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How do you measure a year?

Request: soulmate au- when you reach 18, you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Warnings: mild angst

Word count: 2,797 

A/N: welcome to day one of the @hamwriters writeathon (aka AU time)! I’m posting a fic a day this week (woah) and I am so excited pls come and scream with me. endless thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow for proofreading and being awesome ^-^

schedule for the rest of this week here

@pearltheartist, @whitestorm547

1783

You celebrated your eighteenth birthday in seventeen eighty three. Your parents, ageing together for twenty years, looked on fondly as you accepted their gift- new writing supplies and a diary.

“Write about your life,” your father suggested. He had fought in the revolutionary war alongside Washington himself, meeting your mother when he had returned from to New York to begin his life anew.

“Thank you,” you told him. Your best friend Theodosia had already found her soulmate and, despite you being born before her, she now looked older.

You carefully signed your name on the inside cover. The ink shone on the page and you decided you would write a letter to your soulmate each and every day until you met them.

2015

You pushed your way through the streets of New York, shivering in the cold. Having invested your money well over the last two hundred and thirty years, you didn’t have to work full time, and could afford to spend your time in coffee shops, writing.

You were on your two hundredth journal. You always carried your first one and your latest one with you- the beginning and the end of your life, you reasoned. You had written over eighty-five thousand letters to your soulmate.

And you had never met them.

A couple of times you had tried to find someone else- someone who had lost their soulmate or who hadn’t found them yet either, but it never worked. If they had known their soulmate, you could never be enough.

You slipped into your current favourite coffee shop- a two story independent shop that was a stones throw away from Broadway. You wondered idly if there was a new show you could go and see, and decided to head over to take a look later.

There was a new barista at the counter. Her hair a golden-brown that caught the light as she chatted animatedly to her coworkers. You slid into your favourite seat - a cushy armchair by the window - and pulled out your journal.

You opened it to a fresh page and pulled out a pen and a paperclip. You wrote the date above the lines and fished around in your jacket pocket for a moment before finding your ticket to an art exhibition you had been to. You clipped it to the page and started to write.

Dear Soulmate,

New York is so different now- so busy, so tall, and so alive. It’s no longer the city I grew up in, but I suppose the world moves on even if I don’t.

There was an exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about soulmates - I saved my ticket. They had photos of people with their soulmates, dressed in the clothing of the era they were born in. The kind of thing they might have worn on their eighteenth birthday.

Couples from all over the world - every nationality, every gender, every sexuality. Little placards letting you know how long they’d waited for each other. People born during World War One - a horrible time - meeting their soulmates today.

It gave me hope that I might still find you.

You closed your journal as the waitress brought over your coffee, setting it down with a smile. You thanked her.

Over two centuries you had met people who had waited for their soulmates for just as long as you had. Many of them had watched their families die, as you had, and struggled to keep faith. Every one of them had found their soulmates eventually and promised you it was worth it.

So you waited.

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Lockscreen- Yugyeom (GOT7) Oneshot

REQUESTED: “Can you write a Yugyeom fluff where the reader is a western idol, and he takes an interest in her?”

I realized when I force myself to write and don’t have a great idea, it kinda sounds weird and forced. I’m sorry! I’ll try and get better when it comes to requests. I have bad writers block!

I also suck a titles.


I nervously paced backstage, feeling a little sick to my stomach. I was singing on a Korean talk show for the first time in my life, and I had to do an interview as well. My biggest concern was messing up while trying to speak in Korean. Most of my knowledge speaking in Korean was because I took classes when I started high school, but that was already 5-6 years ago!? What if I don’t correctly pronounce words, and why didn’t I just say yes to having a translator strictly do the interview with me instead of insisting I could do it on my own! I’m such an idiot!

“Y/N don’t worry. You’ll have a translator there in case you get stuck. Just try your best, and I’m sure they will understand. I mean, you’re a foreigner here. Everyone knows you’re from North America, and they don’t expect you to speak Korean in the first place. Just sing your new song, and then speak with the host! You’re right before GOT7’s interview, so if anything, they’ll completely distract any mistakes you make because of how popular they are,” My manager said, trying to give me a “pep” talk.

“What if I forget my own song? What if everyone hates it?!”

“Relax, you never get this scared performing anywhere else… What’s gotten into you?” She asked.

“I just…”

“Is it because of that guy you saw earlier backstage?”

“N-no.”

“Oh my god. Are you feeling nervous because you saw that idol group GOT7?” She questioned.

“What?! Pssh, no!”

“Holy crap, you’re totally scared because you idolize that group, isn’t it? You use to be a huge fan of them and now that you’re in the same building with them, you’re totally fangirling, and getting nerves,” she said in utter shock, trying not to laugh at me. I couldn’t help but blush and put my head down in a little bit of shame. Yes, I was getting fangirl nerves because one of my favorite KPop groups were going to be watching me perform. Even though I had become famous and an artist myself, it didn’t stop my fangirling. I just suppressed it from the public. When you become a KPop fan, that shit runs deep.

“So which one is your… what’s it called when they are your favorite with KPop groups? Your bus? Bonus?”

“It’s called a Bias, and that’s in English too. Why the hell would they be called a bus? Does that make any logical sense to you?” I asked.

“I’m a 46-year-old woman, do not sass me.”

“Y/N please get ready to go onstage, we’ll cue you when it’s time” a man smiled, leading me towards the stage entrance. Well… Here goes nothing.

I performed my song without a hitch, and I got to do a very brief interview before quickly dashing off backstage again. I’m pretty lucky that I wasn’t having a hard time speaking Korean like I thought I would, and hardly had to use the translator. The host was being very kind, and didn’t make me feel pressured when I was having a little trouble thinking of the correct words. As I was quickly trying to get to my change room, I rushed around the corner a little too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention properly. I bumped face first into a tall figure; knocking me back a few steps, but because of my high heels I stumbled into the wall.

“I’m so sorry!” I muttered.

“I was in your way, sorry” the guy mumbled back a little stunned. His shaggy black hair fell in front of his eyes lightly, masking his brows. I couldn’t help but look him over, piecing together his appearance. A black choker was placed around his long neck, which connected to a sharp jawline. He was dressed in all black, with a studded leather jacket on his broad shoulders. I snapped out of my trance to respond.

“No, I shouldn’t have been running. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Yes, I know. I’m a fan of yours. I’m Yugyeom, nice to meet you. By the way, your Korean is very good” he smiled.

“Thank you, and I know who you are. I’m a big fan of GOT7, as well.” “I’ll talk to you after our interview, will you stick around until then, or are you leaving?”

“I’m going to stay until the end, good luck with your interview!” As soon as he left, my heart started beating really fast. I started hitting fangirl levels again, and this was getting a little hard to suppress. It’s not every day that one of my favorite idols says he’s a fan of you. I was originally going to leave right after my performance, but now that I knew GOT7 was here today as well, I felt a little compelled to stay and watch their interview. I started playing with the hem of my dress before sitting down in the dressing room by the live feed TV. The guys were introduced after they performed ‘Never Ever.’ The 7 of them sitting down on the couches across from the host, all dressed in the signature ‘Never Ever’ music video looks. Let me tell you, it was A LOOK. They talked for a while about their new music, and then suddenly a question caught my attention.

“If you could collaborate with any western artist, who would it be?”

“Chris Brown” some of the guys laughed.

“No-no-no. I know who Yugyeom would like to collaborate with. Y/N, she was just on here. He has a huge crush on her!” Jackson smiled, patting Yugyeom on the shoulder. Yugyeom was hiding his head with a big smile on his face, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

“Oh yeah! She’s his lock screen even, he really likes her!” Bambam joined in while grabbing at Yugyeoms phone. Bambam got a hold of it, and held it up to the camera. With a slight click, the screen lit up and a white background appeared with a photo of me sitting on the ground was displayed. It was from one of my most recent photoshoot where I wore all black, completed with fishnets, shorts, and a leather jacket. As soon as it was shown to the screen I recognized it instantly and started feeling heat rising to my face. Yugyeom screeched in displeasure, grabbing the phone away from Bambams grasp. “So you would like to collaborate with her?” The host asked.

“Uh, yes. She’s very talented and I-I think she’d be fun to work with.”

“Well she’s still here so you guys should talk with her, and maybe work something out! I know both of your fans would love to hear all of you on the same song as her.”

“She might not want to, now that she knows about Yugyeom being her fanboy” JB mocked. I honestly felt really bad for him being embarrassed like that on TV, even if it didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a bit of a surprise, but it was also a fangirls dream come true. I mean, having your bias, have a crush on you as well? Someone might as well just have handed me a million dollars because that’s how I felt. I was so stuck in dream land that I didn’t even notice that they wrapped up the interview. It wasn’t long until I was face to face with the group once again. You could see the pleasure on some of the guys faces as Yugyeom’s embarrassment started rising again. I honestly felt a little bad for Yugyeom because the guys were giving him a rough time. That’s when a little idea popped into my head.

I quickly went through my photos, looking for a specific one I had saved a while ago. I wanted to try and stop his teasing, so my first instinct was to help him be even with the guys. I set my lock screen and walked over to the guys, giving them a huge smile.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” I greeted.

Jinyoung gave Yugyeom a little push towards me while the other guys just smiled. I know they were just messing with him and giving him a hard time, but I just wanted to do something about it.

“So, I saw your interview, and well…” I held up my phone to them. The screen displayed a photo of Yugyeom onstage in all black. The guys all had a look of disbelief, and yugyeom couldn’t help but smile shyly. He was probably feeling the same way I had been when I found out about his lock screen.

“No way! You guys both have each other as your phone backgrounds? This is insane. Are you sure you two aren’t already dating or something? Did you plan this?” Jackson questioned.

“Well, now that we already have each other as our phone backgrounds, it would be a shame if we didn’t have each other’s contact information, right? Do you mind? Maybe we will end up collaborating,” I smiled.

“Sure, how long are you in Korea for?” Yugyeom asked.

“Just another week for touring, and then I have a few days off for sightseeing.”

“Well if you are in the area, give me a call and I can show you around then.”

“I definitely will…”

Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Kyungsoo goes on a date to a restaurant, only to be waited on by a jealous ex.

It’s baffling, really. As he sits in the small booth near the center of the restaurant, his eyes catch sight of his ex. Yes, sure, the man looks the same–those same long legs that go on for miles, the same broad shoulders that he used to stare at, that same dazzling smile with perfect teeth and tiny dimples piercing into his cheek. Kyungsoo doesn’t realize he’s staring until a shadow looms over his view for a second as his date enters the booth.

“Hey Soo,” he snaps from his reverie and smiles sweet, kind.

“Hey Baekhyun, how are you today?” there’s a smoothness in his voice with the deep tone of his timbre. He’s got this down pat, and isn’t going to allow Jongin’s presence to disrupt this date. Especially since Kyungsoo was the one who chose to leave the relationship. Apparently, he had to learn the hard way, that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.

Regret prodded at his mind shortly after the breakup, but he overcame it eventually with the aid of friends to support him no matter how idiotic he was.

Now here he is, on their fourth date. Things are going well with Baekhyun, he likes to think. And maybe that scares him but, he’ll flow with life and go wherever it leads him.

“I’m fine. So did you read the latest article about that group Exo? They sold out a huge stadium, talk about Kings, right?”

“They’re legends,” he says as he reaches for his glass of water.

“Couldn’t agree more.”

“Hello,” a voice comes from the side of their table and Kyungsoo knows that voice well–too well. It’s a reminder of the man whose voice would wake him up every morning and sing him to sleep every night. Everything about his voice is a memory Kyungsoo wishes would remain inside the abyss of his mind. Yet, when he sees Jongin more clearly now, it all comes back like a rush of water. “I’m Jongin, I’ll be your server today, what can I get you to drink?” he smiles. It’s fake. Of course, Kyungsoo could tell. With the plethora of Jongin photos saved in a folder inside of his phone, how could he not notice?

“Oh Kyungsoo, is that you?” he gives Kyungsoo a lighthearted nudge on the shoulder, “I mean, you were here not too long ago with that girl…what was her name again?”

What? Kyungsoo’s eyes widen. He throws a worried glance toward Baekhyun who has confusion plastered over his face.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong–”

“No, no, I’m sure it was you. You bring all of your dates here,” Jongin turns to Baekhyun, “I mean, just two days ago he had another guy here, and they ordered the risotto. I personally recommended it,”

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo whispers loudly, “I would like to speak with you over there,” he hurries to his feet and yanks Jongin by the arm. He hauls the tall man out of hearing distance, nose flaring with anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m ruining your date.”

& Carry on

A/N: Surprise! The final part of the I can’t keep calm series. Sorry it’s taken so long, I love this series but other stories distracted me & I had no idea how I wanted to finish it off. I hope you loved the series as much as I did!

I Can’t Keep Calm Masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader   Adam x Sister!Reader

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Originally posted by this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms

Dear Sammy,

I’m just gonna get straight to the point, that’s always how we always were, man that feels weird to talk about myself in past tense. Anyways, I know you’re not happy with what I did, but I had to do it and I hope one day you understand. I had to save Adam and putting Lucifer back in the box after we let him out was a plan that we just came about after talking to Rowena. I know what you’re thinking, ‘we could have thought of something different,’ but you’re gonna hurt yourself thinking that. So stop. Also, please don’t kill yourself trying to find a way to save me, you know there’s no way of doing it without possibly letting Lucifer out. Don’t make my sacrifice for nothing buy letting him out. I also need to make sure you take care of Adam, he’s going to be so confused and lost, he doesn’t know what life is like without Mom or me, so please be the amazing big brother to him that you always were for me. Don’t let him get dragged into this life, please. I’m telling him to go back to school. To have a life. To be normal. Make sure he does it. Watch over Dean too, him and I never got the chance to fix everything and I know he’s gonna beat himself up over it. He’s gonna be the usual Dean and blame himself, please don’t let him.

Okay, so I’m done telling you what to do, now it’s time for me to say goodbye. Sammy you are the best brother that I could ask for. When I lost my mom and Adam I was lost. I felt like an outsider with you and Dean when I first started following you guys, but you were quick to change it. You didn’t stop until you broke down my walls and got me to let you be the brother you wanted to be. Thank you so much. Please take care of yourself Sammy and don’t forget about me.

I love you Sammy,

Y/N

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Afterward (Week 3)

But first, a few notes: 1. THANK YOU for all the many lovely notes about this fic. I don’t have many followers here and I am writing it simply out of a love for the material and characters, so please do keep sharing it, but either way, your words are appreciated. 2. I know I have some prompts from you all in my inbox, and I haven’t forgotten about them. 3. WARNING: this installment of Afterward edges up to NC-17, and next week’s is definitely adult rated. So kids, consider yourselves warned. 

Previous installments: First read Day 0, Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, and Week 2.

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“I think I want to try to surf this year,” Mike announced cheerfully at the dinner table.

“Surf?” Michael questioned, amused. “Where? On the Finger Lakes?”

Mike didn’t seem dissuaded. “No, in Panama,” he clarified brightly.

Sara stopped chewing. Michael turned to her. “You’re going to Panama?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about this: on the one hand, he and Sara had enjoyed all-too-brief moments of real happiness there. On the other hand, she’d been tortured in Panama. They’d both been locked away from one another. He’d thought her dead there.

Mike hadn’t stopped making his case. “LJ always says he’ll take me out to try,” he said.

“When are you going to Panama?” Michael asked again.

“We always go,” Mike supplied. “Every November, for a whole week.”

Sara found her voice. “I don’t know if we’ll go this year, Mike,” she said quietly.

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anonymous asked:

Ah, mobtale and ut sans and swap Paps that have an Very Fashionable and photogenic SO, that tends to just, daydream a lot and do these poses naturaly because they have been educated by their grandma and grandpa and grandma and grandpa were a model and photographer and they just, kinda pose without really thinking now??? -💐

Coming right up! Sorry this took long, i have to admit, i got stuck on this one, haha.


MOBTALE

Sans/Shotgun:

Shotgun had to admit, he finds it ridiculous at how photogenic you are, but he thinks it goes to show how lucky he is to have a beautiful s/o like you. And who knows? Maybe you could help him choose his clothes too. Shotgun takes pictures of you randomly, wanting to see how photogenic you are, and isnt really surprised to find that you are very much photogenic- he keeps the photos in a hidden drawer, and saves it in his phone. Another thing he finds funny is when you just pose randomly, even while daydreaming, he takes photos of that, too, snickering.

When he finds out your grandparents were a model and photograoher, and trained you, he sighs and mutters how it made sense.

But all in all, nothing really changed much, he still kissed you and told you that you were beautiful. He still surprised you with kisses when you daydream, and snickers when he takes pictures.

UNDERTALE

Sans/Classics:

Like Shotgun, Classics probably takes pics of you randomly, seeing how photogenic you really are, snickering at how you pose randomly- but still beautifully. He keeps the pics on his phone, making it his wallapaper, and looks at it whenever he feels down and needs it. It never fails to make him smile. Whenever you guys leave for an event or just something mundane as shopping, he would want you to choose his clothes, telling you that any clothes you choose already makes him feel worthy to be with you- it’s only fitting for him to look fashionable-which is anything you pick for him- with his beautiful s/o. Classics brags about you, saying how beautiful you are, photogenic or no photogenic and saying how lucky he is to have you.

Hes a bit possessive, grabbing your waist and touching you a bit more physically- anything to make them aware you were his- whenever someone eyes you, he knows youre beautiful and gorgeous and everyway- and with you being so fashinable and photogenic, he’s a bit more jealous than usual. You’ll need to assure him that you love him and that you won’t leave him for anyone- and that he’s more than enough.

When he learns that you were trained by your grandparents, he wasnt really surprised, it actually clicked to him- i mean, you needed to learn it somewhere, right? But all in all, he didnt really pay it mind, continuing his day by telling you puns and making you smile.

UNDERSWAP

Papyrus/Stretch:

Stretch finds hilarious when you pose so naturally that you do it without really thinking, daydreaming while at it. He takes pics, of course, saving it like all the orhers and making it his background, even printing it just to cheer himself up when he needs it. He thinks he’s lucky to have you, and have you pose and take pics, telling you how beautiful/handsome you are and constantly. He snockers sometimes, when he watches you daydream and radomly take pics just to see you pose absent mindedly, he’s an arse like that,

Finding out you were trained by your grandparents wasnt really a shock for him, it made sense, after all. So nothing much changed. He’s a bit possessive, like Sans, but he trusts you no matter how anxious he is, you might need to reassure him like Sans, though.

do y’all even know how long i have had those bottom two photos saved?? cause i couldn’t find the source based on that signature and google images was no help

ajflaksfslaka finally 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽  bless thank you god and jesus that i can reblog it from the artist

4

On August 8th, 2016, exactly 3 months ago today, I got a major jaw surgery from my underbite.

A little backstory for those who may not know, around 9 years old, i started developing a severe underbite. My orthodontists saw the signs of the severity and tried everything to prevent me from necessitating a surgery to correct it. In the past Eleven frickin Years, I’ve had expanders, bands, headgear, invisalign, and braces taken off and on again more times than i care to count, to try and prevent this major surgery. However, my bone growth is a mean and stubborn bitch so the surgery had to be done.

Now getting the surgery done is a whole other fuckfest. Did you know: my surgery was delayed. Not once. Not twice. But 6 fucking times. Due to reasons like my bones were still growing, or they forgot to extract a tooth, or insurance wouldn’t accept my shit. Ive unnecessarily taken off time from school and work for surgeries that never came. So it made my life a fucking mess.

Then one day, after i came back from 10 day vacation break with a friend who was visiting from Utah, my family and i get a call from my jaw reconstruction surgeon and he says that the surgery was set and ready to go.
That following Monday.

*cue silent slapstick comedy montage of me running around and getting Pre-Operational appointments done within 3-4 days*

Then August 8th came. 11 years of pain and squabbling finally came to a head and the bullshit was over. I didnt have to skip school or get my hopes let down anymore. This was it. Then, finally, I went under.

Woke up the next day with a new (SWOLLEN AF) face, and now this is me 3 months later. I can say, honestly, I wasnt sure if I liked my new face at first. At times it felt like i made a mistake from how miserable i felt while recovering, but i can confidently say, im happier than ive been in a very long time. Not just because i have a new face but the process really changed me. But that story is gonna be saved for a different post. (Particularly one about my progress photos!💞)

Im telling you guys because ive had tumblr for about 6 years now, and this blue paged hell feels like a part of me. As cheesy and shitty as that is, its true. So i just wanted to celebrate this milestone with you guys. Thank you for making me laugh and sticking with me through this nonsense. I cant wait to show how much more i can grow.

Fun fact: The second to last photo is from August 8th. And the last one is from today, November 8th.

TL;DR: i was nasty before. Then a nice white man broke my fucking jaw, and now im still nasty but i look a little better. #NewJawWhoDis