illuminating-realization

Always

Months after breaking up, you get a text from Tom…

(2,600 words)

Warnings: SMUT-T-T-T

A/N: considering trying a Peter Parker fic, thoughts??? also, definitely want to start doing requests so send them my way. also considering doing a series of little events between you and Tom dating. JUST SO MANY IDEAS.

also- will probably be most active Friday-sunday because I have class Monday-Thursday but I’ll definitely try my best to post during the week.  

w/o further ado… 

Originally posted by sddonald22


You were always the experienced one in relationships. No matter how much a boy would talk himself up, you would leave highly dissatisfied; really the only satisfaction you could get from sexual encounters was watching boys come completely unhinged by your actions. You were truly a goddess.
That’s why your first encounter with Tom took you by surprise. You had met in a crowded club in L.A. After hours of watching you dance, and after about five drinks, Tom finally worked up the courage to approach you. You had to admit, you were instantly attracted to him. His sharp jaw line, perfectly curling hair, and deep brown eyes nearly put you in a trance as he asked if he could buy you a drink. It didn’t take much convincing when he asked you if you’d like to come home with him. Dancing with him allowed you to feel the bulge you helped grow in his jeans and you were intrigued by what he could do, or more so what you could do to him.


That first night was ecstasy. It was as if he was able to stimulate every nerve in your body. Orgasms washed over you over and over again, yet you still had your effect on him. After you both had your fill you laid there together, head on his chest. Feeling it move up and down harshly, still trying to fully calm down. “Fuck. How did you even do that?” He said, running fingers through your hair.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you replied, earning a chuckle from Tom.
“I guess we’re perfect for each other then.” And damn was he right. You both found out that your emotional chemistry far surpassed your physical chemistry. You had both fallen madly in love with each other.
But that was months ago, and now you lay alone on your bed. Everything was perfect between you and Tom, except one thing. He was too afraid to make your relationship public and you were growing tired of being a secret. You understood the fear, the idea of you becoming too overwhelmed by the attention, the hate you might receive from jealous fans, the fear that it would change everything. But you couldn’t handle it anymore, so you left.
You were lying on your bed, scrolling through old messages, when suddenly they swiped back down to the very bottom. You groaned, too tired to swipe all the way back up to the ones you were reading, before you realized that it was because of a new text.
hey, can I call? it’s tom btw, just in case you deleted my number.
Your heart dropped. What could he possibly need? You tried to convince yourself that you were annoyed by the sudden contact, but you knew you wanted to talk to him. No matter what it was he had to say, just to hear his voice.
of course
It was easy to send that text, but when his face suddenly illuminated your phone, you realized how difficult it was to actually pick up.
You swiped the screen to answer the call, but it took a moment before you could actually put the phone to your ear. “Hi,” you almost whispered.
“Hi, I was afraid you weren’t going to answer for a second there.” He said, allowing a breathy chuckle to follow.
“I’ll always answer for you.” You instantly regretted that. It just slipped out. Feeling the uncomfortable silence, you quickly added, “so what did you need?”
“Well, I need you to come let me in.”
“What?”
“I’m outside. We need to talk y/n, please.”
“I’ll be right out.” You hung up the phone and started walking out of your bedroom when you remembered that you weren’t properly dressed for company. You ran to your closet and threw on a pair of sleep shorts and a Vampire Weekend shirt you bought at the concert you saw with him. Suddenly, you were nervous about how you looked, but you decided it had been too long since you hung up for any more primping.
You made it to the door and went to turn the handle, but noticed your hand just lying there, unable to turn it. With a deep breath, you swung the door open. There he was, clad in black jeans and a t shirt, just tight enough to notice that his muscles have only grown since you last saw him. “Tom.” It was all that you could get out. His eyes looked bloodshot, and his lips were swollen. You knew he had been crying, but he hid it so well over the phone.
“Y/n. May I come in?” You nodded and moved out of the way from the doorway, allowing him to enter your apartment like so many times before. He moved to the closet next to the front door to shed his jacket, and returned wielding a raised eyebrow and an old sweatshirt—his sweatshirt.
“Oh yeah, I meant to run that by your place but I’ve been so busy with work I never had the chance.” You quickly lied. He started working his arms through it, as if he was about to put it on, but backwards. He walked over to you and held it above your head. You raised your arms in response and he easily slipped it over your petite frame.
“It always looked better on you anyways.” His face was so close to yours. For a moment you thought he was about to lean in a place a long awaited kiss on your lips, but instead he started walking towards the living room and sat down on the couch. You followed.
You sat down nervously, a bit further away from him than you probably should have. “Y/n I can’t take this anymore.” He blurted out. “We love each other. We are meant to be together. I know I messed up okay? But I can fix it, I will fix it for you.”
“Tom…”
“If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think we should be together then I’ll leave.” His intensity took you by surprise. You had no idea he felt this way, if you did, then you probably would be back together by now. You could see tears starting to well up in those brown eyes again, and you could feel them starting in yours.
The fear you felt earlier was replaced intense feelings of love. You wanted him back, in every way. With one foul sweep you placed yourself on his lap, straddling the boy you loved so much. You cupped his cheeks and put your forehead on his. You were so close you had to keep darting your eyes back and forth to look into both of those beautiful brown eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you crashed your lips into his. The passion was overwhelming, so many emotions were behind that single kiss. You could tell he was taken off guard, but soon he found comfort in the familiar feeling and began exploring your body. First he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in even closer. Then they trailed down to the small of your back, then further to cup your ass, instantly causing you to start grinding on him. His hands journeyed to your thighs. He savored the feeling of your soft skin as you savored the roughness of his palms.
You moaned at his touch, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His kisses grew more and more desperate, as if he thought he’d never get to kiss you again. Then you realized, he probably did think that. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours, “I really thought I’d lost you.”
Tears began to well up in those big brown eyes. You placed soft kisses on his forehead in between shushes. “I’ll always be yours, Tom. Always.”
“Always,” he nodded. He gave you one more quick kiss before scooping you up and carrying back to your room.
He set you down gently on your bed. You expected to feel his lips against yours again, but instead he barely lifted up the sweatshirt and began placing kisses all over your stomach. Goosebumps began covering your body as he kissed the sensitive skin. He chuckled when he noticed the little bumps, “always worked like a charm.” You rolled your eyes at that typical, cocky remark. Even after months of being apart, he knew you like the back of his hand. He never broke eye contact as he slowly slipped you out of your shorts. Even though your room was dark, his eyes were darker, and you could see the lust glistening in them. He started rubbing circles on your clit making your eyes flutter shut and your head fall back into your bed. The sensation suddenly stopped and you groaned at the discomfort starting to grow between your legs. “Look at me,” he barely whispered. You propped yourself up on your elbows and the second you found his eyes he attached his mouth to your clit and slid two fingers into you. You wanted to throw your head back in pleasure, but you know it’d only cause him to stop again. That was always his thing. He loved watching you, and he really loved you watching him. Each lick and pump brought you closer and closer to the edge. Tom could tell you were getting close, he only stopped his movements to whisper, “say my name, love.”
“Oh, Tom,” you began to moan. Each time you repeated his name he would pick up the pace, soon you were chanting his name and a feeling of euphoria swept over your body. A feeling only he could give you. One orgasm wasn’t enough though, you were desperate to be even more intimate with him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he began to kiss you again. You began fumbling with the button of his jeans, but couldn’t seem to get them undone. Tom noticed you struggling and reached down to help you. “I see you haven’t improved your dexterity,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, well I haven’t really had much practice in a while,” you grumbled as he released the button and you pulled down the zipper. Tom smiled as he realized you hadn’t been with anyone else since the two of you broke up. Even though he knew it was selfish, he really couldn’t stand to think of you being with anyone else.
You slipped your hand into his jeans and began palming him through his boxers. He clenched his jaw and hissed from the contact he had been anticipating for so long. It really was a spectacle, him all worked up, curls messy, t shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, dark eyes locked with yours. He was getting harder with each stroke, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much he could take.
Clearly not much because he rolled off of you and began kicking his jeans and boxers off. Once he was free of the clothing you swung your leg over to straddle him. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he pushed himself off the bed just enough for you to pull it off of him. You grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt and started to lift it off when he grabbed your wrists. “Don’t. I love it when you wear my clothes.” You smiled at his confession, especially because he always pretending to be annoyed when you would steal his sweatshirts and t shirts.
Tom was throbbing beneath you. You began grinding against his length, letting your wetness cover his cock. Tom sighed, half in pleasure, half in desperation. You raised an innocent eyebrow at him. “Always such a tease,” he sighed.
You smirked as you lined yourself up and began lowering yourself onto him. His eyes rolled back as he reached for your hips. Squeezing tighter as you began to quicken the pace. He pulled you forward by the back of your neck and began kissing you sloppily. He grabbed your ass, causing you to lean forward even more. He began lifting up his hips to thrust into you, and you bit at the skin on his shoulder to suppress your moans. “I love you,” he whispered into your ear before nipping at its lobe. The feeling of his hot breath against your neck drove you crazy and you let out a loud whine.
He flipped the two of you over so that you were on your back and began thrusting relentlessly. He lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder so that he could thrust even deeper. The new angle was too much, you could feel your abs tightening as another orgasm started to creep up. “Tom I’m- Oh I’m gonna,” you couldn’t even get out a full sentence before the feeling washed over you again. You dragged your nails down his back as he continued to fuck you, riding out your high.
His thrusts started getting sporadic and you could tell he was close. He got up on his knees and he started to jerk himself off, but before he could cum you scooted forward and took his length in your mouth. You bobbed your head before sucking on the head, running your tongue over the little slit—his most sensitive spot. He ran his hands through your hair before letting out a breathy “fuuuuck.” Soon hot ribbons of cum were shot down your throat—you savored the taste that you didn’t even know you’d missed. He collapsed next to you, letting out a satisfied sigh. He held out one of his arms, inviting you to snuggle up under it. Once you found yourself situated in the familiar position, you looked up at him and whispered, “I love you, too.” Tom gave you a kiss on the forehead before pulling the covers up over the two of you.
You woke up alone. You immediately made yourself believe that he must’ve left early so that he wouldn’t have to face you. You should’ve known it was all too good to be true. You wanted to bury yourself under the covers in embarrassment, but then you noticed music playing faintly. It sounded like Goodness Gracious by The Heligoats. That was Tom’s favorite song on your morning playlist.
You dragged yourself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, and there he was. Flipping pancakes and sipping on coffee while wearing nothing but boxers. He was singing along so softly that you could barely hear him, you always loved the few moments you could hear him sing. You started humming along yourself, which caught his attention.
“Good morning love, I was worried the coffee would go cold by the time you finally woke up,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pouring yourself a cup. 
“Good morning to you too.”
“I’ve got plans for us next weekend.”
“Oh really? Well I’ll have to see if—”
“You don’t work.”
“Oh. How exactly do you know that?”
“You never unsynced our calendars. How was your gyno appointment by the way?”
“Uhh,” you could feel the heat flood through your cheeks.
“I’m only joking, darling,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, BAFTAs are next weekend, I figured that’d be the perfect way to introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend.” 

Full Moon Illumination
  • The House the Full Moon travels through is considered "illuminated". It grants clarity.
  • In 1st: Image. Overall clarity. Realizations. Illuminates personality flaws, as well.
  • In 2nd: Self-Worth. What we define ourselves as.
  • In 3rd: Realizations. Clarity. You often learn surprising information at this time.
  • In 4th: Comforts. This is likely a difficult time, actually. You may find yourself needing to relax, and avoid others. Empathy is also at an all-time high. You'll probably cry.
  • In 5th: Drama. Experiences. You often find that others notice you more. It's as though you're in the Spotlight.
  • In 6th: Health Issues come into light, or you're "cured" of an illness. This is also a magical time.
  • In 7th: Romantics and Commitment are realized. Do you love someone? Lots of times, realizations of "Not Love" happen due to this.
  • In 8th: Secrets are revealed. You often overreact to something. Problems arise. Drama.
  • In 9th: Realization. Clarity.
  • In 10th: You're looked at as an authority. People doubt you less.
  • In 11th: Drama. Changes in community. Friend-issues.
  • In 12th: Realization and Clarity, especially for those who have Anxiety. Alternatively, for neurotupicals, this can suggest a day you feel chaotic and isolated.

“Every choice we make brings us either closer to our divine nature or further away from it.”  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

We are all god-fragments that have chosen to function in a limited state of conditioned consciousness (modes of operation/MO). Our bodies are necessary instruments for having a particular frame of reference in order to experience all that physical life has to offer.

We (as individuated shards of Source) have collectively fallen asleep to our true nature. Accepting this state of divine amnesia allowed us to buy into false belief-systems of fear, separateness, powerlessness and person-hood. In each moment life gives us opportunities to awaken from an un-illuminated state to Self-Realization.  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

Hunger

Pairing: Peter Parker x F!Reader

Special: Spooky, and not so spooky, Oneshots for October.

Request: peter and the reader are dating but peter says they should go on a break. reader is upset and thinks they’re officially broken up, so to move on she goes on a date with someone who turns out to be a ghoul, and he attacks her. peter or the avengers saves the reader and kill the ghoul. reader and peter make up at the hospital.

Warnings: some violence & mild gore

Tokyo Ghoul AU!


The day Peter and you started dating had been one of the happiest days of your life. And as you argued with him now, you wished you could go back to that day.

You waited an hour before he finally showed up for your date, sporting a black eye. When you asked him about it, he brushed it off. He remained distant throughout the date, giving you curt replies. It was if his mind was elsewhere. Finally, you had had enough and decided to confront him as he walked you home. Immediately, he got defensive. You were worried about him, but he didn’t seem to understand that.

“Why can’t you drop it, Y/N? I told you, I’m fine!” he shouted angrily.

You were taken back by his tone and paused momentarily before saying, “Peter, you have a black eye! And you don’t want to tell me what happened. Why are you acting as if I don’t know you fight crime on a regular basis?” You crossed your arms. “Hell, even back when I didn’t know, at least you came up with excuses.”

He looked away from you, settling his gaze on the busy road. “I don’t have to tell you everything.”

You took a few steps towards him, only for him to take a step back. Hurt, you quietly asked, “Why are you being like this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Like what?”

The hurt you felt was replaced by anger at his sudden attitude towards you. “You hardly spoke throughout our date, you showed up late, and when I asked what happened you just snapped at me!”

Peter faced you. “You’re always nagging me! I’m tired of it!”

“Wow, Peter. I’m sorry me caring about you has made me a nag!” you shouted.

He didn’t reply.

You turned away from him. “I’m going home.”

“Y/N, wait,” he called out.

You turned, expecting him to finally explain what was wrong, or to at least to leave things on a good note.

“We should take a break,” he said and looked away again. “Just for a little while.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you bit your lower lip as you tried to keep your composure. You nodded and took off towards your apartment.

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La douleur exquise

Member: Joshua

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Use of Alcohol; Miscarriage

Rating: Teens and Up

a/n: I found this in my drafts, I think I wrote it for Jun when I saw Jun’s teaser for Al1 but I changed the member to Joshua. Since I haven’t been very active lately and I’m still working on the requests, I thought I’d post this. I’m sorry for taking so long with the requests, I promise I’m working on it, school’s just taking up most of my time.

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Horoscope - Feb 10 2017

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(Mar 21 – Apr 19)

If you’ve allowed pressure to build up inside, the release valve is pulled today. You may engage in a childish foot-stomping display of emotion as the theatrical Leo Full Moon is eclipsed in your 5th House of Self-Expression. Prevent an embarrassing spectacle by tapping into the objectivity of Mercury in Aquarius, whose friendly connection with amicable Venus inspires you to stay calm, cool and collected when expressing your desires. Benjamin Franklin said, “If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.”

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Until The Sea Takes Me

(Authors Note: Pricefield pirate!au where Chloe is a siren and Max is a captain, plus a lot of other favs along the way)

Wooden floorboards rocked gently under Max’s worn leather boots while she stared out into a thick grey fog crawling towards her ship on the horizon. Seafoam crashed against the ship’s sides, spraying her hands lightly where they rested on the ledge and bring the familiar scent of salt with it. Her blue eyes squinted against the wind as it plastered her short brown locks against her cheeks. Above her, a crewmate sat readily in the crow’s nest, looking for any sign of refuge. It had been weeks since the last storm took them off course, the exact area they now sailed unknown. Supplies were getting low, and the Prescott’s jewels would not be helpful to a crew full of starving stomachs. She had been so caught up with evading capture for their deeds to get the jewels, attention to the skies was lost. From the failure to properly plan for a storm bred the situation she and her crew now faced. A familiar voice spoke up behind her, dragging her attention from the sea.

“Captain? I’ve been charting our course as best I could since the storm, and I believe we should be coming to some islands soon enough.” A scrawny boy, barely eighteen, spoke to her, his large brown eyes hopeful as he held out a map marked with his notes. Max glanced it over before nodding at him.

“Are there any villages you know of there? Some place to restock?” Her calm, but stern, tone dimmed his enthusiasm slightly.

“Not that I know of, but there’s still a chance. Besides, I’m sure we could find something from the land itself, if not.” A cheerful smile played on his lips as he tried to remain positive. He always helped Max to see the brighter side of things.

“Thank you, Warren.” She spoke softly and dismissed him with a nod of her head before turning her attention back to the horizon.

Max’s gaze squinted into the mist that had now begun to close around the ship, slate fingers of fog dancing around her ankles. Cold breezes rushed over her body to bring goosebumps to her skin. A low hum caught her ear gently, practically hidden among the sounds of the waves. Max furrowed her brow at the odd sound while straining to decipher the noise. It ebbed and flowed in time with the sea, humming turning to high notes that filled her head. Her feet took steps without her knowledge towards the edge of the boat while her arms held onto the side to help her stay steady as she was rocked. Max peered over the edge as her head became as fuzzy as the air engulfing her.

Just past her clear view lay a flash of bright blue, floating slightly above the water’s surface. As the ship sailed closer, pale skin appeared on thin shoulders, but it was the piercing blue eyes that would haunt Max. A woman sat naked, leaning her arm against a rock peeking out of the dark waters. The bottom half of her body remained unseen, for it was hidden by the sea as well. Her lips parted to allow a song to escape, twisting around Max’s mind like a serpent. As the woman’s icy eyes met hers, the song stopped, and a look close to confusion crossed over her face. Max leaned further over the edge of her ship, somehow needing to be closer to the woman, yet also unaware of her surroundings. The blue eyes widened as Max lost her balance, leaning too far towards the sea.

A hand firmly grasped both her shoulders, pulling Max back as she watched the blue haired woman dive forward under the water. As she went under the waves, behind her a brilliant tail the same color as her hair flipped out from the water with a splash. Max gasped from both the sight and being thrust backwards so suddenly. A voice broke through the haze she had been, filled with worry.

“Captain! Are you alright?” Max turned to see one of her crewmates staring at her with large eyes.

“What? Oh–Yeah, I’m okay Dana. I just…thought I saw something.” As Max spoke she looked out to where she had seen the strange woman.

“Must have been a pretty sight to go overboard for it, Ma’am.”

“Yeah…” Max agreed returning a lighthearted smile to Dana.

“I came down here to tell you that Brooke spotted something not too far ahead. She thinks it’s land.”  

“Right, tell Juliet to set a course for it then.” Max instructed as Dana gave a small verbal agreement before taking off. ‘Hopefully we can find our way out of this endless sea,’ Max thought to herself as she began her way back to her cabin, ‘Obviously my time out here is beginning to take its toll.’

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A dark quill scratched along cream parchment as Max detailed out the crew’s next heist. She always took time to think most of their crimes through, as not to get anyone on her team caught, unlike some pirates who plundered any which way they pleased and ended up hanging from the gallows for it. So far, her track record for keeping her mates alive was spotless. Max intended to keep it that way.

As her quill slashed out one idea of the plan, the ship jumped, causing her to knock over a bottle of ink across the paper. She cursed before rising to her feet only to be met with another tip. Max kept her balance as she rushed her way out of the cabin to be directly on the deck.

Outside, gusts of wind snatched the sails violently out of the hands of crewmates who tried to tame them with ropes. Juliet violently steered the ship towards safety as they came closer to the island Brooke had noticed. Springing into action, Max quickly took hold of ropes to keep the sails pushing towards their destination as her crew yelled orders at each other. The rope in her hands fought, slipping through her fingers and leaving hot trails behind it. Max maintained her grip with the help of Dana and Stella though.

Just as the wind died down and Warren released the anchor for their ship, a crash from the front flung Max over the edge. Her hands grasped wildly for the rope, but there was nothing but frozen air to clutch. Her back smacked into oncoming waves with fever, the water eagerly gobbling up her entire body. As the waves tossed her over and over, Max found no breath to inhale, choking on the mouthfuls of salty water that forced its way in.

Her world was darkness until her eyes noticed a flicker of iridescence  move past her. Max closed her eyes out of fear some sea monster she had heard tales about was finally hear to take her. Then, something cold parted her lips, sucking out the water that had been in her lungs and replacing it with air. With surprise, Max flung her burning eyes open to see that same pair of icy blue ones illuminating her face. Max realized the cold feeling giving her air was actually lips. In the next moment, strong arms took her by the waist, pulling her what she imagined was upward. Light from the surface shown through as they approached the top, showing the face of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Blue hair floated like a halo as the light touched it, but Max found her vision darkening around the edges despite herself. The only image left before she lost herself in the touch of those chilly lips was the woman’s eyes looking at her as if pleading.

To find truth you must experience it in your soul. You can read hundreds of books, or study the religions of all time, and find that all of them have one common point, one common denominator: and this is love-which is another word for light or soul illumination. To realize this soul illumination, you have to shut away the clamor of the lower mind, to become humble, very simple.
—  White Eagle
Just Friends | Kim Jongdae

Genre- Fluff

Word Count1.3k

Summary - In which you and Jongdae claim to be just friends, even though you’re his girlfiend and the boys have yet to find out about your relationship. 


Y/N’s POV

Jongdae and I had been secretly dating for the past few weeks and tonight was once again one of those nights where we had to keep our thing on the down-low. Why secretly you ask? Well I happen to be the little sister of Mr. Byun Baekhyun and even though we weren’t actually scared of how Baek would react, we still decided to keep it a secret.’ Living on the edge’ he calls it.

 We drove to the dorm in a comfortable silence, making our way over for a movie night Junmyeon hyung had planned for all of us.

“Last kiss for the next hour?” He pouted leaning in and I rolled my eyes before simply placing two of my fingers on top of his lips. He opened his eyes only to whine out in frustration only causing me to laugh at his desperation. After I caught my breath

“Okay, no kissing, cuddling or staring at me for longer than a normal person would” I solely instructed taking my key out of the ignition  

“For the last time Y/N ah, can you please stop going through the rules with me every time? I’m nit 5 years old!” He groaned getting out of the vehicle causing me to laugh.

“Really? Because I have a feeling a 5 year old wouldn’t put his arm around my waist while we were at that club the other day with them. You should’ve seen the looks Sehun kept giving you, he’s onto us” I stated

“Nonsense! He probably forgot it the next day” He laughed pressing the button in the lift

As we entered through the doors, an eruption of cheers and laughter filled the main living room. I shook my head before making my way towards the sofas, looking at the boys goofing around was a usual thing as Jongdae and I were ‘best friends’, I used to come here often

“Finally! It’s about time the celebrity power-couple arrived” My brother commented plopping down on the sofa next to me which caused me to roll my eyes but freeze inside.

During the past few weeks, Jongdae have been caught in quite… Compromising positions. Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter! I mean him coming back home late every time he told the boys he was going to 'hang out’ with me, the two of us standing/sitting extremely close at every given opportunity and most suspicious of all, Baek caught Jongdae kissing my nose last week. We had to pass it off as

something we usually did as 'Besties’ , but he didn’t seem convinced. It’s not like we were scared of telling him, to be honest, he’d be the biggest supporter of our relationship. But something about letting him know that I was dating one of his closest friends, seemed wrong.

“I’m not famous” I mindlessly shrugged putting the biggest smirks on their faces. I looked around confused as Jongdae mimicked my actions.

"Is that the only part of the sentence you’re going to change?” Sehun finally squeaked from across the room, before all of them broke into huge fits of laughter whilst my cheeks managed to grow the darkest shade of red. Of course! He called us a damn couple.

“Okay, okay. Cool down, let’s not freak out over Y/N ah’s bird brain not being able to process the whole sentence” He quickly commented as I gave him a little glare

“I don’t think I’m hearing any denial from you either hyung…” Sehun winked patting him on the back. Luckily, Suho hyung managed to calm everyone down before we all got into our preferred seats and started the movie.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Jondae not-so-subtly trying to make his way through to me. As most of the attention was on the gruesome scene the horror movie displayed, he managed to lightly sit down next to me. I felt his arm snake around my waist before pulling me closer to him but I slapped it away and moved back to my original position.

“Come on! I always put my arm around your waist, they won’t suspect anything” He leaned over and whined into my ear which caused me to roll my eyes

“We can’t take any chances” I retorted turning my head to watch the movie

“Seriously, I thought you were the risk taker in this relationship?” He smirked and I snapped my head in his direction

“What do you mean by were?” I hissed leaning slightly closer to him so that none of the words exchanged would leave the two of us. Sure I was the spontaneous one who would call him up at 3am for a walk in the old forest, but this kind of risk…

“I mean, you can’t give your boyfriend one little kiss just because you’re scared that the hyungs will find out about our little thing" He innocently smiled putting his arm around my shoulders, which obviously caused a few snickers here and there.

“You want risky? I’ll give you risky” I breathed before grasping the collar of his hoodie and capturing his lips into a passionate kiss. I felt his smirk slightly parting his lips from mine before everything around us suddenly illuminated as I realized the lights had been turned on. I abruptly pulled away looking around with wide eyes for the idiot that decided to pull this shenanigan.

“And this gentlemen is the way my very smart sister, hides her relationship” Baekhyun smiled, well laughed standing next to the light switch.Jondae was frozen in sheer embarrassment when all the boys began to laugh like there was no tomorrow, whilst I hid my head in his chest to distract the pink tint of my cheeks

“You knew?” He finally squeaked and I quickly looked up curiously to find out how

“I’m actually wondering about who didn’t…” He chuckled, earning nods and murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group

“Wait, I didn’t know… What are we talking about?” Yixing popped up from his nap making Minseok, who was sitting next to him, jump out of his skin

“Oh we’re just talking about Y/N ah and Jongdae being in a secret relationship” Chanyeol shrugged to which Yixing simply nodded and went back to sleep.

“Even the unicorn knew…” Kyungsoo finally caught his breath before making the other boys lose it once more. I managed to aim and successfully hit Jongin, the central of the  laughter clan, with a cushion.

“Wah! What was that for!?” He called out throwing it back at me

“To get you to stop laughing! Can we please talk about something else?” I requested placing my hands on my burning cheeks

“Oh no! No, we want to know when you were planning on telling us” Junmeon hyung smirked leaning back on his seat which caused me to let out an agitated groan

“And we’d prefer the explanation from your boyfriend. After he’s done being frozen in fear of course” Baekhyun more instructed than requested

“Aish! Hyung I promise we were going to tell you soon” Jongdae suddenly sounded so innocent and scared, I think it shocked everyone.

“Woah, dropping his sass for his girl! What happened to you Jongdae Hyung!” Jongin exclaimed earning yet another cushion to his face

“Wah! It’s okay, you guys don’t have to be sorry. But I’m a little hurt that you wanted to hide such a big thing about your life from me” Baekhyun sighed sitting down next to me

“I’m sorry Baek. But you can blame your friend over here who wants to feel like he’s in ‘Mission Impossible’ everyday” I scoffed leaning against my brother earning an eruption of laughter from the boys and an offended gasp from my boyfriend

“Do not! I just… Yeah I’ve got nothing. Sorry” Jongdae raised his hands in defeat

“Well you two are horrible at keeping your relationship a secret” Xiumin hyung confessed causing me to raise my eyebrow

“No! Come on, we had you guys convinced we were just friends…” I retorted which ignited a whole lot of responses on the things that proved we looked like we were in a relationship. The night continued to be filled with laughter and jokes about our failed attempt to hide our relationship


A/N: A fun little something for you lovelies to read whilst I get started on my 4 requests! I really love the fact that you guys are finally requesting, I really hope my imagines live up to your expectations. I’ll see you later Loves 

-Shazz xx

MASTERLIST

Anyone else ever think about the way Johnny’s eyes absolutely illuminate when he realizes Bull is alive? Like, that unrestrained “BULL!” gets me every time.

And then they just stand there staring at each other, trying to hide their goofy grins, trying to restrain the urge to embrace in front of everyone. And Bull gives Johnny that fond smile that is so full of affection and unsaid sweetness? And Johnny is actually radiant with happiness and his dimples pop out cause he’s smiling so hard.

“It’s good to see you” –> “God, I love you”

Like… it’s very obvious to me that they’re in love

A Prayer to Lady Luna

O Goddess of the Moon,

A foreign yet familiar presence in the sky.

We bask in awe of your soft pale light

Your soft crescent smile among the stars

A tidal force for more than just the ocean.

O Queen of Secrets,

You bring light to the darkness,

Revealing the details of the unknown

Without the sudden illumination of realization.

Your phases bring clarity of understanding the whole.

O Lady of Night,

Hear these praises as I bid thee well.

To Be Sent a Savior

Reader x Tobi

Prompt: In which you’ve managed to get your car stuck in the snow have luckily been sent a savior. And a cute one, at that.

Note: This is a collab with @sidemen-basic, much thanks to Abby for writing this with me. Day 4 of Sydneyxix’s 12 Days of Ficmas [Day 3 here].  | Dt: @pizzabandsyoutube 

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“Oh, fuck.”

If it wasn’t for the profanity that had just fallen so naturally off of your tongue, you would’ve thought you were dead. I mean, all of the signs were there: your car had spun out on the icy road, there was a jolty, harsh thud, and you were staring at a blank expanse of whiteness. But after a few dazed moments of blinking and deep breaths, you realized that, no, you were not ascending to heaven. You were actually just stuck in a snow bank.

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Sorry I Made Fun of Your Eyebrows

Okay, I don’t think the Christmas special was my favorite special chapter ever, that honor probably belongs to 413 Days, but this one had its moments. At least until it got super creepy.

It made me think about why Gajeel doesn’t have eyebrows. And suddenly I had my own headcanon for it. I do semi-plan on doing Gruvia and Nalu post Christmas one shots but I shouldn’t really say anything for sure because I am terrible at keeping fanfic promises.

Anyway, on to my terrible headcanon.


Gajeel glanced at Levy, currently dead to the world, before looking back at Panther Lily. The Exceed looked up at him. “How much do you think she’ll remember?”

He shrugged. “Nothing if she’s lucky. It’s a night I wish I could forget…” He scowled, thinking about the game Erza had made them all play. “No wonder that idiot and the stripper don’t like being around the girls when they’re drunk.”

“Erza is terrifying in a whole new way when she’s drunk.” Lily fluttered over Levy adjusting her blanket. “Are we staying the night?”

“Yeah. If she gets sick, someone better be here.”

“Gajeel…?”

“What?”

“When are you going to tell-”

“Shut up.” He growled. “Now’s not the time.”

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masquerlaid  asked:

❝You can sleep now, you said. You said that. I had a dream where you said that. Thanks for saying that. You weren’t supposed to.❞

richard siken / selectively accepting.

      “mhmm? dreaming about me? well, i’m flattered to say the least.” he didn’t quiet understand as to what lucio was implying. then again, the count hadn’t slept for several days and only recently managed to with some help of medication. he pondered several minutes on what lucio was speaking about, for now it merely sounded like he was rhyming off some strange happening in the dream he had.

        “ah! i understand now !” a finger raised in the air, face illuminating with realization. “you had a nightmare, didn’t you? before you slept i told you it was okay to sleep, which you did, and then you had a nightmare… and now,” he took a seat by the count, canting his head to the side. “– now you’re blaming your bad dreams on me… interesting.”

There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.
—  Guru Nanak Dev Ji