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Push Over(Jimin Smut)

So, I will only warn you once. If you want to think you’re bad ass and read this then you’re on your own. This is NSFW AND I’M GOING TO WARN YOU IT IS TRIGGERING THIS IS NOT SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE KINKS ABOVE AND INCASE YOU DID NOT TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT THE KINKS ARE

GUN PLAY, OIL, VIBRATORS, SPANKINGS, CHOKING, ORAL, ANAL, OVER-STIMULATION, RECORDING, DIRTY TALKING. I don’t regret anything. 

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Push Over:

There you were sitting there with your fingers drumming impatiently against the table you were waiting at. You were beyond pissed/ You were so lived that you felt as if your whole world was turning upside down. You couldn’t believe Jimin had actually stood you up. Here you were, in a short tight red velvet dress hair dolled up in a bun that was decorated with jewels. Eyes lined with a mixture of light and dark seductive makeup and lipstick decked out on your lips. You were past a dime piece tonight and you hated these kinds of places especially wearing tight dresses. You were more of a baggy sweats and tank top kind of woman. Fancy events didn’t excite you but because it was an anniversary you told yourself that it would be better this way. To at least make the male happy because he had done so much for you and he had made your lives better together. But now all these higher up people were looking at you with judgmental gazes. You knew what they were thinking. That you were stuck up, maybe waiting for a man, or for someone to notice you. And who were you to tell them that you weren’t? Because it was none of their fucking business what you were doing here but because it was a constant glare and a constant feeling of eyes on you. Your hand swiped out to pick up your phone, reading that it was 11 PM five hours after the set date with Jimin, you gripped at all you had throwing a hundred-dollar bill down on the table walking out of the door.

You were hurt. It stung deeply, telling yourself to just plant one foot in front of the other you could feel the burning in your reddened cheeks. Black heels piercing the tiled floor as you walked out one of the most upscale popular restaurants in Seoul, you reached a hand out to hail a cab and of course some blew you off because you were a female. Sighing softly, you waited patiently, the cold wind whipping against your cheeks.

“It’s cold out. Take my jacket bunny.” You imagined Jimin saying to you. Seeing an illusion of him standing beside you, dressed down in a black suit and a white tie. His pink hair combed back and gelled down. You were so intoxicated by his beauty, at first you didn’t notice the tears sliding down your cheeks, or the taxi cab that was honking at you until the fourth time the horn sounded. You snapped out of it quickly, opening the back door, you sat down bowing your head in apology to the indifferent driver wiping your cheeks quickly. Crying was never your forte, your mother had told you it was ok to let out a few tears every now and then but you had got caught up in a dangerous life. Drugs, sex, violence and everything in between so there was no room for crying, unless of course it was tears of pleasure. It had started years ago. You were young and naïve taking the bus home when you knew better, you knew you should have called your parents but you were a hard-headed girl. Getting off the bus you were snatched by gang members, who pointed a gun to your head and told you not to utter a word. Bringing you to an old abandoned building you were sat in a chair and talked down on like you were nothing more than garbage. But luckily for you, the leader of the gang had a son a few years older than you who wanted you the very moment he had set eyes on you. It was a match made in heaven or hell, however you look at it. Park Jimin was your everything. He had given you everything. Yes of course you weren’t into the whole gang love and you refused to give him the time or day. But he started undermining you, showing up to your house, barging in to meet your parents. He even picked you up from school offering you protection from bullies who teased you for being the smart goody girl. It didn’t take long to have you fallen for his charms or in his bed.

He was a wildfire that consumed your body and left nothing for the waking. But lately he wasn’t here. You assumed it was because of his business he was running, or running away from the cops themselves. But it seemed like now he was running from you. He came home and he was too tired to do anything, in the mornings he tried to have quickies but it wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore. He always fucked you rough he never took his time to enjoy you. And that was what you hated. You felt like you were just becoming another girl that he stringed along in his life and those promises forever and always. They seemed to fade in the distance like his voice. Those cheap thrill words he told you just to get you cumming so he could say he tired you out. There was no love, he didn’t hold you. He didn’t make you feel wanted. And he never talked to you. He just shut you out. Completely ignoring you. So when he asked for a date you were shocked thinking this was just what you both needed to get each other back on one accord. That it would solve all of your problems. And then he didn’t show up. A typical Jimin doing typical shit. And you were tired of having a typical man with typical charms.

Slamming the door once you got home, the taxi driver blew at you speeding off and you flipped him off screaming. It wasn’t his fault, you didn’t mean to take your anger out on him, it just sort of happened when you were worked up and it had been a few weeks since the last time you had even been touched. Opening the door to your house, you half expected to see Jimin there apologizing. But all you felt was the coldness of the air draft hitting your skin. The cold light switches off in the dark house showing that no one had been there since you left. Sliding down to the floor you shut the door behind you, a ball of tears and throbbing feet until you picked up the pieces of your heart and got your ass in your bed.

~

“Good morning.” Jimin’s soft voice rang out from the kitchen where he sat as you walked in through the doors wearing a full on T-shirt with a bra underneath it and sweatpants with panties. You never went to sleep with all your clothing on but ever since that night a month ago you vowed to never give into Jimin, to make a change and maybe leave. He had come home the next day apologizing and asking for a redo. You had simply walked off not even answering him. And that is how it has been for the past month. The tension growing thicker every time he tried to talk to you because you didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say anymore. He tried to help you wash dishes, you were drop them and move around, he would offer you to cook, you stopped it all together throwing the food out to get takeout instead. Jimin tried to help you undress because he thought you would let him bury himself balls deep into your pussy but he later had a rude awakening when you pushed him away and gave him a death glare. Not even saying a word now, you saw the coffee and breakfast he cooked for you but instead of taking it you grabbed a bottle of water opting out of eating at home today.

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N! It’s been a month already!” Jimin shouted, his voice no longer soft nor sweet how he was trying to imitate it. You turned around to watch him, opening up the bottle of cold water you pressed it to your lips taking a swig of the coolness before you licked your lips not even responding to what he said. Walking off from him you made your way back up the stairs to your room blowing him off once again. While you were getting dressed you heard a lot of slamming things down stairs and things being broken. You smirked to yourself, proud that he was a pit of feels and not knowing what to do with himself. He wasn’t the one embarrassed, or the one that got stood up and left alone. He wasn’t the one who went weeks without being touched, and months without being loved. That was the fucked up part. You gave Park Jimin everything he wanted and you had made up your mind you would never get it back. Planning on leaving him, you had started to look for other places to live, working late at the dance studio to earn more money for a down payment. This was the final week of you dealing with his shit. And you’d leave for good.

Changing into jogging spandex pants and a red sports bra you decided to go jogging without a shirt today. Maybe if you were lucky someone would see you and want to sweep you off of your feet. You did your hair in a lose high ponytail, putting on your wireless beats earphones in your ear, you let your phone Bluetooth your music and walking down the stairs you looked around for Jimin. Of course he was gone and despite some part of you feeling happy about it, there was a tiny part of you wishing that it wouldn’t had been so. Grabbing at your keys to the house you put on your shoes and shut the door starting your jog.

~

The jog was something to help you take your mind off things. At first you hated running, but then you wanted to stay in shape for Jimin. Now you ran to burn out your anger and any other feelings that managed to seep through your bones. It had been a good two miles that you ran on the pavement of the backroads by the park outline. You didn’t want to run through the crowds of the people so this was a safe way for you to run and make sure that you got your exercise. Legs shaking, you could feel the beat of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat pouring down from your face and breast to your stomach and neck. Your legs shaking lightly, the burn felt so good, even your ass cheeks felt it. Smiling to yourself you were singing an upbeat song and then like that it was all gone.

A hand around your mouth you were about to scream until you saw nothing but blackness over your eyes. Trying to fight with what little strength you had your body was hauled up over someone’s shoulder and you were thrown into a vehicle. You knew so because you could feel your body sliding with every twist and turn it made. A hand reaching up to take off the black thing over your head, your arms were soon caught behind your back and you couldn’t move. You fought and struggled to get out of it before you blacked out from the lack of air a million thoughts running through your mind. And the biggest one itself was that Jimin wouldn’t even know nor care.

A yell from your lips sounded off as you woke up by the surprise of cold water pouring down on your body. You were soaking wet, eyes glaring around in a panic to see what happened you were shocked to see yourself in the old abandoned warehouse that was the location for Jimin’s gang and where you both first met. Looking around and then straight forward you saw him there, wearing a long black sleeved shirt and blue jeans that were ripped and fitting on his thighs. His hair wild and everywhere Jimin had a gun in his hand, it was just sitting there sleek and black. He waved it at two people and looking around as far as you could, you saw the men retreating leaving you there with just Jimin and his friend.

“I never thought I would have to do this to you. But it seems times just, cause for drastic measures. Now I’m going to offer you one chance to speak. Or I will force it out of you.” Jimin spoke to you slowly. And then it all came back to you. Glaring at him you didn’t quite know what he meant until you landed your eyes on the gun again and you gave him a snarl.

There was silence in the room for a bit, before Jimin sighed and he stood up walking towards you. “You know you really fucking piss me off sitting there like a fucking robot. Is that what you want to be treated like? Nothing.. A fucking rag doll? A piece of shit?” Jimin asked as he got right in your face, hands on his knees as he watched you. When you didn’t even mumble a word he rolled his eyes, unlocking the safety option he pressed the cold gun against your left temple and it caused you to gasp your body seeming to react as you whimpered slightly. “She’s alive!!” He rang out dramatically like a deranged person, the gun pushing so hard against your head it tilted it a bit. Your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath you took, your eyes looked up at him and fear gripped at your heart. Trying to move your hands so that you could slap him, but you were bound to the chair your ankles and wrist by rope.

“Oh yes, I thought of it all. See, I’m going to make you taught. I’m going to get a whole lot out of you today miss. I will make sure you say something.” Jimin purred gently. He let the gun slowly drift down your face towards your neck, over your collarbones and to your breast. The barrel running against each of your nipples before he moved the gun down the dip of your breast towards your stomach. He smirked watching you, watching how your breath became staggered your eyes opening wider in fear. He was enjoying this a bit too much. The barrel of the gun continued to slide until it was resting against your center. He rubbed it up and down your pussy and you wanted to jerk your hips away but you couldn’t move you couldn’t go anywhere. “Does my baby girl like that?” He teased you with a chuckle.

“GO TO HELL!” You shouted at him, tears driving down your cheeks as you gritted your teeth watching him. Jimin didn’t like that. Gripping at the gun he pressed it under your chin making your eyes lock with his as he responded to you.

“I’m taking a first class trip there and I’m fucking taking you with me.” He snarled in your face before he pulled back. Jimin moved behind you and all you could hear was steps. Your hands tried to jerk harder at the chair but it was no use, it was not moving in your favor. You saw the back of him as he sat up the camera turning it on. Your eyes moving to look at the single mattress that was on the floor. You didn’t know how you didn’t see it but the toys, so many toys. You felt your stomach tighten because you knew what was coming.

Jimin moved once he had everything set up he walked towards you, quickly undoing your arms, and when he bent down to undo your legs you lounged at him, knocking him down you both wrestled for quite some time because he had taught you how to fight. It took a few more minutes, of your hands slapping across his face and you almost elbowing him in the groin for Jimin to punch you in your stomach, not enough to hurt you just enough to make you lose your breath. He gripped at your leg pulling you towards the mattress and you fought at him, trying to get free.

“LET ME GO!” You shouted at him and he shook his head looking back at you.

“You don’t get to talk to me now.” He said with a icy stare until he had you on the bed. Jimin made quick work of undressing you and leaving you naked, your arms bound behind your back once again he had you on your knees looking up at him waiting. “Fuck you look so good like this bunny.” He said that one word, that one fucking word that you longed to hear him call you. It was a different pet name and it always made you wet, even right now despite you wanting to beat the hell out of him and run away to never be seen again. Jimin chuckled, his eyes were hot on you glued with lust, he wanted to devour you right then and there. He walked behind you before he pushed you forwards with your ass in the air slapping at your cheeks he groaned. He spread your ass cheeks apart licking a strip from your pussy all the way up to your tight anal entrance circling his tongue around you. You gasped out in pleasure, before your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you told yourself not to moan no matter what he did to you. Jimin seeing this, reached beside the bed grabbing at the baby oil he managed to bring with him. Letting both of your cheeks go he poured the oil on your ass. Making it a wet mess, rubbing in the oil and leaving it to not soak in your skin, he lifted his hand landing a harsh slap to your left ass cheek. He did it over and over again on both cheeks, until the skin was reddened and bruised with his hands prints in your skin. Jimin was letting his sadistic side come out to play.

Grabbing at some warming lube, he rubbed the substance on his fingers, trailing them to your slit he used two to rub harshly up and down your wet throbbing slit smirking as he felt how wet you were by all that was happening to you. Your hips responded so well despite your words of not wanting it. Jimin knew your secrets well so he knew you loved every moment of this fantasy. Moving to grip at a small silver bullet attached to a remote Jimin tapped the bullet against your clit using the remote to turn the settings on the medium one, watching your head roll back as you tried to stop a cry of pleasure from leaving your lips. He moved to stand in front of you, pulling you up by your hair he pressed your face to his clothed crouch. He moaned feeling your face against the hardened bulge that was aching to feel you after so long. He rutted his hips against your face, until you bit at his member harshly a cry of pleasure falling from his lips as he tore you away from his throbbing member with a glare down at you. The grip on your hair made you whimper, the murderous look in his eyes did nothing but aid you into your first orgasm of the night and a short cry feel from your lips.

“I never told you to cum you fucking bitch, and I never told you to bite me. But since you want to do what you think is best. How about we see how many times I can make you cum?” He asked rhetorically. Reaching down to grab the remote he turned it on higher causing the bullet to go to work on your clit making it pulse and causing your pussy to slip out more juices that landed on the mattress. Jimin pulled back to take off his clothes bit by bit until he was naked and his dick was pressing against the bottom of his stomach leaking and red.

He moved to grip at your hair again. “Open your mouth.” He commanded pressing your head against his shaft. When you didn’t obey he only chuckled in response. “It’s time to break you again.” He leaned down grabbing at the gun pressing it against your forehead, it caused an immediate reaction from you. “Open. Your fucking mouth.” Jimin commanded, and since he had never used a gun on you before you were indeed a little worked up. And wondering why the hell it still made you wet. You opened your mouth for him, and he slid the gun into your mouth against your tongue as he watched you. “My sweet sweet bunny. Don’t make me use this. I’m going to fuck this pretty little face of yours ok? And if you even graze your teeth too hard against my shaft. I will fucking end you right here. Don’t play with me, you know how I can get when I don’t get what I want.” Jimin pouted moving the gun from your parted lips that stayed open. He guided his cock into your wet warm mouth a low groan falling from his lips. He watched you through hooded eyes, his hips snapping forward gently to bury his cock deeper into your mouth each time.

He was so thick, it had been a while since he face fucked you, and here you were trying not to choke every time he reached the back of your throat. Jimin pulled back to press the gun on the mattress by him so that he could reach it if he needed to. Both hands gripping at your hair he fist it, gripping on the strands so tight you knew you’d have a headache later. He started to face fuck you harder, his cock brushing to bury itself down your throat he didn’t care that your eyes were burning with tears as he stretched out your mouth. Your throat burned and your body convulsed again as your second orgasm rippled through you. Crying out it only vibrated around him as he watched you. Spit dripping down your parted lips onto your chin and your breast he snarled. “You’re such a fucking dirty little slut aren’t you? Look how fucked your face is because you can’t handle my cock. It’s been so long you’re making a fucking mess. That little pussy hurts yet hmm? Does it feel good to be overstimulated my little bunny? My dirty little fucking whore, you’re going to be in for a good surprise from daddy tonight. You are just so-“ He let out a string of curses, fucking your face harder his balls slapping on your chin getting wet by your spit he continued to bury your mouth on his shaft. One hand letting you go so that he could pinch your nose and cut off your air he slowed his hips down, watching you he would slide his cock all the way down your throat, hold it there and pull away when he heard you choke and gag.

He kept it up, and your heart was racing in your chest, body rocking and hips rutting against the bullet lulling against your clit you felt like a ruined slut and it felt so fucking good to have Jimin treating you like this. You watched him with more tears streaming down your eyes, full on sobbing at the moment you took more for him. He moved to slide his cock all the way down your throat, cutting off your air completely you choked again, eyes shutting for a moment as the air left your body and your hips jerked harshly forward signaling your third orgasm. Jimin pulled back releasing his hold from your nose to grip at his cock watching you lose yourself. He jerked off his wet shaft, pumping his hardened cock until strings of thick white cum was painting your face in a mess. He cursed out loud watching as he gave you a facial at a perfect angle for the camera to catch it all. When he was done he let you go, watching your body fall forward he smirked proud at how you were ruined. His cock twitching again and he was still hard.

Jimin moved behind you, spreading your legs wide he leaned down to push his tongue into your tight little asshole tongue fucking you impatiently he tried to stretch you out as much as possible. Your hips were moving, and you were still sobbing against the mattress the feeling of his wet tongue buried in your ass only made you lose your breath, looking up at the camera you groaned shuddering in uttermost pleasure. Jimin pulled back and aligned himself with your asshole, pushing himself into your ass quickly to get the pain over with. He held your hips, spreading your legs wide he reached over your body to grab at a black whip. He poured some oil on your back, as he pulled back and slipped back inside of you he started to whip your back causing you to shudder under him crying out at the mixture of both the pleasure and the pain. You could feel his hips connecting with yours, balls hitting your pussy he was fucking you into the mattress with all he had. The whipping on your back didn’t hurt you, it just caused little shocks to run through your body and you couldn’t handle it along with the vibrations on your clit. Your hips was rutting again and you knew from how your body was betraying you that you would come again. Jimin dropped the whip, reaching to grip at your head, he used two fingers from each of his hands, lifting a leg up to plant his foot into the mattress he fucked harder into you snapping his hips forward and his kept your mouth spread wide open to hear your cries of pleasure, the position being both humiliating to you and a quite turn on.

“Do you like this slut? You like feeling me buried in this tight little asshole of yours? Maybe I should have fucked this more often. It grips my cock so nice and tight and you take me so fucking good inside of here. Look at how you cry for me, begging for more. Wanting me to fill you all the way up don’t you because you’re my little cum slut that’s what you are. Look at this ass bouncing on my hips. You fucking love every second of this.” He egged you on loving to see the way your body arched when you were close to another orgasm. He kept pounding into you, to feel the vice like grip off your asshole around him while he was pounding into you until you were cumming again body going limb in his hold.

“No more! Please Jimin no more!” You cried out as you felt another orgasm ripple through you. It was painful, and you knew without a doubt you had never cum so much. Pretty soon there would be nothing left. Jimin pulled out of you after letting you ride out your orgasm, He flipped you on your stomach spreading your legs wide he removed the vibrator from your clit turning the bullet off. You thought he was done and you felt instant relief until he was pushing his cock until your drenched wet walls.

“N-no Jimin please please please- I can’t cum anymore.” You begged him, eyes half hooded and lips parted you took deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Jimin was not listening to anything you had to say. Gripping at your hips he started to pull out of you only to push in deeper inside of you.

His eyes remained on yours, his hips circling as he concentrated on how tight your pussy was, he missed it. All of it. He hands gently rubbed at your hips in a comforting manner, basking in your little tiny whimpers Jimin took his time pounding inside of you. Your pussy could feel all of him, the outline of his cock, his hard veins grazing at your walls. How thick he was, how he was throbbing just by being inside of you. It felt so good, and though you were sore you welcomed all that he gave you. You watched him, as he ground his hips deep into you, barely pulling back he drove himself as deep as he could inside of you.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned out watching you and you shook your head no, not wanting to forgive him at a time like this. “I’m sorry for all the hurt I did to you.” He moaned as he started to move faster. “I’m sorry for not being around.” He mumbled out letting his hips gently graze against your spot. “I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.” He paused his hips, staying connected to you, he reached his arms down to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up so that you were straddling him as he started to grip your hips tighter dropping you down on him reaching your depth a bit better. “I’m sorry for making your cry.” He continued leaning up to latch his lips onto your nipples sucking on each of them, he bounced you harder on him, his hands soon reaching to grip at your plump ass as he ran his tongue up and down your hardened nipples humming. “I’m sorry for not opening up or saying I love you enough.” He continued to moan against your skin. You were swimming with emotions, and the tears sliding down your face were all from different reasons. “I’m sorry you felt you didn’t matter. And I’m sorry for standing you up.” He paused your hips holding you in the air Jimin harshly snapped his hips up pounding against your spot he fucked you in the air causing you to cry out. “Say you forgive me.” He urged as you shook your head no. It felt so good, he was fucking your spot right and you were going to cum so soon. Your stomach convulsing you rolled your head back but Jimin stopped slowing down you shouted out looking at him. Knowing what he wanted by the look in his eyes you gave in because, some part of you knew he deserved to hear those words.

“I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment. It was childish! I love you Jimin, fuck I love you so much ok? But if you don’t let me cum I’m leaving your ass for good.” You threatened him. That was all it took to have a crooked smile pressed against his lips. He let his hips surge upwards burying himself to the hilt he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being heard were the wet sounds of your pussy combined with the pants and moans from both of you. It didn’t take him long to have you cumming on his cock, your stomach clenching as your eyes screwed shut and lips fell open. Jimin watched the look of pain and pleasure wash through your face. It had taken everything he had not to cum before you did, but here and now he was meeting his end with you letting his white load bury deep into your walls. Jimin continued to bounce you on his cock until you were both satisfied. He pulled out of you slowly resting you on his chest he undid your wrist freeing you finally. Silence echoed throughout the room as his hands rubbed up and down your back.

“You remembered.” You said simply talking about the force fantasy you’ve always had for some time now.

“How could I forget? I was so against doing it. I had never seen you so upset for telling me a secret. I vowed to myself I would save it, for a drastic measurement. And this was that.” Jimin started with a sheepish laugh, his voice still husky due to the intense moment you both just had. “I saw the house listings when you didn’t log out of the computer..” Jimin said after sometime looking up at the ceiling. “God, it had just been us for so long. I just thought you’d never leave no matter what I did. I didn’t apologize. Because I was just being stupid. Angry around here and taking it out on you. It didn’t hit me I’d lose you until I saw that. I was scared… For the first time since I lost my father you made me scared.” Jimin admitted looking down at you. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but kiss him, because that was something you both hadn’t shared yet today. A long deep passionate kiss with tongues gliding against each other until no one had any breath.

“I was going to leave you. But part of me keep holding onto you. Even when I thought this was real. That I’d actually get kidnapped. All I wanted was you Jimin. I kept asking myself, would you know or care? And it worried me to think, that I was being childish instead of talking to you about it. I’ll never let it happen again.” You said with a sincere smile.

“Good, because I don’t think I can ever pull a gun on you again. I don’t want you to ever fear me. I’m here to make your life a whole lot of things. But have fear is not one.” Jimin reassured you before he wiggled his eyes rolling you over. “I know I said one more but. I’m not satisfied yet. And I owe you lots of makeup sex.” He teased kissing down your body eliciting groans from your lips, but you made no move to leave the beasts presence.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I've seen RFA reacting to mc listening to kpop. So how about MC finding RFA+Saeran+V listening to kpop? I know since theyre Korean, it's regular music. But it's funny to see which groups they listen to:3 thank you so much for everything. ahaha sae-yoongi-buns x'D

LOL, that’s so true…hope you enjoy these hcs! Sorry it took forever~


Zen:

  • You were out doing a quick grocery run
  • But ended up coming home earlier than you thought
  • When you open the door, Zen was cleaning and vacuuming
  • Me Gustas Tu by Gfriend was blasting on his speakers
  • He was doing the dance moves and everything
  • So you just watch and purposely accidentally takes a video
  • When Zen spins around and sees you, he’s tripping over everything trying to turn it off
  • “It’s for a show,” he tries to explain.
  • “Uh-Huh, Sure.”
  • For the next week, you use the video for blackmail
  • “Aww, babe, I don’t wanna take out the garbage again!”
  • The video begins to play and he’s out the door like lightning
  • After awhile, you find yourself humming along
  • It’s not long before you’re jamming together

Yoosung:

  • You had come to visit him since he had been locking himself up to study lately
  • He left his window open and you can hear Bad by Infinite coming through
  • You giggle and ring the doorbell
  • He thinks it’s just the mailman, so he leaves the music on
  • When he opens the door and sees you standing there, his eyes go wide
  • He didn’t expect you..and the music was still going
  • “O-oh! Haha…the music…it’s just on some weird shuffle. Must’ve added this by accident.”
  • You almost believe him until the next song comes on
  • The Eye by Infinite blasts from him room
  • He’s so embarrassed, he can’t look you in the eye for half an hour
  • You feel bad, so you just say, “I bet your bias is Sungjong.”
  • He looks very offended
  • “I’ll have you know…It’s Sunggyu.”

Jaehee:

  • She brought home some extra paperwork
  • So, you didn’t want to bother her
  • She put in her headphones and set to work
  • After a few hours, you brought her a cup of coffee
  • Your presence startled her and she jerked awkwardly, making her headphones unplug from her phone
  • Beautiful by Monsta X blasted into the open air
  • You two stare at each other for a few long moments
  • Jaehee just quietly says, “There’s a reason I have headphones on.”
  • Finally pulling yourself together, you manage, “Jaehee, what are you listening to?!”
  • She gathers her headphones off the ground
  • “Beautiful melodies….Stan Monsta X, MC. Stan talent.”

Jumin:

  • He asked you to help test out a new stereo system he bought for his place
  • He says to play something off his phone
  • You find a playlist named, “Jammin’ Han”
  • You don’t know what to think so you just click it
  • Eyes, Nose, and Lips by Taeyang starts blasting throughout his home
  • He was upstairs when it started, and you expected him to rush down to turn it off
  • Instead, he casually comes down and is humming it
  • He’s fixing a wire and smiles up at you, “I didn’t know you enjoyed this song as well.”
  • “Actually…I just played it off of one of your playlists…”
  • His eyes grow wide and he gets really flustered
  • You think it’s because his playlist actually has a lot more mainstream and trot songs than you would’ve expected him to listen to
  • But no…he’s mortified that you found out what he named his playlist
  • What a dork


Seven:

  • You guys wanted some snacks, so he says to hop on his car
  • Only, he forgot the bluetooth on his phone was still connected to that particular car
  • Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet starts blasting
  • After you get over your initial heart attack and lower the volume, you just stare at him
  • He doesn’t say anything
  • He’s just looking out the window in utter shame and embarrassment
  • There’s just a long awkward silence before you start giggling
  • “Do you know the dance moves too?”
  • “Maybe…”
  • “Well, turn it up, fam!” you say as you jump out of the car and start doing the dance in the garage
  • Cue him blasting it and dancing with you
  • You both are horrible, but who cares
  • Saeran walks in to check what’s up with the noise
  • He sees you both and slowly backs away before he ends up being dragged into something stupid

Saeran:

  • You stop by his house unexpectedly one day
  • He was still in the shower, and unbeknownst to him, you can hear his speakers blasting
  • The faint echoes of Not Today by BTS comes from the bathroom
  • You almost want to scream when you hear him yell, “Chong! Jojun! Balsa!” in a high pitched voice
  • You’re nice enough not to record him
  • But you do sit close to the door and listen as he finishes the song
  • He trips over you on his way out
  • Thankfully he’s already dressed not seeing any of that…not today
  • You grin, “I didn’t know you had a hidden talent of rapping….NOT.”
  • He jumps up and starts running after you
  • You run from him so long, you two end up being wiped on the couch
  • He finally grabs your phone, thinking you had recorded him
  • When he finds no video, he just screams in a pillow
  • So much for that shower

V:

  • He’s editing his photos in the dining room one day
  • He usually listened to Mozart or classical jazz most of the time
  • So you were quite surprised when you heard a familiar tune coming through the speakers
  • You turn it up so you could hear it better, and you recognized it as Prism by Shinee
  • V said he started listening to them when you mentioned of their music
  • You remember only vaguely talking about them, and you didn’t think he would get so into them
  • You start scrolling through his playlist and see songs from EXO, f(x), Super Junior, amongst others
  • You realize you accidentally turned him into a kpop stan

Check out our other headcanons~ Masterlist

Story Time

So my house is haunted.
This all started as a joke a few years ago, to explain things, like why a door closed, what a noise was.
You know the usual.
And ever since the beginning we have called my ghost George.
I don’t know why, it was just the first name that felt right.
Recently, my friend and I have decided that my ghost is King George III.
Now I know what you’re saying, why the fuck would the ghost of a king from Great Britain be haunting my house?(I live in bumfuck of Kansas) I would like to know that as well.
We decided that is was him however, whilst listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.
We connected my phone via Bluetooth to my Beats Boombox (Look at that product placement) and started the album.
Everything was going good, and we made it through the whole soundtrack once with no problems.
And then the songs would skip words, or speed up in the beginning.
Things that don’t normally happen.
And then it began skipping songs completely.
To the point where the only songs that would play in full, would be all of King George’s songs.
And so that how we decided that my ghost, whom I conveniently named George, was actually King George III.
And he’s a gigantic asshole.
Carry on.

Bad Feeling - Benedict x reader

A/N: Err… Well, I’m still alive! It’s been a while, but I’m finally free from any responsibilities for now, so here’s this night’s first request! I’ll be posting lots of stuff tonight, so for my fellow night owls out there; enjoy the ride ;D
Also, sorry for the shitty name, i have no imagination whatsoever

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​: Benedict x reader. Benedict comes home early from filming. To surprise his girlfriend. Only to find police and the press outside their home because they were broken into while his girlfriend and their new puppy were inside when it happened

Word count: 1774
Warnings: none

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Bluetooth and speaker phone FTW. From the outgoing call “I’m meditating right now” Which you can get late night of Day 5.

I do like the look of screentone when something is printed - but it looks so weird when viewed on the web. Hopefully with the new higher res file it will look better when it goes down to web size! 

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Want to read it all?

Day 5: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | All Day 5
Day 6: 1 | 2

Astrid: Let’s start with some positive affirmations. Close your eyes and repeat after me. You are strong. You are confident.

Jack: *with his eyes closed* I am strong. I am confident.

Astrid: You are talented. You are not a fraud.

Jack: *smiling* I am talented. I am not a fraud.

Astrid: *getting a call on her Bluetooth phone* Hold on a sec.

Jack: Hold on a sec.

Astrid: *to the phone, angrily* Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huuuuh.

Jack: Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huuuuuuuuuuh.

Astrid: You can’t do anything!

Jack: I can’t do anything?

Astrid: You are useless, worthless, and horrible at what you do!

Jack: *dejected* I am useless, worthless, and horrible at what I do.

Astrid: Now go get me a new phone, or you’ll see what happens!

Jack: *stands up and runs towards the door*

Astrid: Where are you going?

Jack: To get you a new phone. I don’t wanna see what happens!

@pickingoutchinapatterns

I wrote this on my laptop in the car, sent it to my phone via bluetooth, loaded it into docs so that @alittlemissfit could edit.  

Enjoy!! 


29. “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”


All their previous movie nights had taken place in his apartment, so Mulder felt somewhat awkward milling around Scully’s living room while she got off the phone with her brother.

The pizza had just arrived when Bill came on the answering machine, claiming he had news about their brother. Charlie had been MIA in South America for the past year and a half. Scully was going to let it go to voicemail until hearing that fact, and now Mulder could hear her in the kitchen, pacing and listening.

Looking around the room something caught Mulder’s eye, a box labeled ‘Dana’s movies’.  It was tucked against the wall near the TV, out of plain sight, but Mulder was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before. Checking back over his shoulder to make sure Scully was still occupied, he approached and knelt down next to the cardboard box.

After opening the flaps the first movie he saw was Jesus Christ Superstar. He laughed out loud, catching Scully’s attention.

“Mulder!” He heard her hiss and turned to see her glaring at him, covering the mouthpiece of the phone.

Holding up the movie he gave a sarcastic thumbs up. Scully just shook her head and  rolled her eyes, returned to her conversation.

His curiosity officially getting the better of him, Mulder kept looking through the box. It was  long and tall and he could now see that the films were separated by genre. In the same spot as Jesus Christ Superstar sat The Sound of Music, Funny Girl, Godspell, My Fair Lady,  Singing in the Rain, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Hello Dolly!

Mulder shook with silent laughter at Scully’s apparent love of old musicals. The next section was all romantic comedies. This section interested him even more because it showed a side to Scully he’d never really seen. Titles like One Fine Day, Emma, While You Were Sleeping, Pretty Woman, and, of course, Sleepless in Seattle.

Mulder hadn’t seen any of the films, but recognized them as popular movies amongst the female population over the last few years.

Following the newer, lighter movies were classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, Citizen Kane, It’s a Wonderful Life, and North by Northwest.

The last section came off as more random than the first he’d seen. The Exorcist was at the top of the section and Mulder smiled, remembering Scully telling him it was her favorite. Next he found Barbarella and nodded in appreciation at the slightly risqué choice. He was surprised to find Clerks in the random pile and shook his head at how full of surprises his partner could be.

He laughed out loud again when he came upon The Evil Dead but was distracted right away by the title behind it, Three Daughters.

The case was pink with a picture of a man and woman about to kiss. The tagline read: ‘Sensuality in full bloom’. Mulder’s brow furrowed. When he saw a stamp reading, ‘Best Music Award, New York Adult Critics Association’ he knew where he knew the movie from.

It was porn. Scully owned porn.

Mulder grew hard as he pictured her watching the movie and lost himself to that fantasy for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Scully had hung up the phone and was heading his way.

Turning mechanically he held up the movie for her to see and she stopped in her tracks.

“It’s not mine, I swear!”

She was acting like he was her mother who’d caught her with some beer, getting him doubled over with laughter.

“How is it not fucking yours!” he asked, motioning to the box, “It has your name on it!”

Crossing her arms Scully scowled at him as he continued to laugh, then finally wiped his eyes.

“Are you done?” she asked.

He nodded with a sigh as she snatched the tape out of his hands.

“If you must know, Melissa and I saw it in a seedy movie theater when it first came out. She came to visit when I was home for the summer before med school and somehow convinced me to go see it with her and some of her friends. They said it was the new ‘feminist porn’.”

Dusting off the jacket Scully raised an eyebrow, “It was surprisingly good. Had a pretty interesting storyline considering.”

Mulder shifted to hide his reaction at the thought of a fresh out of college Scully sitting in a movie theater, watching porn with a group of women.

“Anyway, a few years later Missy got it for me for Christmas. It caused a bit of a scene when I opened it on Christmas morning in front of the whole family,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Kneeling next to him she began placing all the movies back in the box.

“You know if you’re going to snoop around my things, Mulder, you should really try to be more discreet about it.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting to find your porn,” he countered. Moving to help her pack the movies back into the box she shooed his hands away.

“I’m fine. You’ll mess up my system,” Scully said with mild irritation as Mulder sat back on his heels, stared at her for a few moments. Her lashes were lowered as she focused on the task at hand and a lock of hair fell in her face.

Mulder couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, tucking the strand behind her ear. Scully froze as his fingers slowly trailed down her jaw.

In his mind he knew he was pushing it, but since New Years he couldn’t help himself with her. That moment when her soft lips touched his was enough to snare him for life.

He’d been in love with her for years, of course, but now it was too much. Now he knew what it felt like to kiss her.

She looked up at him, tender questioning in her eyes while the tips of his fingers held lightly to her jaw. Moving her hand up slowly to envelop them. Scully kissed his fingers, kept eye contact.

“Not that I don’t want to watch Beetlejuice again, but I think that movie escaped my collection somehow,” Mulder said, quietly nodding toward the porn tape that was still on the floor.

Rolling her eyes Scully let out a light laugh, “Mulder…” she sighed, saying his name almost as a warning.

They looked at each other for a few moments until, without a word, she picked up the tape and stood up.

Looking on in a daze as she inserted it into the VCR, pressed play, Mulder shook his head. Watched as she calmly settled herself down on the couch. She wasn’t meeting his eyes so he finally got up, sat next to her. Not bothering to cover his jean-clad semi.

Scooting closer to him, Scully moved his arm around her so she could snuggle into his side.

All their previous movie nights had taken place in his apartment, so Mulder felt somewhat awkward milling around Scully’s living room while she got off the phone with her brother.

The pizza had just arrived when Bill came on the answering machine, claiming he had news about their brother. Charlie had been MIA in South America for the past year and a half. Scully was going to let it go to voicemail until hearing that fact, and now Mulder could hear her in the kitchen, pacing and listening.

Looking around the room something caught Mulder’s eye, a box labeled ‘Dana’s movies’.  It was tucked against the wall near the TV, out of plain sight, but Mulder was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before. Checking back over his shoulder to make sure Scully was still occupied, he approached and knelt down next to the cardboard box.

After opening the flaps the first movie he saw was Jesus Christ Superstar. He laughed out loud, catching Scully’s attention.

“Mulder!” He heard her hiss and turned to see her glaring at him, covering the mouthpiece of the phone.

Holding up the movie he gave a sarcastic thumbs up. Scully just shook her head and  rolled her eyes, returned to her conversation.

His curiosity officially getting the better of him, Mulder kept looking through the box. It was  long and tall and he could now see that the films were separated by genre. In the same spot as Jesus Christ Superstar sat The Sound of Music, Funny Girl, Godspell, My Fair Lady,  Singing in the Rain, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Hello Dolly!

Mulder shook with silent laughter at Scully’s apparent love of old musicals. The next section was all romantic comedies. This section interested him even more because it showed a side to Scully he’d never really seen. Titles like One Fine Day, Emma, While You Were Sleeping, Pretty Woman, and, of course, Sleepless in Seattle.

Mulder hadn’t seen any of the films, but recognized them as popular movies amongst the female population over the last few years.

Following the newer, lighter movies were classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, Citizen Kane, It’s a Wonderful Life, and North by Northwest.

The last section came off as more random than the first he’d seen. The Exorcist was at the top of the section and Mulder smiled, remembering Scully telling him it was her favorite. Next he found Barbarella and nodded in appreciation at the slightly risqué choice. He was surprised to find Clerks in the random pile and shook his head at how full of surprises his partner could be.

He laughed out loud again when he came upon The Evil Dead but was distracted right away by the title behind it, Three Daughters.

The case was pink with a picture of a man and woman about to kiss. The tagline read: ‘Sensuality in full bloom’. Mulder’s brow furrowed. When he saw a stamp reading, ‘Best Music Award, New York Adult Critics Association’ he knew where he knew the movie from.

It was porn. Scully owned porn.

Mulder grew hard as he pictured her watching the movie and lost himself to that fantasy for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Scully had hung up the phone and was heading his way.

Turning mechanically he held up the movie for her to see and she stopped in her tracks.

“It’s not mine, I swear!”

She was acting like he was her mother who’d caught her with some beer, getting him doubled over with laughter.

“How is it not fucking yours!” he asked, motioning to the box, “It has your name on it!”

Crossing her arms Scully scowled at him as he continued to laugh, then finally wiped his eyes.

“Are you done?” she asked.

He nodded with a sigh as she snatched the tape out of his hands.

“If you must know, Melissa and I saw it in a seedy movie theater when it first came out. She came to visit when I was home for the summer before med school and somehow convinced me to go see it with her and some of her friends. They said it was the new ‘feminist porn’.”

Dusting off the jacket Scully raised an eyebrow, “It was surprisingly good. Had a pretty interesting storyline considering.”

Mulder shifted to hide his reaction at the thought of a fresh out of college Scully sitting in a movie theater, watching porn with a group of women.

“Anyway, a few years later Missy got it for me for Christmas. It caused a bit of a scene when I opened it on Christmas morning in front of the whole family,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Kneeling next to him she began placing all the movies back in the box.

“You know if you’re going to snoop around my things, Mulder, you should really try to be more discreet about it.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting to find your porn,” he countered. Moving to help her pack the movies back into the box she shooed his hands away.

“I’m fine. You’ll mess up my system,” Scully said with mild irritation as Mulder sat back on his heels, stared at her for a few moments. Her lashes were lowered as she focused on the task at hand and a lock of hair fell in her face.

Mulder couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, tucking the strand behind her ear. Scully froze as his fingers slowly trailed down her jaw.

In his mind he knew he was pushing it, but since New Years he couldn’t help himself with her. That moment when her soft lips touched his was enough to snare him for life.

He’d been in love with her for years, of course, but now it was too much. Now he knew what it felt like to kiss her.

She looked up at him, tender questioning in her eyes while the tips of his fingers held lightly to her jaw. Moving her hand up slowly to envelop them. Scully kissed his fingers, kept eye contact.

“Not that I don’t want to watch Beetlejuice again, but I think that movie escaped my collection somehow,” Mulder said, quietly nodding toward the porn tape that was still on the floor.

Rolling her eyes Scully let out a light laugh, “Mulder…” she sighed, saying his name almost as a warning.

They looked at each other for a few moments until, without a word, she picked up the tape and stood up.

Looking on in a daze as she inserted it into the VCR, pressed play, Mulder shook his head. Watched as she calmly settled herself down on the couch. She wasn’t meeting his eyes so he finally got up, sat next to her. Not bothering to cover his jean-clad semi.

Scooting closer to him, Scully moved his arm around her so she could snuggle into his side.

Smiling, Mulder looked down at her, kissed the top of her head, “You’re just full of surprises.”

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Melanie's House - Monday, 2:20pm

“So, what finally ended your relationship?”

“I’m big on trust, and she lost mine. During our relationship, she became very friendly with a neighbor of hers. One day she dumped me, and I was the one left heartbroken. Come to find out, she and her neighbor had made plans. Her neighbor made her agree to break up with me. What she got out of that? Free stuff. Nothing like diamonds or a new car. Basic crap. A keyboard, a bluetooth and a phone.”

“So, your ex pretty much shelled herself out for a keyboard and bluetooth?”

“Yeah. I can laugh about it now. I couldn’t laugh about it then. So, there you go. A bad past relationship story.” It was strange. Melanie often considered herself clingy before. When she fell in love, she tended to act like a school girl with a crush, but she was never that bad. “Didn’t that relationship make you paranoid? That the next woman you get involved with might pop out from behind the shower curtain while you’re in the loo?”

“Unless you know how to pick bathroom locks.”

“I don’t?”

“You do, but in all seriousness, it just made me pay attention to red flags waving in my face. I haven’t seen any with you yet.”

“Not even the…Succubus thing?”

“Not unless it plans to kill me after sex. Which, isn’t entirely a bad thing, all men want to go out with a smile.”

“And now I’m done talking to you.” Melanie huffed as Pri laughed from the living room.

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After so many amazing notes, I have finally finished “Thinking of You” pt 2. I really had no intention of writing this prior to all the kind comments, but you guys were so nice. It was very unexpected to get such a warm reception. Sorry it took so long. You can read Part 1 here! and Part 3 here! 

Thinking of You pt. 2 

She celebrated Adrien’s birthday the moment she woke up, not that she slept all that well. She’d been too giddy, thrumming with excitement. Though there were no more of his spreads on her walls, nor a photomontage of him as her computer background screen, she did still have a few images of him. Now she was lucky enough to actually have pictures with him on her phone as well as their class photos.

“Happy birthday!” she greeted fondly to a framed photograph.

Tikki laughed at her. “You act like it’s your own birthday, Marinette.”

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redridingharlot  asked:

I have recently become blind and this is probably the hardest thing on me. I'm 23 I was getting my shit together to be independent and on my own and now I can't do anything without help, I can't even cross the street on my own because our crosswalks aren't all auditory. I used to be a very visual person, I read a lot i wanted to be a writer. Now I don't know what to do because without my eyesight I'm nothing. And this probably sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself but no one I know gets it

Hey! Don’t worry about that at all, absolutely not. This is a perfect place to talk about it, and it’s perfectly OK. Most people experience the exact same thing at first, so the first thing I can say right away is that you are definitely not the only one and almost all of us have been there. Almost everybody, even those of us who have grown up blind, end up having this phase at one point or another in our lives, usually when we first go blind or begin to approach adulthood as blind teenagers. It’s almost guaranteed for most people, so I can definitely tell you that so many of us understand and are more than happy to support you.

So the first thing I’m going to do is actually link you to a post a question I answer the other day. The first paragraph or so it’s actually about guide dogs, but the rest can apply to everybody and has some incredibly useful information, and I would 100% urge you to check all of that out online and just read as much as you can from the links and the information and the paragraphs above them. The post has a lot of really important information that can help you out a lot, and if you don’t have a screen reader or another way to make reading easy on you, definitely have a friend or relative read through it with you.

https://actuallyblind.tumblr.com/post/161562086251/hey-im-not-completely-blind-but-i-am-badly

And next, what I’m going to say is that there is a way to do almost absolutely everything as a blind person and that you do not have to feel like you can never be independent or successful. I can tell you right now that I cross streets on my own every day all day, and have done so for several years, and so do hundreds and hundreds of other blind people I know and know of. Fun fact, you actually don’t need auditory street lights to cross streets all on your own. There is actually a way to cross streets by just following the sound of traffic. That sounds really intimidating and strange at first, but think about what sighted people do when they cross the street: they look at the light, right? But what does that light mean? When the light is red, it’s usually because they were cars crossing in front of them, right? And when the light is green, it means that the perpendicular traffic has stopped and now the Paramount traffic is going, leaving the crosswalk open, right? So blind people actually use the traffic the same way sighted people do, only we follow the cues of the traffic it’s self rather than the lights that are telling the traffic what to do. When you go to training or get some orientation and mobility Kane training, this is one of the most important things you learn, how to cross streets. You learn how to recognize the sound of traffic crossing in front of you and how to recognize the sound of traffic passing parallel to you, and how to figure out how close the traffic is or if a car is turning. Most of us after we learn how to cross streets all on her own don’t even bother with auditory crosswalks anymore, because the sound of the traffic is far more reliable.

So there really is a way to do everything. We cross the street by using the sounds of the direction of the traffic, we cook by using spatulas and stirring spoons as sort of stovetop canes to know where the pots and pans are and to find a handle without touching anything hot first, and hovering our hands well above the heat source to determine if the burner is actually on or not and if it seems hot enough to use. Will use those spoons and spatulas to get a feel for the texture of whatever we’re cooking to know if it’s done or not, if the noodles are still hard and stiff, if the meat is still soft and squishy, and everything else. We use tiny little labeling dots on some of our appliances that do not have markings already, for instants washers and dryer’s with Diles. We mark the spot that we want each child to be turned to whenever we use the machine, or we mark a handful of buttons on microwave that we regularly use, or mark the spot on the dishwasher dial that needs to be activated at the usual setting. We read using auditory screen-reading software on phones and computers, or using braille either on paper or through an electronic device that can be connected via Bluetooth to phones and computers and tablets. We write using computers or braille writer’s, take notes in class using computers and braille writer’s, read books the same way reread everything else. Will use apps and clothes pins to organize her clothes and remember what color somethings are, free tiny money reading devices from the Bureau of engraving him to read bills, and the edges of coins to know the value of those. We have a technique for holding a tray of food while still using a cane, techniques for shopping at the grocery store, techniques for Reading our mail on our own.

So when I say there is a way to do nearly everything, there really is a way to do nearly everything. We work, we go to school, we hang out with her friends, we play sports, we talk and laugh and have a good time, we play games, we live independently without a single sighted person around to assist us, and we do it all safely and just as easily as anybody else. This isn’t to say that your fear is unreasonable, because you didn’t know that. This is to give you hope, to let you know that it’s really not as bad as it probably feels right now and that we can help you learn how to get through it just like we did. I promise that you do not ever have to live your life being dependent on your parents or not being able to go to school or move out or have a life of your own. I 100% promise and swear that it will never have to be like that if you don’t want it to be. Life after blindness is not hopeless and it is not sad and useless and I promise that the media has always been wrong. There is a way to live exactly the life you always wanted, I promise you.

Now, I can’t explain how to do everything, so again I would look through the post I linked to because there’s a ton of links and information on the other post that can give you a whole ton of resources and information that will change your life, but hopefully this was a good start. Please don’t hesitate to ask questions or come talk to me privately or anything else, and I wish you the absolute best of luck.

kashmakash replied to your chat “Khushi: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What…”

LMAO I LOVE THIS! Can you please write an OS based on this? :P

Hi @kashmakash :)

Ask and ye shall receive!!

OS: Steps and Ladders

Khushi closed the doors to the bedroom and leaned against them for a long moment before snatching her phone from the table.

Hai Devi Maiyya, give me strength.

She dialled a number, heart pounding, and jumped a little when her Bua-ji’s shout came through the bluetooth device at her ear.

“Hallo Nand Kishore, who is this?”

“Bua-ji, it’s me, Khushi.”

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This week I was fortunate enough to receive the brand new simplehuman Wide View Sensor Mirror
I had seen a link to this being shared around on Facebook and it instantly piqued my interest! Being a makeup artist, one of my pet hates is poor lighting when it comes to makeup application - particularly at night. So when I read the features of this mirror, I knew I just HAD to review it!!! 

I nearly snapped off the delivery mans arms when I hastily snatched this beauty from him a few days ago. In fact, I often find myself stood at the door mumbling briefly about the product to warrant my erratic excitement when he knocks - I’m sure he’s used to me by now. I hope! 

Anyway, let me give you a little overview as to why this mirror is magic: 
As you can see from the images above, it has 3 wide view panels that are adjustable so you can view it flat or curved. This means you are able to see yourself panoramically from any angle!
So when it comes to checking if my contouring is completely blended I need no longer crane my neck to see the sides of my face, I can now see both sides with ease. The mirror also tilts back and forth so you can adjust it for a more comfortable view. 
In between the three panels are 2 strips of light, known as the tru-lux light system. What makes this light-up mirror different from many others is that it simulates natural sunlight so you can get a true view of your makeup as if you were outside. More on this in a moment! 

Another key feature of the wide view mirror is that it has a built-in sensor. So as your face approaches the mirror the tru-lux light system automatically illuminates without the need to turn it on. Only once you move away does it turn itself off again. It’s a rechargeable device which gives you 3 weeks battery life. And this also means it’s cordless once charged, so yes, you can easily move it from room to room. 

There is more to the tru-lux lighting system that just a sensor and the ability to check your makeup in natural sunlight… It’s the first of it’s kind to be app-enabled!
As soon as it arrived I downloaded the free simplehuman app and wirelessly I was able to control my mirror! I think Tommy had more fun than I did, you know men love a gadget!
You can adjust not only the lighting, but the sensor timings AND set alarms - incase you get swept away in the moment and don’t realise it’s time to leave for work. To alert you the light starts to flash. Cool eh? 

This next part is what REALLY made me long for this mirror…
You can capture the ambient light from different locations using images from your PHONE. Yes.
You simply choose your desired photo - it could be your office, or your favourite restaurant even, and the mirror will mimic the colour temperature and intensity so you can check your makeup in the lighting of the venue before you even leave the house! Gobsmacked….? Tell me about it. 

I will be consciously snapping photos of my favourite places just so I can see my makeup in those lightings - just incase.  
The app is so simple to use. I put in my WiFi code upon request, enabled bluetooth on my phone, it then searched for my mirror and we were connected.

Here is a little snap shot of some foundation swatches in a typical lighting situation vs in front of the tru-lux light system: 

You can see the colours of the foundation in much more clarity. 

This is what the app looks like upon opening. You can see the name of the mirror, the battery life, and options to click on to access light modes, alarms, and sensor settings.

Here is the light modes page within the app. It contains some pre-set light modes: ‘natural light’ ‘candle light’, ‘restaurant’ and ‘cloudy day’. 
The first 5 symbols are pre-sets, and then you have the ‘plus’ button to add your own custom light settings. Below, you can manually adjust the brightness OR you can press auto brightness. 

The mirror itself is quite weighty and extremely sturdy, you can trust that it will not fall over and break. Although it’s a little weighty it’s still portable. You can see from the images above that it’s super slimline and fits beautifully on a dressing table, or even in the bathroom.

It’s ideal for me as I often teach 1-2-1 classes downstairs, and I have a filming room upstairs, so I can easily cart it back and forth. 

Here is a little mobile snap of me and my magic mirror:

The mirror retail prices are as follows:
£299.99 here in the UK
$400.00 in the US
€399.99 in the EU

It’s currently available on the UK & US sites, and will be available on the German & French websites by the end of the week!

If you have any questions feel free to ask!

anonymous asked:

i wish you would write a fic where This Town really is about harry, but niall doesn't want him to know so he's trying to be cool about it but harry KNOWS bc he was THERE

“The song’s about me,” Harry says flatly, the moment he picks up. 

“Oh,” says Nick. He doesn’t sound very surprised. “Well, do you like it?” 

Harry wraps his coat a little tighter around himself and slouches a little lower in the front seat of his blacked-out SUV. Bluetooth plays his phone call over the car’s surround sound, and it’s soothing in only the way Nick can be, sometimes. His is the voice of mainstream pop radio, and God, which are the same thing, really. 

“Do I like it? It’s about moving on,” Harry says. He picks at a loose thread in the seam of his jeans. It’s about a lot more than that, actually. But that’s the main thing. So long, goodbye, farewell. “Thanks for the memories,” he mumbles.

“I’m going to pretend you said that in your best Fall Out Boy circa 2007 voice,” says Nick primly. Harry groans. Nick laughs, then says, “If I remember, right, Haz, it goes ‘Everything comes back to you.’ Not ‘fuck off, you wanker.’” 

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