warm and breezy

The Zodiac Signs as Types of Days

Aries: Hot, summer afternoons filled with water fights and popsicle sticks

Taurus: The day when you see the first flower bloom and think that spring’s finally here

Gemini: The morning on the first day of school, where leaves are falling and the air is electric

Cancer: Late autumn days, when most of the leaves are on the ground and everyone is content

Leo: The first few days of spring or summer, when everything is fresh and everyone is relaxed

Virgo: 5 o’clock in the morning, in summer- it’s earlier than you usually wake up but everything seems so peaceful and you kind of want to go outside

Libra: Bright, warm, breezy spring days where trees are flowering and fruit are growing

Scorpio: The dead of the night in summer or winter, when everything is deathly silent and you can hardly breath

Sagittarius: Summer evenings, when the crickets are chirping outside and you feel tired

Capricorn: 7 o’clock pm in winter, when you look outside and realize that it’s so much darker than you expected at this time

Aquarius: In March, when leftover snow is on the sides of the streets still and wind is chilly, but the birds are back and you can feel the slightest bit of sun on your neck

Pisces: Snowy days that make you want to stare at the sky forever

Day 1: Seasonal Witch (Autumn)


A fan of mine offered to essentially commission me to take an October drawing challenge. Considering something it’s something I wanted to do anyway, AND because I’d have to take some kind commission anyway, I accepted.

I’m intimidated at the prospect of having to catch up, but I’ll attempt to do 2 sketches a day until I get there. Furthermore, in order for this to not significantly impact my other work, I’ll be challenging myself to do each of these sketches in under an hour. (Though when my workload diminishes, I may go back and refine these). 

Now rather than the Monster Girl challenge that I did the last two Octobers, this year, I’m attempting this Witch challenge I found. Because I freakin love cute witches.

A seasonal witch of my choice HAD to be autumn, my favorite season. I tried to give her warm, but breezy clothes. She has a pouch with some harvest vegetables, among other things, to go with a fall-harvest theme–But I ran out of time to develop that more, so it is what it is.

Josh Dun Imagine

this was kinda a request, I just elaborated and added a bit more.  Idk how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it!!

The Man Across The Street

The sun shone heavily on your back causing warmth to spread through your entire body.  It felt nice after spending eight hours in your air conditioned office space on the twelfth floor.  You gripped your briefcase tightly in one hand and stretched your neck side to side before settling in a consistent stride.  

You focused on the ground in front of you, watching as your shadow mimicked your poor posture and flat feet, until something else caught your eye.  

The man across the street walked at an almost identical pace.  You recognized him immediately as the guy who held the elevator door for you just minutes prior.  You’d seen him around the building other times, as well; in the hallways, on the stairs, by the coffee bar on the main floor. That bright pink hair was painstakingly recognizable.  

You pretended to ignore him the entire way home, only throwing glances out of the corner of your eye, until you stopped in front of your building.  You watched for a moment as he continued down the street, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a beige bag, never looking up from his feet.  

- - - - - -

The cool autumn air gave rise to goosebumps all over your body.  You wrapped your sweater around yourself tighter and continued down the cobblestone sidewalk.  You kept your head up, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had taken over the city.  

Leaves crunched under your flats, making an auditory note of every step you took. It covered up the sound of your breathing, which had grown heavier from the cold air shocking your system.

The man across the street paid no attention to the crunching leaves beneath his feet.  You watched briefly as he kicked a few of them around before continuing on his way.

His hair matched the pink sunset overhead, bright and bold and beautiful.  

It was the last thing you noticed before walking into your apartment for the night.

- - - - - -

Heavy snow fell from the sky.  The street lamps lit up the sidewalk, illuminating the thousands of large flakes around you.  You made a mental note to start wearing heavier boots to work for nights like this.  

You tucked your gloved hands underneath each of your armpits and trudged home, trying to pay attention to each step you took so as not to fall.

The man across the street had a scarf, hat, and mittens on.  You were jealous of how prepared he seemed to be for this snow storm.  You made another mental note for yourself to start checking the weather before leaving for work each morning.

The man walked faster than you.  His winter boots clearly had better traction than your dressy ones.  As he got further ahead, you noticed the back of his hair poking out.  Except, it wasn’t pink, it was yellow.  

You trudged on and used it as your guiding light through the storm the whole way home.

- - - - - -

Spring had always been your least favorite season.  Snow and ice melted with no boundaries, leaving traces of mud all over the sidewalk.  You stomped your bulky boots through scummy puddles and tried not to splash remnants of it everywhere.  

It wasn’t dark yet, which made you feel hopeful that this dirty weather wouldn’t be around for long.  

The man across the street walked without a hat for the first time in months.  You smiled seeing his yellow hair in full for the first time.  It was bright and flashy.  The kind of thing that demanded attention.  It reminded you of blooming flowers and sunshine, infinite growth and beauty.  

You walked home, your strides aligned once again.  And as the sound of snow melting from building tops covered up the sound of your boot’s heavy stomps, you couldn’t help but notice his bright hair out of the corner of your eye the entire way home.  

- - - - - -

The first thing you noticed upon leaving work was how freeing it felt to be outside once again without a heavy jacket weighing you down.  You had brought one, just in case, but it lingered in your arms, unneeded and more of a burden than anything as you started your walk home.  Summer was just visible in the horizon, but the weather still fluctuated between sunny and warm and breezy and cool, so it was impossible to ever be fully prepared.

The second thing you noticed upon leaving work was that the man across the street wasn’t there.

He’d been particularly easy to spot in the last few months with his yellow hair, but as you scanned the other side of the road, up and down, he was no where to be found.  Your heart sunk a little, which surprised you.  But you justified your disappointment as normal.  He had become a part of your routine, just like eating a peanut butter and fluff sandwich everyday was.  Your heart would sink if you opened your lunchbox to bologna, just as it did in the man’s absence.  Nothing strange or unusual about being effected by a disrupted routine.  

You frowned slightly before deciding it was time to head home.  You walked for less than a minute before you heard rapid footsteps behind you and felt someone grip your elbow.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” A man’s voice asked.

You instinctively tried to jerk your arm away, but the grip was too strong.  When you turned to look at who was grabbing you, you were shocked to see the man with yellow hair.  

He leans down, close enough so that you can smell him, and whispers in your ear, “Someone’s following you.”

Once he’s confident you’re not going to shove him away, the man loops his arm with yours, leading you down the road en route to your apartment.   He casts a couple glances over his shoulder, subtly trying to see if the person following you had gone.  On his second glance, he sighs a breathe of relief and loosens his grip on your arm.

“He turned around.”

You automatically let go of his arm.

“Who was it?” you ask.

“I didn’t recognize him, which is what made me nervous… I’d never seen him before.”

You nod, exhaling the anxiety that had been building up inside of you.  “Well, thanks. I appreciate it”

You were relieved to see you apartment building just over the hill.  You didn’t feel much like walking alone the rest of the night.

The man nodded and extended his hand, “I’m Josh, by the way.”

You smiled, taking his hand in yours and shaking it, “Y/N.” you introduced.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he grinned.  

You thought about his comment later that night as you laid in bed.  You found yourself wondering if Josh had noticed your presence on the opposite side of the street as much as you’d noticed his.  

- - - - - -

You felt slightly paranoid walking home the next day.  You immediately noticed Josh across the way, which felt increasingly comforting, but you couldn’t help feel like someone was lingering behind you as you made your walk down the sidewalk.  

You kept casting glances towards Josh.  You found yourself wondering things about him, like which floor he worked on or what his inspiration for his sporadic hair colors were.  Every time you would gaze for too long, he’d glance over and you’d quickly look away in response.  You really had to work on your staring problem.  

After three different occasions of awkward eye contact with Josh, you watched out of the corner of your eye as he looked both ways, then started jogging across the street.  

“Hey,” he called, as he hurried to catch up to you.  You stopped, of course, baffled and unsure as to whether or not he was talking to you.  “Mind if I walk with you?”

You froze then, wondering immediately if the same person was following you again.  

Josh noticed the fear on your face and put his hands up, “It’s okay to say no…” he says.

You lower your voice and try to whisper loud enough for just him to hear, “Are they following me again?”

“What?” Josh asks, confused momentarily before understanding what you were referencing, “Oh… no! No, no.  I just thought maybe we could walk together tonight.”

You sigh a breathe of relief before smiling, “Yeah, that would be really nice.  I’d like that.”

The two of you walked, side-by-side, step-by-step, all the way home.  

You asked about his hair.  The burning thought that had been on your mind for so long was finally set free.  It turns out, Josh was bored by routines, but his hair was one thing he could be spontaneous about.  The pink was an after-effect of a wild red.  The yellow brightened his gloomy winter.

“What color is next?” you had asked.  

“Only time will tell,” he says, his eyes shimmering.

Josh walked you right up to your apartment door before saying goodbye.  You were so intrigued by everything he had to say, and had to admit you were disappointed to be at your doorstep.  It was the first time you’d ever wished your walk home was longer.  

- - - - - -

Every day in the weeks to follow, Josh was waiting outside of the building by the time you got out of work.  His face always breaks into the same, huge smile when he sees you walking through the double doors, and you can never help but reciprocate.  

You talk the entire way home, learning about each other.  Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, funny childhood stories.  Josh was a man of infinite laughter and curiosity.  You looked forward to walking home with him daily.  It was, often times, what got you through until five o’clock.  

“How was work?” he asks, one evening, extending his arm for you to take.

You’re surprised by his gesture, but ultimately flattered.  You latch on, and start walking with him down the cobblestone.

“It was long,” you respond. “How was yours?”

“Also long, equally boring.  Why do we work these jobs?” he asks.

You shrug, “Gotta pay rent I guess.”

“I’m serious though— I mean.  I hate my job, I don’t get why I do it.”  

He’s silent for a moment, like he’s thinking hard.  “What would you do—“ he finally says, “if you didn’t have to worry about rent or bills?  If you could do anything?”

You furrow your brow, thinking about his question, “I suppose I’d travel.”


“Europe, I think.”

“Have you ever been?”

You shake your head.  “No, I mean, I have work…”

“I think that’s a crime.”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“That’s your dream, right?  To go to Europe.   And you’ve never been because of some dumb job you don’t even like.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “But I have responsibilities.  I’m committed to my job.  People count on me.”

“To what? Fax papers for them?  It doesn’t really mean anything.  Neither of our jobs do.”

You frown at Josh’s remark, offended by his blunt tone.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” you say honestly.

He shakes his head, “Nothing.  I’m just… bored.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence.

- - - - - -

Josh isn’t waiting for you the next day.  He’s not across the street either.  

You walk the entirety of the way home without any pinks or yellows to brighten your day.

You hate how much it bothers you.

- - - - - -

You accept Josh’s outstretched arm, “Where were you yesterday?” you ask.

“Just a personal day,” he says.  “Stayed home.”

“Oh… Well, I missed you.”

“Aw, you flatter me.”

“I mean it!” you say, “Walking home with you is my favorite part of the day.”

Josh stiffens beside you.  You try to gage what he’s thinking by his face, but it’s too stoic.  

“See?” he says, “How pathetic is it that a walk home with me is the highlight of your day?”

That was definitely not the reaction you were hoping for.  You let go of his arm and step away from him.  

You can’t really think of a response or defense, but it was clear that Josh didn’t feel the same way.  

“Your life is boring.  Just admit it!  It has no meaning behind it.  No passion.  You do the same thing everyday, hoping that eventually, you’ll be happy.  Or satisfied, or whatever it is.  But you’re lying to yourself.”

“You don’t know anything about my life,” you say back sharply.  “I like my job, and I like my life, just the way it is.  Not all of us need radical hair colors and spontaneous life choices to be happy.  Get off your high horse and don’t pretend like you know what’s good for me.”  

Josh bites his lip, but has no response, so instead, you shake your head before picking up your pace, leaving him behind.

You ignore him as he calls after you.

- - - - - -

You make an effort to rush out of the building the next day, hopeful that you won’t run into Josh.  Luckily, you’re out a solid ten minutes quicker than usual, and by the time you’re turning the corner on the cobblestone steps, he’s nowhere to be seen.  

You walk the whole way home alone.  

- - - - - -

This pattern continues until Friday when you’re forced to stay until five o’clock on the dot.  You try not to think about seeing Josh outside as you ride the elevator down to the main floor, but as soon as you push through the double doors and look to the street, you see him.  If he hadn’t been standing right by the lamp pole, you probably wouldn’t have recognized him.  His hair was no longer bright or flashy.  Instead, it was dulled down to an off-brown color.  It didn’t catch your attention by any means and you frowned at the sight of it.  

You almost skipped right over to him, before you remembered that you were mad for insulting your “boring life”.  You huffed a little before walking down the steps and turning the corner, hoping to avoid his attention.

You should be so lucky,

“Hey!” he calls, rushing up behind you.

You ignore him and keep walking.

“Wait up!” he hollers.  “Y/N, stop!”

“What do you want, Josh?” you snap, whipping around to face him.

He stops dead in his tracks, clearly taken aback by your harsh tone.  The look on his face makes you feel slightly guilty for being to abrupt, but you hold your ground.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking anxious.  He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Your angry frown turns to confusion as his words sink in.

“Goodbye?” you ask, your tone civil again.

“Yeah, I quit.”

“You what?” you gasp.

“I quit my job.  Just now actually.”

“Wh— what?  Why?” you sputter.

“The only thing keeping me going, was the idea that everyone else was just as miserable as I was doing what I did.  But not you.  You’re happy.  And you were right… I shouldn’t have judged you.  I was wrong to assume that everyone was as depressed as me.  But… I just.. It made me realize that I needed to get the hell out of here.”

You listen to his words, letting it sink in that he truly meant it.  He was leaving.  You shouldn’t be as upset as you were.  Selfishly, you were mourning the infinite number of walks you thought the two of you had in the future.  But hearing Josh admit to his misery made you logically ignore the voice in your head begging him to stay and instead ask him a question.

“What happened to your hair?”

He smiles, looking up to his forehead, as if he could see it in his peripherals.

“I don’t need interesting hair anymore, cause I’m going to have an interesting life.”

- - - - - -

Summer fades fast and the warm, humid air is replaced by a brisk breeze.  You crossed your arms across your chest and shivered as the night set in.  You were grateful to be wearing a hat on top of your head and a scarf around your neck.  You let your eyes scan your surroundings, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had once again, taken over the city.  

Leaves fell, crunching and blowing every which way, as autumn swept through, clearing out the old and making room for the new.  

You stopped dead in your tracks at the turn with the cobblestone steps and gazed adoringly at the melted sunset in the horizon.  The pouring pinks and blistering yellows caught your eye, reminding you of the man across the street and being your guiding light all the way home.  

In all the stories she’s heard, the Enchanted forrest is the place to be. It’s wonderful, full of magic and love and pureness. There’s everyday problems and a war going on, of course, but friendship and goodness and all that.

It’s bullshit.

The Enchanted Forrest is hot. Like sweat dripping down the middle of your back hot. The sun is beating down on her face and she know’s that in a couple hours, her cheeks will be a deep pink. At the very least. 

And the air smells like blood. Like thick, coppery blood. It hangs heavy and gets trapped in your nose. Emma wants to stop dead in her tracks and lose whatever food is left in her stomach. Wants to turn around and go a different direction.

“This isn’t right,” she mutters. 

Everyones ignores her and trudges on. 


It’s not even ten minutes later when they see the carnage. Hundreds of bodies laying down around the village, slain. Men, woman…. She has to look away when she sees children. Oh God.

“We have to go down there,” Snow says, adamantly. “There could be survivors.”

No one argues, though the likelihood of that being true is nearly nonexistent.

Mulan immediately starts grabbing at clothes and limp arms, shifting people around, and checking pulses. There’s really no point. There’s a gaping hole in each persons chest. None of them want to think to long on what that means. 

They’ve nearly gone through the entire village now. Snow is putting her head into the crook of her arm, either to wipe her tears or block the foul smell, no one knows. 

Mulan is already talking about their next steps, when she first hears it. Almost like a whimper. She turns, hands on her hips, ears alert.

There it is again, louder this time.

“Hey,” she says, and her footsteps quicken into a jog. “There’s someone in there.”

She begins pulling bodies from the top of the pile, catching quick glimpses of someone struggling beneath. 

“Help me!”

It’s a man. The lower half of him is still covered, but the the top of him is half drenched in blood. His hand comes up to block his eyes from the sun and his voice is shaking along with the rest of him.

“Oh my God,” Emma whispers.

He looks right into her eyes.

“Help me.”

The sun is a brilliant orange and pink, clouds dotting the sky like cotton candy. It feels like the end of Spring. Warm and breezy, the perfect in-between of too hot and too cold. 

Her fingers fidget around her bouquet, her nerves a big fumbled mess. 

“Nervous?” he mother whispers with a knowing smile. 

But she’s not. Well, not at least about marrying Killian. Tripping over her dress or stumbling over her words during their vows? Yeah, she’s pretty nervous about that.

She can hear the tinkling sound of everyones voices from around the curtain. Nearly the whole town. Everyone who loves and supports them. And at the end of the isle, the man she loves. 

Her best friend, soulmate, and True Love. 

Emma had never in her wildest dreams imagined that she’d have this. 

And yet…. Here she is.

The music starts up and her parents are kissing her cheeks and telling her it’s time. They loop their arms through hers with whispered encouragement and affection. And then they’re walking. 

Everyone stands as they come into view and Emma tries to smile at as many people as possible before he eyes look onto him.

Killian stands, tears glistening in his eyes. She lets out a quiet little laugh, tears filling up her own eyes now. 

Before she knows it, they’re there, and her father presses one last lingering kiss to her cheek. He puts her hand in Killian’s, and it’s a silent understanding that  passes between the men that Emma’s is now his to protect with his life. His girl. 

“Hi,” Emma whispers, smiling. 

He’s going to be her husband.

“You ready, Swan?”

His wife.


Soothing Light

 When Berkut was notified by the maids that Rinea wanted to see him, he honestly didn’t expect to see her holding a staff.

 “I…” Bafflement still forced his words down. Deep brown eyes blinked at the staff in her hands, then at the smiling lady, then back at the foreign object. “What is this, my love?”

 The staff firm and close to her beating chest, she took a deep breath. “I…” You can do this, Rinea, she convinced herself endlessly. You’re doing this for Lord Berkut, after all. “I want to… I want to try something, my lord.” Enticingly azure eyes never torn from his shocked gaze, the noble only held back a squeak that tickled her suddenly dry throat.

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why is winter so hard, so shallow, so freezing?
why are my fingertips freezing, why are my limbs blue?
why can’t I defrost?
my tears freeze, the frost bites me, where is the sun when you beg for her? where is the rest when you crave it?

why is the desert so warm, so barren, so dry?
why doesn’t life grow here, why are the nights so cold?
why do I hate the sun, then pray for her to come?
why does she never come when I ask?
why don’t sunny days last?

why is time a figment, a creation, but a reality?
why does it only go, not like a remote, why can’t you pause, fast forward and rewind?
why can’t I get the warm nights back,
the breezy days, time, my friend.
why does time abandon me when I need him most?
why is he so fleeting?
why am I stuck in between the shadows of hell?

nothing makes sense, not even sense itself.

Flying Without Wings

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Lily Wilson (5 yrs old)

Warning: Cute fluffness.

Prompts: “You’re going to get us into trouble.” - “Don’t tell your mom and you can have ice cream for dinner.”
This was for @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked, I totally agree the world needs more Sam love!

“Higher daddy!” Lily shouts as her father Sam pushes her on the swing set, the weather was warm and breezy, perfect for some park play time. Lily giggles loudly as she soars higher.

“Hold tight.” Sam warns her. “Your mom will have my behind if you get hurt again.” Sam chuckles.

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"This is a Joke, Right?"

Requested: “Okay so I have the worst toothache in the world right now. It’s a cavity and it hurts sooo bad but I’m absolutely terrified of the dentist. Could you write something about Shawn trying to get me to the dentist etc etc etc? xx”

“I’m not going, I can go another day!” You said with a smile, hiding your nervousness about going to the dentist. You hated having so much pain in your mouth from cavities, but you hated the dentist even more. Having tools in your mouth wasn’t exactly something you looked forward to.

"You have to go baby, otherwise you’ll be in pain.” Shawn, your lovely boyfriend continued to nag you about going. He knew you hated the dentist, but he also knew how badly your toothache hurt.

“I can live through the pain, I’ll be fine, I promise.” You walk across the room, away from Shawn hoping he’ll just listen to what you’re saying.

“Okay.. Fine. Then.. How about we go get some ice cream or something? Maybe it will dull the pain.” Shawn walks towards you and puts his hand out.

“Yeah maybe, or the sugar from the ice cream could make it worse.” You grabbed his hand and laughed.

“Okay then, you don’t have to have any, but I want ice cream!” Shawn pulled on your arm like a little kid and you couldn’t say no.


You didn’t get your own cup, but you had some tiny bites of Shawn’s colorful cotton candy ice cream bowl. The seats outside you’d usually sit in were soaking wet from the rain, and so instead you decided to sit in the car. Ice cream was supposed to be eaten on sunny days right? Or summer nights, when it’s a little cool out but the wind is warm. But today it was breezy and there had been several times when the raindrops fell directly into your eye, making you blink hard and ruining your makeup. You didn’t care either way at this point though, because you were with Shawn. After finishing the rest of Shawn’s ice cream and tossing the bowl in the back, you turned up the radio. You held onto Shawn’s hand as he drove and sang to whatever song came on, looking out your window and counting the rain drops.

“Why are you going this way?” You asked, because you didn’t recognize the roads Shawn was taking.

“What are you talking about? We always go this way!” Shawn said simply. You ignored it, thinking maybe he was right and you were just tired. But after ten minutes of back roads and graffitied stop signs, you knew exactly what Shawn was doing when he pulled up to the dentists office.

“What the hell? This is a joke right?“ You were furious, but laughing at the same time. You had learned a while ago to laugh at your own pain until you actually got over it. Although you weren’t in tons of physical pain right now, you weren’t sure if you should be really angry with Shawn, or if you should feel thankful for him trying to help you. You knew you needed to see the dentist, you just really didn’t want to.

“I looked it up before we left, and they take walk ins! Cool right? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand the entire time.” He gave you a small smile, and you flicked him hard on the forehead.

“Hey, that hurt!” Shawn said with his eyebrows furrowed, but you just laughed.

Soon enough you were sitting in the tan leather chair, holding your arms because apparently cold temperature killed germs. No wonder doctors offices were always so cold. Shawn kept his word, and he held your hand the entire time, even before the procedure started. It wasn’t a huge deal, just a cleaning and examination of your cavity. You almost choked on your saliva several times, but Shawn, trying not to laugh, just squeezed your hand two times. A sign meaning that everything will be okay. You and him had done this before, during other events that made you or him nervous. You remember squeezing his fingers twice, tightly, right before a certain performance he did, and although it didn’t change the fact that his palms were sweaty, you could feel all the nerves in his muscles calm down, and that calmed yours too.

It wasn’t long before you were able to breathe properly again without having some kind of tool under your tongue. Shawn scheduled your next appointment for a cavity filling, and you looked at yourself in the camera of your phone, wondering if the cleaning really made a difference in your smile.

“Beautiful.” Shawn said softly as he caught you checking yourself out. You just laughed, and rolled your eyes. Once the two of you were finally back in the car, you felt safe. Away from the cold air in the waiting room, and away from the disgusting taste of whatever the hell it is they use to clean your teeth.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” Shawn’s hand moved to your leg and he started drawing circles on your knee.

“Only because you were there.” You said tilting your head, giving him a smile.

“Yeah well, next time try not to break all my fingers.” Shawn said and laughed, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before starting the car.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do RFA+V+Saeran where MC is a bit of a flower child. She's always making them flower crowns and flower necklaces.

I wasn’t sure what you meant by “flower child”, but I tried my best. I hope I interpreted this correctly!


  • He thinks it’s adorable. 
  • He falls asleep during a picnic and wakes up to a string of flowers on his head. 
  • Asks you to teach him so that he can make one for you, too. 
  • By the end of the day, you’re both wearing about ten of the things on your heads and around your necks. 
  • You’re laughing at how silly he looks, and he’s giggling because he thinks you look like a bunny with your braids all loose from the breeze and activity. 
  • Definitely thinks you should do this sort of thing more often. 
  • You watch the sunset over the Han River, skin still warm from spending the day under the sun. 


  • Tries to make flower crowns with you, but it’s just not working out. She keeps trying to make them more “secure” and in effect keeps breaking that stems.
  • Who knew Jaehee could be bad at anything?
  • Still, it was adorable to watch her working so hard. 
  • She watches you instead, amazed at your dexterity, the well practiced movements of your fingers. 
  • She isn’t normally an outdoorsy person, but she makes an exception for you. 
  • Daisies are her favorites. 


  • He likes being outside on cool days like this. 
  • Breezy, warm afternoons on the outskirts of Seoul - it reminded him of his secret hideaway. This field wasn’t as scenic, but it was certainly improved by your presence. 
  • Asks you to make matching crowns, because you’re a princess and he’s your prince. 
  • Does not like to stay in the sun for too long, though (his precious skin!) 
  • Picks the flowers for you. 
  • He insists on purple because he thinks it goes well with this his leather jacket (not to mention the fact that they contrast with your hair beautifully). 


  • Surprisingly, doesn’t mind being outdoors. However, his idea of leisurely day out in nature is one of taking a walking a walk in a vineyard.
  • He notices that you’re missing all of a sudden. 
  • “MC? Where are you?”
  • “Jumin! Come here! I made you something!”
  • You place a flower crown on his head and stick daisies on his cufflinks. 
  • He’s a bit confused at first, but now he wants to make you a flower necklace.
  • “This is actually rather therapeutic, MC. Do you think Elizabeth the 3rd would like one?”  
  • Even if it’s a bit rough and wonky, he thinks it suits you better than any string of pearls or diamond necklace - mostly because he made it himself. 


  • After watching you weave wildflowers together for a few minutes in silence, he suddenly gets an idea. 
  • “Seven? Where are you?”
  • You find him on the other side of the park, where the flowers are more abundant. 
  • He’s trying to beat the record for “longest flower chain ever”. Soon enough, you’re both trying to beat the record. 
  • You end up with an absurdly long string of flowers that you haven’t a clue what to do with.
  • “We could totally play jump-rope with this.” “No, Seven. It’ll break.”
  • You two end up giving it to a group of little kids. 
  • They begin to play jump-rope with it, and you’re amazed that when it doesn’t break after the first two swings. 
  • Seven raises a brow at you. 
  • “Alright, alright! Next time -_-” 


  • Like Jaehee, he’s not really the outdoorsy type. But you love taking walks and going to the park so much that he can’t bring himself to stop you. 
  • He sees you making flower crowns, but he’s no good at delicate tasks like this.
  • It’s a bright day, but not hot. Everything is bathed in gold. 
  • You decide to make him a flower choker. Saeran can’t help but laugh when you tell him this. A flower choker? Now that’s an idea!
  • He’s quiet for a long time, but you know he’s lying on the picnic blanket behind you. 
  • You pick up your phone to take a picture of your handiwork, but catch your reflection on the phone screen.
  • Turns out he’s been sticking flowers in your hair this whole time. He thinks you look like a fairy. 
  • “You have to put on your flower choker now.”
  • “No.”
  • You manage to get him to wear it, but he’s pouting while you put it on. “There we go! Bright flowers to go with your bright personality!” 
  • Saeran rolls his eyes. 


  • You tell him what you’re doing, and of course he’s better at this than you are. 
  • Your flower necklaces look plain next to his.
  • What the fuck. 
  • His look like they could be used in a photoshoot. Flower crown? Flower tiara more like! 
  • “Is that for me?”
  • “Who else would it be for?” 
  • “How can you be so skilled at this so quickly?” 
  • He laughs when you complain. You sigh. “I suppose this is what I get from dating an artist.” 
  • He likes resting his head on your lap as you make them.
  • You wrap flower chains around his glasses. “I love it.” He says. “You could be a designer, MC. I feel very avant-garde.”
SVT - Click a Prince: Jun

Originally posted by changkyu-n

Series: Click a Prince (intro)

Member/s: OT13 - Jun x Reader 

Words: 1155 

The warmth of the sun seeping through the folds of the curtain seemed like a great reason to stay inside, tucked under the covers. It didn’t even matter that it was probably already late in the afternoon.

It didn’t matter - as long as you got to avoid picking your future husband.

But your body was starting to say otherwise. After so many days of staying in bed, your legs were begging for a walk, or maybe a dance.

With a groan you stood up and dressed yourself in a simple white and gold tunic dress. Quietly you sneaked out the door and headed down to the ballroom, hoping you’d be able to dance around until your feet cared no more. Or maybe you’d scream into the void, as if your life depended on it and let out all your feelings.

You made it to the doors before you heard any noise. As fast you could, you opened the door wide enough for you to pass through then closed them silently behind you. You pressed an ear to the door, listening as the footsteps faded away.

“I take it you are avoid us?” A flirty voice called your attention making you stiffen.

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if i were a month: july
if i were a day: friday

if i were a planet: venus, the moon (fuck you) 

if i were a god or goddess: aphrodite

if i were a sea animal: coral, angelfish

if i were a piece of furniture: a chandelier

if i were a gemstone: ruby 

if i were a flower: a red rose, hibiscus, orchid
if i were a weather: a warm sunny breezy day 

if i were a color: dark deep reds, blood

if i were an emotion: joy

if i were a fruit: pomegranate, cherry

if i were a sound: waves crashing, the cheerful laughter of someone i love

if i were an element: fire

if i were a place: south of france 
if i were a taste: sweet mandarins gushing into your mouth 

if i were a scent: new zealand air

if i were a song: The Middle of The World, Claire De Lune 
if i were a body part: lips 

if i were a pair of shoes: red heels 

Love is a Dog from Hell

Sirius Black x Reader

Song(s): “Love is a Dog from Hell” by The Limousines; “Imperfect” by Stone Sour

Warnings: smoking by both Sirius and Reader; mild language

Requested: nope

A/N: This is my first story in my new xReader series (to be named later!). Each fic that I do incorporates one or more song lyrics, themes, concepts, and such; I recommend listening to the chosen song(s) or read the lyrics :) the song lyrics used are marked in bold throughout the story.

Sirius Black–his trouble-making attitude, rebellious nature, and heart-breaking appearance. The man I love is a dog from hell.

I awoke to the bright morning sun beaming through my dorm window. I was surprised to see that it was already morning–I felt like I had been awake almost all night. All I could think about was him and spending my whole day with him; well, him and our other friends, of course. It was Saturday, and with as beautiful weather as we had, my two groups of close friends decided to all hang out at Hogsmeade for the day. It was our sixth year at Hogwarts and while the four boys considered me a fifth Marauder (without the animagi ability, but protecting their secret) I spent some other time with Lily, Marlene, and Rosalyn. I grew close to both groups of friends–sharing secrets with Lily’s group and getting into trouble with the Marauders. I love them both dearly and felt love and comfort from all of them.

Truth be told, though, I was in love with a specific friend–Sirius Black. He had been my closest friend (perhaps besides Lily) out of everyone since we first met our first year at school. I had quickly developed a schoolgirl crush that I wanted to get over, but it just got worse as the years went on. What was once an innocent desire to hold his hand was now an ache in my chest just at the thought of him. At times, I could feel like I tear myself apart because I want him there with me so badly. The once sweet crush was now overwhelming and possibly ruining me from the inside; as much as I hate it, I was addicted to the rush I got when he smiled or laughed at something I said. He was intoxicating and I want nothing more than anything to tell him. Unfortunately, I was one of many girls to develop a crush on him and one of the many that were too slow to tell him. My friend, Rosalyn, started having feelings for Sirius in our fifth year, and with the courage that I lacked, she pursued him. Now, they’ll be celebrating their one-year anniversary in a few weeks.

So, it’s been hard–seeing the person you love whole-heartedly find happiness and contentment with someone else. I mean, that’s what I assume, anyways; I couldn’t stand to hear about their relationship for long, so Rosalyn and I aren’t as close anymore. I feel pathetic, really–being hopelessly in love with my friend’s boyfriend. However, I’m determined to not let my feelings get in the way and still remain close friends with Sirius. I hide my feelings very well, despite the fact that I feel nervous when I’m around him.

Once I had gotten ready, I made my way to the Great Hall, expecting to see both groups of friends together. Inside, I immediately saw Sirius, James, Remus and Peter at the end of the Gryffindor table, Rosalyn, Lily, and Marlene across from them. I made my way over, sitting across from Peter.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead,” James said with a smile. “Nice of you to join us.”

I rolled my eyes. “Your sarcasm is not appreciated this early in the morning,” I said jokingly. I started talking to Lily and Marlene while Rosalyn was in deep conversation with Sirius and the other boys were bickering about something. Every so often, I would glance at Sirius, hoping to catch his eye. I never did, though, today or any day. Despite that, I was really looking forward to today–being able to hang out with Sirius on our own. Sirius and I occasionally take a secret smoke break in the Astronomy Tower during the school day. We both developed the habit the summer before fifth year. I cherished those times, as they were the only ones I could share with Sirius alone. No one likes us smoking, especially Rosalyn, so it gave us an excuse to hang out together today, away from anyone else.

After we all finished breakfast, we made our way to Hogsmeade. The rest of the students went their separate ways, letting the eight of us stroll in the warm but now overcast and breezy late morning. Marlene commented about it going to rain while James placed his arm around Lily shoulders; it was cute seeing them together after James flirting with her for years. I walked with Peter behind Sirius and Rosalyn, who weren’t speaking or holding hands. I felt the awkward tension between them, even from back here. I made a mental note to talk to Sirius about it later.

Once in town, we all split up–Rosalyn, Lily, and Marlene went to Honeydukes while James, Peter, and Remus made their way to Zonko’s, leaving Sirius and I alone for a smoke break. We walked down the street towards the start of an alley besides one of the stores. We took out separate clove cigarettes, cupped them against the wind, and took drags. With the smoke in my lungs and the taste of clove on my tongue, I felt my nerves calm. We leaned against the wall beside each other, our arms barely touching.

“We should really quit,” I mentioned as we both took another drag.

“Agreed,” he said before blowing out his smoke. “It’s fun being bad, though.” He grinned.

“Definitely.” I smiled at him.

“So how’s life been, (Y/N)?”

“Wow, so generic.” I smirked. “Okay. You?”

“Just fine, now that I’m here with you.” I rolled my eyes, but felt my heart flutter. “What’s with the eye roll?”

“Sure,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “You better be careful, though–I could be trouble, especially since I’m not your girlfriend.”

“But I live for trouble.” He smiled, making me blush.

“Speaking of, what’s been going on with you two?”

He sighed, the smile fading from his lips. “I made the mistake of saying how much I was looking forward to a smoke break with you today and she got on my case. She’s been pressing me to quit for awhile now–that’s why I haven’t been to a few of our normal breaks with you. I told her that she may be my girlfriend, but she doesn’t get to control me and couldn’t stop me from smoking anymore. She shut up after that.”

“Sounds tough; I’m sorry. But you’re right; she can’t control you–what you do is your choice.”

“Thank you,” he said with a hand gesture towards me and a sigh. “If only she’d hear that.”

I nodded, flicking my finished cigarette to the ground. “Well, what should we do?” I asked as I turned to him.

We can do anything you want to,” he said, smiling, as he stomped on his finished cigarette. Just then, thunder boomed across the sky and rain began to fall. We pressed ourselves against the wall, laughing, and attempted to stay dry under the building’s awning.

“Should we go somewhere dry?” I suggested over the rainfall.

“Nah,” he said with a smile. “I like being out here with you.” Despite the chilly rain, I felt my face get hot as I looked into Sirius’ eyes.

“I like being here with you, too”, I said, almost breathlessly. The rain continued to fall around us, and I felt myself become weak as I saw Sirius gaze at my lips. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to place my lips on his–something that I had dreamed about countless times before. But, as he began to lean in, his hand on the back of my neck, I placed my hands on his chest to stop him. He pulled back, looking me in the eyes. “Sirius, I–” I swallowed, gripping the front of his jacket. “As much as I truly want to kiss you right now, we shouldn’t. You’re still with Rosalyn, even if you guys are fighting.”

“I know.” He frowned.

“Sirius, I really do like you, more than you probably know. But until you’re single and not with Rosalyn, we are off limits.”

He nodded, dropping his hands to his sides. “We should probably find everyone.” I nodded before we rushed through the rain to the Three Broomsticks. Inside, we spotted everyone towards the back with warm mugs of hot chocolate in front of everyone. I sat beside Lily and Marlene while Sirius took his place beside Rosalyn. It pained me to leave things off on a bad note with him; it was hard for us to talk or make eye contact the rest of the day. Lily caught on quickly, seeking answers once we were alone back at Hogwarts. I told her what happened, reassuring her that we didn’t kiss. The more we talked about it, the sadder I became, wanting to be alone. Sensing my sadness, Lily said that if I needed her, she’d always be around and let me go to my dorm alone.

Once inside and all alone, I changed into new, warm pajamas and sat on my bed, my knees to my chest and arms around my legs. I looked through the window into the rainy night. I couldn’t help but find tears forming in my eyes as I silently ran over what happened that day. In that moment, I felt selfish and wanted Sirius to be with me instead. It took all of my self-control to stop him earlier. I put aside my years-long desire to show my love for him; I made myself suffer to preserve what was left of my friend’s happiness. Even though Rosalyn knew how much I liked Sirius all those years, she went behind my back and got with him. I felt betrayed, as I had confided in her for years about my feelings, but I convinced myself her happiness was more important and supported them instead.

I groaned quietly, closing my eyes and lying down in my bed. Annoyed and sad over the whole situation, I decided the best thing for the both of us was to forget all that happened. Some thing are better off forgotten–buried in places that we only visit by ourselves. As much as I wanted to be with Sirius, I really wanted him to work things out with Rosalyn and forget about what happened as well; it would be easier for both of us to keep the impulsive but sweet moment we shared a forgotten secret. While I cherished the moment, I was determined to never let happen again.

The following day, I skipped breakfast and met with Lily, Marlene, and Rosalyn in the library to finish homework. I met the three of them towards the back, at our usual study spot, who had already gotten a large amount of books and placed them on the table. However, no one was working; instead, Lily and Marlene looked to be comforting Rosalyn.

“Hey,” I said quietly. They all turned around, Rosalyn’s eyes red and puffy. It was obvious she was crying. “Are you all right?”

Rosalyn looked away and shook her head. “Sirius broke up with me last night.”

My heart pounded hard in my chest. “I’m so sorry, Rosalyn,” I said in a sympathetic tone; I put my hand on her shoulder.

“I just didn’t expect this to happen. Sure, we fought yesterday, but I didn’t think it was that bad. He said that it wasn’t me, it was him–what a bullshit excuse.”

I awkwardly kept my hand on her shoulder. I did feel sorry for her, but not enough to suppress my sudden excitement. I wanted to talk to Sirius–see what his real reason was for leaving, even though I think I already knew. Rosalyn took a deep breath and straightened herself up, deciding that focusing on schoolwork would be the best distraction. I barely made it through the afternoon before I eagerly made my way to find Sirius. He wasn’t in the Gryffindor common room, nor his dorm. Assuming I knew where he’ be next, I made my way to the Astronomy Tower. To my luck, I saw him leaning on one railing, a cigarette in his hand.

“Sirius?” I walked towards him. He turned towards me, his face and eyes lighting up.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said as I leaned against the raining beside him. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I figured this was where you were. How are you?”

“I’m all right. You?”

“I’m fine.” I smiled. “So, I heard about what happened with Rosalyn.”

“Ah,” he sighed. “While my feelings for you did determine my decision, I saw that I enjoyed her more as a friend, not a partner. She was really torn up about it.”

I nodded. “But life goes on. I’m sure she’ll see that it was a good decision and move on.”

“I hope so.” We both went silent as we looked out onto the school grounds. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest as I thought about when the right time would be to ask him about us. He did just admit he had feelings for me, so there was no real reason for the growing anxiety in my stomach, right? Or was it guilt? I thought about how Rosalyn would react if she knew I went after Sirius right after their break up. I grimaced, knowing it probably wasn’t the best thing to do if I wanted to keep her as a friend. I bit my lip as I glanced over at Sirius, who had his back to the scenery as he looked at me. He smirked slightly as he glanced at the ground before looking back into my eyes.

“What?” I smiled at him.

“I feel like another piece of me falls into place each time you smile at me,” he said. I was taken aback, almost not believing this was reality. This was how I felt, too.

“I’ve felt that way about you for years, Sirius.”

“I have, too. I can’t believe it’s taken this long to get together.” He moved toward me, his arms slipped around my waist as I moved my arms around his neck. “You’re all I think about. You’re all I’ve ever thought about, (Y/N).”

“You’re all I think about, too” I said. He smiled widely, making my heart melt. I quickly pressed my lip against his, unable to wait any longer. The kiss was warm, almost electric, and all that I had dreamed about. Every part of my ached for him, my hands moving to his neck and tangling my fingers in his hair. We barely broke for air, too eager to taste each other once more. One of his hands moved to my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. He pushed my back against the wall and pressed himself against me. I quickly became hooked to the sensation of his lips on mine, the way he tasted like cloves and morning coffee; I was thoroughly addicted to Sirius Black.

We decided to keep our new relationship a secret to everyone, but everyone besides Rosalyn caught on fairly quickly. They all saw us together and told us how perfect we really were. Once we told Rosalyn a few months later, she was disappointed, but moved on quickly. She, too, said we made a good couple and was able to become friends with Sirius one more. Finally, after so long, I was able to call Sirius’ embrace my home.

Ah, my first official fic in my xReader song series (feel free to recommend some names!). I hope you enjoyed it! I don’t think it’s my best, but I have many other songs I want to incorporate into stories–I’m looking forward to my next one. Until then, feel free to request one; I’d be more than happy to write short ones for anyone! :) 

Virgo - Warm and Breezy End of the Summer

Virgo is the second multiple sign of the zodiac, transitioning us from summer into fall. During this time, the weather changes from scolding hot to warm and breezy, giving us a chance to take a breath and enjoy nature. It is no coincidence that it kicks off the school year. Mercury rules Virgo, therefore they love learning and tend to excel in academic environments. This sign understands that life is about everyday responsibility, such as school or showing up for work.  They actually enjoy daily chores that others hate, as it makes Virgo feel accomplished and good about themselves. Their element is earth, which deeply connects them to nature as well as their immediate environment. During the time of Virgo, nature is open, green, and alive, before the fall begins to wither away plants and change colors. This is a time of year that many choose to spend outdoor, as the weather is perfect for physical activities. Virgo’s are often fond of exercise outside, such as jogging or swimming. Like their time of year, Virgo has a breezy and warm disposition, sharing their love with all of humanity.

mm headcanons - painting your bedrooms

//i just painted my own bedroom white and i couldn’t stop thinking about this?? whoops - also i use Seven’s real name and there’s swearing in his section//


  • his mom probably made him help when they were ever painting a room in their house.
  • he knows what to do but isn’t really that good at lining the molding or spreading the paint evenly so he just leaves that to you
  • he’s the dj
  • he puts slathers a bunch of paint on and then you smooth it out w a roller
  • he goes to cut the top of the wall but isn’t tall enough on his own so he uses a lil step stool
  • afterwards, even though he didn’t do too much, he’s got paint literally EVERYWHERE. it’s on his t-shirt (yoosung looks really good in that t shirt too btw), his shorts, his hair, and even his socks but?? he wasn’t wearing any socks??
  • “MC i think im getting the hang of this!!”
  • “sorry to burst your bubble, but i can see patches of beige (let’s say you’re painting a beige room green??”
  • “heh… well… that’s why you’re here i guess”
  • “and not because we live together?? and you’re my boyfriend??” jfc yoosung

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This dashing fellow from New York, John Splithoff, is more than welcome to serenade me all day long. I’m sure you’ll feel the same way too once you listen to the singer songwriter’s new retro soulful jam, Sing To You. It’s a breezy warm delight. John’s voice glides effortlessly through his glowing lush romancer, channeling some Leon Bridges and Mayer Hawthorne in its wake. Sing To You is available now from iTunes.

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the road to new york

Not a day for a hard workout nor a recovery run, went out for a hardy 13 miler over hills in the park on a breezy warm sunny Wednesday afternoon.  This kind of a run - longish, a dozen or more miles - is my favorite kind, just heading out of the house, getting into a rhythm, varying paces, going for several miles.  Doing the hard stuff - the track work, tempo run, intervals - are a must for peak performance, but a run like today’s is what makes it.