yes the smile is a billion times more amazing in person

1. You look at a map of a city you’ve never been to.
You see patterns and street names and they tell you nothing. The map remains dead, the city unknown.
2. You go to the city you’ve never been to.
It becomes a city you know.
3. You look at a map of a city you’ve been to, but have left behind. As you look at the map, you remember.
You are looking at nostalgia. You walk through street names and remember the taste of cake in the café whose name you forgot, but you remember its yellow walls and comfy chairs. A square is no longer four lines on a map, but an open space with people and statues and laughter and a fountain in the center. The monotonous, two-dimensional blue that indicates an ocean turns into postcard memories, so many shades of blue and green and the smell of salt and fish. The famous building with the famous name that everyone knows is now a personal experience, it is yours and yours alone in a way that will never make it anyone else’s. A billion feet have walked these (now familiar) paths and two of them were yours. You can trace the steps you have taken and you remember feelings and colours and strangers who offered you a smile. There is the hostel you slept in, there is the river you crossed so many times, there is the corner where you listened to the most amazing street musician. You fondly whisper street names that you had trouble pronouncing when you first spoke them, clumsily. You connect dots, and they turn to images in your head.
The map is alive, the city an old friend.
4. The map you look at is always the same; the perception is different. It is you who has changed.
—  p.s. // every time i look at a map I have a feeling that is hard to put into words
We Can Share My Bed (Steve Rogers x Reader) THE END 6/6

Summary: Steve is thrown out of the flat by his ex-girlfriend and immediately “given shelter” by you, his best friend. How are things going to work between the two of you and what happens if you start getting closer? 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Words: 1,151

We can share my bed master list:

Originally posted by dicapriho

After you confessed to Steve not only that you were leaving for a mission but also somehow your feelings for him you drove back as fast as possible to your flat and started to pack your things.

This was never meant to turn out this way but you had no other option. Fury needed you for this mission, it was your job and you couldn‘t just say ‘no I don‘t want to‘

You tried to stop the tears from streaming down your face as you heard a knock and your heart immediately stopped thinking it was Steve but as soon as the door opened Natasha walked inside with a sad smile around her lips.

“I heard what happened. Honey come here,“ she said and stretcher her arms out as you walked towards her and she wrapped her arms around your body.

“I told Steve to stay with Bucky today. I figured you would need some time for you alone. How are you doing? Are you okay after the little fight?“

You let yourself fall onto the bed as you groaned and put your hands over your face.

“I‘m the worst person ever. I‘m treating Steve as shitty as his crazy ex-girlfriend did. This is what I never wanted to happen and still, it did. I could punch myself in the face right now.“

“That‘s not true. You‘ve never treated him anything other than like he‘s the most wonderful man on earth. He knows that and everyone around you does too. You‘ve been friends for so many years now. What are you scared of? That a relationship will destroy your friendship? That you‘ll leave for one year and Steve will find someone different? I never really understood why Steve had problems with dating woman until I saw how he would look at you. This man is head over heels for you and I don‘t think he‘ll treat you any wrong.“

You sat up feeling her hand on your knee as you looked down to your lap and felt tears streaming down your face.

“He deserves someone better than me. She was right. I‘m nothing compared to other women.“

“Don‘t let insecure thoughts ruin something amazing, sweetheart. I know your last relationship was a mess but so was Steve‘s.“

You were silent and did not know what to say. Natasha was right but the doubts were screaming louder than anything else at the moment.

“It‘s your decision when and if you talk to him. You should probably find a solution before you leave but it‘s your life and I‘m not going to force you into anything. Just text me if you need something and until then Steve has to stay with Bucky. It‘s easy as that and he‘ll understand.“

You nodded as she gave you a long and warming hug before standing up. The solution to your problem seemed pretty easy and still, there was never a more difficult fight than that you had to attempt.

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Like You

Summary: Its 2019 and there’s a wedding. Phil’s saying something, but Dan isn’t really listening, his mind’s elsewhere…that “where” being ten years ago, in 2009. Angst/Fluff 
TW:  Rating PG-13, Swearing, drinking/drunk

*Winner Of The 2015 Phanfic Awards’ ‘Emotional Wreck Award’*

*2nd Place In 2015 Phanfic Awards’ ‘Best Angst’*

Like You:

2019 Wedding ~

Dan was never really a fan of churches. Sure, he’s been in loads, plenty of family outings from when he was little, school trips in secondary school for religious studies, and some primary school hymn sessions, made sure of that. But to him they always seemed…too quiet? Yes, too quiet for Dan, he needed a distraction: a busy mind. The silence made it impossible to distract your mind from its own thoughts, so that you were forced to look at what was actually floating around in there…and Dan wasn’t a big fan of that either. Why?

His thoughts normally consisted of dark existentialism, a fuckload of regrets, and old repressed memories, which he didn’t really want to revisit…especially as he is supposed to be paying attention to the vicar.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to-“ gathered? What’s he mean gathered, that makes it sound like people don’t want to be here; like they just wandered in uninvited. 

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Imagine Chris stealing your favorite sweater.

A/N: Fluffer-nutter. That’s a cookie, right? Anyway, point is that this is so fluffy and cute that it’s going to warm your romantic heart and make you smile like a delicious cookie would.

You were searching through your wardrobe for your favorite gray sweater when you heard your laptop ring. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris’ FaceTime call and walked over to pick up before returning to the closet. It’d been weeks since you last saw it and you had no idea where you put it. You didn’t even want to wear it, you were just the kind of person who couldn’t let things go until you had a resolution. You blamed your mom for that trait because she was the same; the amount of times she’d turned the house upside down for an item she suddenly thought of but had no use for was insane.

“Morning, ba-” He stopped when he realized he couldn’t see you. “Where are you?” He chuckled and you poked your head out, giving him a wave before returning to your search. “Oh hey,” he smiled. “What are you looking for?” He laughed when he saw something fly out of the closet and land on the floor.

“My gray sweater,” you told him and Chris pressed his lips together, glancing over his shoulder at said sweater which was lying on his hotel room bed. “I don’t know where I put it and I’m trying to find it. It’s weird, it’s been weeks since I last saw it.” You decided to put a pause on the search so you could talk to Chris; you walked over to your laptop and plopped yourself on the bed in front of it. “I think the last time I wore it was at brunch with you before you left for LA, right?”

“Ooo…” His fingers played with his lips as he tried to think. “Um.” He pursed his lips, looking up at the ceiling as he continued to ponder. “I don’t know, I don’t really remember.” Your eyes narrowed at his strange behavior, but you said nothing. “Why do you need it? You’ve got a billion other sweaters in your wardrobe, just wear one of those.”

“I like my gray one.”

“I know,” he smiled, “it’s your favorite.”

It was because it was your favorite that Chris took it. He’d been out in LA for a few weeks now, and soon he’d have to leave for Vancouver to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. He didn’t know when he would see you next which was why he took- a few was an understatement- of your favorite items with him when he saw you last. Items included: your gray sweater, your favorite baseball cap, your most used perfume, your red knit scarf, your iPod with your favorite albums, your cat plush cushion, your mini Polaroid photo album, and your copy of your favorite book. He took all that among other things; some you knew about and some you didn’t- like your gray sweater. He probably should’ve told you he was taking it to save you the trouble of looking, but he wasn’t going to now that you’d already search half the house. He thought about it, then decided to shoot you a text later so he didn’t have to face your wrath over FaceTime.

“It’s fine, I’ll find it later.” You said and Chris huffed with relief. “Let’s talk about you, how’s things in LA? You and Mckenna look like you’re having a lot of fun.” You said, then smiled when you saw him smile at the sound of Mckenna’s name; he loved the kid as much as he loved his own niece. “I see you finally decided to show off your amazing tap skills to the world.”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t help his grin, “I just couldn’t say no to the kid.” He chuckled and you did the same, shaking your head. “Just so you know, you are definitely going to be playing bad cop when we have our own kids. I can assure you right now that our little one is going to have me wrapped around his or her finger,” he told you, laughing.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bit playfully. “And I’m sorry, our little one?” You quizzed and he nodded. “As in singular?” He nodded again and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face, “I thought you’ve always wanted a big family.”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, biting back his growing smile. “But I don’t know, I don’t want to scare you away considering I haven’t even put a ring on your finger yet.” You laughed like it was even a possibility you’d run from someone as perfect as Chris. “I know you’re not really a kid person, so- I thought I’d start slow by talking about having just one kid and see what your reaction is. So far,” he winked with a click of his tongue, “so good.”

“I already told you I’d have kids for you, Chris,” you reminded him and he nodded. “Not an unreasonable amount, but I’m more than happy to have a big family with you.” You said and he smiled. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, I can’t deprive you or any child from that. Plus- it’ll be different when the child’s mine,” you said then winced as you added, “I think.”

“It will,” he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t you worry.”

“I won’t, because you haven’t put a ring on my finger yet,” you held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger at him; he chuckled in response. “I’m still young, but you’re not getting any younger. If you want kids, marry me, because we’re not having a child out of wedlock.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “Relax, okay? I’m working on it.”

“Tick tock, Chris,” you teased, tapping your watch-less wrist.

He dropped his gaze, laughing, which lowered his head enough to give you a view of his bed. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted your sweater lying on his bed. You scoffed, shaking your head in utter disbelief. You were very sure it was your sweater; you could recognize that gray heap anywhere considering it was your favorite gray heap. You crossed your arms over your chest as Chris looked up to meet your gaze. You shook your head at him with pursed lips and he raised an eyebrow at you. It was only when your eyes darted behind him that he realized you’d found out where your favorite gray sweater was.

“I see you found my favorite sweater,” you said and he winced. “Seriously?” You chuckled at his expression. “Are you kidding me? You took that too?” He nodded with pursed lips. “Chris! Why don’t you just pack me in your fucking luggage?”

“Believe me,” he laughed, “I would if I could.” You laughed harder at that because you knew that was one hundred percent true. “I’m sorry, I just- I need your things to make myself feel more at home.” You rolled your eyes. “You know we wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just left some of your things in the LA home, but no- you had to move it all to Boston.”

“You told me to!” You protested, laughing; Chris cracked a smile. “You’re the one who told me to move everything to Boston because you said and I quote, 'Boston’s going to be our home base when we get married. LA’s just a work space, so don’t worry about leaving your things here.’ You said that, did you not?”

“I did,” he answered monotonously.

“And now it’s my fault my things aren’t there?”

“Yes,” he nodded and you scoffed, chuckling. “It’s fine, I’ll just steal whatever I need.” He leaned back in his chair to reach for your sweater and pulled it off the bed in one swift movement, pressing it to his nose as he turned back to you. “Yup, it smells like you. Like if you were standing right in front of me,” he mumbled, breathing the perfume he’d spray on the soft material in.

“You could’ve had the same effect by spraying my perfume around the room, or on one of your own shirts, or your skin. I don’t see why you had to steal my sweater, and my favorite one too.” He just grinned cheekily, making you roll your eyes. “Oh my God,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dork.”

“That’s why you love me,” he kissed the air in front of him.

“Well, I’m glad I took this then.” You got off the bed to pick up Chris’ NASA hat that you’d taken out of his backpack before he left for the airport. He made his jaw drop as he tried not to smile; he’d saw you take it out of his bag and didn’t stop you because he wanted you to have it while he was gone. “Among other things, but hey, I won’t tell you what they are so you can spend weeks looking for said items.” You teased as you tugged the hat off, grinning the same cheeky grin. “Let’s see how you like it, Captain.”

“Well you know me, baby,” he winked. “I love games.”

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Measured in Love

Characters: Y/N, Misha Collins, Sophia, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sophia’s father, Reader’s sister.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Mention of character death, not as angsty as that warning make it sound!   

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: This was hard as hell to write. I have never attempted this style before and I am not sure I will again. I wish I had mastered it better but this is as good as it is gonna get.

It is written for @the-awkward-writer’s 500 follower celebration challenge and my prompt was Seasons of Love from Rent which is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite musicals.

Thanks a billion to the sweet amazing @winchester-writes for betaing this for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

July 12th was the first time your eyes met. It was the first time you saw his smile and your heart skipped a beat. July 12th was your first day working on Supernatural. It was the first day you talked to the man who was going to be there with you through it all. It was the first day you heard his voice and the first day he made you laugh as your hands were running through his hair, getting him ready for his scene.

August 1st was the first time he was waiting outside the hair and makeup trailer for you to finish work. It was the first time you blushed deeply in front of him, and the first time Misha asked you out. It was the first time you stumbled over your words, before finally managing to say yes. It was the first time you saw that light in his beautiful blue eyes, which only ever got lit for you.

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Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Changes

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Special thanks to the commenters on the last chapter for being super awesome, @tranformers-4-life @lilysflowershop

Warnings – None.

Rating – T


After much debate between the four bots who knew of your presence, it was finally decided that they’d have to tell the crew about you; they couldn’t exactly keep you hidden like some sort of pet and you couldn’t live the rest of your life in one room, never getting out. However, with advice from Rung and Ultra Magnus, it was decided that the crew would only find out when you were ready. As such, Rodimus would visit your ‘room’, which wasn’t much more than a metal desk with a hastily crafted bed and toilet on top of it, to ask if you were ready on a daily basis daily. Each day for a week you gave him the same answer, ‘no’, before heading back to bed.

You realised it was somewhat pathetic that you were hiding away in your room, neglecting bodily care but you could barely come to terms with never seeing Earth again, let alone being stranded with an alien race. Fortunately, as far as thinking ahead and taking care of yourself went, Ultra Magnus had the food problem covered and while the food wasn’t amazing, it did sustain you. Rung meanwhile, also visited daily, repeatedly asking you to see him as a patient, whilst also trying to respect your request for space; when you wanted to talk, you’d ask.

Eventually, your bodily odour got the better of you. It served as a reminder that you had to help yourself or slip further into the bleakness of depression. With one more day to gather courage, you awaited the return of Rodimus.


Rodimus was ecstatic to hear that you were ready, mainly because he was having a hard time keeping you a secret; the crew would be so excited. Despite his elation, you had a few requests to make of him first.

“Sure, sure,” he answered confidently, “whatever you want. If I can get it, I will.”

“Okay,” You said, thinking of your list. “First off, I need a proper room Rodimus, I’m talking one with a fully-equipped bathroom, and I won’t go out before that because I really need a shower. Then there’s the little things like a washing machine and dryer, a proper bed, not that this one’s too bad. Also, clothes, these ones need washing,” you tugged your shirt. “Oh yeah, food. Magnus isn’t doing too bad but he’s not human and putting peanuts in butter doesn’t make peanut butter so like, I need to see what stores he has to see if it’s going to last… are you even listening?”

Rodimus’ optics had glazed over and he was grinning broadly; he was actually planning his speech to the crew and getting to the ‘Til all are one’ part when you called him out.

“Sure I am, you said bathrooms,” he answered, affronted.

“And…?”

“And some other stuff too.”

You glared at him, “Rodimus, this is important, do I need to get Magnus for this or are you going to listen?”

“Alright, fine but we’re going to need someone else for this job.”

“Who?”


“(Y/N), meet Brainstorm, he’ll build all that human stuff you need,” Rodimus introduced a blue and white bot who had a scrutinous gaze or so you thought; the face plate unnerved you, it made Brainstorm’s emotions hard to read until he spoke, reflecting his personality in his voice.

“Magnificent,” Brainstorm marvelled, inspecting you.

“Oh, um thanks,” You replied, feeling awkward.

He laughed, “No, not you. It’s magnificent that you get to meet me. After all, I’m clearly the smartest being you’ve ever encountered.”

“And the humblest,” You added under your breath.

“Anyway, lucky for you, you get to spend your time with me while I build your room.”

“Ha, yeah, about that, I actually have to see Rung about something, unless you need me here.”

“Even better, now it’ll be a surprise.”

“…Right. Rodimus, can you sneak me to Rung please?”

Rodimus smiled cockily, transforming into a car before your very eyes. You stared, stunned and unsure of what to do or say. The door opened, inviting you in and making the situation stranger still. You weren’t concerned about yourself, for surely it would be like any other car ride but would it feel bad for Rodimus? Like a parasite that needed ejecting. Gingerly, you sat in the front seat, feeling out of sorts as a seatbelt wrapped over you. With a whoop of joy, Rodimus sped off towards Rung; you’d been wrong, it wasn’t like anything experienced before.

Fortunately, Rung was alone when you arrived, allowing Rodimus to let you out and transform back.

“Resident human here to see you Ring but first, how was that (Y/N)?”

“Uh…”

“Speechless huh, so cute. Well I don’t mean to brag,” Rodimus crowed, clearly bragging, “but that’s definitely the best ride any humans ever had.” He didn’t leave time to respond as he left the room, whistling.

“I have a feeling he’ll be quite hard to keep up with,” You noted quietly.

Rung chuckled, “Never a dull moment, that’s for sure. Now, I’m glad you’ve come to see me (Y/N), is there anywhere in-particular you’d like to start? With Earth, perhaps?”

A dull throb of pain resonated within you at the mention of the home you’d never see again, leading you to retort, “Oh no, none of that psyche stuff, not today. I just came to ask some questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Absolutely, whatever you want to know, uh, would you like to sit?”

A quick glance around the room revealed the difficulty of finding an appropriate spot. You scanned every surface, smiling at the model ships, big enough to fit you in, and what you presumed were sweets for Cybertronians. After a minute, you spoke, “I’ll take the desk, if you’d give me a lift please.”

Rung obliged, lifting you to the desk, where you sat cross-legged; he sat opposite, on his chair, waiting for you to speak.

“I guess my curiosity finally got the better of me. First off, do Cybertronians have gender constructs? If so, are you all male?”

“We do pertain to genders yes but not all bots are male. After the war however, our females were scattered.”

“War? Hang on, we’ll come back to it in a minute. How long do bots live?”

“Billions of years, our bodies simply go on with the proper care and attention.”

Your mind reeled at the possibility of living that long; it was incomprehensible what you’d do with that much time. “How will the others re-act to me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say, just like you couldn’t say how each individual human on your planet would re-act to me; only time will tell.”

“Rodimus… he told me about a co-captain, Megatron. Why won’t Megatron see me? He knows I’m here, Ratchet told me.”

“Megatron is… troubled, especially by organics. Once you learn of our war it will become clearer.”

The answer was dissatisfying, it left too much unsaid. “Alright then, tell me about the war, the crew, the ship and its quest, no matter how long it takes.”

After hours of explanations from Rung, multiple queries from you, and several questionable snacks brought in by Magnus, you had a decent knowledge on Cybertronian history as well as the answers you’d been looking for. It was almost terrifying to think about how one bot’s reasonable disdain against an unfair system led to the destruction of countless worlds and the citizens who lived upon them. Then again, humans hadn’t been so different within their own species; one should never forget the acts of power-hungry men such as Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini. However, nobody was asking you to meet Hitler and treat him with indifference; how could you do so for Megatron?

Before you could ask more about then mysterious co-captain, a call came through Rung’s comm-link, informing him that Brainstorm was finished and Rodimus was on his way back to pick you up; something you were thankful for because exhaustion was beginning to set in. Politely, you thanked Rung for his time, assuring him again that you’d be back if you wanted to talk about life’s deeper matters. He saw you out with a smile, hiding his worry about your mental welfare. As a psychiatrist, he had to trust that you’d keep your word and come to him, though he wished, not for the first time that he could make you stay and release any bottled-up emotions that might harm you later down the line.


“So, what do you think?” Brainstorm beamed.

You gaped at the room before you. It contained everything you needed and more. It was still set on the table so nobody would accidentally step on you if they came to visit or went in the wrong room accidentally. There was a kitchen with all the sparkling, chrome appliances you could never afford on Earth, like the kind featured in glossy magazines or on TV. The bathroom was the only room with walls added around it to ensure your privacy. Many luxuries had been added, including a TV bigger than a cinema screen against a wall across the room. Another wall had been completely replaced with glass, showing the vastness of space outside. Even the bedroom was spectacular, including several wardrobes (yet only two other outfits), the new bed was a canopy bed, like something a princess might have. Yes, the room had everything you needed and more, there was only one problem. No matter where you looked, pictures of Brainstorm were printed on every surface. The bed spread had a full-body image of him finger-gunning, the shower curtain was him in a rather promiscuous pose, the table which served as your floor held different closeups of him; lamp shades, cushions, even a dress which had been brought in for you. Everything depicted him.

“Aww, who’re we kidding? You love it, I can tell. How could you not? I am after all, your favourite mech. Hmm… I do wonder if I should sign any of it, would that be too much?”

“I um, right now, I- I think you’ve done enough,” You said, finally finding your voice.

Brainstorm sagged slightly, “Oh.”

“No! I mean, I love it but I wouldn’t want to ruin your uh, artistic vibe, by asking you to do even more for me.”

“…Right.”

“Uh, it’s just… I mean…” You sighed, “I suppose the bed wouldn’t be complete without a signature.”

Instantly perking up, Brainstorm signed the bed with a laser pen, making it permanent. It read, “From the mech you live for, Brainstorm.

Considering his sudden burst of energy, you realised quite how manipulative he could be; it was all an act.

“And now, as much as I’d love to stay, I have much more important science-y stuff to do, bye,” he let himself out, leaving you alone once more and very overwhelmed.

You were unsure of what to do first. Despite your need for sleep and a shower, you found yourself staring outside, to the vast expanse of space; looking out there, at the cold darkness that had come close to being your demise, you felt more alone than ever. The thought made you cry. 

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I never got the chance to do this but I now have time away from school so here it goes….


I get a lot of heat sometimes about me loving taylorswift so much, I get the typical jokes of she dates too many dudes or that all her songs sound the same, that she was so much better when she was country and sometimes I don’t even feel like arguing with people about this subject, not because I think they are true but because they don’t understand it all. Taylor has made such an impact on girls around the world it really is inspiring to see someone that is an actual role model that they can look up too. But what people don’t know is that she doesn’t cater to just girls. Yes I message her about my life, my day, my love life, what I think she should perform. This is where some more heat comes in… people saying she wont recognize you because you are a dude or that it is a waste of time because she has billions of those messages so what makes mine so special to Taylor but that’s not what matters. It is that fact that I can write to someone I do look up to someone who I see as a visionary and someone who can change and still be true to herself no matter what… It is the fact that I feel comfortable telling her the most personal stories and experiences or knowing there is a chance she read it an smiled to herself thinking how many people, male or female, lives that she touched. So when in Santa Clara on night two of the 1989 tour Taylor said, “I get messages from girls…. and sometimes boys…” it doesn’t matter if there were a million other guys in the world that messaged her or anything of that nature it was the fact that she said it in general that made me feel that I was important that I should be able to tell her anything and that she may read them. I felt it was a personal thing that Taylor and I shared even though I was further away then everyone in the pit ot B stage


So I guess all in all I just want to say to everyone that never let what others say get to you yes it will be irritating and sometimes it can be very frustrating but as long as you know that Taylor is listening, reading, watching whatever you post that is all that really matters… and to Taylor I just want to say you are doing an amazing job at what you do and you should never give up… always keep your head held high and your fans screaming louder and louder cause we love you every single one of us no matter what gender or anything else <3

thanks for hearing me out,

Matt


P.S sorry for my yelling it can be a little obnoxious but in all honesty it is Taylor so you kind of had to expect that :) 

On Set- Bob Morley Imagine

Requested! Bob Morley imagine, nothing specific, just that he and the reader are dating.

A/n: so this is probably awful but I love his character on the 100 so I couldn’t not do this!

“Alright and that’s a wrap for today guys” you hear the director say, as relieved sighs sounded off all around you. You waited in the back for your boyfriend to finish up while you soaked up all that was around you.

Sure you had been on the set of Bob’s show a couple times before, but you never got to be here while they were filming. However, he insisted that you come today because you’re always raving about how amazing it must be there and how hard it must be to stay focused. You caught sight of Bob talking to someone from costume design and decided to pull out your phone to capture some last minute pics before you guys left.

“Someone’s excited to be here” you hear a woman’s voice say. Her blonde curls were mixed with dirt as part of her costume, but you were still envious of Eliza’s natural beauty.

“Hey you were amazing! It’s so cool to see you guys live, it’s a whole different experience” you say with excitement. She lets out a laugh and wraps you in a hug. Thankfully, with Bob being on the show you made many new friendships as well.

“There’s my two favorite girls” your boyfriend says as he engulfs you in a giant hug. His face is covered in a wide grin and your expressions match his. “Well Liza I’ll see you tomorrow, but we’re going to get going so I can finish showing (y/n) around the rest of the set.”

“Alright, have fun you two lovebirds, I’ll see you later” she replied back to you with a wink.

“So did you like what you saw” your boyfriend asked you.

“Are you kidding, do you realize how amazingly talented you are? I was almost in tears as I watched that last scene. And don’t get me started on how hot you are when you’re acting” you say giving of a devious smirk. 

“Oh was I? Hmm maybe I might have to bring you on set more often.” He plants a soft kiss to your temple as you feel a blush spread across your cheeks

“So what about the rest of that tour?” you ask.

“We’ll get to it. But first there is a special place I want to take you first” he says slyly. “Now cover your eyes.”

“What, why?”

“Will you just listen to me, and close your eyes. You’re always so stubborn” he says sarcastically. You place your hands over your eyes as he places his hands softly on your shoulders. He lightly guides you for a few minutes, and you’ve become completely lost as to where you are. 

“Alright, you can open ‘em now babe.” it was in that moment that you knew exactly where you were, you just never actually have been here before. You were in a field of trees that you easily recognized from episodes of the show. You remember how beautiful it was when the character Octavia stood here as the area lit up because of butterflies. Sure it was amazing on screen, but it was even more remarkable in person. 

“It’s so amazing. How’d you know that this was one of my favorite set locations” you ask amazed by how thoughtful your boyfriend is.

“You only mentioned about a million times how you loved this place and how beautiful looked.” he says with his billion dollar smile. “You know, I do listen to you sometimes” he mentions jokingly.

“I’m so lucky, you know that” you say as he softly places his hands on each of your hips. A soft smile lands on each of your lips as you both just stand there enjoying the moment.

“I love you so much, and I’ll never stop” he says in a hushed tone. “ I love you so much that” he starts, pausing to get down to the ground. You weren’t exactly sure what was happening, but once he got into the infamous pose on one knee, your eyes began to well up with tears. “Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The one man you loved with all your heart was now asking for your hand in marriage. Light sequels left your lips as you vigorously nod your head “yes”. He places the delicate ring on your small fingers and crashes his lips to yours in excitement. 

Cheers come from every direction as you see various members of the cast and crew coming out to congratulate you and wrap you in hugs. Flashes of cameras go off as you wipe a stray tear that has fallen down your cheek. 

“(Y/N) Morley, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it” your new fiance jokes. “Let’s go see our adoring fans.”

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part D)

A/N: Part 5D filled with fluff as always. Epilogue is up next, and wow! Another chapter done and dusted, but fear not- there is still lots to come for these two cutie pies. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C’)

You stood side stage, smiling as you watched Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian interact with their fans. It was such a joy to be there observing the panel, yet another thing you’d always wanted to do but never thought you would have the chance to. Like befriending Chris, dating Chris, being engaged to Chris, and soon- marrying Chris. You were definitely a lucky one in seven billion; you were slowly checking off everything on your bucket list, both realistic and unrealistic goals. Your gaze refocused on your soon-to-be husband and your smile widened because it was because of him that you were getting everything you’d ever dreamed of.

He carried a love for you so strong, and had so much faith in you that he’d do anything for you. If your dream was to fly to the moon, he’d build a rocket ship and sit alongside you on the journey. He’d told you that a thousand times, and every time you’d believe him. His offer was always genuine, as was his love, faith, trust, and pride. You were a being unlike any other and you possessed a talent he knew would become a world wide phenomenon. It wouldn’t be long until you checked off ‘become a screenwriter’ and 'win an Oscar’, but that was Chris’ words and not yours. You were sure it was going to be ten years at least, considering you were still a student and being recognized as just Chris Evans’ fiancée. Now that wasn’t a bad thing to be recognized as, you were proud to be just Chris Evans’ fiancée; if that was all you could achieve in this lifetime, you’d be absolutely contented and at peace with yourself.

“Chris.” You tuned back into the panel when you heard Max- the host- mention Chris’ name. “I think we owe you a congratulations.” The whole crowd erupted in applause and cheers; both you and Chris immediately smiled, knowing exactly where it was going. “You’re engaged, man. That’s-” The applause and cheers increased in excitement and volume. “Yeah!” Max egged it on, clapping. You chuckled when you saw Anthony and Sebastian do the same, nudging a blushing Chris and patting him on the back. “Congratulations, dude. That is awesome news, we are so happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Chris chuckled into the microphone, dropping his gaze as he grinned to hide his obvious excitement. He may not have enjoyed talking about his relationships before, but with you- he wanted to tell the whole world about you. He was secretly glad Anthony blurted out his engagement news because he didn’t think he could, or wanted to keep it a secret until you graduated. Now as you stood watching him, and seeing how happy he was when they mentioned the engagement- you were glad the world knew too. “It’s exciting, yeah. I’m very, very excited.”

“For those who don’t know who Chris is engaged to, her name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had the pleasure of meeting her backstage,” Max said and Chris nodded, smiling as he threw a quick glance at you; you smiled and gave him a small wave. “And she is lovely, I genuinely enjoyed talking to her.” Chris’ smile widened because he had the same first impression when he met you at the airport. “She’s also very mature for her young age of twenty, I’d even say she’s more mature than you.”

“Max, buddy. You realize she’s watching this right?” Chris laughed, drawing laughter from the whole room. “Yeah, she is. She’s got a very old soul, she’s very old school type of girl. And I love it, it’s one of my favorite things about her.”

“Why’s that?” Max quizzed.

“I just feel like it allows us to have a similar mindset, of what we want in our relationship and in life in general. We don’t have a lot of big disagreements, we argue about stupid things like- who’s the better baseball team. God, I tell you- if she doesn’t ditch her Yankees cap soon,” he glanced over at you and you chuckled, tugging at said Yankees cap.

“The Yankees are the best team,” Sebastian piped up, earning a few cheers and jeers from the audience. “She’s keeping the hat, and I’m sending her a lifetime supply of Yankees merchandise as a wedding gift.” You and Chris laughed. “I’m not kidding, Chris. I will, so prepare yourself.”

“Whatever,” Chris chuckled then continued with his previous statement. “Anyway, as I was saying. It’s hard to find someone who wants the same thing, or just a long term thing in general. I feel like people, especially at her age, they just want something fun and casual. Which yeah, it’s great until you get to my age and find yourself still alone.” The crowd voiced their agreements. “We both agree that relationships these days are moving at a speed we’re not familiar with, or particularly fond of. With modern technology and the evolution that comes with each new generation, there’s a shift in the dynamics of what a relationship should be like. I- we both like to keep things- y'know, traditional. Get married, have kids- the works. It’s nice to meet someone who wants the same thing, it’s refreshing. She’s…” He looked over at you, smiling, “she’s just perfect and I love her.”

The whole crowd lost it at that, letting a wave of “awwww” cascade through the room. Chris grinned as he turned back to the supportive audience. It was nice to be able to share what he thought of you, and his love for you with other people. Yes, he was an incredibly private person who hated talking about his love life. But that was then, he was different now. Now he could’ve talked about you for hours with any fan, or at any interview. He could proudly and assertively tell the world that he was engaged to the most amazing and beautiful girl he’d ever met, as well as help them fall in-love with you as he had.

“Do you think she’ll join us on stage if we ask very nicely?” Max quizzed, and all four guys looked over at you with inviting grins; you shook your head at them with widened eyes. “If you don’t know who we’re looking at, we’re looking at Y/N who is standing side stage. What do you say, guys? Would you like to meet Captain America’s fiancé?”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach get trampled by a herd of elephants when you heard the crowd start cheering, and chanting your name. You shook your head at Chris, who was chuckling. He saw you start to turn and leave, and quickly jumped up and ran to grab you by the waist. He pulled your back into his front and whispered into you ear, “remember on the plane when you said, 'I’ll be there for you if things get too overwhelming’?” You winced, wishing you hadn’t said that; you knew when you said it it would bite you in the butt later. “Things are getting a little overwhelming out there and I’d love it if you joined me,” he told you as he spun you around and took your hand.

“Chris, I don’t want to go out there,” you steadied your stance, fighting against his pull. “Please don’t make me go out there.” You begged then chuckled softly when he did. “There are so many people out there, majority of them are fan girls who probably hate me for marrying their celebrity crush. I can’t go out there, they’re only being nice now because you’re here. I don’t want to say something or do something that will make them attack me when you’re not around.”

“Stop being so paranoid,” he laughed. “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N. And it’s time you learn how to deal with big crowds, you’re going to have to do that when you enter the Hollywood industry.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Come on, nothing you do or say will make them hate you. If their celebrity crush adores you then-” he smiled when he saw you smile, “you bet your cute little butt that they’re going to adore you too.”

“Don’t let go of my hand,” you ordered in a tone that told him you were going to join them on stage. Chris chuckled and nodded, entwining his fingers with yours. He walked, gently tugging you alongside him. “Oh my God,” you breathed when you walked into view; the crowd cheered. “I hate you so much.” You murmured to Chris without taking the nervous smile from your face.

“Give the love of my life a hand, everybody,” Chris instructed then kissed the side of your head as the crowd did as he asked. You chuckled softly, taking everything in before you lifted a hand to give the crowd a small wave. “Isn’t she absolutely beautiful?” Chris quizzed, then shared a love-sick smile with you.

Another wave of “awwww” cascaded around the room, which quickly turned into laughter when Anthony called out, “oh, get a room,” in a teasing tone. You and Chris turned to him, laughing softly. Both Anthony and Sebastian, as well as everyone in the room, fell in-love with the two of you. It was so obvious you were irrevocably and irretrievably in-love with the other, so much so that the hatred and the jealousy that some in the crowd possessed faded. Chris was meant to be with you, and you him; one could reject that notion, but there was simply no denying it.

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Epilogue

Addictive. || Two {Xu Minghao}

PART ONE

Prompt: Y/N gets a text from an unknown number.

Pairing: None :)

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Why I Have To Meet Jack

You guys may well think I’m silly for writing this post, but I’m going to anyway. I have thoughts and I need to get them out. I’m a firm believer in writing down your emotions rather than bottling them up. 

Anyway. If you’re tired of my complaining about not meeting Jack, then I won’t blame you for scrolling away from this right away. Feel free, or you can carry on reading. But not only am I saying the obstacles that are in my way, I’m also writing exactly why meeting Jack matters so much to me. I’ve broken it down so hopefully it’s easier for you guys to read.

I know I’ve posted about this a billion times before, but I feel the need to do it again. I kind of stop thinking about it, and then something reminds me again. I see gifs from PAX, I read about people meeting him. I’m happy for everyone who does, but I’m reminded that it hasn’t happened to me and maybe never will. I feel selfish for thinking this, but I can’t help it.

Just wait, it will happen, I hear you say. But that’s easier said than done, for a number of reasons. If it was just as simple as being too young to go on my own or whatever, then yes, it would only be a matter of time. But it’s not.

First of all, I can’t afford to go to conventions (particularly so if they are in another country, and I’m yet to find one in the UK that Jack goes to). I currently don’t earn, and even when I do it won’t be much - musicians often don’t earn much at first, and I’m not making anything from YouTube “yet” (I hope I will but it may never take off for all I know. I can’t rely on it).

Then there’s my current mental state. Going to a convention would be difficult thanks to my wonderful social anxiety. Just the thought of the crowds, the people around me while travelling… And I imagine that travelling, and the convention itself, would take a lot of energy - possibly too much for my depression to handle. Maybe I could push through it to meet Jack, but I don’t know; would it be worth risking putting myself under too much pressure?

And that’s not all. Oh yes, there’s more. Getting to another country is difficult for me for another reason. I can’t do it by myself. Yes, I’m 21 years old and I don’t know how to go through an airport by myself. I feel stupid. Not just because I’ve never learnt how, but also I struggle with things like that. I always have. I’m particularly brilliant at getting lost. My anxiety loves it, not.

And there’s more. Since I’ve started watching Jack, I’ve been at university/college so I haven’t had the time to go away to conventions. Once I leave here in a couple of months time (*panics*), I will be focusing a lot on YouTube, and probably having to find a job (yawn). And until I find one and have money, I can’t go even if I have the time.

This may well sound like I’m making excuses, but honestly… I’m really not. I wouldn’t. This is something I need to do in my lifetime, it’s a dream of mine. Jack is my hero. I have no reason to make any excuses. These are all genuine barriers to one of my life goals. Obstacles that feel insurmountable. And it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart to think that I may never meet the person who began to turn my life around. It breaks my heart to think that I may never get to thank him in person for what he’s done. It breaks my heart to think that I may never be able to hug him. He feels like a long distance friend - or even family, if I can say that. Jack means the world to me. More than he’ll ever know - but if I meet him, I can get closer to expressing it than I can from here.

I have thoughts about what I would do if I did meet Jack. I already know that I will make a folder or something of stuff I’ve made for him (fanart, poems, etc) and I’ll give it to him. And, of course, I’ll give him the biggest hugs he’s ever had. I’ll do my best to let him know what he means to me. I’ll tell him about how he’s inspired me and that my YouTube channel is beginning to grow thanks to him giving me the courage to make more videos. I was anxious to go on camera, but he made me brave, and now I love it immensely and want to do it for as long as possible.

Jack is not just a YouTuber to me. He’s been a counsellor when I’ve needed advice and someone to care. Jack has been a friend when I’ve felt alone, believing in me even when I didn’t anymore. He’s been a beautiful green light in the pitch black void of depression and anxiety, the hope I needed when mine was all gone. 

He’s been like an annoying older brother who makes stupid jokes to make you laugh - which means even more to me as one of my older brothers, who made me laugh a lot, is no longer with us. He’s been someone to watch playing games now that I can’t watch my brother play them anymore.

He’s been a lullaby when I couldn’t sleep, cradling me with kindness and wrapping me up in smiles and laughter. He’s been a soothing voice amongst the painful noise of life. He’s held my hand when I’ve been hurting, wiping away the tears from my eyes. He’s started to heal the cracks in my heart and mind. When I was starting to lose sight of anything good in life, having less and less reasons to smile, he showed me that things weren’t so bad after all. He taught me to genuinely smile again.

And Jack is the reason why I found this wonderful community, and have made amazing friends who have made me feel cared about. You guys have made me feel less lonely despite the isolation of social anxiety and depression. Without Jack, I probably wouldn’t know any of you exist.

Jack is my hero.

I need to meet him some day.

I have to.

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 10 – Your Friendly Neighborhood Shrink

In which we meet Betsy Dobson who appears to be Molly Weasley’s long-lost Ravenclaw sister, some quality Renee time happens, Kevin’s Stoic and Mighty Demeanor has nothing on Dan’s doughnuts, and actual school happens at some point but who gives a shit (spoiler alert: It’s not Neil Josten).

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Friendzoned M.C - chapter 1

Originally posted by cliffxrdsloveaffair

Summary: Nyla thought a trip to Bali with her best friend was all she needed to escape her problems but she didn’t know that things are always complicated. Even in a tropical destination with your best friends, things can get pretty heated. In good ways and in bad.

A/N: I did say this in my previous post but this fanfic is really long and it’s kinda crappy buuut there’s some cute Michael fluff and smut in here so if you hate most of it I hope you like the fluff + smut. Also the way Crystal is written in this book is no way what I think of her in real life, I think her and Michael are really cute and I do ship them together as a couple.

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SVT Performance Unit Reaction: Fluent French~

request; Hiiii! Can I get a seventeen reaction to their girlfriend always walking around the house singing to and mumbling to herself in french? It’s not her first language tho, but she’s fluent. Lmao thank you doll💞

thank you so much for requesting @baby-baby-boo​ !! i decided to add some more scenarios too like being outside and stuff, if that’s ok!!
maybe i should start learning french again
this is also going to be in units!!!

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Jun

-so jun 

-master of the martial arts that looks like it hurts

-yes i did have to watch the weekly idol episode to get that

-did i continue to watch the episode?

-……………yes

-so! 

-when you were out with friends

-jun was at home cause dancing tired him out and he didn’t have anything else to do that day 

-and what does any bored person at home do? 

-pick up a book and start to read it

but of course…………….he had a nap before so his mind was still a little groggy yaknow?

-so he decided to pick up a book from the table

-your book

-on french history 

-in french 

-”y/n does french? i didn’t know that…”

-so he started to read it

-and then he became tired again

-gdi

-so when you got home

-from wherever you went

-you noticed jun 

-asleep on the couch 

-with the book on his face

-you couldn’t help but smile because 

-1. awwww the bf did a snooze bless

-and 

-2. i got the perfect blackmail material yES

-but you saw him wake up so you walked over and took the book off him

-”learn anything interesting?”

-”no……but the pictures were cool!”

-”of course they were :)”


Soonyoung

-ok 

-sunshine

-10:10

-hamyoung

soonster

-so perf unit had a new upcoming choreo for a vlive 

-and for a concert too wow o wow

-but it wasn’t a song that they made

-no

-the choreographer was really excited with this song

-since it was becoming to become mega popular in the charts again 

-it was….also in french

-get outta here despacito

-you got a new sheriff in town

-and it’s name is….

-Sur Ma Route by Black M

-”ok it’s a good song just bare with me”

-and when it comes to soonyoung he needs to know what the song is about 

-so boy went ahead and downloaded it

-and was just listening to it at home 

-when he went to sleep you saw what he was listening to and you smiled because that’s so cute awwwwWWW wait that was the song you were translating for someone

-and you know soonyoung’s thing with dancing and music

-kill two birds with one stone

-don’t actually but you translate the song for him too!

-so you messaged him the translation while you were at home and he was on his way to the studio

-”hey i saw you were listening to that one song so i translated it for you! you can’t really trust google translate sometimes so why not trust your own little translator aka the one you love the most aka me”

-”that’s so cute thanks y/n!”

-he was proper smiling then thought wait a second when the hell did y/n learn french

-”wait a second how do you know french?”

-”………..i study french at college”

-”oh yeah so that’s what you do pfft i kn–”

-”you didn’t know did you”

-”no but that’s what makes you so mysterious i’m finding more things about you everyday i love you i’m not ready to die bYE”

-”SOON”

-ah young love


 Minghao

-b-boy master of the world

-okkuuuurrrrrrr

-so you and minghao were on a little date doing stuff

-like cute couple things 

-the cutest things

-and since you were both hungry you two decided to head to get lunch/dinner

-so you mentioned that there was a new french patisserie/bakery open and you really wanted to check it out

-so minghao agreed 

-you two got to the patisserie 

-and already minghao found a problem

-while you two were looking at the cakes and stuff

-there weren’t any…..translations….or anything……of any food

-but what he didn’t know was that he had his own little translator!! 

-AKA YOUUUUU

-so you ordered the food

-extra brownie points to you because you did it in french and you had a decent conversation with the barista in french good on you

-and minghao…heard everything

-yeahhhhhhh

-wow

-you came over with the little cakes and stuff and minghao was just there like

-”how do????? how?? hOw?? HoW?? HOW DO??”

-he just looks to you like he’s a lost puppy 

-”did you just…talk to that girl in french?”

-”uh-huh”

-”you speak french?”

-”uh-huh”

-”……………………………..did we go here just so you could practice french?”

-”uh-huh”

-”busted

-”wAIT”


Chan

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-someone help my boy 

-no seriously help him

-he’s stuck 

-as in he doesn’t know what to do 

-backstory? 

-backstory

-you and chan agree to go meet up at the station to go to the cinemas as a little date

-you however chose the worst station to make him wait at…

-since rush hour was borderline stampedes of people

-okay they were stampedes of people

-and tourists too

-oh god here we go

-so chan lovely little but not so little chan 

-was waiting outside the station for you 

-when all of a sudden

-a group of french students stood beside him 

-he didn’t think much 

-but uhh…..

-one of the people on the tour came up to him

-since the group was lost 

-chan took out his headphones and heard what the person was saying

-but didn’t understand a word at all

-so when the tour person asked him a bunch of questions he couldn’t answer them

-he was stuck 

-help him

-oh hey y/n you’re heRE HELP YOUR MAN OUT AND HELP THE TOURISTS TOO

-you come up to chan and the tour group

-”chan what’s up?”

-”the group are asking for directions somewhere….and i don’t know what place they need…”

-you overhear the tour guide 

-and you were like

-”this is my time to shine!! bby lemme handle this”

-so chan was just left there in awe since 1. he didn’t know you could speak french

-2. you looked happy when you were speaking it

-3. you looked really cute wooooOOOOOOOOW

-you said goodbye to the group and came back to chan and he was still a little bit awestruck

-”that was amazing….!”

-”it was nothing really…”

-you say with a smile before holding his hand and going to the cinema with him like the love up kids you are now excuse me i need to sleep for 5 billion years by e

One of a Kind (Jelena One Shot)

One of a Kind (Jelena One Shot)

Request:  Oneshot about jb maybe not handling Abel and Selena well. He gets drunk or high and abels there and Abel realizes that JB and sel belong together and he lets Selena go and Selena and jb talk and end up together

Inspired by @sellyonjerry’s newest one shot ‘For Now’

Third Person’s POV

So maybe he shouldn’t have smoked that last joint.

Or the one before that.

Or the one before that.

But in his defense, it was 4/20. He was meant to blaze it.

It was what the day was for. Getting high.

But in hindsight maybe getting high wasn’t the best idea.

Especially based off his track record.

He did said things, and did things, he wouldn’t even dream of doing sober.

When Justin Bieber got high, all common sense flew out the window.

There was no telling right from wrong.

Besides, everyone knew he was an emotional person.

And considering the love of his life was happy with another man, he wasn’t in the best place emotionally.

And what better time to pour his heart out to a stranger than when he was high out of his mind?

So since his filter was off, and his emotions were too strong to be kept buried, he decided it would be a good idea to rattle off his love story, albeit not a traditional one, to whatever unlucky human decided to join him on the roof of the club.

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“What are you doing up here all alone? I’m pretty sure I saw a bunch of your friends downstairs.”

The familiar voice pierced the somewhat silent night.

He wasn’t sure who it was and he didn’t bother to look, instead choosing to keep his gaze on the sky.

Not like it would have made much of a difference.

He was high out of his mind. His vision was blurry. He was sure he would see nothing more than a silhouette.

“Needed to be alone I guess.” He answered. Even though he wasn’t in the right mindset, his voice never wavered. It was a talent that only Justin Bieber seemed to possess.

He could be wasted to the point where he couldn’t remember his own name but his voice would never show it.

It was something Selena hated because he used it to his advantage to lie to her when he had been smoking and drinking daily, despite everyone telling him not to.

“Do you ever think back on what you had and hate yourself for taking it for granted?” He asked suddenly causing the twenty-seven year old to turn his attention to him.

“Well, I mean, I regret some things, yes. And I wish I had done them differently but I wouldn’t go as far to say as I hate myself.”

The younger boy shrugged. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. I mean, I had the perfect girl you know? She was beautiful. I used to call her my angel. I even have a tattoo of her with angel wings.” He smiled, mindlessly touching his tattoo.

Abel remained silent, realizing that he was talking about Selena, who happened to be his girlfriend.

“She really is an angel. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. She has pretty brown hair that’s super soft and silky. And brown eyes that I used to get lost in. It sounds crazy but it’s true. Sometimes she’d be talking and I wouldn’t hear anything cause I’d just be looking at them. And her smile, God her smile. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to put that smile on her face. And her laugh was contagious. If you heard it, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from joining her.”

His voice faded as he got lost in his memories. He shook his head as if to clear it then resumed speaking.

“She has the biggest heart. She loves to help people. And she loves dogs, she has like a billion. Not to mention all children love her. She’s going to be an amazing mom. You know we had everything planned out? Our entire future together. From our wedding to how many kids we were going to have and what we were going to name them. Where we were going to live, what our house was going to look like. I don’t think she knows it, but I already had our proposal planned out. I wrote a speech and found the ring and everything. It was supposed to be in Central Park. But shit happens I guess. Well more like I happened.”

His voice turned bitter and he cast his head downwards.

“I got so into the partying lifestyle, I didn’t even realize what I was doing. How much I was hurting her. We broke up and then got back together and after that it became this long, never-ending cycle. We just kept hurting each other. It was horrible. God I was horrible to her. I wouldn’t blame her for hating me. I hate me.”

Abel’s eyes grew wide as Justin’s voice caught and he realized he was crying.

“And now she’s moved on. And she’s happy. And I hate it. And I know that sounds horrible of me because I do want her to be happy but I’m selfish and I want her to be happy with me. We were supposed to have our fairytale ending together. I’m supposed to wake up every morning with her in my arms. I’m supposed to bring her breakfast in bed and take her shopping and buy her mountains of gifts even though she says she doesn’t want them. I’m supposed to spoil her. I’m supposed to rub her feet when they’re sore and take care of her when she’s sick. We’re supposed to tuck our children in every night and tell them stories and sing them lullaby’s together. We’re supposed to watch them grow up. She’s supposed to comfort me when I don’t want my little girl to date or when I’m crying cause she’s getting married and I’m supposed to hold her when she’s emotional cause our baby boy found the girl of his dreams. We’re just- we’re supposed to love each other until our dying breaths.”

He choked on a sob.

“A-and she’s going to do all that with someone else and it hurts. It hurts cause I’m stuck here and I can’t get over her no matter how hard I try because I love her more than anyone could ever imagine but it’s too late. I screwed us up. It’s all my fault. I deserve it you know? I deserve to suffer while she moves on because of all the pain I put her through. I know that. I know she’s better off without me in her life but I’m not. It’s so hard cause I miss her every single day. I need her but I can’t have her. I messed up. She’s gone for good. But I-I just want her. I love her and I don’t know what to do anymore. I can only fake a smile for so long.”

Every emotion he had been hiding came to the surface.

He was done pretending he was okay.

Thanks to the drugs, he could no longer keep a grip on his mask. It had to come off.

Abel stood in silence as he watched the younger boy tuck his face into his hands as his entire body shook from his sobs, his heart going out for him.

He knew that he couldn’t stay with Selena.

Not when there was someone who loved her this much. More than he would ever love her.

And he knew that even though she didn’t want to admit it, she loved Justin just as much as he loved her.

And so, he made it his personal mission to play cupid for them both.

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“Wait wait wait wait wait. Let me get this straight. You’re dumping me so I can get back together with Justin?” The brunette asked in confusion.

“Yes.” He nodded in confirmation to what she was saying was indeed correct.

“I don’t understand. Why?”

He sighed. “Because, I saw him break down with my own two eyes. The guy’s heartbroken Sel. He misses you.”

She crossed her arms, ignoring the pang in her heart. “Good. Now he knows how I felt.”

“Exactly. And he regrets hurting you.”

“As he should.” She would not give in. She would not go back to him. That chapter of her life is over.

“Selena. Justin said that he hated himself okay? He hates himself for hurting you. He said that he deserved every ounce of pain he’s going through because that’s what he did to you. He told me that he had you entire future planned out, including the speech he was going to use when he proposed to you. Believe me, if you heard what I did, you would not be arguing with me on this. You would already be with him.”

“Why are you so hellbent on getting us back together?” She frowned.

“Because you two love each other goddammit!” He exclaimed in exasperation. “He kept calling you an angel. He has you on this pedestal. Selena that boy loves you more than anyone ever will and I know you feel the same way about him. That kind of love is one of a kind okay? It doesn’t happen to anybody. It’s something most people can only dream about finding and I am not about to sit here and let you two throw it all away! Now for the love of all things holy, go get your man would you?”

She was taken aback at how important it seemed for her to be with Justin to Abel so without another word, she left to go find Justin.

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“Justin, door’s for you.” His maid came into his bedroom.

“Tell whoever it is to go away.” He grumbled, not in the mood to deal with anyone.

His head hurt, his eyes burned, his limbs were so and he had no idea what happened the night before nor how he got home.

All he knew was that he felt like shit and he wanted Selena.

He always wanted Selena.

Just as he closed his eyes and pulled the blanket over his head, his bedroom door opened again.

“I said go away.” His voice was low and hoarse. She frowned at how rough he sounded.

“I wish I could but my now ex-boyfriend demands I speak to you.”

He immediately shot up at her voice, holding his head in his hands as it began to spin.

He groaned involuntarily as his blurry vision began to focus, wondering if he was still high or if she was really here.

She stood wide-eyed and just how horrible he looked.

Abel was right. He was suffering.

His eyes were red and puffy, evidence that he had cried a large amount.

Apart from that, there were purple bags under his eyes that suggested he hadn’t been sleeping well.

His clothes were rumpled and his hair was sticking up in all directions.

Somehow he seemed older than 23 with how stressed he looked.

Suddenly, all she wanted to do was hug him and take away his pain.

She shook her head at the thought, deciding to stand her ground.

“Se-Selena?” He questioned hesitantly.

“Hey.”

“What-what are you doing here?” He asked in a shaky voice.

Seeing her standing in front of him with her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face made him want to cry.

Things used to be so different.

And it was all his fault.

“What did you say to Abel last night?”

His heart dropped and he closed his eyes, forcing his tears back even as the pressure in his chest increased.

Of course. It was something to do with Abel. It was always something to do with Abel.

What had he done now? He couldn’t remember seeing Abel last night, much less talking to him.

“I,” He stopped, coughing to clear the lump in his throat before he continued, “I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“How high were you Justin?” Her tone made him feel like a child being scolded by his mother.

How many times had he gotten high when they were together?

Wasn’t that what damaged their relationship in the first place?

And yet here he was.

“I don’t know.” He bowed his head in shame, sniffling as one lone tear managed to escape the inner corner of his left eye.

Her heart softened when she saw it but her resolution remained.

“Whatever it was, I’m sorry.” He apologized nonetheless, knowing that an apology is what she usually wanted.

She would scold him and leave. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to be able to cry in peace.

He couldn’t take the looks she was sure to give him. He already felt horrible as it was. He already hated himself.

She sighed then spoke in a considerably softer tone. “Justin, you told him about me. Well us.”

“What?” His heart skipped.  What had he said? What had he done?

“Yeah. Apparently you completely broke down.” She continued and he began to hyperventilate.

What had he done? Had he just made things worse? Was this her coming to say that she was cutting all ties with him?“

He began to tremble at the thought.

"I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Justin, calm down.” She stepped closer to him, sitting down on the bed and pulling him into a hug.

He clutched onto her tightly, burying his head in her neck and she rubbed his back.

“It’s okay.” She soothed. Tears pricked at her own eyes. She hadn’t believed that he really was this volatile. She should have been more careful with her words.

Her heart clenched and she finally understood where Abel was coming from.

Justin kept muttering 'I’m sorry’ over and over as she hushed him.

Eventually he managed to calm down enough for her to continue.

“Whatever you told him last night made a huge impact on him because he came home and broke up with me.” He cut her off before she continued.

“Oh my God, I ruined your relationship. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to him. Please don’t hate me. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“Justin! Justin, calm down!” She took his face into her palms, forcing him to look at her.

“It’s okay. Calm down.” She reassured. He gulped.

“He said that we had the type of love that people can only dream about having and he wasn’t about to let us throw that away. He broke up with me because he wanted me to get back together with you.”

“Oh.” Justin muttered, finally understanding what was happening. He looked at her hopefully.

“I didn’t know what I expected when I came here but I honestly didn’t think we were going to get back together. I always figured that our relationship was something in my past but seeing you this torn up made me realize that he was right. You love me and I love you. Our love is one of a kind. That doesn’t happen to everyone. Why should we throw it away? So I’m here to say that I’d like to be yours again, if you’ll have me after everything I’ve put you through.”

The second the last word was out his lips were on hers and that was all the confirmation she needed.

She would need to find a way to thank Abel for this.

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That’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written so I hope yall like it.

There’s No Equation For Love - Chapter Three

Chapter One  Chapter Two


Summary: Logan was incredibly intelligent, that much was indisputable. With a tested IQ of 137, he excelled in science - more specifically quantum physics - and was currently working towards a Physics degree at university. He was passionate about literature, psychology and astronomy. Since he was young, he’d been told he was clever an innumerable amount of times. It had become his defining trait.

But if Logan was so smart, why didn’t he know how to secure a date with Virgil?

Word count: 1208

Warnings: none

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So i’m an idiot and I accidentally deleted all 75 of my Jonerys edits so there’s no edit for this but ah well 

for @winterishereyourgrace - a Star Wars AU where Jon is Luke and Dany is Leia and no one is related. Notes to follow. 

Aren’t you a little short to be a stormtrooper?” 

For a minute he just stops in confusion. He’s risked his life, flown halfway across the galaxy, been shot at more times than he can count, all because of her message…and he’s too short? “Uh…no. I’m Jon Snow. I’m here to rescue you.”

He thinks that warrants at least a thank you but she seems too distracted. “I trust you have an escape route?” 

“Um.” He does not in fact have an escape plan other than running around the ship until he finds Davos. But he doesn’t think she’ll appreciate that. 

That catches her attention. “What?” Then she closes her eyes and sighs deeply, like she’s praying for strength. “Tell me that you didn’t break into this highly fortified space station without an exit strategy.”

“Of course not.” That would be stupid. 

But she’s already moving again, out into the hallway where Robb and Theon are shooting at everything that moves and Grey Wind and Ghost are attacking whatever they miss. “Did you get her?” Theon asks, as Robb runs farther down the corridor to see if there’s miraculously a back door. 

“Yes-” 

“There’s nothing down that way,” she calls after Robb. “I looked. The only exit is…” The one with a shrieking siren and a pile of dead bodies. “And I suppose it’s too much to hope that you managed to keep any of this covert?”

“Very not covert,” Theon says. There are yells farther down the hallway as if to prove his point. 

“Excellent.” She taps her fingers against the wall, in contemplation. Jon’s not sure whether to be in awe of her, annoyed by her, or slightly frightened. “I suppose we’ll have to get dirty.” 


Jon didn’t think that ‘getting dirty’ would ever mean almost dying in a trash pit but hey, it’s whatever. 

As soon as the doors open, they split up. Robb manages to get a read on where they are in comparison to the docking bay and they decide they’ll have a better shot at it in smaller groups. So he and Theon run down one hallway and Jon and Dany run down the other. It’s not decided or anything; it just happens. 

“So how did you get here?” It’s probably not the best time to ask but they’re probably both going to die anyway. 

Apparently she feels the same way. “You hadn’t gathered that by now? I’m a spy for the Rebellion.”

“No, I mean here.” He doesn’t want to say that she seems like the sort of person who wouldn’t ever get captured because she just wouldn’t stand for it. 

“They intercepted a diplomatic ship and apparently the Senate is too incapacitated to do anything about it.” There are stormtroopers lounging down one corridor so they take the other one. “What do they think about the Rebellion on…what planet did you say you were from again?” 

“Winterfell. We don’t think anything about the rebellion because we’re too far out of the Inner Rim for any of it to affect us.” If there’s a center of the universe, Winterfell is the planet it’s farthest from. 

Winterfell…I don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

“That’s not surprising. Most people haven’t, unless they’re doing something illegal.” Yes, this is not the right time to be flirting. If this is flirting. Which it isn’t. 

Obviously. “What about you?” 

For a second he sees something like pain flash across her face. “Dragonstone.” For once her voice isn’t brash or confident-it’s heavy with pain. 

Shit. “We went there to bring the plans to your father…” 

“And he’s dead? They’re all dead? The planet’s blown into billions of pieces of space dust.” He doesn’t answer. “My doing.” 

“It wasn’t-” 

“They would have found an excuse sooner or later. Dragonstone’s always been a thorn in the Lannisters’ side-democratic, too rich to be easily controlled. I’m sure I just…sped up the process. Still…it’s a blow. And it’s a reminder of what we’re fighting for.” 

He never thought he’d miss Winterfell, but at least it’s still there. “I’m sorry.” 

“Two billion people died, two billion lives snuffed out like a candle flame…but I can’t think about that, can I? Not yet. Too much to do.” She smiles at him but it’s humorless. 

And then she almost falls off a sharp drop off. 

He almost slams into her and falls off too but he manages to keep himself pinned in place, just on the edge of the precipice. There’s another bridge on the other side of the pit-but it’s too far to jump. For a second he thinks their luck has finally run out and they’re fucked. 

Then he sees the overhead bar and wonders. “I have an idea.”

She rolls her eyes. “Is it going to get us killed?”

“I’m pretty sure that will happen either way.” He pulls out one of the tools Davos gave him and swings it until it sticks on the bar. The rope stretches taut, and he pulls on it a couple of times to make sure it’s secure. 

It’s not a good idea to test it. But they’re already dead anyway. 

Dany takes an involuntary step back. “No.” 

“We’re dead anyway,” he repeats. 

For a second she looks at him-a strange, searching look as if she’s trying to decide whether or not she can trust him. He’s sure she’s going to say no-and then something behind her eyes seems to relax and she bites her lip, the only sign that she’s nervous. “We’re dead anyway.” 

She holds on tight and closes her eyes until they’re safely swung across. And when they start running again there’s that look in her eyes again-but this time it’s softer. 

Almost like friendship, or something close to it. 

And suddenly, he wonders what happens if they do end up surviving this. They’ve gotten lucky so far-is it really so unbelievable that they’d get lucky again? 

Huh. Maybe she’s not so bad after all. 

Natalia-sorry for the truly terrible quality of this and I know you told me not to do anything for your b-day but I wanted to give you something to tide you over until you get the package. 

I could go into a very long rant about how you’re my best friend and how much I love you but it would take too long and I think you already know most of it anyway. You’ve changed my life in the best way and talking to you is always the best part of my day. You’re an amazing person, one of the best that I know, and I know you don’t always feel that way but you absolutely are and everyone who knows you is lucky to whether they know it or not. Thanks for putting up with all the ranting and my random obsessions and for reading EVERYTHING even if it’s for a fandom you’re not in. My worst days are not as bad as they could be, my worst thoughts are not as powerful as they could be, my spirals are not as endless as they could be if I didn’t have you to talk to. Thank you for letting me confide in you, and for confiding in me. Thank you for slowly helping me realize that maybe there is more to me than a bunch of words. Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou you’re on a level with people that I never thought I would ever find someone to compare with but my life is better because you’re a part of it. Someday we’ll meet and I’ll be able to say this in person but for now this’ll have to be enough. 

Happy birthday, Nat. You deserve a celebration. You deserve THE BEST CELEBRATION. And honestly if you wanted people to not think about it you should not have befriended the extra of extras. 

Special Someone

A/N: An anon request for a JJ & Reader, strictly platonic. The reader comes crying to JJ because she feels like she’ll be alone forever. She’s the only one without a bf. All she wants is a relationship like JJ has with Will. 

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Y/N: Can I come over? 

JJ: Of course. What’s up?

Y/N: Just feel like I’m going to die alone and I need to vent.

JJ: You are not! But come over anyway. See you in a few.

Friends for nearly five years, JJ knew how Y/N felt about always being the one without a date, but there was nothing wrong with her; that’s what Y/N needed to understand. She assumed because she’d never had a boyfriend that that meant there was something wrong with her; there wasn’t - she just hadn’t found her person yet. Her day would come.

As she washed the dishes, she wondered what might have happened in Y/N’s life that made this fear rise up again. It came in waves, but she hadn’t felt like this in a while, so something must’ve triggered it. 

Knock. Knock.

“Who is it?” JJ called out. If it wasn’t Y/N, she really didn’t want to answer the door.

There was an enormous sigh on the other side of the door. “It’s Y/N, Jayge.”

JJ pulled her hands out of the sink and dried them off with a towel before opening the door for her friend. “Hey, Y/N.” Her friend walked into her arms; she always knew she could come to JJ. Her other friends didn’t seem to want to understand, but before Will, JJ had felt the same way, so she got it. “What happened?”

Y/N pulled back from JJ’s shoulder and ran her hands through her hair, her eyes unfocused and full of sadness as she walked toward the couch without a word and plopped down unceremoniously. “The same thing that always happens, I go to hang out with my friends, and somehow they end up inviting their boyfriends along, so I’m in an enormous group of five or seven people and I’m the odd one out without a boyfriend, so then the time that we were supposed to spend as friends becomes couples’ time and I’m the 3rd, 5th, or 7th wheel depending on the day.” JJ sat beside her as the tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. “Everyone else is so happy and I’m just sitting here alone. I’m forever alone. You know that meme? That’s me!” 

Reaching around, JJ pulled Y/N in by the shoulder and had her rest her head on her shoulder. “If you want to find someone, eventually someone will come along.”

“When!?” Y/N exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just…” Her head flopped into her hands. “I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but I’ve wanted a relationship for years, and it hasn’t happened, so what’s the deal? I don’t wanna have to wait another five years to find the love of my life.” She was so exasperated. “I just want what you and Will have.”

What she and Will had was amazing, but dammit if it didn’t take a lot of patience and work. “What Will and I have isn’t easy. We do it because we love each other.”

“I know,” Y/N replied. “I want that. I want to work with someone I love more than anything. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I find someone?” She was winding up, about to go into a tirade wondering what was so wrong with her; JJ had learned to let her ride it out. “Am I not pretty enough? Am I not funny enough? Am I not smart enough? Maybe I’m not dumb enough, because my friends act dumber than a box of rocks around their boyfriends. Maybe I have to be an idiot.”

JJ sat up immediately. “Never. Do not stoop down to that to find a man. The man that will love you, will love you for exactly who you are. He’ll love the way you laugh at corny jokes, he’ll love your beautiful hair and gorgeous eyes, the way you wear your clothes like you have a style all your own, he’ll love your dedication to your job, and your compassion for others. You just have a hard time meeting guys in your line of work. It’s not, never has been, and never will be you. Don’t you dare change how wonderful you are for someone else.”

A small, sleepy smile crossed Y/N’s face as she stared at the window. “I know you’re right. It’s just so frustrating. I look around and I see all my friends with romantic relationships, people they love more than anything, and I still don’t; it just feels like something must be wrong if I don’t have that.”

“There is something wrong,” JJ said, closing her eyes as she reflected on the bullshit. “It’s just not wrong with you. It’s the world that makes us all believe like having a romantic relationship is the be-all end-all of the universe.” If the world would stop placing such an emphasis on romance, Y/N would probably be thinking differently. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Will more than anything, but before I had him, I still had my friends, I have my parents that loved me, I had a job I excelled at and was proud of, I had things I was interested in that gave me joy…all of those things are just as important as a relationship.” JJ combed her fingers through Y/N’s hair; she could feel her starting to relax, her muscles losing their tension and melting into the couch. “You have all that. You have friends that love you, a family you adore, a job you love to do and are good at, you have those things that make you happy. You have so much.”

Y/N leaned up and took a deep breath. “You always know how to make me feel better,” she said. “How do you do that?”

“I’m a good sounding board,” she laughed. “You want some cider? I made some before.”

“Mmmm…yes.”

After easing into unrelated conversation, the silence overtook them both. While JJ knew she’d made Y/N feel a little bit better, she could still see in her eyes that the issue was weighing on her. “It’ll happen. Take small steps. Put yourself on a reliable dating website. Let a friend set you up. In a world of 7 billion people, you’ll come across someone that loves you for the woman you are in no time. Do you believe there’s only one person out there for you?”

Y/N shook her head and took another sip of warm cider, slowly but surely feeling better about everything. “No. I think there are many someones, I just want one,” she chuckled.

“Then take small steps to put yourself out there. However you’re comfortable,” she shrugged. “Eventually someone will walk into your life and that person will make you realize why it never worked with anyone else.”

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Hello! Okay, now this is long overdue. It has been like a month and I haven’t posted a single thing. I am really sorry, I apologize for this inconvenience, I was facing a few personal problems that have now been dealt with. :) This is one of your admins @yukihime713 and this is my first piece of work on this blog. Enjoy :D

Imagine discussing about Asgard with Loki. 

Originally posted by kingharry

You looked at the blanket of stars above you, as you laid on the soft grass with a content sigh escaping your lips. You were out in the middle of nowhere, thanks to Loki and his magic. 

Because of lack of pollution due to about 3 to 4% population here, the night sky looked breathtaking. There were billions of stars spread out in the vast night sky shining like pearls, winking at you every once in a while. “How is it there?” you whispered, your head tilting slightly to look at Loki, who was enjoying the scenery as much as you were. “Where?” his eyes locked with yours. “Asgard” you smiled. 

He looked taken aback by your question. This was the first time you asked Loki about Asgard as a small smirk graced his lips. “It’s beautiful. Even more so than here.” You quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. “Really? Tell me more about Asgard” you grinned. 

“Well, those mythical creatures you mortals talk about, the ones in books, like for example, dragons.” He said with twinkling eyes, looking at you with adoration. “Yeah, what about them?” you fully turned towards him. “They’re real and dangerous I dare say.” He smiled. “Seriously?” you asked popping up on your elbows and staring at him in amazement. “Yes. They can be tamed, and are useful in battles, but now they are very rare species. You seldom see them at the more cultivated areas of Asgard.” 

“Wow” you mumbled in bewilderment and laid in your previous position, with the new discovery swirling in your head, as you dreamily looked at the stars above you with your thoughts occupied by dragons. 

“I will take you to Asgard someday and then, you can see them and all other amazing things over there” Loki turned his head back towards the velvety dark blue sky with diamonds in them. “I’d love that, thank you.” you beamed, moving closer and kissed his forehead making him smile fondly at you. “Anything for you darling”.