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25 No/Low Cost Self Care Acts

1. Have a drink from your favourite cup/mug. Coffee. Tea. Hell, even plain water is nicer when it’s in your fave mug (and you’re probably dehydrated rn so get on that). Allow yourself the couple of minutes to drink it in entirety.

2. Visit the library. Seriously. Nothing says quiet me time like the quiet couches and a novel in a library.

3. Look up some topics on iTunes U and read up on them. You’ll feel accomplished when you learn about a new scholarly topic.

4. Check over your resumé. Anything need to be updated or polished? Do that now, it can come in handy if an opportunity comes knocking.

5. Call a beloved family member or close friend. I just called my aunt for the first time in a little while and honestly you feel a lot lighter and a lot warmer.

6. Listen to ASMR, Binaural Beats, or guided meditation. There’s ASMR and meditation videos on youtube for pretty much any need– general relaxation, reassurance, mock spa days…

7. Volunteer at the local animal shelter. Volunteering is proven to make you feel better about yourself, petting animals helps lower your blood pressure, and nothing compares to the love and gratitude from a dog or cat.

8. Randomly browse Wikipedia or WikiHow. Clicking the random article is always an adventure– probably a laughable one, but you might learn something new.

9. Clean out your closet. It’ll feel like a lot of weight is off your shoulders, and you can sell or donate pieces that are still in good shape.

10. Write out a list of things you like about yourself. It can be tricky at first, but write down whatever comes to mind, even though it may seem trivial. Put the list away for times when you are being too hard on yourself, or need some self love.

11. Movie night. Obviously. Netflix, Hulu, library… A lot of thrift and secondhand stores often have really cheap DVDs. Re-watch your faves, allow yourself a guilty pleasure, or choose something that looks laughably awful.

12. Have a bonfire. Check your local fire codes beforehand, first. A bonfire or a fire pit is extremely soothing, especially wrapped up in a blanket.

13. Meal Plan/Prep. You’re probably going to be cooking anyway, so setting aside a day or half a day to prep meals ahead of time helps free the rest of your schedule.

14. At-Home spa day. Wash your hair. Trim your nails. Soak your feet. Exfoliate.

15. Write letters. Especially to your grandparents if you’re emotionally close– it will make them feel really loved.

16. Sleep in or nap. No explanation needed.

17. Bake cookies or make eggless cookie dough. One serving of edible cookie dough uses only spoonfuls of ingredients you probably have at home.

18. Wash your pillowcases and linens. This is especially good if you’re like me and the depression is real. Washing sheets gets neglected but the feeling of fresh sheets makes everything suck a little bit less.

19. Forgive yourself. Acknowledge that past mistake that’s been eating you alive and accept the fact that you can’t change the past. You’re still growing, still learning.

20. Keep a happiness journal. Before bed, write three things that made you smile that day. Life won’t seem all that bad, and it’s a good way to de-stress.

21. Shamelessly sing and dance along to music you enjoy. That song you would TOTALLY kill on lip sync battle? Own it.

22. If you like makeup/skincare, go to your local sephora or drugstore that has a beauty section. Sephora does free mini makeovers if it’s not busy. At the drugstore makeup counter, ask the beauty questions that you’ve wanted answers to.

23. Remember to say “no.” Declining to do a favour or go on an outing you can’t currently justify or afford does not make you a bad person. It means you have boundaries and deserve respect.

24. Watch some game shows. Lots of channels have them, and there’s plenty of compilations on youtube.

25. Let it out in writing. Sometimes having it all out in black and white can make solutions easier to realize.

I believe in you all! Remind yourself that you’re a good person, and a bad bitch 💕

how to cheer up your little when they’re sad!

🐻talk to them about what’s bothering them! you should aaaalways do this (if your little wants to talk about it, don’t force them to!) sometimes, you just need to get it out!!

🐻pull them into your lap and bounce them! daddy calls it “horsie” cause it feels like i’m riding a horse! it’ll make your baby giggle sooo fast

🐻bounce them while holding them! it’s like a real baby (not that we aren’t all real babies!!) it’s so soothing and soemtimes i fall asleep when daddy does it 😪

🐻tickle them! if your little is comfortable with it, tickling them is always a fast way to cheer your baby up!

🐻wrap them in their favourite blankie! soft blankies = eternal happiness

🐻make the voices for their stuffies! my daddy does this sometimes: hold their stuffies up to them or near them, and make the stuffie talk to them! have your little answer questions and give their stuffie hugs, too!

🐻cuddle them! this one is kind of a no-brainer, but i thought i’d add it anyway—cuddles always make me feel better 😇

🐻give them a bath! if you and your little are comfortable with it, baths are always super soothing. let them play with bath toys while you wash their hair and scrub their back! pro tip: tell them you’re washing the sadness away, that honestly works for me…i don’t know why

🐻play with them! tag, hide n seek, dollies, cars, colour..anything! it’ll definitely make your baby smile!

🐻sippies, pacis… prepare them a drink in their sippy cup or their favourite cup, pop a paci in their mouth or your thumb, and (if they use them) put them in their coziest diapers! then, to top it all off, put them in a onesie or your clothes! super comforting! sometimes i put baby lotion on on top of all this, it always makes me feel soooo little 😍

🐻play peek-a-boo or patty cake! it’ll make your baby feel too little to be sad hehe

🐻play their favourite song or video! there’s this one video/song called MitchiriNeko March that ALWAYS works. it’s also a great way to put me into littlespace 💗

🐻talk to them in your carer voice & baby talk them! i speak from experience, it literally always works when my daddy does this. he says things like “who’s daddy’s little girl?” and “hi baby!!!” (little me likes it when daddy is excited to see her) and “tell daddy what’s bothering you.” (in which he pulls me into his lap and cradles me)

🐻put them down for a nap! sometimes all we need is some sleep to feel better💗

🐻put on their favourite movie or show, or watch a new one with them! distracting them from what’s bothering them is sometimes the only thing that will work.

🐻play their favourite video game with them! once again, distraction = key

what to do if you are feeling gross

so sometimes I’m just sitting around being lazy, watching tv or getting distracted by internet things, or I’ve eaten too much or I’ve just had a super long day. and sometimes I’m even aware of how much of a blob I am being, I’m sure this happens to other people, too. anyways I wanted to share this little list to motivate me/others to stop being a blob:

1. very very first thing. shut off your internet. put all the tv and stuff out of reach. this is really important, but you will feel 100% better afterwards.

2. uncover your windows, let natural light filter in. if you can/want to open them, that’s also fantastic. it really helps lighten your mood, always makes me feel more connected with the rest of the world.

3. put on some music. it’s ok to use your phone/computer for this, but remember to just keep it away from arm’s reach. also, you can use whatever music you’d like, but I suggest something soft, like Frank Sinatra or Beegie Adair or Jack Johnson.

4. take a walk. look at the colors and plants people surround themselves with. pick out houses/buildings you like. look at the sky, listen to what’s going on around you. I don’t generally listen to music for this because I like to feel grounded when I walk, but if you’re more of a song person that’s okay, too. it’s really easy to forget how long it’s been since you’ve had some fresh air.

5. take a bath. if it’s hot out, turn on a fan and cool down the room so you’re all cosy in the water, put in some bubbles and scents. grab a book or magazine. exfoliate, do your nails, put on a face mask. throw yourself a little spa day. when you get out, put on lotion, put on new underwear and soft, comfy clothing.

6. make your favourite cup of tea or coffee, or maybe pour yourself some lemonade or just cold water is fine too.

7. go sit in a common area of your house, like a living room or dining table. if you’re not home alone and don’t want to be bothered, gently voice it to the people around you or go sit somewhere else where you feel comfortable and relaxed. just get out of the same walls, find a change of scenery. you could even leave and go to a café or a park if you’d like.

8. do some writing/doodling. whenever this happens, I always like to use a spare piece of printer paper or something not connected to a notebook so I’m less attached to it and less likely to care about the way it looks. let the pen do its own thing, don’t worry about messing up. if you feel that you’re getting frustrated, step away and do something else.

9. make some lists. this is one of my favourite pastimes. list nice things that you’ve seen recently that you think you’ll forget later on. list little details of your dreams, list things you want to do in your favourite season, list recipes you’d like to try. the possibilities are endless.

10. cook/bake something. important reminders—if you don’t find this relaxing, don’t do it!! find another hobby that you love where you can enjoy doing something productive. also, even if you’re making something fantastic, be sure not to snack too much or overeat (I’m very prone to this). you could also make something for a friend or a neighbour!! people always enjoy a heartfelt craft made by someone who cares.

11. catch up with an old friend or family member. ask them out for coffee or something, it’s always nice to talk. trust me, they will very much appreciate you reaching out.

12. write a letter to someone. you do not have to send it.

13. go to a park and look at the flowers or sit in the grass. grab a sketchbook, some sudoku, a book, a puzzle, your thoughts, or anything else you could tinker with while enjoying the fresh air. something to make your brain work a little.


there’s more, of course, but this is all I can really come up with at the moment—I hope it works! now get off that web and have a good time!!

anonymous asked:

I just had a piece of cheesecake and it sparked a thought about sitting on the kitchen floor at 3 AM and sharing a cheesecake with Harry at the early stages of the relationship, sharing thoughts about life and what we'd want it to be. Talking about the idea of having a future together and what kind of wedding we'll have or names for the kids but all in hypothetical sense so we end up laughing and kissing with the sweet taste of the cheesecake still in our mouths.

He’s always loved her kitchen.

It’s small and fitting to her tiny flat and it joins on to her living room and it’s not large and it didn’t make him feel lonely, like his would do at 3 in the morning. It’s full of trinkets and it looks like it belongs on a page on Pinterest and it follows a scheme of red and white, with a few blacks thrown in, and there isn’t a hint of a dirty dish, except the plate they were sneaking pieces of cheesecake off, or a used glass, all but the tea mugs they were sipping out of, in sight. It’s warm, too, and he doesn’t feel the need to wrap up in a thick blanket or grab the black hoodie he’d thrown over the back of one of her dining table chairs upon his arrival the previous morning. The tiles don’t numb his bum to the point where he can’t feel it and his toes don’t feel like they’re going to fall off into chunks of ice and there isn’t a single goosebump appearing anywhere on his skin.

It wasn’t where he expected them to be, at 3 in the morning, but he had no complaints. Devouring a homemade Millionaire’s Shortbread cheesecake between themselves, one that was made for a party  that had been cancelled last minute, chocolate ganache clinging to their lips and crumbs, from the biscuit base, falling to the floor. He’s know her for 6 months, bagged her as his own just a little under 3 weeks ago… and she’s never looked more beautiful to him. Her hair stuck up in one of the messiest ponytails he’d ever seen, her body clad in a pair of white sleep shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt that was a too large on her torso, and she had a face free of make-up. And even with chocolate beginning to clump at the corners of her lips, he was even more infatuated with her.

“Did I do good? Would Adie have liked this cheesecake?”

“She’d have been asking for more,” Harry grins, his teeth a little stained with the thick chocolate that hadn’t quite been devoured and introduced to his tastebuds, “it’s delicious. I never knew you were quite the baker.”

“You’re not the only one who used to be a baker, Styles,” she teases, nudging her foot against his with a smirk residing her lips. Only just being visible to his eyes.

“Ah-ah. Correction. I was the cashier of a bakery, I’ll have you know. I did pretty good. Gained a talent of slipping money from the tray,” he snickers, “I’m not all good voice and better looks. I have a talent for slipping the correct change out of a cash register and handing it over. You, my dear, are the baker between the two of us. A bloody good baker, if I do say so myself.”

Her cheeks flush pink and she couldn’t be more thankful for the darkened room around her. The minimal light being enough to hide the heat that flowed around her face.

“I didn’t do any baking for this though. It’s just mixing, pouring, spreading and using the fridge.”

“Well, Adie’s missing out on a lot,” he digs his fork into the circular edge of the cheesecake and pulls a piece free, the chocolate stringy and sticking to his chin as he wrapped his lips around the metal cutlery, “it’s so good. You’ll be on dessert duty whenever we have house parties or whenever we’re invited to mum’s for the weekend. If you can make a Christmas pudding, then, to my mum, we’re practically married.”

There’s a silence that swallows the room. Comfortable and relaxing rather than uncomfortable and wishing the ground would swallow them whole. The occasional scrape of forks against the china as they took more mouthfuls of the cheesecake that had slowly gone from a whole circle to a semi-circle with chunks taken out of everywhere.

“Do you-”

“You know-”

There’s soft giggles that erupt from within them as he pushes the plate of cheesecake to the side and shuffles towards her, taking up the space beside her and resting back against the cupboard. A knee bent up as his other straightened out, warm toes curling around hers as her head lulls to his shoulder.

“You first,” she whispers, slipping the fork back between her lips to lick the remnants of the dessert left behind, “you can go first.”

“Do you maybe, uh, do you maybe want to spend Christmas with me this year? I know it’s a bit early to think about, or even agree to, considering we’ve only really been together for 3 weeks but I’d really like to spend it with you,” his head tilts to the side, his cheek pressed against her head as her hand came to rest upon his thigh, “granted we’re together then. We could do two Christmases, if you really wanted to. We could spend Christmas with my family and then we could do New Years with yours. Or the other way around. I mean, no one has really made any plans because it’s only July and December isn’t for another 5 months but it’s good to get early planning in, right? Or we cou-”

“Shut up,” she giggles, lifting her head up to look at him, “if it’s okay with your family, and if there’s some space at the dining table, and enough to go around, then I’d really like that. My parents are always away for the Christmas holidays and I originally go to Adie’s place because we usually have Christmas dinner together.”

“That works out then,” he looks down at her, “what did you want to say?”

She shakes her head and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“No, come on. Tell me,” she feels a nudge to her side and a sheepish smile appears on her lips, “tell me, love. Never know what I’ll say if you don’t tell me.”

“It’s nothing now. I promise,” she hides her face in his neck and shakes her head, “I was just going to tell you how I feel right now. How this feels so right and how I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else. I don’t have any guy just come in here and sit with me in my kitchen and eat some of the cheesecake I made for a cancelled dinner-party,” she feels an arm snake around her shoulders and she cosies up closer into his side, throwing a leg over his thighs, “I just wanted you to know that. I think you’re the first guy who’s stayed the night. The first guy I’ve ever had, I suppose. Unless you count male friends. But that’s never for anything. Jus-”

“Hey, shut up,” he mocks, his lips pressing against her forehead, “I’m honoured. I plan on being the only guy you ever bring back here, you know that, yeah? Excluding your male friends, of course.”

“I wouldn’t want that any other way,” she hums in content and clenches her toes, “the right side of my bed? I want it to be your side. I want your body dent in my mattress. I want your smell on the pillow. The bedside table on that side? That’s yours to fill with whatever. I want boxes of condoms in the draw and an extra charger because you’ll always forget that and a bottle of your cologne on the top because you know it’s my favourite scent of yours,” she pulls her head from his neck and looks at him, “I want you to pick a favourite coffee cup and claim it as yours for whenever you stay over and I want you to leave clothes here, or boots in my hallway cupboard, so that you never have to leave to get more.”

“I want to leave a bottle of my shampoo in your shower, maybe some body-wash of mine, and get a toothbrush for when I stay here, because I can’t keep using yours, no matter how many times you say it’s okay,” he snickers, his nose nudging hers softly, “I want to ‘accidentally’ leave my favourite hoodie here, or leave my gym trainers here, so that I have to come here, to knock on your front door, to get them and to see you before I get busy with my day.”

Her nose pinches in disgust.

“And leave my hallway cupboard with the smell of your stinky shoes? No thank you.”

“My shoes don’t smell, you nutter.”

She snickers and pushes up from the floor, straddling his lap as she perched on his thighs, hands held tightly in his as she laced her fingers through his slender digits.

“I want to do this more often, you know? I want you to stay over more, and I want to stay over at your place, and I want to cuddle because you make me feel less lonely when I don’t have anyone around,” she admits, “I want us to watch reruns of Friends on a Sunday or your favourite rom-coms because you hate not watching the unexpected and like knowing what’s coming. I want to wake up to your pretty face in the morning and say goodbye to you when you have to leave me for work.”

He smiles and nods into the darkness.

“Think that sounds absolutely perfect. Life sounds so good when you’re involved,” he squeezes her hands, “god bless the day you spilt coffee all over my new boots.”

“Don’t remind me!” xx

Bucky the Jerk, Part 1

Bucky the Jerk, part 1

Hi. So I decided to put my obsession to good use and write a Bucky x Reader thing. If It plops i can always disappear into the night. Please let me know if you like it and just what you think.

I only have two or three, well maximum four chapters left to write, with five done, and I’m itching to share. 

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary: Just premise :) Bucky is a bit of a dick.

Mornings at the Avengers Compound were among your favourite things in the world. Tony sure knew where to build - the enourmous floor-length glass windows at the common area and the adjoining kitchen showcased the vast valley before the Tower. And you, not an early bird by any means, loved to get up before sunrise and munch on something, looking over the hills and trees, as light filled the rooms.

Your friends and colleagues rarely joined you, if only you all had an early mission - sunrise was too much even for superheroes.

That Saturday you sat on the counter, as always, swinging your legs back and forth, a cup of tea in your hand. You didn’t bother dressing up - nobody would be awake anyway. You sat there in the first clothes that were close by, when you hurried out of your room to catch the sun rising. You were also glad that nobody could see you like this - hair in disarray, and only a black tank top and knickers as your outfit. You weren’t the shyest person in the world, but it was no plan of yours to let anyone see your soft, not sporty or trained, like Natasha’s, legs.

You sighed with pleasure, looking out the window. It was so nice to just be yourself every once in awhile, to not have to suck your tummy in near Natasha and Wanda, to look even remotely as good. You leaned back on your elbows, almost lying down on the counter, cup of tea next to you.

Unknown to you, another visitor stepped into the kitchen. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone there, but least of all you. Bucky always wanted to flee when you were left alone with him in a room, but if unnoticed he allowed himself a few glances. He stood in the doorway and slid his eyes over your relaxed form. Your hair always enamored him, but he was still motionless. When his gaze reached your naked legs though, he shifted uncomfortably against the door

When you heard a shuffle behind you, you whipped around, knocking the cup to the floor.

“Godammit, Barnes!” you huffed, your heart jumping violently in your chest, and slid to the floor to pick up the pieces. “You need a freaking bell around your neck!”

Why does it have to be him this early in the day? You thought desperately.

He just stood there in the doorframe, his mouth slightly agape, looking like it was you who scared him.

You didn’t care to care though.

“Ugh,” you collected the pieces and went to throw them out, “It was my favourite cup.”

He moved a bit closer, the same idiotic look plastered across his face.

“What?” You snapped.

“Nothing, Y/N,”  he shifted again and averted his eyes when you kneeled down in front of the puddle “Just… Nice outfit.”

You realised what happened and instantly felt your cheeks flare up. Oh god, why, WHY didn’t you put on a bra and some pants? Lazy little shit… You kept mentally chastising yourself, when you heard him speak.

“What are you doing up so early anyway?” He leaned on the doorframe and you thought he avoided your eyes when you looked up. He looked annoyed still, and this time you felt a pang of anger. Why is he annoyed with you?

“Got up to see the sunrise. What are you even doing up so early?”

You dumped the last glass pieces into the trash and went to mop the floor with paper towels, effectively ignoring his sour gaze.

“Never took you for an early bird.” He said, disregarding your question.

“I’m not,” you said, crossing your arms, mirroring him and staring him down.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Are you going to apologise?”

“For what? Getting up for some water?”

“You scared me,” you bit out, “And I broke my cup.”

He rolled his eyes, and his expression changed slightly, now to a teasing one. Oh, hell no. You weren’t gonna let him make fun of you again, like he did for the past seven months since you joined.

You pushed past him and went to your room, anticipating a glorious fucking day.

***

Even superheroes need a breather, and Saturday was that. Tony was out somewhere, but everyone else was lounging around the tower. You were cuddled up in a blanket at the common area, reading, with Nat and Wanda watching a movie on the other couch.

Wanda kept looking over to you though, not really paying attention to the screen. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Ok, Y/N, if you don’t tell us what’s wrong I’m gonna have to breach your privacy.” she tapped her temple.

“What?” You looked up from the book, not even sure you remembered the last words you just read.

“See? I’m telling you she’s distracted.” Wanda told Nat, and she nodded, “Spill it.”

“Oh, it’s been spilt.” You felt an urge to giggle at your own hilarious pun, but the girls just looked at each other.

“Y/N…” Natasha started carefully, “Who got you? We know something happened, it’s like there’s a storm cloud over your head.”

You sighed and closed the book, frowning at your friends.

“Fine.”

Natasha smiled ever so slightly, and you even though that maybe you imagined it.

“It’s fucking Barnes.”

“Told you!” Natasha jumped up and laughed, and Wanda rolled her eyes, “You don’t need any psychic powers to know who upset her apple cart!”

“What are you on about?” You asked, kicking off the blanket, suddenly hot.

“We  just…” Wanda coughed and Natasha sat down next to her, changing her tone, “We just know you two don’t really get along. Which remind me, why is that?”

“Don’t ask me, he’s the one who’s got a problem with me. It’s every time, for all these months  he keeps teasing me, and making fun of me, and in the field he always makes sure we’re together, just so that he can ridicule how inadequate I am!”

“You sure that’s the problem, love?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t see any other explanation. You’d think in seven months he’d get used to me. You all did…”

Natasha was trying not to burst out laughing, and you took it as her making fun of your misery. You didn’t care though, Nat was kind to you and you were close, so you couldn’t care less if she found Bucky’s childish behavior hilarious.

“What are you girl gossiping about?” Came Sam’s voice from behind you.

“Hey Sammy,” Natasha stretched her back, “Nothing. Just trying to cheep Y/N up.”

“Aww, what happened baby?” He leaned over the back of your loveseat and lightly pinched your cheeks.

Wanda laughed, and you tried to squirm away.

“Ok, Sam, you know what? I appreciate the sentiment, but when you concentrate on my cheeks, it makes me feel like a hamster - not a baby.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, with all seriosness, “The cutest hamster baby.”

Now Nat couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer, and Sam kept talking to you in a baby voice. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled, and he didn’t keep his balance from all the laughing, falling right in your lap over the top of the couch.

You giggled yourself now, cradling his head.

“You idiot.”

“See? I cheered her up in a flash, and all I had to do was fall over a couch. Amateurs.” He mockingly scoffed at the girls.

“You guys seem to be having fun.”

Yes, you were, right up until you heard that husky voice that meant no good.

You straightened out and refused to look back, to where Barnes stood. You just caressed Sam’s hair, forgetting in your rage momentarily what was even happening.

The plague of your life walked around the loveseat and looked the scene over.

“What… Um, what’s this?” He motioned to you and Sam.

“Nothing!” Wanda replied before you could even come up with a poisonous comment. “We’re just fooling around. Trying to make Y/N feel better - someone’s upset her.”

Wanda held her gaze on Barnes for a few moments, but he just gave you and Sam another glare and walked away.

“Dick.”

You couldn’t help yourself, and when you said it, all three of them started laughing.

Bucky walked away to his room, huffing, fuming and trying to come up with a good enough comment for the next time he saw you.

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🌹 ASKS FOR LITTLES 🌹

1. Do you have a Daddy/Mommy/Caregiver?

2. Do you have a favourite stuffie?

3. What’s the name of the first stuffie you got?

4. Who is your favourite Disney Character?

5. Do you have rules from your Daddy/Mommy/Caregiver?

6. What’s your least favourite rule?

7. What’s your favourite cartoon?

8. Do you have a paci?

9. Do you have any cute pets?

10. What’s your favourite colour?

11. Do you have a favourite blankie?

12. What’s your favourite Disney song?

13. What’s your favourite bedtime story?

14. What do you like most about being little?

15. What makes you go into little space?

16. Would you be little 24/7 if you could?

17. Do other people irl know you’re little?

18. What’s your favourite little space snack?

19. Do you have a favourite onesie?

20. What’s your thoughts about diapers?

21. Do you wear diapers?

22. Do you like superheroes?

23. Who is your favourite superhero?

24. What is your little age?

25. What things do you do in little space?

26. When did you know you was a little?

27. If daddies/mommies/caregivers had rules, what would they be?

28. Do you have a bedtime?

29. What’s your favourite thing your daddy/mommy/caregiver does for you in little space?

30. Do you have a little best friend?

31. Do you have any games/apps on your phone for when you’re in little space? What are they called?

32. Do you have a favourite sippy cup?

33. How many sippy cups do you have?

34. Have you ever been to Disney world?

35. Do you like Barbie movies?

36. What’s your favourite animal?

34. Do you have bath toys?

35. What’s your favourite thing about the cglre community?

36. Do you have a plate and cutlery set?

37. Do you have a divided plate?

38. What’s your favourite drink to have in little space?

39. Do you like dinosaurs?

40. What’s your favourite dinosaur?

41. Have you ever been to the zoo with your daddy/mommy/caregiver?

42. Do you dress little in public?

43. Have you ever called your partner daddy/mommy/caregiver in public?

44. What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?

45. What’s your favourite sweeties?

46. Do you like stickers?

47. What’re your favourite sticker?

48. Do you have a favourite colouring book?

49. Do you like to colour in crayons/felt pens or coloured pencils?

50. What advice would you give to new littles in the cglre community?

Arts inspired Asks!
  • Painting: If you could decorate a house, which colours would you paint the walls?
  • Sketch: When you doodle, what do you draw the most?
  • Sculpture: Do you have any figurines in your bedroom?
  • Film: When did you last go to the cinema? What did you see?
  • Photography: Do you use Instagram often?
  • Pigments: What did you wear today?
  • Literature: What's the last book you read?
  • Music: What's the last song you listened to?
  • Ceramics: Do you have a favourite cup/mug?
  • Theatre: Do you prefer plays or musicals?
  • Dance: Have you ever had dance lessons?
  • Architecture: If you could live in any kind of building, which would you pick?
Seven Minutes In Heaven (With Seventeen)

Summary: A simple little party in someone’s basement while their parents weren’t home. A simple little game meant for horny preteens trying to get to second base. It’s not supposed to be make or break for your heart, right? Right? Fluff. Multi-chap. 

(A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if any of my followers remember Quizilla. But Quizilla was my first ever fanfiction website. And long before I was writing fanfiction and posting it there, I was reading. And obviously, with a name like Quizilla, the primary formatting of their website was quizzes. This meant that the fanfic writers there actually came up with something very creative - a choose your own adventure style fanfic, usually seven minutes in heaven. I saw these everywhere. If you were in a fandom at the time then there was a 99% chance that a seven minutes in heaven quiz existed for that fandom. Most of the ones I read at the time were about Harry Potter. So anyway I’ll probably explain more about this concept if asked, but I think you’ll get it as you go along. If you have read the Quizilla ones then you’ll get it right off the bat. I’ve always always always wanted to do one of these and I thought Seventeen was the perfect fandom to do it for. I’m gonna have so much fun with this. I think the only warnings are under aged drinking and light promiscuity?? Whatever have fun reading. This is just the prelude before all the individual members parts, but I do recommend reading for set up. -Tanisha<3)

You got invited to parties like this more often than you went to them. You found it more boring going out like this than anything. Your friend group had an odd mixture of people who were of the drinking age and just under, leaving you all with an odd conundrum - the older ones buying alcohol (never anything too heavy) and simply watching in amusement of how the younger ones couldn’t hold their illegal booze. This always gave these parties a distinctly ‘teenage’ vibe. Usually in someone’s basement, or in a dark backyard when parents weren’t home, with Top 40 music blasting in the background for people to embarrass themselves to.

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Bucky the Jerk, part 2

HI GUYS

ok, um, HOW WHAT!!!

so many people liked the first part and some even reblogged it and all of you wonderful precious pandas want to be tagged - my heart will explode!!

thank you all so much! I bring you chapter 2, with even more jerkiness and general confusion :) Please let me know what you think!

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary and warnings: A bit more of Bycku being a dick. nothing to warm about yet :)

Nat and Wanda wouldn’t leave your side all day long, with Sam occasionally appearing out of nowhere to pull a face at you.
You felt a little bit better, almost altogether forgetting about the idiot who made your life at the Tower hell.

You often tried to piece together everything that happened between you and Barnes - every jab, every insult, every condescending smirk. But you couldn’t understand why in the world he’d act like that. Everyone else accepted you right away. He was there with Steve, Tony, and Wanda when they took you out of the Asylum.

“You don’t think I’m nuts?” you asked Wanda meekly. She was holding you up with Steve or Barnes constantly hovering around, ready to catch your weak, tortured body.
“I know you’re not, sweetheart. Thank fuck for Tony finding out about this… We’re gonna take care of you, I promise.”

Those memories of early days often flooded your mind. Your strange powers weren’t exactly useful to the team, as it seemed at first, but then you proved yourself on quite a few occasions and became an irreplaceable asset to them.

Everyone seemed to like you, take care of you while you were still weak, help you adjust. Everyone except him - fucking Barnes.

At first, you thought he was kinda cute, and his demeanor was just a sulk, which Steve confirmed. But then everyone else started noticing it too - he would barely talk to you, and if he did - it was always something rude. He always made fun of the things you wore, teased you relentlessly about everything. Books you read, how much you slept, your beautiful colourful teacups, one of which he made you break. The other members tried to protect you, appalled at his sudden cruelty - but he dismissed it all as “harmless fun”. You got on really well with Nat and Wanda, and sometimes Sam and Steve would also join you three to hang out. They all said he never acted like this with anyone. Sulk - sure, his past was enough for him to want to be alone a lot and to have a less than sunny disposition. But him picking you out to make fun was just strange.

It went on like that for a couple of months - him being a dick, the team being a bridge between you two, or at least trying. But then, two closest people to you - Wanda and Natasha - suddenly stopped trying to protect you and let him poke his fun at you. You were sad and angry and couldn’t open your mouth to ask them why, but then, in a huff of defiance, decided it would build your character - and started answering him with equally nasty remarks.

But sometimes, like today, he still got to you no matter the tough exterior you build especially for his shitty behavior. He didn’t even say anything that nasty - but he made you break your favourite cup and didn’t apologise, which sounded ridiculous when you thought about it. But there was something so intimate in that moment, you on the counter, sunrise, tea… And then he came in and ruined it. And your cup too!

In the early afternoon you, Wanda and Nat still sat in the common area, when Steve with a towel on his shoulder passed by.

“Hey Steve, are you going to the gym?” Nat called after him.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Gotta keep in shape.”

You all rolled your eyes at that - yes, that’s exactly what a genetically enhanced super-soldier needs - a workout to keep in shape.

“Mind if we join you?” Natasha asked, standing up.

Your eyes went wide.

“Uuh, sure. We can all spar, it’ll be fun.”

You gulped.

“Fun?”

“Come on, Y/N, you said you wanted to get stronger. Why not start now?”

“But… now is so soon.”

You tried to crawl away, but Natasha and Wanda got you up and made you go to your room and change. They made sure to change themselves with the speed of light, so they could wait for you at your door and make sure you don’t run off.

“What’s this?” Natasha gestured to your clothes when you came out.

“Why, what’s wrong?” You examined yourself.

Wanda giggled.

“Ok, Y/N, I have a question - are you, quite possibly, a nun?”

“No.” You furrowed your brow.

“Then I repeat - what. the hell. is this?” She waved her arms around, indicating what a disaster your workout outfit was.

“Come on Nat, it’s not like it’s very different from her usual clothes.” Wanda tried to defend you.

“Yeah, exactly!” Natasha half-yelled, “Why is it all so baggy and five sizes too big? Do we need to take you shopping?”

“Oh god, please don’t,” You shriveled up internally. Anything but shopping.

“Just… why is it so baggy?” She picked at your large flannel shirt, that covered you almost to the knees.

“It’s comfy! Doesn’t obstruct any movements. What, is there some other hidden functionality gym clothes need to have that I am not aware of?”

“Did you pick up that sarcasm from Bucky?”

You only scoffed and followed them to the gym.

Steve was already running on the treadmill, and he had music playing all through the room.

Wanda and Natasha got you stretching, explaining carefully what you needed to do. Nat was supervising, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything.  

After a few sets of stretches, pull-ups and other horrible things you never in a million years wished to do, Steve joined you.

He didn’t say anything about your long, oversized shirt, and you were incredibly grateful.

“You’re doing great, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Steve. You’re always so kind.”

He smiled his perfect genuine smile - and made you believe in humanity once again. You were in a pretty good mood, endorphins from the exercise filling your body, surrounded by caring friends - when the gym door banged open and shut, and you felt your heart sink. No, no, it could be anyone, right?

But of course, of fucking course! It had to by Bucky fucking Barnes.

He passed you, nodding to Steve, and hopped on a treadmill. He wore black sweatpants and a matching black tank top, and you thought very quietly to yourself, that if he weren’t such a tremendous dickwad he would be quite delicious.

“Shall we spar?” You turned to Steve, suddenly feeling that fury again.

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Uuhhh, you sure?” Wanda asked. She was sitting on a mat near you.

“Yeah, I mean, Steve said we could, right?” You motioned to him and he nodded enthusiastically, “I know I’m shit, I’m not strong and I don’t have any combat training, but you know - don’t smash me into a wall and maybe I’ll learn something.”

Steve chuckled and got into a stance, starting to explain to you what to do.

As you two moved together, Steve grasping you by the waist or shoulders, shifting you around and correcting your stances, you heard the treadmill speed up and up.

Pay him no mind. You thought.
You heard Barnes’ metal arm whirring violently, as he ran and ran.

You concentrated on Steve’s movements and Natasha’s explanations and found that you quite liked it. Even if it wasn’t exactly exercise, it was still going to make you stronger and not completely helpless in the field, if you had to fight hand-to-hand. Just as Steve picked you up over his head to show you some complicated movement, Barnes walked towards the exit. He was breathing hard, sweat running down his face and right arm, his left metal one glistening at the shoulder.

PAY HIM NO MIND.

You concentrated once again on Steve’s hands and Nat’s voice and felt Steve’s fingers graze your tender ribs.You erupted in a fit of giggles, ticklish to no end. Just as you wriggled your feet and laughed, Steve, trying not to laugh himself, Barnes walked past you and sneered at the scene.

“Yeah, Y/N, laugh in the face of an attacker - that’ll get you to safety!”

You felt your heart explode with rage.

Steve carefully put you down, for you were writhing and kicking, and you ran full speed at Barnes.

“What in the hell is your fucking problem, Barnes?!”

He looked at you with an astonished smile, and then looked to your friends as if saying “Is she serious?”. At least that’s what your clouded mind read in his expression.

“It’s every day, every time you see me, almost since the day I came here - jab after jab! What is it so wrong with me that you can’t stand to walk past and be silent, or, god forbid,” you dramatically put your hands up, “be civil to me?”

His expression got stern.

“Not from the first day.”

“What?” You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling, from yelling at him and getting so worked up. Oh, he could push your buttons like nobody else.

“I said,” he seethed, “Not. From the first. Day.”

“Fine.” You finally caught your breath, “If you remember the precise day and time of your first insulting comment - let me know, I’ll send you a postcard.”

You heard Natasha giggle and wondered half-heartedly, why they didn’t interject yet.

You suddenly felt really tired.

“I just… Really wanted to get along with you.”

His expression changed from what you thought was contempt to what you thought was bafflement - the man was impossible to read.

“Hard to, though, with you being such a tremendous dick.”

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Forgotten Moments

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Requested: Yes

Anon: I have a request for Sherlock x Reader if you feel up for it. Maybe like one day Sherlock does an experiment on one of the readers favorite things they own and so the reader gets angry and Sherlock has to make it up to her? I would love it if you wrote this but I understand if you don’t.

A/N: Here it is! Thank you all so much for supporting my first Sherlock fic, I hope this one meets your expectations! I’m sorry if it is not very good… Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! Enjoy!

*****

You open the door to the flat, expecting to see a typing Watson with an observing Holmes looking over his shoulder, but instead, you were greeted by a bloody living room and a pacing Sherlock, drenched head to toe in the red substance.
You spot John in a somewhat clean corner, looking extremely fed up.

“Sherlock!” you say loudly, trying to grab the attention of your boyfriend. “What is going on here? It looks like a crime scene!”

“Experiment.” he simply replies as if it were obvious, tending back to the severed head that was sitting on the floor. The head that you hadn’t noticed before. The head that was sitting right beside a disheveled looking body. It looked freshly dead. How you knew, you weren’t exactly sure, you just picked up a few things after spending enough time around Sherlock.

Your eyes widened and you glanced at John, locking eyes with him. Silent words were exchanged and you both sighed at the same time. This was quite normal behaviour for Sherlock.

“Where did you-” John starts before Sherlock cuts him off.

“Molly let me take it. I call him John.”

It was John’s turn to look at you in shock as his eyes widened.

“Doe.” Sherlock then says, releasing John from his state of terror.

“Ah, alrighty then… you don’t even know who this person is.” John mutters the last part under his breath. “Well, couldn’t you have had the decency to leave it at the morgue?!”

“Relax John, at least he hasn’t blown up the flat again,” you say, maneuvering yourself so that you avoided the blood covering the floor while searching for a mop. You sigh again as you examine the flat drenched in blood. “Though Sherlock, maybe you should consider laying down a towel or a few sheets over the floor and furniture the next time you decide to do a messy experiment-”

You stop in your tracks when you spy something out of the corner of your eye. Your heart sinks when you realize that your favourite jumper underneath the head, soaking up the excess blood.

“Sherlock!” you shout, startling both Sherlock and John. “You used my jumper as a freaking towel?”

“I’m sorry?” Sherlock answers with a look of confusion and your heart breaks a little at the sound of his voice. He really didn’t know what he had wrecked.

“And it’s ripped!”

“I needed to cover more surface area, besides, it’s just a jumper (Y/N), you have plenty. Heck, you could wear one of John’s and people wouldn’t even question whether or not it was yours.”

John nods, before realizing that he had just been insulted and his face contorted into a frown.

“Hey! I am proud of my taste in jumpers!” he exclaims. “But even I am a little confused. What’s so special about this particular jumper?”

You sigh. It was true that you might’ve been overreacting but you held that jumper close to your heart because…

“It was the first gift Sherlock had ever given me,” you whisper, eyeing the stained jumper sadly. “Sure, at that time it was simply an act of kindness, not love. A Christmas gift. But I wanted to keep it as a memory, sort of like a memento that would mark the baby steps of our relationship.”

Sherlock blinks and cocks his head to the side as if he was trying to remember. You look at him sadly when his infamous face of realization remains absent.

“Hmm. I can’t seem to remember ever giving you that jumper. Hell, I don’t even remember buying it.” he says and your sadness turns into anger, your face turning a light shade of red.

“How could you not remember?” you yell, close to tears. “Maybe it is stupid that that jumper meant so much to me, but again, maybe you’re just too inhumane to understand.”

Sherlock looks taken aback but he doesn’t admit that he’s sorry.

“Look, (Y/N), I’ve told you this before. Only useful things go into my mind. You fill your head up with rubbish like memories and feelings, while I delete them because they are not important. That’s the difference between me and everyone else.”

You look at the man in front of you and sigh. You thought that you would then be the one who could fix him. That you were the one that would save him from the monster within. It was a long shot back then, but now, you weren’t sure if there was even anything left to save.

“I’m not sure if you remember, but this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this,” you say, turning your back to him, your hair flying like a whip. You head towards your room, regardless of blood in your way. At this point, you simply didn’t care.

“If it involved anything to do with feelings then I probably don’t.” he answers and your tears finally start to fall.

“I expect the flat to be free of blood or dead corpses the next time I walk out of this door,” you say before entering your room. “And Sherlock? You’ve just proved my point; you said ‘delete’, as if you are some soulless machine. Is that all you are? Am I dating a robot? Many people have warned me and I refused to believe them but now? Now, I’m starting to think that’s true.”

You slam the door as Mrs. Hudson walks in.

“Hoohoo - oh my. What’s going on here?”

*****

“You just refuse to lose, don’t you?” John groans as he mops the floor. He glares at Sherlock who was sprawled on his chair, his long limbs dangling almost lifelessly, not bothering to help clean up. “Sherlock!”

“She’s just overreacting!” he finally exclaimed. “She can’t expect me to keep track of every single-”

“And she doesn’t expect you to keep track of everything,” Mrs. Hudson interrupts from behind. Sherlock glares at her for interrupting him but he doesn’t say anything. “She’s not angry at you for destroying her sweater, well she is but she’s more hurt from the fact that you don’t care. She knows that you lack some compassion and therefore she is forgiving and willing to let some things go, but you also have to give in to complete your side of the deal, it’s about balance.”

“I’m sorry, but what do you know about relationships? Your last one ended badly and I ensured his execution!”

Mrs. Hudson looked a little hurt by Sherlock’s outburst but she didn’t say a thing for she assumed that this was probably one of the only relationships he had ever had and was still getting used to everything.

“Well, at least Mrs. Hudson doesn’t go around burning gifts like deer stalkers and violins. A freaking violin, Sherlock! She gave you a violin and you loved it, then you just turn around and set it to flames?” John exclaims, letting his mop drop to the floor.

“I forgot she gave them to me, besides, they were experiments.”

“And that one time you put a stray eyeball in her cup of tea. She freaked and dropped her favourite cup!” Mrs. Hudson adds in.

Sherlock scoffs, “That was on her, she broke it.”

John shakes his head and points his finger at Sherlock, making sure he looked him in the eye. “As Mrs. Hudson said, she’s more hurt because you do not bother to remember or empathize or even admit you’re sorry. From now on, the least you could try to do is remember. Moments, and feelings. In the end that’s all we have left in life Sherlock. And she knows that. I know you love her, so go and prove it to her. Show her that you do remember, care and cherish moments-”

“But I don’t-”

“Yes, you do. Somewhere in that thick head of yours are forgotten moments that you’ve decided to lock up. I know you haven’t deleted them, Sherlock. Now let her know too.”

And that’s when Sherlock realized that John was right.

“Possibly for the first time in his life,” Sherlock mutters under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

*****

“Go away.” you mutter from the floor as Sherlock closes the door gently behind him, trapping you inside your room. Great, he was the last person you wanted to spend time with right now.

He walks over and kneels down in front of you. Your try to avoid eye contact but he lifts your head with his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t want an object to define our relationship. Because objects break, and that is not something I want to see happen to us. I don’t need objects and past moments reminding us of our love because I don’t need to remember that our love is real. Because I know.” he takes a deep breath before continue, his words flowing quickly.

“I may have trouble remembering moments I find silly or unimportant, however it is clear that you don’t think of them the same way I do. And I am willing to do my best to make you happy, even it means remembering every gift given, every moment spent together and giving up an experiment that could’ve been a scientific breakthrough.”

A single tear falls down his cheek and he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m a breaker, (Y/N). I wreck almost everything I touch. Every object, every life, but the one thing I will do my damn hardest not to break is your heart.”

Dating would include – Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Originally posted by hellomikky

Jacob Frye 

  • Well, the two of you usually can be found in the fight club 
  • Eventually you patch up Jacob after his last fight 
  • Or Evie has to take care of both of you 
  • It really depends on your mood 
  • “Yes, Evie. That guy deserved every punch." 
  • But to be honest you two are always up to cause mischief 
  •  ”[Y/N], Jacob, what have you done this time?!“ 
  • "We did nothing! … Oh, that. Yeah, we did that." 
  • Giving each other nicknames … all the time 
  • "Love” - “Angel” - “Dear” - “Could you two stop?!" 
  • Jacob is a big fan of public display of affection 
  • The people need to know you are his better half 
  • … and he would be lost without your kisses 
  • Seriously every kind of kiss 
  • "I want all of them, love." 
  • After a hard mission he needs you wrapped up in his arms 
  • Jacob’s mixed scent of smoke, beer and himself lures you in 
  • "Why do I smell beer on you, Jacob?" 
  • … "I think Evie calls me!" 
  • He makes sure you keep up your training 
  • Driven by his fear to lose you forever 
  • Even if he knows you can handle yourself just fine 
  • Him not being able to take his eyes off of you when you plan your mission 
  • The satisfied smirk on your lips makes his knees weak 
  • "Stop drooling, brother dearest." 
  • Randomly he wraps you up in his arms to get his daily dose of cuddles 
  • The two of you get comfortable on his favourite but little settee 
  • Resting your head on his chest, while his arms hold you close 
  • The closer the better 
  • His steady breathing making you sleepy 
  • "God, you are adorable, love." 
  • The two of you are barely fighting 
  • And if you do, it will be solved in the fight club later 
  • "I’m not going to hit you!" 
  • "Good, then it is going to be easier for me!" 
  • Don’t worry neither of you gets harmed, because you end up in a heated kiss 
  • "I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, [Y/N]." 
  • Evie approves your relationship without a doubt 
  • You are good for Jacob and vice versa 
  • And foremost you make each other happy 
  • Jacob could never think of someone else taking your place 
  • You are the only one he will ever love the way he does right now 
  • And occasionally the Assassin tells you his feelings in an unknown serious tone 
  • "I truly love you with every fibre of my body, love. You accept every flaw I have. You adore every insecurity I have -" 
  • "Shut up and kiss me, Jacob." 
  • Your wish is his command 

Originally posted by diospyros-05

Evie Frye

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Stutterin’ Pete {4} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 

Part 4!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The deed is done, you and Peter have slept together. The real challenge begins, the thoughts of relationships and publicly being a couple spring up. More importantly, can you still be best friends now that you’ve slept together? It’s something you would like to happen more than the one time. Peter seems to agree. Both of you hate hiding it from Ned and Michelle. Neither of you knows exactly what to say to each other or to your friends.

Warnings?: A little smutty. ;)

Originally posted by yourneighborhoodmess

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone. You felt a sharp pang in your chest. Why had Peter left? You looked over at your alarm clock. It was still early enough for you to have a shower and make yourself some breakfast before you had to catch the train.

You fidgeted anxiously at the train stop. Why were you nervous to see Peter? You had never been this nervous to see him. He had always been a source of comfort. But at the moment, you were consumed with the question of why Peter had left. Surely it wasn’t a big deal. Perhaps he had just left to get ready for school?

Or he freaked out and ran, maybe he’ll never speak to you ever again? You shuddered at the thought of your friendship with Peter ending. You didn’t even know what you would do with yourself. No. You and Peter’s relationship was fine. If kissing didn’t do anything to you, sleeping together shouldn’t be that different.

Ugh, who were you kidding..? Losing your virginity was a big deal for pretty much everyone. Let alone losing it to your best friend only a day after your first kiss. You hadn’t even realized how fast you two had moved until you stood away and looked in. But no matter what, you didn’t feel any regret. If it had to be anyone, you wanted it to be Peter.

What if that meant your friendship was over? Would you want it to be someone else then??

Peter never showed up at the train station. You almost didn’t get on the train so consumed with worry for where he was. He didn’t show up for the first half of the school day either. You finally gave in while eating lunch with Ned and Michelle and asked them if they had heard anything.

“Oh yeah he’s-” Ned stopped “At Stark’s.” He said

“Hmm.” Michelle muttered obviously not believing Ned.

“So, the Internship interferes with school now?” You asked raising your brows.

“It’s important work, you know.”

“No, I don’t think we would.” Michelle interjected. “Since he never talks about it.”

“Trust me, okay? Plus, he said he would be here after lunch.” Suddenly you were nervous again.

“Did you do something different to your hair?” You realized Michelle was talking to you.

“Um.. no. Why?” You asked fiddling with the loose strands. Michelle looked you over once more before shrugging.

“I dunno, you just look different.” She said picking at her fries making little red  swirls with her ketchup.

“She’s right. There is something different about you.” Ned agreed.

I’m not a virgin anymore. Is that it? Is it true then? You can tell when someone had “gotten lucky” the night before or lost their virginity..?

“I didn’t do anything.” You said flinching at your defensive tone. You didn’t want to think that You and Peter sleeping together could change anything. Not even your appearance.

You almost didn’t notice him come in. Almost. Plus you had seen him walking across the field from the train stop only minutes before, your heart heavy.  

He plopped down on his stool between you and Ned a couple seconds before the final bell rang signalling the beginning of class. You were relieved when Ms. Warren started right away instead of waiting long enough so that you would have to face Peter. Usually, Peter wouldn’t talk during lessons.

Usually.

“Psst.” He poked your arm with the eraser end of his pencil. You jumped.

“Y-Yeah?” You said not able to look at him he leaned closer to you to make sure no one heard.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I heard your parents moving around in the morning. I didn’t want to get you in trouble so I slipped out.” He whispered. “I really wanted to be there when you woke up.” He said you smiled at how genuine his voice sounded. Turning to look at him finally.

“Good. I thought I had scared you off.” You whispered back.

“If kissing you didn’t scare me off,” He looked around nervously checking if anyone was eavesdropping but you were being quiet enough. “What makes you think sleeping with you would be any different?” He said

“I don’t know because its not kissing..” You said fiddling with your pencil. “It’s… sex.” You said

“Hey,” He reached over and placed a hand on your arm. “I wanted it just as much as you did. I mean, it’s not like you pulled me down that fire escape and into your bed by my ear.” He said you laughed covering your mouth quickly but it was too late. Warren had scoped you and Peter out.

“Peter… Y/N.. Anything you would like to share with the rest of us?”

“No, Ms. Warren. Sorry for interrupting. I just needed an eraser.” You said

“Oh, I didn’t know erasers were so humorous.” She said

“They aren’t ma’am.” You said lowering your head in embarrassment.

“Speaking of things that aren’t I realized that you and Mr. Parker hadn’t handed in yesterdays homework assignment.” She said the class cooed.

“Oh… um..” You gaped. You didn’t even know there was a homework assignment. She wasn’t calling out Ned either so obviously Ned had done it quickly after taking the Death Star home from Peter’s.

“Thirty minutes detention for the two of you after school.” She said you and Peter both nodded, embarrassed and ashamed.

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정국 + “Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am” 아이 러브 유~ (hehe get it? cause ur 유detamaㅎㅎㅎ)

The boy next door is a flirt. His name is Jeon Jungkook, and he has a terrible habit of winking at you, complimenting your outfits, slipping an arm around your waist, anything to bring about that “beautiful blush which I love so much,” as he so often claims. But he has his work cut out for him, you think. After living in neighbouring houses with him for the majority of your lives, you’ve become all but immune to his teasing and coquettish attempts at making you swoon.

Hey beautiful, can I get your number?” he sometimes jokes when the two of you pass each other on the sidewalk. In return you roll your eyes at him, shaking your head in an exaggeratedly unimpressed manner.

“Move your ass, Jeon, I’m late for class.”

How about you move it for me, I won’t mind,” he winks back, and you only laugh before continuing on your way to your afternoon lecture. He’s incorrigible, that Jungkook, but you can’t pretend that you’re entirely put off by these flirty encounters with him (not that you would ever admit to it).

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fave things to think about

  • tae and jimin’s thighs slotting together
  • jimin spooning taehyung
  • jimin pushing Taehyung’s hair away and kissing his forehead
  • jimin playing with taehyung’s earrings
  • taehyung holding onto jimin’s chubby pinkie
  • taehyung slotting on jimin’s rings for him
  • Jimin singing quietly to himself while going through his phone and taehyung falling asleep to the angelic lilt of his voice with his head on jimin’s lap
  • jimin reading and taehyung crawling up his body. Jimin lifting his book without letting go of it while taehyung settles on his chest by sliding under his arms
  • taehyung offering jimin one of his earphones and jimin settling beside him
  • taehyung spooning jimin
  • soonshim lying on top of jimin. taehyung having 5 billion pictures of soonshim and jimin together
  • jimin falling asleep listening to Taehyung’s voice because it’s the safest and softest and dearest sound to him
  • taehyung watching Jimin dance to one of his favourite jazz songs
  • jimin cupping taehyung’s face and taehyung turning slightly so he can kiss jimin’s palm
  • taehyung sitting at the end of the bed, jimin standing in front of him with taehyun’s arm wrapped around him and taehyung’s head on his tummy
  • taehyung helping jimin dye his hair
  • their sweater paws hiding the fact that they’re holding hands
  • taehyung making jimin laugh just by looking at him
  • taehyung feeding jimin and leaning quickly in to kiss him
  • taehyung resting his chin on jimin’s shoulder while they wait in line. jimin leaning into him and turning his head to kiss tae’s cheek