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☔ Storm Grounding ☔

a quick guide on grounding with storms for storm witches

☔ to be done during a storm

☔  stay in a safe place when you practice this form of grounding. only allow yourself to get wet if your health allows, and please avoid places that would get you struck by lightning. 

☔  have a view/hearing of the rain to the best of your ability

☔  visualize:

each thunder strike rattles you to the core, and leaves nothing there. each drop of water brings energy that replenishes and re-energizes you.

every drop is one of millions, but every drop has importance. each one soaks into you, cold and bright. it fills you

every sound of every drops rebuilds you from the inside out. 

each lightning bolt ignites within you, calling up new energies and instilling a calm in its wake.

☔  when you are ready, let the storm fade its hold on you. you are not severing the ties harshly, only letting them fall away, the way rain dissipates and the storm calms down.

Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2

A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)

The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.

You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy. 

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  • Warner: What's wrong, love? What happened? Please tell me—
  • Warner: Do you want me to take you back?
  • Warner: Do you want me to leave?
  • Juliette: No. No.
  • Warner: Tell me what you want. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
  • Kenji: This is, by far, the craziest shit I have ever seen.
  • Kenji: I really never would've believed it. Not in a million years.
  • Ian: *nods* It's like a soap opera. But with worst acting.
  • Winston: *smiles* I think it's kind of sweet.

The Ignition fic that no one asked for but that I needed to write because damn. That video has ended me. Enjoy!
@strongenoughfoundation sorry, I had to tag you again, that video has done things to both of us XD

It was too hot, too loud, and the traffic was too AWFUL.

You’d been sitting in this car for God knew how long now, on a packed highway in the summer heat. Every window was rolled down in an attempt to fight off a heatstroke and honestly, you’d started counting the minutes until your sure death if you didn’t get off this road soon. Groaning in despair, you snatched the hair tie from your wrist and tied your hair back in sharp motions.

At the sound of your voice, your best friend glanced at you from the driver’s seat, eyebrows raised. “You all right over there?”

“I’m dying, Lin,” you deadpanned. “I am actually dying.”

“That’s a little dramatic,” he remarked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“This damn highway is doing dangerous things to my head.”


“I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory.”

At that, he burst out laughing. With a hand resting on the steering wheel, he leaned back against his seat and sent you a warm glance. “I feel like I can’t argue with you because you just did that.”

Flopping back against your seat with a loud sigh, you pointed at him. “That line is the one I relate to the most, honestly,” you told him wryly.

“Why am I not surprised?” he asked.

You lifted your head and arched a brow at him. “Are you saying I’m a negative person?”

“You said it, not me.”

“I feel the need to remind you that you’re stuck in this car with me for at least an hour.”

“I feel the need to remind YOU that this is my car and I can kick you out at anytime.”

Grumbling, you shifted around in your seat to get to a more comfortable position and brought your feet up onto the edge of it. “Asshole,” you muttered simply and he snickered. You wondered if walking was a better choice than this traffic-induced hell after all.

Sighing in resignation, you settled for dozing in the searing sun and sneaking a couple glances over at Lin as you did. Hey, you couldn’t help it if your best friend also happened to be kinda (really) attractive, could you? It wasn’t bad just to look, right? You idly studied him through half-closed eyes, admiring the way his hair got all tousled as he ran a hand through it. He was wearing a dark blue tee because of the heat and you tried to steal a few guilty glances at his arms. You bet it’d be nice to be wrapped up in his arms, heat or no heat.

“…you done staring at me yet?”

“Shit!” you hissed, blushing furiously at having been caught. Lin cast you a sideways glance that was wayyyy too knowing and was that jerk SMIRKING? Growling something unintelligible, you reached forward to the dashboard. “I’m putting the radio on!” you announced.

“Hey, I don’t mind, you can look all you want—”

“I’M PUTTING THE RADIO ON.” You jabbed at the power button and cranked up the volume.

The first few notes of a song blared out and you recognized it at the same time Lin did.

You groaned out a frustrated “NOOO,” while Lin practically cheered like a two-year-old.

“I’m turning it off!” you said at once, and you reached for the button again.

“No you aren’t!” he shot back, batting your hand away. He ignored your squeak of protest and flashed you a wide grin. “You turned it on, so you’re stuck with the consequences!”

Sinking down in your seat, you brought your fingers up to your temples. The lyrics to the “Ignition” remix pumped out of the speakers and brought back a ton of memories. “Lin-Manuel Miranda,” you stated, “if you start rapping, I swear to God—”

“No, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but hey pretty girl, I’m feelin’ you, the way you do the things you do, remind of my Lexus coup—”

“AAAGHHH!” You threw your hands up as he started freaking dancing in his damn seat, one hand still on the wheel and other in the air, and dear lord, it was like PTSD. Hands over your ears now, you glowered at him from your hunched over position. Lin just smiled back like the stupid, hot person he was and pointed at you as he went on with the song:

“So baby, give me that!”


“Let me give you that!”

“HELL NO. Lin, I swear, I will never speak to you again.”

Cheerfully ignoring you, he kept going, letting that edge of a growl into his voice and you internally swooned. Why did these things happen to you? “It’s the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen, Mama rollin’ that body, got every man in here wishin'—”

He cut off, making you glance over in confusion; just in time for him to lean across and steal a kiss, lips pressed to yours fleetingly. Your eyes shot open wide, body going rigid as he grinned into your mouth and then pulled away a second later.

“Lin!” you spluttered out, as he just laughed and went back to rapping out the lyrics. “What—You—What the hell!?”

The lyrics became a little shaky as he tried not to laugh, a stupid smile on his face. When he glanced at you, his eyes softened and…was he blushing?

Against your will, your mouth quirked up too and you looked down at your feet.

As the two of you sat, with the speakers blasting around you, you brought your fingers up to touch your lips in wonder.

march wrap-up !! (let’s all excuse my face ok ty)

Shatter Me:🌕🌕🌕🌕🌘

Destroy Me: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

Unravel Me: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

Fracture Me: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗

Ignite Me: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗

A Court of Thorns and Roses: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

A Court of Mist and Fury: 🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝

Thirteen Reasons Why: 🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑

The Kiss of Deception: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌖

The Heart of Betrayal: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗

The Last Jedi Teaser Poster Anyalsis

Worth a Thousand Words

An Analysis of The Last Jedi Teaser Poster

Having just returned home from Star Wars Celebration: Orlando, I am filled with emotions, excitement and anticipation for the next installment of the Skywalker family saga. I was fortunately enough sit in the The Last Jedi panel, after 20 hours of sitting on a concrete floor, and an additional 10 hours before hand, queueing outside. However, that panel was worth every second of the wait time. And while most people will say the long anticipated teaser trailer stole the show, as an artist and illustrator, for me, the star of the show was the teaser poster, that was also revealed.

My jaw literally dropped as I stood in stunned silence as the crowd cheered around me. In fact, my line buddy, a member of the 501st by the name of Matt, repeatedly asked if I was okay as stood agape at the poster, amazed in it’s brilliant design as well as very clear and intentional use of visual story telling. I was flabbergasted at the bold choices made by Lucasfilm in this teaser poster, and I do believe that this is more of an indicator of the film’s story, rather than the trailer. This poster tells us, the viewer, everything we need to know about the direction of the upcoming movie, as well as helps dispel the rumors that The Last Jedi will be nothing more than a carbon clone of The Empire Strikes Back.

Before I go into detail I just want to say that it’s no secret that I ship reylo, however, for the purposes of this discussion, I am setting aside my implicit biases and talking about the facts stated in this poster, rather than fan speculation and conjecture.

First and foremost, what stood out to me is the simplicity in the poster’s design. We see only three characters, Rey, Luke and Kylo Ren. After doing extensive research, I found that this is the ONLY poster with just three characters. All previous Star Wars posters depict the main ensemble of cast members, as far back as 1979’s A New Hope. Never before has a Star Wars poster depicted only three members of the cast, and it is a clear statement that these three characters are the most important in relation to the story. There is also a not so subtle nod to Luke Skywalker in the original promotional theatrical poster for A New Hope. Both Rey and Luke are positioned in almost the same spacial area, in the same pose, with an ignited light saber raised up. For Luke, this symbolized his acceptance of his heroic journey, and the inherent power he possessed. For Rey, however, the meaning is vastly different. The sequel trilogy is very much about passing the torch from the old generation to the new, and unlike in The Force Awakens, Rey is present and accepting of that power, physically and metaphorically, in The Last Jedi, the second installment, rather than the first. Rey is our new hero, now heroine, embarking on her own heroine’s journey.

Now I know not many fans like Kylo Ren, and in fact they perceive him as a whiny emo cry baby, trying his best (and failing) to emulate Grandpa Vader, but his importance in the story cannot be overstated! He is the descendent of Darth Vader, and Leia Organa, and as much as most fans dislike him, that’s just simply a fact! The Star Wars trilogy movies are about the Skywalker family, and he is the new Skywalker of the trilogy. He is important to the cinematic universe as a whole, and characters from the The Force Awakens who easily had double the amount of screen time as him, such as Finn, were purposefully omitted from the poster in lieu of Kylo Ren. Regardless of how much fans like his character, he is going to play a very impactful role in the film to come. I know that he is not the most important character or the focal point of the poster, however, given the overly negative response he solicits from fans, I felt that it is important and necessary to make my position, and the poster’s narrative clear; even if you don’t like his character, Kylo Ren is a key player in the Skywalker family saga, and the cinematic universe as a whole.

When analyzing any piece of artwork, regardless of the the medium, the best jumping off point is the focal point. In The Last Jedi teaser poster, the viewer’s eye is immediately drawn to Rey, brought forth by the strong contrast of the blue halo of light emitting from her lightsaber. In terms of visual hierarchy and storytelling, she is the most important element to not only the poster, but in the movie it represents. Her position, in the lower center of the foreground suggests that she is the most grounded of the three characters, and thus the one that we, as the viewer, is meant to relate to the most. However, she is removed from both Luke and Kylo, positioned below them, which indicates that she was not a initially part of their conflict. And originally, she wasn’t. Rey was just a scavenger, abandoned by her parents on Jakku, struggling each day to survive. At that point, Rey didn’t know or care about the Force, Resistance or the First Order. Her primary goals and motivations were pure and simple, survival.

This coincides with the backstory indicated in not only The Force Awakens but also in Claudia Grey’s novel, Bloodline. There are no indication that either men knew who Rey was or her origins until she found BB-8 and became tangled in fight with the First Order. Luke and Kylo have a contentious and tumultuous past, filled with conflict and anger, as they stand on opposite sides of Rey’s light saber. This is a visual metaphor for the Force, and where Luke and Kylo represent the Light side, and Dark side respectively. Separating them is Rey, and the light of her saber. Although she is removed from their history, Rey has been flung into the foreground of the struggle between opposing sides of the Force. She is part of their present, and thus their future. In short, the resolution of Luke and Kylo’s conflict rests on Rey’s shoulders, both metaphorically and visually in the poster.

The struggle been Kylo Ren and Luke is an interesting and important to the story, but what is more important is what it represents! At its core, Star Wars is a fairy tail, and was intended to tell stories and teach children about the human condition and morality. Understanding every detail of Luke and Kylo’s past is less important as what their struggle represents. It is the timeless struggle of good vs. evil. If the timeline in Bloodline is to be trusted completely, and there are no extra twists and turns in the interum, Kylo Ren turned to the Dark side of the Force approximately six years prior, and has been unable to locate or confront Luke since his disappearance. What has changed in that time? Why will Kylo suddenly be able to locate his former master on Ahch-to? The answer is right in the poster, Rey!

This of course opens the doors to a whole new set of theories, such as a Force Bond, or Snoke obtains a copy of the map and so on. But there is practically no solid evidence to substantiate any of these claims, and at this point, they are pure conjecture.

I also find Rey’s placement in the middle quite interesting in the wider context of the history of the Force itself. One of the central themes Star Wars has always been finding balance. In the prequel trilogy we saw this through Anakin’s development from the heroic Jedi knight, to the Sith Lord, Darth Vader. And yes, Anakin is responsible for choosing his actions and must therefor accept the consequences of such actions, however, the biggest contributing factor to his descent into darkness was the Jedi Order and their absolute refusal to acquiesce to the basic human nature of love and attachment. In fact, one can argue that the Jedi Order is even more barbaric and cruel than the Sith. Companionship and attachment is one of the hallmarks of humanity, and by denying them, they are essentially denying being human. But the Jedi Order in both the prequel and and original trilogy was the personification of the Light side of the Force, while the Sith representing Darkness. Too much of either side’s influence causes the Force to spiral out of balance, and thus the galaxy is thrown into chaos again. This was demonstrated numerous times on both sides, such as Anakin’s betrayal, or the New Republic unknowingly creating the groundwork for the First Order.

In short, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Both light and dark must be present in order to achieve balance, and Rey’s placement, directly between the light and dark, makes her the fulcrum, or the point of equilibrium. In essence, it is Rey who is who is going to bring about that balance.

Another interesting observation I made was that all three characters, Luke, Rey and Kylo Ren are all colored in red. I cannot stress this enough, the psychology of color is important! Specific colors invoke particular and subconscious imagery and responses. Color theory and its use in marketing and illustration is a universal language. In fact, color tells just as much, if not more, of a story as the composition! There are two primary colors in the poster, red and blue. Red is the color of darkness, evil and passion. Blue on the other hand conveys serenity and tranquility. Why is Kylo’s lightsaber red? Not because he uses the Dark side of the Force, but because the color red has a strong visual impact and the human brain automatically associates red with darkness and power. It’s no coincidence that the color red is associated with the Sith, while blue is attributed to the Jedi! Everything you see on screen or in print was designed to create a specific response from the viewer and convey as much information as possible with no words.

Further more, in both The Force Awakens and the teaser trailer for The Last Jedi, it’s made quite clear that our heroes and villain are all experiencing a crisis of faith in the Force. Rey had her entire existence turned up on its head looking for guidance and training. Luke, it is suggested, fell into despair and solitude after the death of his acolytes because his teachings and philosophies failed to save his own nephew. Kylo, who just recently murdered his own father in hopes of committing himself entirely to the darkness, felt more weak and confused than ever before (this is said nearly word for work in The Force Awakens novelization). Because the color red is frequently associated with the dark side of the Force, and I find it quite compelling that all three figures are bathed in red. To me, this suggests that the trio are all going to be struggling with their inner demons, which often implies the temptation of the dark side. In fact, the only beacon of light and hope comes from Rey’s light saber. Some have argued that the light comes from Rey herself, but when you compare her upper body to her lower body, you can observe that just like the figures above her, Rey’s form is red, and the blue reflected in her face is emanating from the lightsaber, rather than Rey herself. This coincides with Rian Johnson’s choice to make the Episode VIII title font red, and maintains visual continuity. The most logical conclusion one can extrapolate is in The Last Jedi is going to delve into much deeper and darker overtones and story lines than it’s predecessors.

The positioning of Luke and Kylo in relation to each other is another aspect to this poster that I find intriguing. Luke and Kylo’s heads are above Rey; in this poster they are literally watching over her, and her choice to accept the Skywalker lightsaber. However, they are on opposing sides of the saber, as described above, representing the light and the dark. As a viewer, this design illustrates a sense of tension and conflict in both Luke and Kylo, but also in how they view Rey, and her choices. This image is clearly setting up the overtone that Rey has to struggle between choosing accepting either Luke or Kylo. In other words, it’s another iteration of the never ending struggle between the light and the dark.

Looking back in The Force Awakens for a moment, we remember that Kylo Ren extended the offer to teach Rey, “You need a teacher. I can show you the ways of the Force!” We all know the choice Rey makes at the end of the movie, but what about Luke? Will Luke even want to teach Rey after his previous failings at reviving the old Jedi Order? The following does begin to tread into the territory of conjecture and theorizing, however I do believe there is solid evidence to back up what I am about to speculate, or else I would have omitted it form this analysis. At The Last Jedi panel, Daisy Ridley, under the watchful eye and ear of Kathleen Kennedy, did reveal some very interesting information. We, as the audience were MEANT to know this information prior to viewing the poster, or else the CEO of Lucasfilm would never have permitted that information be divulged (like the Rogue One mishap at Celebration Europe 2016). Summarized, Daisy stated that Rey indeed does meet her hero, Luke Skywalker, and like in real life, how we  (Rey) envision our heroes does not always coincide with the reality of our heroes. This very clearly sets up the idea that Rey and Luke are going to have a less than harmonious relationship in The Last Jedi. This is also backed up by some previous leaks and spoilers from MakingStarWars.net, however until we know the veracity of those rumors, I do not treat them as fact, like I do the things said directly from the people at Lucasfilm. The statements from Daisy Ridley at the panel, however, were purposeful in sparking ideas and igniting the flame of this idea that Luke and Rey will not have a peaceful mentor/mentee relationship in the same light as Yoda and Luke’s relationship.

Mentorship has always been another key themes throughout the Star Wars saga, from Anakin’s tutelage under Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, to Luke studying with Yoda. There is every indication that those reoccurring themes will continue, but in a different fashion. It’s been made pretty clear that Rey is going to struggle with Luke’s training, and we already know of Kylo Ren’s unrelenting conflict within himself, stemming from the teachings of Supreme Leader Snoke. Snoke ordered Kylo to kill his own father, an act that he did follow through with, but the novelization has proven that that act made him more conflicted than ever before. Where it should have brought him strength, instead he found weakness and doubt.

And all of this ties back to Kylo Ren’s original offer to Rey to teach her. It is my belief, based on the evidence above, that Rey is going to struggle between the teachings of Kylo Ren and Luke. You may ask “how will Rey learn from Kylo? They aren’t on the same planet?” Well even that is partially answered in Episode VII, and confirmed in tweets made by Pablo Hidalgo. Pablo definitively said that Rey learned so much so quickly at Starkiller Base because she extracted the information from Kylo Ren’s mind during the infamous interrogation scene. So in a way, Kylo has already become her first mentor.

Both the Light and the Dark are justified in their beliefs and teachings. Adam Driver previously stated in an interview that Kylo Ren vehemently believes he is and was justified in his actions, and it’s quite clear that Luke fully intended to disappear into the galaxy as a frizzled old hermit. What will happen if Luke does not agree to initially train Rey? She has all of these newly awakens powers, and no way to control them. Just like Kylo stated, she really does need a teacher. But which teacher? The Light or the Dark? Or, at what this poster suggests, something in the middle!

By placing both of Rey’s mentors above her, two Force users who are much more skilled and honed than she is, it indicates that both mentors are going to be fighting within Rey’s psyche. Luke will be teaching her one method, while Kylo and his Dark side influence will be pulling Rey in the opposite direction. This is wiring and character growth done right! The setting and characters have been established in the first film of the sequel trilogy, while the second installment places challenges and obstacles in their path. Without those challenges, characters will not grow or develop. Even more evidence for this is Rian Johnson’s prior statements that the characters in The Last Jedi are going to be tested and pushed beyond their limits. What would challenge Rey more than knowing she is can identify and relate to the person she hates the most, Kylo Ren? That would force the characters into a position where they have no choice but to adapt and evolve into something that spans beyond the juxtaposition of the Light and Dark side of the Force.

In other words, Grey Jedi!

Most likely it won’t be in so many words, but the concept behind it will remain the same. A world of Force users that are not bound by the narrow dogmatic codes of the Jedi or Sith! And while I do find both of their ideologies absolutely fascinating an an integral part of the Star Wars canonical universe, by constricting Force sensitives to Jedi/Sith, Good/Evil, Light/Dark is extremely limiting and grossly inhibits the idea of character depth, subtlety, progression and nuance. Maz Kanata and Ahsoka Tano are prime examples of Force sensitive individuals in the Star Wars universe who are canon and are Force sensitive, but do not fall into the dichotomy of Jedi and Sith. There has never been a main hero character in the films (which are the primary story telling means in the entire franchise that reaches the most viewers and has the biggest impact on mainstream pop culture). Luke Skywalker was seen as universal good, the epitome of the Joseph Campbell’s hero, who embarks on heroic journey on behalf of goodness and justice. The passing of the torch from Luke to Rey indicates a paradigm shift in the understanding of the Force for not only the characters but the viewers and fans as well.

The light saber in the poster is another piece of evidence for this! There is no partition between red (Darkness) and blue (Light). Instead there is a gradient emanating from both ends of the lightsaber, further emphasizing that this story will not be so simply as “kill the monster, save the world” but instead of dimensionality and gradation. There is middle ground to be found in the Force between the Light and the Dark, and Rey is the key to unlocking it. Or as Rey quite simply puts it in the trailer “balance.”


On a personal side note, I do believe this teaser poster does further add fuel to the Reylo fire, and it makes be believe even more fervently that Reylo will eventually become canon in some iteration, but I wanted to keep my personal biases and theories out of this analysis. If anyone enjoyed reading this and would like to read my views on The Last Jedi teaser trailer and how it relates to Reylo, I’d be more than happy to comply. But I wanted and needed to get this poster off my chest first. My mind has been boiling over, wanted to put these thoughts down in some sort of organized fashion because as someone who is fluent in the language of illustrations as a medium for visual story telling, this poster blew my mind. I stood just flabbergasted at how blatantly the story implications were, but when I asked people about their thoughts they all came to different conclusions. And yes, that is the point of this poster, to get people talking and theorizing about what it all means, however visual story telling generally complies with a set of rules that are universally, albeit often subconsciously, understood by the viewer.

 Whew! I wrote this entire analysis in a single sitting. I apologize if there are any immediate grammatical errors, but I proof read this a number of times, so I am pretty sure that it’s correct. 

EDIT: Thank you to @sleemo who helped me fix the grammatical errors in this!

"Igniter" Curse

A curse inspired by Butcher Babies’ “Igniter”, a spell for someone who can’t keep your name out of their mouth and likes to lie and rumor monger.

Now it rips me it fucks me it tears me apart
Just one push and I will ignite
This coiled up anger on you
So be my guest
Stand down, it’s my game and I say you’ll burn out
Your time is on loan
Silence your bullshit, your voice I despise
Don’t say another word, you hemorrhage lies

📌Gather: construction paper, black salt, red pepper flakes, chili powder, a burnt match, crushed glass, a pushpin, red or orange crayon, taglock

📌Perform on the waning moon if possible. I also recommend playing the song while you do this, but it’s not necessary.

📌Make a poppet using the construction paper, making sure to draw a face and mouth. Draw flames on the poppet with the crayon, pouring all your anger into the drawing, and then put the other ingredients inside the poppet. 

📌Put the taglock in last, or, if you don’t have a taglock, write their name on a piece of paper and burn it, imagining that their foul words turn to ash in their mouths. Put the ashes into the poppet.

📌Close it up and stab the poppet in the mouth with the pushpin, saying “Speak ill of me no more, all your lies are needles and ash, to be kept behind your teeth”.

Bury the poppet, or store it in a dark spot. Cleanse yourself thoroughly afterwards and maybe have a nice little treat for yourself.

even if it's fake || stiles stilinski

word count: 4793

warnings: swearing, angst

request: hi could i get a stiles imagine where he and the reader broke up then few days later reader messages him saying before he can block her she’s making him say ‘i love you’ even though he doesn’t mean it. if only i could send you the pic of where i got this idea 😭😭😭 hope u understand this TY AND ILY 💕💕

author’s note: sorry that this took so long to get written! i sort of changed it up a bit, but i hope you enjoy it. thank you to @dumbass-stilinski who gave me a few ideas, and @stilinski-jpeg who read it before it was finished. and also hay and soph for reading this after i finished it! @sincerelystiles @sarcasticallystilinski


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Who Cares

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After seeing you in your fake fed suit, Dean decides he needs you as soon as possible, no matter where that is.

Word Count: 487

Warnings: Impala sex, smut, NSFW gif below the cut, canon-typical Dean mocking Sam

Submitted by: @cyrilconnelly

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Another Day

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – When Dean begins to feel more for the reader than he expected to, he reverts back to his typical MO.

Word Count – 1,378

Warnings – Angst and a little fluff

A/N – Written for @just-another-busy-fangirl’s 1K Follower Musical Challenge.  I LOVE Rent and I was so excited to get the song Another Day!  Hope you like it!  As always, feedback is loved!!!

Originally posted by effie-w

“Who do you think you are?”

You glared at him.  “Well, I thought maybe I was on my way to being your girlfriend.”

His green eyes flashed at you, irritation flooding his face.  “Nobody told you?  Dean Winchester doesn’t do girlfriends.”

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Un Cadeau dans la Poche

Nick Amaro 


“I’ve been waiting all night to get my hands on you. It’s not ending this quickly.”

Gif Source

Not requested but suggested by @amaroforpresident in our first ever encounter on tumblr and wowie look how long it’s been

(2.0K words)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW (smut), cursing, vagina-owning reader, teasing, mention of going under cover

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this,” Nick breathed against your neck. He hooked an arm around your waist and drew your body flush against his, nipping at your skin. He swallowed. “How badly I’ve wanted you.”

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Soft Side (Bucky x reader)

I hope you all liked chapter five! This was a request from anonymous, and I thought it was an awesome prompt, so I decided to give it a whack. If you love Bucky and angst, check out my ongoing series: Battered and Bruised. You can find it in my masterlist here. Enjoy! 

Request:  “Could you do a Bucky au in which he’s like the punk boy from school and y/n is his girlfriend and she’s the only one who knows his sweet side and one day she comes home super stressed and he cuddles and kisses her until she feels better?”

Warnings: Cursing, otherwise it’s just filled with fluff. 

The sound of Bucky getting slammed into the lockers echoed throughout the hallways. 

“Don’t be such a bitch. Fight back! Come on!” The school jock was egging Bucky on, trying to get a reaction out of him. 

“I don’t need to prove myself to a dick like you.” He shoved the guy off of him, walking down the hall like nothing happened. 

“I’m gonna fucking get you, punk!” The steaming football player yelled down to corridor at him. Bucky continued to walk down the hall, rolling his eyes. Oh, how he wanted to beat him to a pulp. He was capable of it, but he refrained for your sake. You had asked him to chill out on fighting, that you were giving them the reaction they wanted. He complied. Only because he loved you. 

Everyone at school thought Bucky was weird and tended to stay away from him. Some people were even scared of him. He came off menacing and cruel, but he really wasn’t. Before you two started dating, you realized he had a soft side that he hid from the world. And he was only ever like that with you. He believed that nobody deserved his unconditional love besides you. 

He continued to saunter down the middle of the hall, all the kids moving aside for him, worrying that they might get beat up. He held some much swagger in his stride, your heart swelled every time you saw him. God, you loved him. 

You drove out of the school parking lot, frustrated beyond belief. You had five AP tests coming up, there were college applications still to finish, and your parents had been yelling at you all week long about who knows what. 

Before you left school, you texted Bucky that you were coming over and he always welcomed you, no matter what time of day. 

You pulled up into his driveway, turning off the ignition. You walked up to his door, raising your hand to knock. Just as your knuckles were about to make contact with the wood, the door swung open, a cute, smirking Bucky standing in the doorway. 

“Hey, babe.” He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. 

You took off your shoes and gave him a sweet kiss. “Hey baby.” He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. 

“What’s wrong?” He looked concerned, seeing that you looked absolutely done with everything. 

“Just super stressed. I needed a break, so I came here.” Your voice was muffled against his chest. 

“Come on. How about you change into one of my shirts and sweatpants and we can cuddle on the couch?” He smiled down at you, wanting to do everything in his power to make you feel better. You nodded, eyes closed. He could see the bags under your eyes from a mile away. “Okay. You can go change in my room. I’ll wait down here for you.” He kissed you on the forehead and you walked upstairs to his room to change. 

A couple minutes later, you returned with his ginormous clothes hanging off your body, you hair falling around your shoulders, no longer in the tight ponytail you had in all day. 

“You look beautiful.” He gave you a soft smile with equally soft eyes. You knew he never acted like this with anybody else. Only you. You playfully shook your head and walked over to him. 

He scooted over on the couch, making room for you to lean up against him. You snuggled up against his warm body, taking in his scent. He smelled so good. All the time. 

No words were needed as he played with your hair and massaged your aching scalp. He knew just what to do to make you feel better. You hummed contently, receiving a smile from Bucky in return. He showered you in kisses from your head to your collarbone, earning giggles from you. He smiled against your skin, finally ending his little kissing spree with a deep one on your lips. 

For hours you two laid there in each others arms, not saying much, just making each other happy. You cuddled into him, his warmth enveloping you. The tension from the week was gone. You felt so happy in his embrace. 

“Feeling better, babe?” He smiled at you, his blue eyes lighting up at you. 

“Officially de-stressed.” You gave him a loving, deep kiss. His lips setting off fireworks in your head. 

Like you said, he knew just what to do to make you feel better. 

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The Door is Open: Part 2

AN: This is the second part of the door series. Enjoy

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Part 1

When Damian comes back, and literally pushes his father out the door and into his brothers, you just sit there. You had a feeling that Damian’s family knew about you. You just hoped they didn’t. Families complicate things; they make you love them, and then they drag your heart through the mud.

You feel a bit small now, in this big house, and Damian seems to sense this. He doesn’t say anything, he just wraps both arms around you, pulls you in close and then falls backwards flopping on to the bed. You giggle a bit before snuggling in closer. Damian makes you feel safe. He says that you make him feel sane. You figure it’s a fair trade off.

You stay in his room for several more hours. Despite finally meeting his family, you don’t really feel compelled to get to know them. When the time comes you shimmy down the tree. You half expect Alfred to be there waiting for you, but instead it’s a rather tall and lean man. Damian calls him Grayson. He just smiles at you before saying, “You know you’re allowed to use the door, right?’

You just shrug, “A five-year habit is hard to break.” And then you’re walking. You come home to a dirty apartment, and a passed out mother. There’s bottle lying on the floor, and you pass all of them in favor of your room. You spend the next several hours doing homework until, a slammed door alerts you to the fact that someone had entered the apartment.

Your heart speeds up, and you make a quick grab for your bag. Your window is open a moment later, and then you’re on the fire escape, just as the yelling starts. You know it won’t be long until he comes looking for you, so you move quickly. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you’re running. The farther away you are the better.

Once you’re a safe distance away, your hand reaches for your cell phone, and press the speed dial. Somewhat surprisingly it’s not Damian or Alfred who pick up, but a somewhat strange voice.

Before you can hang up, the voice says your name, “Y/N, are you okay. Is it your dad?” In that moment you realize that either Damian or Alfred has told somebody. Then you correct your line of thinking, this is the freaking bat-family, they had probably figured out every one of your secrets before you had even set foot on their property. You simply give the address of the nearest store.

It’s pouring by the time he pulls up, he’s in a car much too fancy for this neighborhood. You can almost feel people skulking around. You barely give him time to stop before sliding into the back seat. You’re a bit surprised to see a scowling Damian, and one of his brothers beside him. The other two are in the front seats.

Damian quietly hands you a towel before barking, “Turn the heat up Todd before she freezes to death! Honestly, this is why I wanted Pennyworth to drive.” You smile a bit at Damian’s barking, honestly you’re pretty used to the sound. It’s a comforting reminder that you’re safe. With that you allow yourself to fall asleep.

You wake up to the sounds of car doors opening and closing. You follow everyone else’s lead and get out. The cold is the first thing to strike you, followed by Damian’s hand coming to rest gently on your back. He guides you past his inquiring brothers and up a grand staircase. It’s not the first time you’ve been in this way. Alfred had insisted on using the door on the nights he came to pick you up, but you prefer your tree.

Damian leaves you alone to change, and you can hear him yelling at his brothers as he goes. When you’re done, you wait for Damian to come back. When he doesn’t you get a bit curious.

Damian isn’t the type to share; he likes to hog friends, partners, and especially the attention. You follow the sounds of a struggle, and nearly burst out laughing at what you see. Damian being pinned to floor, reminds you of an angry kitten trying to escape its’ mother’s hold. Todd and Grayson are sitting on him while Drake takes pictures.

You slip silently into the room and take a seat. You watch the brotherly banter with a longing. It must be nice to have a family that actually cared.

It’s several minutes before they notice you there. You want to laugh at how startled they look, but decide not to. “How the hell did you do that?” was the first question out of Todd’s mouth.

You just shrug, “I’m used to blending into the background.”

Drake bends down to Damian’s level on the floor, “Told you she’d come looking for you.”

Grayson just smiles, it’s the kind of smile that melts young girls’ hearts, and wraps little old grandmothers around a finger, “At least she used the door this time.”

Over the next several months you get to know the entirety of the Wayne family. One of them always seems to be waiting at the base of the tree for you when you come. Every time they just throw an arm around your shoulder and redirect you towards the door. You start to miss your tree.

You become surprisingly close with Bruce. You find that you have the same taste in movies and books, and often times you find yourself swapping recommendations with the older man. When the boys are out of the house you actually have time to discuss the works with him. You’re surprised at how close you become to Damian’s family.

Furthermore, you can see how it makes Damian happy. He still likes to hog your time and attention, but he’s happy that you have more people to rely on. But he’s still the one that knows you best. That’s why when he gets a sudden bad feeling one night, he doesn’t even stop to call you, he just moves.

He drives thirty over the speed limit the entire way to your house. He stops only long enough to pull the key from the ignition, before running up the fire escape to your room. When he finds the window locked, he simply breaks it, and then he’s moving towards the yelling.

You’re doing your best to shield your mother from the blows, but it’s not really helping. Damian doesn’t stop to think he just acts. He tackles your father, sending him to the ground. One punch has him knocked out, the second breaks his nose, and you’re quite sure the third fractures something in his throat. You lunge for Damian before he can get in a fourth one.

You’re bloody and bruised, and you ache all over, but you can’t help but cling to Damian. He immediately moves you away from your father before pulling you into his arms, on top of his lap. He holds you tight, whispering to you in Arabic, you catch the word beloved a few times, before allowing unconsciousness to take you.  


Grace Slick on Jim Morrison

[Excerpts from her memoir: Somebody to Love]

“What when on outside the studio during that time (the making of Surrealistic Pillow), certainly dipped into the Surreal world. We all stayed at the Tropicana, a cheap motel on Santa Monica Blvd., where we had semi-kitchenette set ups and complimentary smog. 

On one of our first nights in L.A., we were coming back our rooms, when we heard what we thought was a dog howling. On the balcony, crawling on all fours, was a totally nude Jim Morrison, barking at the moon. Oblivious to the contrast between his natural state, and the urban slum look of midtown L.A., he kept up the dog act even after Paul Kantner stepped over him to get to his room.

When I asked Paul what he said to Morrison, Paul answered: “What do you say to a guy whose becoming a dog, nothing”. 

Jim was so willing to take himself completely to the edge of human experience. I found his performances both fascinating and frightening. I tried to imagine what kind of curiosity could take someone to those extremes, without the overwhelming fear of maybe ‘I’ll never get back.’ But back to what? Who’s to say which is the preferable reality?”

“As soon as we were free, we took about a week to buy some new underwear, then zipped over to do the continent (1968 European Tour) Co-headlining with The Doors.

In London, The Doors Airplane concerts took place in an old structure called ‘The Roundhouse’. Images of The Doors performing are still vivid in my mind. No colour, all black except one spotlight on Jim’s face. Both of his hands holding the mic right up on his mouth, eyes closed and silent. You could see him just waiting for ignition to come flying up through his body. The long silence was full of music he could hear but everyone else only felt, then in a sudden step backwards, arms lifting out to the sides, he yelled ‘Fire’. The audience let out a collective scream, relieved by the explosion they’d been anticipating. Most of them had never seen him before, but he had the ability to draw people into his mood without opening his eyes or his mouth. I was always fascinated by the way he seemed to go from one side of his brain to the other, ignoring all the synapses in-between, it was just like his lyric, ‘Break on through to the other side.’

And beautiful, he looked like a rabid Johnny Depp, perfectly formed and possessed by abstraction. I’d been backstage before and after all the shows, talking easily with members of both of the bands, but when I directed a remark to Jim, I usually got back a colourful non-sequitur.

“Jim” I’d say. “You see the broken chair by the speaker system. With a pleasant smile and pupils dilated to the very edges of the iris, he’d respond with something like “Lady in smoke shop, nobody for broken chair… broken chair”. He inhabited two places at once and although I knew there was some pattern of events going on in his head that connected what I just said to what he was thinking, it never made sense. I’m sure that the people who knew him well, must have heard normal dialogue out of him like “What time does the plane arrive”, but I never heard anything intelligible I could respond to, until I was able to see what he was like, alone, away from the frantic energy of the music halls.

We co-headlined in Frankfurt, London, Copenhagen, and Amsterdam, and I cant remember which country we were in when It happened, but I do remember strangely isolated things like the colour of the rug in the hotel hallway, rose pink and maroon, and the nervousness i felt standing in front of the door to Jim’s room.

‘It’s daytime, he’s probably asleep, if he’s asleep, then he won’t answer my knock and I can go back to my room and stop shaking. What if it’s the wrong room? Oh fuck it.”

I did the secret knock, which he wouldn’t have known anyway since it was Airplanes private signal, the opening beat to one of our songs to let the other know it was one of us standing outside the door. I was surprised when Jim didn’t even ask ‘who is it?’ instead, he turned the handle and pulled the door all the way back so I could see him and the whole room.

He smiled. “What’s up?”

I wish I could remember my answer but some specifics about the past are clear while others are really vague. Since I had no idea that anyone would care about this 30 years later, I never kept a diary. In fact, had I known the enormous impact Morrison would have on future generations, I might’ve been tempted to wear a tape recorder. I also wish I could tell you that he came to my room to hustle me, but it didn’t happen that way; I was once again the perpetrator.

Either the hotel had sent them up, on a complimentary food tray, or he’d ordered them from room service, but either way, there were strawberries sitting on a plate on top of the coffee table. I went over to look at them just for something to do while I figured out what to say next, and Jim flopped on the bed and watched me. I brought the strawberries over to the end of the bed, and then for some stupid reason, I put my finger into the middle of one of them. There was an extraordinary cold and hard centre. ‘Frozen strawberries, thank you baby jesus for a topic to guide my conversation with Mr. Non-sequitur’.

“Okay if I put this plate on the radiator?” I asked him. This was Europe 1968, no central heating.

“Sure, but it’s not on” he said. One of the most coherent remarks i’d ever heard from him.

After I set the plate of strawberries on the cold radiator, he crawled over the top of the bed, reached out and picked one up, and squeezed it until it turned to juice in his hand. He laughed and did it again to another one and kept on laughing. Words are hard to respond to, but laughter makes it’s own sense. ‘I can play this’ I thought, and I relaxed.

It wasn’t 9 ½ weeks with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke using food as erotic lubricant, it was more like kindergarten, play mud puddles and silly putty. Smash it, shove it around - not on each other, but we just individually tried to make a bigger mess than the other one could. He outdid me by smearing the strawberries all over the cream coloured bedspread, but then suddenly, the private stories in his head made him stop and go over to the top dresser drawer. He opened and closed it without putting anything in or taking anything out, and came back to where I was kneeling at the end of the bed, still playing in the fruit tray. I didn’t ask him what the dresser move was all about, I was afraid i’d be stepping on that fantasia tape that seemed to be running in his cranium.

This was new, like making love to a floating art form with eyes. I’ve never had anyone study me like that. It wasn’t the standard evaluation of body parts, he seemed to be appraising the distance between us, as if it was an invisible garment that needed to be continually breached with each motion. With our hips joined together, and his body moving up and down, it felt like he was taking a moment each time to circle the area between our bodies with his eyes and consider the space that separated us.

He was a well built boy, his cock was slightly larger than average and he was young enough to maintain the engorged connection right through the residue of chemicals that can threaten an erection. At the same time, he was surprisingly gentle. Somehow i’d expected the sort of frantic horizontal ritual. It’s interesting, the most maniacal guys on stage can be such sublime lovers, but I guess everybody had to stop being a jerk sometime.

Jim mystified me with that otherworldly expression, and at the same time, his hips never lost the insistent rolling motion that was driving the dance. When he did look directly at my face, he seemed to be constantly searching for the expression that might break the lock, as if I might be wearing a disguise. I’m not sure what I mean by that, but I can say it was both intriguing and disconcerting, waiting for him to ask me if I was someone else, an imposter or a product of his imagination.

I have no idea how long I was there, but there was no lying around afterward having a cigarette dreamily looking at each other. I knew I should leave before I got caught, we both had other relationships and it felt like I was an intruder. I dressed as fast as I could without looking like it was a race. Jim didn’t seem to notice, he appeared to be totally unconscious just lying there motionless on the bed, but, naked with eyes closed and without moving a muscle from his completely immobile posture he said, “Why wouldn’t you come back?”. Since I hadn’t said anything about coming or going, I didn’t know what he expected to hear, so I went into proper Finch College mode and said “Only if I’m asked”.

He smiled but he never asked.”

Slick, Grace, and Andrea Cagan. Somebody to Love?: A Rock- and Roll Memoir. New York: Warner, 1999.

Birthday Surprise (Taeyong x Reader)

Originally posted by nct127

“He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, where is he?” You mentally asked yourself, looking down at your phone to check if there were any missed calls or messages.  

Tapping your heel against the leg of the table, you let out a frustrated sigh. It was half past nine and you had decided to go out for dinner with Taeyong since it was your birthday. Of course, you were the one who had made the reservations and did everything even though it was your special day since he rarely took time out of his busy schedule to prepare something for you. 

Even if it was your birthday. You took a sip of your water and mentally prayed that he came soon before the restaurant closed and you were asked to leave.

Taking a deep breath in and flattening out your hair, you tried to think optimistically though the annoying part of your brain nagged you that he had forgotten. Although, he didn’t occasionally take time out for you, Taeyong still treated you very well and was an amazing person, even if he didn’t show his affection for you very often. 

Just then interrupting your thoughts, you heard the restaurant door open, making you get up with a huge smile on your face. But when you saw who it was, your smile instantly dropped. It wasn’t him. Instead it was his close friend, Johnny who had a small, warm smile on his face as he looked at you. You softly smiled at him back and waved as he came closer to you. 

He chuckled and said, “You don’t look too happy to see me _________.” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s nothing like that, I’ve just been waiting for Taeyong to come for a while now so I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t him, I mean, I guess I can’t lie there.” 

You both lightly laughed and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he replied, “Well that was one of the reasons why I came here to pick you up because our lovely T-yongie couldn’t come for tonight cause he’s been up at the studios finishing up with some recordings.” 

And just like the other times, he had bailed on you, you shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should you be, when you knew that this was going to happen?

 “It’s okay, just take a deep breath” you thought to yourself and you closed your eyes letting out a big breath then reopened them saying, 

“Okay, that’s alright I understand.” 

You let out a small, lifeless laugh looking out the big restaurant windows murmuring, “You guys do have an album coming soon, I shouldn’t be selfish.” 

Johnny looked at you with concern and lightly touched your elbow, “Are you okay ________?” 

You nodded with a fake smile even though the both you knew you weren’t. But it was whatever now. Besides, what difference would your feelings make anyways? 

Taeyong was probably as usual going to stay at the studio until 3-4am, letting time fly by as he helped the composers/lyricists tweak things. Then he would come home, go right up to your room and pass out instantly beside you while you were already asleep after becoming tired of waiting for him. The next morning, he would wake up around 8 and freshen up, accidentally waking you in the process and mutter, “Shit. I totally forgot. I’m so sorry ________ I had to-“

You’d wave him off as usual and say that it was fine and you knew that he was busy and that they could go out some time during the week. But of course, you never had the time, or well he never had the time. 

This had been going on for a while now, ever since NCT had debuted and Taeyong had been claimed as a rising talented rapper in the music industry. Though you were glad that the fame had never reached his head, you still wished that you could spend more time with him. Rather than just having a rushed ten minute breakfast with him some mornings and waking up in the middle of the night to find him holding you and softly snoring.   

“Okay, you obviously haven’t ate yet,” Johnny interrupted your thoughts, “So where do you wanna go?” 

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It’s alright i’m not that hungry, I’ll just eat something at home.” 

“No, missy, you have to eat and that’s that, i’m not taking anymore excuses.” He looked at you sternly like a father would while walking with you outside the restaurant. 

You lightly laughed at his expression and new nickname for you then replied, “Okay fine, I’ll just get a cheeseburger with a Mcflurry or something.” 

With that you both got in his car and drove off to McDonald’s. But instead of going towards the non yellow McDonald’s sign, Johnny took a different turn and was going in the opposite direction which confused you. He noticed your expression and said, “Oh, I forgot my wallet at the studio so I was just gonna pick that up first.” 

You thought nothing of it since you knew that Johnny and the rest of the older guys from the group always insisted on paying for everything since you were Taeyong’s first girl-friend and he would probably never “find another” like you. Also he was pretty forgetful because you remembered the first time you had met, he had to rush off immediately right after since he had forgotten to pick his family up from the airport. 

“Do you have an aux (aucks) wire?” You randomly asked.

 “A what?” 

“An aux wire, you know like for playing music from the phone.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and replied, “You mean an auxiliary cord.” 

“It’s the same thing John-hoe.”

He glared at your nickname that was a mashup of his first name in korean and english and pulled the cord out of the glovebox, handing it to you at the red light, letting you plug it into your phone. “What song do you wanna listen to?” You asked him. 

“Hmmmm…. How about some Rae Sremmurd?” He answered with a smile. You shook your head knowing what song he wanted to hear since it was Taeyong’s and basically most of the other NCT member’s favourite song as well.

Ass fat, yeah I know, you just got cash? Blow sum mo, blow sum mo” 

You laughed as Johnny yelled out the lyrics, singing in a higher pitch than Nicki and for once, you realized you actually felt good today. It felt nice to have a friend when you were feeling down. Someone who was a goof like Johnny and in a way, it made you miss your friends back home since they used to do stuff like this all the time. 

Soon enough you reached the famous SM building, with it’s tall frame and logo out on a concrete sign in front. Johnny parked right out front in the small parking lot. He turned off the car and took the key out of ignition, looking at up at you, making his soft, brown hair flop in front of his face. 

“I’ll be back in a quick second, okay? Just stay right there.” 

You almost snorted but just rolled your eyes instead at what he said because honestly, where could you go at 10pm in the far side of downtown? Nevertheless, you listened and pulled out your phone to check and respond to any late birthday texts/calls. Fifteen minutes passed by and Johnny still hadn’t come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to grab his wallet unless he was really having trouble. 

All of a sudden, someone knocked on your window and you screamed, holding your fist up while looking out. Of course, it was none other than the town idiot, Donghyuk laughing at you outside. 

You opened your door and whisper-yelled, “YA! What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night!?!” 

He laughed even more, clutching his stomach, “Noona, y-you’re just too hilarious to scare” More laughter. “And I have something important to tell you.”

“What? You twit?!” You angrily responded still grumpy from being frightened. 

“Jyani hyung can’t find his wallet so he told me to come get you so wouldn’t have to wait outside by yourself.” 

You let out a sigh but got out of the car and said, “Lead the way then Dongsookie.” 

He scowled at you whining, “Noona, I told you not to call me that in public anymore!!” 

“Is there anyone around us right now?” 

“No but-“ 

“So it’s fine then.” You smirked at him and he glared at you, angrily walking up the steps. Nevertheless, you followed right behind him and walked into the dark building. Everyone had probably gone home or to dinner so again you didn’t think much. Donghyuk led you up the flight of stairs and you both walked down a creepy dimly lit hallway together. 

“Okay, be honest, am I in some horror movie or something? And is a zombie guy gonna pop out? I mean I wouldn’t mind if he was cute but still,l where are you leading me and is it to my death? If so, let me know so I can eat a Skors Mcflurry before I go.” 

He made a disgusted face, looking back at you. “Ew no, this isn’t the time to be thinking of your weird fantasies noona. And I don’t know what you’re on today but zombies don’t exist but these hallway lights just need to be changed, that’s it. Besides, if I really wanted to do that, I could have done it ages ago.”

You smiled, wanting to laugh at his sassy reaction but at the same time smack his head and walked in first when he opened the door. 

“Johnny? Young-hoe? Are you in here?” You asked in the pitch blackness. Where was the light switch in here anyways? All of a sudden, you heard the door click behind you and realized that Donghyuk had locked it. Oh god you were really gonna die and Donghyuk had lied, he was part of the zombie crew. The world was going to end on your birthday, before you could even get married and have kids. Making you wish you would’ve listened to Johnny properly and stayed in the car. 

“Donghyuk?! Johnny!? Why’d you lock me in here?!?  Did you lie to me!? You’re really gonna let me die here aren’t you?!?!” You start to tear up slightly as you banged on the wall to get someone to open the door since you were extremely afraid of the dark. 

“Happy birthday to you” a low, enticing voice sang from the darkness.

You stopped tearing up and instantly, your heartbeat quickened. You could tell who’s voice it was even from a hundred miles away. 

“Happy birthday to you” It sang again from behind you, making you turn around.

Then a spotlight shined in the middle of the dance-room and you saw him. Dressed casually yet cool as usual in a striped blue shirt with track-pants and his face covered with a bouquet of flowers, was none other than your boyfriend, Lee Taeyong. 

“Happy birthday dear ________. Happy birthday to you.” 

You smiled, this time, the tears in your eyes were from happiness instead of fear as he removed the flowers from his stunning face and smiled at you cheekily. 

He had remembered. 

The lights turned on now and you heard a loud “SURPRISE!” before you saw all of your friends and the NCT members surrounding you with smiles on their faces. 

Taeyong walked up to you quietly until he was a breath away, saying through all the noise, “I didn’t forget about the restaurant, that was just a set-up. And I know you love surprises. Also, since you were feeling home-sick, I invited some of your friends from _________. And we-”

You cut him off by throwing your hands around his neck and kissing him. Feeling his warm lips curve into a smile, you felt like you were on cloud-nine.

 Once you pulled back, he had a smile on his face as he murmured, “Damn. I should start surprising you more often just to get a reaction like that to happen again.” 

You laughed, smacking his arm and laid your fore-head on his whispering, “I love it all and I love you.” Taeyong smiled wider at this and kissed you softly then whispered on your lips, “I love you too.”

JB Imagine - Hate & 25 min girlfriend (Part 4) - (Best Friend)

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(Part 4) - Final

Warning : Language

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

What the actual freck. Why does he have to ruin everything ? What point is he trying to prove ? At the end it isn’t worth it because the feeling isn’t mutual anymore. 

“Justin my man. It’s good to finally meet you” they exchanged a bro fist. I rolled my eyes. I had to. Thank god no one actually saw because Cameron would question it, I don’t want to deal with anything that involves with Justin right now. Sofia was beside him, time to bring out the acting. 

 I got up from my seat with my familiar fake smile plastered - fake that only I would know - it comes off real to everyone else. Justin approaches me while Cameron just shook Sofias hand. 

 He kissed the back of my hand and pulled me in for a hug. “I missed you babygirl” he kissed my cheek. Chills went down my spine oh good lord. I peeked over his shoulder that luckily neither Cameron or Sofia were looking, the last thing I want is looks from both of them…awkward af

 "Stop trying to get on my nerves" I whisper yelled and tried to pry myself away from his embrace. He held my wrist and pulled me back whispering softly in my ear “Who said I was trying.” I rolled my eyes and walked to Cameron and Sofia

I linked my arm with Cameron and just then, Justin linked his arm with Sofia. If he’s trying to make me jealous, it isn’t working out. “Shall we have dinner ?” Justin asked. “We shall” Cameron answered.

 Cameron pulled me to sit next to him so Justin and Sofia can take the vacant seats opposite us. I took my seat of having the view over the railing and just as Cameron can sit down, Justin stopped him “I prefer sitting opposite our partners” he said. Are you kidding me ? Cam please disagree with the boy. “Okay sure man” and he went around the table to sit opposite me. Why does he think that he has to agree with everything Justin says. I believe we all have the right to say no

 Justin grinned when he sat next to me. Can he not ? I rolled my eyes again. Is anyone keeping track with the amount of times I’ve rolled my eyes already ? “Soo should we order ?” Sofia broke the silence. “Yeah sure - waiter” Cameron called for the waiter.

 "How can I help ?“ the waitress asked. She looked around early 30s, brunette with grey eyes. "Yeah we’d like to order please” Justin said. “Okay sure, what would you guys like to order ?” she pulled out a mini book and pen from the pocket of her uniform. We all announced our order to her and she didn’t take down our drinks because Cameron brought some fine red wine. 

 The waiter came back with some wine glasses and poured us each a glass of wine. “I’d like to make a toast” Cameron announced as he raised his glass. We all joined in. “To love and friendship” we all then clinked glasses and said cheers. I could feel Justin stare at me since Cameron said friendship. Ain’t going to happen

 Our food came, we ate, we all had a few conversations here and there. Nothing major happened. I guess we had a good time in a way. Justin and Cameron had offered to pay the bill so they both paid half. We got up from our seats, ready to say our goodbyes and leave. We took the elevator back down and the oh so familiar awkward silence kicks in.

We reached the ground floor and just then Justin whispered “Can we talk in private ?” “Please excuse us” I said to both Cameron and Sofia as we walked a few metres ahead of them. Poor Cam probably thinks something is up and I’m not in the mood to talk about it. “Where are you off to now ?” he asked and shoved his hands in his pockets. “What’s it to you ? Is this why you called me aside ?” I threw questions. “I care about you” that right their hit me. Those words really got to me. 

 "Hell no you don’t. The lies are hurting me. Just stop. You don’t care. Just yesterday you called me a bitch and basically wanted nothing to do with me. Now you’re all so clingy and trying to win me back ? I don’t want to go through this. I don’t need this" I said to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. “Where are you going ?” He asked more stern. 

 I turned around to face him “I don’t owe you any explanation. You didn’t want me to be around at home and I guess you don’t like being around bitches either. Looks like that’s my call. Buh-bye now.” I faked a smile for a split second and went back to being straight faced, turned on my heel and was pulled back again. “Stay” he plainly said. “And why should I ?” I rolled my eyes. 

He pulled out something from his jacket pocket, it was our friendship ring. “I want you to wear this again. I want us back. I regret many things, but this would be my biggest regret if I don’t have you in my life again” he reached out for my right hand and slipped it on my ring finger. 

 I was lost for words. At this moment I’m really angry because how could he think this was going to be this easy to get me back and I’m really emotional because I really do want to see him change for the better, as well as be there for him through everything, but I just can’t. “I don’t know what to say but-” Cameron cut me off shouting “Hey guys do you want to maybe head out to a club or something and enjoy the rest of the night ?” He questioned. 

 "Sounds like a plan" Justin smirked and held my hand in his, pulling me along with him. He pulled me towards his car “Justin I should be going with Cam because-” he stopped me and shouted “Yo Cam, Y/N will be coming with me. Sofia you can go on with Cam.” He didn’t bother to wait for their response and opened the passenger door for me. 

 He went around quickly to the drivers side and we were out of the parking lot. I can already see that we’re not going to the club. You may say what makes you think that ? Well, Justin didn’t even bother to hear their response as to which club we’re going to meet up at and he seems to be rushing to go somewhere.

 "We aren’t going to a club…are we ?“ I asked hesitant. Where will he take me anyway ? "Nah we’re going back home” he grinned. He started up the ignition. Oh god. “Justin. I’m going to say this again and I’m going to say it nicely. I’m not moving back with you and nor do I want to be in your life again. You really hurt me this time and it’s going to take a lot more than saying sorry for me to forgive you” he stared back at me and switched the ignition off. 

 "For crying out loud you actually slapped me and called me a -“ I was cut off by his lips on mine. Oh good lord am I dreaming. Is this for real ? I actually pinched myself. He cupped my face, whilst my hands were loose on my lap. This feeling was something. Something totally different. I can actually relate for once when people say they get butterflies in their stomach when they kiss their crush or significant other. 

 I kissed back, but the guilt slowly flooded in. I soon find myself placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away. I looked down at my lap, all too embarrassed to face him since I stopped him. "I can’t. This is wrong” he lifted my chin “In what way is this wrong ? You kissed back, we were enjoying it. You loved me and I’ve finally fallen in love with you” he stated. 

“That’s the thing. I loved you. That’s all in the past. Can we please not right now. Just head home” I said and turned my gaze to look out at the window. He didn’t utter a word and started the ignition.

 We reached home, he opened my door for me and walked in front of me leading the way to the door. The silence today is killing me. I turned to close the door behind me to find Justin had already left to go to his room. Thank fully I had some of my clothes still packed in my closet. I walked up the staircase and the thought that crossed my mind was to knock on Justins door…so I did it

 With just the first knock the door opened on its own, there in the middle of the room Justin stood and was removing his shirt. I coughed “Oh god I’m sorry” I was ready to turn on my heel and run across the hall to my room. I shouldn’t have came here in the first place. “Oh its you. Take a seat” he said casually. I turned back around and chose to sit at the edge of his bed. Living in this house with him for almost 2 years and I’ve only been in his room like 5 times. Shocker. 

 "What’s up" he asked as he then sat next to me. “I just want to clear the air, this day is killing me slowly. Jay I think we should go-” he cut me off “Yeah yeah our separate ways. Y/N it’s so pointless pushing me away because baby I’m just going to get closer to you” as he said this he slowly leaned in. I stood up and moved to stand in front of him. “Stop. We can’t be a thing, it’s all over and you ruined it for yourself Justin. I was just trying to be a good friend and you didn’t want my help, you wanted the girl” I turned on my heel making my way to walk out. He caught my wrist and pulled me to sit on his lap. 

 "Okay how’s this, I’ll kiss you and if any moment in our kiss you don’t feel anything or change your mind, the door is wide open" he gently caressed my cheek and slowly leaned in. I allowed him. I kissed back. I still can’t believe this is actually happening. Their went the butterflies. My hands made their way around his neck. He moved his hands under my thighs as he carried me and placed me back down on his bed. His lips then came into contact with my neck, placing small kisses. I stopped him again.

 "Don’t even lie that you didn’t feel something" he grinned as he followed close behind me. “Oh I definitely felt something” I walked down the hall and started unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor and bent down to pick it up. I can feel Justin staring. We’re best friends after all right ? “Shouldn’t we be calling Cam and her to let them know we ain’t coming ?” I asked, I walked into my room, grabbed my pajamas from my closet and slipped them on. 

 "I’m way ahead of you babe. Done and dusted. I told Sofia to take Cam out somewhere" he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Oh and you thought that keeping Cam away from me for the night was going to work for you so you can get me back, and admit that you’ve fallen for me” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

 "Yepp pretty much" he grinned and slowly walked towards me. He swiftly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me towards him. Our chests collided. “Y/N I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. I can’t help myself. I needed you all along. You’re the one. I’m really sorry for all that happened recently. Please forgive me” he said. “Forgiven” I smiled. His hand trailed to my neck and started unbuttoning my shirt. I didn’t stop him. 

“Baby you knew these were going to come off anyways” he said pulling me along with him on my bed. “I like being a tease sometimes”