#but they’re in my sticker books not in sheets

[ladywaterfall]

Some of my 2000s stickers 💕

#this is some very strong #2000s nostalgia #for me indeed as a 1994 kid #w.i.t.c.h. #disney princess #disney princess brand #my little pony #my little pony g3 #stickers #2000s stickers #sandylion #Cinderella #sleeping beauty #Snow White #pic #I got all of these sticker sheets as an adult actually #through second hand shops or in one case #just a regular dusty bookstore in Greece that just happened to have some old witch stickers #I have childhood mlp and princess stickers too #but they’re in my sticker books not in sheets

[captainfern]

Not rly a headcannon or anything but I can’t stop thinking about dad!price :( Doesn’t matter what scenarios nsfw or not, still pregnant or not I just need him

dad!price my beloved <33 @ghostlywhiskey also writes and loves dad!price too so definitely check out her amazing ideas :)

sfw and nsfw below the cut, fem!reader

sfw

dad!price can be both a girl dad and a boy dad and i hope you see the vision with this (just an fyi for stereotypical gender roles in regards to kids; obvi boys can have tea-parties and girls can like trucks, but it’s just for this little drabble ok ty <3)

dad!price with girls— you best believe he’s going all out with tea-parties. gets really into the fact one of his least favourite guests (a teddy) has been invited, making your daughter giggle and squeal. his beard will have glitter, or that cheap play makeup in it by the end of the day. his hat will be covered in stickers too.

dad!price with girls— loves a good rough n’ tumble with them, maybe in the sand or in the pool. puts them on his shoulders, tosses them around pretending to be a sea-monster (safely of course), splashes them or purposely gets them dirty and they’re just laughing and shrieking in happiness. you listen in, and he’s such a good dad.

dad!price with boys— races with remote control cars up and down the house (he actually gets super competitive and accidentally won on purpose once). loves listening to his boys talk about the lore of their hot-wheels universe, and he just sits there and suddenly have to play along to the fact that the red lamborghini galardo is a bad guy?? okay!!

dad!price with boys— just like with daughters, price loves the play-fighting aspect of parenting. tossing his sons against the couch, listening to them giggle and shout at him as they chase him through the house (of course they catch him!).

dad!price with his kids— teaches them all how to swim, and teaches them all how to ride a bike. enjoys teaching them life skills, and gets really proud when his kids succeed (he sobbed with happiness into your arms when each of his kids could finally read an entire children’s book aloud).

dad!price plays barbies with all of his kids, daughters and sons. gets really into it too. like no, son, your barbie can not come to his barbies birthday dinner. okay then, son, our barbies can fist fight each other for the one poorly dressed ken being kept in the attic of the playhouse.

dad!price who makes it his newfound mission to go to every event that his kids are apart of. sports, music, theatre, awards— he’ll be there, probably with his phone recording the entire thing too (in the future, he’ll definitely cry at his kids graduation).

nsfw

your husband has a huge breeding kink, obviously. after giving you time to rest after your first child (waiting until you were ready, of course), he would be stuffing you full again. stretching you open on his cock, pumping you full of his cum over and over again until it leaked out of you, and your tummy felt weirdly bloated.

he’s just obsessed with filling you— hands rubbing your tummy, watching the way your wet cunt milked his cock, plugging his spend inside you. imagining you pregnant again will most likely cause his cock to harden inside you.

price eats you out when you’re out too exhausted from a day with the kids, or being heavily pregnant. he’ll lay you nice and comfy on the bed and prop your legs over his shoulders. he’ll eat you out, kissing up your folds, licking and sucking on your puffy clit, stuffing your dripping hole with the thick muscle of his tongue.

when you come, he groans into you. he loves listening to you whimper and moan for him, whining his name. he’s come untouched against the bedsheets before— his face buried deep against your slick cunt, his hips rocking against the sheets.

he folds you over the kitchen counter (while your kids are at daycare/school) and fucks you hard. will make you come multiple times before he comes inside you. bonus points if you’re pregnant, and he can lift up your bump to ease your pressure while he’s filling your pretty pussy with his cock.

husband!price loves to talk you through it fr. “that’s a good girl, baby, there you go. takin’ my cock so well, aren’t you? takin’ it all in this tight cunt— fuck, there it is, just like that, sink yourself onto me, sweetheart. good girl, now rock those pretty hips— hngh, fuck, yeah that’s my girl. take it, baby, take all’ve my big cock in this tight fuckin’ pussy.”

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain price #cod smut #captain john price smut #captain john price x reader

[imtakingupspace]

in this room, in this house, I am seventeen. makeup is scattered on the floor around a full length mirror, books are piled on every shelf, and clothes are never hung where they’re supposed to be.

in this room, in this house, I am twenty one. nothing has changed except a few photographs on the wall and the size of my jeans. I am seventeen.

I am still waiting for the right moment to run away. the bag is packed and hidden under my bed. the one with the sheets from my sixteenth birthday, under the glow in the dark star stickers from when I was five. every version of me lives in this room, my past selves are shoved in the closet to make room for the adult I have become. I wedge myself between the spaces of the door but it is no use.

when I finally do grab the bag, climb out the window, determined to grow out of the skin on my back,

the car doesn’t start. they find me before the bus comes. someone asks if I’d like help getting home and doesn’t wait for my answer. I get lost and end up exactly where I started. the road is a dead end. the cab fair is too much.

and then I am back. in this room, in this house, I am seventeen.

#poetic #poetry #writers on tumblr #writer #writblr #poetblr #poems and poetry #this is not good #art

[self-made-cages]

Small joys:

1. Had a kind waiter at a cute new pizza place I stopped at for lunch (brave and eating alone with a book, as is my usual)

2. Sat on my balcony in a rain shower

3. Have my favorite sheets on my bed and they’re so soft and cozy

4. Got my echeck and renewed my car tags and remembered to put the new sticker on my plate (yay crossing (dumb) stuff off the list)

5. FaceTimed with my daddy twice 💜

#morgan shares small joys

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

Teaching El about making Christmas ornaments

Eleven Hopper x gn!Byers!reader

Byler, Elumax, Jancy, Steddie, Rockie

Warnings: N/A

WC: 0.7k

The First NoEl Masterlist

The dining room table was covered with glitter, glue, stickers, and three variations of colored popsicle sticks. The most recent family photo album was at the head of the table, labeled in bold numbers “Hopper-Byers family, 1987.” As you, El, and Will stripped off your coats and kicked off your boots, Joyce came into the foyer.

“Welcome home… How is everybody?” Joyce offered you each a mug of cocoa after you dropped your bags.

“They’re good,” Eleven said, taking her mug and wrapping both sweater-pawed hands around it. Her eyes lit up as she blew the steam off the top of the mug. “They are excited for Santa Claus to bring them presents.”

Joyce smiled softly at her, “Are you excited?”

“Yes. I hope he likes the cookies.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Is Jonathan home yet?” Will asked, taking his mug from Joyce.

“Yeah, and Hopper?”

“They’re home, don’t worry. They’re changing into their festive, family pajamas.”

“‘Festive, family pajamas?’ It’s four o’clock!”

“Yes, I know, but it’s not like anyone’s going anywhere else tonight, right? Except bed.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” You said. “Do we have to change right now?”

“I want everyone to match before we do Christmas photos, so yes.”

---

The pajamas were the most horrendous thing you had ever seen. They were blue-and-gray striped with red-nosed, horns-tangled-up-in-green-lights reindeer prancing across them. They were ugly.

“I’m not coming out! Ever!” You shouted at your bedroom door.

“Neither am I!” Will agreed.

“Me either!” El added.

“Oh, come on! I promise I’m not videoing!” Joyce hollered from the head of the hallway. You could hear Jonathan and Hopper’s stifled laughs. 

“Come out on three?” You called to El and Will.

“Fine,” Will resigned.

“One… two… three!” The three of you stepped out of your bedrooms at the same time, only to see Joyce with a video camera. Will sighed and pinched his nose while El laughed with glee. She wasn’t wearing the same ugly pajamas that you and Will were, she was wearing red and gray stripes and a green hat.

“You guys look ridiculous,” Jonathan snorted from the end of the hall. “What are you wearing?”

“The pajamas that Mom put out,” You and Will shared a glance. “What are you wearing?”

“Standard red and gray. No reindeer required. Just like El, Mom, and Hopper.”

“You tricked us,” Will muttered, going back into his room. 

You shoved open your door, “Where are the real ones?”

“Under your desk in a box,” Joyce was doubled over with laughter, the camera was long forgotten.

After you and Will changed, you all went downstairs and posed for a few pictures in front of the tree.

“Can we make the ornament now?” El whined. “I cannot smile anymore.”

“What El said. My cheeks are gonna fall off,” Will mumbled.

“Sure, sure. Joyce and I picked out the picture already, though,” Hopper said, wrapping his arm around her.

“You picked the picture without us?” You wrinkled your nose. “Which one?”

“You all fell asleep in the car on the way home from the Wheeler’s,” Joyce explained. “So we took a picture of you. It’s very cute.”

“If you say so, Mom.”

El plopped herself down at the table and reached for the red and green popsicle sticks. “It’s going to be pretty.”

“You should put a sticker that represents each of us in the corners,” Will reached for the sticker sheets over El’s shoulder. “A camera for Jonathan, a paintbrush for me, a pencil for you, and a book for Y/n.” El complied after she glued four popsicle sticks together at the corners. Joyce handed her a small frame with the picture in it and Will attached the stick-frame to it. You all took a moment to ‘aww’ over the picture, and then you splattered it with silver snowflake glitter. Hopper wrote “Hopper-Byers 1st Family Christmas, 1987” across the bottom and Jonathan carried it into the living room and put it on the tree.

Hopper pulled Joyce and Will into a hug, and, not one to be left out, you pulled Jonathan and El in, too.

“Merry Christmas, kids,” Joyce murmured, admiring the tree.

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” You, Will, El, and Jonathan echoed.

#will byers #eleven hopper #el hopper #platonic!reader #byers!reader #el hopper x reader #eleven hopper x reader #jane hopper #el byers #willel fanfiction

[shinonart]

The most recent Etsy orders have been mailed!

A small shop update: I added my newest vinyl sticker sheets to the shop. They’re available individually or as a set of three!

I also only have one Pokémon Reimagined set left! Individual copies of books 1 and 3 are still in stock but book 2 will need a reprint soon.

OLD GODS is also running low so make sure to grab one if you want one for the holidays!

I’m also preparing some new pins and stickers so stay tuned for those!

#etsy update #shop update #etsy shop #etsy #art prints #art merch #art books #stickers #artists on tumblr #small business

[i-will-not-be-caged]

I’m still doing NaClYoHo, I’m just bad at posting about it and taking before pictures.

Here’s the after pic of my accomplishment for today:

Last week I cleared a couple of these shelves of the last of my Christianity and theology books bc it’s pretty clear now I’m not going back (to seminary or the religion). They’re not gone-gone because I offered them up to my friends on fb, but they’ve all been claimed and are waiting to be picked up.

I had a bunch of Marvel fandom trinkets on another shelf, so I consolidated down to the stuff I still felt reluctant to part with and got it all onto one shelf. I separated out the rest into generic stuff (action figures, pins, patches, etc) and more shippy stuff and am offering the generic ones up on the local Buy Nothing Facebook group. The shippy stuff I haven’t fully figured out yet bc it’s like, a random sheet of stickers, a bookmark, and a couple of other bits and pieces. For now it’s in a box of stuff I still need to sort through.

Once I had the shelves cleared, I dusted and then moved my TBR pile from the shelf in my bedroom onto this one. Not sure what I’m gonna use that shelf for now, but it’s a small unit that fits under the window so I wasn’t really looking at it and all the books were getting hella dusty. Now they’re at eye level in my office, which makes me much more likely to remember I actually want to read them 😂

I still have two mostly empty shelves at the bottom, so I’m gonna buy a few baskets and use those to store things that used to live in my desk drawers since I don’t have desk drawers anymore. That will get free up a box that has been sitting in my office since I moved in almost two years ago, which I’m very excited about.

This is one of the bigger things on my list for this month, so I’m happy to be close to checking it off.

#naclyoho

[noelledeltarune]

What’s your thoughts on the the Paper Mario universe vs Mainline Mario universe? Like there’s the implication that the paper games are like story adaptions of like stuff that happened in the mainline universe, plus paper jam says they’re a paper universe existing in the book (id argue it’s more a portal to a paper universe spanning books unless they’re just making a progressively longer book, which is possible but yeah)

But anyways I guess main question, how would you interpret that all? Like how much of the paper games’ stories happened in the mainline universe and vise versa. And like any differences in characterizations etc.

in my head the first 2 games are for sure novelized adaptations of some of mario's more famous adventures. it's a little harder to rationalize with spm (<- has never read flatland) just because i myself can't conceptualize what the higher dimension would look like since in general mario is a man of the third dimension. but in my head i still think its reasonable to assume that spm also happened in the main timeline if only because its my favourite LOL.

so in my head it's like "the first 3 paper mario games happened, and the "mario story" series is like novelized adaptations of these adventures". and then following that, sticker star and colour splash are like. part of the same series as books about mario, but like more geared towards children in-universe. like you have these novelized renditions of some of mario's more famous adventures but everyone loves mario! so why not throw in sticker sheets and colouring storybooks or something! i do know that sticker star and colour splash are more complicated story-wise than those types of things usually are but still.

pmtok i'm sort of on the fence about because unlike stickers and paint its not really something that can be transferred as easily to a childrens' colouring book type format and it's hard to translate into a novel sort of format because it not only doesnt really follow the same chapter progression of pm64-spm but it's also after the point in the series where paper mario being made of paper became a more integral part of the world LOL vs it being more of a distinct visual style. idk exactly how it'd happen in either the mainseries or this children's book style i've been imagining for sticker star onwards. i feel like there are many ways it could be interpreted in a mainseries/"real world" sort of setting though so i think whether most people consider it canon is largely up to personal interpretation. i definitely want to think it is if only because i really love olivia LOL and found it super enjoyable in general

paper jam is another one of those things that's like "how would that really work" but like i don't think too hard of it. i've always just rationalized it as "its a paper mario compendium but WATCH OUT! something HAPPENED to it. and now look at what happened.." or something LOL. maybe peach got it as payback for M&L hanging that huge fucking poster of her in their house idk. i feel like enough stuff happens in the mario world that "random book becomes magic and the characters become real somehow" is a thing that could just happen. we can turn people live people into paintings so anything is possible

i just like this approach of the paper mario universe being a storybook series in-universe in general because it kind of helps me deal with some of the major differences in the characters' personalities between paper mario and most of the rest of the games in the franchise. i, of course, know that the paper mario characterization has a lot of merit and i draw from it heavily myself in how i perceive the characters but i can rationalize a lot of the like. "he would not fucking say that" moments by going "the writers' asses did NOT hire character consultants or ask anyone in involved to proofread" LMAOOO

as for how much of the mainline series happened in the paper mario games? idk at all. we know that luigi is like "oh mario never takes me anywhere" so that rules out. a lot of games. i think smrpg is both a prequel to superstar saga AND paper mario 64 but i dont have a source on that. we know the beanbean kingdom exists in the paper mario universe because there's references to stuff like chuckola cola and luigi mentions wanting his own proper solo adventure in his diary as a reference to luigi's mansion but we have no way of knowing if luigi's mansion actually did happen in the paper mario universe 😭 in general i feel like other than the things that have happened in both universes they don't really share much else. it's always been a specific set of isolated stories to me rather than an actual full alternate world

this approach isn't like 100% perfect of course but when i'm talking about mario i work under the assumption of "all the games i liked happened in the same timeline so i can assume all of these characters were shaped by and have experienced all of these events" this is just the best way i have of justifying this

#talk tag #ask tag #SORRY. THIS GOT LONG #but summarizing all of that. to me sm64-spm happened in the main timeline. sticker star onwards did not but with an asterisk next to pmtok #and the book in paper jam being a portal to the universe of an ongoing bookseries is really cool LOL

[changeling-crafts]

Setting the Stage

Before you can play, you’ll need to figure out what sort of game you want to play in the first place! Get out something to write on and brainstorm things you want from this solo game. Having a good grasp of your goals from the get-go keeps things on track and prevents getting several hours in only to find you aren't having fun. Having the brainstorming sheet on hand to reference is great if you ever get stuck and don’t know what you want to do next.

What sort of world do you want to play in?

Genre and tone?

Fantasy

Magical girls

Horror

Cyberpunk

Scope of the story/world?

Town

Country

Planet

Galaxy

Universe

What stuff exists there?

Zombies

Talking animals 

Androids

Magical weapons

Spaceships

Dragons

What media inspires this game?

 Books

Movies 

A dream you had 

Tv shows

Video games

Board games

A beautiful painting you saw

Music 

What sort of things do you want to do in this world?

Explore and map

Discover new potions 

Bounty hunting

Help people

Collect cool treasure 

Prank people

Save the world

Steal stuff

With all this in mind, next we need to select and prepare the stage for this game. I generally recommend a physical thing of some sort. Some fantastic options include:

That beautiful journal you’ve been holding on to, finally getting its chance to shine

A 3 ring binder for easy organizing

A coloring book

A journal cobbled together from junk 

Random novel from the clearance section, thousands of prompts hidden in its pages

Box full of loose pages and trinkets

The canvas I’ve chosen for my game is the humble composition notebook; they’re easy to find, easy to store, and typically inexpensive. The final step of setting the stage is to add a handful of visual prompts to your canvas. Picking colors and techniques to suit your setting adds to the immersion to your game. For instance, for a sci-fi game about flying around in space ships I might use ball point pen, highlighter, charcoal/ graphite, geometric shapes, and black marker; whereas for a magical girl game I would probably use markers, glitter pens, stickers, and coloring pages.

In the interest of keeping this as accessible to everyone as possible I have chosen to limit my art supplies and keep a rough tally on how much I would have spent on supplies.

Total tally of supplies I used

Watercolor palette: 3.50$

Composition notebook: 99c

Handful of broken crayons: a new 8 pack is like a 1.50$

Pen, pencil and marker I found on the ground: free, about 4 bucks new

Regular printer paper: about 5$ for 500 sheets but I just yoink them from offices when I get the chance

8 Colored pencils I already had: about 4$ new

Shirt I don't wear anymore: free

A lone sock: free

Ball of cotton yarn: 3.50$

Index cards: 2.50$

Gluestick: 99c

Thread: 1.15$

Magazines, catalogs, and old books: free, check free libraries and ask your friends, save cool bits from junk mail

Visual prompts also provide inspiration mid game: a page of splatters might become a constellation, a cluster of fairies, the dust settling in the foreground after a battle, or just a beautiful background to write on. They also alleviate blank page anxiety by preemptively messing the pages up. I chose to add something about every 4th page, and I’m saving a bunch of extra collage materials in the back of my book for later.

Here are some ideas of stuff to add to get you started!

Scribbles

Blobs

Swirls

Paint splatters

Frames

Coloring pages

Envelopes

Pressed flowers

Magazine clippings

Book pages

Tomorrow we will talk about how Tarot works in Fortunes Path!

#fortunes path #indie ttrpg #diy #solo game

[surveysandthings]

4.

do you ever do these surveys with your SO? Nah, it’s usually just me!

have you ever totally lied or made up ridiculous answers for surveys? Nope. No one knows who I am and I don’t think anyone even follows this blog so I have no reason to lie.

do animal furs upset you? I think it’s gross in this day and age as we don’t need fur to keep warm but I don’t see a problem with purchasing vintage furs. It’s the best way to honor the animals now.

who picks the music when you’re riding in the car? Definitely my husband, he cares more about the music when we drive. I’m perfectly happy just turning on a playlist but he needs to pick every song.

do you have a waste basket in your car? Yup! One of those ones you hook on the headrest of your seat.

what’s the Spanish name for your favourite food? I’m in between hyper fixation foods rn so I don’t think I could tell you what my favorite food is, let alone what it is in Spanish.

do you know anyone who regularly uses a bike for transportation? We have a neighbor who I always see riding back and forth on his bike but I've never met him, so.

do you consider audio books not really reading? I wouldn’t consider it reading but you’re still absorbing the content of a book.

strangest thing you’ve ever put in the trunk of a car? ...I can’t say I've ever put anything strange in the trunk of a car? Just like...groceries and suitcases and sometimes furniture?

do you carry matches or a lighter? No, but my husband does!

do you keep socks with a hole in them if they are your favorites? I hate socks so I don’t wear any enough to develop holes in them.

last time you wore clothes that were too small on you. Um? I don’t know, to be honest!

have you ever frightened someone on purpose? I mean, I've hid behind something and jumped out to scare someone before as a joke but I’ve never done anything to actually make someone fearful past that initial jump scare.

have you ever had something taken away from you by airport security? A really rude TSA agent in Chicago took my water from me once and then felt me up. That was awk.

what’s the last wild animal you have seen? I saw a squirrel out the window yesterday!

something you were surprised to learn about your parent’s childhood? My mom recently told me that she once jumped the barricade at a Van Halen concert back in the day to get closer to the stage as a teenager and that was surprising. She’s such a fuddy duddy now, it’s weird to think she was ever young and carefree like that.

do you store any non food items in the fridge? I have a little tub of sheet masks in there rn because they feel nice on my skin when they’re chilly.

have you ever told a friend you thought their parent was hot? I’ve never found any of my friends’ parents attractive. 

what was the last thing you bought from a gumball machine? how long ago was that? My husband bought a Pokemon card from one of those sticker machines if that counts. It was over the summer!

have you ever destroyed another person’s belongings out of anger? Nope.

plain band aids or fun ones? Always fun ones. I go out of my way to spend more on those fancy Welly ones from Target bc they have such cute prints.

which pain killer do you use? Naproxen sodium works best for me but I'll take an ibuprofen in a pinch.

have you ever used someone else’s Rx med? Nope.

have you ever borrowed underwear from a friend? None of my friends have ever been fat, haha.

would you like to be part of a wedding party? I could be into that for the right person!

last pair of shoes you threw out and why? I just replaced my winter boots because they were worn out and hurting my feet.

have you ever thrown anything up to hang on the power/phone lines? No.

have you ever really stayed up all night to do homework? Late, not all night.

have you ever had anything stolen from you? YES, my doormat!!! I’m still pissed about it.

if you could make up one rule for all your friends, what would it be? Be nice to me and don’t forget about me when you have kids.

do you pay attention to people’s posture? I can honestly say I've never dedicated a single brain cell to someone else’s posture before in my life.

do you have a creepy uncle, or have a friend who has one? My husband has a VERY creepy uncle.

alarm clock, or do you use your phone? I use my phone or the google home depending on the day.

have you ever backed into a cactus? No, but I did accidentally drop one into my hand when I was repotting it and was like ‘phew! no needles in my fingers’ and then I realized later that its fuzzies were actually teeny tiny little prickles. Took me forever to get them all out.

do any of your relatives not have home internet? I don’t think so...?

when you get the munchies, do you want sweet or salty? Definitely salty.

something you taught yourself how to do? Probably something sewing related.

#surveys

[stellarpiner]

Long road trip with toddler

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They simply need to color the pictures on each letter that begin with that letter. I don’t do a lot of worksheets with my preschool boys, but a car trip is the perfect time to pull some out. I had to trim the pages to fit them into the small baking sheets. But I think it’s something my older two kids, ages five and seven, will really enjoy. It’s definitely too advanced for my Two and probably my Four. This Complete the Picture drawing pad from Melissa and Doug is brilliant.

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I love these! Would you rather have a pet chicken or a pet elephant? Would you rather lounge in a pool of marshmallows or M & M’s? Learn more and get your free printable cards (or simply a list of questions) in this post. These are 100 conversation starters in the form of “would you rather” questions.

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The scenes won’t be as striking as they would be with the full sheets, but you can’ t be choosy when you’ve got seven people jammed into a seven-passenger van. Then each child can have part of a scene and a set of stickers to play with. So I decided to cut each scene in half and cut the stickers into sections. The scenes are too large for laps, and definitely for our little trays. But I wanted to find a way to make it work in the car. This reusable sticker pad from Melissa and Dog is totally awesome as is. The Car Scavenger Hunt is from a giant set of road trip printables from 123Homeschool4Me. The simple and colorful Road Trip BINGO is from This Reading Mama.įor children who can read, Interstate BINGO is another fun printable from This Reading Mama. The lovely hand-drawn BINGO gamesare from Housing a Forest. The beautiful road trip drawing prompts (empty road and truck) are from Picklebums.

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These were the best I could find because not only are they from talented bloggers, they’re also easy to download and print.

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I searched high and low for free road trip printables. (The hard part has been keeping my kids from reading them before the big trip! Road Trip Printables I also referred to my Best Picture Books for Kids Pinterest board and found a huge stack of new-to-us books to take along. I borrow them from the library, store them in my CD holder, and reserve multiple copies of each book so each of the big kids can follow along. I’ll read aloud periodically, but it’s not something I want to do for ten hours! That’s where books on CD come in. But my Four in particular does not have patience for long trips, and he’s not ready to read independently. Thankfully, my Seven and Five can read on their own. Our number one activity on long car rides is reading. The sketchpad was from the dollar bin at Target. Then get some markers or crayons and hot glue magnet strips to them (even adhesive strips can use that extra glue).Īnything to keep my toddler from dropping a marker every five seconds. So this is my version of a DIY lap board.įind a cheap magnetic baking tray (tip – they’re not all magnetic check first). I don’t do well with wood, foam, or stretching fabric. I have seen some amazing DIY lapboards on Pinterest. So I’ve been working at a creating and collecting a variety of activities to keep my crew busy for our big adventure. This may sound a little crazy, but seriously? Putting all seven of us in a hotel room with a baby still waking up every two hours sounds a whole lot crazier. With five kids ages 7 and under.Īnd no, we don’t have a DVD player in our van. In just a short while our family is going to be taking a road trip.Īs in, start driving at 3 AM and reach our destination after 10 PM. Click here to see my full disclosure policy.) As a survival strategy I’ve prepared a giant set of road trip activities for kids. We’re hitting the road before sunup and driving until way past bedtime. We are planning a very long drive this week.

#Long road trip with toddler

[vibesteen587]

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love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

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"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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The Binding of My Heart

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/GN! Reader

Word Count: 2,815

Warnings: None!

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell​

The prompt for this week’s Writer Wednesday was given by the new and improved @writer-wednesday​!

“Mr. Bravo, pardon my language and my bluntness, but you need a fucking hobby.” 

Dieter opened his mouth, two seconds from arguing, but his assistant, Peggy, was faster. “Having sex with people isn’t a hobby,” she added sharply. “You’ve gone on one too many lust-driven benders in the past few months, and the director for your newest film is considering dropping you if you don’t clean up your act.” 

“Fuck me,” Dieter grumbled, rubbing over his face with one hand. “I assume you’ve found me a respectable hobby? Something to keep me from, what did you say, more lust-driven benders?” 

Peggy rolled her eyes. “You pick,” she said, slamming down a small folder. “Find something you won’t hate, or I’ll pick one for you. And trust me, you won’t like what I pick.” 

“Try me,” Dieter said, leaning back. He knew arguing with Peggy wasn’t a good idea. She had threatened to quit more than once over his attitude, but he gave less fucks than she did. Plus, she never made good on her threats. She liked him too much to actually quit on him. 

But now, she scooped the folder up and pulled out a sheet. “Fine,” she said, still in that same sharp, annoyed tone. “I hope you aren’t aichmophobic.” 

Before Dieter could ask what the hell that meant, Peggy stormed out, leaving behind the one sheet of paper. Dieter picked it up, leaning back on his bed and reading it over. It was the information for a small bookstore in the middle of nowhere, the grainy storefront photo showing off a practically ancient building with hand painted signs and a few residents sitting on porch swings in front of the store. Of course. Pretty much the exact opposite from the high and fast life Dieter lived in California. 

So, of course, one week later, he was pulling up with Peggy to the bookstore in a tiny town Dieter had been told was called Augusta, Montana. 

“They’re expecting you,” Peggy promised. “I called ahead.” 

Dieter grimaced at the barely paved roads and the gently swinging porch swing on the store’s porch. “Thanks,” he said dully. “Where the hell are we staying?” 

Peggy smiled sarcastically. “I’ll pick you up in two hours,” she said, solidly avoiding the question. “We’re staying with my family.” 

She left shortly after that, leaving Dieter standing awkwardly on the store porch. He sighed deeply. At least the air out here was nice. It smelled cleaner, more like dirt and rain rather than car exhaust and weed. 

Forgoing knocking, Dieter pushed the door open, hearing a charming little bell and looking around. The whole store was crammed full of bookshelves, the books themselves stacked haphazardly and labeled with handwritten price stickers. There were stacks of books on the floor, some in wooden milk crates and some just spilling across the hardwood. As Dieter gingerly wandered through the store, he found that the natural light faded quickly, until he was solely illuminated by golden lights sunken into the peeling ceiling, some of which still sported pull lines. 

Finally, Dieter found a desk. It was, as with everything else, piled with books, but on the barely there blank space was a bell with a little sign. 

“Ring for service,” Dieter mumbled, shrugging to himself. “Okay?” 

The bell rang out cheerily in the store, and instantly, a voice echoed back. “Be right there!” 

Dieter waited, looking at the desk. Behind it was a chair and a few paper bags, along with the oldest cash register Dieter had ever seen. 

Crashing and swearing alerted Dieter to your presence, and he looked up at you as you tripped out of the back room and nearly fell face first into the desk. He caught jeans, a worn out pair of boots, and a red flannel before you disappeared behind the desk for good, stumbling and swearing just a bit more as you rightened yourself. 

“Good morning!” You said cheerily, a smile brightening your reddened face. Dieter was silent, merely drinking you in. The rolled up flannel sleeves. The shitty band shirt under it. The pincushion nestled against your left wrist, stuck full of pins. The scarily large and sharp metal tool tucked behind your right ear, plus the variety of pens and pencils shoved through your ponytail making a veritable halo behind your head. Finally, Dieter swallowed thickly, pushing past how fucking stunning you were to respond to you. 

“I think it’s afternoon.” And he was a complete moron with no flirting skills whatsoever. Fuck. 

You laughed, leaning against the desk. “I suppose it is,” you agreed. “Mr. Bravo, I assume? My cousin said you were coming.” 

Dieter nodded. “You’re related to Peggy?” 

“It’s small town Montana,” you said loosely. “Everyone is related to someone here. Now! I was told you need a hobby.” 

“So everyone keeps insisting,” Dieter grumbled. 

Your smile was damn infectious as you walked around the desk and took Dieter’s hands. “Trust me, I have the perfect hobby for you.” 

You pulled Dieter into the back room, and he followed you willingly. He decided, in that moment, he would follow you to the ends of the world if you asked. 

At least until he saw the absolute torture chamber that was your back room. 

The entire thing was littered with sharp tools and old coffee tins filled to the brim with an absolute mess of materials. On one wall there was a massive window overlooking the street, and in front of the window was a desk with a massive wooden frame that Dieter decided kind of scared him. 

“Have you ever book binded before?” You asked, pushing away a few tins of materials and clearing up some space. 

Dieter shook his head. “I don’t even know what that is,” he admitted. 

You sat at your desk, pulling up a second chair and gesturing to it. “Guess,” you said with a small smile. Dieter looked over your supplies, the spare papers around and the small mint tin that was now full of sewing needles. The wax block and the spools of thread tossed around, the empty wooden spools sitting in a bucket by the door. Dieter’s brows wrinkled as he examined the project on the wooden frame. A thick stack of papers, folded in half, barely bound together, a needle sitting on top of the stacks of paper. 

“Are we making books?” Dieter asked, suddenly wary. 

“Yup,” you said, pushing the frame to the corner of the desk. “It’s relaxing. Like embroidery, but a bit more practical.” 

Dieter stared at the materials, then thought about the sheer amount of books outside. “Did you bind all those books in the shop?” 

You snorted, as if what he said was hilarious. “Fuck no!” You said. “There are three shelves, maybe four, out there near the shop table with books I bound. Everything else was found at yard sales or out of town.” 

“Oh.” Dieter felt a bit ridiculous now. “So, book binding?” 

“Yeah!” You pat the chair beside you, an invitation to sit. “C’mon. I’ll show you how it’s done.” 

Which was how you spent the better part of four hours teaching Dieter the ins and outs of book binding. By hour two, he was actually finding it relaxing. You’d given him a simple task. A ten-signature blank sketchbook with decorative cardboard as the cover. Nothing fancy like what you were doing off to the side. 

“Oh fuck,” you said slowly as you looked out the window. “We gotta go. Ma’s gonna be putting dinner on the table any minute now.”

Dieter looked sadly down at his book. “But I’m almost done.” 

You grinned. “Set it to the side, put a weight on it, and you can finish it tomorrow. Ma’ll kill me if I miss dinner again.” 

You have Dieter an old tin to put his materials in, and he carefully left it all on your desk and followed you outside. 

“C’mon!” You shouted, running down the street. “We can still make the train if we hurry!” 

“The what?” The only train Dieter could remember seeing were cattle trains, and he most certainly was not riding one of those. 

You had other plans. The railroad station grew closer and you ran, and just when you got there, a train began to approach. 

“Train moves slower than a sinner on a Sunday ‘round here, but it’s faster than walking,” you said, watching Dieter attempt to wrap his head around what you were saying. “We can ride it home. It passes within a mile of the house. Just follow my lead.” 

The train, sure enough, was slow enough that it was much less of a struggle to get on than Dieter had assumed it would be. You urged him up first and followed smoothly, dangling your feet out the car as it picked up speed. He slowly joined you, marveling at the sheer beauty of the fields. “Is this what it’s always like?” 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Ain’t nothing but you and the universe out here.” 

Dieter nodded. “Feels like a dream,” he said, looking out across it all. 

Getting off was as easy as getting on. You simply jumped, running alongside the train and keeping Dieter steady as he hopped off and jogged a few paces before he was able to slow himself to a stop. You smiled. “First train ride!” You said eagerly. “You’re a natural!” 

“Tell me we never have to do that again,” Dieter said, fully out of breath. 

“That, Mr. Bravo, is how we are going to be getting to work every day!” You said with a cheerful grin. 

Dieter’s groan was loud enough to echo through the entire field. 

For weeks, Dieter followed you to work, which was incredibly boring. You barely got customers, but to you, that was optimal. It meant you could spend more time binding. 

By the time Dieter had spent two months with you, he’d made seven sketchbooks, each with different stitching methods, and you’d finally set him loose on a real book. 

“Looking good,” you hummed, watching Dieter work. “How many more signatures are you looking at?” 

Dieter looked at his stack of signatures. “Ten?” 

“That’s great!” You said. “I’ll go find the covers.” 

You walked out of the room, determined to remember where you’d left the leather sheet Dieter had dyed green yesterday for his custom copy of A Storm of Swords. He’d been working on it for two weeks now, the astonishing amount of signatures a true challenge. 

“There you are,” you said, picking up the leather off a rack on the front porch and looking out over the street. “Dieter!” 

“What!” The shout carried through the shop, muffled by the sheer amount of books you owned. 

“C’mere!” 

Dieter came walking out a few minutes later, seeing you swinging lazily on the porch swing. “What’s going on?” 

“Mandatory fifteen minute break,” you said lazily. “Sit with me.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Dieter sat down, allowing you to continue your gentle swinging. You breathed in the air, watching your wind chimes rattle. Dieter looked over as the wind picked up, making the chimes grow louder. “Wind’s strong today,” he said. 

“Storm’s blowing in,” you said. “You can smell it.” 

Dieter’s eyes turned back to the horizon, his brow wrinkled and his eyes dark. “A storm?” 

“Small one,” you promised. “They happen a lot during the summer. Won’t hit for a while.” 

“Okay,” Dieter mumbled. 

You two sat in silence for the remainder of your break, but there was something nice about the quiet. It was your routine, the quiet understanding between you both that you enjoyed. Finally, you stood, prompting Dieter to follow you into the back once more. 

And you both ended up leaving five minutes later when you ran out of thread. 

“This absolutely could’ve been our break,” you said with a groan, stretching as you walked down the street. “I just didn’t realize I was that low on thread.” 

Dieter laughed, and you gave him a light shove. “Oh hush up,” you said with a smile. “You’ve made stupid mistakes before, I guarantee it.” 

“I have,” Dieter said, but didn’t elaborate as you kept walking. 

On your return journey, four brand new spools of thread in your pockets, you noticed the storm was moving in fast. It was sunset, and as the sun moved across the sky, it was blotted out by thick clouds. “C’mon.” You looped your arm with Dieter’s. “We have to hurry.” 

“Why?” 

“Storm’s almost here.” 

Instantly, Dieter froze. “What?” 

“Storm’s almost here,” you repeated slowly, seeing the terror filling Dieter’s eyes. “Are you okay?” 

Dieter blinked a few times, finally shaking his head. 

You watched Dieter closely as the sun finally dipped below the horizon and thunder rolled quietly in the distance. He seemed skittish, almost scarily so. “Dieter?” You asked. “Do you wanna ride the train back home? We might make it back before the worst of the storm if we run. Don’t even have to stop at the shop on the way; I’ll just bring the thread back tomorrow.” 

Dieter turned his eyes on you, and you could see the downright fear in his eyes. “I’d like to avoid the rain if at all possible,” he said slowly. 

“Okay,” you said. “I’ve got a mattress at the shop. We can sleep there.” 

You two began your quick walk down the street. The smell of rain followed you as you walked, and the last desperate beams of sun painted the pavement gold under your feet. Finally, just as the worst of the clouds descended, you reached the storefront. 

“In,” you said, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Dieter brushed past you, watching hesitantly as you locked the door again and turned to him. “C’mon Dieter.” You began walking to the back room, not even bothering with lights as you went. “Let’s get some rest.” 

The back room was quiet as you began rearranging furniture, pushing your desk against a different wall and grabbing an air mattress from the closet. “I sleep here a lot,” you admitted as Dieter watched you. “It’s almost like a sleepover.” 

Once you had the bed all set up and pushed where your desk usually sat, you grabbed a few pillows from the closet as well as a thick fuzzy blanket. “Left or right?” You asked, shocking Dieter out of his haze. 

“What?” 

“Do you want the left or the right?” You asked again. “I usually sleep on the left, if that makes any difference.” 

Dieter silently curled up on the right side of the bed, his back to the wall. You smiled, tossing a blanket over him and settling in beside him. 

“Thank you,” Dieter mumbled to the darkness as you pulled the light off. You grabbed his hand, thumbing over his knuckles and reveling in the warmth of his fingers. 

“We’re all scared of something,” you said quietly. “Just so happens you’re scared of storms. Doesn’t mean you’re any less of anything.” 

“Feels stupid,” Dieter admitted. 

“It isn’t.” 

Dieter sighed against the silence. “I know.” 

The pair of you settled back into the quiet, the steady pattering of rain gentle and calming to you. To Dieter, every time the rain grew harder, he flinched, his hand gripping yours tighter. You cooed softly, drawing him closer and closer until he was molded to your body, his head tucked to your chest. You scratched nonsense shapes against his scalp, feeling his entire body relax into yours. 

“Are you practicing stitches against my head?” Dieter asked quietly as you moved your hand from the back of his head to just behind his left ear. 

You paused, realizing that, yes, technically you had been. Smiling, you shrugged. “Are you complaining?”

“No,” Dieter decided. “I like it.” 

So you kept going until you were certain Dieter was asleep, his body warm against yours as you lay awake in the dark. 

“I love you,” you breathed, gently kissing Dieter’s forehead. “Fuck. I told myself I wouldn’t do this.” 

“Love you too,” Dieter mumbled, cuddling somehow closer. 

You damn near jumped out of your skin. “Dieter!” 

“What?” Dieter grumbled. “‘M trying to sleep.” 

“You love me?” 

“That’s what I said,” Dieter said, his eyes still closed. “Now hush. Sleep.” 

You lay back down, allowing Dieter to cling to you once more. Smiling, you finally relaxed fully. “Are you still up?” 

Dieter grumbled. 

“Tomorrow, we’ll skip work,” you decided. “We can ride the train all the way to the next town over. There’s a diner there that has the best pancakes. It’ll just be you and me. On a date.” 

Dieter’s responding grumble sounded much more pleased this time around. 

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up out of your chest. “I think that’s a wonderful plan too, Mr. Bravo,” you said before wrapping your arms around Dieter and finally falling asleep.

#the bubble #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing #writer wednesday

[works-of-fanfiction]

“He’s the Best.” - 90s!Graham Coxon x Reader

Summary: Graham struggles with his self-esteem within the band and the reader tries to cheer him up.

Requested by: Anon. I hope you like this <3

Warnings: Swearing (literally once).

Word Count: 3.3k - a bit of a longer oneshot from me! I didn’t mean for it to be this long.

A/N: I’ve been writing this and putting it off for days because I just don’t know if I like it, but I don’t want to restart it. Argh… I hope someone enjoys this cheese fest.

* Gif credits to the linked creator

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No one in this life is born ‘better’ than anybody else. It’s not a competition or a game of comparison. Every single human on this planet has their own unique qualities that make them interesting and most importantly, worthy. However, humans sadly aren’t wired to see those qualities in themselves. They spend the majority of their lives obsessing over others; wondering if they’re as talented as the next man, or if they’ll ever look as good as whatshername. Sometimes, it gets to a point where even the deepest of friendships can become strained due to one or more parties comparing themselves to another’s achievements.

And seeing Graham go through exactly that, has been killing me. There was a time when everything Graham and Damon did together, was truly that - together. Every single melody, riff, lyric - it was theirs. Neither one did more work than the other, neither was more musically talented. They were both kids crammed inside a Portakabin with their very first instruments, strumming and plucking and making probably rather bothersome noise. They had no idea what was to become of their lunchtime jam sessions and after school practices. Both were just excited to have a friend that liked the same things as them, and enjoyed the noise the other was making.

But Graham has since become a shadow of who he once was around Damon - he’s become Damon’s shadow. Or so he thinks.

Being in a band with a boisterous frontman like Damon was bound to become hard work for the other members at one point or another, but I never thought it would affect Graham like this. It’s getting harder to communicate with him, and I know it’s not his fault but I’m running out of things to say to fill the silences. There’s only so many times I can ask if he wants a cup of tea, or tell him about the encounter I had at the bus stop earlier that day. I’m sick of hearing my own voice, so I can’t imagine how he must feel. The silence seems to be the only thing he wants; he doesn’t write anymore, he hardly plays guitar outside of work commitments, and he hasn’t picked up his sketchbook in weeks. He just seems to stare at the TV or sit on the sofa with his head buried in a book that’s stuck on the first chapter. I watched him the other day and in forty-five minutes, he turned the page once. I bet if I asked him about the story he wouldn’t be able to recall a single character’s name, never mind the plot.

Watching him struggle with his self-esteem is crushing, and I don’t want him to live another second feeling the way he does. I know it may take a while for him to find himself again, but if I can do anything to help move things along, it’s worth a try. I’d drop everything for Graham in a heartbeat.

“I dropped those music stands off today. Did you get them?” Dave asks, his voice a little crackly on the other end of the phone.

“I did, thank you!” I chime, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I assemble the very same stands.

“Oh, good. I was a little worried about leaving them outside. I thought somebody would take them… What do you need them for anyway?”

“That’s something for me to know and you to find out, Dave.” I laugh, tightening one last knob on the second stand and straightening it out. I stand back and admire my handy work, smiling at the prospect of what they are to become.

“Alright, alright. Well, I hope they come in handy! I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks again. See you next week!”

We both hang up and I grab the stands, climbing up the stairs and into the spare room, placing them in their desired places. Grabbing two pieces of sheet music, I slot them onto the stands neatly and adjust them until they’re perfect. With one last thing to check, I turn on the projector I borrowed from an old university friend and let the film play out on the blank wall opposite. I mess with the sound a little, making sure it’s loud enough before rewinding the footage to the beginning and turning it off until later.

Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around and admire everything on the walls. Everything from lyrics to old album art concepts, to still life paintings from Graham’s time at Goldsmith’s. Beside the music stands, there’s crates filled with records, decorated with lyrics scribbled onto scraps of paper, some in Graham’s handwriting and others in mine. I of course, couldn’t resist writing them out in various colours and covering them in star-shaped stickers. The finishing touch is a large beanbag against the wall for us to sit and watch the projector from. I fluff up the beanbag for the thousandth time before heading downstairs to wait for Graham to get back.

It takes around two hours for Graham to arrive home. As soon as I hear his taxi pull up outside, I jump up from the sofa and head into the kitchen to flick the kettle on. Nerves bubble through me as I anticipate his entry. It’s impossible to predict how Graham’s going to be feeling on any given day. He could come through the door and speak to me as normal, or he could disappear into his studio until he’s tired enough to head to bed. Through the rumbling of the kettle I listen out for the door, fingers impatiently tapping on the counter as my gaze fixates on a magpie outside, shakily balancing on the washing line. A second joins it and I smile, muscle memory taking over as I pour the boiled water into two cups, not taking my eyes off of the birds.

“Hi.” Graham’s voice peeps behind me. Putting the kettle down, I turn around with a warm smile on my face. Despite everything Graham has been going through, seeing him come through that door every day is still my favourite sight. Having him come home to me will simply never get old. I don’t know what I’ll do when he has to go out on tour again in a few months.

“Hey.” I breathe, the sides of my face already beginning to feel sore from the ridiculous grin stuck on it. He smiles back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes but I know he means well. He’s trying. “You go and sit down. I’ll bring these in.” I gesture to the brewing teas on the counter and he nods, hanging his bag on the nearest kitchen chair and leaving the room without another word. I finish the drinks as quickly as possible, grabbing the stack of takeaway menus from the junk drawer and bringing them with me, the pieces of paper clamped between my teeth as I concentrate on carrying the two steaming hot cups in my hands.

Setting the cups down on the coffee table, I toss the menus onto the sofa next to where Graham is very aggressively, trying to pull his Docs off. “Need a little help?” I ask, laughing as I kneel down and bat his hands out of the way. “It would help if you untied them.”

“It’s easier to leave them tied.”

“Oh, really?” I scoff, gesturing to his feet still stuck in the cherry red boots. The laces are a complete mess with three bulky knots in them. I sit down cross-legged on the carpet, carefully plucking and unravelling each knot whilst Graham buries his head in the takeaway menus. “How do you even - “ I struggle, pulling at the frayed shoelace whilst trying not to damage it further, “- get these things on?” With one last tug, the first lace loosens and I’m able to slide the boot off with ease. Graham’s face pops out from behind the menu, a side-smile plastered onto his lips and a cheeky glint in his eyes. I know he wants to laugh.

“Shall we get Indian tonight?” He changes the subject, flipping over the tatty piece of bright orange paper as he squints at the options. He always orders the same thing, yet still insists on reading the whole menu front to back. He does it for every restaurant.

“Indian sounds good.” I nod, pulling the second boot off and shoving them to the side. “I’ll call them now.” Jumping up to grab the phone, I type the number in from memory and hold it up to my ear.

“What’s the rush?” Graham mouths and I hush him when somebody answers. I order the usual along with some extras and give them our address, despite them not even really needing it anymore. The phone call is no longer than a minute and Graham sits staring at me, nose scrunched in confusion. “Are you going to tell me what’s going - “

“Follow me.” I blurt out, stretching my arm towards him and rising onto my tiptoes out of excitement. He stands slowly, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the sofa. “I was going to wait until we’d had our food, but I have to show you now.”

“Show me what?” He asks as I grab his wrist and drag him up the stairs. We squeeze up the narrow staircase, almost tripping each other over a couple times until we stop on the landing, feet overlapping one another’s on the small square of carpet.

“I know you haven’t really been yourself lately.” I start, my fingers slipping from Graham’s wrist to entwine with his. He looks down, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes watch our hands as I lightly stroke the back of his thumb in an attempt to relax him. He has a habit of tensing up whenever I broach the subject. “So I wanted to remind you just how great you are.”

I watch his face intently, the corners of his mouth twitching and trying to smile. With my free hand, I open the door and flick the light on, pulling Graham into the room with me. His hand slips from my grasp and I back up to stand against the wall, watching as he takes in the room around him and everything in it.

He walks to the music stands first, fingers tracing the notes on the pages, flipping them over then back again. He walks towards the canvas on the back wall - a woodland painting he’d won a prize for back in college - running his hand over the textured patch of paint that forms the trees. I nervously bite the back of my thumb as he kneels down to sift through the records in the large black case below, flicking through every Blur album and single released to this day. My favourite lyrics are scattered on sheets of paper all over the ground, and he picks up the second verse from Coffee & TV. “You’ve always loved this one.” He says, turning to me and smiling.

“I happen to really like the guy who sings it.”

“He must be pretty good then.”

“Oh, he’s the best.” Resting my foot against the wall, I kick my body forward and stand straight, joining Graham beside the projector.

“What’s this for?” He asks, hands hovering near the buttons but not daring to touch anything. I take his hands in mine and give them a loving squeeze.

“Sit down and I’ll show you.” I chirp and he sinks down onto the beanbag. I mess with the projector until the sound starts to creep in, stretching over to switch off the light. Graham shuffles to the side to make some room for me on the beanbag and I flop down beside him, nestling into his side.

The image from the projector is surprisingly clear against the wall, although could’ve been improved had I borrowed a screen from somewhere. A variety of different clips play out in front of us, ranging from Graham performing onstage to snippets of his band members talking and praising their guitarist. I try my hardest to focus on the film in front of me, but I can’t help glancing over at Graham to see his reactions. His brows are furrowed, but not necessarily in a bad way - he’s focused, fully concentrating on everything he’s seeing and hearing.

I fidget with my hands, twiddling my thumbs and quietly cracking my knuckles. Graham notices this and grabs my left hand, squeezing it tightly and bringing it over to rest in his lap. Laying my head on his shoulder, I press a kiss onto his sleeve, rubbing my head against him and breathing in his familiar scent. He lays his head on top of mine, but never looks away from the video playing on the wall. Absentmindedly, his fingertips dance on the back of my hand, the drumming following the beat of Song 2 as it plays from the projector. I too can’t help bopping along to the beat, my foot tapping softly on the carpet.

The video closes with one final clip, a message I recorded for Graham. Too embarrassed to watch myself, my focus stays on him as I squeeze his hand a little tighter and snuggle up as close as possible. The picture begins to fade and the sound plays out until there’s no footage left, and the whirring of the projector becomes background noise in the room. Graham doesn’t say anything at first, but as I try to stand to turn the projector off, he pulls me back down onto the beanbag and rotates his body to face mine.

“Hey.” I whisper, my right hand supporting his cheek as he leans into me, his eyes closed and lips pressed into a line. Our bodies slot into one another’s on the beanbag, the very little space between us growing warmer by the second.

Graham releases a deep breath, his eyes slowly opening again with a small smile spreading across his face. It’s hard to see him properly in the dimly lit room, but I could never mistake those big brown eyes staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” He says, his voice low as he leans in close to speak like we’re the only two people who matter inside a crowded room.

“I wanted to show you how incredible you are. You’ve been so hard on yourself and I just - “ As I speak, tears start to well up in my eyes and I look up to the ceiling to try and stop them from falling. I’d already told myself earlier that I wouldn’t cry, because I don’t want Graham to think he’s upset me. I press at my eyes lightly with my fingertips in an attempt to push the tears away. “I can’t stand seeing you this way because you don’t deserve to feel like this. If it wasn’t for you, Blur wouldn’t exist! Everything you’ve all achieved wouldn’t have happened.” My voice begins to shake and I feel Graham’s hand on my arm, rubbing it gently to try and calm me down.

“Y/N.” He starts, before reaching up to turn on the light. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust, before my gaze falls to the ground to avoid his. If I look at him properly, I know I’ll start bawling. “Look at me. Please.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I’ll cry, and then you’ll get upset and I don’t want to make you feel any worse than wha - “

“You won’t upset me. Y/N, I’m sorry I’ve - “

“No, Graham. Don’t apologise.” I grip onto his shirt tightly, my fingers tangling in the fabric. Graham bows his head and nudges it against mine, edging closer until he pushes my head up with his and our noses are almost touching. We both open our eyes, our faces too close that my vision is distorted and I’m seeing double. I pull back, sniffling once and dabbing at my eyes again, still not allowing any tears to actually emerge.

“I’m sorry,“ he starts and I sigh at his words, but he hushes me by holding his finger up to my face, “for putting you through this. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t realise how it was making you feel.”

“Graham, this isn’t about me.”

“But it affects you. Bloody hell, if I had to live with this miserable twat - “ he points to himself and I scoff, slapping the back of his hand playfully. “ - I’d have given up by now.”

“I would never give up on you.” My voice is barely above a whisper, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. Graham goes silent again, staring down at our joined hands and moving his thumbs around. I nudge his head with mine in the same way he did previously and he sniffles, his chest rising and immediately falling again. “Graham?” I bring my hand to his chin and push his face up to find his eyes watery, and cheeks significantly more red compared to a moment ago.

“God, look at me. What the hell are you still doing with me, ay? I’m a bleeding mess.” He sniffs, roughly wiping tears off of his cheeks with the backs of his hands.

“Because I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.”

“Not even - “

“Ah! Stop right there. There’ll be no more of that.” I take his hands away from his face, holding onto them loosely. “Graham Coxon, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. And I’ll give you a free pass to slap me silly for being so cheesy.” I laugh, his grip on my hands tightening as he awkwardly slides closer on the beanbag, his body sinking into it at a strange angle and pulling me with him. “I love you.”

Within a second, Graham’s hands are on both sides of my face, pulling me in for a kiss; the kind of kiss that feels like the person is pouring their entire heart out to you. Like the kiss between the main characters of a movie, when they’ve just ran across a field or a busy road to collide with another at the centre. His lips messily press against mine and I can feel the stray tears running down his face as they dampen my cheeks. My hands rest on his legs, holding on firmly as his thumbs dig into my face a little. It doesn’t hurt, but he soon pulls away and swipes at my face softly as if to apologise for it. He uses his sleeve to dry my face and I do the same for him, small gasps of laughter exchanging between us.

“Thank you for doing this. If you can’t tell, I really love it.” He says sincerely with a genuine smile, the biggest smile I’ve seen from him in weeks. The expression is infectious and I can’t help mimicking him as I grin back like the Cheshire Cat. The faint sound of knocking from downstairs pulls us out of our romance film-esque daydream and we both clamber to our feet.

As we approach the stairs, Graham stops and spins me around, pulling me into him. I land against his chest with a huff, before adjusting my hair and looking up at him. “After we eat, can you show me the film again?” He asks, his hand meeting mine to help me fix the loose hairs falling in my eyes.

“We can watch it as many times as you like.”

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #oneshot #blur #request #anon request

[positivityfortoday]

☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today! 

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees 

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals 

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword 

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him 

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things 

Talks and walks with my son 

Morning breakfast and coffee 

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends 

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers 

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold 

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate 

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate 

The smell of playdoh 

Taking photos

Getting new clothing 

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend 

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement 

My cat 

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately 

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something 

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores 

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people 

Balloons

Succulents 

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided 

Eating at a restaurant 

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature 

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins 

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast 

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace 

Baby animals 

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on 

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing 

Daydreaming 

Taking a bath

Christmas 

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people 

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn 

Brownies

Looking out the window 

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee 

Watching YouTube videos 

Getting a haircut 

Seeing a deer in the woods 

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds 

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail 

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations 

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts 

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele 

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone 

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms 

The smell of flowers

The ocean 

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times 

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window 

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for 

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring 

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea 

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself 

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning 

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep 

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists 

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms 

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit 

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like 

Seeing the sunrise/sunset 

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it 

Making edits I’m really proud of 

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like 

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void 

Finding a new good song 

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry 

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

 When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done 

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant 

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool 

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially 

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go 

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love 

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke 

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Pinterest

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow 

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing 

Crocheting 

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles 

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining 

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain 

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends 

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops 

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties 

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

Thank you all so much for following me and supporting my blog! It means a TON! I never expected for this blog to become popular, especially because I originally started it to help myself get through some mental health issues. I am so happy to be able to share my journey of healing with you all! It means the world to me to help or make a positive impact on even just one person’s life! Each and every single one of you is amazing!! You matter and you are SO important! Thanks again for your everything! Have a great day!!! Sending sunshine your way!! 

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