#littlereader

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Request: heyy idk if you write for bucky barnes but if you do could you do a bucky x little reader who's never had someone who actually cared for her? like she never had a cg or her parents always neglected her so she keeps feeling like shes a burden to Bucky?

For @crazyforbarnes - I hope you enjoy!

Notes: GN!Reader, fluff, angst, mentions of trust issues and neglect

Not alone anymore

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

The repetitive routine was long and hard but you just kept pushing through. You had always had to work hard and you had no choice but to work in the little downtown cafe to pay rent and bills.

Of course Bucky had tried to encourage you to move in with him, but you were so ingrained into your own personal survival mode that you kept refusing.

The only escape you had was stepping into your little apartment, or into Bucky's floor in the Tower and letting yourself regress.

Unfortunately, there was a difference between regressing alone and with Bucky.

When alone you could be as little as 3, and you had the small spare room as your little space so that you wouldn't hurt yourself.

With Bucky, you never got younger than 6/7.

To say you had parental issues was an overstatement. Born the 7th child of a family that couldn't care for themselves you were often neglected and left to look after yourself.

So when Bucky stepped into his place as your dada, you couldn't stop yourself from still trying to be independent.

It was finally the weekend and you were staying with Bucky in the Tower. He was in the kitchen cooking as you finished up some paperwork.

You had been pushing away your regression for the whole week, under pressure to finish this project but now you were just overwhelmed, over tired, hungry, and frustrated.

All too big for your little brain to handle at the moment.

Bucky had a 6th sense about your regression. He knew that you were holding back but he always let you do what you wanted to do so that he could build that trust. He knew that you struggled to let anyone in and to let yourself be loved, but he hated seeing how hard you worked yourself because you believed that was the only way you would be worthy of attention and praise.

With a dish towel slung over his shoulder he walked up behind you where you were working at the dining table and gently starts to rub your shoulders, hoping to give you a little nudge towards regressing.

"Hiya pumpkin, dinner is almost ready. How about we get you into some comfies, huh?"

His voice was a soft rumble, tugging at that loose thread in your head in hopes that it would all unravel.

"Can't da-Bucky, gotta finish 'dis" Your own words were soft and slurred as you did feel yourself slipping.

The appeal of getting into comfy pjs and cuddling your dada while a movie played was slowly starting to take over the urge to finish the project.

"Hmmm.... Pumpkin, it's not your job to finish all this. You can go in on Monday and your team can help you. You need to rest too. You deserve it"

You shook your head, doubling down on your work. Your stubbornness drew a sigh from Bucky who gently took the pencil from you and pulled the chair away from the desk so you couldn't keep working.

He squatted down, cool metal hand cupping your cheek as he guides you to look at him.

"Baby, it's time to stop. No more working tonight, how about we-"

"But I have to finish dis!" You normally would never interrupt Bucky, but right now you were on the verge of regressing and also your exhaustion and frustration was starting to manifest itself as a temper tantrum.

Rather than getting frustrated, Bucky held your hands in his, attempting to calm you down a little bit.

"Pumpkin... can you tell me why you don't want me to look after you and help you regress? Am I doing something wrong?"

Bucky felt confused. He worked so hard to make you feel safe and comfortable when you regressed, but it was as if you didn't trust him.

"I- I, you not doing something wrong.." Your speech started to slip more and more, your own frustrations becoming too difficult to explain.

"I just never had a daddy or mummy.... always jus' me"

You couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky as you spoke, instead deciding to look at your feet.

Bucky felt his heart break at your words. It wasn't that you didn't trust him- you simply didn't know how to let yourself be little and let someone look after you.

"Ok..... ok. Pumpkin, how about tonight we try something different, hmm? How about dada makes all the big decisions and you can just relax"

Bucky hoped that by getting you to agree to let him make decisions that you would let yourself properly regress without your survival instincts kicking in.

You take a moment to think about it.... it did sound nice to have dada making all the big decisions...

Finally you nod and Bucky breaks out into a big smile, kissing your forehead.

"That's dada's brave lil' pumpkin! Now, let's get you into some comfies"

Scooping you up into his arms, Bucky walks into his room, all the while pressing kisses over your cheeks, forehead, and nose.

By your little giggles, he was already very aware that you had regressed younger than you ever had before with him.

However, when you first brought up age regression he had done so much research and had bought a load of different things for different ages.

Wanting to give you the best experience as he could, he kept you on his hip as he dug around in his drawers for a duck print onesie that he had always wanted to use.

Once he had it, he sat you on the bed and helped you get changed.

"Aaand there goes one sock! And two socks! Now we gotta lift those little arms up to take your top off- that's it, you are doing so good Pumpkin!"

Soon you were in the fluffy duck print onesie, with fluffy socks in to protect your feet from the cold tiles of the floor.

Before leaving the room, he snuck a paci into his pocket.

Bucky took you through to the living room, setting you down on the massive sofa and making sure that you were propped up by pillows. He asked Jarvis to put on Bluey for you while he went and sorted dinner.

He could still see you from the open plan kitchen as he put the meal that he had originally prepared in the fridge and instead made you a plate of chicken nuggets, apple slices, cheese cubes, carrots and some goldfish crackers.

You were really engrossed in the cartoon that Bucky had to sit you on his lap and hand fed you your food.

He praised you for every bite and kissed your cheeks when you finished everything.

It felt so natural to be looking after you like this. You let yourself relax and you were so desperate for it that you couldn't even try to look after yourself.

Soon you were full and snuggled up on Buckys lap, staring to doze off as your day of big emotions caught up with you. Looking down to check up on you, Bucky smiled as he sees that you have put your thumb in your mouth as you self soothe.

"Oh baby, let's not put our fingers in our mouth- look, dada has a paci for you"

He gently pulls your thumb out of your mouth, aware that you are half asleep and eases the paci in to replace it.

Your eyes slip shut as you sook on the paci, your body finally giving in and letting you drift off to dreamland.

Bucky waits for a couple of minutes, to make sure he doesn't disturb you, before slowly standing up and carrying you to bed.

He asks Jarvis to turn everything off as he tucks you into bed before quickly changing into his own pyjama pants and laying in bed, tucking you into his chest.

Sometimes you will have bad days, ones where you feel like you have to look after yourself. But Bucky will always be there to help you.

[theoceantot]

My Melody as a Caregiver!

This is for my best friend/caregiver becasue she's going through a hard time and I love her. Hope these comfort you <3

•My melody is the most sweetest and nurturing caregiver

•Does best with baby/toddler regressors. Kid regressors stress her out a bit more

•Loves baking with you if you're feeling old enough for it. She'll let you stir the ingredients and mold the cookies but she doesn't want her baby getting burnt so no going near the oven little one.

•She walks you around her garden and let's you smell the flowers(only before she checks if there's bees or any other bug in them)

•If you're non verbal that's more than okay. She's quick to figure out what you want and need.

"𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒?" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑘. "𝐼𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦? 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑘" 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑚ile 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑘.

•Not good with tantrums. It stresses her out so much because she wants so badly for you to be happy and if she doesn't know how to fix the situation she'll end up crying right with you

•Shes so good at comforting you though. She'll sing to you, brush your hair, and maybe even let you pick out a new toy

"𝐴𝑤𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ��ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤. "𝑁𝑜𝑤 ℎ��𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑜𝑦? 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ"

•Loves showing all her friends how much she adores you. If there are judgmental beings she'll get stren with them for you. Nobody makes you feel like your regression is gross. You're perfect just the way you are

•Hide and seek is your favorite game. She'll pretend to not see you or not know where you are to make the game last longer.

"𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒? 𝐼𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒" 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑.

•Its no secret my melody loves pink so the majority of clothes she gets you are pretty pink! Omg and the matching bows she gets you guys. So so cute.

[beah388love]

Promise?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve accidentally scares you

Warnings: Yelling,hot coffee,crying,sobbing,swearing,bruised arm!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was sat on Steve's lap on the sofa, "dada...wanna get 'down" you mumbled as you climbed down his lap and he helped you.

But he forgot he left his hot cup of coffee on the floor.

You accidentally kicked it and the boiling beverage went all over the floor.

"Fuc- Y/n!" Steve yelled panicked as he pushed you away from the hot liquid.

Making you fall on your arm with widened eyes.

Steve grabbed a towel and cleaned up the hot coffee.

You cried in pain and shock,

Steve looked up at you and he felt bad,

He didn't mean to yell at you he just didn't want you to burn yourself.

"Baby...I'm sorry I-" he went to hold you but you ran away down the hallway and bumped into Bucky and Sam.

You cried and Bucky picked you up confused.

"Bee? Sh shh..what happened?" He asked you confused as he looked around for Steve "kiddo?" Sam said confused.

"Scary! No!" You cried and screamed.

You held onto Bucky grabbing his shirt in a fist "No!" You screamed and sobbed into his shirt.

"What happened to her arm?" Sam asked when he saw your lightly bruised wrist.

"Why would I know?! I've been here with you the whole time?" Bucky huffed at him and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever tinman"

"C'mon let's go look for Steve" Bucky said but you jumped at the sound of his name.

"No! No!" You sobbed into his shirt and Bucky was beyond confused.

You loved Steve.

"Hey..Hey what happened?" He asked you softly and you shook your head into his chest still crying.

He gently rocked you but your tears didnt stop.

Bucky and Sam take you to the main room, looking for Steve but only see Nat and Tony sitting on the sofa.

"Is that my favourite little baby?" Nat smiled but you hid your face.

"Is she okay?" Nat asked worried and Bucky shrugged.

"I'm not sure? She just came to us crying? And her arm is bruised?" Bucky said

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked confused and Bucky and Sam shrugged their shoulders again.

By the sound of his name you began crying again.

"I'm not sure but by the looks of it she doesn't want to be around him right now" Sam said and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Baby? Don't you want to see Steve?" Nat asked and you cried into Buckys chest again.

And just on cue Steve ran into the room panting.

"Have you seen bee? I've been looking everywhere?" Steve rushed out until his eyes landed on you.

You screamed when you saw him, you began sobbing into Bucky and held onto him tightly, holding his shirt in a fist.

The fabric crinkling under your palm.

"What happened?" Tony asked confused and Steve sighed.

"I accidentally yelled at her when she knocked over my coffee, i pushed her out the way, i didn’t want her to burn herself!" Steve explained as you cried.

"And now she won't go near me..." steve huffed

"I'm sure she'll go to you she just needs to trust you again" Nat said and Steve tried to smile with a nod.

He reached out to hold you but you screamed loudly and cried holding onto Bucky somehow even tighter.

"See? She hates me" Steve sighed disappointedly.

Nat shook her head walking over to Bucky and taking you off of him.

"Sh sh..stevies okay? See he won't hurt you" Nat shushed you softly sad you calmed down for a bit but then you remembered him yelling at you and you shook you head again, crying a repeated no.

"Steve she is terrified of you" Tony said and Steve sighed

"Stating the obvious much?" Nat rolled her eyes

At this point you hadn't gone near him the whole day.

You was in buckys arms and Steve gave you a sad smile and you blinked at him through wet eyelashes.

You held your hand out to him and he blinked with widened eyes wasting no time to go towards you to  hold you but that's when right on time.

Thor burst through the room "hello earthlings! I am here!" Thors voice boomed and echoed through the room making you jump and cry, covering your ears in Steve's chest.

"Shut up!" Everyone said in union.

And Thor looked around confused until he saw you crying and he felt so bad.

"Oops I'm sorry baby earthling" Thor said quietly and softly making you smile.

You nuzzled your face into Steve's chest embracing his smell, not realising it was Steve.

Until you looked up at him and flinched.

He rubbed your back gently.

"I'm sorry sweetheart..I didn't mean to scare you..or hurt you" Steve sighed disappointed with himself as he gently rubbed your arm.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your face smushing against it.

"I promise it will never happen again." Steve said and you perked your head up.

"Promise?" You asked softly and he nodded

Leaning down and rubbing his nose with yours, your foreheads touching.

"I promise." He smiled giving your nose and forehead a kiss.

You giggled and melted into him falling asleep after all your crying tired you out.

"Oh, that went easier than i thought" Tony said and Thor shushed him.

"She's so cute" Nat smiled and Sam walked over to you giving you a light kiss on the head.

"See ya later kid" he said before leaving the room.

Steve was so happy as he rocked you softly in his arms.

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La Suave Magia de la Naturaleza: Un Bálsamo para el Alma

Hay una magia silenciosa tejida en el mundo que nos rodea, una sinfonía de color y luz que habla a nuestros corazones sin pronunciar una sola palabra. Ya sea en los primeros tonos dorados del amanecer o en el suave rubor del cielo al atardecer, la belleza de la naturaleza nos envuelve con consuelo,

Sonrisas Dominicales ¡Hola, mis encantadores Moonbeams! 🌙 Hay una magia silenciosa tejida en el mundo que nos rodea, una sinfonía de color y luz que habla a nuestros corazones sin pronunciar una sola palabra. Ya sea en los primeros tonos dorados del amanecer o en el suave rubor del cielo al atardecer, la belleza de la naturaleza nos envuelve con consuelo, ofreciendo tanto inspiración como…

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

[busterjustis]

Very sweet vintage hardback copy of "Franklin In The Dark." From the Franklin the Turtle series of children's books. Franklin is afraid of the dark, including his own shell! Find out how he copes.

[theswearyscholar]

One of the things I’ve really enjoyed about my Twitter community (I know, #waitwhut) has been the development of the #AcademicSelfie. I encountered this movement through the international law and legal studies community. It was initially championed by Prof Douglas Guilfoyle and has been taken up by quite a few of us in the ANZSIL community. It’s delightful because one of the unspoken rules of academia is that you must simultaneously care very deeply, and also not care at all about how you’re dressed: be professional, but not superficial! Your brain is the important thing, not how you present yourself. But also, don’t look like a slob. And women? Be “professional” but don’t be pretty! Wear a suit, but not a pants suit (too masc), and not a dress or a skirt that is too clingy, form fitting, or flowy. We all know the “I don’t care” lewk is a signifier of how clever (white) men are, because they focus on their Very Important Thoughts rather than frivolous (feminine) things like fashion. The Academic Selfie hashtag confronts this discourse: is populated by scholars across the genders and is generally focused on style over fashion. It’s also a great space to explore vulnerability, such as those days where you’re feeling like an academic fraud, and therefore put on the costume of the academic. Or the days when your emotional and psychological resilience needs replenishing and you are living in the same tracksuit for the third day running, or in an animal onesie. The Academic Selfie has offered a place for people who are expected to inhabit only their minds to also inhabit their bodies. It enables scholars who are often focussed on Very Serious Thinking about relationships between States, corporations, and individuals, with issues of human rights, of justice, of politics, politicking and Realpolitik to explore and show their creativity. It’s not merely populated by sports jackets in tweed, but by Corporate Goths, by Homecounties Drag, by Candy Kids and some of the most beautifully tattooed middle-aged Punks I have ever seen. We even have an International Law Barbie, and she is ICONIC.

So the #AcademicSelfie is a place where I can touch in with my peers and my students. I can share my good days, and my bad. I can share the days when I am nailing because I am a GODDAMN GENUIS and gorgeous to boot, and the days where I am amazed that the academy has not yet figured out that I don’t belong there and I am faking it and also aren’t we due for a Cave Hag Winter right about now? I will genuinely miss that point of connection when the Twitterverse finally implodes/ eats its own tail all the way down/ when Twagnorok finally arrives #Twitterdämmerung.

The other thing that the #AcademicSelfie helped me to realise is related to my AuDHD (I was diagnosed last year at the age of 40. I went through THREE goddamn bachelor degrees and a PHD undiagnosed. I am SALTY AF. This is another story. However it also explains the regular asides because #ADHDTangents). So lockdowns revealed to a lot of folk with ADHD that they needed to put together new strategies to enable them to work remotely because just sitting down in front of the computer DOES NOT WORK FOR US. So maybe it’s timekeeping, maybe it’s drinking mint tea, maybe it’s putting on shoes but you need to do something to make your body feel like it has to work when it is not in its Work Space.

Now, I want you to bear in mind two things:

1. I wasn’t diagnosed until 2022.

2. My industry (academia) is unstable on a good day: we move between offices (usually shared) and classrooms. We often teach classes in the evening (so people who are working can study), we sometimes work on campus, we sometimes work from home. Many of us are precariously employed: in Australia we might be on six or 12 month fixed term contracts (if we are lucky), or casual contracts by semester (these mean the universities don’t have to pay us over the Summer break which is usually from late October to early March. I shit you not. That is the LONG SUMMER OF CENTRELINK and no one, NO ONE, want that). In the US this sort of teaching is described as adjunct teaching. I also want to stress that in Australia (where our union is running a campaign regarding wage theft by the Universities) we are significantly better paid as casuals than are the UK or US members of the academic precariat. Not enough to make it long term viable to work this way (she says after she’s worked this way for 10 years), not well enough to call it “financial security”, but well enough that (if I teach the equivalent of 2 full time teaching loads at 2 institutions during the academic year) I can mostly make it through Oct-Mar with my rent pre-paid and my Christmas shopping done in the October sales. Then I just spend that time working admin/retail/teaching if I can get it/doing research/trying to write/searching for jobs/failing to write/having ZombiePlagueFlu/having AuDHD burnout and depression.

Anyway, my point is that I have always struggled to focus when working from home (which I often do). There is washing/vacuuming/napping to do. The Academic Selfie helped me to realise that what I needed when I wanted to work wasn’t shoes, a playlist, or mint tea: it was make up.

Every morning as part of my routine I put on makeup.

This is often something that women in the academy are low key shamed for: it is conformist, it is a tool of patriarchy, it’s superficial. I’ve read the arguments against makeup. I see it, I understand them. Also, I’m femme, this is a political position that is

I don’t fucken care. Makeup helps me to focus.

I shower I get out and dry my face, I put on whatever serum I’m using at the moment. My skin care and makeup routine is not a habit for me, because my ADHD means I don’t form habits (I form Compulsions, and boy-howdy do I form them well). My skin care and makeup routine is, however, meditative and creative. My choice of textures and colours are premised on my outfit, on my skin’s needs at that point, on what character I want to present to the world.

Am I a Very Serious Grown Up?

Am I Professional Business Lady?

Am I Scatterbrained Professor?

Am I Manic Pixie Nightmare Broad?

Am I Soft Femme Romantique?

Am I Middle-Aged Mall Goth?

Am I Miscellaneous Pill You Found On The Floor At Revolver?

Each of these requires different bases, eyeshadow colours and styles, eyeliner colours, textures and applications, and LIPSTICKS.

Honestly, I can and have turned up to teach a class in every single one of these aesthetics.

Even when I’m teaching from home, or working from home, or reading from home, if I put on my slap in the morning I will guaranteed be more focussed throughout the rest of the day.

This leads me to the thing that made me want to write this morning:

I’m sharing the knowledge. I have a lot of makeup. I will never show my mother the extent of my makeup collection, but it’s one of my hyperfocuses, I love experimenting and I am perpetually on the search for the perfect red lipstick. (Things I would tell my daughter if I had one (I don’t): spend money on a good red lipstick. There are days where it will make you feel powerful. Line your lips, put the lippie on your top lip, do the mumumum lip smoosh. Apply eyeshadow or flush or something. Blot. Apply a light dust of powder to your lip. Apply the lipstick again. Mumumumumum. Blot. Go forth and battle evil.)

So here are my faves.

Primer:

L’Oréal Paris Prime Lab: I fucken miss the Garnier 5 second blur primer, but in Australia this has been my next fave.

ELF Poreless Putty Primer: This shit is hardcore, but well priced, smooth AF and holds all day. Bless KMart.

Foundation:

I miss The Original’s foundation which was perfect, because I’m not into a heavy coating. Usually I go with a tinted CC cream. But I recently picked up two products from W7 that are amazing. The one for heavy coverage is the W7 Ultimate Cover Up and that sadly seems to be discontinued so that sucks. The other one is:

W7 Genius Foundation: for a pasty bitch like moi, this is a light, soft, serum like cover with a matte finish. It’s perfect for every day and cheap AF.

When it comes to blush, shimmer, eyeshadow, I honestly just play around.

Mascara:

Generally I try to keep my makeup budget friendly (except for perfume, that’s a whole different ballgame), but I make an exception for mascara

Fenty Frontal Volume: Holy shit this mascara is flawless.

Lips:

Make-Up Studio Matte Silk-Effect Duo: I got this as a sample in the Velvet Mauve and I will repurchase. Long lasting, great colour, doesn’t dry out.

Fenty Stunna Lip Paint: I still haven’t forgiven Fenty for discontinuing my fave every day lipstick, but this red is currently the greatest of the red lipsticks available IMHO.

In terms of general makeup brands my fave (Kiko Milano) isn’t available in Australia, so I have to stock up when I’m in the UK. Their eyeshadows and shimmers are amazing and I love every lipstick of theirs that I own.

In terms of perfumes I’m a fucking monster. I love them. I spend FAR too much money on them. However, if you want a long lasting scent that is going to be sexy, elegant and professional, but also not everywhere and not going to bankrupt you, you can’t go wrong with checking out Fragonard. I get mine through Libertine because they send out samples with purchase that are basically a show bag for adults who love perfume. I am currently wearing their pomegranate one which is sweet but tart, and gorgeous for winter. I also love their violet perfume because I’m not super into florals that are rose-based and violets have a delicious, vintage edge to them. This perfume also has a bit of a citrus and berry sharpness to cut through the floral-powdery nose feeling. (How good is that autism, eh?)

Honestly, now that I’ve finished with this information, the urgency is gone and I’m like how the fuck did I get from Twitter to lipstick? Fuck it. I haven’t written this much in ages, so I’ll take it. I’m going to make lunch.

Do with this information what you will.

[wlwsoccerfics]

That's my Baby Sister(StephCatleyXLittleReader)

Warnings: swearing

Summary: you are dating Steph and no one (but Kyra) knows. Then your sister Kim finds out on accident.

You and Steph started dating around three months ago. But kept it to yourself for now. Kyra knew. First cause she was your best friend and like a little sister to Steph and second cause you three have been living together for a while now.

Most people thought you and Kyra were attached by the hip. Which was true. So they didn't think anything of the three of you living together.

Well at home you were quite attached to Steph. And the other way around. You can't remember the last time you and her didn't share a bed. One of your rooms was always empty.

Right now you were all cuddled up to her on the couch. You had two hours before you had to leave. You would play a game against Manchester City today. It was an away Game.

"i don't want to leave the couch today. It's so comfy in your Arms." You whispered out. Steph kissed your head. Holding you as close as possible.

"i don't want to leave either." She admitted.

"you two could just tell people, you know?" Kyra stated from the doorway. Both you and Steph looked at her.

"we could, but you know how protective Kim is of me!" You told her.

"but Steph and her are Friends, i am sure she knows Steph is respectful and loving. She would never hurt you!"Kyra answered.

"yeah or she will k*ll us both!" You said, being overly dramatic. Kyra rolled her eyes playfully.

"yes sure thing. Sounds realistic!" Kyra replied. Steph was biting down on her bottom lip.

"we should think about it. Even though your sister is scary when she gets so protective." Steph admitted.

"aww stephy is scared!" Kyra said teasingly.

"you really are such a pest!" Steph replied with a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

It was an hour later, you all were getting ready. You were the one that put together all three Kit bags. Making sure everyone had everything in it. You were quite organized. So it was the obvious choice that you would do that Task. You packed everything you guys needed to wear before filling up all three water bottles in the kitchen and also putting them away into your bags.

"are you guys ready?" You asked and turned towards your best friend and your girlfriend.

"yes we are, Mom!" Kyra said teasingly.

"you really are a little pest sometimes!" You replied jokingly.

"good thing we love you, no matter what!" Steph stated.

"yes to what my girl said!" You answered. Steph blushed softly. You knew she liked when you called her that. Pecking her lips gently. Which she returned.

"eww, disgusting!" Kyra let out a fake gag noise. You flipped your best friend of and handed her the Kit bag.

"Here. Let's get going!" You told her and took both yours and Stephs bag. Before taking her hand in yours gently. You walked out with Steph, following Kyra. Then you locked the door of your House. Walking to the Car. You Had to drive to the Arsenal training grounds cause you would ride there together. Having a little Coach Trip.

"before either of you start to protest, yes we are listening to Ms. Swift because we are taking my Car." You told them with a soft grin. They both chuckled softly.

"whatever you want, Babe." Steph replied.

"whipped!" Kyra told Steph.

You in fact listened to Taylor Swift until you reached your Destination.

When you stepped out of the Car the three of you already saw Lia, Leah, Kim ,Katie & Caitlin standing there. You all hugged one another and saying your hellos.

"hey Girls!" Lia said.

"hello." You replied. Offering her a soft smile.

"how are you feeling about the Game?" Kim, your older sister asked.

"confident!" Katie stated.

"me too!" You answered.

"we know they are an amazing Team. But so are we. We gonna put up a fight." Caitlin said.

"that's the Spirit!" Leah told all of you. Beth walked over with Lotte & Vic. Renée making her way over as well.

"hey, how are you guys Feeling? Everyone okay?" She asked. Renée always made sure all of you were doing okay. And offered comfort If you weren't. she always knew what to say.

Soon the entire Team was there. No surprise that you sat on the bus with Steph, Kyra and Alessia. Kim and Leah sitting close by.

You were playing UNO.

"Stop cheating, Kyra." You told your best friend, who was trying to take a peek at your cards.

"i am not cheating!" She replied and grinned softly.

"you are!" You answered and chuckled softly.

"Kyra, it's obvious." Alessia answered and laughed softly.

"let's just continue playing! Y/n it's your turn." Kyra quickly said.

"oh is it really my turn?" You asked.

"yes Babe it is!" Steph replied and you looked at Steph, she looked at you. Realizing that she accidentally had called you 'babe'. Everyone was looking at the two of you now. There were a few whispers from the Girls that were suspecting the two of you were together. Some even have had bets about it!

"steph...did you just call y/n Babe?!" Kim asked.

"Kim, calm down. Yes we are a couple!" You told your sister.

"your sister is right. We have been for three months now!" Steph stated.

"that's my Baby sister!" Kim said in shock. You rolled your eyes a bit.

"i am 27, Kim. I am not a Baby! I am an adult! And your reaction just proves we were right for not telling you cause you act like a d*ck!" You stated. Even Renée was looking over now.

"okay! Let's just calm down! Please!" Renée told you and your sister.

"sorry Renée." You stated.

"yes sorry." Kim replied.

"maybe the three of you should talk this out before the game. Cause no way you can Play like that!" Katie suggested.

You switched places with the Girls that sat in the back of the Bus and talked.

"i am sorry for yelling." Kim started the conversation.

"i am so sorry for Not telling you about Dating y/n, i was worried how you would react. Cause you are so protective of her. But i can promise you that i love your sister very much. And i won't ever hurt her on purpose." Steph replied.

"and i love Steph very much. She has my heart." You said softly. "I apologize for not telling you, sis!"you added on. Taking Stephs Hand, squeezing it gently. Steph smiled at you and squeezed it back.

"well i reacted like a b*tch a few moments ago when i found out, so can't really blame you for keeping it a secret. The way i reacted was so out of line. I just don't want you to get hurt and was surprised cause Steph is my friend. Sorry for yelling by the way, Steph!" Your sister answered.

"i forgive you. Thanks for apologizing!" Steph replied and smiled at Kim.

"yes Kimi, thanks for apologizing." You told your sister and hugged her. She hugged back and then pulled Steph into the hug with the two of you.

Thankfully now everyone was in the right headspace to Focus on the Game in a few hours.

[toldthatdevil]

Time Out | Mommy!Natasha x LittleReader

pairings: Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

warnings: none ( i don't think)

content: grumpy little, time out, comfort, soft mommy nat

a/n: I enjoyed writing this one, thank you for your req, I hope you like <3

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store illuminated the colourful snack aisles you and Natasha were walking down. There was a promise of a movie night with your mommy which had you excited beyond containment, so of course you had to stock up on snacks.

The basket Natasha was carrying was practically filled to the brim with goodies. Every time you saw something that looked particular tasty (and filled with sugar) you grabbed it off the shelf and placed it inside the basket. 

As you navigated the aisles, hand firmly held in Natasha’s, she began to notice your enthusiasm waning. Anytime she asked you a question about what movie you wanted to watch, or tried to take a packet of candy (because you already had 3) out of the basket, you would grumble which soon escalated into full-blown pouting, much to Natasha’s confusion. Your previously happy energy had now transformed into something more akin to a thundercloud in mere moments.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Your mommy asked, a hint of concern in her voice. “You were so excited about movie night.”

Your lips tightened into a thin line, and you let out a frustrated huff, causing a few shoppers nearby to glance your way.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, annoyance lacing your tone at the mere question.

Natasha sighed softly, recognising that something was most definitely wrong. She reached over and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Alright, let’s finish up here and head home. We can see if you wanna talk then.”

With the shopping incomplete and the mood slightly soured, you dragged your feet slowly as Natasha walked you to the check out to pay for the few items you had collected before leaving the store. The ride back home was quiet, Natasha had tried her best to lighten the mood by playing your favourite songs but before the first note could be sung, your tiny voice pierced the air with an angry shriek.

“No mommy!”

Natasha’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as she complied with your demand, her heart sinking with disappointment at your unexpected outburst. You spent the remainder of the drive in silence, staring out the window completely lost in your own thoughts.

Once pulled into the driveway, Natasha turned off the engine, and looked back at you to check if you were still brooding in the back seat.

You were.

“We’re home,” Natasha said softly, her voice ever patient.

You remained in your seat looking out the window, refusing to meet your mommy’s gaze. Sighing, Natasha climbed out of the drivers side and headed around to the back to retrieve the groceries.

“Y/n, it’s time to go inside,” Natasha said, her voice only just masking her frustration.

You acted like you couldn’t hear her, your gaze still fixed on the shrubs outside of the car. It was only when your mommy’s figure came into view did your gaze shift to her face.

Natasha opened the backseat and unclipped your seatbelt. Silently she lifted you out of the car, but you didn’t protest. She placed you on her hip, grocery bags still hanging from her arm.

Once inside the house, Natasha sat you down on one of the kitchen stools, groceries discarded on the counter next to you.

“Alright, y/n. We need to address this behaviour. You know it’s not okay to act like that in public.”

“Yes it is,” you smirked.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, she wasn’t in the mood for playing games, her patience already wearing thin. She took you by the hand and led you to your time-out chair.

“You’re going to have time-out for a little while so you can think about your behaviour.”

You didn’t say anything, just scowled, bottom lip stuck out as Natasha left the room.

Minutes passed in silence before your mommy returned, her demeanour softer now. She knelt down on the ground in front of you and took both of your hands into her own.

“Okay, y/n. Can you tell me what happened at the store? Was there something bothering you?”

You fiddled with Natasha’s fingers, avoiding her gaze. “ Don’t know, mommy, didn’t feel good.”

Natasha’s concern deepened for you, her maternal instincts kicking in more. She knelt down in front of you, her expression gentle. “Did you not feel good on the inside or outside?”

You shrugged your shoulders, voice barely audible. “Inside.”

“Do you know what made you not feel good on the inside?”

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears, “got tired, mommy, the lights were bright and it was too noisy.”

You could almost see Natasha’s worry turn into understanding. She reached out and gently lifted your chin, making you meet her green eyes. “Hey, sweet one, it’s okay to feel that way. I just wish you could have told me so I could have helped you.”

Your tears fell, wetting your cheeks for only a moment before being brushed away by your mommy. “M sorry mommy.”

Natasha pulled you into a warm hug, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “Apology accepted, sweetheart. Remember you can tell mommy anything, okay?”

You sat in your mommy’s lap, head resting against her shoulder, not wanting to let go of her for a single second. She combed your hair gently with her fingers until your breathing evened out and your grip relaxed slightly.  

After a few quiet moments, Natasha’s voice turned soft and playful. “Hey,” she whispered, “Shall we go start our movie? I think we’ve had enough serious talk for now.”

You nodded yes into her shoulder, eyes no longer filled with tears and a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Natasha helped gently lift you from her lap, allowing you to stand up. 

As you settled onto the couch, you snuggled into Natasha’s chest once again, her arms wrapped around you pulling you close. “You ready?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, feeling safe and loved in the arms of your mommy. You could feel her press a soft kiss to your temple before she clicked ‘play’ and your favourite film lit up the screen.

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[mooodyblue]

Hi Hi!! Before I ask my request I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your stories and post!! Whenever I see that you posted I always jump to see what it is!! Keep up the good work!! ♡

Now, my request might be a little weird. I was thinking maybe it could be CgElvis x littleReader, and basically, the reader is supposed to be sleeping but has a nightmare. Reader immediately runs to find Elvis, Elvis is with is Mafia gang, and he tells them all to leave so he can take care of the reader and help them go to sleep!! Sorry if it's long- and the reader can be gender neutral!!

ahh ty!! sorry this took me so long!! hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

wc: 519

your night time routine when you were little was simple. washing up, pajamas on, and then you devour an entire bottle while he reads to you in his lap. simple as that.

he’d put you down a teeny bit earlier since his friends were coming over that night for a few rounds of pool, needing a little pick me up after dealing with his everyday stresses as elvis presley. he gave you a final good night kiss and went on his way, shutting the door behind him to let you sleep in peace.

unfortunately, that peace didn't last very long.

elvis was in the midst of their first game, poking jerry with the pool cue before positioning himself to shoot his shot.

meanwhile, you woke up in a jolt—plushie tightly clutched to your chest as your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. all you wanted was to be held and comforted by your daddy and nothing more.

elvis hears the quick footsteps down the hall and stands up straight, taking in the scared and sad expression on your face as you walked into the room clutching your favorite plushie. he didn't even need to ask you any questions.

“let’s wrap it up guys.” elvis quickly said.

there was a groan from billy, “but we just got here……”

“i don't care if ya got here yesterday, last tuesday or last year—all of ya, outta my house.” elvis said sternly, pointing his pool cue at the door as they all stumbled out, looking at you and grumbling to themselves.

elvis put down the cue and crouched down. “c’mere, baby.” he cooed, opening his arms wide.

you burst into tears as you walked up to him, his arms pulling you in and holding you tightly. “what's going on, baby? hm?”

“b-bad dream.” you stuttered out, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“oh, my poor baby.” he frowned, pressing his lips against your forehead. “you wanna tell daddy what happened?”

you brought up your plushie to your face, hiding behind the plush fur. “you…you went bye bye…’n t-there was a big monster…’n….you-”

elvis stopped you from speaking anymore, not wanting you to think about it too much. “alright, alright. that's alright, hon. let's get you a bottle.” he sat up straight, taking your small hand in his as you both walked down the steps. “you wanna sleep in daddy’s bed tonight?”

you stood there, back against the counter as he prepared your bottle. “really?” you gasped, your eyes lighting up.

“sure, baby. that way you know daddy’s gonna be by your side the whole time.” he brought you back up to his bedroom, bringing you close in bed as you rested your head on his shoulder. he brought the bottle up to your lips as you sucked away, enjoying the warm milk as it calmed your nerves.

his hand caressed your shoulder gently, humming softly to bring you a bit of comfort. “ain't no monster or bad guy is gonna come and bother us, little one. daddy’s gonna be right here. he’ll protect ya.”

[tinylilacbun]

Omg yessss! I've never read/saw a pregnant!littlereader fic before🥹💞

it would be so adorable!!! Especially with our obx boys 😭🥹