maybe read a book next to a lit candle even though the lights still work

Rainy Night - a Josh Dun imagine

I really hope you like this. If you find any errors, since no one has yet read beta, let me know. 
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Reader x Josh Dun
words: 1933 
warnings: thunder storm

Lighting bolts lit the sky and it took the thunder only seconds to follow up. The sound was so loud you even heard it through your head phones. You took them off and was surprised how loud the storm raged outside. The sky was black and purple with a hint of red and a deep sigh emerged from your lips. This was not the way you had imagined tonight. A loud noise from next door and you sighed again – this time: angered. Maybe something fell again? Maybe the weird neighbour, who never seemed to be home except for when you needed a break, was up to some new sports trend again? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew was that he was extremely annoying.

You paused the sitcom friends that flickered on the screen and got up. Tonight’s plan actually had been to stay inside and watch friends with friends. But messages had popped up on your phone all night, telling you your friends were too scared to leave their flats during the storm. But fine, then some wine and the show would do fine for yourself, too.

A lightning cracked over the sky and lit up the apartment for a moment so bright you thought it was daytime again, before all turned black and the thunder rolled over the city once more. Hopefully this won’t result in…, you thought to yourself but too late. Suddenly all lamps went off and the TV screen went pitch black as well.

Oh no…

You walked over to the switches to check whether it really was a power blackout or not. But as you tried the switches three four times and the lamps wouldn’t turn on again, you sighed again. This was about to turn out as the worst night of the year so far. You could hear the guy from next door curse but then it was quiet again.

Gathering all candles that you owned with the flashlight of your smartphone, a reliable source of light was built around the couch. The collection of birthday candles, scented candles and normal tea lights must have looked weird with the lights turned on, but right now, spreading warm light and being a source of comfort, you were glad to have them all here.

The one noise that distraught you was a silent, shy knock on the door, just as you had settled on the couch with a blanket and a book. You sighed. Again. Then you got up to look who was out there. It turned out to be your neighbour from next door. Even though it was pitch black outside, the light from the candles lit his bright yellow hair and a smile lit up his face. “Hi, I’m… Josh. From next door. I was hoping you’d be here.”, he said hasty and his hand rushed through his hair, dishevelling it even more than it already was. “I wanted… well, this is gonna be awkward, but I wanted to ask whether you have something to eat?”, he paused and looked at his feet, his hands intertwined with each other, restless.

Raising one eyebrow you looked at him. “Uhm, don’t you have anything yourself?”, was the first thing you asked and you could see that this was not the reaction he’d hoped for.

“Well, I just came home today from tour and wanted to get home tomorrow, but I can’t even leave the building because the elevator isn’t working without the power and so I can’t even order pizza or anything and…”, he mumbled and his voice got faster and faster while his hands kneaded themselves restlessly.

“Hey”, you said and softly laying a hand on his, just for a second to make him stop with all the kneading. “I bet there will be something in the fridge. Come in.”, with saying that you stepped aside and he entered your flat. The hall was dark and you could not see a thing so you closed the door quickly and turned around only to see Josh looking at the candles. He still looked pretty nervous about this but there was the smile again. “(y/n) is it, right?”, he asked you and looked up, squinting his eyes a little to see you in the dark of the door where you still were standing.

“Yup”, you answered, trying to sound casual, but it flattered you that he remembered your name, while all the time you were angered by him you never even tried to learn his name. “Well…”, you said, moving to the fridge a little awkwardly, “let’s see whether we got something to eat for you.”

While walking to the fridge you could hear him sit down on the couch. That was a pro and a con of living in a flat where kitchen, living room and bed room are the same thing. With a tiny panic attack, you looked over at your bed, but relieved you realised that you had made it look extra cosy because your friends actually wanted to come around.

“Your flat looks nice”, Josh said from the couch and you could not help but smile. He didn’t seem to be as annoying as you always thought. “Well, thanks. It’s small and I wish I could afford a bigger one, but I am quite happy.”, you said and opened the fridge. “Okay, we have sandwiches, we have ice cream that will melt if we don’t eat it and we have home made salsa sauce and I bet I’ll find the doritos somewhere.”, you said while getting up, turning around only to face Josh directly. He stood right in front of you, grinning at you. All his nervousness seemed to have faded. “Sounds wonderful.”

Five minutes later you sat together on the couch, each of you eating a sandwich and drinking the wine you had bought for your friends. “So”, you started a conversation as your mouth was empty. “Back from tour, huh? You’re in a band?”

“Yeah, I play the drums in a band called Twenty One Pilots. Tyler and I, that’s… well, the band, we’re making… well… I should show you some time what kind of music we make.”, he said and smiled at you.

“Ah, that’s the noise then.”, you said before you could hold yourself back and Josh shot you a dazzled look. “I mean… I bet you practise when you’re here, right?”

“Yeah, but I had no idea you could still hear me. I will have to check the walls again. I thought I had made sure to not bother anyone.”

The more you talked with Josh, the more you were at ease with this stranger sitting next to you on your couch. He told you about being on tour and the concerts. Also he talked a lot about Tyler and his music. How he missed home and his family. It was really touching, but he also asked a lot of questions about your life, your job and your favourite bands.

The storm outside was still raging on and the electricity wasn’t back yet. As you got to the ice cream, a new wave of thunder was rolling over you and it sounded as if it was directly over your house. Josh’s spoon slipped out of his hand that started to shake uncontrollably again. He looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip.

“Don’t worry”, you said, your voice all soft and comforting. “It will be over soon. And I’m here. I’m here with you until it’s all over.” Putting your ice cream aside you slid closer towards Josh, taking his box of ice cream out of his hands and placing it on the ground before taking his shaking hands in yours.

“They’re all sweaty”, he mumbled and wanted to pull back, but you could hear his voice shaking. “I don’t mind”, you answered and he pressed his eyes close, inhaling deep. “I’m so sorry I am putting you through this it’s just…”, he started, his eyes still closed. Your thumbs drew little circles on the back of his hands while you still held them. “I don’t cope too well with thunder storms and the noise…”

Another loud thunder cut off his voice and you could hear him taking in air sharply. “Don’t you worry.”, you said, moving even closer and stroking his back.

“I’m a stranger to you”, he said quietly.

“You’re my neighbour and we help each other out.”, you insisted and smiled a little. Josh was nice and, what you only just now seemed to notice, smelled nice as well. “I will keep you company”, you raised your voice over another loud crack of thunder, “until this is over, alright?” “Alright”, he answered. His head rested on your shoulder and his breath stroked over the bare skin on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your hand stroke up and down on his back and you could feel his breath getting more and more stable, more and more calm.

Without any idea on how long you’ve sat there, you suddenly opened your eyes. You must have fallen asleep on the couch. Your arms were still around Josh and his head rested on your shoulder, as yours did on his. His arms held you tight and you noticed a tattoo that showed under his sleeve. His breath went steadily, deeply. He was still asleep. Your left foot had fallen asleep and you tried to move it to get the numbness away, but instead, Josh moved in your arms. He woke up.

“Are you okay?”, were the first words he mumbled and his voice sounded deeper than before. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. I just think my foot… not enough blood, you know?”, you stammered, still overwhelmed with his smell, voice, presence.

He yawned and then his grip around you got tighter. “I got a solution for this”, he mumbled and then he stood up, carrying you in his arms.

“Uhm, Josh?”, you said but he only shook his head. “No, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”, he said and walked over to your bed. You caught a glimpse on the alarm clock. 4:23am. Not the time to get up or send someone away to their own bed. So you let Josh place you on your bed before he slid under the blanket next to you, wrapping his arm around you and burying his face in your hair. “Thanks, (y/n)”, he mumbled before drifting off back to sleep.

It took some time again for you to fall asleep yourself, but as you woke up the next morning, you had to admit that you’d never slept as well as with him next to you. But where was he?

Your bed was empty and even the ice cream from yesterday night had been thrown away in the bin. You looked around, listening for sounds in the bathroom but nothing. He left. Sighing you got up and stretched. When you got up, you noticed a note that laid on the ground. The handwriting was orderly and a little heart was drawn on the bottom of the page next to his name. It said:

Dear (y/n), thanks for letting me stay over the night. I left at seven but you looked so peaceful, so I decided not to wake you up. Here’s my number, call me. I’ll be back from visiting the family end of the week. Let’s go out. Have a real date. But please, with ice cream at the end. And maybe this time for cuddling (best cuddles) and sleeping ;) my place?

You sighed again. But this time, happily.

Through Thick and Thin

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean the reader
Warnings: a little bit of angst, swearing, the reader almost breaks up with Sam 
Word Count: 1917
Summary: (by @behindfairies) the reader is dating Sam but doesn’t know about what he really does for a living. When he decides to tell her she freaks out a little, but then eventually decides she will stick with him through anything. 
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A/N: Part two coming soon! Also I’m thinking about turning this into one of my longer series- like maybe having the reader eventually become a hunter? I don’t know. Also, Crowley is going to be in part two so get excited! As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys:) Love, Sam<3

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fic: Guiding Light, chapter 7

Historical Rushbelle, set in the 1780s. Rated T.

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                Nicholas spent the day going over his calculations, trying to find his errors, until his fingers ached no matter how he shook them, and his right hand was black to nearly his wrist with ink. There was a tray, which he hadn’t touched, and when the light from outside started to fade, he conceded that he should fuel his body and stood at the window, sipping the water and chewing the bread and cold ham. There was the damned Mercure ball tomorrow night, and perhaps he could use the time to put in a good word for young Whale, and speak to someone about the criminals running around.

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anonymous asked:

I like your writing yay😊😊 Can you please continue just saying please ily ☺😊

Author’s Note: I never thought about making a part two but here it is.

To my previous Anon: this still counts as ‘the end of the weekend’ right?

#JustSaying (Part Deux) Here’s Part One


“Where’s your boyfriend?” I ask [Y/N] as she slides down the booth. It’s a tradition for us to meet at this diner every Friday and since she started seeing her boyfriend she’s been bringing him along.

“We broke up” she says bluntly as the waiter hands her a menu. I don’t know why the wait staff even bother us with that anymore. Every week we order the same thing. [Y/N] gets a strawberry milkshake and an order of curly fries while I get a double cheese burger with extra pickles.

“Oh” I try to act surprise but I’m not. Lets be honest, her relationship with ‘Mr. Netflix for books’ wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“Yeah, the girls talked me out of seeing him” It takes a lot of willpower not to start fist pumping to express my excitement. Or to pull out my phone to type a reminder to send the each of the girls a muffin basket to show my gratitude.

Our usual waitress comes by to take our orders.

“You deserve better than him, [Y/N]” I tell her while gently rubbing her back. And by better than him, I mean me.

“You guys say that about every guy I date but I don’t think there’s anyone better out there that want to date me” She sighs and rests her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sure there are plenty of guys out there who want to date you, guys who have a real job and don’t make you pay for dates" Guys who play bass guitar and get along with her St Bernard, Cujo.

[Y/N] laughs “If there’s anything positive about my breakup it’s that I’ve saved $100 by not having to pay for dates.”

I turn my head to smile at her as the waitress puts down our food.

In between bites of food we discuss all the important topics of the day.

Whether Teresa Guidice will still be on Real Housewives of New Jersey when she gets out of prison. The blind otter at the Vancouver Aquarium. Michigan State football. Why Alex Gerard goes to the hair salon every single day.

I pay our bill while [Y/N] is in the washroom. As we’re in the parking lot walking to our cars, I realize that with my luck [Y/N] will probably have a new loser boyfriend the next time we meet up at the diner.

"Hey [Y/N],” She stops walking and looks up at me expectantly “do you want to do something else after this? We could go to the movies or go down the boardwalk or the beach…” I trail off trying to gage her interest in the idea but she has on her poker face.

[Y/N] raises her eyebrow “Calum Thomas Hood, it sounds like you’re asking me on a date”

“Well then it is exactly what it sounds like.” I tell [Y/N] confidently.

“You know I’d go anywhere with you, Calum” She giggles and I drape my arm across her shoulder leading her to the direction of the shops.


My friend, [Y/N] and I are walking down the aisles of Costco shopping for the housewarming party she was helping me plan.

“[Y/N], do we really need all this food?” I ask her as she puts a container of seven layer dip in the shopping cart.

“Well yeah” She says grabbing some flannel pajamas off the display. Somehow this shopping trip turned from buying stuff for my new apartment to buying random crap [Y/N] needs.

I glance down at our almost full cart. “How many people are going to be there that we need 150 two bite brownies?”

“Okay, well you and I are going to eat like 90 of them in the days leading up to the party and then that leaves 60 for the fifteen people that are coming.” [Y/N] replies, grabbing some contact solution before making our way to the check out.

I watch as the family next to us buys eight jugs of milk. How are they going to finish that before it expires? “We’ve been out this whole time and you haven’t even said anything about your boyfriend” I’d hate to ruin the moment by bringing him up but I feel like that’s the sort of things friends talk about. Friends.

[Y/N] shrugs her shoulders “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore”. Okay that is definitely something friends are supposed to tell each other.

“What happened?” I can actually list a multitude of reasons why they would break up. First, he cheats at poker, secondly, he thinks that “people only have pockets on their jackets for the look” and wants to invent a jacket with fake pockets, third-

[Y/N] snaps me out of my mental monologue. “His mom walked in on us when we were about to you know…” [Y/N] makes hand gestures that make it look like she’s trying to make a shadow puppet using the fluorescent Costco lighting. “I couldn’t his mom in the eye after that happened so I broke it off”.

The cashier finishes scanning our items and I’ve managed to spend $200 on this housewarming party; even without [Y/N]’s pack of 32 C batteries and three litres of shampoo.

The next obvious step in our Costco adventure is to brave the twenty person long line in order to buy ice cream sundaes.

“Who knows maybe I’ll meet someone at your housewarming party.” I scoff at [Y/N]’s suggestion. “Invite any cute guys?” I’m pretty sure [Y/N] and I have different ideas about the kind of guys she should date.

“I don’t know [Y/N] there might be one guy there that you’ll like but you’ve already met him.” I try to be subtle as  a guy walks past me holding six whole pizzas.

Her eyes widen “Really?”

“Yup.” I tell her confidently as we move up to twenty fifth in line.

[Y/N] bats her eyelashes at me. “Well I hope he’s tall with hazel eyes and a fantastic sense of rhythm and hair the color of the caramel syrup I’m getting on my sundae.”


I’m hanging out at [Y/N]’s apartment after the movies as she packs up her boyfriend’s things. Normally I’d leave her alone to do this but she specifically said she didn’t want to be alone right now.

So here I am. Lying on her couch and reading her ornithology textbook from last semester

“Do you think she’s pretty? Prettier than me?”[Y/N] asks throwing like seven pairs of shoes into a box with “Cheater” scrawled on the side with red Sharpie. 

“I don’t know, [Y/N], I only saw the back of her head"I tell her focusing back on the chapter explaining the evolution of birds. The textbook is quite funny, well not the actual content in the books but rather the speech bubbles [Y/N] has drawn next to the pictures with captions that are just thinly veiled Mean Girl quotes.

"Did she have a nice head shape?” [Y/N] inquires pulling out piles of clothes, hangers and all, and stuffing them into the now overflowing box.

“What?” I ask pulling myself away from the chapter on Flightless Birds. Which is a shame because the Emu just telling the Cassowary: “Oh my god you can’t just go around asking the Asian ostrich why they went extinct”.

“You said you only saw the back of her head, did she have a nice head shape” [Y/N] probably decided she didn’t want to waste her velvet flocked hangers on her ex-boyfriend so now she’s taking them off one by one.

“Um… I guess. I didn’t see any alarming deformities.” I know the correct answer would be ‘no, you’re way hotter, her hair was super greasy’ or something along those lines but I’ve never been good at lying to [Y/N]. Seriously though, how did [Y/N]’s ex get two girlfriends and I can’t even get one.

“How did you not think this was a possibility? Didn’t you say he was always telling you he was hanging out at the mall for like hours on end?” Normal people who aren’t cheating don’t do shady things like that.

“I don’t know, I thought that maybe, just maybe, he got a job that he was super embarrassed about.” [Y/N] seals the box up with tape. “Well that’s everything.”

“When’s he coming to get his stuff.” I ask her, moving on to speech bubble of Stellar Jays telling one of their own that sharing a bird feeder with a Chickadee was totally off limits according to the rules of feminism.

“Tonight at seven.” [Y/N] sits down next to me on the couch. It’s not really a couch, its more like a love seat, which means our thighs are touching.

I reluctantly put down her ornithology textbook and get up. “Well I guess I better-“

“Or you could stay.” She looks up at me hopefully “we could order delivery from that Italian place that’s nearby and watch the Islanders-Avalanche game.”

Well that just sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.

“I guess I’ll stay. Even if it means me sitting through three hours of you gushing over how tall and blonde Gabriel Landeskog is.” I tell her sitting back down with [Y/N] snuggles into my side.

[Y/N] shrugs “What can I say, I have a type.”


I am at [Y/N]’s house putting the finishing touches on my signature dish. In other words, I was putting the sushi I got onto a non-paper and non-styrofoam surface. I also lit some candles I found in the bathroom cabinet. At the time I didn’t realize it but it turns out they were scented. I hope [Y/N] likes the smell of ‘Snow dusted woods’ with her chopped scallop roll.

"Oops,” I said dropping a piece of salmon sashimi on [Y/N]’s kitchen floor. Before I could bend down to pick it up, and totally not rinse it off in the sink and put it back on the platter, her cat Kovu (yeah like from Lion King 2) snatches it up and carries it over to his bed to devour.

Definitely not letting [Y/N] know about this.

After I throw out the takeout containers I hear [Y/N]’s front door open and the sound of [Y/N] humming ‘Mrs. All-American’ following.

”Michael what are you doing here?” [Y/N] asks as I squeeze soy sauce out of the packets.

I point at the banner I put up earlier “[Y/N]’s Post Break Up Extravaganza” She reads. She’s still in her work clothes, she looks so cute.

“You’re celebrating my breakup?” [Y/N] looks like she’s tired of my shit but we both know she loves me.

“Its a big accomplishment” I know I’ve never had to break up with anyone who was ‘Instagram famous’

“You don’t know how hard it was, he had just started incorporating calisthenics into his workout."Y/N eyes the sushi I’ve arranged on the platter. She’s obviously hungry but we need to get something out of the way before we make our breath reek of fish.

"Well we’re also celebrating that I can finally go up to you and do this.” I pull her close to my body and press my lips against hers. [Y/N] moans and tangles her fingers in my crimson hair, deepens our kiss.

[Y/N] pulls aways from our kiss smiling. “Well that’s certainly worth celebrating.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” I tell her nuzzling my head into her neck and running my hands down her back. With my cheek pressed against the side of her neck I can feel the effect our kiss has on her body: her pulse is racing and her breath is shallow.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Kovu strut off, he’s clearly seen his fill of PDA for today.

“Mikey, as much as I like making out in the kitchen. The sushi you put out looks really good.”

I laugh and let [Y/N] escape from my arms before she faints.