon forget about it and accidentally would buy lots of things and drag you along to spend your time together with him and make you spend lots of money too.

Henry would also try to help you by giving you a limitation on how much you can spend on your money as he tries to also join along because I believe he is aware that he often spends his money a lot.

This also could fail too sadly. The reason is not that he forgot, unfortunately. It was rather because each time he sees something that interesting, he would be mesmerized by it and soon the stuff already got paid.

I am really sorry but he is not someone you can rely on when you want to save up your money. However, don't get too hard on him because he did really tries his best to help you in handling your money.

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A pair of (E/C) glances at the papers inside of the black purse after they/she/he took it from the backpack. Taking a deep breath, there were only a few bucks in there with most of the pocket are filled by the bills. You can feel the soul of your purse dying and all of the 'corpse' of the money is flying into the thin air.

Closing the wallet, you were trying to remember all kinds of spending after hanging out with Henry. You should have been more careful because you realize the two of you are a monster when it comes to shopping.

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It was a bright day outside and a perfect day to hang out together with your boyfriend, Henry Maes. The tall man decides to invite you after his meeting with the other nations. Strolling inside of the road, there were many stores selling goods, snacks, clothes, and elegant furniture made out of woods.

His green eyes glances around before there was a twinkle in his eyes but as his S/O you did not see it because you were facing away until his hands grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, "H-Henry!? What are you doing?" you were surprised by his sudden action.

"I need to buy something! There's an antique shop and I need to buy something!" Henry's eyes were shining like a child waiting for a gift at christmas time.

"Wait! But you told me to save up some money and you would save some too!" You scolded the blonde man.

"B-But...I need to buy that old butterfly knife that were used in armies during-" It's getting hard to listen to his words since he has gotten faster in every word.

"No but-" He cuts you off.

"Please!!! I mean, you can buy something from there too and I bet you would find something interesting!!" He clasps his hands together, not remembering that he made a promise together with you to be careful with the spending.

"...Alright fine. Just, don't make me buy some stuff," You roll your eyes.

But soon as your eyes laid on the beautiful figure of the general of an army riding on a horse while leading his army. You could not help but buy it along with some old stuff as a display or decoration for your house without realizing that the two of you had spend lots of money together.

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2p Switzerland - Voss Zwingli

Unlike Basch, I do believe Voss is not someone who is a money lover, unlike 2p Netherland and 1p Netherland. He is rather neutral about it.

Also unlike their counterpart, Voss Zwingli is not someone who are frugal because he does enjoy buying expensive foods, especially expensive cheese.

He is really bad at managing his own money and spending but that does not mean he is entirely careless with his own money. He is slightly a little bit better at spending his own money than 2p Netherland.

During the Great Depression where the economy of the countries were really bad back then. Voss was able to control his own budget without being too frugal by limiting his spend on expensive foods and saving a little bit of his money.

However, he only does that because it was out of desperation because he needs to pay for something that are more vulnerable than just a food with more expensive brand.

I can see Voss can help you a little bit better than Henry (2p Netherland). He most likely would remind you to save your money in a band (or somewhere else) together with him.

Voss would also be giving you a tiny notebook so you can write down on that day how much you spent your money along with giving a limitation.

Voss Zwingli can help you but not as much as their counterparts because he isn't someone who is strict. He would only help you by reminding you to save your money and to be careful about how much you spend your money on that day.

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There were many printed papers with numbers scattered around the oak table along with black ink staining those objects with the table too. A pair of (E/C) stares all of the papers and biting their/her/his own lips, counting total of the monthly spending along with Voss's spending too.

Lately, the two of you had been going around a lot and going around some restaurants try some delicacies but the two of you did not realize how much you two spending your money together when having fun, especially trying cuisines with an expensive yet delicious swiss cheese. The two of you did not realize that the two of you spent a lot on that day.

Remembering all of those events, your eyes widened before using the palm of your hand and hit yourself on the face, realizing how screwed the two of you were. You realize that you two are really bad at managing money.

The sound of the facepalm immediately made voss alert, almost dropping the book on his hand as his eyes quickly moves up to you in a questioning look. " (Y/N)? What happened?" He asks, standing up from the bed before walking up at you with worry.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh before showing the papers, showing the total of your spending together with him. Upon noticing the numbers, the male flinched in surprise before he gives the look of 'are you serious' at you. Seeing his eyes, you immediately understand what he was trying to say even though he did not spoke it out loud and giving him a brief nod.

Voss glances the floor and sight before he was sitting next to you, you were wondering what is he trying to do because it's really rare to see him like this before your eyes widened upon hearing the words that escapes from his lips.

"(Y/N) Let's make a not of our daily spending. I think I have a small notebook somewhere in our room and let's plan out budget together," Voss smiles a little bit, offering a great plan to help each other with money management.

"Sure, let's make a plan for our budget and let's be careful with our spending next time," you told him.

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2p Belgium - Beatrice Maes

I believe Emma is a mix of bad at managing her own money but also good at it but it depends on her alter because she has five alters.

Her alters Emma, Ceil and Delma are very good at managing their own money. Emma would less likely to spend on expensive stuff because she would be less likely to buy branded clothes and prefer simpler clothes while Delma along with Ceil would be calculative when she is counting on her spending.

Her other alters are Analis and Hedwig would be bad at managing at her money. Analis likes things that are 'the best' for her and thus she will buy branded stuff for herself.

Her Hedwig Alter is a hopeless romantic but the reason why I say she would be bad at managing her own money is that she would be spending tons of materialistic things for her s/o. Thus, Hedwig is as bad as Analis.

Never ask Analis or Hedwig if you want Belgium to help you to manage your own money. Ask Ceil or Delma, they would be a perfect candidate to help you.

Ceil would gladly teach you how to spend your money wisely as she would also give you some hints to buy cheaper brands, careful on how much with spend

Delma would help you but be more strict as she would scold you when you spend too much money. She would also give a limitation on how much was spent on that day. She would also scold you if you buy useless stuff.

In conclusion, if you want Belgium to help you. You have to know which alters she is currently using because those who would only be gladly help you out are only Delma and Ceil.

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Many papers were scattered on the table as sweat ran down from the top of your head and fell to the ground. The room wasn't hot nor did you just finish exercising but rather you were sweating because out of anxiety that is slowly eating you out alive.

A huge number usually makes people smile like a dork but not now, if Delma or Emma sees the number of all of your spending. You know they are going to be really angry at you before you quickly fold the papers and stand up from the table, searching for a hiding spot to hide all of those bills and papers away as you were praying internally she wouldn't find it out before going out to clear your head.

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It was a long walk from your house to the nearest convinient store as it takes around fifteen minutes by leg. However, it doesn't mean it's not going to tire you out since it's an occurrence if you want to buy something, you need to go there as you won't use your car nor motorcycle since it's just a waste of gasoline.

Your hand grabs the knob of the door before twisting it around and pushing the door away to get inside. Instead of meeting an empty room, Emma was there standing u with a glare in her eyes as both of her arms were crossed. You were nervous because you had never seen Emma like this until she shoves the paper you desperately hide.

The lump in your throat getting larger and suffocation along with a sweat trickling down from your head once again" Uhh.....I can explain," you trid to calm her down.

"Explain? It is clear that you spent lots of things again. Tell me what did you buy until your bill is too high." It was Delma alter who goes out to lecture you.

"Uh...it was...a car...our car. I mean it was to pay the car repairment," you take a deep breath and look down, feeling guilty.

"....I thought you were gonna spend on a useless thing. I'm glad you spend the money on something useful," Delma takes a deep breath before stepping aside, letting you get inside.

"Thank you..." you got inside, feeling relieved that you did not anger Delma.

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[krys-loves-otome]

hi krys!!! nobu hideyoshi and mitsun from ikesen? vincent and arthur from ikevamp too? 👀

Character Opinion Bingo!

So, I may have misread Mitsun as 'Mitsus' and thought you meant both of them, so I did both, bc I'm overachieving like that. Whoops.

Also, am not careful at all when it comes to route spoilers, so spoiler warnings for all of the above-mentioned characters.

Nobu:

So Cool Looking: idk, something about that black and white color scheme with the pop of red just does it for me.

Afraid of him: Warlord that takes and does what he wants. There is a reason he's feared. His photographic memory is also terrifying.

In a handbag: I wanna carry all of them in a handbag, this should have been a free space for me.

Wow! He's a Horrible Person!: Is a warlord so it comes with the territory, but I also hate that in his ms (it happens in his act 2 too) he does not explain his reasonings to MC at first for why he has to kill a guy that was trying to kill her in the hot springs chapter (that he took her on, forcibly so). Not even a 'hey, that guy was trying to kill you, I had to act fast before he could do just that.' And let's not forget the 'Drink from your lips' scene when we first meet him. And the Strip Go.

Better as a Dynamic: Not that he can't function on his own, but he's a lot more fun when he's playing off of others, esp when it involves konpeito escapades, like in Hideyoshi's route, or in one of his bday events where he was in a three-way horse-mounted battle with Shingen and Kenshin over trying to reach a village with the last supply of the sugary treat. Or really any event where all the warlords are gathered together to do stupid shit. That's always fun.

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Hideyoshi

Marry them: He's really nice and helpful, I'd be cool with entering a romantic partnership with him.

Blorbo: If cybird won't love him, I will <3

Deeper than they seem: Momsona on the surface, deep underlying insecurities about hurting others when (not if, definitely when, in his mind) he has inevitably to leave them behind because of his loyalties to Nobunaga and his cause. Plus a past he isn't proud of despite it helping to mold him into the person he is today.

Projecting my own issues: Yeah, that.

Got done dirty: Pls stop writing him off as 'Team Mom', both y'all. Not cute.

why they look like that: Sensei has too many details on him that are a bitch to figure out when drawing. Also, yes, he has complementary colors, but he's got Christmas colors in his casual clothes, sheesh.

Better as a dynamic: Team Mom has to have kids to parent after all. He's usually a part of gossip groups with MC, Masa, Ieyasu, and Mitsun, calling out Mitsuhide on his shit, Nobu worship but still parents him too.

Done nothing wrong in his life: Hideyoshi is a good boy and I stand by that statement.

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Mitsun:

Like a blorbo: He pretty much is a blorbo.

Projecting my own issues: Also, that.

Don't have much to say: He's a sweet boy that's got some insecurity issues. Not much deeper than that.

Literally me: Yeah, getting lost in certain tasks to the point of oblivion is also me.

Never done anything wrong: Precious boy that can do no wrong <3

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(surprise Mitsuhide)

Wasted potential: His route could have been a shit ton darker and his MC could have been better if she had been written more as his equal.

Afraid of him: Too much anxiety about teasings and pranks.

Blorbo: I will mold him how I want to, because I say so.

Projecting: A few, yes.

Got done dirty: A stronger MC probably would have helped, someone that could stand more toe to toe with him, more on equal footing. Much as I love him finding her after Yoshiaki is mean to her scene, all the guy did was say some mean words to her, really. Could have roughed her up a bit more, imo. (ikeromantic does the scene better in their ongoing Mitsuhide fic, imo). The scene with Hideyoshi after MC sees Mitsu doing dirty deeds still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Really, all this could be solved if he was allowed to kiss Hideyoshi He's full of good ideas but just needs some help on the execution.

Horrible person: See above-mentioned scene with Hideyoshi and MC. And how often he does the self-sacrifice thing when he's told not to do that. And stop being a jealous ho with Yoshimoto, you know MC only has eyes for you, dumb butt.

Better as a dynamic: Really, all this could be solved if he just kissed Hideyoshi already. Or Masa, I'm sure he'd be down for it.

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Vincent:

Wasted potential: Please let him experience negative emotions. Friend threatening your girlfriend usually means friendship over, I'm sorry bro. Plus there could have been more interaction in Will's route too because you're supposed to be close friends, right?

Marry them: Sweet darling dear, I'm cool with a romantic relationship with you.

Done dirty: See Wasted Potential.

Literally me: That's up to personal interpretation.

Never done anything wrong: No, he definitely hasn't. <3

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Arthur:

Blorbo: I will mold him how I see fit and have fun doing it.

Projecting: Somewhat.

Done dirty: Pls give more sweetie Arthur than horndog, pls I'm begging.

Horrible person: All good for character development but I still hate Chapters 1 and 4.

Better as a dynamic: Like Nobu, he can work well on his own, but it's also nice to see him interacting with others.

#meme thingys #ask krys things #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #nobunaga oda #hideyoshi toyotomi #mitsunari ishida #mitsuhide akechi #vincent van gogh (ikevamp) #arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)

[jdgo51]

What’s the Best Christmas Gift for Your Kids?

Today's inspiration comes from:

Praying the Scriptures for Your Children

by Jodie Berndt

"'Good question.

I’ve tried everything, from ridiculously expensive “must-have” toys like My Size Barbie (a gift that was abandoned as soon as our four-year-old stole all her clothes) to a posture brace for our teenagers that was not, as the advertisement optimistically proclaimed, “virtually invisible” under your clothing.

Praying the Scriptures for Your Children Looking back on our family’s growing up years, I can’t help but think that a lot of my Christmas mistakes could have been avoided had I stuck with my grandmother's gift-giving strategy. Gammy never gave us anything, at least nothing you could wrap. Instead, she asked her grandkids to memorize a Bible verse for her every year and, in return, she promised to pray for us.

I will admit that, as a teenager, I was less-than-enthused by my grandmother’s scheme. I don't know how I ever memorized any verses, given that my eyes were rolled so far back into my head. Today, though, many of these nuggets are still locked in, and in terms of things like wisdom, joy, and peace I can promise you this: The Bible verses have been a far better — and infinitely more comfortable — support system than even the most discreet posture brace.

I will never know the full impact of Gammy’s prayers, but I am confident that her gift to her grandchildren protected us from all manner of evil we likely deserved — and opened the door to immeasurable blessings we didn’t. And now that I’ve got grandkids of my own, I can’t think of anything I’d rather give them than prayer — the same gift I (finally) learned to give to my children.

So what does it look like, in practical terms, to “give the gift of prayer”?

Every December, I spend some time thinking about each of our kids and grandkids. I consider where they are (spiritually, as well as socially, physically, emotionally, and in other ways), and I ask God to clue me in as to what He might want to do in their lives. And then, because I love the power that comes with praying the scriptures, I go poking around in the Bible. When I find a verse that seems to speak to a child’s particular situation or need, I pick that as an “annual prayer,” personalizing it with his or her name.

Here are a handful of the prayers I’ve relied on over the years:

For a child’s academic or career success: May _______ show aptitude for every kind of learning, be well informed, quick to understand, and qualified to serve. (Daniel 1:4) For a child who needs wisdom and guidance: Instruct and teach _______ in the way they should go. (Psalm 32:8) For a child who wants friends: Surround _______ with good friends who are kind and compassionate, and quick to forgive. (Ephesians 4:32) For a child to live out their faith in a winsome way: May _______ be wise, shining like the brightness of the heavens and leading many to righteousness. (Daniel 12:3)

When our children were little, I’d trace their hands on a piece of colored cardstock and write out the verse, along with the date. I’d cut out the hand, laminate it, and stick it on the refrigerator, where they’d serve as a visible reminder to me (and to my kids) that God was at work.

Hand Romans 12:10 After a while, when the kids’ hands got so big that they were more creepy than cute on the fridge, I began making bookmarks with the verses instead. And after doing this now for more than twenty years, here is what I’ve discovered.

I’ve discovered that when you commit to spending a whole year praying about one particular thing, you learn to wait well, trusting God even when you can’t see what He is doing. You give Him time to work. And you get out of the way so that He can weave in answers and blessings that you had not even thought to pray for, or that your children needed.

For instance, one year I chose Isaiah 62:2-4 as a prayer verse for our daughter, Hillary. “You will be called by a new name,” this passage says. “No longer will they call you Deserted or name your land Desolate... the Lord will take delight in you and your land will be married.” Hillary was facing some uncertainty in her job at the time, and I wanted her to know that God delighted in her. I wanted God to give her a new name — a new “sense of identity” — and let her know how much she was loved.

God did that, all right. He filled my girl with purpose and joy. He gave her favor at work. And he introduced a young man into the picture — one who became her fiancé that year and then literally gave her his name. Marriage was not even on my radar when I picked that prayer verse — but it was on God’s!

Truth be told, I love gifts you can wrap and tuck under the tree (and if nothing else, the posture brace made every other gift shine by comparison). But as I think about the varied ways we can shower our children with love, I’m increasingly convinced that prayer is the best gift of all. It’s a gift that lasts. It’s one that comes with the power to influence and shape lives. And it brings peace and joy to the giver, knowing that when we come before our heavenly Father on behalf of our children, He can be trusted to accomplish good things in their lives."'

Jodie Berndt Written for Devotionals Daily by Jodie Berndt, author of Praying the Scriptures for Your Children (20th Anniversary Edition), Praying the Scriptures for Your Teens, and Praying the Scriptures for Your Adult Children.

[whatdoyouneedsugar]

(Answering a day later because I got busy :( )

Quick update for today: I called off of work with a friend so we could go shopping. It was initially just for her to get Christmas gifts for other people, but while we were browsing in Hot Topic, I found a really pretty dress that was 40% off and some cute stockings to go with it! Will I ever wear them in public? Probably not. But they're cute! And maybe I want to feel pretty some days. (Slowly starting to get over the whole "feminine things = bad" mindset and more into "clothes have no gender, wear what makes you feel good")

I haven't tried them on yet, but I can't wait to!

Okay, back to yesterday: Yes Mommy, I kind of like the rush I get when I'm trying to hide that I'm looking at/reading/writing naughty things at work. It makes my pussy so tingly and my face so warm.

Thank you for being so understanding, mommy <3

Thinking about humping something while mommy kisses me makes my brain melt a little hehe

You promise?? Yayyy!!! 🥰

Oh, I'm not into the whole "keep me in a cage, make me wear a puppy mask, feed me with a dog bowl" sort of puppy play. I do like the nicknames, collars, and leashes for sure, though. As for the praise and worship: I don't mind receiving praise at all! And receiving worship isn't a hard limit, it's more just...I wouldn't know how to react? I think? It's just a gray area, I guess :>

Ooh, that actually sounds like a great idea! You're so smart, Mommy! 😊

Hm...I don't know about the filming part...Rewatching it while you tell me everything you liked and why does sound fun. I wonder if the embarrassment would turn me on or just make me want to hide haha

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Thank you for your update, lovely, I really enjoy you telling me what you're up to. I hope you had fun with your friend and I am so happy that you got yourself clothes you love. I went a good chunk of my life not buying clothes that I enjoyed/not thinking I should or could even have my own style and enjoy how I looked (for different reasons, more to do with weight and body image, some body shaming from someone i lived with, anyway, just a lot of time wasted on that sort of thing) and I remember when I first started looking for stores with a good range of plus size clothing and when I first bought a couple flowery dresses (i also had an issue with dressing more "feminine") I literally started crying because I had actually chosen then, I didn't just buy whatever fit, and I felt so pretty and so good about myself. I know the reasons behind it are different, but I just wanted to say I partly understand how exciting it is to have bought yourself those clothes and I couldn't be happier for you. I hope one day you feel comfortable and safe to wear whatever you want inside or outside.

And I'm so proud you're able to work on your mindset in that way, it's so important for you to not let it keep you from enjoying yourself and wearing/doing what makes you feel more you, without needing to label it connected to a certain gender or a certain way to perform that gender. It's not easy to work on our perspectives in that way, especially when the world around us is so strongly shoving us in the opposite direction. I hope you're proud of yourself for that too, baby <3

And I don't even need to see it to know you're going to look gorgeous, please let me know when you try them on, I wanna hear all about it if you wanna share 😍

And about our tastes: they seem to align very well, honey, I wish I could get to know you in person, I bet we could have a lot of fun together, baby. Just imagining you in a collar and leash, splayed out on a bed, all at my mercy for me to use and ruin... makes my brain melt, baby.

And I understand that some things you're not sure about how you'd feel because you never tried them. I don't have any experience with kink, and I really hope to one day find someone to try out things we're interested in and find out what we like, so thank you for always telling me what you're not into, what you're not sure about. Even if we're just talking and fantasizing about it, the idea of figuring out these things with you is also so hot to think about, baby.

#answer 1 of 3 #seriously i was so happy to see you'd sent me multiple asks #always love hearing from you baby #bunny's got mail