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The Signs as Things 2017 Taught Me

Aries: There are days that leave you winded with how many times you get punched in the gut. There are days that make your ribs ache from how hard you have to work to get the air in. There are days that allow for nothing but clenched teeth. Even these days pass.

Taurus: It is absolutely incredible what a walk in the park can do. What the grace and benevolence of trees can teach you. You love them for their silhouettes against the sun, for their ability to damn the desperate hold of gravity and grow against it. You learn from it.

Gemini: Write it down. Every day, every moment, whether “worth” cataloguing, or just the usual banality. I never thought I was the sort of person to maintain a journal. Then I did. And it taught me to see myself better. To ruminate and reflect. To live, for a moment, in retrospect.

Cancer: All you need sometimes is a good cry. Seriously, nothing feels better than breaking down when life’s been pushing you to that tipping point and my god, all that toxic build-up leaving you is no weakness. It’s the best kind of release that requires immense courage. (And a good, strong cup of tea after.)

Leo: Look into your mirror more often. Whether you’re puffy-eyed after a sleepless night or flushed from a party where you had your first kiss, that person in your mirror was the only one truly there. Remember that face. Remember it as the one that will never leave your side.

Virgo: As much as you’d like to believe it, life isn’t a fairytale, where good things always happen to good people. But you know what, fairytales were always meant to teach us that the only thing we can control is our response to situations. So go ahead, do good, and be good anyway.

Libra: Make art like your life depends on it, because it does. I have realised that being kind to yourself is harder when your mind is on a self-criticism rampage. Art is my way to shut it up. Art is what allows me to be endlessly kind, especially to myself.

Scorpio: You will not always have the right words for people. Their grief is something you’ll want to endlessly save them from, and you’ll feel so terribly sad and helpless that you can’t. But people require patience. Your job is to be gentle. To hold what needs to be held.

Sagittarius: Going places by yourself, even if it’s the grocery down the street, and doing things for yourself, makes you feel so incredibly brave sometimes. It sounds like such a small thing, but a bus caught, a city navigated, some stationery bought—by yourself—has the potential to turn your day around.

Capricorn: No matter how hard you work, it’ll all be for nothing if you allow yourself to grow complacent. Everything you aspire for demands consistency from you. Failure is your reminder to never take things for granted. More importantly, it’s a reminder to not take your abilities for granted.

Aquarius: The hardest thing in the world is to be your own person. And the only thing in the world worth being is your own person. No one else is a standard to measure yourself against. To be an individual is to be your own standard, and to constantly strive to surpass it.

Pisces: It’s incredible how much we can endure if we just allow our lungs to do their job. Listen, I sat on so many rooftops this year and recognised both homesickness and solace, experienced both heartbreak and laughter. This world is a wound, it needs its time to heal. Just breathe.

(These are extremely personal and subjective points, but I hope you related to at least a few. I hope 2017 has been a good teacher to you as well. May 2018 grant us lessons and love; may it make us endlessly kind and gentle with ourselves, and patient and grateful towards life. Happy new year!)

The Seven Signs || MYG

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: A little bit of everything

Word count: 11.3 k (this is one long mother effing imagine)

Summary:

There are certain things Min Yoongi never does. NEVER. So when the boys start noticing the changes, they clue into whats going on. But it seems like Yoongi and you are the only ones who don’t know because well he is him and you are you.  

A/N: I wrote this about a year ago when I was just getting into BTS. I was going through Yoongi feels at the time. But since its a new year I decided to tweak this a bit and post it for you guys. Enjoy!  



The boys sit around in a circle in the middle of the night, their voices a hushed whisper. Namjoon sits as the the facilitator of the small group which has broken out into an argument. An argument about whether or not their fellow member Min Yoongi has fallen in love with you or not.

The mix of whisper yelling and arguments begins to make Namjoon agitated when in reality was the one that introduced the idea to the other boys. He noticed Yoongi’s unusual behaviour first and clued the boys in, who then began to notice signs of their own.

But sitting in the midst of the chaos called conversation among BTS members, his head begins to take on a splitting headache. He gently massages his temples, and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration for his attempts to get them to listen to him fail not once, not twice but over a dozen times.

“Okay shut up” he actually yells and the other 5 boys freeze immediately as his voice carries thought the silent dorm. They all look at each other in horror for the fear of having woken up Yoongi, who sleeps soundly in his room, unaware that his love life has become a topic of  heated discussion among his friends.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 5  A/B/O

A/N: WOW. So here it is y’all (; part 5! I may or may not have gotten carried away a little, but that’s what happens when i write a/b/o fics lol. I hope y’all like  it! ENJOY! - Delilah (-:

Warnings: Heavy sexual content. M/F. Swearing. Daddy Kink. Angst. NSFW. (If you’re uncomfortable with this, keep scrolling.)

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something I’ve been thinking about lately in regards to character design is that you can never get 100% aesthetic pleasure in any design and have it be really INTERESTING. Which isn’t to say you can’t make interesting designs beautiful, but…if I refined my aesthetic taste in characters down to a purified ingot of just what I found most attractive, it’d be pretty boring to look at.

With monster designs especially you can get some pretty milquetoast stuff by just including what is most attractive about a beastly character. Usually this manifests in young/inexperienced designers making ‘scary’ designs that are nothing but oooooooo spooky sharp teeth ooooooh empty eye sockets oooooh antlers/tentacles/wings/stitches/strategically placed wounds on an otherwise conventionally attractive person oooooooo

You also see this a lot with that same group of artists translating popular horror or creepypasta characters into their style; the appeal of the characters is drawn to the surface, smoothing out into a bland attractiveness that obliterates the oddities and flaws that drew people to the character in the first place.

None of this is inherently bad (draw what u like), but it is boring. It took me a really long time to realize that I had to flavor my designs with elements that would be unappealing on their own, that didn’t always push my buttons in juuuuust the right way. 100% aesthetic appeal is like eating sugar straight out of the bag: you get tired REAL quickly. It’s not until you add salt, spice, maybe some heat (which are also flavors you probably wouldn’t scarf down on their own) that it actually begins to get tasty.

Chasing Pavements

Originally posted by giffingshit


Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) came back to Hawkins and attended Snow Ball to have fun with the party, but then discovered something that would just break her heart.

Word count: 1.653

Posted: 22nd of November 2017

A/N: Hey guys! Another imagine is up. This song stumbled on my Spotify playlist and I thought of doing it with Steve Harrington x Reader, since it would be less awkward. I had no bad intentions when I was writing this, okay? Finn is my son!

Anyway, I loved this scene and it really captured my heart. Guys, find someone who would look at you like the way Mike looks at Eleven.

I hope you like it and enjoy reading guys! Please tell me what you think about it in the comments below, thank you!

- G. x

Link: Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)


It was your school’s Snow Ball and you were really happy that you were able to come back to Hawkins in time and attend the event without any problems.

Your cute dress swayed as you walked across the gym, doll shoes slowly tapping on the floor. Your face slowly became red and hot as you noticed that some people were looking at you, observing you from head to toe. You were so shy and timid, but you kept on roaming your eyes around and you could see the different types of decors and designs that have been used to embellish the venue. At first, you couldn’t believe that they managed to fix your simple and old school gym, but then you thought that nothing was impossible.

“(Y/N)!” Your four boy best friends chimed in unison as they caught your glance. You sheepishly smiled at them as they walked towards you to give you a tight, but warm embrace. They welcomed you back and you could say that they missed your presence so much, nevertheless you left them without any warning.

“Oh my God, you are all good looking,” You complimented the boys, right after examining their outfits. You were obviously surprised, because they grew up so much in the past few months that you were gone. “and Dustin, I love the hair!” You winked at him, earning a wide and sweet smile from the boy. You thought that maybe he got some tips from Steve Harrington, one teenage boy that he used to detest so much.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either, (Y/N).” Mike exclaimed back, flashing you a flattered smile. Your heart suddenly beat fast as you heard his sweet words, making you blush a little bit too. You heard your friends cheering for you and Mike, making their eyebrows dance wildly to poke fun at you.

“I think that you two should talk.” Lucas said, excusing himself from the group. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you couldn’t understand what Lucas meant. You earned some cheeky smiles from Will and Dustin, meaning that they were teasing you with Mike.

Of course, after all the years that you have known each other, they knew what you felt for Mike. He was your first crush, maybe your first love too. It was obvious and your friends noticed it by the way you looked at him, by the way you cared about him, by the way you talk to him. They said that sparkles were always seen in your eyes and your smile was warm enough to emanate heat and love. In fact, they were right. You liked Mike and you just couldn’t deny it. But why Mike didn’t seem to notice it?

“Idiots!” Mike playfully exclaimed and the boys just shrugged everything off, quickly following Lucas’ path to leave you both alone.

You took the empty seats near you and you watched some kids as they slow-danced with their partners. You could feel the tension between you and Mike and it somehow made you feel uncomfortable, nevertheless he was your best friend and you had a strong on-going bond.

“Why did you leave?” Mike suddenly blurted out, breaking the silence between you. He tried to catch your gaze, but you did your very best to avoid it. “I mean, suddenly. Without saying goodbye to the party.”

You quickly felt guilty for leaving them with their obliviousness. You thought that you weren’t that important to them that they would never notice your absence if you ever left. “I’m sorry. My grandfather suddenly felt bad, making us move back to Chicago for a while.” You downheartedly explained to him.

You were really feeling bad for leaving them behind. They were your best friends and you missed them. You also heard that some incredible things happened during your absence.

“I am offended, do you know that?” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lower lip as you tried to understand his statement. “Why didn’t you call or write? I was worried sick about you.”

“And you are right to feel that way,” You said without any hesitations. You knew that they didn’t deserve it. “I just don’t know why I didn’t write as soon as I reached Chicago. I am not even searching for any excuses, I am just sorry.”

“Will needed you beside him, the boys,” He muttered with a big disappointment in his voice. “and I did too.”

“I’m sorry, Mike.” He caressed the palm of your hand with his thumb and he shook his head, meaning that it wasn’t nothing. “I even promised you that I would never leave you.”

“It’s already passed,” He nonchalantly exclaimed, being the empathic Mike that he was. “I was just afraid of Will’s situation, the Mind Flayer, and, of course, I was worried about you. I really did, I didn’t want for you to go away.”

You took a deep breath and he really knew how to make you feel bad. You were afraid of Will’s situation too, mostly after what happened to him last year in the Upside Down. You were with them and you shared great memories together, nonetheless your fear of losing one of your friends.

“I had no choice, Mike.” You looked at him for a short period of time, but then detached your gaze off him.

“I know, but, first, it was El and then it was you.” He disappointedly responded, thinking of how bad the world was without his friends. “I have always needed you, my best friend, beside me.”

You flashed him a sad and apologetic smile, although you were happy to know that he still considered you as his best friend. You did nothing but just bad things, you should have never left them without saying any word. “I am really sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” He slowly nodded his head as he squeezed your hand once again. You felt the excitement and the electricity the whole time he was holding your hand, but did he feel the same? “it really is!”

An awkward silence was built between the two of you. You should be partying, instead of sitting in a corner. You both unleashed a deep sigh as you felt worse for what has happened in the past months.

“Mike,” You broke the silence as you caught his soft gaze. All of the kids were dancing, except the two of you. There was a sweet song going on and it was a shame if you would have just stayed there, alone and motionless. “What do you think if we-“ You courageously started your proposal, oblivious of what was about to happen.

Words suddenly left your mouth as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in front of the gym’s entrance. Your heart suddenly fell on the ground, breaking itself in little pieces, as Mike stood up, leaving your hand as fast as he could. He took a step forward and you quickly stood up, ready to follow him.

“Shit, guys!” You heard Dustin exclaim desperately, but you didn’t mind him. You just let things run through your mind, without processing them properly.

You tortured your reddish lower lip as you remembered some particular happenings in the past.

“Everything will be alright, Mike! She will come back.” You assured the frightened boy beside you. His eyes were red and puffy as his tears endlessly flowed down. He just lost his friend, his loved one.

“What if it never happens?” He managed to say the words perfectly in between of his desperate sobs.

“Then it will be my turn to make you feel better.” You blurted out as your heart beat in a jiffy. “Aren’t that what best friends for, Mike?”

Of course, you were just a best friend in his eyes. It didn’t matter if you loved him, someone else captured his heart and that was Eleven.

“You will never leave me?” He downheartedly asked you. He was afraid to be left behind and you perfectly understood why: he cared about you.

“Never, Mike, never.” You fearlessly stated with a smile “I promise.”

The loud and sweet familiar song broke your thoughts, still staring at the girl. The space between them and Mike slowly diminished as she walked towards your direction.

“Eleven?” You mumbled softly, but Mike still managed to hear it. You couldn’t deny that the girl changed, she grew up and her hair was longer than the last time you saw her. She was a beautiful girl with a precious heart and it was so hard to hate on her. In fact, you never did. Mike might have loved her, but you would never hate on her just because of that.

“Yeah, she’s back!” Mike excitedly exclaimed. “You knew it all along.”

“Yeah.” You faked a smile before breaking your gaze with Mike.

Mike corrugated his forehead as he noticed the fake smile on your face, he was your best friend and he knew you very well. “So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing!” You lied through your teeth as you shook your head. “Have fun, okay?”

“Same to you, (Y/N).” He cheerfully smiled before giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. He wanted for you to be happy, nevertheless your happiness was about to dance with some other girl.

You gave him a nod while you watched him heading towards Eleven’s direction. You silently watched them as they talked, noticing how Michael Wheeler grabbed her hands.

“Thank you!” He mouthed to you and you just smiled at him, slowly turning away with a shattered heart from the couple in front of you.

You thought that you would just give up this time, not even trying to chase pavements anymore. After all, Mike was already contented with his girl and it was not even worth to fight for his love anymore.


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A/N: Been working on this for a while, actually convinced myself not to post it, so I might delete it again, haha. Feedback is always lovely.

Word count: 3,614

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Originally posted by smendesgifs


His hands were running down your body, rubbing your tights with his long fingers, leaving your skin burning behind as he always accomplished to do.

Shawn’s tongue slipped out of your mouth and he bit your lip roughly instead, knowing you liked when he did that. It let a small whimper escape your trembling lips.

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Tip #32

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS? 

  • Cup of (green) tea
  • Cup of coffee
  • Get distracted by tumblr
  • Get distracted by anything eg. put a movie on, work out etc.
  • Hang out with your friends instead of staying at home where temptations are
  • Go to bed early
  • Sip on water - small sips make you forget about your cravings
  • Chewing gum or brush your teeth - nothing tastes more nasty than food that isn’t supposed to be minty
  • Do homework
  • Discipline yourself and don’t give in

anonymous asked:

Tim is basically "I Got NO Sleep Last Night" by CollegeHumor when talking to the rogues.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you one of the best asks I’ve ever received, and the result:

(Watch the original here


[Poison Ivy and Scarecrow, crouching outside a medical lab that specialises in plant research]

Poison Ivy [to Scarecrow]: So, we break in very carefully, only take what we came for, turn ourselves into the police, and then… [smashes window] Just kidding!

[both laugh as they enter the lab]

Scarecrow: We don’t play by your rules, motherfucker!

[Red Robin swings in behind them, looking somewhat worse for wear]

Tim [wearily]: Hey guys…

Scarecrow: You okay, Red Robin? You look a little–

Tim: –Tired? I am, I got no sleep last night.

Poison Ivy [half-heartedly]: …Sorry?

Tim [pouring himself a cup of coffee from the lab’s coffee-maker]: THANK YOU. Ugh. I mean it’s like, I’m gonna to need this whole pot to get through patrol.

Scarecrow [firmly]: We can’t listen to you tell a story about how you didn’t get any sleep. You don’t deserve anything for that.

Poison Ivy: It’s like the most boring conversation imaginable. 

Tim [putting a lid on his paper cup]: No, but listen, okay? I’m starting my bedtime routine, nothing crazy, brushing my teeth et cetera and I get into bed. It’s just before midnight and I cannot get comfortable.

Scarecrow [getting angry]: That’s enough!

Tim: I don’t know what it is…

Poison Ivy: If you don’t shut up, I’m going to beat your ass.

Tim [getting passionate and waving his arms]: The thing is, its not like cramps or like muscle stuff. It’s just uncomfortable? Does that make any sense?

Poison Ivy [stands, red-faced and stalks towards Tim]: That’s it!

[Tim continues, unperturbed and dodges Poison Ivy’s kicks and punches while holding his coffee]

Tim: Eventually I’m like, okay, let’s just try the right side. And as I’m finally relaxing, boom. Text message. 

[bones crunch as Tim holds Poison Ivy in a one-handed wristlock. She cries out in pain and Tim keeps talking over her]

Tim: I forgot to put my phone on Do Not Disturb!

[Scarecrow yells and attacks Tim, throwing punches that are easily dodged]

Tim: It’s a group thread. [Scarecrow tries choking him] It’s like Nightwing trying to get us all to hang out on a Wednesday night. [Tim manoeuvres his coffee out of the way without spilling it and pushes Scarecrow away] Sorry guys, you know. [punches Scarecrow in the throat] I have school in the morning.

Poison Ivy [grabs a broom and swings it at him]: You know, a lot of people don’t get a full night’s sleep, Red Robin, they just fucking DEAL WITH IT! 

Tim [takes the broom and hands Pam his coffee]: And the worst part is, [jabs Scarecrow in the stomach] when I saw my phone I see what time it is.

[jabs Pam in the stomach with the broom and catches the coffee that flies out of her hand, getting worked up]

Tim: It’s 12:45. I’m full of dread at this point!

[Scarecrow smashes a bottle against a table and attacks Tim with it]

Tim: I get up and I get a warm glass of milk, [whacks Scarecrow with the broom] a melatonin, [spins around and takes out Poison Ivy] and I say to myself– oh, this is yours by the way [tosses the broom on top of Ivy on the floor]– I say to myself: [stabs Scarecrow in the leg with his own bottle, he screams in agony] Just chill! You know, sleep will come to you.

Poison Ivy: Everyone, Red Robin’s recounting how he didn’t get enough sleep last night.

Tim: So, I’m back in bed. I put on Bones, a show that I have zero investment in… and you know I’m almost sure it’ll put me to sleep. 

Harley Quinn [suddenly shows up wielding a baseball bat]: Get him!

[Tim sets down his coffee, yawning as a host of Rogues and their lackeys suddenly break into the building, shouting.]

Tim [takes out one of the thugs and continues to monologue as they surround him]: Something’s going on with patrol tonight. You know, it feels like these villains are popping. It’s like if CSI were a little more charming, and a little more fun, does that make any sense? Anyway…”

[Tim starts taking them out with his bo staff as he rolls around the floor]

Tim: Two hours in, and I’m like to myself, what are you doing? You’ve gotta be up in like, four hours.

Tim [jumps up brandishing his staff]: And at that point, I’m up.

[groans from injured rogues that lay splayed about on the ground. Tim lets out a small scoff as he surveys them, picking up his cup of coffee]

Tim: Geez, wish I could sleep at work. [slurps coffee]

forever and a night | jjk

summary: the werewolf in the forest isn’t dangerous, you told them, he’s just a boy with beautiful eyes and a heart of gold.
{werewolf!au}
pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 7k (whoops)
genre: fluff, angst
warning: graphic depictions of violence, death
a/n: to the anon that didn’t want angst: i’m sorry!

part 2 of my fear is forever series. sequel to fear in your eyes

It’s as if the breath gets sucked out of your lungs all at once, leaving you empty and weak, because that’s how you feel under his piercing gaze, those dark eyes suddenly a lot more frightening than they appeared five minutes ago. Scared, that’s what you are. Scared, alone, and good as dead.

“It’s true?” You somehow manage to utter out, your mouth likely working on autopilot at this point, brain still frazzled. “What they say is true?”

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Realisation

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but I thought this could make up for it! I have so much stuff in my drafts that I need to post, I just don’t have to confidence to post it lmao

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Warnings: Angst (kind of, more like bickering), smutty smut - I’m being serious…

Word count: 3.5K

Originally posted by chimeracuddles

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader

Modern AU, Punk!Ben/Kylo - Baker!Reader

Prompt: Ben Solo x reader where they’re at readers 21st birthday party and they play a drunk 7 minutes in heaven. 

Word count: 6.4K

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, getting drunk. Nothing else really. 

Tags: @nightsofren

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Originally posted by reyloshionship


Your (Y/H/C) fell in front of your face as you put the last touches on the baked goods you were making for your own birthday. Of course, you hadn’t trusted anyone but yourself with it. Why would you? Despite owning your own bakery and having other bakers among you, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had a vision and you wanted exactly what you had foreseen. Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from asking to assist you.

               You were perfectly capable yourself and of course, you trusted no one with your very secret chocolate pomegranate macaron recipe. You even made little bits of icing that looked like pomegranate seeds to top the little French treats once they were done, all crafted from your own imagination. Everything was your own in the bakery, but these most of all. You pressed on, invitations sent out, fliers scattered around town, a digital flier posted to your website and to the Instagram that your staff ran, but nonetheless you were nervous. Your bakery would host a small party, your birthday being unknown, thanks to your lovely employees, Rey and Poe but the planning and baking was more than you could handle. In fact, the workload stressed you out to the point where you were lacking sleep and taking 15-minute naps during breaks and while your pastries and goods were in the oven. You were so wrapped up in your prep work that you didn’t register the silver bell at the door ding and the sudden hush that seemed to sweep across the elegant space.

               The first thing that the “Intruder”, as you called him, noticed was the Victorian railings that led down the three steps down and into the quaint place. He also took notice of the crème wallpaper pattered and littered with twirls of flowers and vines and deeply admired it. He loved the place endlessly despite that you kicked him out at whatever expense you could afford; he found this more amusing than anything and enticed him to keep coming back to push your buttons. The walls were littered with photographs you had taken, framed in handpicked vintage frames with a gold frottage. The bakery was your heart and soul and it showed. From the furnished dark hardwood floors, to the trims right by the ceiling, it was a deeply rooted part of you. This made the man’s heart swell three times bigger if that was a possibility. The nerves that shook him whenever he strolled in were greater than you could fathom. You couldn’t possibly imagine why he kept coming back after you continuously kicked him out time and time again but in a sense it was endearing.

“Hey, Intruder at one o’clock.” Rey nudged you, smile spreading across her face, and sauntered to the back to roll out the dough for your cinnamon buns. A groan tumbled from your lips and into the open air and the action that would have accompanied it would be you slamming your head into the counter but you resisted. Why had he come back? Of all people, why did the punk with an attitude have to come back and taunt you on one of your biggest days? You straightened yourself out, hands brushing against your black apron, tucking your hair back, and with that you let out a huff of air and made your way over to the cash register.

“Hey,” the “Intruder” began but you were quick to snap.

“What the hell do you want, Ren?” You spat at the man before you. He closed his eyes tight and looked to his feet. His dark curls falling in front of his face as a heavy curtain to shield his emotions. You refused to let yourself get close to anyone, much less the man before you. He seemed impulsive and reckless, a man that good looking could never bring anything good into your life. The dark figure chewed the inside of his cheek for a bit before flicking his caramel eyes up to yours, a soft expression adorning them.

“A cof- an espresso. Bitter as it can be and uh,” his eyes briefly lefts your face and to the menu on the wall, “a pomegranate-” He never finished his nervous thought though.

“It’s off the menu.” You snapped back at him. “You can have the coffee but the pomegranate macaron is off the menu.” You crossed your arms over your chest and your facial expression was stone. You drew some attention from your regulars and they gave you quizzical looks but you ripped your gaze away from them and pretended to not care.

“Alright, well, then I’ll take that coffee for here,” the man emphasised as a cocky smirk grew across his face, “and whatever treat you’ll let me have, sweetheart.” His voiced dripped with sarcasm and an undertone of something smugger.

“I can treat you to a nice kick in the-” but your exchange was cut short by Poe stepping in and apologising for you. You loved Poe and he was one of your first friends and employees but sometimes he was just far too kind. His eyes were inviting and his mousey brown hair was what every woman would ever deem as dreamy. The one thing you absolutely adored and loathed about your friend; however, was that he was far too much of a kind soul.

“Fresh cinnamon rolls! We have a batch fresh from the oven and Rey is currently rolling out some more for the party a little later tonight. Have one on the house. (Y/N)’s treat.” A smile flashed across your best bakers face and it infuriated you. It was a smile that melted hearts but you wanted to do nothing more than strangle your friend in that moment. He was practically giving a peace offering to the pompous asshole that stood before you.

               For the next hour or so you worked away at your macarons begrudgingly while you glared at the tall and brooding man sitting at the very far table closest to the shop window. He sipped his espresso, knowing that every single sip he took bothered you and every bite of his cinnamon roll made you want to physically roll him out the door. He took pleasure in watching your blood slowly boil and then some. At one point he stopped chiming into your game of who could piss who off the most and he became engrossed in a book he had brought with him. He actually knows what a book is? You thought to yourself before shaking your head and heading to put your macarons in the oven for a quarter hour. Rey and Poe exchanged a brief glance before Rey approached you. You barely registered Poe going out to the front and instead focused on Rey.

“So what’s with you and Kylo?” A suggestive smirk befell her lips and she put all her weight into one hip almost in a contrapposto manner. This was enough to make your roll your eyes into the back of your head and let out a long groan.

“Fucking, nothing,” you spoke through your teeth, “how dare he come back into my shop and taunt me the way he has. I mean, god he irks me so damn much. How many times do I have to kick him out Rey? How many until he gets that he’s not welcome here?” You leaned your back against the counter in the kitchen and sighed out before looking to your feet. “It’s not- it’s not just…”

“What isn’t?” Your friend asked you carefully. She didn’t want to push you too far and have you retract your feelings. You refused to admit that you found Kylo Ren attractive in the least. His freckles and beauty marks that adorned his face, the sleek and curled locks that shaped and captured his face perfectly, his high cheekbones and near perfect facial structure. You refused to believe these thoughts and you always shoved them to the back burner violently.

“If you say anything, I’ll murder you.” You warned before letting out a defeated sigh. “It’s not just down to him, and I know I’m being a jackass but nothing good can come from someone that pretty okay? Nothing. I’m just trying to look out for myself.” You pushed off the counter and your face turned back into a stone cold expression before you walked back out to greet a few customers. Little did you know that Poe and Rey had already formulated a plan for the two of you.

At the front counter, you were greeted by Kylo and the dishes he had used, book tucked under his arm. You noticed that it was one of your favourites; Girl in a Band the memoir by Kim Gordon. That alone was enough to make your heart nearly melt. It wasn’t a classic novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald but nonetheless, it was one of your absolute favourite memoirs written by one of your favourite people. You bit your lip and let your eyes flick over the taller man’s face before letting them land on the counter in front of you.

“So uh- I didn’t want you to exert yourself, thought I’d bring the dishes over to you.” His hard gaze not wavering from you. At his comment, your head shot up and your eyes narrowed, a toxic gaze digging into the “Intruder”.

“I am capable of walking over there myself, asshole.” You spit at him. “I mean, really? You don’t want me to exert myself? What the fuck is your problem?” You refused to accept that he did such a thing because it was from the good of his heart. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Okay, well sorry that I noticed that you’re dead tired, that you’re clearly overworking yourself, and that every step you take you looks like you could collapse. I’m sorry for trying to give a single,” he waved his hand dismissively in front of his face and shook his head, “you know what? Never mind. I’ll drop by tonight. Happy birthday, (y/n).” Kylo dropped a twenty on the counter and walked out of the bakery, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. How did he know it was your birthday? Only the personal invites you sent out were an indicator of what celebration you were putting on.


The bakery’s party began to die down and most treats were sold out completely by the end of the night, a small box of macarons was left and maybe a cinnamon bun or two. Coconut ice cream remained but a substantially smaller amount than the night had started with. Streamers and confetti littered the floor and you had trouble cleaning every bit of it up. Eventually, your lovely staff told you to book it home and get some rest and get ready before the party and you actually listened. Little did you know of their plans.

When you managed to make it up the stairs and through the door, you flopped down onto your couch and kicked your shoes off. You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a sigh through your nose, your eyes feeling heavy. A quick nap never did anyone harm, did it?

Low light and the crack of vinyl. New Wave flowed through the air and swam around you, entrancing you in its distorted and messy melodies. You swayed, warm hands firmly on your waist and yours on the person’s shoulders. The warmth and happiness hammered into your chest and the smile that adorned your face hurt but you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You look lovely tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine as the deep voice spoke in a whisper next to your ear. It echoed in your dream and moulded with the music playing. “Enticing, entrancing, beautiful. I had to tell you, my love.”

You shot up from your sleep and shook yourself from your thoughts. They were utterly ridiculous, besides, you had things to do and a party to get ready for. The nap did you some good and you couldn’t deny it but the dream ran shivers down your spine and flashed across your vision many a time. Hopping onto your feet, you padded into the kitchen and got glasses of all sorts; for wine, shots, beer, and regular drinking glasses. Nobody would drink from a solo cup at your party. It was going to be a fairly large one and everyone was welcome to bring a plus one despite being an intimate party. You knew it would get out of hand with the number of people you knew and had worked with through the years. It would be a great time and you knew that only your friends would end up staying until some absurd hour in the night.

Once the drinks were laid out, you jogged over to your room and began getting ready. You took a comb to your (H/L) (H/C) hair and brushed it out with haste before moving on to what you’d wear. You knew that your work attire was only to seem presentable to the public but now you could be yourself. You ripped out a pair of black jeans and threw them on, jumping up and down while trying to pull them on. You nearly trashed your closet for a shirt until you found one you bought at your favourite bands show. Over that you threw on an oversized faux leather jacket and you were near set. You kept everything else the way you had since you started the day.

               With an hour left until your gathering began, you started to bring out snacks. The batch of peppermint macarons were new and they were a choice snack but the last of the pomegranate ones remained tucked away. You felt bad and you saved them for a very particular person, and this was against your better judgement. You knew it but you felt awful. Not even fifteen minutes passed and the doorbell rang. Someone was here incredibly early. You’d hope it would be Poe or Rey to help you set up but when you swung the door open you saw the person you least expected who was shifting from foot to foot.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You bit your tongue as soon as you saw the man’s attire and the nervousness that seeped through him. What happened to the cocky man that you knew and tried to convince yourself you loathed? He wore an outfit that reflected yours but instead of a band t-shirt, he wore a loose fitting white collar shirt under his leather jacket. Fitting jeans hugged his legs and he wore Docs on his feet to emphasise his personality and effort to look slightly elegant and dressed up for you.

“I- Didn’t Poe tell you?” He inquired. At this your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Was Poe supposed to tell you anything? What did Poe do? As you connected the dots your blood boiled and you felt the tips of your ears get hot. Your friends and best employees had invited this nuisance to your 21st birthday? “I’ll take that as a no.” Kylo avoided your gaze completely and started to turn away.

“Wait!” You reached out and grabbed his hand, meaning to grab his arm instead but you had made your move and it was final. As soon as you touched his hand your dream flashed across your eyes and you dropped his hand as if it was a hot pan straight from the oven. “Sorry. Come in.” You stepped aside in order to make room for him to step past the doorway and into your humble abode. Despite not being the biggest fan of his, he was cordially invited by your friend as his plus one and you wanted to at least try to make him feel welcome. After all, would you even see him after people came in? Kylo gave you a hesitant look before shifting once again from foot to foot, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a step across the entryway. The antsy demeanour didn’t leave him until well into the night.

“I don’t want to intrude, really. I already do in your shop I can’t- Can I help you with anything?” You closed the door after Ren nervously spoke and sighed gently. You didn’t notice the way his eyes looked over you in adoration, a star-struck, lovesick expression taking over him for a few seconds before he tried to compose himself. “I might as well make myself useful since I’m forty-five minutes early. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to work overtime on your birthday. It’s not just.” His sincerity spilt from him and he made his way over to the drinks table.

“You want to make yourself useful?” You scoffed, wanting to kick yourself in the ass for how rude you were being. The further you pushed him the better. You couldn’t possibly let yourself fall for the punk. “How about you make a salad, think you can handle that, Ren?” Your heart hammered in your chest. Being a jackass was never so hard for you. As soon as the words left your mouth and your defences were up, Kylo retaliated and hid his discomfort the same way you had.

“A goldfish could make a salad. Just tell me what you want for it and where to find it.” He pushed past you, knocking your shoulder on the way to the fridge. You rolled your eyes and muttered that the recipe was on the fridge door and you stormed off into the living room to choose some music to play so that you wouldn’t need to sit in agonising silence with the impossible man before you. You shuffled through your record collection unbeknownst to Kylo’s gazes and looks to your general direction. You plucked a few records from your collection and ran a hand through your hair which caused your guest to nearly choke on his spit.

“If you have an issue with what I chose to play you can suck it.” You called out as you turned on your record player and gently pulled out Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and placed it gently on the turntable in order to play it loud and proud. It rang out through your apartment and with the first note, Kylo’s head shot up and his eyes fell on you in awe. This was not what he expected from a more or less quiet baker.

“You listen to Sabbath?” He called out as he started to chop some kale for the quinoa and chickpea salad you wanted to make. He debated asking you a follow up question of what else you had in your extensive collection but he bit his sharp tongue and continued making the recipe you had written out.

“If you don’t listen to Sabbath, Ren, you’ve gone down a rabbit hole.” You spat and shrunk in on yourself. Why did you have to be so rude to him? What had he done to you? Come on, look at him! The slope of his nose, his beautiful profile, and his strong jawline. You quickly dismissed your thoughts but you couldn’t help but steal glances at the beautiful man on occasion.

“Ben. Call me Ben.” He corrected but didn’t spare you a glance. “You’re right though. That’s why I listen to Sabbath on a day to day basis. Can’t go wrong with that. Have you got any Greta Van Fleet?” He asked you and you nearly choked on your spit. You strut over to Ben, hips swaying gently side to side to the music and you hummed along, entranced.

“Bought their record a few weeks ago and can’t get enough of it. Why, Ren?” You ignored his statement about his name and venom dripped from your tongue as you inquired. You were being an asshole and you knew it. All in good defence, right?

“It’s Ben. And because they’re good. Combination of AC/DC, The Who, and a few other iconic solo artists. But they make a sound for themselves. It’s really cool. Thought I’d recommend them if you didn’t already know them but you beat me to it.” A genuine smile graced Ben’s lips and your heart leapt into your throat, breath hitching.

               The forty five minutes passed with the two of you making various salads and bruschetta for your gathering and eventually you mixed a punch that was a little too strong, but of course you’d need the extra kick if you wanted to get by tonight. Eventually your doorbell began to ring and your friends and theirs piled in and handed you various gifts, wished you a happy birthday and exchanged small talk. The apartment was getting louder and through the night you went through a good twelve records of yours. Some Sonic Youth, Greta Van Fleet – per Ben’s request, Bowie, and of course your fair share of Led Zeppelin. A drink was always in your hand and a smile plastered to your face, but that might have been because you were also, well, plastered. You drank wine, joined Poe and one of your childhood friends, Finn, in some shots. Rey dragged you off and popped open some champagne to toast to you and you never refused specifically so you could avoid Ben. Eventually, your dream came back to you and your chest got all bubbly and warm but not from the wine. The voice made you feel warm and welcomed and you couldn’t shake it.

A loud and booming voice broke your thoughts with a slur. “Hey everybody, gather round! We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!” You didn’t know who called it out but without thinking, you agreed. Everybody made their way to the living quarters from which the coffee table was pushed to the wall. A good fifteen people gathered around and sat in circle formation on the ground and the empty champagne bottle had been placed in the dead centre. “If anyone is unclear on the rules, just say so.” The unknown man called out. You didn’t pay much attention but Ben shuffled over and sat across from you with his legs crossed, a look of worry dawning upon him. To him, you looked carefree and relaxed. It pained him that you seemed to need the alcohol in order to feel that way but he let it be. There we very few people who didn’t play the game and Kylo- Ben- found himself joining in for reasons that you never would have expected. Normally you would have rolled your eyes and called him a pig, assuming he was playing in order to score seven minutes with you. His intentions were purely innocent despite what you could have thought. He played in order to keep you safe. He hated the idea of people taking advantage of you seeing as you were drunk. Despite the fact that it was a party with your friends, there were many people you didn’t know and some who dared attempt flirting. He worried but he would never admit it to you. Not with how you both interacted with one another.

               The first few rounds went by and many people came out of your cramped and dark closet beet red and flustered. Some were very drunk and some more sober than others but they’d all receive a round of cheers and applause over whatever band was playing. This went on until the champagne bottle landed on you and a giggle erupted from your throat. You were very drunk and were surprised that you didn’t see a blurry mass of bodies. You would not remember the night, and that was certain. You grabbed the bottle and let your gaze fall on the dishevelled punk before you spun it hard. Part of you prayed it wouldn’t land on him, but another part of you, a big and drunken part of you wanted nothing but for it to land on him. The bottle spun for what felt like an eternity until lit came to a slow halt in front of Ben. Your breath hitched as your eyes met his. You noticed how beautiful he looked in his nervous and jittery state and how attractive he appeared when he sucked his lip into his mouth. I wish his lip wasn’t the only thing he’s sucking right now. The thought ran through your head briefly before you extended your hand to him. With hesitance he took it and pulled you into the closet at which people wooed and cheered. You even heard a brief ‘GET SOME!’

               As soon as the closet door was shut, your friends started a timer and you wasted no time, pressing yourself to the large man before you. Startled he pushed you away gently but ran his hands down your arms and he slipped his rough hands into yours, giving them a squeeze. He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey.” He whispered to you. You didn’t understand. You craved his lips and you wanted them on yours without hesitation. You wanted fire and fervency, desire and need. Deep down buried under a haze you knew it was the overwhelming amount of alcohol doing the thinking but you couldn’t help what you craved.

“Hey, beautiful.” You slurred and took him aback, placing one of his hand low on your hip. His breathing became a bit heavier and he started to get antsy. You pushed yourself closer to his body, the warmth calling to you and so you tilted your head up and placed a quick little kiss on his chin, frowning as he had started to pull back.

“(Y/N), you don’t want this. You’re drunk. I can’t do this to you.” He whispered and moved a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re going to regret it in the morning.” His voice broke but in your daze you barely noticed. A small laugh bubbled from your throat and Ben had to bite back a smile. His heart fluttered at your laugh and your smile. It ached for you as it had since the day he first stepped into the shop and since you had first kicked him out.

“Ben, just- just one.” You tried to kiss him again but missed and he pushed you to an arms distance away.

“(Y/N), no. Listen to me.” He noticed your eyes glaze over. Little did he know that you were dreaming of him, flashes of your hazy dream earlier playing in front of you. Bits and pieces- that voice, that warmth. You shivered at his touch and craved more as it dawned on you that his hands on your hips felt even better than in your dream. “(Y/N), please look at me” He pleaded as you hummed. “I can’t- I- I can’t kiss you. Not like this okay? How would you feel in the morning?” Ben tried.

“Mm, I’d feel pretty damn good. One kiss.” And you tried to throw yourself at him once again but he pushed you away once again. “Damnit, Ren, why the fuck won’t you let me kiss you?! You stupid and beautiful son of a fucking- god you’re irritating. Just let me kiss your stupid face you fucking dick. This is why I tried to hate you!” You exclaimed. Your outburst took him by surprise and he jumped back slightly, bumping his head gently on the top shelf of your main closet. “God, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you to stick around. I should have kicked you out you- you-you bastard!” Sobs started to wrack your body and he pulled you close and shushed you, kissing the top of your head with love and care. “This is why I don’t trust pretty people, they’re no good. They’re- they’re only good for heartbreak.” Your muffled words lost in his shirt.

A pang of hurt ran through the man before you at the name you used for him. “Hey, hey, listen to me, in the morning, if you feel this way, tell me. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you against your will. You’re drunk. You’re very drunk and I can’t let you act upon impulse when drunk, okay? How would you feel if you woke up and found out we kissed? I can’t take advantage of you that way and it’s not just to you in the least.” He took a half step back and tilted your chin up so you’d look at him. “I care about you. I kept coming back to the shop because I hoped that I could tell you how I felt, and I know you kept kicking me out, I know, and I know I probably should have respected your wishes but I wanted to see more of you and I really really love seeing your hard work pay off. The second I step through the door to your shop, my anxieties die down and I feel at home and- and I love seeing your defensive stance against me. I love seeing you.” He whispers.

“Fuck off Ben…”

“Solo.” His voice cracked.

“Solo. You’re going to rip my heart out in the morning, aren’t you? Just like the last one did? You’re going to ruin me and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to be like everyone else and you’re going to,” but Ben cut you off with a warm and welcoming hug. Love and sincerity flowed through it and he wanted to make sure you felt exactly that. He wanted you to feel at home, to feel loved and respected. He wanted you to know what his intentions were and that he genuinely meant no harm to you.

“I swear to you I won’t.” And with those words, the closet door was ripped open and the two of you were pushed out. Neither went back to the game though and instead, you sat away, giggling over music until the night of fun ended. With how hammered you were, you could barely walk and you slurred directions to your room. Ben had placed you on the bed, removing your jacket and making sure you were covered with your duvet in order to keep you warm. Through his worry, he escorted people out and made sure all the doors were locked before taking the covers and a few pillows from your couch and making it back to your room. He arranged himself on the floor but didn’t sleep a wink in fear that you threw up and died. Truth was that for a tough punk who had an image to keep, Ben had very high anxiety and the only thing that masked it was him acting high and mighty. He laid back and stared up at your ceiling, thinking of the happenings in your closet and how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours and smile against them until the night ended. His chest started to swell with warmth and so he slammed his head into the pillow. He wanted to puke, to punch himself in the face, to put himself out of his misery because he knew that when you woke up you’d have a distaste for him greater than what used to be.


Come morning, you barely peeled your eyes open, the small amount of light that seeped through your curtains blinded you. You let out a pained groan and pulled the covers over your head but before you knew it, the light was gone and you heard a deep and groggy voice address you.

“How’d you sleep?” You nearly jumped out of your skin but you also couldn’t help but have your heart hammer into your chest from the budding feeling of love spreading through it.

“You stayed?” You very slowly pulled yourself up onto your elbows and looked at Ben, brief memories of last night flashing through your mind. You couldn’t help but notice his incredibly attractive bed hair that you desperately wanted to tug on so you could bring his plump lips to yours. You noticed his pronounced profile in the low light and you couldn’t help but find it very enticing. You barely registered the nod that Ben gave you as your eyes landed on his lips, which he was chewing due to his anxiety levels. Could this be more frustrating? You closed your eyes. “Come here.” You heard him swallow hard and he slowly approached you, hesitant and twitchy. “No, like come here.” You instructed as he stopped by your bed. You gently patted the spot next to you, causing Ben Solo to eye you carefully before he crawled onto the bed, keeping a distance but placing himself beside you. “Thank you, Ben.” Sincerity pooled into your eyes as you looked over his face, his freckles prominent and gently littering it as if small constellations.

“I can get you something for your hangover if you’d like? I’ll make coffee, I’ll,” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him towards you. His hands shot out and he caught himself before he fell onto you.

“I remember what you said, Ben. Every word. I remember.” His breath hitched and he let out an almost inhuman noise. “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I acted like I did because I was afraid that you’d hurt me. I was so afraid to let myself love and to let someone love me that I put up my walls so high that I didn’t realise how awful I was being. I appreciate you and I appreciate you staying with me, the curtains, the offer for coffee, the- why did you stay?” You managed to muster. A bright red hue tinted his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He refused to meet your eyes as he answered.

“I wanted to make sure that you didn’t throw up and die in your sleep.” His soft caramel eyes flicked to yours while your (Y/E/C) ones held his gaze steady. “I have a lot of anxiety.” He admit to you.

“You’re actually very kind, Solo. I’m sorry about how I treated you. I’m sorry I was so awful and that I called you a bastard. I- I actually, I set some of those chocolate pomegranate macarons aside for you. I- I thought it might have been a bad idea but I’m glad I did because…” Ben leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips through his smile and gentle laughter. You tried to kiss back but to your misfortune, he pulled away too soon.

“You saved some for me?” He laughed out. “You saved some… Here I was thinking you’d give them to me over your dead body.” He joked but you saw tears spring to his eyes and with that you grabbed his shirt and pressed your lips to his, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. Your lips moved together with need and fervency. He wanted to show you his love and you wanted to prove the passion you had for him in return. You let Ben’s strong arms slide across your waist and hike up your shirt, warm hands making contact with your burning skin. It felt heavenly to you and you needed him closer.

“Ben…” You breathed out between kisses, hot breath falling across the lips of your admirer. You slid your hands into his soft dark hair and tugged on it gently, earning a groan from your counterpart. With a shaky breath, Ben let your name tumble from his lips and onto yours, pushing closer to you but remaining above the covers. You tugged at his hair once again causing his lips to mould against yours as if a completed puzzle. A rush of scenes from your dream exploded across your vision; the sweet voice, the hands splayed across your body, the comfort you felt, but most of all, the adoration that radiated off the man. “Stay with me?” You pleaded through kisses. Ben’s mind was racing, thoughts uncontrollable and emotions a whirlwind. He wanted this for so long and now that he had it, his body was buzzing from the high. He didn’t know how to process this event or how to react other than to emerge himself in it and enjoy it. It wouldn’t last forever and he feared that you’d change your mind.

“I wouldn’t dream of saying no.” Ben stated breathlessly as he pulled away from you and tucked your hair behind your ear. Another peck was placed on your lips but this time it was slow and gentle. He held himself up by holding your hips and pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t understand how something so small could be so intimate and meaningful. “Let me make you coffee.” He practically exhaled across your face from how breathless he was. His heart hammered into his chest so hard that he thought it would genuinely rip itself from his ribcage.

“No, come to bed with me…” You suggested. “Please… That’s my birthday wish, Ben. I want to spend every moment of it with you.” You removed the covers in an inviting way and let him scoot under them. The immediate reaction that he had was to snake his arms around your waist, slipping them carefully under your shirt and pulling you to his chest. He let out a deep and pleased hum which reverberated in his chest and along with it a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be here for you when you wake up, sweetheart.” You balled your hands up into his shirt and tugged gently, a smile plastered across your face and your pounding headache nearly forgotten thanks to the incredibly attractive man lying beside you and the pet name he used for you. It made you giddy inside despite how much you wanted to punch the smirk off his face when he had initially called you by said name.

“Ben Solo, I have to thank you for the most loving and memorable birthday.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Thank you.” You nuzzled into his chest and sighed out as you slowly drifted off to sleep. A smile graced your face as the groggy and deep voice whispered one last thing to you before the two of you fell asleep soundly in each other’s arms.

“I’m so lucky to love you.”

A/N: I will make a part two if you guys would like. It would totally incorporate the macarons that were spoken of! I think I like how this turned out to be honest but we shall see. I hope it’s what you were looking for @nightsofren 😊.

anonymous asked:

andreil + sleeping on the couch together and matt kinda scares andrew awake and andrew has a tiny panic and shoves neil off the couch and neil smacks his head against something and scrapes his cheekbone and andreil ends up sitting in the bathroom with neil sitting down and andrew making sure his boy didnt break his nose or have another fucking concussion

Hey! Thanks for the prompt <3 I hope you like what I came up with! this turned out a lil angsty, yikes.

Keep the prompts coming, folks! I have exams and need a distraction. (Everyone’s been giving me prompts in which Neil gets hurt? :D poor boy)

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They’ve cuddled in on the couch, Neil in front of Andrew, which is a rare occurrence as it is, but it’s even rarer at the dorms. But Andrew has been sniffling and sneezing lately, and Neil’s legs feel like lead from night practice and so they dozed off while watching tv. None of them is really deeply asleep, both of them in a state somewhere between sleep and rest, but it’s more than enough to startle the shit out of them when suddenly the door slams shut. 

Andrew sits up, body stiffened immediately, curtesy of too many times when a noise like this meant very bad things were coming, and whips his head around, only to see Matt, one hand still on the doorknob, wincing guiltily. “Fuck, sorry, guys. The wind caught the door.” Then he peeks around Andrew, “Um, is Neil-”

Andrew scowls at him, and growls “Leave.”, Matt just lifts his hands apologetically and hurries off. When Andrew turns back around, he is momentarily confused for a split-second- where is Neil? But then he hears a groan and realized he must have pushed Neil off the couch when he jerked awake. Neil is already sitting up and rubbing his face. 

“…ouch.”, the striker mumbles sleepily and looks up at Andrew with bleary eyes. Andrew is about to lean down and pull Neil back up, but then, Neil pulls his hand back, and there’s blood on his palm and on a cut on his cheekbone. 

Andrew’s world constricts for a moment, and then a sticky, disgusting feeling spreads through his body. Neil is hurt. Neil is bleeding. He pushed Neil off the couch and now Neil is bleeding. Fuck. 

Neil looks at his hand in awe, still sleepy, and then wipes it off on his jeans. It’s so little that it barely leaves a stain. But Andrew’s gaze is focused on the cut in his cheekbone. 

“Andrew, I’m f-”

“Don’t.” Andrew’s voice is sharp and then he’s up and dragging Neil into the bathroom while his stomach is churning. Neil keeps insisting that he’s okay, and the cut isn’t even deep and he’s barely bleeding and he’s had so much worse.

But Andrew feels like his hands are going to clench so hard that he’s going to break his own fingers if he can’t make sure Neil is really, truly okay right now. He swore to protect him and now he hurt him. Neil, especially Neil’s face, has been through enough already. 

Neil keeps protesting, but Andrew makes him sit down on the edge of the tub, and then searches the bathroom cabinet for desinfectant and a band-aid, throwing everything else out into the sink carelessly. Neil has stopped protesting, and watches him quietly now. 

When Andrew’s found what he’s been looking for, he steps in between Neil’s legs, and takes his face in his palms, turning Neil’s head, looking at his pupils, his nose, his lips and teeth. Nothing else seems hurt, and that makes the sticky feeling in his chest the tiniest bit better. 

Quietly, he wipes the cut clean, and puts a band-aid on it. Then he steps back and takes his hands off Neil as if Neil burnt him. 

Neil looks at him and Andrew wants to punch him or pull his own hair out because the way Neil’s blue eyes focus on him and his lower lip stands out a little makes his heart go faster and it sucks and Andrew just hates him so much. 

“Andrew…” How can someone’s voice be so soft? Fuck Josten and his soft voice. Andrew turns around and goes to the door. Neil lets him. 

And hour and half a pack of cigarettes later, Neil finds him on the roof. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits down next to him and steals his cigarette. 

He finishes it while Andrew stares off in the distance. After Neil has stubbbed the cigarette out, he slowly turns to look at Andrew. 

“Andrew, I’m okay. Things like this happen. You didn’t-”

“Stop talking.”, Andrew says without looking at Neil. Neil obliges, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Andrew. 

After two minutes or five or ten, Neil opens his mouth again.

“…you could kiss it better, if you wanted to.” His voice is a low purr, and Andrew just hates how easily it makes the sticky feeling turn differently sticky, hot like molasses, from his neck to the bottom of his spine and his lower abdomen.

Andrew slowly turns his head and leans in just a little. The eagerness with which Neil shifts towards him and the way his breath hitches just a little makes the feeling Andrew’s dealing with right now even worse. Or better, maybe. 

“Next time you say something this cheesy, I’ll throw you off the roof.”, he growls, and then closes the gap between their mouths.  

Lip Biting

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

Summary: Luke loves biting his lip out of habit and that is, according to some, the biggest turn on to date. 

“Stop.”

“What?” He innocently questioned and looked up at you with his oceanic eyes that showed nothing else but what his tone was hinting at.

Of course he knew what he was doing.  

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forget it

Originally posted by pikamikey

word count: 2.6k

requested: yes ;) I have no idea if this is what you wanted by hope you like it anyways

warnings: mature language & angst I guess

summary: you’re best friends with the boys and secretly in love with Ashton but when he gets a girlfriend, any hope of him liking you disappears.

a/n: this could’ve been longer but honestly it was long enough tbf & this feels kind of rushed but that might just be me


“She’s so rude.” Luke complained, his body hunched forward as the four of you sat on the couch. You were trapped between Calum and Michael as Luke sat on an armchair opposite you. 

“I still haven’t met her.” you sighed, resting your head on Michael’s shoulder, wallowing in self-misery. It was no secret that you were completely infatuated with the curly haired boy and it seemed like he felt the same until he brought home a girl called Lola, his new girlfriend. 

“Consider yourself lucky.” Calum huffed from beside you, rolling his eyes back before relaxing into the worn couch. You let out a sigh, your heart pounding in anticipation as you awaited the return of the hazel-eyed boy and his girlfriend. 

Ashton had wanted to introduce you to her for a while now but you could never bring yourself to actually meet her, which was only made worse when the boys told you she was a horrible human being. 

Your heart ached at the thought. Ashton deserved someone kind and wholehearted even if that person wasn’t you. But according to the boys, he was smitten with the blonde haired girl. 

“What time are they coming back?” you asked, your head still resting on Michael’s shoulder as you both lied back, your back hitting the old leather couch. 

“Any second now,” Luke huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still surprised he even has a girlfriend, especially after everything he said about you.” 

Your eyebrows raised at Luke’s words, confused as to what he was talking about. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“He always talked about you, he was so captivated with you. So him bringing home a girl that wasn’t you is surprising, to say the least.” Calum answered, glancing over at you briefly as he spoke. 

Your heart sank at his words, you’d always had your suspicions but it seemed he’d moved on and there was nothing more you could do. 

The door slam echoed through the apartment and your heart was beating out of your chest. Michael wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him almost as if he could sense the anxiety that was taking over you.

Luke looked up at you with sympathetic eyes which quickly turned hard as he heard a girly giggle fill the apartment. Your whole body tensed and Michael was quick to notice, rubbing small patterns on your clothed skin in hopes to ease you. 

“Hey, anyone home?” Ashton’s voice boomed out as you shrunk into Michael’s torso but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“In here.” Calum replied, a bite to his words as his jaw clenched. 

Ashton entered the room a few moments later, his hands intertwined with a short, pretty blonde girl. His eyes scanned the room, his face breaking out into a grin which quickly disappeared when he saw you cuddling tightly into Michael. 

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Lola,” he started, glancing back to his girlfriend, “Lola, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Lola.” 

You sent her a warm smile, hoping she wasn’t nearly as bad as the boys made her out to be but the raised eyebrows and eye roll made it clear enough. But Ashton was too focused looking at you to notice her action. 

The room was filled with silence, Lola clinging on to Ashton as he looked her his jaw still slightly clenched.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” you said, breaking the silence. Everyone’s heads snapped to you as you sat there, an awkward smile resting on your face. 

“I was thinking pizza and movies, like before.” Michael smiled, glancing around the room, earning nods from the two other seated boys. 

“Actually, Ashton and I were going to head back to my place.” Lola chirped, her eyes burning into you. You suddenly felt incredibly insecure, you’re sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt whilst she stood tall, a mini skirt adorning her figure. 

“But we just got here babe.” Ashton said sadly, his eyes meeting her bright blue ones. Your heart sinking even further at the pet name. 

“And now we’re leaving. Let’s go.” she smirked, her eyes traveling around the room, shooting dirty looks at you and the rest of the boys. 

Ashton smiled sadly at you, ignoring the rest of the boys’ grimacing faces. You smiled at him, your eyes full of sympathy as the girl tugged at his bicep once again. 

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then.” Ashton waved, being pulled from the room before you could even say goodbye. 

Silence took over the room once again, only interrupted by the loud door slam that followed their exit. Your eyes met Luke’s, his baby blue eyes now a shade darker than usual. 

“What a bitch.” Calum huffed, making a giggle escape you which made the rest of the boys lighten up a little. 

“And here I was, thinking Michael was the bitchiest girl around.” you huffed with a smirk, the two boys erupting with laughter as Michael looked down at you with a grimace before rolling his eyes and breaking out into a grin. 

It was a few hours until Ashton arrived home again, alone this time. You were smushed into the couch, pizza boxes and soda surrounding you when Ashton returned home. 

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton said from the doorway, all eyes finding their way to his lean figure. The boys looked at him with disgust whilst you smiled at him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“Is she with you?” Calum spat, looking behind him expecting to see the short girl behind him. 

“No, just me.” Ashton stated, walking towards the four of you. The boys reverted their attention back to the TV, South Park gracing the screen. 

You scooted over slightly, making room for Ashton to sit down but instead he took the larger armchair that Luke had resided in earlier that day. 

Michael snaked an arm around you once again and it was then you realized what he’d been trying to do all day. Ashton’s jaw clenched at the sight and his eyes went hard making a smirk play on Michael’s lips. 

Michael leaned down, his warm breath hitting against your ear as he whispered to you, “Let’s make him jealous.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes trailing down to the floor; desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton. 

Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you even closer into him as you rested your head on his chest, similarly as to how you’d sat earlier that day. Your hand rested on his thigh, Ashton’s lips twitched up almost reminiscing a snarl. 

“Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” Ashton asked, his tone making it sound like more of a statement than a question. 

“Keep it going, let’s see how far we can go till he breaks.” Michael sniggered in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, after all, he was your best friend but you couldn’t resist seeing his reaction. 

“After this episode.” you smiled warmly, reverting your attention back to Michael who was staring down at you. A large smirk graced his face and it took everything within you to not laugh. 

Michael leaned down once again, his lips dancing along the outer shell of your ear making you shudder slightly. “Okay, so pretend I’m saying something really funny to make him annoyed.” 

You laughed, mostly because you thought this whole jealousy game was actually quite funny. Michael smiled again before whispering again, which to anyone else would’ve looked flirty. 

“Oh, shit. He’s getting annoyed. Told you he liked you.” Michael whispered playfully making your heart pound as you stole a glance at Ashton who was watching the two of you intently. 

Before you had the chance to respond Ashton stormed over to the two of you, grabbing your forearm before lifting you off the red-haired boy. 

“Episodes over, time to talk.” Ashton said, pulling you from your seat and into the hallway, leaving the rest of the boys grinning on the couch. 

As soon as you reached the hallway, the grip on your wrist loosening but his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“Since when were you and Michael a thing?” he spat, his words laced with venom. 

“Me and Michael?” you laughed flatly, ”Michael and I aren’t anything.” 

His eyebrows raised at your statement, clearly not believing you. 

“Well, you seemed really comfortable back there. Him whispering into your ear and you giggling back at him, didn’t seem like nothing.” he said through gritted teeth, each word coming out more poisonous than the last. 

“What has my love life got to do with you. You have a girlfriend.” you said, sounding angrier than originally intended but you couldn’t help the fire inside of you that came with the thought of the blonde girl. 

“So what? As soon as I get a girlfriend you go crawling to the next boy?” Ashton shouted, waving his hands around in the air. 

“Michael and I are friends. Why do you even care so much? It’s not like we’re dating.” you shouted back, the once peaceful conversation now becoming heated. 

“Ugh, would you stop asking questions.” Ashton said, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

You went silent, watching Ashton as he tried to collect his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small width of the hallway. You stared down at your shoes, your heart feeling as if it could fall out of your chest. 

“Ash, calm down.” you sighed, looking back up at him to find him clearly stressed and aggravated. 

“Do you know how hard it is to watch you cuddle into him? To watch you giggle at the things he says and to have your hand on his fucking thigh.” he said, his eyes burning into you and you couldn’t help but feel tiny as he towered over you.

“Do you know how hard it is to hear you ramble on about your girlfriend? To hear how captivated you are with her and still have to smile and tell you she sounds great. Because it fucking hurts, Ash.” you finished, tears glossing your eyes. 

Ashton cowered back, his eyes sad as he took in your words. A tear slipped down your face and you shook your head pathetically, wiping your face. 

“I-I didn’t-” Ashton started before cutting himself off, not able to finish his own sentence. 

“Forget it.” you sighed, moping back into the front room; leaving Ashton alone in the hallway. 

The boys had remained on the couch, all of their eyes on you. It was clear from the pitiful smiles that they’d heard everything but you hadn’t expected any less since the two of you were practically screaming at each other. 

Calum held his arms open which you miserably fell into, his chin resting on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back. 

You heard Ashton leave, taking a small piece of you with him. 

“What a dick.” Luke spat, making you smile softly at his annoyance. “He gets his dream girl fucking handed to him and he still goes crawling back to some rich bitch.” 

You smiled at him, his temper seeming to burn out as he smiled softly back at you. You let out a huff, as you relaxed into the kiwi boy. 

“I’ll get over it.” you sighed, reverting your attention to the TV knowing full well that it wasn’t that easy. 


It was the very next day you found out that Ashton had broken up with Lola, apparently she’d been cheating or at least that’s what you’d been told. 

The boys had forgiven Ash but you still couldn’t bring yourself to face him despite his constant attempts to contact you, whether that be through texts, calls or face to face. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but you liked to think that you could. It’d been working for a while now but Ashton was trying harder to grab your attention. 

“You’re gonna have to speak to him someday.” Luke sighed, bringing up the subject for the thousandth time since him and Ashton had rekindled their friendship. 

“I prefer to avoid the problem until it goes away. In this instance Ashton is the problem.” you said, sending him a sarcastic smile. His eyes rolled back as he smirked at you. 

“You can’t hide from your problems forever.” he smiled, looking over your shoulder and to the door of the diner which you currently occupied. Your head snapped around to see the curly haired boy glancing around before spotting you. 

You looked across the booth, prepared to scold Luke; only to find him gone. You looked back once again to find him talking to Ashton before sending you a wink and leaving. 

Ashton slowly walked towards your booth as you sunk into your seat in hopes it would swallow you up. Unfortunately, it didn’t and soon you found yourself sitting opposite Ashton, resuming the position that belonged to Luke a few moments before. 

“Hi.” he breathed, his eyes burning into you as you slouched into the seat. You flicked your eyebrows up at him, the straw of your milkshake suddenly becoming interesting. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he groaned, his eyes searching your face for any emotions. 

“That’s the plan.” you smiled, before continuing to fiddle with the straw. 

“What have I got to do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his eyes sad as you finally made eye contact. Your heart yearned to forgive him and tell him you loved him but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

“You broke me, Ash. You had a girlfriend but still got jealous, or at least I think that’s what that was. I thought that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way but now I’m just confused.” you sighed. “I loved you and I still do.”

Your eyes were glossy as you sat there, awaiting his speech about how he loves you but only as a friend before proceeding to tell you that he hopes it can go back to the way it was. 

But before he said anything he reached across the table, cupping your hand in his two large ones as you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows. 

“I love you Y/N. So much.” he smiled sadly, his warmth radiating through you as his hands rubbed against yours. 

“Then why’d you get a girlfriend?” you said, your voice small in hopes he wouldn’t hear the wavering in your speech. 

“Because I thought I didn’t deserve you. I needed a distraction and Lola was perfect,” he said, making you wince slightly at the use of her name. “But she wasn’t you.” 

Your eyes burned into his as a tear threatened to spill but as soon as one did, Ashton was quick to catch it; the pad of his thumb swiping across your cheek. 

“So, you actually like me back?” you sighed, desperate for reassurance despite his confession. He chuckled slightly before speaking once again. 

“I don’t like you, baby girl.” he started, “I love you.” 

Your heart fluttered and you could’ve sworn you nearly threw up. The small smile he sent you almost made you explode and you were puzzled as to how he kept such a nonchalant composure whilst professing his love to somebody. 

“I love you too.” you breathed. 

Ashton leaned over the table and softly pressed his lips against yours making your eyes flutter shut and your heart to pound even harder than before. 

It was a few moments before he pulled back, your lips tingling from the innocent yet meaningful kiss. 

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible.” he muttered, somewhat to himself but it was knowingly directed at you. 

“Can we go home?” you smiled, your eyes soft as they met his dilated ones. 

“Of course, baby.”

Silent is the Sea | SICHENG

Genre: mermaid!au | fluff | angst

Member: Sicheng / Reader

Word Count: 6,800+

Note: a collaboration with the wonderful @tenpioca, check her version out here


Mermaids are liars. They’ll manipulate you until you brandish your hand of your own accord, happy for them to pull you under with cruel mirth.

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sandvipers  asked:

What do you think it is about ASoIaF that inspires people to the extent that we see in the fandom? I mean, there are tons of incredible people like you analyzing writing for it; you have websites and podcasts and essays written and complex theories and whole books published devoted wholly to the series. I have never seen this level of devotion before. It's incredible, but there are so many amazing books out there; why these books?

Hi! Well, to be fair, I think there are a number of other SF/F franchises that are as popular, if not more popular, than ASOIAF, and that inspire this same kind of devotion. But why ASOIAF? idk why anyone else feels the way they feel, but I can tell you why I love ASOIAF. GRRM wrote in one of the autobiographical sections of Dreamsongs:

By the time we got to Weathertop, Tolkien had me. ‘Gil-Galad was an elven king,’ Sam Gamgee recited, ‘of him the harpers sadly sing.’ A chill went through me, such as Conan and Kull had never evoked.

I knew exactly what GRRM was talking about, because I’ve felt it too:

“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”

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I’m Here

Originally posted by thirteenreasonswhy


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: Clay trying to cut people out of his life after Hannah’s death, but (Y/N) lets Clay to feel the presence of his best friend.

Word count:  796

Posted: 20th of April 2017

A/N: Hello there, guys! I was sick in these past few days and I decided to watch 13 Reasons Why. I fell in love with it and it’s now added to my imagines list. I hope you like it and I can’t wait to write more of it.

- G. x


“Clay!” You almost heard your voice echoing in the whole hallway as you tried to catch your best friend’s attention. You’ve been close friends with Clay ever since and you knew what was happening to him in that exact moment: he was hallucinating. “Jensen!”

“What?” His eyes grew wide and you perfectly saw his bright and scared electric blue eyes. It wasn’t the first time you were seeing him like that and you somehow get used to it.

“Clay,” You rested a hand on his left shoulder and rub it, trying to make him feel better. “what’s going on?” You asked him as you peeked behind his shoulders, seeing Tony’s Walkman and his headphones thrown carelessly in his locker.

“Nothing.” He lied through his teeth. His shoulder relaxed a little bit this time and his eyes went back to their normal shape. “Nothing’s going on.” He turned himself to get his thrown stuffs and he struggled as he tried to put them in his backpack.

“Shut up!” You blocked his way as he was about to walk away from you. “Is it Hannah?”

“Stop being nosey, (Y/N)!” He harshly pulled your arm away and he slammed his locker door as he started to walk away, annoyed for your actions.

“Jensen!” You called him once again and you hoped that he would turn around, but you perfectly knew Clay. He wouldn’t want any help from people, even though he needed it. “Clay, for fuck’s sake!”

“Go to your class!” He shortly answered, pushing you away totally. “The bell is going to ring shortly.”

“Right!” You bit your lip as you tried to prevent your tears from streaming down your face. “You think that it’s easy for me to see you like that, Jensen? It’s also hard for me to know that Hannah isn’t here anymore, not having you beside me makes it even harder. I am your best friend and it seems like you can’t even trust me.”

“(Y/N), I…” Clay tried to calm you down as he turned around to face you.

“I don’t know what’s going inside your head right now. I need explanations. I need explanations why did Hannah left, I need explanations why you are acting strange, I need explanations.” You blurted out angrily as your tears finally rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t care about the people watching you, you didn’t care if people thought that you were making a scene out of nothing at all. “There are many people around me, but it’s seems like I am alone and being alone sucks!”

“(Y/N).” He bit his lip as he pulled you in his arms for a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“Clay,” You weakly punched Clay’s chest for several times. “I need someone beside me and you need that someone too. I am just asking for you not to turn your back away from me. We are a team here, right?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Clay hugged you tighter as he tried to calm you down. He was more in himself at that moment, no thoughts were running through his head, no doubts and no questions. “I’m here for you and I’m sorry for pushing you away. Stop crying, I’m here and I’m not leaving you anymore, okay?” Clay was afraid, he was afraid to see you sad or crying. He never wanted to hurt you, it wasn’t his intention. Clay was affected for Hannah, but he knew that he must be there with you too. You were his best friend and he could count on you, no matter what happened.

“Okay.” You nodded as you wiped the tears on your cheeks away. “I’m here for you too, Clay. I never left and I never will.”

“I know that, (Y/N).” He kissed you on your forehead like what he used to do before his life got messed up, before Hannah took her life away, leaving the two of you. “C’mon then, Monet’s? My treat.”

“Alright.” You slightly pushed him away, escaping from his tight grip. “Fair enough.” You joked, defusing the situation a little bit.

“Drama queen.” He joked as he pulled you beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist, not minding the crowd around the two of you. He was less pensive and more cheerful during that moment.

“Shut up, Jensen.” You rolled your eyes and you couldn’t believe that you saw him smiling wide after many weeks now. “I would slap you silly if you don’t stop it, band aid boy!” You slightly squeezed the scarred part of his forehead and he just cried for pain, while you laughed loudly.

You were both devastated and you both needed someone beside you to move on, that’s why you got each other’s back and you forever will. Obviously, still keeping Hannah’s thoughts alive.