FRIENDLY REMINDER that you’re wonderful, marvelous, beautiful and, overall, a treasure to this world we’re in. You’re strong, courageous and invincible as long as you stay true to yourself and admire that incredible self-worth you definitely own. You can move mountains, fly to the highest of points and walk miles & miles forward. You can accomplish your dreams, every single one of them, but you must also own patience —— remember that the best things in life are not colossally easy, but they’re immensely worth it in the end once you decide to take the challenge. Do take in mind that mistakes are OKAY, for they’re not there to sink you but to aid you in the carving of new paths and perspectives, but please do make sure to own your errors and embrace them, for that will add maturity to your character. FIGHT for what you want ( and respect what others want, as well ), use the gloves of wisdom and KNOCK the non-believers down; you got this and you will be able to go a long way if you keep moving. Don’t just stand there ( or do, if you need a break; never be afraid of pauses, but don’t get eternally stuck in them, you always have to go somewhere, remember that ), do something —— you’re capable of that and much more. I believe in you.
And most importantly, remember that you are LOVED. No matter who you are or what you’ve chosen to be; a GOOD heart with HUMBLE intentions will always have a precious space when it comes to affection. Don’t focus on the ones that have done you wrong nor on the ones who are just there when you’re doing good —— focus on the people who give you genuine care and have frequently tried to guide you toward a way up instead of down; who have been there in your sadness and happiness, fails and successes.
Also, TRY to let go of negativity ( it’s hard sometimes, but slowly attempt to loosen your grip on things that make your heart ache ), don’t cloud your mind with further fog, but let light in. You are sunshine, you are the fluffy clouds which look like cotton candy, you are flowers swinging back and forth due to peaceful breeze. You are GREAT, and you are LOVED. So, very loved. Never give up, keep on going. I appreciate you, and I’m here for you. Thank you for being who you are.
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic, so please please try not to be harsh, but constructive feedback is always welcome! Inspired by the song “Good night” by Gloriana
You laughed with Dean as he held open the white gate in your front yard, letting you go through. “So, wait, wait, you’re telling me you chickened out on hooking up with a girl and used the excuse ‘my little brother’s having puberty issues’? And it worked?” you asked, wiping tears from your eyes.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck, laughing in embarrassment. “Yep.” You shook your head, hopping up onto the front steps of your porch as your laughter subsided.
“Hey, so can I ask you something?” you asked, crossing your arms slightly as you turned to look at him, head tilted. He glanced up, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, a smile splitting his face. “Sure, shoot,” he invited.
“What took you so long to ask me out?” you blurted, biting your bottom lip, a soft smile playing across your face.
He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted on his feet. “ Uh, well, I was going to, but…” he glanced all around before his gorgeous green eyes landed on you. “I had fun tonight,” he admitted, giving a short embarrassed laugh and looking back at the ground.
You looked down as well, nodding. “Yeah, me too,” you agreed softly. There was a silence between the two of you before he spoke again, meeting your gaze.
“So,” he began quietly. “I guess I'll see you around?” he asked hopefully and you laughed slightly, shaking your head.
“You are leaving tomorrow, remember?” you reminded him, sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. You knew all about the Winchester business, but that didn’t make watching them leave any easier.
Dean’s smile disappeared to be replaced with a look of disappointment as he nodded. “Yeah.” he sighed.
He backed up a few steps, giving you a tiny smile. “Well. Good night,” he murmured. You gave him a half smile, waving as you let yourself in the front door, disappointment tugging at your chest.
Dean could’ve kicked himself. 7 months of working up the courage to ask y/n out, after years of friendship, and he didn’t even kiss her?
He sat in the Impala in front of her house, the engine running as he watched the porch lights go out. He would’ve given anything to not have to leave tomorrow if it meant he could’ve stayed.
The date had gone perfectly, and just when he’d been about to move in, the reminder they’d be parting ways had been a slap from reality.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot hovering over the gas. “Son of a bitch,” he whispered, tilting his head back before turning off the Impala and throwing open the door.
He wouldn’t leave things like this.
He jogged through the yard, bounding up the steps and just before his knuckle made contact with the door, it swung open, y/n’s face peeking through the crack shyly.
There was no way Dean could’ve seen you as you watched him sit in his car from your bedroom window, wondering what went wrong and praying, hoping, that he wouldn’t go.
He should've kissed you.
He should’ve pushed you up against the wall, and Dean Winchester should’ve kissed you. You were right on the edge and ready to fall, and he’d just turned and walked away.
Your heart soared as he jogged towards the door and you nearly sprinted down the stairs to open it before he could knock.
Half scared to death, and your chests heaving, you stared at each other for a split second before his left hand cupped your face, the other landing on your waist as you gripped his shoulder, his lips landing firmly on yours.
You smiled against his lips as he backed you gently against the open door, closing it quietly behind the two of you before pulling away long enough to press you against the nearest wall, his hand cradling your neck while your fingers tangled in his hair, a smile playing across both of your faces.
“Now it’s a good night,” you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss.
You glanced up from your phone screen while you stood waiting at the traffic lights. There was well dressed man next to you speaking loudly on the phone. He was wearing a suit and a pair of very dark sunglasses. ‘I’ll get there when I get there! I told you I couldn’t get the car to start so I’m walking! Just start the meeting without me!’ You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses and glanced back at him, sighing at how obnoxious he was being.
You had to give it to him though, he was pretty good looking, standing there in his navy suit, dark brown hair parted slightly to the side, and from where you were standing his skin looked pretty good too.
You thoughts were interrupted when he stepped forward, pushing you so you almost fell off the kerb onto the road. 'I just told you I’m walking there now, I’m stuck waiting for the lights to change so I can cross the road I’ll be there in 5 minutes!’ You turned your head to face the man who was practically yelling your ear off.
You looked him up and down and mumbled 'rude,’ to yourself. You automatically felt his eyes on you, and you didn’t care that he’d heard you.
'Oh I don’t have time for this…’ He groaned before stepping out into the traffic. The far lane was empty but what he didn’t see was the small car still speeding down the lane closest to your side of the road.
'Hey! Watch where you’re walking!’ You yelled grabbing his arm and pulling him back from the path of the speeding car he failed to see. 'God do you have a death wish or something?!’ You demanded shoving him further back from the side of the road.
Your actions quickly caught the attention of other onlookers. 'Weren’t you taught to look both ways when you cross the road as a child?!’ You still yelled glaring from behind your sunglasses.
He quickly took his sunglasses off and looked at you in completely shock, not saying a single word. 'Jeez… Watch where you’re going next time!’ You snapped before turning on your heel and walking in the opposite direction leaving the stunned man alone by the side of the road.
You spent your whole day at university stewing about your interaction with that man. You had practically saved his life and he didn’t even say a word to you? What an absolute prick…
You were walking home carrying an armful of books, still thinking about that man earlier in the day, when someone walking in the opposite direction you bumped into you. You almost lost a grip on your books, but someone caught them. You moved your sunglasses recognising the person holding your books.
'Sorry about that, I was in my own little world there…’ They said handing you your books back. You raised an eyebrow at the now familiar man.
'So you’ve gained some manners since this morning then?’ You asked sarcastically, before stepping away from him ready to carry on your walk home.
The man almost instantly recognised you when you spoke. 'Hey wait!’ He reached out for your arm pulling you back slightly. 'Wait… this morning, you pulled me back. I was so shocked, and I didn’t say thank you… I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.’
You pouted your lips at him. 'Yeah whatever okay…’ You spoke again rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses.
'Hey wait! I want to say thank you properly!’ You sighed as he caught your arm again. 'Let me at least buy you a coffee or something, I feel awful for not thanking you straight away.’
You shook yourself from his grip again. Because of this guy you’d been totally distracted in your classes and you were feeling pretty salty. 'Pass.’
He sighed at your response and hung his head before lifting it back up and trying to peer at you through your sunglasses. 'Can I at least have your name?’
'Y/N.’ You replied almost coldly as you tapped your foot in impatience.
'Y/N? I’m Jimin.’ He said with a smile.
'Hmm.’ You replied before walking away.
'I’ll see you around then!’ He called after you, not giving up his attempt to show gratitude to you. 'Thank you again!’ You simply lifted a hand in response as you carried on walking away.
And he knew it too. He knew about the law banning his people from swimming too close to shore. He knew about the stories his friends had told him—how the humans were dirty, rotten creatures that would capture him and poke and prod at him if they ever discovered him. But Calum was curious.
“Curiosity killed the catfish,” Luke had cautioned him, his kaleidoscopic tail gleaming in the sun, changing colours endlessly. But Calum had shrugged and ignored his friend’s warning, too intrigued with the outside world to care.
Calum broke the surface of the water, his raven hair draping across his forehead. He pushed it away from his face so that it stuck off to the side messily. He was about eighty feet from shore, and in the distance, he could see small dark figures running around on the sand.
Diving back underwater, his electric blue tail whipped in the air above before submerging. Calum swam towards the humans, utterly fascinated by the tools they called “legs”. From what he could see, it appeared that his tail may’ve been quicker in the water, but the way these “legs” moved on land were so fluid, so graceful, and he found himself wondering what it would feel like to be able to run, to sprint.
Calum settled near the shore, behind a rock that jutted out sharply, resembling a miniature cliff. He watched the humans with wonder in his eyes, seeing them bolt around on the sand, appearing to be searching for something.
“Y/N!” Someone called, and Calum’s head shot to the right where the noise had been heard. Two girls were running towards each other, skirting to a stop once they were within each other’s reach.
And that was the first time Calum saw you. Your hair was tied in a messy ponytail, a few strands falling and framing your face perfectly. You wore a striped tank top and a pair of jean shorts, your bare feet shifting along the sand. You smiled at the other girl, holding up what looked like a conch shell—if Calum squinted, he could make out the shape of a cone.
“I found one!” You exclaimed, beaming. Calum watched your smile, watched your eyes crinkle with satisfaction. You friend squealed excitedly and thrust a piece of paper into your face.
“Great!” She gushed, “Now we need a starfish.”
“A starfish?” Your lips parted and you rolled your eyes, “Jesus. Where are we going to find that?”
Calum’s head tilted to the side in confusion. Were starfish rare on land? And who was this “Jesus” person you spoke of?
“I don’t know,” your friend shrugged before jogging away, “I’ll look over here!”
She left you alone. Calum watched your head flick around, unsure of whether or not to help you out. Eventually he decided that he wanted to talk to you, despite all the tales his friends had told him about the brutality of humans.
Calum sank underwater, swimming to the nearest cove. Along the rocks, he found countless starfish just laying there, their bright colours contrasting deeply. Calum pried one off the rough material of the rock and swam back up towards the surface, settling himself back at his previous spot, but this time, with a peach-coloured creature clutched in his left hand.
You were now walking in the other direction, your back facing him. Panicking, Calum yelled out a loud “Hey!”
You whipped around, hearing his voice. Once your eyes landed on him, he saw you cock an eyebrow. He waved his arm in the air and you jogged over.
“Hi?” You questioned once you were a few feet away. Calum curled his tail so that it was brushing the underside of the pointy rock, shielding the attribute from your view. To you, he hoped, he would just appear as a normal human being.
“Need a starfish?” Calum asked, holding out his left hand. You gaped at the creature, your eyes flicking from his hand to his face. Calum smiled warmly at you.
“Wow,” you breathed, sinking to your knees and shuffling closer to him, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he quipped. Not wanting the conversation to end as quickly as it had started, he added, “Why do you need a starfish anyways?”
“It’s for a scavenger hunt,” you explained. Calum’s brow furrowed, wondering what this type of hunt was, and why you needed a starfish to aid you in the chase.
“What’s that?” He asked, pulling himself up so that his forearms were folded on the rock. Your eyes widened, “You’ve never taken part in a scavenger hunt before?”
Calum shook his head, “Nope.”
“You’ll have to do it sometime,” you grinned at him, “We can be partners if you want.”
“Sure,” Calum returned your smile before handing your the starfish, which was starting to suction onto his palm. You took it hesitantly, making a face and squealing when it came into contact with your flesh, “It’s sticky!” You giggled.
“Yeah, that happens,” Calum laughed along with you. He admired your eyes, the way they sparkled, your gentle grins, your cute nose and the way it crinkled. Simply calling Calum enamored would have been an understatement.
“Thank you again,” you told him sincerely, “Do you want to come join the game?”
“Nah,” Calum declined sweetly, his blue tail flicking against the bottom of the rock and making a low slapping sound, “Maybe some other time though.”
“Sure,” you nodded, standing back up. You shrugged, gazing at the mysterious boy, taking in the dark features, the tan skin, the tattoos lacing his body, “I'll—I guess I’ll see you around?”
“I guess you will,” he mused, smirking up at you. You gave him a small wave before turning and jogging back over to your group of friends, now huddled together and comparing objects they’d collected.
And then, going against your better judgement, you shot a look over your shoulder, hoping to get another glimpse of the boy, finally realizing that you hadn’t even asked for his name. Whipping around suddenly, your lips parted so you could call to him, but you were robbed of breath once you saw the vacant area he’d once occupied.
Under the water, Calum sighed, unable to keep the smile off of his face. You both hadn’t established another meeting, but he had a feeling that he would definitely be “seeing you around”.