#n ig mint keeping me happy

[casualwitch]

just charmed my chapstick :)

[slytherinshua]

here i am 😈😈 okay so congrats on 100 very well deserved 🙏💞 and I'd like to request #16 from fluff, #10 from sickness (if sunoo was the sick one id actually cry but no pressure) , and #17 from action for sunoo pls and thank u and ily and take ur time writing no pressure lmao 🤭🤭

In Sickness & In Health

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. sickfic ig. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: sunoo has a cold. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: sunoo x reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 614. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: diaaaa ty for requesting omg this was so cute i loved writing it!!

Your boyfriend was sick, and your boss was giving you overtime for the 4th time this week. It was completely unfair and you wanted to punch someone in the face for your luck. But that would be a bit uncalled for, and you were sure Sunoo would laugh at it.

After a little persuading (arguing) with your boss, he let you have the weekend on account of a “sick relative.” Sure, you didn’t specify how sick your “relative” was, or the fact that he was actually your boyfriend, but your boss didn’t need to know.

Once 5 o’clock rolled around, you rushed back to your apartment. You picked up some painkillers and other medication from the drug store, as well as some mint chocolate ice cream before you walked through the door.

Apparently, you weren’t as quiet as you thought, because when you finally opened the bedroom door, Sunoo was already sitting up groggily. It was very clear that he had just woken up from his adorably messed up hair, disrupted sheets, and a Sunoo head-shaped dent in the pillow.

“Oh no- Did I wake you up?!” You asked quickly, and he just giggled and nodded, suppressing a cough that tried to surface. “I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“It’s okay.” He yawned, “Can you give me a hug? I haven’t seen you all day, and I missed you.” He pouted, giving you puppy-dog eyes as if he needed that to convince you. You would give him a hug regardless.

“Hold on- I have to navigate through the ocean of tissues before I can hug you.” You said, grabbing the trash can and throwing the tissues in their proper place as you made your way to Sunoo.

“Sorry about that- I wasn’t really thinking about where I was throwing them.” He explained and you laughed.

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, baby. As long as you work on getting better, that’s all that matters.” You said gently, finally reaching him and wrapping your arms around him. He sniffed, hugging you as tightly as possible.

“Do you still have a headache?” You asked, referencing the text he had sent with updates on his condition. 

He shook his head, “Sleeping made it go away. I’m just a bit sniffly still… As you could probably tell from the tissues.” He laughed, and you were glad he was still keeping his spirit up despite falling sick two days ago.

“Tired?” You asked.

“Yeah… You kinda just barged in here.”

You cringed, “Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep.”

“Can you stay with me? I really missed you.” He asked hesitantly, clinging onto the sleeve of your shirt as if you would leave and then he’d never be able to get you back.

“Of course, anything you want.” You let him pull you down next to him on the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he snuggled closer and got comfy. You smiled, pressing soft kisses all around his face to make up for the fact that he wouldn’t let you kiss his lips.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” He whispered, already half-asleep.

“Nope… I’m all yours for the weekend.” You said satisfactorily, happy that you were able to spend time with him uninterrupted for two more days.

“Really?” His voice was quiet as he fought to stay awake. You hummed, stroking his hair and making the battle against sleep all the harder for him. He eventually lost and you heard his breathing soften and his body relax as he drifted off to his dreamland.

You kissed his cheek, whispering a, “Get better soon, baby…” You fell asleep yourself, your arms still wrapped safely around him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddenoudepression

[ichorai]

mr. sad piano man ; m.yg

pairing ; min yoongi x reader

summary ; yoongi tries to teach you how to play piano because he loves you.

words ; 1.4k

warnings / includes ; no warnings, just fluffy yoongle for you !! includes yoongi being a softie™, and some making out oomf

a/n ; might mess around and make a part two to this later !! also i tried writing this in a more victorian-esque ?? style ?? ig that’s just bcs i’ve been reading the game of thrones books lol

Yoongi felt your eyes on him the moment you walked into the large music room. He could practically see your fond smile tilting your lips upwards, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned against the door frame. The man didn’t bother turning around despite his own small grin blossoming across his face. 

The polished ivory keys were cold under his spindly fingers; it’d been a while since he last played. A soft, sorrowful melody was what he decided to start off with, hands gently plucking away at the tiles. The notes echoed across the vast room, conjuring a thick, dramatic atmosphere.

Immersed in his music, Yoongi had barely noticed when you crossed the short distance to stand by his side, simply watching him with fascination.

Suddenly, he was all too aware of your presence. The lulling melody came to an abrupt halt as his fingers stilled mid-note. The jarring echoes of the ghost of his piano followed after.

“Did you need something?” He didn’t sound angry. No, Yoongi could never be angry at you. It was a sincere question out of pure curiosity. 

Your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked at him in confusion, “Why must you always choose to play sad songs? Do you not know any happy ones?”

Yoongi had to shuffle to make room for you as you swung your leg over the cushioned bench, landing a quick peck to his cheek that had him blushing scarlet. 

“Music is an emotional outlet for me. The piano never asks any questions; it just allows you to whittle your sadness away until you feel better.”

The look on your face told him that that probably wasn’t the best answer to give. “That doesn’t sound very healthy, Yoongi.”

After a hesitant pause, the onyx-haired man patted your knee in what was supposed to be consolation.

“Next time, I promise I’ll come straight to you.” He said somewhat reassuringly, lifting his other hand to stroke against your cheek. In a much smaller, unsure tone, he spoke up again. “I love you, Y/N.”

He carefully studied the way your eyes danced with pleasant surprise, before crinkling in the corners with a jubilant smile. It’d been the first time either of you had ever said the dreaded L-word around each other. Perhaps he was just scared, but deep down Yoongi had always known that he was in love with you.

Once many moons ago, Taehyung had asked him what it was like being in love, and Yoongi did nothing but raise an eyebrow at his starry-eyed friend in disbelief. Never had it crossed his mind that he was right. 

“I love you too, Yoongi.” You whispered into the distance between the two of you. 

You’d only been together for a few months, and Yoongi was still quite shy when it came to affection; be it physical or emotional. So it was safe to say that you were very much shocked when Yoongi tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and tipping you over slightly to slant his lips against yours sweetly.

When the two of you pulled away, you were breathless and flushed, clothes askew and hair thoroughly mussed. “Teach me how to play.” You said, threading your fingers through his fine strands of dark hair. “I want to know how the man I love carved away his fears with a piano to kiss me like that.”

A short chuckle left Yoongi, before he awkwardly trailed off to realize that you were being completely serious.

“It’d be my pleasure, my love.”

The next few hours following were filled with your severely off-key melodies and gentle grumbling, Yoongi’s sweet smiles, and both of your conjoined laughter. Eventually, you had gotten so frustrated that you were just about to call it quits before Yoongi pulled you closer, bringing your fingers to lay delicately on top of his as he played another simple tune.

“Close your eyes.” He mumbled, pink glazing over his face when you squeezed your eyelids closed without hesitation. “You’re hearing, but you’re not listening.”

Although you were a little put off playing any more, you could never say no to Yoongi.

The room was gradually growing darker as the sun drifted past the horizon, the sky a palette of diaphanous lavenders and wispy roses and vivid carmines. Long shadows stretched over the pristine floors, the two of your dark silhouettes propped up against each other. 

“I think you’ve practiced enough today,” Yoongi said in an amused tone as you stretched in a feline-like manner, hiding a yawn. Timidly, he glanced at you while twiddling with his finger nails. “Do you think it was worth it?”

“Oh, Yoongi.” You rose from the piano bench and ducked down to lovingly flatten your lips against the side of his head. “Anything would be worth it if I was with you.”

Said man rolled his eyes off to one side, albeit not without clearing his throat embarrassingly, “Don’t be cheesy.” Pushing himself to his feet, he shot you a grateful smile when you laced your fingers together. 

“Says you, Mr. Sad Piano Man.” 

“That’s not cheesy, that’s just cliché.”

A hint of a frown crossed your face. “Oh, whatever.” It immediately disappeared when Yoongi unthreaded his fingers from yours to cradle your chin lightly, as if you were fragile. He hesitated just a millisecond longer before swooping downwards to embrace your lips with his.

Yoongi was enraptured by you; your scent, your beauty, your tantalizing smile. It was all too good to be true. “Do you really love me back?” He whispered into you.

You blinked at him with large, glistening eyes. “Why don’t I show you?”

The breath caught in his throat as you tugged at the collar of his button-down, pulling him out the music room. You tried your best to keep up the ‘sexy’ facade, but your mouth broke out into an uncontrollable smile and smothered laughs slipped through. 

“I hope I’m not ruining the mood.” You bent over slightly, clutching your stomach to stave away your laughter, but somehow still managing to push him into your bedroom.

“Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.” Yoongi said, mirroring your jubilant expression. “You’re most beautiful when you’re smiling.” 

Playfully shoving at his shoulder whilst the two of you clambered onto the bed, you exclaimed breathily, “Look who’s being cheesy, now!”

Yoongi hummed as he kissed you, smiling all the while. Your hair fanned out on the feather pillows, limbs tangling with his. You smelled of sweet mint tea and those glazed fruit tarts you always bought from the bakery. The smell grew to be so intoxicating to him that whenever you were out with your friends or at the farmers' market, he'd stay in bed and smother himself in your pillow that wafted with your lingering scent. He hoped that wasn't weird. Was that weird? 

With his thoughts running amuck, he hadn't realized he’d spoken the next words out loud. “One day I’m going to marry you.” He blurted out suddenly, lips a pretty shade of rouge and slightly swollen from your little make out session.

Oh, shit. Had I just said that aloud? Why weren’t you saying anything? Were those… tears in your eyes?

"Okay,” You sighed out over-exaggeratedly after a long, drawn out pause. “If you must.”

It took him a while to realize that you were merely jestering, heart this close to leaping out of his ribcage to make a run for it. At his nearly mortified expression, you huffed out a laugh and brought him down for another kiss.

Almost too excitedly, you shot upwards with glee written in your eyes (knocking Yoongi’s nose with your forehead in the process). While he was rubbing his sore nose quite gingerly, you just about shrieked out as if his previous words had just hit you. Did Yoongi really just say that he wanted to marry you? The man had only confessed his love to you a few hours prior.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t like you were going to say no. Of course not. You could never say no to Yoongi.

“Does that make me Mrs. Sad Piano Man?!” With that, you leapt off the bed, rushing out of your shared room to do God knows what (most likely run off to tell the rest of your friends the news), leaving Yoongi propped up on the sinking mattress, not trying very hard to suppress the lovesick smile on his lips.

How’d he ever end up falling in love with the likes of you of all people?

[setterspirit]

they are people just like us

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note: dim: unknown pov black: suna pov white: y/n pov.

fast facts;

fact #1; suna fans are split on opinions of suna’s “love life.” one side are those kinds of fans that want him to be with his ex or them, while others are fine with how he lives his life so long as he’s happy. suna doesn’t usually pay attention to fans, but this time he’s keeping a close eye on them to make sure they don’t find out who the girl he was with was. he doesn’t want y/n (or eito by extension) to get caught up in a scandal or drama.

fact #2; hana (ejp fangirl) and mayuko (adlers fangirl) met y/n after the adlers vs ejp game (I HAD A SMALL PORTION WRITTEN FOR IT BUT BC TUMBLR HATES ME FOR SOME REASON, IT DELETED THAT PART) and the trio hit it off rather well. they promised not to make a gc just because they didn’t think they’d use it too much, but after this, they’ll probably use it often. if drama continues, they want to keep making sure y/n is okay. that’s true friendship. 😭 mai might also be added, but we’ll see. 👀

✨) a/n: okay IM SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MONTH AFTER THE LAST UPDATE. i swear i lost motivation to write anything for so long...and work has become a TAD overwhelming considering i’ve picked up two jobs, one full time and the other part time but both equally taxing... i swear i’ll try to get better at posting.anyways-

the drama begins. buckle in guys, because this is about to get crazy. not really but also really, idk, ig we’ll just see. anyways, sorry my update schedule will just be random now. i haven’t even written the next parts like i did for the first arc. i think i was just extremely motivated then so i wrote the first arc in like three days. but then school started again and i got busy. but now i’m on summer break so i’ll be able to write more (maybe). ANYWAYS, overall not my best chapter, but itll get better i swear-

✨) summary; l/n y/n is a single mother living with her 5 year old son in sendai. suna rintarō is a professional volleyball player, the middle blocker for the ejp raijin. the msby black jackals vs the schweiden adlers is a game between two of japan’s v league division 1 teams that bring together many old rivals. y/n is dragged to the game by her cousin, tsukishima kei, claiming she needed to get out and do more than just work and take care of her child. reluctantly, she goes along with the usually salty blond — leaving her 5 year old with a babysitter — to watch the game between two of tsukishima’s ex-teammates. suna makes the executive decision that he will be going to the game to support his former teammate and setter, miya atsumu, with komori asking if he could accompany the middle blocker so he could support his cousin, suna readily agrees and they also invite washio to go with them, knowing he’d want to see bokuto as well. a chance encounter at the game of old reunions brings together two old friends and feelings start to re-emerge. follow y/n and suna as they get to know each other again, fend off any unwanted attention, and work through parenthood in “talk about surprises!”

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[harrystylesleftkneecap]

Mint and chapstick

Warnings : Slight smut, spanking, poly (sorta) cussing, nudity.

(JJ maybank x reader x John b)

A/N: Uh so this is something I’ve literally been looking for but couldn’t find it anywhere so I just wrote it myself. It’s bad, it’s kinda nasty, and there are mistakes everywhere. I have another imagine written that’s more soft JJ and includes slight (breastfeeding sorta kinda). So let me know if you want to see it. But just enjoy ig lmao. GIF isn’t mine but the writing and ideas are.

“Come here...now y/n” JJ spoke, patting his knees.

You stared at him in disbelief, he wouldn’t. Not here. Not now.

“JJ i-“ you started, but jj quickly cut you off.

“That’s not my name” he corrected, a smirk forming across his face.

You glanced at John B who was sitting across from JJ. He looked fine, not confused one bit.

“He knows you’ve been a bad girl y/n, you haven’t been behaving and this may be the only way to get you to.” JJ said. He was enjoying this way too much.

Shakily letting out a breath, you looked down at your feet that slowly began making their way towards JJ.

“How many John b, 10,20?” He asked his friend.

John b finally spoke up, “20 sounds good to me.”

You gasped slightly and turned towards your friend, your body burning in embarrassment.

“What is 20 not enough for you?” John b started “you have been kinda bratty lately.” He finished with a smirk.

“N-no, 20 is fine.” You breathed, turning back to your boyfriend.

Arousal began pooling between your legs. This was so wrong, wasn’t it? John b shouldn’t be involved in you and JJ’s sex life. But for some reason, you began getting excited for the events to come.

“Come on, be a good girl for daddy.” JJ spoke, patting his legs once more.

You sat on his lap, not facing either of the boys. You intended to keep it that way, until JJs rough hands gripped your chin and pulled you to face him.

“Don’t be shy now baby, you’ve been talking about John B an awful lot now haven’t you?” He questioned, tracing your lips with his ring clad thumb.

He lightly shook you, “answer me pumpkin.”

“Y-yes daddy.” You mewled.

You had been thinking about this since JJ brought it up. But you didn’t think he would do it so suddenly. Maybe a casual ‘hey I think we’re gonna try this now’ would have helped calm your nerves.

“That’s right, now shirt or no shirt?” He sent a questioning glance to his friend manspreading in the chair across the room.

“Hmm, no shirt.” He responded

“Great idea, you heard him honey.” He told you, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

You slowly stood to remove your cami, facing John b as he smiled.

JJs hands found your hips as your shirt lifted, your tan skin and perky breasts finally being freed from the fabric. He rubbed small circles in your hips and turned you toward him.

His blown out pupils and messy hair didn’t help the wetness quickly pooling in your shorts.

Reluctantly, you crawled into his lap. Pressing your chest into his legs and resting your palms on the floor.

“That’s my good girl.” Jj cooed, sliding his hands into the pale pink pajama shorts you were wearing. He squeezed your ass lightly, almost reassuring you.

You had talked about this before, JJ thought it would be a nice change. You were reluctant at first, but couldn’t get the idea of someone watching you out of your head. Either way, this is just like you had talked about.

As he slid your shorts down to your ankles John B spoke again, “no underwear, I think that calls for an extra 5.”

JJ let’s out a light chuckle,” I think it does too, you know better pumpkin.” He continues by running his hands over the smooth skin of your ass, moving to the pool of arousal in between your legs.

“Why are you acting so shy? The pool in between your legs is telling me you’re enjoying this much more than you’re letting on.” He says, the smirk playing on his face has yet to dissipate.

John B let’s out a light laugh as your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“It’s okay y/n, no need to hold back because of me.” John b speaks, placing his arms behind his head simply admiring the sinful view situated before him.

JJ moves his hands from between your legs and rests them on your lower back. “You know how this goes y/n, count each of them. Afterwords you apologize, and if you do well you’ll get a kiss... from both of us.”

You turn to look at your boyfriend, surprised That he’s letting John B get in on more action than you had previously thought.

“O-okay.” You shakily let out.

“Alight pumpkin, you ready?” JJ asks.

“Yes daddy.” You reply, your words coming out stronger than before from anticipation.

You close your eyes anticipating the first blow, and when JJs hand connects with your ass you let out a quiet moan as fire burns through you.

“One.” You began.

The second blow was harder than the first, but that doesn’t mean you liked it any less.

“Two.”

The third comes down, and his force isn’t helping your arousal one bit.

You let a louder moan slip as you count the third. And JJ smirks at you.

“Sometimes I think you’re bratty just so I’ll spank you. You enjoy this too much, maybe I’ll have to find another way to punish you.”

As you reach the 20th blow, your ass is burning. and tears began to form in your eyes. The pressure building in your stomach becomes harder and harder to control. And you begin to think that you may fall apart without any other stimulation.

“John B, you wanna get the last 5?” JJ suddenly asks.

You open your eyes and look at the other boy, who nods his head and rises from his spot in the chair.

“Okay, you be a good girl for John B.” JJ says, helping you stand from your spot on his lap.

Standing completely bare in front of the two very attractive boys had you squirming, reaching to cover your breasts as John B walks over.

Before you could, he reaches and grabs your arms. “None of that now, we all know you aren’t shy.” He speaks lowering down to your eye level.

JJ sits back on the chair John B was previously in. Watching in awe as his beautiful girl lays over his best friends lap. This was all he could have ever asked for.

He helps you situate over his cargo shorts, staring at the red marks JJ had left previously.

“Jesus man, these rings gotta hurt.”

“She likes them” JJ replies, making you let out a soft laugh as your boyfriend shoots you a wink.

“You ready?” John B asks, as he brings his hands over the reddened skin.

“Yes-“ you began, turning to look at JJ asking how to adress his best friend.

“Sir, yes sir.” JJ says.

Taking a breath you speak,” yes sir, I’m ready.”

John B was playing it cool, just like JJ had told him. JJ said that you likes being controlled, and he had to act cool if it was really going to get you going.

John Bs first blow wasn’t very hard, and you didn’t expect it to be. You hadn’t thought he had ever done anything like this before.

“Y-you can go harder.” You told him, making JJ stifle a laugh.

“I told you bro, she likes it.”

John B chuckles as he lands his second blow, causing a sinful whine to fall past your lips.

“Twenty two.”

As John B lands his last one, tears have spilled over, running down your cheeks.

JJ rises and sits down on the couch beside you two, pulling you to stand in front of them.

“I think you owe us an apology now.” He says, that sinful smirk still playing on both of their faces.

Still completely bare, you took a shaky breath and wiped your tears.

“I’m sorry I was a brat, it won’t happen again.”

JJ hums, “oh yes it will, but I think that was a great apology.” He turns to John B.

“Yeah, perfect.” John B smiles.

You smile at the two boys like a child. More than Happy with the events that had just occurred.

“Cmere baby.” JJ laughs and pulls you into a sweet embrace, pulling away to kiss you softly. He sits you on his lap and he pulls away, pushing your hair behind your ears and wiping the remaining tears.

“Now I think you owe John B something.”

You turn to John b and he places his hands on your face to pull you in for a kiss.

His lips were softer than you had imagined. He didn’t taste like JJ. JJ tastes like smoke and sweet liquor. John B tastes more like mint and and, was that your chapstick?

“Have you been using my chapstick?” You asked as you pulled away.

John b let out a laugh, “maybe!” He smirked.

You all fell into a fit of giggles, and JJ threw your shirt and shorts back at you.

“Get dressed, and put on some underwear princess. You know the rules.” JJ said, falling back onto the couch.

“Damn, her ass is tore up.” John B spoke in disbelief as you pulled your cami over your head.

“Honestly it’s not the worst it’s ever been, like that one time-“ you began, but JJ quickly cut you off.

“Dont even fucking mention that, God I was so mad.” He sighed, covering his face with his hands.

You laughed and wiggled into your shorts before falling back in between the two boys.

You fell into a peaceful silence before the front door swung open and kie ran in pulling pipe behind her.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” She asked, throwing her bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing much,” John B groaned, standing from the couch and following her into the kitchen.

JJ pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “Did you enjoy that?” He whispered

You nodded.

“Wanna do it again?”

You nodded again.

“Sounds good pumpkin.” He smiled, standing to shake hands with pope.

“Y/n where’s your chapstick?” Kie suddenly asked, coming back into the living room with John b behind her.

“Oh it’s in my purse, hang on.” You told her, rising from you spot on the couch and bending over to reach for your purse on the floor.

“HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ASS.” Kie screams, running up to you to get a better look.

Dumbfounded you tried to come up with a reply.

“You and JJ need to chill out, and John B I’m surprised you let this happen under your roof!” She scoffed, causing the three boys to burst into laughter.

“I cannot believe you guys! After all I’ve done for you! And you come into my humble abode and do sinful things! Unbelievable!” John B scoffs, falling back onto the couch.

“Here’s your fucking chapstick.” You mumbled, handing Kie your cherry lip balm.

“Thanks.”

You look over to the two smirking friends on the couch, only hoping for something similar to happen again.

[cloveroctobers]

(A/n: this might be a little biased since I’m in love with this man & I’m basing the relationship parts of this on my mc/myself so hope y’all don’t mind 😬)

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LUCAS KOH —

27 (28) years old

From Oxford, England

Father is Korean & a car salesman at a Nissan dealership, he’s a strict/serious man who has high morals but beyond that he can actually be a softie in rare moments (+ that’s who Lucas gets his height from 🤤)

Mother is actually Chinese but lived in Korea studying abroad and eventually became a successful chiropractor (s/o to doctor mondragon on YouTube who I watch to help me sleep some nights and wish I could see! Lol) with her own practice. She’s a firecracker, intelligent, and quick to say what’s on her mind and doesn’t care if you like what she’s got to say. Most patients like that about her, she’s honest and her family is used to her ways but in the same way it’s more loving than offensive? (Smol woman but will remind you when she’s cracking your body she’s got enough power in her)

Either he’s a only child or he comes from a family of all boys with two younger brothers (they’re all in their 20’s) or he has one younger brother and one younger sister idk you decide

I’m feeling like he’s a Sagittarius? Carefree in the terms of he wasn’t viewing finally getting with MC when she’s dating someone else as cheating. Mans was READY to risk it all for me okay and I was down for it but ofc I had to react realistically and NOT “cheat.” *sigh* one part of me was debating ‘are we really dating tho bobby? We’re on reality tv. We’re not gonna die without each other if we hang out in seperate rooms’ *cough* Nope. but I’m a woman about her loyalty

He’s definitely adventurous. I don’t see him as the type to want to stay home all the time even tho his work definitely keeps him busy/exhausted. He’s down for road trips 💯

Occupation? Physicotherapist. His mother inspired him to get into the field and watching sports + the way players got their injuries always intrigued him? So to provide the best plan to have someone heal was something he loved to do plus being hands on while teaching/helping was a passion for him + I feel like he would also use a massaging technique instead of the usual exercise part of it

Now as someone who suffered a ACL & Mensicus tear & is STILL dealing with this BS pain years later, I would be so thankful to have him around! I feel like he’d have a optimistic attitude towards his patients and that’s what people need not someone that’s insensitive (like my surgeon/PT’s I had)

He models from time to time, when he was first approached about it he was upfront about not wanting to do it. It was much different than getting your picture taken for the office. That’s usually quick, the whole modeling process felt longer but somehow he was talked into it by his brother who’s a photographer and his mother. “Do you think you’re ugly? ‘Cause I’m not and you’re a part of me, so therefore there’s no such thing. Just look at your cheekbones, your jawline! I gave you those. The only good thing your father gave you was height.” Which filled the house with snickers while Lucas’ father just rolled his eyes and continued reading his newspaper for breakfast

Has a motorcycle and some luxurious car—not a Tesla those are basic now 🤷🏽‍♀️

Loves his motorcycle so much he’s got a tat of it on his right bicep

He has two available parking spaces in his parking garage at his penthouse but keeps his bike away in a storage unit due to a neighbor scratching it after his girlfriend broke up with him? Saying she was off to date Lucas? But that wasn’t true at all. He barely knew the girl, they didn’t live on the same floor. People were crazy but if you push him his temper might come out

Owns a leather jacket that he paid a lot for

Believes in “treat yo self” if it means in quality when shopping and has no issue being a big spender but he knows how to manage it well (his father told him all about how his own father dealt with bankruptcy)

Since he’s often at the office the whole day, he’s usually a night owl. He loves night drives and night dining. That’s usually when he finds the best places to eat

There’s this one pho spot that he loves and it’s his go to spot when he wants something quick on the way home

Cannot sleep with his entire body covered in covers, either his arms/shoulders have to be out or his legs, which would be a issue for me/mc since I sleep with the covers over my entire body...yes even in hot weather with the AC cranked up😂

He also makes great kimchi fried rice & loves Italian food

Will wine and dine. I believe it. I envision it! He loves going out on dates with his significant other (If he’s single and not with me, I think he’d try out speed dating)

Will dress to impress, will buy you a new fit he wants to see you/us/mc in especially if it’s your anniversary

Loves taking bubble bath’s with infused oils or flower petals with significant other

He’s the type that takes long showers & it brings him a true sense of freedom. He’s never able to take a quick shower, he gets lost in his ideas of what to do next in this world & it’s limitless

If he’s in for the day, which usually doesn’t last long—he’s either in sweats or in a robe all day

Only drives his bike on the weekend or if he’s going out of town but if he’s going on a trip for a couple of days with MC & if she’s got a bit of anxiety like me? He’ll stick to his car to make them comfortable

I feel like he enjoys the winter season. Maybe if it’s a slushy rainy winter more than a blizzards/snowy season. He loves bundling up, much to people’s surprise. He’s more than just his good looks and body love island fans!!!

Doesn’t post much on his socials. If you need to see what he’s about then you should do so in person or already know who he is. The internet can’t tell you much, in his opinion

Keeps himself in good health, I mean duh what kind of PT would he be 😉 goes on night jogs with reflector clothes on & occasionally morning jogs & at home workouts

Probably will date someone younger than him. Not by much, I don’t think he can take immaturity well. (That maybe how he views it) The most is 4 years younger than him

Henrik is his best bud from the show. They hang out all the time, crash at each other’s places, and vacation together all the time. They will be each other’s future best men forsure

Doesn’t go out of his way to talk to the rest of the guys from the show but if he happens to browse his feed and sees something he wants to comment on then he’ll carry a conversation of course

Far as the girls? He talks to Hannah & Priya from time to time. He also follows Hope and they like each other’s posts but not much communication is there either?

Either has a mint or black phone case, probably a Samsung galaxy user

Likes pistachio frozen yogurt but he’s lactose & doesn’t want to believe it :(

Smokes cigars when he’s out with his boys

Has a tight knit group of friends, majority of them are from the medical field since they all went to uni together + most of them are also married so the pressure is so on

*He’s the oldest out of his sibs so according to his parents he’s expected to be married first yet his baby sis is engaged and she’s 23*

wants a family...eventually. Probably will happen in his early thirties? The max for children is 2 for him. He knows they can be a HANDFUL due to his own friends who have kids + he’s a godfather and he’s babysat before so he knows how it goes!

enjoys his freedom as stated which further proves he’s a sag lol

Enjoys going to saunas to cleanse his pores/ get rid of toxins. It’s the easiest way for him to do so even tho his brother clowns him for it

His love language is deff physical touch. He loves hugs and resting his chin on top of your head, forehead to forehead, his nose pressed in between the space of your neck and shoulder, gentle squeezes, sitting next to each other with your legs touching, cuddling, sleeping on top of you or you on him, etc

He loves kissing. It’s automatic for him and it can also easily rile him up

Has strong opinions & will show them but will feel like he’s being attacked if it brings on a confrontation/argument

Will forgive and forget

Plays strategy board games

Makes his own natural healing creams & gives samples to his patients depending on their needs

His fav colors are: blue, white, & grey

Will grow a bit of facial hair in the cooler months if it’ll make mc happy (I’m a sucker for facial hair but hate it on myself lmao) but if he dislikes the feeling on his face he will shave and finds he likes a shaven face better, the facial hair makes him look a bit older—which is okay but that’s just his preference

When he stops putting gel in his hair/styling his hair in a quiff hairstyle it shocks fans with mc commenting on one of his pics, “you’re welcome x”

Likes going to the Hard Rock Cafe on causal weekends

also likes getting freaky in public, down for whatever 🤪

He’s a traveler so if he leaves the UK, I’m seeing him land in Toronto, Canada first and falling in love with it. I feel he would vibe well with the culture there, might even consider getting a vacation home in that location

Celeb crushes? Anne Hathaway, Beyoncé, Lupita Nyong'o, Anna Diop, Imaan Hammam, Jodie Comer, Megan Fox, Shay Mitchell, & Cassie Ventura Fine

Oh Lucas. I feel like we have similar tastes? Somewhat. He probably listens to more rock than I do? Maybe 80s rock moreso? & He listens to: WALK THE MOON, Allen Stone (his fav) , Emily king, Gavin Turek, Melanie Fiona, THEY., DPR live, & Sik-k

Anthem = Young the Giant, “Something to believe in”

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Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

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Life has been surreal since what she can remember. It began with how her father agreed to send to study photography which for years he had thrashed her about as being just a mere hobby. 3 years in college and now here at the O2 and shooting for the worldwide sensation – Harry Styles. Was she even allowed to feel this content with life ever? What was to go wrong?

She often hitched her breath thinking of such questions. But here she was, previewing her pictures on slide show mode to Helene, who sat beside her on the couch at the corner of the backstage room.

She blinks twice, thrice looking at Helene going through her pictures so concentratedly. It was all here before her in the present, truly.

“I think we can select a few from here.” Helene pops her bubble of thought that very instance. “I like this one a lot. Harry could use this for his Instagram.”

“His Instagram?” She gulps, pulling her laptop to her lap.

Helene looks up at her and smiles, matching eyes who know the feeling. “Yes. You are very good, darling. I am glad to have you on the team.”

Shuffling to pack her stuff and head home, she gets up from the couch and pulls her bag to her.

“You should come to this party Harry’s having for us.” Helene says as she gets up to her feet.

Still trying to put away her things quickly and leaving to be in the warmth of her home, Y/N looks up absolutely unprepared for such a proposal.

“Yeah, you should.” Helene insists.

“Uh, but, I don’t have an invite or anything-“

“Oh, no. Harry’s actually been wanting to meet the new photographer anyway. And it’s a small gathering, you’ll get to network well.”

Her chest swells up on hearing Helene’s words. She thinks she has some time to contemplate and then answer but Helene’s already putting away her stuff in haste and has grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the room.

--

And it was indeed a small gathering. In fact, it was something more better termed as an ‘intimate gathering’.  The terrace top of the most expensive hotels spanning the skyline of the city hosted tonight just for the 10-15 people of the close-knit Harry Styles’s team. She definitely felt out of place a little.

Conversations died down a few drinks later and presently everybody had found each other hip to hip, swaying to the light music in the background. There were laughs and giggle around, but none of them were sincere and all in lieu of the alcohol coursing through the air.

She smiled about a little here and there, and finally with a little resolute, found her place by the bar on one of the stools, watching everyone from a distance. The one drink in her hand stayed whirling in the glass itself only. At one point she felt that the alcohol in it must have evaporated into air because she just could not feel its effect. She just could not feel its effect enough to want to let loose and join them.

She is happy anyway, watching and indulging for a while tonight amongst people she doesn’t think she’ll meet any before a year from now. She is content with the fact that after tonight she’ll be back to her daily routine, from going back and forth to her daily tid bit photography to editing and blogging and everything that she has been doing for what seems like forever.

Her mind is distant in thoughts of her home and known and she never notices when he – he, Harry Styles – comes up to stand beside her at the bar.

His deep voice drops the loudest rung in her ear as he orders his drink, and she looks up, flushed, half from the alcohol and half from an unknown embarrassment.

“You are the new photographer, aren’t you?” He says, at the same time accepting his drink from the bartender with his signature smile.

She nods, unsure of what else she could reply with so somehow they get to conversing more.

“Well, you’ve done a really good work. I liked the pictures from your camera.”

She gives a genuine smile for his genuine compliment. “Thank you. These two days have been really really wonderful for me too. I am glad I could do my work nicely.”

They silently enjoy their drinks for a while, looking across them at the night and nobody intends to break the silence. It’s awkward, but somehow, nobody says a word. She gulps the last sip of her drink not a moment later and feels the need to break away from the proximity they both stand at.

As she slides out of her seat and stands to her feet, he turns to her abruptly and gulps away the reminder of his own drink harshly.

“Do you feel like getting away from here?” He says, looking at her. “Because I really need to.”

She parts her mouth, breathing out in astonishment. “Uhm, but, this is your party? How can you leave like that?”

He points his finger towards his group at a distance. “It clearly is not the party for me. I just needed something to fill up the loneliness I feel after every concert.”

She dares to make an eye contact with him; and his green eyes look the prettiest when honest.

He leans in closer and completes his line against her ear. “And honestly, this scene just does not do.”

He begins walking backward towards the exit, his eyebrows shooting up at her as if challenging her to give in. She feels this exhilarating rush at his nab. Looking around, she does not have time to think twice or thrice and she eventually does give in.

She jogs down the stairs in a child-like haste, a sudden fear erupting in her heart that she has missed him. But as she reaches the end of the staircase, she finds him putting on a grey beanie over his lousy hair and a coat that almost covers up his chin.

“Can’t let nobody know I’m wilding out tonight.” He chuckles at his own words. She smiles, pleased, grabbing her coat from the hanger as well.

He is trudging away even before she has tied the coat around her waist and she is on the run after him.

“What are we even doing by the way?” She asks over his shoulder.

“I was thinking of some ice-cream? Let’s start from there.”

She nods earnestly, following his lead. Her clock tells her that it is almost 12 and so she doubts if there would be any ice-cream outlets open nearby. But the way his broad shoulders and long legs take on the road so knowingly, she cannot think about hesitating now.

They arrive at a cross section and wait for the signals to turn red so they can walk over to the other side. In a blink, the lights do change and she jumps forward to cross the road. A hand comes clasping around her wrist and pulls her back.

“Careful.” He says, entwining their fingers together. “Just so we are safer.”

The giddy smiles they share lightens up the night like no other.

They are walking for a long time, careful of the crowd, traffic and recognizable faces. Harry walks majority of the while with his head ducked low. He keeps a tight grip around her fingers nevertheless, tugging at places where he wants her to walk fast and constantly squeezing it too to remind her of their interlocked hands. It’s good it has happened to be winter in London or she would have sweaty palms by now and that would have been embarrassing.

They finally stop by a little tucked in shop by the roadside, and they have walked quite some distance now. She hardly looks around to be able to recognize the place before he pulls her into the shop. The little wooden doors are shut and they enter a warm, little cafeteria scarcely littered with tables and small chairs.

“I’ll take my usual, please.” His voice comes distinct in the peaceful room that she is still scanning around. “And, she would like to select.”

She looks up at him and then at the man behind the ice-cream counter. “And what is the usual?”

“Mint and chocolate.” Harry tells her, leaning his body against the cold screen.

“I think I’d like that too.”

“Right away.” The ice-cream man smiles. “Waffle cone or a cup?”

“Cone.” They say in unison.

--

“So, why photography?”

They are sitting on cold railings by a quiet parking lot, hardly any cars seen nearby. She feels like the reckless teenager again with him, running about in the city at midnight, eating ice cream when it is about to snow and hanging out in parking lots. She feels younger and much calmer than she ever would have.

She chuckles lowly, looking at her feet. “I think my answer would be the same to yours if I asked you – ‘why music?’”

He looks at her longingly for a moment, then nods and chuckles like her before. “Right.” He finishes the last of his cone and brushes his hands against his pants. “You do not enjoy talking as much, I see.”

She shakes her head, finishing her bite as well. “Not really. I just do not like making small talk. That’s the lousiest concept ever. It even more awkward than just staying quiet.”

He nods again, agreeing. “Right. I feel the same way too.”

They breathe deeply the cold air in through their nostrils.

“It kind of gets too loud sometimes where I am, you know? Even I like some silence sometimes.”

She nods, smiling. “You mean, your friends?”

He makes a face as if taking some time to think before answer. Only at the end, he chuckles and shakes his head. “Everything actually. Even the music I make.”

“I understand. Even my eyes hurt sometimes from looking at the same thing, trying to find inspiration.  I think it’s common for the creative brains.”

“True.” He nods. “But I don’t think you’ll disagree with me when I say that my friends and team are pretty loud. I mean, you didn’t look pretty interested in knowing them either. I needed a little break from that too.”

She hides her mouth as she gives a suppressed chuckle. “I am sure your friends aren’t that bad. In fact, they are really nice – they let me into the group even for a while. I just thought it might be useless to try to fit in if I am only going to be seeing them the last time tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He sighs. “But what if you were to see them more often?”

“Then, I might take some time but I’ll blend in too I guess.”

They look at one another and smile with their eyes.

“And what about the loneliness you talked about earlier? Why is that?”

He bites his lower lip, looking away in a distance. “I feel the fullest and at my best on stage. I am so energetic, so careless, so carefree performing. There’s people just loving how I am, accepting me as I am and just letting me be. When it’s all over, I am back with people who will tell me what I did, how I performed; they’ll tell me if I was good, if I was bad. I just miss being that free in real life too, y’know. I miss that feeling with all the people around. I feel-“

“-lonely in a room full of people.” She completes for him.

They share knowing smiles. His heart feels full looking over at her lips curve up. She feels the familiar warmth spread inside her.

“How about some nice hot-pot dinner to end the night?” He gets up to his full height.

She nods.

“And I think we can talk some more too.”

“Definitely.”

--

She is called in for work early the next morning. Still gorgy with sleeping only after 3 last night, she could not bother to go through the trouble to making breakfast and only grabs a bagel from the cafeteria downstairs.

She walks into the studio she was called in for, and is greeted with Helene standing at one corner setting up her camera on the pod.

“Oh, hey. Come on in.” She smiles, pulling out a folder from the corner desk and walks over to her.

“Hi, yeah, you called in so suddenly?”

“So, uhm,” She opens the folder and flips through a few pages. “We were hoping if you would like to join us for the tour?”

“Wha-“ She feels the folder on her palms. It is a contract that would sign in her in as Harry’s team for the entirety of the year round tour. She looks up from the contract at Helene and then back at the contract.

The door behind her chimes again and enters Harry, rubbing his palms together for warmth.

“So,” he says. “Is she joining us for the tour or not?”

Her eyes widen. He grins at her reaction, raising his eyebrows at her in the challenging stance he would do. She bites her lower lip and suppresses a grin but it is hard when she feels her heart could burst at the very moment.

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PART 2   o    MASTERLIST   o  PART 3  o  PART 4

[sooibian]

Hands Where I Can See Them

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader x Minseok

Description: Minseok is protective of you to say the least and has only just begun to accept your relationship with Baekhyun. But all hell breaks loose when he witnesses something he shouldn't have. 

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This one-shot assumes OC met Minseok at the University where he was/is supposedly pursuing his PhD. Also, she likes to call him hyung. It’s my first time writing something this dialogue heavy. @smooshdelia​ I owe you a limb for beta reading this mess. If the romanized Korean sentences or words are incorrect in any way, please let me know. I’ll correct them. As always, this is unedited!

Kitty-pup is one of my favourite EXO friendships and I think this could probably fit into the Week 5 challenge of EXO-L Revival :))

Word Count: ~ 950

photo credits @bacon-notbaekhyun-jaehyun-mingyu (i love your username XD)

To be called in for an interview at a prestigious university for your doctorate program, “IS A GOOD THING”, you cried at your reflection in the mirror, not realising what your hands were -- cupping. It was something you did inattentively and for some strange reason, it always seemed to calm your nerves.

Baekhyun dashed into the bedroom, frantic with worry, activating his ability to only speak in shrieks, “WHAT’S WRONG?”

“I AM PRACTISING POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS.” The very thought of the interview brought you out in a cold sweat.

“SUDDENLY?”

“I GOT CALLED IN FOR AN INTERVIEW, STUPID PUPPY!”

“AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A PREMONITION?”

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”

A mischievous grin spread across his face as his eyes landed a couple of inches below your neck. He slowly inched closer, putting his arms around your waist. “Congratulations. I'm sure you'll do well, etcetera. Now let me help. Let me hold them for you”, he whispered in your ear as his hands crawled upwards. Pulling away from him, you broke into a fit of giggles but that did nothing to deter him. You recognized the feral look on his face as he chased you across the length and breadth of the room. Intentionally allowing you to slip out of his grasp until he had you exactly where he wanted you to be. 

You were at Minseok’s house, in Minseok’s bedroom, on Minseok’s bed and Baekhyun lay flat on top of you, tickling until your ribs hurt, his moist lips imprinted on your neck.

“YAH, BYUN BAEKHYUN IGE MWOYA!”

The patriarch’s unmistakable thunderous roar reverberated through his pristine palace. In one swift movement, Baekhyun stood before him - chin-up, chest out, shoulders back, stomach in. It made you wonder which one of the two was actually the conscripted soldier on a duly authorized vacation. Still flat on your stomach, you buried your face in the soft sheets, playing ostrich.

“Aegiya”, Minseok’s low timbre now a few shades gentle, “I’ll see byuntae and you in the living room in five.”

You let out a weary groan, still playing ostrich.

At the sound of Minseok exiting the room, you dragged yourself out of bed and grabbed your statue of a boyfriend in a bear hug. Resting your face on his back, you sighed, “At ease, soldier.”

“Wha- what what just happened?” Baekhyun stuttered, freeing himself from your grasp, taking full offense at his impending court martial. 

“Let’s go. We’re due to stand trial in... three”, you said tugging at his arm.

“Why does he love you so much?” Baekhyun mused.

“Hmm?”

“All you did was save him from an embarrassing fall at Uni once and now -”

“Now, I’m the golden child.”

“He’s known me longer!” Byun-I-argue-in-pouts-Baekhyun geared for a full throttle.

“You want -- you want to be his golden child?”

"I am his golden child! I make him laugh and I -" Byun-I-argue-in-pouts-Baekhyun fizzled out with a weak argument. 

"You're a child?" You baited. 

“Ye -NO! I’m not a child and neither are you. We’re - we’re -- consenting adults. And he has no business interfering like that. Right?” Baekhyun’s gaze is fixed at the door, but he’s looking at nothing in particular.

***

Tension weighs heavy in the silent courtroom. The defendant and his accomplice (from Baekhyun’s perspective) / victim (from Minseok’s) huddled together in co-dependence and comfort.

“We’re consenting adults!” Baekhyun spoke at last. His confidence level rapidly oscillated from 100 to 0 as the freshly minted Corporal stared him down. Baekhyun cowered behind you and his hands found the back of your waist.

“Hands where I can see them!” Minseok bellowed causing the younger man to sit up straight.

You smacked your forehead in frustration but Minseok simply ignored you.

“Aegiya, I don’t understand your absurd”, he continued after a rich pause, “affection, sort of, towards this byuntae.” His snide remark made Baekhyun whimper.

“Ah, hyung!” You protest taking Baekhyun’s hands in yours, squeezing slightly to give him a morale boost.

“You're so much younger", Minseok mewled, eyeing you sympathetically.

You rolled your eyes as you felt your face flame in unadulterated anger, "Not this again! I am not much younger!", your grip on Baekhyun's hands tightened. You caught his eyes as he silently pleaded with you and you gave him an understanding nod. 

"Hyung! It's almost a year now. Get over - "

Minseok's eyes widened in horror as you bordered on insolence.

"Get used to it. For my sake."

Minseok retracted, growing quiet, dejected and apologetic. As much as he tried not to, he couldn't help but feel overly protective of you - his precious dongsaeng. You caught a hint of vulnerability in his eyes and you instantly regretted your words and actions.

“Hyung, I love this byuntae.” Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest but immediately snapped it shut. “And whatever you saw was a misunderstanding. I swear there was nothing going on...”

“Aegiyaaa”, Minseok shrank back uncomfortably into the chair.

“Hyung!” Baekhyun and you cried in unison.

Minseok eyed Baekhyun with total contempt before inhaling sharply to centre himself.

"Men and women", he continued awkwardly and you purse your lips to stifle a laugh knowing completely well where this conversation was headed, "must always practise", dropping his gaze, he cleared his throat, "safety."

Baekhyun let out a deafening scream of embarrassment and fury in response. 

The doorbell sounded and you jumped at the opportunity of escaping the hot seat. In your absence, Minseok took two long strides towards Baekhyun. Like a father who traditionally hates the daughter's boyfriend, he twisted Baekhyun's ear causing the younger to wince in pain, "Keep her happy, you understand?"

[emmielupinblack]

Speak Up

Remus Lupin x Reader (Modern Hogwarts AU)

Warnings: just fluff. Nothing crazy.

Word Count: 2344

Request: “So I kinda had a Remus x reader idea. it’s more like a modern age AU where reader is kinda quiet & often hangs in the common room with the marauders being loud, but just constantly has her earbuds in & reading/working, just enjoying their presence w/o being apart of it. The guys interact with her, she’s polite but tries not to mind her own. They finally convince Remus to talk to the reader and they find they have a lot in common? Ig that’s kind of what I was thinking if it all makes sense?” -- @bbkay7297-blog

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You tossed your books onto the main table in the center of the common room, where your friends were hovering over their newest project. Merlin only knew what they were getting into this time. But, you kept out of it, sticking to the advice your friend Lily had given you several years back.

“Potions is going to be the death of me,” you muttered as you plopped yourself down into one of the chairs. James raised his head and smiled, then turned back to his work. Sirius propped his feet up onto the table in front of him, nodding your way in greetings. Peter scowled down at the piece of paper in front of them, not acknowledging you at all. You didn’t mind. Frankly, you hadn’t seen him that focused in a long time, and you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Your gaze flicked over to Remus, who nodded his head ever so slightly to whatever was playing through his headphones. His nose was deep in a book, more than likely something related to whatever shenanigans the group was up to. He was seated two chairs away from Sirius, towards the corner of the room, as usual.

Remus Lupin was a kind soul, but very quiet. When he was involved with his three brother-like friends, he was a little more outgoing. That was a side you rarely saw, but you knew it existed. But, for the most part, he only said what he needed to say, and always said it with a little more kindness than he needed to.

“You can’t die,” Sirius finally responded to you, pulling his feet off the table. “Who else is going to help me with my Divination assignments?” You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“That’s all I mean to you? Divination tutoring? Once we’re done with school, you’re just going to throw me to the wayside?” you teased. “I see how it is.”

Sirius snickered and winked. “That’s the plan, love.” You huffed. 

“Rude, Sirius.” James joked. “She’s useful sometimes.” You laughed as you pulled one of your books towards you. 

“Thanks, James. That makes me feel so much better.” James smiled and nodded, chuckling to himself. Peter pointed something out to the two boys, diverting their attention from you. So, you skimmed over your assigned reading for the evening, and quietly absorbed some of the information in front of you.

About twenty minutes later, Remus shifted in his seat and handed his book to Sirius. He muttered something to his friend and chuckled, then returned back to his post at the end of the table. You watched the interaction, smiling. Remus eyed his book, his shining hazel eyes skimming over the lines. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as he studied the content.

Then, Remus lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on yours. You froze for a moment, honestly not knowing what to do. He was too far away to just strike up a conversation with, but he was staring at you for too long to ignore. So, you did the only thing you could do. You closed your book and stood from your seat, then gathered the rest of your pile into your arms.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you mumbled to your friends as you stood. James, Peter, and Sirius all muttered their goodbyes as you slowly made your way to the entrance of the girl’s dorms. As you passed Remus, you gently patted his shoulder, allowing your hand to linger just a moment longer than you meant to, before disappearing through the archway.

Remus’ eyes remained locked on the archway Y/N had passed through at least five minutes before. Sirius caught his friend transfixed by the ancient stonework and grinned.

“Just talk to her, mate. He’s not going to bite.” Sirius chuckled. “She’s probably the nicest person we know. Plus, the way she patted your shoulder as he left? If that wasn’t a crush confession, then I don’t know what is.”

Remus shrugged. “She never really talks to me—”

“Because you don’t talk to her! Maybe she thinks you don’t want to talk to her!” Sirius rolled his eyes as James scooted over to listen to the gossip. “Rem, you can’t sit in a corner all day and mope when the girl you fancy doesn’t strike up conversation.” James nodded beside his friend.

“Plus, you always have those headphones in your ears! Maybe she thinks you’re trying to avoid her altogether,” James added.

Remus’ eyes widened with realization. They were right. He wasn’t the most extroverted person. He was actually the complete opposite on the best of days. He was an observer, a listener, and the voice of reason when it came to his hooligan friends. It was no wonder Y/N didn’t reach out to him much. He realized that he wasn’t very approachable. And, if he was going to win Y/N over, he needed to try to be at least a little friendly.

“Just talk to her, mate. Next time you see her in the common room, or in the hall, ask her how she is. Or as her if she needs help studying! I know she’s been struggling lately,” James offered. Remus huffed.

“Oh, and I’m going to take dating advice from you?” Remus asked, rolling his eyes. “How’s everything with Lily going?”

Sirius shook his head at his friend. “Don’t be stubborn. We all know James is Prince Charming and Lily is just playing hard to get.” The rebellious friend smiled. “Just try it. She’s not going to hurt you.” Remus finally nodded, agreeing to follow his friend’s advice. He just hoped it wouldn’t bite him in the ass.

You buried your face in your Potions class notes, praying that you would remember enough to pass the exam in two days. There was very little hope that you were going to remember even a fraction of what you had learned that very day, let alone what you had learned over the last month. Plus, your OWLs were coming up soon, and having additional exams to study for was just unfair. 

“You look stressed,” a soft voice announced from your right. You twisted in your seat and spotted Remus leaning over your shoulder from behind the couch. It was the closest you could ever remember being to your young friend for any length of time, and it was making your body react in so many ways. His oversized sweater was hovering centimeters from your bare arm as he scanned over your face. Then, he sat down beside you on the tattered red couch and smiled. “You’ve obviously been studying too long.”

Your eyes landed on the headphones that were dangling from one of his ears as you nodded. “Yeah, but I need to remember this. If half of these potions were on the test, I wouldn’t know where to begin! I mean, if I have my book beside me, I can make anything. I’m just abysmal at remembering ingredients.” You sighed, slamming your book shut. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Remus chuckled softly. “Sounds like you need to take a break and think of a different strategy.” You snapped your gaze to his and tilted your head. “But I have two days until—”

“I know. I’m taking the test too, Y/N.” Remus interrupted softly. “But I think you need to take a breath and not think about Potions class for a little while.” He smiled, then tried to change the subject. “What else have you been up to today? Other than school I mean.” You shook your head.

“Nothing exciting. James asked me if I wanted to help him flood the Slytherin Common Room this weekend. I told him that I would leave that kind of thing to the experts.” You rolled your eyes and laughed. Remus laughed with you. You eyed his headphones again, which were still plugged into his right ear. “What are you listening to? You’re always listening to something.”

Remus shrugged, then picked up the other small earbud. He offered it to you with a smile. “Shinedown. They’re one of my favorite bands.” You took the earbud and placed it into your left ear, leaning a little closer to Remus to you wouldn’t tug his out.

“I’ve never heard of them.”

Remus smiled. “They’re a muggle band that’s been around for a little while. Their sound has evolved a little over the years, but I like all of their work. It’s basically modern rock.” He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket, a piece of technology that had only been permitted at Hogwarts two years before. “If you like rock, you’ll like them.” He turned up the volume just a little so you would hear it better.

After a minute, you started to sway your head to the rhythm. They were good. You weren’t picky about music, enjoying a little bit of everything. But, especially lately, you hadn’t had the time to listen to any. You had been too involved with passing that damn class to have any other hobbies. 

You scooted a little closer to Remus until your legs nearly touched. You could smell mint tea on him, along with the subtle scent of his shampoo. The scent, the closeness, the hum of the music, it was all so calming. You closed your eyes for a moment and let your body relax.

“I take it you like them?” Remus barely whispered. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed.

“I guess I never realized how much music relaxes me. It’s been a while since I’ve even thought about listening to anything.” You opened your eyes finally, your gaze landing on his. “Thank you.” Remus smiled at your words.

“You know, I got an Outstanding in Potions last year. I’m happy to help you study. I mean, if that’s okay with you. I know some people need to study alone.” His cheeks reddened against the dim light of the fireplace. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You would do that?” Remus nodded.

“Of course. All you have to do is ask.” You peered over at your book, then back at Remus.

“I’ll just have to take you up on that.” Remus smiled and nodded, then let out a deep sigh.

“Alright, then. But, later. I’m not going to let you look in that book for at least another thirty minutes. I don’t want to have to reconstruct your brain if it falls out of your ears.” You both laughed, leaning a little closer to each other. Your head fell onto Remus’ shoulder, and his head leaned against yours. Your stomach fluttered at the connection.

The song changed, and the two of you listened in silence. You tapped your fingers against your thigh to the slow rhythm. I wish you’d open up for me, ‘cause I wanna know you Amaryllis. The words reminded you of Remus, and how you ached to know the shy handsome young man. Lifting your head, you turned to Remus, who furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Why don’t we talk more often?” you practically blurted. Remus seemed caught off guard by your question, backing up a bit. Then, he let out a long breath and bit his lip.

“I’m just not that much of a talker. And, even if I do, I—” He paused, thinking about his next words carefully. “I haven’t had to talk to someone I like as more than a friend.” His words were soft, but still hit you like a freight train. More than a friend? Remus liked you as more than a friend? That was something you never thought you would hear, no matter how much you wished it were the truth. And, now that it was out in the open, you didn’t really know what to do next. 

Remus noticed your mental struggle and frowned. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—”

“I’m not. I just didn’t expect to ever hear that from you.” You smiled over at Remus. “But I’m glad I did.” Remus perked up at your words. “Because I feel the same way, I think.” You chewed on your lower lip. “I mean, I don’t really know a whole lot about you, even thought I’ve been your friend for years.” You babbled for a little bit before finally freezing, glancing up at a stunned Remus. 

Remus reached over slowly, placing his hand on yours. “Well, you can get to know me. And I can get to know you. I’m just sorry I wasn’t more open towards you before.” He shook his head. “I’m not great with conversation.”

You giggled. “Well, you’re the one who walked up to me today. So, I’d call that progress.” The song in your ear changed yet again, starting an upbeat, faster-paced tune that made your heart race a little. “You can help me with my studying, expose me to new music. I like what I’m hearing so far!” You danced a little where you sat, making the two of you laugh. Remus squeezed your hand.

“I think that sounds awesome.” He glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Well, I can’t let you look at the book for another twenty minutes.”

“Fine, then. How about you tell me a little more about yourself?” you asked with a smile. Remus nodded, blushing a little as he continued to hold your hand in his.

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b l i n k | h.s imagines

a/n: im back snacks. im listening to lauv while writing this so—(which has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with this imagine sooo) this doesn't make any sense btw, besides the fact that it's related to bp so yuh.

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smiling cheekily at him, harry rose a suspicious brow that in turn made you giggle like a child in a candy store. shuffling your hands in your handbag, you dug for the two pieces of paper you had safely tucked inside. harry groaned and banged his head against the sofa with a longing sigh, "what is it now love?" he asked. grinning you continued to dig your hand in the bag, for a second worry set itself upon your shoulders when you couldn't feel the paper but as soon as your hands tightly cluctched onto something that felt a lot like paper, you squealed, throwing yourself at your boyfriend of two years.

harry surprised at the sudden affection, chuckled lightly with a gaping mouth. he smirked and rolled his eyes, "ye extra touchy tonight y/n, could've just told meh ya know." with his suggestive words, you blushed yet you didn't stop yourself from slapping his shoulder and scolding him.

"keep your dirty mouth to yourself, harold."

"but you love my dirty mouth on ye, don't ya!"

growling, you huffed and kicked his feet, promptly glaring at him when your happy mood began to fade away. holding up his hands in a defensive way, he relaxed his muscles and scowled. you pinched the bridge of your nose while closing your eyes, then opened them and gave harry a look he was very much oh so familiar with.

"so guess what i got!" you squealed in utter delight. at the sight of you like this, harry couldn't help himself and pinched your cheek quickly. pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and shook your head in disappointment. harry returned the gesture in a mocking way which didn't help from fueling down the flames in your body.

"what did ya get, pet?" his voice was laced with curiously as he spoke gruffly, green eyes staring at you as if he knew your every little secret.

grinning wolfishly at him, you showed him the two tickets you bought from last week, harry read the words written on the paper and quirked the corner of his mouth up a  bit, "ya makin' me watch blankpink with ya?" he questioned in a manner which sounded child-like.

you softened and lunged for his warm chest, tucking yourself in. with a heart warming laugh, harry cradled you in his arms, his chin hovering above your head. harry smelt of expensive cologne and mint, something you very much loved. "please love, i wanna see them so bad!" you begged, "with you..." you continued.

"isn't making me follow jennie in ig enough for ya y/n?" he teased, poking your sides which made you flinch and rise up from your comfortable position.

"well, a collab might come out of it." you responded with no hesitation, harry's eyes widened and he wasted no time from tickling your belly. he pushed you down on the coach with his long legs covered in black skinny jeans wrapping themselves around your hips as he pinned both of your arms with one hand and the other tickled your stomach, a tickle that made you squirm under him. as you laughed, tears drenched down from your eyes at pure ecstacy and you found yourself smiling brightly when harry joined you.

"now will you come with me, haze?" you asked, eyes fluttering up at him. harry snickered and shook his head saying, "can i ever say no to you love?" at the same time he pushed himself down so he could reach your plush lips.

let's just say, that night, neither the two of you had clothes on.

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a/n: it just occured to me that i haven't posted in a long time so... short but fluffy and sweet. bye snacks I've officially become a blink!

gif is not mine.

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[thesimplyluxuriouslife]

255: 34 Inspiring Daily Rituals to Ignite Your Creativity

We talk quite often about the importance of routine, and how by having a routine, we actually set ourselves free, especially our minds. And it is in that vein that Mason Curry shares his two books Daily Rituals. His second is focused entirely on Women at Work, sharing the routines and preferences of creative women who lived and created over the past four centuries.

I thoroughly enjoyed his second book, even more than the first which I also found great inspiration. It was refreshing to see so many women living their lives in a variety of different ways, but all in which they discovered worked well for them and the craft they most loved.

Not all of the ideas resonated with me, but it was wonderful to get into the minds for a moment of these women and how they approached their days. I highlighted vigorously from beginning to end, and would like to share 34 daily routines to consider to enable your creative ideas to flow freely and without withdrawal.

Some will speak to you, some will not, but each one is inspired by a woman's routine which is shared in the book: Daily Rituals: Woman at Work - 143 artists on how they paint, write, perform, direct, choreograph, design, sclpt, compose, dance, etc.

~Be sure to tune into the audio version of the podcast where much more discussion takes place on each point. 

1.Begin with a hot glass of lemon water

Designer Elsa Schiaparelli woke up at 8 am, sipped lemon-juice-and-water and a cup of tea for breakfast as she read the papers, handled private correspondence, made telephone calls and gave the menus of the day to the cook.

2. Wake up early if that is when your creativity is most fruitful

—Lillian Hellman would wake up at 6am.

—Marie Bashkirtseff would wake up at 6am

—Maggie Hambling wakes up at 5am each morning

"I get up between three or four o'clock in the morning, because that's my best writing time." —Octavia Butler

3. If spending less time with people fuels your creativity, embrace it fully

"I enjoy people best if I can be alone much of the time. I used to worry about it because my family worried about it. And I finally realized: This is the way I am. That's that." —Octavia Butler in 1998

4. If traditional "holidays" don't work for you, create your own, or dive into what you love.

Coco Chanel worked six days a week, and dreaded Sundays and holidays. As she told one confidant, "That word, 'vacation,' makes me sweat."

5. Greet the day in a habitual way that sets the tone for a great day

6. Live your ideas, don't talk about them

"People would sit around and talk about things constantly. I never really went in for that. If you talk something out, you will never do it. You can spend every evening talking with your friends and colleagues about your dreams, but they will remain just that —dreams." —choreographer Martha Graham

7. Keep a small journal next to your bed to capture ideas

"I always have notebook and pencil on the table at my bedside. I may wake up in the middle of the night with something I want to put down." —American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay

8. If you work at home, carve out a part of the day to get out of the house and just absorb inspiration or let go of the day completely 

"In the nocturnal evening, I get the hell out to some movie or damn play and I come back and sleep like a rock." —Frida Kahlo

9. Figure out the ingredients that are needed to let the ideas find you

To develop a new work of choreography, Agnes de Mille needed 'a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea'.

10. Don't feel obligated to keep the same schedule when you are in the middle of creating your art or craft

Margaret Bourke-White required long periods of solitude to write, with as few interruptions as possible." In an interview with a Life photographer Nina Leen, Leen remembers after asking her if she would have lunch with her, "She told me she was writing a book and there was no hope of a lunch for several years.

11. Don't feel bad for loving your work and working on what you love beyond the traditional work hours.

"Everything seems petty and uninteresting, everything except my work . . . ". Russian-born painter and sculptor Marie Bashkirtseff

12. Do something during the day that is relaxing and keeps you present

'I relax before lunch by arranging flowers . . . When these are all beautifully arranged in bowls and vases, it's usually lunch time." —English actress Gertrude Lawrence

13. Have a studio or space of your own to create

"The most important thing is to have a studio and establish and preserve its atmosphere." —Agnes Martin

14. If you love solitude, embrace it 

"But it is, as Yeats said, a 'solitary sedentary trade.' And I did a lot of gardening and cooked my own food, and listened to music, and of course I would read. I was really very happy. I can live a solitary life for month at a time, and it does me good." —poet Katherine Anne Porter

15. Trust your intuition as to what works best for you

"It's not right if it doesn't feel right." —English painter Bridget Riley

16. Find regular time to just read what you love

Rachel Whiteread [English sculptor] would "at some point stop for lunch, and she'd often spend an hour of the day reading sitting in a comfortable chair away from her desk.

17. Establish a flexible routine to work with what you need

Morning routine: "Zittel feeds her chickens, waters plants, and performs other outdoor chores before meditating, taking a shower, making breakfast and getting dressed. In the winter, Zittel's morning schedule reverses: She meditates, showers and eats breakfast first; then, once the sun has raised the outdoor temperature, she heads out on her hike and does chores. 'It's really all about establishing a flexible routine."Andrea Zittel, an American artist, in 2017

18. Don't quit trying to live the life you wish to live

"It never occurred to me that I couldn't live the life I wanted to lead. It never occurred to me that I could be stopped . . . I had this very simple view: that the reason people who start out with ideals or aspirations don't do what they dream of doing when they're young is because they quit. I thought, well, I won't quit." —Susan Sontag

19. Try a crossword puzzle like Joan Mitchell

20. Determine what view in your studio/sanctuary/work space is most productive for inspiration

"Where do I write? In a Morris chair beside the window, where I can see a few trees and a patch of sky, more or less blue." —Kate Chopin, American writer

21. End the day with a signal to your mind to relax

"During the performance I drink water with breadcrumbs, which is most refeshing. After the ballet I have a bath as soon as possible. Then I go out to dinner, as by that time I have an unmerciful hunger. When I get home I drink tea." —Russian prima ballerina Anna Pavlova

22. Let baths be your creative muse

"Baths also played a part in her creative process - a post-breakfast bath enjoyed regularly by Virginia Woolf.

23. Let lunch be a true mid-day break

At 1:00 p.m., Hambling has lunch, takes her Tibetan terrier, Lux, for a walk, and switches on the television to satisfy her tennis addiction.

24. Write when inspiration hits - even if it is in bed in the morning so as not lose the ideas. 

25. Go outside and breathe in the fresh air

"Fresh air and cold water are my stimulants." —Harriet Martineau - the first female sociologist

26. Enjoy someone's company for tea, lunch or a walk regularly 

Emily Post would regularly welcome a guest or two for tea in the afternoon.

27. It's okay for your personal time to be less than what others feel is acceptable 

"It seems to me you have to have your personal life organized so that it takes as little of your time as possible. Otherwise you can't make your art." –Eleanor Antin

28. Don't expect the routine to come naturally, create one and stick with it as it enables you to flourish

29. Cook and walk

"The only other essential component of her day is a twice-daily walk with her dog, during which she avoids thinking about her writing project. In the evening, she makes herself a simple dinner and goes to bed at 10:00 or 11:00 p.m.." —Isabel Allende

30. Create space for your ideas to be seen 

"Open a gap for them, create a space. Be patient." — Hilary Mantel

"I think the way to become inspired is to empty your mind and let things come into your mind."  —Joan Jonas

31. Do you and don't apologize

"I live here as in Paris. I rise every day at 5 o'clock; I drink my two large glasses of hot water; I take my coffee; I write when I am alone, which is rare; I do my hair in company; I dine every day with the king, chez lui, or with him and les seigneurs. I make calls after dinner; I go to the theater; I return to my place at ten o'clock; I drink my hot water , and I go to bed." —Marie-Thérèse Rodet Geoffrin, a major salonniéres of the French Englightenment

32. Turn on music paired with your favorite drink to start the day

"I wake about nine, turn on the symphony and have juice, fruit and a pot of black coffee . . . " —Grace Hartigan, American painter

33. Leave evenings open for your social engagements

"In the evening, she would see a friend for dinner or attend another social engagement. But the real key to this perfect writing day, she said, was to know that the following day would be exactly the same." —Eudora Welty

34. Be patient until you find what works, then cherish it

"Trial and error, and then when you've found your needs, what feeds you, what is your instinctive rhythm and routine, then cherish it." —novelist Doris Lessing

~SIMILAR POSTS/EPISODES YOU MIGHT ENJOY:

~Why Not . . . Be Creative?

~The Benefit of Daily Rituals

~The Importance of a Daily Routine & How to Create One You Love, episode #164

Petit Plaisir:

~Chilled Cucumber and Yogurt Soup with Dill and Fresh Mint, a Patricia Wells recipe, click here for the recipe

~Why Not . . . Grow a(n) Herb Garden?

~Check out TSLL's IG account, see the Highlights and Part 3 of my FR Trip '18 - mid-roll to see the presentation of the dish in Provence.

~Chilled Cucumber and Yogurt Soup with Dill and Fresh Mint, enjoyed in Provence with Patricia Wells and the other cooking class students during the summer of 2018~

~the same dish served this past weekend as the second course during a dinner party at my home. Cool and crisp cucumber and yogurt soup.~

Tune in to the latest episode of The Simple Sophisticate podcast

[peinde]

I'll try to give solid answers.

1) Sexuality? Pansexual. ((same 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Ariana Grande, moby, if only to quell t)(e rumours t)(at we look alike. ((IDK i don’t really have anyone 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. ”She arches )(er body like a cat on a stretc)(. She nuzzles )(er cunt into my face like a filly at t)(e gate. S)(e smells of the sea.” ((i don’t have any books near me ;n; 4) What do you think about most? My wife. ((adult cartoon TV wives, or if i’m angry, Bold and the Beautiful 5) What does your latest text message from someone else say? ”H3Y B4B3 W3R3 OUT OF PIZZ4 ROLLS >:[” ((”hey hun call me ASAP pls” 6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on? Wit)(out. ((with. i need to be ready to outrun zombies in the Canadian winter 7) What's your strangest talent? I can do voice impressions! ((i can’t make impressions, but i can make voices 8) Girls.... (finish the sentence); Boys.... (finish the sentence) Girls don’t like boys, girls like cars and money~! Boys will laug)( at girls w)(en t)(ey’re not funny~! ((honestly...same 9) Ever had a poem or song written about you? A couple of times... ((nah 10) When is the last time you played the air guitar? Just now w)(en I answered number 8. ((same 11) Do you have any strange phobias? No? ((a TON 12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Yes, but only twelve times! ((no??? 13) What's your religion? Dick. (i’m technically Christian 14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Working, doing c)(ores, doing )(obbies, visiting friends or )(itting t)(e town. ((going to school or going to work 15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? In front. ((both 16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Don’t ever ask me t)(is again. ((i guess Mother Mother, but there are quite a few 17) What was the last lie you told? ... ((i can’t remember 18) Do you believe in karma? No. ((yes 19) What does your URL mean? I keysmas)(ed, because I didn’t know w)(at to type. ((it’s Peixes + Grande but that’s only OOC knowledge 20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? My greatest weakness is me wit)(out my wife. My greatest strengt)( is my wife. ((my greatest weakness: my lack of motivation. my strength: my ability to dream 21) Who is your celebrity crush? Jason Momoa! ((Kat Dennings 22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Yup! ((nope! 23) How do you vent your anger? I tell me wife everyfin. ((hahaha, i don’t

24) Do you have a collection of anything? You could say t)(at... ((not really? 25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? P)(one. ((neither OMG 26) Are you happy with the person you've become? ... ((yeah. i mean i could be a lot worse off 27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love? I don’t like nails on a c)(alkboard, but I do like nails tapping on a table. ((i fucking hate children crying, but i like anything that can basically be “white noise”, like the hum of a vacuum, or the working of a portable heater 28) What's your biggest "what if"? I don’t want to talk about t)(is. ((i don’t really think about those? i mean they didn’t happen. best to just move on 29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Believe in? I mean yea)( sure. T)(ey’re everyw)(ere. T)(ey’re real w)(et)(er I believe in t)(em or not... ((yes and yes 30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. I’m grasping air. Now, I’m touc)(ing my wife’s face. ((i touched my metal storage thingy. then the wall 31) Smell the air. What do you smell? My wife’s farts. ((nothing. just the way i like it 32) What's the worst place you have ever been to? )(ig)(sc)(ool. ((any public washroom ever 33) Choose East Coast or West Coast? West! ((East!!! 34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Does t)(e Rock count as a singer? ((IDK i used to have a crush on Pete Wentz 35) To you, what is the meaning of life? My wife. ((my Christian ass says God

36) Define Art. Out of my league. 38/ ((a necessity to man 37) Do you believe in luck? No. ((yes 38) What's the weather like right now? Sunny! ((rainy 39) What time is it? 8:23 PM ((11:23 PM 40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? No, and yes. ((no, and no 41) What was the last book you read? I’m currently reading Written on t)(e Body! ((i think it was a Sophie Kinsella book? 42) Do you like the smell of gasoline? Yes! ((yes 43) Do you have any nicknames? Lots of people call me “Fef”. ((i have many IRL nicknames, but everyone knows me by Tori 44) What was the last movie you saw? Fifty S)(ades Freed (illegally, obviously. I’m not paying for t)(at drivel.) ((Devil 45) What's the worst injury you've ever had? I’ve died, does t)(at count? ((i fell off the monkey bars at age 8 and landed right on my back 46) Have you ever caught a butterfly? Yes! ((no :( 47) Do you have any obsessions right now? I )(ave many, t)(e most important being my wife. ((i guess? i’m always obsessed with something 48) What's your sexual orientation? Wasn’t t)(is asked before? ((yeah 49) Ever had a rumor spread about you? Yes... ((yes... 50) Do you believe in magic? Again, it’s real, so yea)(. ((yup! 51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Nope! ((Fef you fucking liar yes you do. and yes i do 52) What is your astrological sign? Cancer! ((Pisces!!! 53) Do you save money or spend it? Spend. ((both 54) What's the last thing you purchased? Pizza rolls for my wife. ((a bracelet off Aliexpress 55) Love or lust? Love! ((love 56) In a relationship? Yes! ((nope! 57) How many relationships have you had? I lost count. ((1 58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Yes! ((nope! 59) Where were you yesterday? At work. ((at home 60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Yes! ((yup! 61) Are you wearing socks right now? No? ((yup! 62) What's your favorite animal? My princesses...plus you know, t)(e entire ocean. ((any sea creature 63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Kindness! ((oh i don’t give a fuck 64) Where is your best friend? Doing activities you s)(ould NOT be questioning. ((online...talking to me 65) Spit or swallow?(; Swallow, you coward! ((i’ve never had the opportunity to do either 66) What is your heritage? Alternian! ((i’m black Caribbean 67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 38;3c ((i was on this hellsite 68) What do you think is Satan's last name? Natas??? ((meanie-bo-beanie 69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Obviously??? ((obviously??? 70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yea)(! ((sure, why not? it’d mean i’ll know someone who shares my musical interests 71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? I’ve never been late to work? Plus, it’s a legitimate reason??? ((i’ve worked at my job for far too long and have rarely ever been late, especially too rarely for her to keep track. this argument would be completely baseless. also, it’s a legitimate reason??? 72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? It’d probubbly be fake, so no I wouldn’t say anyfin. I’d just wait until I could revive, and no I wouldn’t be afraid, you fucking coward. ((i’d tell everyone, IDK what i’d do. probably pray, sleep maybe, oh i’d be terrified 73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love. 38( ((trust 74) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Be Alrig)(t by Ariana Grande ((Arizona Highway by the Darcys 75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 3838 ((i’m not telling you??? 76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Being in one like mine and Zi-Zi’s ((communication 77) How can I win your heart? --Exist. ((LOOOL good luck buddy 78) Can insanity bring on more creativity? It sure can! ((i guess! 79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Getting married. ((going to therapy 80) What size shoes do you wear? 6 ((10 81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? “Finally”. ((”i’ll be back” 82) What is your favorite word? Glub! ((intricate 83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Zi-Zi. ((organs 84) What is a saying you say a lot? Glub! ((”for fuck’s sake” 85) What's the last song you listened to? Girls and Boys by Good C)(arlotte ((same 86) Basic question; what's your favorite color/colors? Baby pink, lig)(t blue, lilac, mint green. ((rose gold, burgundy, olive, turquoise, black, eggplant, fuchsia 87) What is your current desktop picture? Zi-Zi. ((on my laptop? default mountains. on my PC? Mother Mother 88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? ??? I don’t know! ((Donald Trump, probably 89) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on? ...t)(ere are a lot. ((”are you straight” 90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do? Go back to sleep. ((flip TF out and run 91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? W)(at would I want t)(at I don’t already )(ave? ((flight 92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? Being revived. ((??? none of it? leave that shit in the past my dude 93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? --Everyfin from t)(e time I was revived onward. ((what did i just say? 94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? T)(ere are so many options... ((??? 95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? New Zealand! ((Paris 96) Do you have any relatives in jail? I mig)(t, w)(o knows. ((probably 97) Have you ever thrown up in the car? Yup! ((no, but i almost did! 98) Ever been on a plane? Yup! ((yup! 99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Most of t)(e fins I already say. ((”i can’t wait for the apocalypse”

[frosty-ink-imagines]

Popcorn: Dick Grayson x Reader

Plot twist, I wrote something that wasn’t about Constantine. I’m taking the AP European History test today, but it’s my last one and I’m graduating in a couple weeks, so this blog should stay pretty active! <3 Also, Dick refers to all carbonated drinks as “pop” and nothing will ever convince me otherwise.

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“Hey, Y/N,” said Dick as you opened the door. He shot you a smile that looked just a little nervous, and then swept a goofy bow. “Ready to head out?” 

You smiled back, a laugh welling up in your throat. “We should hurry, I don’t want to miss any of the trailers.” You grabbed your purse and slung it over one shoulder, sweeping past Dick and glancing back at him over your shoulder. He looked almost dumbstruck, and blinked when you flashed him a grin.

“I’ll pay for popcorn,” said Dick as the two of you waited in the line at the movie theater. The air smelled heavily of salt and butter, and people were beginning to filter out of some movie and fill up the lobby. 

“I’ll pay for the snacks,” you told him. “I probably eat more than you’d expect, and you bought the tickets.” 

“Well, I was thinking I’d buy infinite refills anyway,” said Dick with a slanted smile. “Maybe some candy. You have any kind of pop you’d like?” 

“I’d like root beer,” you started, and then realized that Dick was already moving towards the refreshments counter with money in hand. “Hey, I said I’d pay,” you called after him, hurrying to keep up. 

“I’ll have the refill deal with root beer, and two things of Junior Mints and two of- did you have a preference?” He turned to you with a big innocent smile, and you sighed and told him your favorite candy.

Inside the theater, you carefully balanced the pile of candy in the cupholder between the two of you. “Next time, I’m paying,” you said in a whisper.

“Mm-hm. Trailers are starting up,” Dick said, offering you the enormous bucket of buttery popcorn. Within the first fifteen minutes of the movie, the two of you had eaten almost half the popcorn and three of the four boxes of candy. 

You kept glancing at Dick to make sure he wasn’t upset you were eating so much- your ex had taken every opportunity to complain about it. He seemed happy, watching the movie and occasionally reaching out to grab popcorn or Junior Mints.

After not too much longer, you felt Dick drape his arm over your shoulders, and you relaxed and tilted your head onto his chest. “Liking the movie?” he asked quietly, and you nodded.

“Also, I think we’re out of popcorn,” you added in an undertone, popping the last few fluffy kernels into your mouth.

[winter-soldier-writer-blog]

You Need a Maid? Chapter 11

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel Rating: G / PG13 / R Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Blood Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don't sue me, I'm poor. Songs: An Honest Mistake - The Bravery

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"Guys, I can go grocery shopping by myself, I do it every week." You tried to explain, watching the team fidget with putting coms in their ears and plan disguises. "Things are dangerous out there," said Tony, pulling a baseball cap on. You didn't think it was much of a disguise. He just looked ready for Red Sox season now.

"We just want to make sure you're safe." Steve came over, placing a large hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you. What? Was the lettuce going to attack? You sighed, knowing there was no disagreeing with them. Slipping on your jacket you headed for the door, boys in tow.

Steve and Sam rode with you in Martha, your SUV, while Bucky and Tony took a different car. Natasha remained stationed at home. You had to admit it was pretty cool to be part of the action. You had even gotten your own com, though you had to refrain from saying 'roger' to everything you heard.

"Y/N, what store are we going to?" Tony asked, and you jumped a little, not used to the sound in your ear yet.

"Joey's Market, the same place I got shopping every week." You explained, stopping at a red light.

"How long is this going to take?" Muttered Bucky.

"Like an hour or so. I've got a big list." The guys seemed to groan all at once. Calm down, soldiers. Did they not realize how much food they ate?

You pulled into the parking lot and Tony's orders sounded over the earpieces. "Steve, you go with her while she shops. Bucky will cover the doors. Sam will sweep the store, and I'll follow Y/N and Steve while they shop." With everyone on task, you grabbed a shopping cart and set to work, paying little attention to the guys. Until they started the bullshit.

"Oh, don't get plums. Get peaches." Muttered Tony over the com, watching you pick out fruit. "I want plums," Bucky grumbled. You rolled your eyes. This was the kind of stuff you got out of the house to get away from.

"I'm getting both." You muttered back.

"We don't have the money for both."

You turned around, giving Tony a glare. Bullshit. He had enough money to buy out the store chain and then some. You looked over at Steve, who wandered around in close proximity, stoic and useless.

"Can we get those mint cookies and Oreos?" Asked Bucky, sounding hopeful.

"And more orange juice?" Chimed in Sam.

You grumbled, getting irritated that your shopping list was expanding. Steve bent down, slipping a container of strawberries into the cart. You needed a break. "I need to change my tampon."

You could hear the collective 'ew' through the store as the guys almost ripped their earpieces out. Steve winced, looking down at you. You stood with your hands on your hips. "Well, who's going to the bathroom with me?"

"Steve can stand outside and wait." Offered Tony. Steve looked displeased. What, were you going to rip it out and throw it at them like a bomb? Please.

Inside the bathroom you sighed, taking a breather from the guys. You stood at the sink, fixing your hair. You seriously needed a haircut, it kept falling in your eyes. Suddenly the door opened and a woman strolled in, walking to the sink to check her makeup.

"Oh darling, you have beautiful hair." She smiled at you through bright lipstick covered lips.

"Thank you." You smiled back, fighting with a strand.

"Having trouble keeping it in place? Here." she reached into her purse, pulling out a beautiful clip, decorated with flowers. She handed it to you along with a business card.

"Use this. My company makes them. Have one for free." You took it from her with a smile, but before you could put it in you heard a knock on the door. "Y/N, come on. The ice cream is going to melt." You sighed, slipping the clip into your purse. "Men." You shrugged at the woman before leaving.

-------- The grocery store had been an ordeal. Your cart ended up being one part needed items, two parts snacks for the boys. You were thankful for the help, though when they lugged everything into the house for you.

That night you sat in bed reading, pushing the hair out of your face every ten pages. "Augh!" You pushed out of bed and towards your mirror. What were you going to do about your hair? Remembering you had a hair tie in your purse you fished through it, fingers landing on something else instead.

You fingered the clip, looking at it in the dim lighting of your room. It was beautiful. It was silver, a large flower adorning the front, and covered in shimmering purple jewels. Looking it over you were surprised the woman had given it to you for free. You twisted your hair up and slipped the clip into your hair, admiring the way it looked. You bounced back to bed, happy to have your hair out of your eyes.

You could barely get back into your book. Tossing and turning, your bed just didn't feel comfortable anymore, and you were getting irritated. Tossing aside the covers you huffed. You decided to go into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream, maybe that would cool you off.

Rummaging around the freezer you couldn't believe it. "I brought that yesterday!" You shouted at the ice cubes. They cowered in your glare. You stormed back to your room, putting on clothes. You wanted ice cream, damn it.

"Where are you going?"

"To the store. Someone ate all the peanut butter cup ice cream." You heard a spoon clink against a bowl and shot Steve a glare. He shrunk down on the couch. He remembered the tampon comment and knew better than to get in the way of a menstruating woman and her ice cream. Natasha almost took his head off about a chocolate bar once.

You started up Martha and took off, only, not in the direction of Joey's Market. The radio played one of your favorite songs.

Don't look at me that way It was an honest mistake Don't look at me that way It was an honest mistake An honest mistake

---------------------- Seeing a gas station you pulled in, noting your gas tank was close to empty. You didn't know how long you had been driving, but your foot was sore and it felt good it take it off the pedal. You shut off the engine and stepped out, heading inside to pay for your gasoline. A flash of silver and purple sparkled from folds of your seat.

Back at your SUV, you pumped the gas, hair slowly falling in your face. What were you doing out here? Did the team need you to run an errand? You looked around, down each side of the road. There was nothing out here. Where was here, anyway? Suddenly there was a voice behind you.

"Are you lost?" You turned to see a group of three men, a van behind them. When did that get here? "Uh no, I'm all set." You pulled the nozzle from your car and closed up the gas cap. Time to make an exit. You could hear their footsteps behind you, getting closer. Suddenly you couldn't move your body, an electrical current coursed through you, making it impossible to even scream. "No, I think you're lost. We'll show you the way."

[csa-suggestions]

1-50

1. Zodiac sign - pisces 
2. Sexual orientation - somewhere on the ace spectrum 
3. Relationship status - in a relationship 
4. Someone you miss - my ex fp 
5. Person who’s arms you’d like to be in - my bf
6. What you find attractive in Men/Women? - ive only ever been attracted to my current boyfriend so ig him.7. How tall are you? - 5'5" 
8. What you love about yourself? - my hair 
9. What you’re doing tomorrow? - school and then my bf is sleeping over 
10. What are your future plans? - i dont have any really, stay with my bf, travel the world 
11. Your last night out in detail- um i dont remember 
12. Your favourite book- the tribe (home room head hunters) 
13. All of pets you’ve ever had- 1 dog many fish 3 cats 1 hamster 2 guinea pigs 1 rabbit 
14. Something that changed your life- my bf 
15. Do you remember your last dream?- my friend broke up with me 
16. What your last text message says?- okay 
17. Do you respect your government and the way your country is run?- i dont like trump idk other wise 
18. Where you would like to live?- ireland, not new jersey
19. Your favourite flavour of ice cream- mint chocolate chip 
20. Last thing you ate- mac n cheese 
21. Which swear word do you use the most? fuck 
22. Your plans for summer sleep/ work 
23. Any upcoming concerts? no 
24. Something that you’re proud of - i dont really have anything im proud of 
25. Do you still talk to your first crush? - no 
26. What language do you want to learn? asl 
27. Where you have lived before? - same town 2 different houses 
28. Eye color shit brown 
29. Favourite style of clothing pastel/grunge 
30. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 10/20 minutes 
31. Where did you go today? school 
32. Where are you right now? study hall 
33. How many countries have you visited? two, not including my own 
34. Something old my dog 
35. Something new my bf got me a choker that says ‘meow’ on it 
36. Something inherited my middle name is a family legacy so ig that? 
37. Is death more scary than life? no 
38. Experience you’ll never forget i have a horrible memory, ill always forget. 
39. What’s your favorite part about today so far? nothing honestly. its been a shit day. 
40. Who is your hero? my mother 
41. Are you happy with where you live?- no 
42. Do you like your handwriting?- i dont have a consistant pattern of writing so idk 
43. What do you wear to bed?- usually a tshirt and underwear 
44. Tea or coffee? - tea 
45. Chocolate or Vanilla? - chocolate 
46. Are you excited for anything? - to see my bf again 
47. How late did you stay up last night and why? - 10pm, couldnt get to bed 
48. What’s your ringtone? - vibrate 
49. Did you have a dream last night? - no 
50. What keeps you going each day?
- my bf

[justanotherboyinblue]

01. do i have a good relationship with my parents? well yes and no, they’re abusive fuckers and i hate them a lot of the time but they can also be really nice and cool and fun so idk, mostly a no 02. who did i last say ‘i love you’ to? my friend ella when we said goodnight 03. do i regret anything? pFFFFFT of fucking course i do, many many things 04. am i insecure? oh you betcha 05. what is my relationship status? single as a pringle, my gf that i’ve mentioned in some posts broke up with me a few days ago so lmao 06. how do i want to die? weird question but okay, in my sleep i suppose, like most other people 07. what did i last eat? uhhhh honey wheat twist pretzels last night 08. played any sports? competitively no, and i’m homeschooled so no school sports, but i’ve played gertball and volleyball and other backyard partyish sports 09. do i bite my nails? nope, i either keep them to the quick or long with nail polish so i don’t get that dysphoria ya feel 10. when was my last physical fight? i have no fuckin idea bro, we fight with our words in this household 11. do i like someone? i still got feelings for my ex so yeah 12. have i ever stayed up for 48 hours? tf no, i’ve stayed up for a solid 20-24 tho 13. do i hate anyone at the moment? not that i can feel no, i do have a strong distaste for a lot of people but not hate i don’t think 14. do i miss someone? oh hell yeah, i miss old friends and my aunt that i saw literally yesterday and i miss my kitty Trinity who passed away over a year ago 15. have any pets? yessire i do, four cats and one dog inside and like five cats outside  16. how exactly am i feeling at the moment? pretty meh, i’m real hungry tho, waitin on my brother to make sum mac n cheese for us, but overall chill ig 17. ever made out in the bathroom? i have only had one, count em, one, kiss in my entire life and it was nonconsensual and they were drunk so that’d be a no 18. am i scared of spiders? oh FUCK yeah i am, if i see one it’s usually fine enough as long as they’re stationary and not near me, but if it’s in my room i will hyperventilate and it will be dead shortly. i once had an attack bcuz my fucktard of a brother kicked on at me so that was fun 19. would i go back in time if i was given the chance? i mean probably but i don’t think i would change anything really 20. where was the last place i snogged someone? ‘snogged’? what are we british. uhh the above mentioned kiss was in my best friends guest room of their house, the same best friend that mauled me with their face 21. what are my plans for this weekend? idk, work on my play probably. i have to get it done by the 15th or i fail my grade so woooo 22. do i want to have kids? big fat no 23. do i have piercings? how many? i do, i have the standard two in my ears. i want an additional three that i’m gonna get most likely around christmas 24. what is/are/were my best subject(s)? i don’t think i really have one tbh, writing maybe? ohhhh no definitely art, i love art when it’s fun and they give good assignments 25/ do i miss anyone from my past? just Trinity i think 26. what am i craving right now? well i’m always craving thin mints but a bowl of that mac n cheese that my brother’s making would be absolutely fabulous rn 27. have i ever broken someone’s heart? i know of one instance, but there were probably others as well. i broke up with this abusive fuckboy and had to then talk him out of suicide immediately after so that was fun 28. have i ever been cheated on? no idea, probably 29. have i made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? again, no idea, but probably  30. what’s irritation me right now? nothing particular, just the usual homophobic/transphobic/abusive bullshit i get from people  31. does somebody love me? not romantically i don’t think, but i have people who platonically/familially love me yeah 32. what is my favorite color? i have three, sunset orange, black, and a very specific sea foam blue color 33. do i have trust issues? i do, but i think i’m getting better the more good and non-abusive relationships i have 34. who/what was my last dream about? so if i dream at night it’ll be like three dreams a night, the last one in the set of dreams i had was about greek gods and where everyone stood in the pantheon and why, no clue what that was about 35. who was the last person i cried in front of? uhhh i walked past my brother while i was crying on my way to lock myself in the bathroom 36. do i give out second chance too easily? oh fuck yeah, but i’m working on it 37. is it easier to forgive or forget? forget for sure, my memory is shit XD forgive tho, i never forget when someone has wronged me. usually the deal is when i’ve gotten over the pain, or forgotten about it, i’ll give second chances to the offenders, which i’m working on not doing 38. is this year the best year of my life? i mean probably, i’ve had some of my happiest and worst moments this year 39. how old was i when i had my first kiss? 13 40. have i ever walked outside completely naked? hell naw 51. favorite food? mashed potatoes for sure 52. do i believe everything happens for a reason? i’m Christian so i kinda have to lmao, but yes 53. what is the last thing i did before i went to bed last night? uhhh stuff 54. is cheating ever okay? only in very very specific circumstances 55. am i mean? a lot of the time i think so, but i also think i’m kind a lot more 56. how many people have i fist fought? uh, one? my brother lol, and it wasn’t even fighting i was just so angry i kinda flailed at him 57. do i believe in true love? i guess, i don’t know 58. favorite weather? rain, bonus points if thunder 59. do i like the snow? oh absolutely  60. do i wanna get married? eventually, when i’m ready and have met the right person yeah 61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls me baby? only if dating, and not boys cuz i’m not attracted to them so lmao 62. what makes me happy? oh gosh so many things. baking, cooking, hanging out with friends, reading, writing, petting/playing with cats, ferrets, snakes, drawing, coloring, watching tv, playing video games, music, etc. etc. 63. would i change my name? lmaoooo already did 64. would it be hard to kiss the last person i kissed? uh yah, for obvious reasons 65. my best friend of the opposite sex likes me, what do i do? well if my best male friend liked me then i would have to turn him down bcuz don’t like boys, and if my best female friend liked me i don’t know what i would do tbh, i might date them? as much as i love them and support them and they’re valid as fuck, she’s a transwoman who still looks like a guy so rip 66. do i have a friend of the opposite sex who i can act my complete self around? my best male friend absolutely, other friends unsure about 67. who was the last person of the opposite sex i talked to? female was ella and male was like a casual friend tim 68. who’s the last person i had a deep conversation with? damn, probably my best male friend or my ex  69. do i believe in soulmates? yepper (69? nice) 70. is there anyone i would die for? ending with a big one i see, okay i see how it is. yes, there are many people i would die for.