I never thought there’d come a day when four cupcake trays of 12 weren’t enough but then I’ve never tried to bake “please don’t die of stress here have a cake” cakes for an entire office before now either.
Oh yeah that one blonde dad who wears pink and blue and is depicted with baked goods who–through AU shenanigans and crowdfunded headcanon–is believed to have a dark, violent, secret life that deals with the occult.
gryffindor. thecracklingof fire; roasted marshmallows; loud laughs; soft pillows; socked feet; burning your tongue while sipping a hot drink too quickly; jumping in coloured piles of leaves; the smell of cinnamon, orange and chocolate; hair blowing wildly in the wind; oversized sweaters; listening to loud music through headphones; baking with friends and laughing hysterically at the mess you create; watching stars from the rooftop; lying on the floor in a moment of deep thought
ravenclaw. watching people through foggy windows in cafes; overthinking; clouds of warm breath in the cold air; the cold crisp of air against your face; cups of hot coffee in the morning; listening to the hammering of the rain against the window, or the roof; wrapping up in soft blankets; silent chuckles; hidden smiles; the sound of pages turning; soft scarves; muttering something under your breath while concentrating; loose ponytails; deep conversations at night; paint in warm colours; tired yawns; falling stars
hufflepuff. messy buns; the sound of crunching leaves under your boots; knotted cardigans; wide smiles; star gazing; deep sighs; soft socks; rosy cheeks; fluffy earmuffs; vanilla scented candles; hanging fairy lights everywhere; warm and long hugs; hot chocolate with marshmallows; pumpkin carving; staying in bed just a little bit longer; flower crowns; sunny mornings; walking around with flowers in your jeans pockets; delighted laughs; capturing the last rays of sun with a vintage camera; intertwined fingers; cuddles
slytherin. cold fingertips; walking through the woods; inhaling the cold air at night; content smiles; the feeling you get when you can finally lay in bed after a shitty day; pressing your forehead against a cold window; combat boots and oversized coats; dark lip colours; the flickering of candle light in the darkness; misty mornings; black tea; leather gloves; deep, husky voices; amused smirks; walking barefoot on a cold, wooden floor; black, wide-brimmed hats and vintage sunglasses
enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars
enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth
infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes
infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field
intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses
intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements, blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate
entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans
entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse
estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs
esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day
isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality
istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice
istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights
isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream
esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch
estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe) Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.
A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(
Summary:After all, he was her red rose, while she was just
another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.
“The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold
stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness
that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt,
love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the
rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her
when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.
Those two words had been rattling around your head for the last three days as you replayed the events of that night over and over in your head. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. You’d merely caught up with a former fellow student from Hawkins. That was all. You definitely weren’t replaying his soft, easy grins, or the way his lips had felt, rough against your cheek. You weren’t throwing around the idea of grabbing coffee with him again. You weren’t thinking about him and Max, the two of them with just the other on Christmas.
You sure as hell weren’t thinking of inviting him to your house for Christmas. That wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
“You think we should go for red sprinkles or green sprinkles?”
Steve held up the two bottles to you, as though he genuinely thought that you would have an opinion one way or the other.
“Red or green, Y/N? We’re burning daylight here.”
“Just get both. You know Dustin would complain if you only got one color and not the other.”
“That’s true,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he put the two items into his basket. He pressed his lips together, sidestepping from the sprinkles to the chocolate chips. “Should we get mini or regular size?”
Your gaze flickered from him to someone behind him. Your whole body tensed when you caught sight of that small grin of his. It was still jarring to see him like that, without the mullet or angry look on his face. He looked between you and Steve, the grin sliding into a small smirk, reminiscent of the ones from back in high school. Your heart sped up a little as he watched you. God, this was insane. There was no rational explanation as to why your heart decided to switch to doubletime. Literally none.
In an instant, two bags of chocolate chips appeared in front of your eyes. You jerked back, frowning as you blinked at them.
After my long hiatus, I’ve decided to come back with a bang. And what’s a better way to do that than have posting a fanfic a day for the entire month of July?
Throughout my hiatus, I’ve been gathering up ideas and wrote a few pieces even. Now, I’m ready to share them all with you. So I’ll hope you guys are interested, because I can’t wait to get back on Tumblr. I miss you all so much!
So throughout July, I will update this post so that it’ll be a masterpost of July writings by the end of the month. Cover photo made by the lovely @queen–valeskaxx!
Please send in any feedback you have throughout the month, because a lot of the posts will depend on what you guys want.
So shall we get started?
Saturday, July 1st:Blizzard (Bucky Barnes x Reader) You and your three-month work crush get stuck in a Target store when a blizzard hits town. Fluff ensues.
Sunday, July 2nd:What are the Odds? (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader) After a summer of hookups, you are now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds?
Monday, July 3rd:Good Luck Charm (Avengers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader) You take the boys to a hockey game.
Tuesday, July 4th:A Slice of Your Childhood (Steve Rogers x Reader) You’ve been struggling on what to get Steve for his birthday. Deciding to bring back a piece of his childhood, you made him his mother’s chiffon cake.
Wednesday, July 5th:Movie Clichés (Bucky Barnes x Reader) I’m a realist who looks down on movie cliches. Bucky is an optimist who believes in true love. What happens when we make a checklist of movie cliches and try to complete all of them in one week?
Thursday, July 6th:Ultimate Fangirl (Avengers Cast x Reader) My Marvel, inner fangirl gets exposed during my DC press tour, and now that’s all I talk about during my interviews. When going onto Ellen DeGeneres’ show, she not only has questions in store for me but a surprise as well.
Friday, July 7th:Never Letting You Go (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Based on ‘Closer’ by the Chainsmokers ft. Halsey
Sunday, July 9th:Who’s to Blame? (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky Barnes is the most eligible bachelor in New York, a ladies’ man and a dick even. He’s also your best friend. However, he gets into a freak accident and he ends up losing his left arm. His confidence is shattered, and it’s up to you to show him that he is still the man he was before the accident.
Wednesday, July 12th:Thrift Store Shopping (Avengers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve, Sam, and Bucky go thrift store shopping. Steve happens open an old Captain America poster, and Bucky and Sam insists in buying it.
Thursday, July 13th:Pepper Potts’ Niece (Avengers x Reader) Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage.
Saturday, July 15th:Who Put a Ficus in the Elevator? (Avengers x Reader) During your first quarter of college, you’ve gone to many frat parties. Let’s see how the Avengers react to their sweet little Y/N becoming a party girl.
Sunday, July 16th:Better Than a Stripper (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers) Bucky never planned on the night ending in handcuffs and a hole in his ceiling. But what else do you expect when it comes to his 30th birthday party?
Thursday, July 27th:The Real You (Avengers x Reader) Ever since you joined the Avengers, you felt the need to keep to yourself. The Avengers were Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, so a lot was riding on what they thought of you. However, when you bump into an old friend of yours at a gala event, your facade breaks. Let’s see what the Avengers actually think of the real you.
Monday, July 31st: ‘There are Worse Things.’ (Steve Rogers x Reader) You tend to keep your heart guarded from ever getting hurt, keeping everyone at arm’s length. However, a certain super soldier managed to sneak his way in. Will you let him in or will refuse to see it through?
Quality time together. Some beer, snacks and stupid jokes, no one has to know about. Big bro and Little bro. I just love how short Carlos is compared to the Boss. On the character list his height is 5'5". And he’s like 30-something cm (maybe 20? I’m not sure. He’s SHORT okay? }XD) shorter than the Boss - you can see that in the cutscenes. Which makes the Boss’s height at least 6'2" (6'3")… (if you rely on the information given by that reference picture.) Well, Ion is for sure one tall son of a gun. He always was. (He hates low ceilings. At his old home he was knocking his head on all of the doorposts. “That’s why you aways so angry, hon? Isn’t it?” - his Mom.)
“Then I went to prison,” he said abruptly. “And to England. I wrote to
them—and they to me—but it canna be the same, to see a few black words
on the paper, telling things that happened months before.
“And when I
came back—” He shrugged, wincing as the movement jarred his arm. “It was
different. Ian would ask me what I thought of fencing in auld Kirby’s
pasture, but I’d know he’d already set Young Jamie to do it. I’d walk
through the fields, and folk would squint at me, suspicious, thinking me
a stranger. Then their eyes would go big as they’d seen a ghost, when
they knew me.”
He stopped, looking out at the window, where the brambles
of his mother’s rose beat against the glass as the wind changed. “I was
a ghost, I think.” He glanced at me shyly. “If ye ken what I mean.”
“Maybe,” I said. Rain was streaking the glass, with drops the same gray
as the sky outside. “
You feel like your ties to the earth are broken,” I
said softly. “Floating through rooms without feeling your footsteps.
Hearing people speak to you, and not making sense of it. I remember
that—before Bree was born.” But I had had one tie then; I had her, to
anchor me to life.
He nodded, not looking at me, and then was quiet for a
minute. The peat fire hissed on the hearth behind me, smelling of the
Highlands, and the rich scent of cock-a-leekie and baking bread spread
through the house, warm and comforting as a blanket.