Ok so I'm binging the Mugen train arc of Demon Slayer rn, so of course I have to design something from my fav episode from season 1 🌸

Care

pairing: bts x eighth member!reader [platonic]

summary:  omg i just real some of your eight member scenarios and eveerything was so good!! i wasnt into eight member things before but now.. im super in! 😭 can you do a scenario about compilation of the members little caring act on stage, backstage, when theres camera or not, something like that to the eight members?? if you make it then i would be so delighted. than you !!

warnings: none, it’s just really fluff :( some of it might not make sense, but i really love this

A lot of things could be said about your brothers. Each and every one of them had their moments and mistakes, just like you did. Some people would call them rude, or selfish amongst other things, but the one thing they could never say, is that they didn’t care about you. ARMY pointed it out all the time; they even had compilations of moments the eight of you cared for each other, but your favorite were the ones titled things like: “six minutes of proof that bts’ world revolves around y/n.”

Jin jumped as your head fell against his bicep. You were at an afterparty for an awards show the eight of you had been asked to present at. The music wasn’t too loud- you used to joke that it was because everyone knew rich people liked to brag. You had no idea where the rest of your brothers were but you and Jin had been perched on the oddly comfortable sofa as he socialized. He could feel your hairpins digging into his shoulder. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” You didn’t answer and he moved slightly so that he could reach across and tap your arm, but you moved with him. He felt your even breathing and sighed. You still had around two hours left before they could leave. 

One of the girls he had been talking to chuckled as you gave a tiny shiver in your sleep. “She must be tired.”

He smiled at her before slipping off his blazer to cover you with it. “She works hard, sometimes I think she works harder than the rest of us,” he chuckled, pulling you closer so that he could make sure she was comfortable. 

No one knows how a fan account had that video trending on twitter under the hashtag #BabyY/N three days later. 

✦✧✦✧

One bad thing about being the only girl in an idol group, is that sometimes you get the least amount of consideration. Not because they didn’t respect you or anything like that, it’s just that after styling for seven boys, you think sometimes the staff tends to forget you are not a guy, or maybe they had never seen a girl in real life.

Or at least that’s what the short dress you were wearing had you feeling like. It’s not like it wasn’t pretty, a black skirt and connected by a thin, white lacy strip that wrapped around your abdomen. It was gorgeous, and the silky ribbon of a choker around your neck made it look even better, but it was just.. so short. 

You powered through like a trooper, despite the fear in the back of your mind that you were flashing the entire audience while you danced. The minute the song stopped and everyone moved to get a drink of water, Yoongi was taking his jacket off and tying it around your waist. 

Not speaking into the mic, you let him do as he wanted but asked, “Are you even allowed to do that? Won’t the stylist say something about how you ruined her outfit?”

Tightening the knot of material, he rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t give a fuck what the stylist has to say right now. Not only is your outfit not okay, but it’s obviously making you uncomfortable. You can wear this until the next outfit change.”

“Thank you,” you hugged him briefly, glad he had your back. 

✦✧✦✧

There was a time where you guys were recording a live during a long break while at practice. Fans talked about it for ages afterwards. Taehyung sat against one of the mirrors, holding his phone, while Jimin was in the picture beside him. 

“Basically, that’s it. We haven’t really-”

“Y/N, stop running around, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Jimin’s voice cut in, making the other man look over. 

“What is she doing?”

Jimin huffed, “I have no idea, but she’s going to- Y/N, at least t- no actually come here, I’ll do it for you.”

And when you bounced into the view of the camera, only for all the fans to see Jimin pulling your foot to him so he could tie your shoe. “Be careful this time, even if you’re playing tag.”

✦✧✦✧ 

Jeongguk laughed at the camera, the comments being ridiculous. He was doing a live, answering questions about the embarrassing moments he chose to talk about. “No, it was funny! He fell, but then he tried to play it off by doing pushups, but he feel while trying to do that, so-”

He heard the door open in the background, and the camera saw him turn to the side just before he let out an “oomf.” The side profile of your face was visible to the viewers as you moved to curl against him on the bed. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, and he frowned. “It’s really late, you’re supposed to be asleep.”

You mumbled, “I was, but then I got scared and woke up. I didn’t want to be alone.” He pouted at that. You tended to have nightmares whenever you were stressed, and since he was the one who found out about them first, he was usually the person you ran to. 

“Do you wanna sleep in here?” He asked softly. Everyone tuned in could hear everything, but your brother barely remembered that he was even recording as he fussed over you. You nodded, already drifting off on his shoulder. He smiled down at you before turning back to the camera. He read the many comments of everyone cooing over you. “Yeah, she’s alright. I’ll tell her to tell you guys herself tomorrow. Anyways..” 

✦✧✦✧

Of course, there were incidents that were more serious. 

The sun was setting, which made the perfect picture for the shoot you guys were about to do. The rooftop everyone was on was beautiful and stone, the kind of background you saw in movies. The sun seemed to glitter, and the wind made everything sway until the lake’s seemingly glittering waves caught your eye. “Whoa,” you gasped, moving closer to get a look.

“Y/N-”

You waved off Taehyung’s warning. “I’ll be careful! I just want to get a closer look!” You walked back over to the edge, admiring the way the sun sparkled on the water. You subconsciously leaned closer, moving your body a little too far against the thin railing, but before you could topple over, a hand grabbed the back of your jacket with a tight grip, yanking you back until you were a good distance away from the railing. 

Your back hit someone else’s and you recognized Taehyung as you turned to see him. He stared down at you. “I said be careful!” 

“I’m sorry,” you said a little shakily. Taehyung sighed before pulling you back into a hug. “Having a little sister is so hard, you’re not leaving my sight for the rest of the day.”

✦✧✦✧

Another moment fans loved to talk about actually happened at a fansign. You smiled brightly as the next fan came up to you, following the line. “Hello!” you greeted happily. 

Something about this girl threw you off though, and the look in her eyes had you unintentionally leaning away from her. You couldn’t decipher it, but when nothing happened, you told yourself you were just overthinking it. She was probably just excited to meet what could have been her favorite artist group, right? 

You stood by Hoseok as the fansign ended, moving to follow him out of then venue. He chuckled as he looked at you. “You have that look.”

You wrinkled your nose. “What look?” 

“The one that says you’re hungry,” he teased, poking you in the stomach, making you whine. “Well, maybe-”

“Y/N!” You turned around, cutting yourself off mid sentence, to see the fan from earlier. “I found you.” Her smile was a little too bright as she reached for you, only for Hoseok to push you behind him as you stuttered out, “I’m sorry, we really have to go.” 

You moved to attempt to leave after that, but her demeanor quickly changed. Her face changed from too happy and delighted, to dark and angry. Her eyes narrowed, and she reached for you more aggressively this time. “Don’t be son ungrateful,” she squeezed your wrist painfully and you cried out as security finally made their way over. 

Hoseok immediately pulled you to him, looking at the rapidly forming bruise on your wrist. Even though at the moment, it was just a large red mark, his face still tightened. “This never should have happened,” he cursed when he noticed tears in your eyes. 

He pulled you into a hug as he waited for the rest of your brothers to show up. “It won’t happen again,” he promised you. 

✦✧✦✧

The moment that was probably the most talked about, was when a talk show host felt the need to ask you how it felt. Namjoon shared a glance with you. 

“Excuse me?” you asked timidly, straightening up. 

The interviewer turned to you. “Oh, you speak English! I was just asking how it felt to be so similar to a child all the time.” The man’s tone of voice didn’t even change, but the idea that he had expected Namjoon to translate this to you, and now casually asked you as if there was nothing wrong with the question. “You know, they’re always taking care of you, it makes it seem like you can’t do anything by yourself. Does it ever irritate you?”

You tried laughing it off, the chuckle leaving your lips as you ticked a strand of hair behind your ear awkwardly. “Not really. They’re not doing anything to be condescending, and I know that.”

“Do you feel like that is because you need their help?”

“That’s enough,” Namjoon cut in, his jaw clenched as he slid forward a little in his seat as if to help get his point across. “Y/N is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. We pitch in to check on her because we love and care about her, and she does the same for us. She is not a child but a grown woman who we love and care about enough to make sure she’s okay and gets the nice treatment she deserves. With all due respect, if you insult our sister again, we will be forced to cut this short.”

You looked over to him, offering a silent thank you as the interviewer coughed, trying to recover. The bad news was that this interview was live, so he really couldn’t do anything but sit there and realized he had just embarrassed himself. 

Honestly, what else is there to say? You loved and cared about your brothers, and they loved and cherished you. 

Saccharine

members: min yoongi

words: 1,6k

genre: fluff, boyfriend! yoongi, slight jealous (protective) boyfriend.

highlights:

“Has Kim Namjoon possessed you?”

“Did you just mock my song?“

"I’m not being jealous. I’m just making it clear that you are not available.”

The temperature was perfect despite how bright the sun was shining, and the beautiful blue sky gave another reason to enjoy the day. The flowers were blooming, the wind was blowing and it was lighting up the mood. Spring was the best season for spending days outside. It’d be a bonus to spend your day with your loved ones, and you were lucky you got to feel that with your boyfriend beside you. 

“The weather is nice, isn’t it?” you asked, dragging the mask down to let your face hit the breeze and smell the scent of flowers. You were both sitting on a bench after taking a small walk around the park. Hearing no answer, you looked aside to found Yoongi was apparently looking at you. 

Yoongi hummed, taking a stand of your hair that escaped from your beanie and tugged behind your ear. You heart melted into a puddle. You felt it, the effort he was giving to be more gentle and trying to be a lovely boyfriend to you. One of the insecure he has was not being a good partner for you, not giving you enough affection and love. Obviously, you were upset when you heard about that. You’ve never wished more from Yoongi. He was the one, the perfect one you’ve ever ask for.

Instead of assuring him by your words, you gave him actions to show him that you appreciate his effort. Tugging his mask down to his chin, you leaned to leave a peck on his lips before pulling them back up. You sheepishly bit your lips as you leaned back into the bench, feeling his stretched arms made contact with your shoulder. 

His eyes widened, flustered by your sudden action. A giggle left your lips as you placed his palm flat on your thigh. 

“Yoongi,” you called, adjusting the beanie on top of your head. A small hum from him you got as an answer. “Do you know why spring is the king of the season?”

He shot you a confused look at your sudden question but eventually answered, “I don’t even know that the spring is the king,” he murmured, pulling you to lean against his side. 

Scooted closer to him, you clicked your tongue, “but I won’t talk about your song because it always makes me emotional,” you murmured, slightly pouting. Yoongi chuckled, agreed on your words.

You added, “Why is Spring the king? Because Spring is the season of a new beginning, Yoongi. Cows, birds, ducks are having babies. Animals such as bears who hibernated during winter start to wake up and become active. And also the days get longer and warmer. Isn’t that great?”

A smile spread across his lips as Yoongi gave fully his attention to you. He loved this side of you, the way you talk excitedly, the way you express things and how you see them differently. He always found reasons to love you every single day. He couldn’t imagine how boring his life would be if you weren’t there. He’d picture himself locking up inside his own studio almost every day, and probably didn’t even know or ever feel this kind of feeling.

He was so grateful for your existence in his life.

“Spring is the time of year when everything in nature is changing and promising new life and also hope. No other season can rival the beauty of nature during Spring.” you paused to look at your surroundings, “all the flowers bloom during this season and the people are in a better mood due to the beauty surrounding them. In stories such as fairy tales, they describe how birds enjoy spring by singing beautiful and melodious songs. It means that spring brings happiness, isn’t it, Yoongi?” the words smoothly rolled out your mouth.

You turned your head to check if he was listening. His brows were knitted as he looked down at you, “has Kim Namjoon possessed you?”

You actually laughed at his question. Came to think about it, you kind of sound like Namjoon.

“Does it mean that I sound like a genius?” you teased and then heaved a sigh as you continued, “I like Spring the most of all season. You don’t have to worry about the heater in your place, buying coats or paddings in every color, wearing layers of clothes, or worrying about your air conditioning working or not, Or even watching the dead leaves fall in pain and in sorrow that suddenly broke your mood.”

Yoongi’s eyes squinted, tugging his mask down his jaw clenched a bit, “did you just mock my song?”

You gasped teasingly, “I did?”

“Apparently you did.” he rolled his eyes. You shrugged, straighten your back to enjoy the view of nature in front of you. Taking off your beanie, you let your hair blowing in the wind.

Yoongi smelled the scent of your hair, a thing he misses when he was away after your lips and how you feel on his embrace. Closing his eyes, he tried to enjoy the moment—your presence and your warmth beside him.

So did you. Seeing the love of your life sitting beside you, having his eyes closed as a small smile spread on his lips, he was relaxing. 

“Yoongi,” you called, couldn’t help yourself. His eyes fluttered open as he looked into you. “Do you know how perfect you are?”

He scoffed—not in a mocking manner, before grinning widely, nodding he brought his hand to the back of your head to pulled you into his chest. “Do you know how perfect you are?” he emphasized the word.

“Well,” you shrugged, “you make me perfect, though,”

“Why are you so cheesy today?” he asked, suddenly stood up and reached out his hand at you.

“I don’t know?” you answered, taking his warm hand.

“Let’s grab some coffee,” he suggested, intertwining his fingers with yours before tugging the black mask up. It was almost 4, and you knew he has to go since he had a schedule. And there you were, entering a coffee shop nearby.

“I need the toilet,” he suddenly murmured, closing the door behind you.

“You go, I’ll order. Americano three shots?” you confirmed, walking to line up behind a guy. Yoongi hummed, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder before left. You waited for one more queue until it was your turn. A girl probably a part-timer student gave you a smile before asking your order.

“One large-size iced Americano with three shots, and a medium-size Irish cream latte. Anything else to be added?” she asked, punching the machine.

“No, that’s it,” you gave your card. Waiting for the bill, you watched the barista that happened to be a guy probably your age, professionally making an art latte. It amazed you every time seeing someone making shapes from the milk. When he looked at you, you were startled but you slightly ducked your head indicating that you were sorry to watch him without asking. He was just smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you gave a small nod as you take your card back from the girl.

Waiting for Yoongi, you sat down in an empty table and check on your phone to found a message from your friends asking you to meet them. That was a great timing since your boyfriend had something to do.

“Is it done?” Yoongi was back, sitting beside you.

“Yeah,” you answered and then showing him the message you just received. “Haneul and friends invited me to meet them.”

“Is that so?” he asked, crumpling the paper bills after skimming them, “go then. I’ll pick you up when I’m done, then we can have dinner together.”

"Really? Okay. I’ll ask them to meet me here.” you were about to reply to the message before the buzzer went off. Taking up your drinks, you noticed a line of words under your name.

“Huh? ’You are pretty, I hope your day goes as beautiful as you’…?” Yoongi read the words, trailing off after he realized something. He glared at the barista who was apparently glancing over you. His eyes rolled lazily as he has his arm protectively around your shoulder, pulling your head to lean against his chest. A smirk appeared under his mask when he saw the barista’s eyes widened and turning his back right away.

You shot him a look at his sudden action, “Yoongi? What’s up to you? Are you being protective?”

“Is that wrong? I’m just protecting what’s mine.” he scoffed, “text the other to meet you my the company. I’m not letting you sit here by yourself,” he continued, clearly annoyed.

You giggled at his behavior. Yoongi was being jealous. and you enjoyed it. Plus, what was it? Mine? Well, yes, but it was just making you blush. The way he says like it was the usual thing he did and the fact, you were not used to his protective side.

“I’ve sent the text,” you clicked your phone off, slipping it inside your bag.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi stood up, actually wrapping his hand around your waist to pull you close.

“Are you really being jealous, Min Yoongi?” you whispered, really confused with his sudden change. Passing the counter, he held your hand—intertwining his fingers tightly with yours. Without you knowing, he strongly glared at the barista that makes the poor worker had to look away in fear.

Yoongi took you out of the shop before answering, “I’m not being jealous,” he answered, “I’m just making it clear that you are not available,”

It was your turn to scoff, “you are cute when you’re jealous, you know it?” you asked, giving a peck on the side of his cheek that was exposed. He was grateful that he was wearing a mask, or his red cheeks were going to be seen.

Arriving at the company, it was over 4 pm already. You met the rest and kiss Yoongi goodbye as he went into the building to work.

“See you later, I love you,”

Thank the fucking gods this filled me with fear

I scrolled too fast to skip the post but then I saw the Good Boy

disapproval // isaiah jesus & reader

“I do not want him in my house, I do not want him with my daughter, I do not want the likes of the Peaky fucking Blinders associated with my family!” The roar of your fathers voice bellowed throughout the thin walls of your small home; it was still early morning, you were certain he would have woke your neighbours by now. Isaiah stood behind you, his usual overly-confident smile slapped from his face as shouted back at your father. Though you were certain he was just defending your honour, he was really just making things worse for himself.Your arm was outstretched over his body, firing back at your father with every remark he flung your way. It was almost as though you were protecting him, which was rather unusual for your relationship — he was a Peaky Blinder, he was the one usually doing the protecting.

“Darling, please…” your mother attempted to coerce your father away from the two of two, but her pull on his arm was nothing compared to his outrage. Her faint voice could not drown out the red-faced rage flowing through his body. He flung off her grasp with a shake of his body.

“No! I want him out of my fuckin’ house now!”

“If he goes, I go!” You screamed over the chaos uprising in your house, the words were enough to quieten all parties in the room. Everyone turned towards you, there was no now shouts, no more fists flying, no more cries; just silence. Your chest heaved, a stone-like look rested on your features as you repeated yourself.

“If Isaiah goes, then I go too.”

Your father dropped his fist to fall at his side, while your mother only gripped harder onto the arm of her husband. Isaiah pushed past the arm you had held out for his benefit, grabbing on to the them tightly and pulling you towards him to face you.

“Don’t do this, [Y/N]. Don’t leave just because of me —”

“I don’t want to be in a house that doesn’t accept you in it.” You spoke sternly, pushing his hand from your face and holding it within your own.

“It’s your mum and dad, [Y/N]. I’m going, and you’re going to stay here, okay?” Isaiah removed his hands from your own and held them up high towards your father as a sign of surrender. He turned towards your parents, “you hear that? I’m fuckin’ goin’, alright?!” With one last look back at you, Isaiah swung open the door and left, slamming it in his place.

The next few days had been rather hard on yourself: you had been treated like a prisoner in your own home and a disappointment to your own parents, and to make matters worse you had not seen Isaiah since he left for (what was supposed to be) your own benefit. The days following that moment you had spent staring aimlessly at the blank walls of your bedroom, or obsessively arranging and rearranging the dresses in your wardrobe each time in different orders. You father had treated you like a violent, unpredictable mass-murderer since the discovery of your relationship with a Blinder; only allowing to leave the four walls of your bedroom to eat.

“[Y/N], get down here!” The voice of your father breached your thin walls in a roar. It seemed like those were the only words he’d spoken to you since that day.

Slowly and with a sigh as you ran your hand along your face, you removed yourself from your place laid on the bed. You let your frustration be known to your parents through your loud stomps on each step every time you were called downstairs. Another shout bellowed from your father demanding your presence, though your pace never altered.

“Ah, look who’s finally ‘ere.”

Your father threw the fork he was holding down onto his plate, your mother beside him jumping at the noise. Though, you didn’t flinch for a second or speak a word. You simply took your place at the table. For the most part of the dinner, nothing was said — it was almost like it used to be. Almost.

“I love him, dad.”

Both your mother and father turned to you with these words, all colour dropping from their cheeks. Your mother spoke up first, almost urging you to stop before it was too late.

“[Y/N], love… please.”

“No, mum, it’s the truth,” while your eyes had began to fill with tears, your fathers faced showed no expression whatsoever, “I love Isaiah. And I don’t care that he’s a Blinder, or that you disapprove of me and him. I’m going to be with him.”

Silence has fell over the three of you, both you and your mother awaiting the response of your father. After nearly a minute of staring down at the table he began to rise from his seat, knocking it on to the floor with his action.

“Get out of my house, now.”

Your mother quickly intervened with a cry, “no, please darling, let her be.”

“If she wants to be with scum like him, she can. But she’s not going to be any daughter of mine in the mean time. Get out.”

“Happily.”

Without a second thought, you ran into the dark streets of Small Heath pouring with rain on the cold November night with nothing but the clothes on your back. Though it was dark, you would easily be able to find your way to Isaiah’s house: you’d sneaked out in the middle of the night to see him many times previously without your parents knowledge. Still, the thought of who could be lurking around every alley way frightened you your core. And so, you ran. Your eyes began to cloud with every second you spent in the rain — but you couldn’t tell if it was your own tears or the droplets falling onto your face that impaired your vision. The heels of your shoes smacked on to the cobbled streets with every step you took, occasionally plunging into small puddles gathered into potholes on the street and splashing the greying water up the wet and worn stocking already clinging to your legs.

You made it to Isaiah’s home in less than ten minutes. Noticing the only light left on in the house was his own, you rapped on the door hard — never ceasing as the relentless rain continued to beat down on you hard. From within the home, you heard the faint sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. While they were slow at first, the pace picked up with the sound of the never-ending knocking.

“I’m fuckin’ coming, alright? Pack it in, will y’ — [Y/N]?”

Isaiah’s groans came to a halt when he flung open the door in frustration. His face fell when he saw your appearance: your hair was soaking a dripping down onto the floor, your cheeks had lost they’re usual pinkened flush that seemed to appear whenever you were around the boy, the dress you wore had began to hang to your body wherever it could. He quickly ushered you inside, your skin cold to the touch. Flinging his jacket off his shoulders, Isaiah wrapped it around your own before holding your arms in efforts to stop your shivering. He brought your body close to his own, arms tightly enclosing your body as your head slotted beneath his own.

With a shaky breath, you confessed “I told them I love you, so he kicked me out.”

“You love me?”

Isaiah furrowed his eyebrows as he inquired, never failing to hold on to you. You simply let out a chuckle at his lack of knowledge.

“Do you really think I’d leave my own home and run through the pouring rain for you if i didn’t?”

Isaiah merely smiled down at you, “I love you, too.”

“You’re not just saying that because I just said I ran through the pouring rain for you, are you?” You squinted up at him with an inquisitive look falling on your face. He pulled you in close to him with a hearty chuckle.

“Oh shut up! Come on, lets get you changed – you’re fucking soaking.”

“You just want to get me out of my clothes.”

please STOP POSTING ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! just because you have seen it doesn’t mean everyone else got the chance too. it’s so frustrating that i won’t be able to be shocked when things happens because people keep posting spoilers without giving a warning for it.

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Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of “that someone”. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by “no pain no gain” caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. If you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will not meet the love of your life for 10 years.

Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible… Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.

love <3

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

10 of Pentz came thruuu

Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!

I could seriously use this money right now….

Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…

I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash

No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.

So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.

Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…

Pls..

Couldn’t hurt. I’m desperately hurting for cash

I need it

Reblog if you read imagines before you go to bed

Where do you live? Do you accept a bed spacer? I can pay rent. I'll work for you

Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow

I could use that.

Reblog this and money will be entering your life this week

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

It Works the money is on its way!

Need this.

Of course

It worked tho

I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

ENERGY

OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED

Positive vibes!!!!!

Can definitely use this in preparation for the move.

Money postttt

Need this energy while i look for my next job..!

Yes ok these literally always work

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

i h8 u

Imagine you are in a relationship with Alex Høgh Andersen.