just something to brighten up your day

MBTI: reasons to live

Okay so this is a bit more serious than my usual posts which are literally about memes and procrastination, but I thought it would be sorta nice to give each type a reason why they should stay alive. These sorts of things are important :)

INFP: there are so many books left for you to read

INFJ: you see things differently and the world needs people like that

INTP: live for that discovery you’ll make a decade from now

INTJ: you haven’t truly left your mark yet

ENFP: there are animals who need you

ENFJ: who will campaign for change without you?

ENTP: you’re gonna do something big, just wait

ENTJ: you are the one thing holding some groups/organisations together

ISTP: you haven’t visited every continent yet

ISTJ: the world needs your innovation

ISFP: there’s so many beautiful things you haven’t seen

ISFJ: trust me, your friends need you

ESFP: you brighten up the lives of everyone you meet

ESFJ: one day, you’ll be so in love that you’ll be glad you’re alive

ESTP: there are so many experiences left for you to feel

ESTJ: you may not know it, but people are relying on you

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Rated (SM) for slightly mature.


Seokjin 

➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking. 

“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?” 

Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder. 

“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!” 

“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…” 

Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door. 

“I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?” 

Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good. 

“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well. 

“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him. 

He was smart enough to lock the door. 

Namjoon 

➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise. 

Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance. 

“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom. 

Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” 

Hoseok

➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower. 

“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.” 

It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they? 

“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment. 

“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?” 

Jimin 

➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin. 

“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?” 

Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time. 

“I-I…I have no words…”

“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself. 

“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”

“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”

He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”

“sTOP.” 

Taehyung 

➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever. 

The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down. 

“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies. 

“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.” 

You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!” 

Jungkook 

➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Jungkook…p-please…” 

“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~” 

“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for. 

“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare. 

“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.” 

Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated. 

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compliments - zach dempsey

word count: 1.245

warnings: none i think???? romance lmao

plot: you decide to brighten up zach’s day with a few compliments in his bag

a/n: i just wanted to write something quick and cute so here

part 2

The class emptied seconds after the dismissive bell rang. The previous silence that reigned over the halls was now shattered by hundreds of voices, hundreds of footsteps hitting the ground.

Usually, you’d be out of the classroom in the blink of an eye but for some reason, on this particular day, you took your sweet time placing your notebook and pens in their designated bag.

That slowness resulted in you seeing something unexpected.

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— aquiver | 03 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, some type of fluff
words: 10,909
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

» 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 ::

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Afternoon Snow

Rowaelin, because why not? Enjoy


Winter was Rowan’s favourite, and Rowan didn’t use that word often. Rowan liked things but the word ‘favourite’ seemed such a childish word to attach to his descriptions. But winter, winter was his favourite, and here in Terassen the winters were brutal as they were beautiful.

He trudged through the snow in the courtyard pulling his cloak tighter around him. It was freezing out here as the last of the snowflakes flurried about in the wind. Because of the temperature, many of the inhabitants of the castle had chosen to stay indoors. But not Rowan. He breathed in the cold crisp air deep into his lungs. It stung a little but he relished in it and his magic flared in response. For the hell of it sent a gust of wind along a nearby hedge and watched as it carried the snow off into the air. It was beautiful.

The sound of crunching snow pulled Rowan from his thoughts. Rowan turned and smiled as Fleetfoot came bounding towards him, spraying snow with her massive paws. She stopped just in front of him and put her head between her front paws, nose in the snow. Rowan crouched down to ruffle her ears but stopped when he felt something cold explode on the back of his head. 

Rowan stood and turned in the direction that the snowball had come. He couldn’t see anyone but he heard some suppressed giggling. Rowan couldn’t help the smile that twisted his lips upward. Using his Fae abilities he walked as lightly as he could towards a nearby tree. The giggling continued and he used the sound to cover the rustling he made as he pulled himself up onto the low branch. Peering around the trunk he spied two heads looking around the courtyard for him. One golden and one dark. 

The dark haired one skittered out from the hiding spot, looking around desperately. Fleetfoot bounded over and almost knocked the small girl over in her excitement. But ever the good dog that she was, Elide’s daughter was left unscathed as Fleetfoot reigned herself in at the precise moment that she needed to. Marion had inherited her mother’s stature and was such a tiny thing. It was hard to tell who she got her dark hair and eyes from with Elide and Lorcan being so similar in that regard and it always made Rowan smile when he caught them arguing about it. 

“Uncle Rowan is gone!” Marion almost squealed in a desperate voice.

Marion’s companion came out from hiding then too and Rowan smiled as his mate came into view. She too looked around the courtyard for him.

“He’s probably cheated and shifted and flew away like a coward,” Aelin said as she patted Fleetfoot’s head. 

Oh she was going to pay for that. Rowan waited until they passed the tree before he silently dropped to the ground. Then he scooped up a handful of snow to make his ammunition. Then in a flawless, fluid motion he spun out from behind the tree and threw the snowball.

Only for it to be dissolved as it hit a shield of flame.

Aelin wore one of her mischievously wicked smiles and in return Rowan gave her a canine bearing grin.

“Seems Uncle Rowan isn’t a coward after all,” Aelin said as she crouched into a fighting stance. Marion squealed in delight and bent down to gather handfuls of snow.

The snowball fight that ensued was one for the ages. Aelin’s and Rowan’s precision with aiming and deflecting would have left them in a stalemate. But even though Marion was young her aim was uncommonly accurate and Fleetfoot was running interference distracting both sides, her loyalty never entirely decided. It was when Fleetfoot had jumped at Aelin and she had let fly a curse that then caused Marion to scold her, that Rowan took his chance. He ran at his wife and tackled her to the ground. Aelin let out a surprised laugh as Rowan pinned her arms and legs.

“Quick Marion! We’ve been defeated! Save yourself!” Aelin called from where she was trapped under Rowan. Marion heeded the warning and ran squealing and giggling into the palace, Fleetfoot at her heels.

Rowan looked down at Aelin as she struggled against him, huffing and breathing hard.

“Yeild,” Rowan demanded.

Fire practically burned in Aelin’s eyes as she glared up at him. She struggled again but it was in vain. Rowan was still stronger and bigger that she was, he could hold her for a good long while just using his brute strength. Defeated Aelin blew and strand of loose hair from her face and Rowan watched as the snow held to the hair fluttered about. Then he looked back to Aelin’s face.

She looked beautiful. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and exertion and her ever bright eyes glistened from playfulness. Aelin smiled at him and Rowan smiled back, loosening his grip on her wrists. He had been mistaken to have taken that smile as her surrender, because his acquiescence allowed Aelin to gain the upper hand.

Rowan was now on his back in the snow, Aelin sitting a top of him. Rowan knew that Aelin understood she did not have long before Rowan overpowered her again. So she grabbed a handful of snow from behind Rowan’s head and left it run through her fingers onto his face. 

“It only takes a smile to undo you, Buzzard,” Aelin teased as Rowan sputtered and brushed the snow from his face. 

Rowan sat up on his elbows, Aelin still a top him. “And what does is take to undo you, Fireheart?”

“Much more than a smile,” Aelin said as she lent forward but stopped just before touching his lips.

A growl escaped Rowan’s throat and Aelin lent in further. For a moment they sat there, caught in a battle of wills as to who would give in to the kiss. The moment was broken as Aelin jumped up with a yelp as a ball of snow slammed into the top of her head. Rowan laughed as Aelin cursed him and shook her hair out like a dog. When she had finished Aelin glared daggers at Rowan, which only made Rowan laugh harder as he stood and brushed himself off. Then as sweetly as he could he took her hand and kissed it.

“Fireheart.”

“Buzzard.”

10 Ways to Enchant Your Breakfast: Everyday Witchcraft

✨Use herbs that match your intent for the day in an omelette or scram: basil for harmony and warding, parsley for protection, Rosemary for matters of the heart, etc.

✨Sigil infused Pancakes. This can be done a number of ways. If you’re fancy, you can cook it into the pancake by doing pancake art with the batter in a piping bag, or you can cook it in with chocolate chips or berries. You can also simply do the sigil afterwards with some syrup or other toppings.

✨Enjoy a magical tea with your morning meal. Bonus, read the leaves to see how your day will go, and anything to look forward to or watch out for.

✨Keep something constant in your meal each morning, whether it be making the same order at a coffee shop, or sitting in the same place to eat, and use the familiarity and constance of that to ease stress and bring about stability during the rest of your day

✨Find a food that makes you feel great and use it to aid glamours when you want to feel more beautiful or confident.

✨Do you have a lucky number or number correspondences that match your intention for the day? Try cutting your food into that many pieces, dividing it up into groups of that many pieces, or chewing each bite that many times as you focus on your intention.

✨Use some color magic by choosing brightly colored fruits that match your intention: strawberries for vitality, oranges for self expression, blueberries for tranquility, and so on.

✨Share some food with your deities. It can be easy to rush and get stressed in the morning, but if you can make some time to talk to your deities in the morning, it can really brighten up your day. Offer a little of your food to them as well, if that’s something they like.

✨If you’re someone who likes to make tinctures or other preserves, you could try canning some magical jam and jelly mixtures to use on the daily.

✨Just have time for some cereal or toast? Sprinkle a little cinnamon sugar on top to sweeten your words during the day and get people to listen to you. Use salt and pepper the same way for protection through the day.

compliments part 2 - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 2.216

warnings: none besides fluff i think

plot: zach decides to (nervously) confront you after finding out you’re the one slipping compliments in his bag

a/n: i Cannot believe a 2nd part was requested i cant believe you guys enjoyed the first part and sent me messages!! i wasn’t planning on writing this but here she is since y’all are cute as heck


Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Thursday night found Zach Dempsey sprawled on his bed.

A week worth of complimentary notes was at the foot of the bed. Some were folded, some all the way open but none of them were in their original, pristine state. They were crumpled, thing that probably happened whenever the boy stuffed them in his pockets.

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I’m supposed to be writing Andrew angst but I got distracted and came up with a new theory behind how they got the cats instead. So, here’s some Andrew fluff first:

  • We’ve been thinking Neil makes them get the cats or that Andrew gets them for Neil all along
  • But hold on guys
  • What if Neil gets the cats for Andrew?
  • Because Andrew likes cats
  • And they make him feel a little better when he’s depressed
  • Neil knows this because Bee texts pictures to Andrew to cheer him up when he’s upset
  • Or, when she thinks he might like something
  • Like with the Halloween picture
  • So, what about Bee sending cat videos and pictures to Andrew?
  • Andrew texts her that he’s having a bad day and she sends him cat videos to distract him and make him feel better
  • Or, sometimes she just randomly sends him one when she sees something she thinks he might like
  • As @earthsea–borealis suggested, with messages like “Oh! Here’s a video that made me happy, I hope it brightens your day a little!”
  • And you know how Andrew likes to show Neil funny things Bee sends him?
  • Like how he laughed and showed the picture to Neil at Halloween?
  • He shows the cat ones to Neil too
  • So, Neil figures out ‘oh, cats cheer Andrew up’
  • So, one day when Andrew is really sad Neil fucking leaves and comes back with 2 cats
  • And Andrew pretends it’s ridiculous and they don’t need cats
  • Why would Neil ever think they needed cats?
  • But also, Andrew definitely lets one of them lie in his lap and lets the other rub against his side and get hair all over his black shirt
  • And when Andrew’s having a bad day he likes having the cats lie on him and listening to them purr
  • Or, sometimes, he likes taunting them with one of those feather on a stick cat toys
  • And then he’ll watch the cats fight over it and act all stupid to amuse himself
Coffee’s For Cuties

Summary: Coffee shop AU. It’s your first day on the job and your very demanding boss sends you to pick up coffee. With a ridiculously complicated order, you’re sure to annoy the barista, but what if he’s more understanding than you expect? 

Word Count: 1,168

Warnings: none? 

A/N: Please forgive me if this isn’t up to my usual standards. I’ve been really sick for the past few weeks and we’re still trying to figure out exactly what’s wrong with me. I currently can’t keep any food down so I’m having trouble focusing because my energy levels are pretty low, but I really wanted to do something productive, so this happened. Anyway, here’s some cute, fluffy Bucky to (hopefully) brighten your day. 


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You trudged through the New York streets, yawning as you desperately tried to wake yourself up. Today was your first day at a new job, and you hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. Your mind was buzzing in a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and anticipation, the combination of which had caused sleep to evade you. This was your dream job, and you still weren’t quite sure how you had managed to get it, but you weren’t going to question it. You just hoped that you could make it through your first day without any major problems. 

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bubbles12121-blog  asked:

So I just found your blog and I am in LOVE with your artwork!!! It's just so beautiful!! Like how even???? I also love your DEH drawings! Tree bros is one of my favorite ships! Also today was kind of a crappy day for me so seeing your art really lightened my mood. Thank you for existing!!!!!!!

I hope you had a better day today and here’s a lil something for you bc you brighten up my day so much with this message thank u….

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend and I just broke up. It was mutual but it was really heartbreaking because we love each other but just can't be together right now. Could you do a little something cute with my bb Jae from Day6, please? Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

im sorry!! here is a cute music majors!au with jae that i hope brightens ur day!!

  • you and jae are both music majors but he’s concentrating on guitar and you’re doing jazz studies
  • which is why you,,,,,,,,,never interact
  • and it’s just chance when you end up walking by the practice rooms, looking to put up posters for a performance of one of your friends when this tall, lanky, frantic looking boy runs up to you and is like
  • “hELP”
  • and youre so startled you drop the stack of flyers you were holding and you’re like holy shit is there a fire or something??? is someone hurt??? why did u yell help??
  • and the boy, glasses perched on the end of his nose, wide eyes looking at you like those of a lost child goes
  • “,,,,,,,,,,my friend ditched me so i have no one to record my audition.” 
  • for a moment you wait for him to continue,,,,,,say something else,,,,,but he doesn’t
  • and you narrow your eyes and go “that,,,,,,,that’s why you yelled help?”
  • he nods, shrugging his guitar case over his shoulder and fixing his glasses, “dowoon canceled on me last minute to go get free food with wonpil,,,,,can you believe that? they call themselves my friends, ugh”
  • for a second you want to laugh but then you just shrug and go “id ditch someone for free food too.”
  • crinkling his nose he goes “really? you just gonna say that to me after i went through this traumatic experience of being abandoned.”
  • “you made me drop my flyers”
  • “if i pick them up, will you help me?”
  • you don’t have anything else planned, plus this guy is pretty funny so why not
  • you nod and the two of you gather the scattered flyers and he leads you toward an empty practice room
  • handing you the handheld camera you look at him and go “why cant i do it on my ph-”
  • “old school is the best school, now get my angle!”
  • you roll your eyes and hold up the camera,,,the guys guitar case is covered in band stickers and scribbles of random things in sharpie
  • he’s wearing relatively plain clothes and his hair is a little messy,,,,,,you dont think it’s a good look for an audition
  • so putting the camera down you walk over and you’re like “hey, whats ur name-” 
  • he tells you it’s jae as he tunes his guitar and settles into the chair
  • you frown, looking him up and down and going “ok jae, let me be real.”
  • “be a real as you want”
  • “you look a mess, take the flannel off and comb your hair”
  • jae pulls his head back in shock, but does shrug off the old looking flannel. as for his hair he runs his hands through it and looks to you for approval
  • shaking your head you go over and tell him to sit still
  • for a minute or two you run your hands through his hair, trying to make it look presentable and less shaggy
  • stepping back you admire your work and give him a thumbs up,,,jae puts his hand up to fix his glasses, simultaneously hiding his oncoming blush from having a cute stranger play with his hair
  •  on the cue you start filming and jae introduce himself with his name, age, and the name of the song he’s going to play
  • you don’t know why but when he starts playing you’re shocked at how good he is,,,,,,,,i mean this is a music major school but still,,,,,,he sounds like a professional
  • doing your best to hold the camera still, you get lost in the sound and the image of jae playing
  • his long body, awkward to the glance at first, looks better with a guitar in his hands 
  • his fingers are long and pretty and then,,,,,,,he starts to sing
  • and it’s a voice like no other and you can’t help yourself - you’re hypnotized
  • you don’t even realize the song is over until jae gets out of his chair and comes over, taking the camera from your hand and pouting because “hey, why are you still recording?”
  • snapping back into reality you go “wow, you’re really good - whats this audition for?” 
  • jae shrugs and mumbles that it’s nothing too crazy,,,but he’s happy you like it
  • grinning he turns to you and goes “thanks for your hardwork, you can really hold a camera well!”
  • you find yourself rolling your eyes again but also whatever - he’s cute
  • you tell him no problem and you turn to gather your flyers and leave when jae goes “ill help you put those up”
  • “you don’t have too-”
  • “nah, you did me a solid so ill help. maybe after,,,,,,,wanna get chicken together?”
  • you smile,,,,,feeling your heart skip a beat 
  • “id like that.”
  • “,,,,,,,,but really a+ filming skill why are you in art school you could TOTALLY be a director”
  • long story short jae makes you laugh the whole time but also when you get food it kinda feels like a date,,,,,maybe????? definitely????

little-noko  asked:

Just sending positive vibes over here to tell you how much I love to see your contain on my dash. You have a keen eye to interpret characters for what they are supposed to be and I admire your work. See you being so positive as well as your sadistic tendency really brighten up my days~<3

…‘Sending positive Vibes’…

Sorry, weird mental image XD

That said, thank you! Not only is it immensely flattering to hear something like that, I somehow get to hear it from one of my favorite artists! *happy Jass noises*

…Also, have a Finch doodle, because I felt like it XD

Broken Memories (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 3200+

Warnings: car accident

Request: (i lost it in my blog but something about the reader being sick/hurt and the boys take care of them)

A/N: im sorry i took so long, as always. please forgive me, and enjoy!


You were walking home, your bag was thrown over your shoulder. You forgot your umbrella, and you were soaked, the wool hoodie doing nothing to stop the raindrops from seeping through. You didn’t check the weather today, so this was a big surprise for you. Lafayette wanted to drive you home, but you insisted on walking, not wanting him to leave work early. Hamilton and Laurens were working at the office too, and Mulligan had to go to his shop to finish the orders that people brought in.

Your phone rang, and you answered, barely glancing at the contact picture. “Hello?”

“Y/N! I told you that I would take you home!” Mulligan’s rough voice said. You rolled your eyes, sitting on a seat next to a bus stop. Thankfully, it was only slightly wet, not enough to make you stand.

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Finding Home (Part 1)

Steve x Reader

Modern Day AU

Summary: US Army Capt Steve Rogers has never had a family of his own, but after receiving a random card while on deployment - he suddenly feels like he has one. Sometimes home can be a place, sometimes it can be a person, and sometimes it’s a place you’ve never been. A story of love, family, and home.

*based on the movie The Christmas Card*


You sit at the counter of Maria’s Diner, munching some fries as you thought about what to write.   After seeing a special on the war, you went to your father, an Army veteran, and asked how you could help.  He had told you that what soldiers wanted most was a taste of home.   That is what they missed and craved most, they wanted normalcy.  So after finding out through a local service group that you could send something to a random soldier you signed up and a week later you had an address.  

“Writing a love note Y/n?” You look up to see Maria standing in front of you leaning on the counter. You snort at her and roll your eyes.

“No, you know there isn’t a man in this town I would date.  I know them all too well.  This is for a soldier.  I just want to brighten someone’s day.  Problem is, I don’t know what to write.”  You look down at the blank card furrowing your brows.

Maria let out a hum, “Write it as if you were writing to a friend.  That’s what these soldier’s want right?  Something not so military.”

You laugh at her scrunched up nose as she said the word military.  You smooth down the open notecard and began writing, when you had finished you placed a selfie of you and your parents in front of your parent’s farmhouse inside and sealed the envelope before asking whoever was listening that this card brings someone comfort.


US Army Capt Steve Rogers had been deployed for 6 months when a random card was found in his bunk after a mail call.  This was far from normal, Steve never got mail.  His best friend however, Bucky, a handsome dark haired Sargent, always received goodie boxes from his wife Natasha.  Steve on the other hand didn’t have a family.  Both his parents had died when he was young, he entered the military as soon as he was able.  The Army had been his family for most of his life.   So when he saw the small cream envelope he was shocked.   Dropping his gear careless on the floor beside him he picked up the small envelope and inspected it carefully.  Opening the envelope like it was made of glass, he pulled out the card allowing your photo to fall on his lap, while he began reading your words.

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His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/

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Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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physical education teacher!seungcheol + teacher!you

Originally posted by kristian-do

  • so you work at a high school as a chemistry and biology teacher
  • seungcheol is the new physical education teacher
  • your classroom is right next to the gymnasium building and field

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anonymous asked:

I'd just like to say thank you for this lovely shitpost. No joke, any time I've been having trouble the last few days, I view this blog and the posts and immediately crack up. Creampuff is so darn sweet and I just adore him. Thank you for always brightening my day.

Buddy, this anon just made my day. Literally made it. This was such an encouraging and sweet message to get, it brought a smile to my face.

I really appreciate this anon because this is more of what was intended with Buff. A laugh and something to make folks smile. 

I hope that things get better for you in the days to come anon, flex your way to victory!

Wrong Number, Right Call (Part 1)

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: A wrong number leads to a series of texts between strangers…

Warnings: This part contains spoilers for the movie, “The Princess Bride”. Also, the POV shifts back and forth a couple times, but I couldn’t find a way to make the story work without it.

Author’s Note: So… here’s some Tabi fluff that I wrote to comfort my hormonal self. (instead of working on what I should have been doing… *sigh*) This will most likely be at least three parts in all. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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It all began because Seung Hyun was too drunk to handle his smartphone.

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Bruce Wayne x Reader - Relationship Headcanons part 1/?

Already did the goodies here :  Bruce + Batboys headcanons 

As for the rest, here it is. I’m still not sure if I’m doing the “headcanon” thing right…Hope you’ll still like it, especially you anon and you @harlequin-swan : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Lips-

  • How do they kiss?

It always depends on his mood. It can be rough, or sweet. But it’s always the best kiss ever. Every time you think he can’t out-do himself, and yet, every time it becomes more and more amazing. His lips always taste great, the way he massages your tongue with his is always so loving even when a bit rough…His kisses are just the best. All of his kisses. 
He’s all for sweet cheeks and forehead kisses. Doesn’t mind much for small PDAs like that, and will kiss your cheeks, forehead, hands in public, to paparazzis’ great pleasure.

  • What sort of sweet nothings do they whisper?

He would NEVER admit it, but he’s one of the cheesiest person ever. So whispering sweet nothing in your ear ? Definitely. Wether you’re in public (he loves the way your cheek tints of red whenever he whispers something cute), just the two of you cuddling, or making sweet love to each others : 

 “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
 “How do you look so beautiful all the time?”
 “You brighten up my day every time I see you. Your laugh…”
 “You make my sadness disappear with your beautiful smile”
 “You’re the reason my life feels so perfect.”
 “You make me believe in soul mates.”
 “You make me feel weak in the knees when I touch you.”
 “Just hearing your voice in the morning makes my day.”
 “ I love you so much I can’t explain it even if I tried.”
 “You’re the one thing I’m most thankful for having in my life.”
 “I want to kiss every inch of you.”
 “You make my sadness disappear with your beautiful smile.”
 “I could stare at you forever and I’d still feel like I haven’t had enough of you.”
 “Spending time with you is the highlight of my day.”
 “You could have any guy in the world, and yet you chose me.” (you always thought that one was wrong, that it was the other way around, but he wouldn’t let you say it…oh no)
 “I start my day with you on my mind and end my day with you in my dreams.” (one of his cheesiest line)

Yeah you get it, so many things. He makes sure to always give you knew compliments every day, just to see your slight blush and incredible smile. And when he can make you laugh because of his cheesiness or jokes, then it’s even better. 

  • What do they like to talk about ?

With you : 

✶ You. You don’t particularly like talking about yourself, but he loves to hear your voice talk about your day, about what you think…It’s soothing to him. Holding you in his arms and you just talking, he loves it. And he always wants to make sure you feel comfortable enough to tell him everything. He hates when you withhold important things from him (if you feel sad, if you have a problem etc etc…). But you guys always say everything to each others. Best friends AND Lovers. 
Your children. It’s always an entertaining subject. Always. Chances are, one of them did something that is worth talking about.
 Surprisingly, himself. It’s not that he likes to talk about himself, just like you don’t really like to talk about yourself, in fact, it’s more…he likes to tell you how he feels, especially when he’s not alright, because you always have the right words to make him feel better. 
The future. Your future to the both of you.
Gossiping with you bring him joy. Oh you two always know everything about what’s up with the League’s members and such. Only nice gossips though, you’d never spread rumors, you only talk between the two of you, because you two already suffer enough from lies from medias and such. Damn rumors. But harmless gossiping about Green Arrow being totally dominated by Black Canary ? Hell yes. 
Your and his view of life. It’s always very insightful. 
His childhood. Your childhood. It…Helps often. And tiny Bruce was adorable. You were such a daredevil as a child that your stories are also always great. 
Naughty things. Oh the way you blush, or the way your words are the only thing that can make him blush…It send shivers down his spine. 
Each others’ fears. Because it’s nice to admit he isn’t as emotionless and invincible as everyone seem to think, but he’d admit it only to you. 

With his close friends : 

You. 
His children.  he’ll enjoy talking about you and the kids to his friends. About how great you all are. Only close friends, because he can only endure Clark and Diana’s teasing. 
Them, he also talks about their interest. It’s his friends, he likes to know about them, even if he won’t admit it, acting as if his interest is only polite, even though he genuinely care. When they need him, he’s here to talk.

With everyone else :

He doesn’t like to talk about himself or actual personal stuffs with others . And as a public figure, as the famous Bruce Wayne, he’ll act as if he likes to talk about his company, about his work, about whatever is in fashion, about politics…but really, he doesn’t enjoy any of those conversations. He mostly just like talking about you and his children (as annoying as he can be), but he doesn’t do it in public. His life is no one’s business. 

  • Can they sing?

No. Oh God he cannot. It’s quite incredible to you really, how great and soothing his voice is when he speaks to you, how much you love listening to him saying whatever…but when he tries to sing it’s just awful. He has no rhythm. He’ll always sing off beat.  But you know what ? You fucking love it. (Someone pointed out to me that he actually can sing very well, and I know. I remember him singing for Diana in “The Justice League” animated show (found the youtube video here :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncj-wpBhr5E but…man, I just love the idea of him having such a great deep voice and not being able to sing properly…I guess it’s the point of a headcanon :D)

Legs/Butt-

  • Are they fast?

For a non-meta human, yes. That guy could have run in the olympics really, with all his training and such. Usain Bolt fast yo. Damn long legs. 

  • How flexible are they?

Bruce isn’t that flexible. He’s all toughness and muscles. Dick is the flexible man in the family, because of his acrobat’s past. Bruce, just like Jason, are more…brute force. Even though they’re master at martial arts, they’re not smooth, they’re not super flexible. They can high kick someone easily, but putting their foot behind their head ? Nope. You however, are very flexible, and he loves it. Useful. 

  • Will they fart in front of an s/o?

Most people would peg it unthinkable to even imagine the always elegant Bruce Wayne farts but…Oh man. With you he knows he can be himself, and if it means farting and burping in front of you sometimes, then he’ll do it. At first, he was so shy about it, and the day you laughed your ass off because you understood he was leaving your bed, leaving the room to go fart elsewhere, he understood that you didn’t care. Farting contest are a thing between the two of you, and the best thing about it ? Only you guys know. 
You hate it though, when you’re comfortably settled against him, wrapped in the blanket, his arms around you,drawing lazy patterns on your back with his fingers, caressing you all over lovingly…only for him to let out a huge smelly fart, to trap you under the blanket so you HAVE TO smell it and for his arms to tighten around you even more, so that you can’t escape ! Damn bastard !