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

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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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).

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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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.

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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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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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”. 

vimeo

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 :) 

A Dream Coming True (a Jared Leto oneshot)

“Did you know that these poor animals weren’t even killed humanely? The standards these animals were living in were and are just as bad as the way they are killed. Billions and billions animals are killed brutally each year just to feed us while we have enough opportunities. If I and million others didn’t die, you won’t either. I’m vegan and healthy more than ever. You like pizza? Eat it without pepperoni. You like burgers? Eat a vegan burger. Don’t give shitty excuses like your health either. Are you really comfortable with these poor animals dying just for our fun?”

“Yes I am! They taste good and they don’t even have emotions. So what?” a man shouted from the crowd.

This was my first time making a speech alone on a street. Why should people be assholes?

“At least they have a brain unlike you!” I was really mad. I couldn’t stand ignorant and idiot people. Was he even real?

“Boo-hoo! I’m going to cry now.”


“I want a soy latte please. For y/n.” I was trying to relax after my stressful speech. Why was it just so hard for people to understand the truth? People were just too selfish to see it.

“It’s 4.70 ma’am.”

As I was reaching for my purse, I heard a voice. It was soft but hot.

“It’s on me.” I looked behind me where the voice was coming. I saw a handsome man. His hair was short and brown with blond tips . He had style… And sunglasses.

“And you are?”

“I’m Jared. I listened to your speech. It was amazing. Oh and and an espresso shot for me.” he said to the cashier after talking to me.

“Thanks. I’m happy that someone really listened to me.”

“That one dude annoyed me really much though. I was almost going to go and slap him personally.”

We giggled. We rushed out after getting our drinks to find somewhere to sit. He asked politely if he could join me.

“Yeah, of course. Thanks for the coffee Jared. It’s really nice seeing people who actually care. I thought there was no hope.”

“It was nice hearing you too.” as he took his sunglasses off, I saw the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I have ever seen. He continued:

“And your name is?”

“y/n. My name is y/n.”

“It’s a pleasure y/n.” he was a true gentleman. He was conscious, handsome and nice but I didn’t want to be affected too quickly.

“So you are a vegan either Jared?”

“Activist, vegan, singer, Jared Leto… That’s me.”

“Wow so you sing? Is there something you can’t do?”

“I can’t draw?” 

“And that’s my thing I guess.” I chuckled.

“So you can draw… I guess we are completing each other.”

“If you want to impress me, you’ll have to find a better one J.” He smiled and looked down.

“I don’t need to try hard.” I looked at him raising my eyebrows. We both laughed. He actually had a point but I wasn’t going to admit that.


It had been around five months since I had met Jared and my life had changed a lot already. There was something going on between us but I was not sure what that was. I felt really good when I was with Jared and when he was away… I was starting to feel weird without him. I was not good at going on with people but he… He was making me happy

He had invited me to his mansion-like house which I had only seen from the outside once. I was actually feeling that something huge was going to happen and the first time in my life, I felt like I had to look good for a man. He was going to take me at 8.00 pm. so it was almost time. I put my nude lipstick on before I sprayed on my fave cruelty-free perfume. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t felt so beautiful in a long time. As I was checking if everything was okay, I heard my door ringing. I had to chill for real. 

A heavenly smell hit me as I opened the door. When I came back to the real world, I saw him. He had casual clothes on but it was so hot. Especially his hat and white shirt. His bracelets, jeans, shoes… Everything was combined so good. His stubble was looking so sexy.

“Damn girl you lookin’ fine.” We both let out a laugh. I felt that my cheeks were warming up. 

“You too Mr. Leto but I prefer keeping it formal.” 

“Oh, sorry ma’am. I meant you look one fine lady. I was wondering if you would mind if I accompanied you to my car.” He leaned down as he put his one arm behind his back and one hand in front of me like a real gentleman wanting me to hold it. This guy… How could I say no? I held his hand as I closed my door with my other hand. 


After a car ride full of laughter, we arrived to his house. It was 8.38 pm so we had a plenty of time. I was actually pretty sure that he was going to insist that I stayed the night so I didn’t really worry about the time. As he opened the door, I saw a fuckhuge living. It was mostly black. So elegant… We heard footsteps when we stepped inside. As I raised my head, I saw another handsome man which was probably Jared’s brother Shannon. Jared was always talking about him. They were caring for each other and that was really cute.

“It’s really nice finally meeting you y/n. Jared just won’t stop talking about you. I’m almost sure he is in love with you.” WTF? I wanted to dance but all I could do was laughing and looking at Jared. His eyes were huge and he was looking at Shannon. I wanted to change the subject.

“So you told me that you were good at singing J. I’d like to hear you sing.”

“Ohh I totally forgot about that. But I need to talk to Shannon first. Suit yourself. It won’t take long.” Shannon looked at him trying to figure out what he was going to tell.

“Mmkay then. I’m here.” 

As soon as they went upstairs and closed the door, I got curious. And curiousity is one of my weak spots. I had to hear what they were talking about. I got upstairs trying my best to be silent. I put my ear on the door they were in.

“-Why would you even say that! I didn’t want her to know that until I made sure that she feels the same for me. Thank you really much Shan!”

“Bro chill. She will just think that I was joking. I’m pretty sure that she didn’t even take it seriously. No way she will understand that you like her.”

“I don’t like her…” My world broke down but I kept listening.

“I love her.” My eyes popped. This was even more shocking.

“Love is a strong word brother. Are you sure that it’s love?”

“I mean… I never felt like this before. I feel extremely sad when I don’t see her. My feelings for her gets stronger and stronger everyday.” I had heard enough. I couldn’t risk getting caught so I rushed down as quiet as I can. I sat back at the black sofa where I was already sitting before. I heard the door open. Shannon was the first to get out.

“It was nice meeting you y/n but I need to go.” He winked as he was opening the door.

“It was nice meeting you too Shannon.” I smiled. He smiled back before he closed the door. I’m pretty sure he didn’t need to go but he just wanted to leave us alone.

“So I guess now you want to hear me sing.” 

“I want to talk to you Jared.” He seemed worried now. 

“Yeah, of course.” He sat next to me.

We were so close. We didn’t say anything for about a minute before I broke the silence.

“Jared you know. If you want to tell me something, do it.” He didn’t get what I meant first but then…

“Oh shit. You heard us didn’t you. Look, If you don’t feel the same it’s not impo-” I didn’t let him finish his words and with a reflex, I pressed my lips on his. His eyes popped open before closing them and he started kissing me harder. He was holding my face while I was moving my hands on his muscled back.

“I…Love…You…Too” I was trying to talk between every kiss. Things were getting hot. I slipped my hand into his shirt feeling his abs as he was leaving kisses on my neck. He held my hand as he brought me to the bedroom which was always going to have a place in my mind.

“You make me happy y/n.”

“I feel complete when I’m with you Jared…”


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I wrote this on March 1, 2012…

“When you opened the eyes for the first time, a woman, very proud of you, deeply smiled and cried because you had come to the world. In this world, victories, failures, love, hate, anger, and everything you can imagine. Before you were born God had a purpose in his life so great, but so great, you had no idea, is not it? You can not imagine that something so grand and amazing would happen to you after a few years. The exactly eighteen years ago, you were born, bringing with you a contagious joy that could make anyone smile when I was sad. I know, I know your childhood was not one of the best and how we all, you also went through their problems. The separation of their parents was one of them, you were so tiny, did not quite understand things, but after a while I missed that relationship “Mom and Dad together.” I know this all hurt, but you managed to survive with he had and fought hard for everything. His mother was always by his side, no matter what there, his grandparents loved you so much and love you more today! Do you know why? Because you are a winner! Yes, Justin, you are a winner. God has given you obstacles, difficult paths, stones and more stones in your road of life … But he was sure of one thing: That you never back down. Everyone cheered a lot for you from the beginning, today, are seeing how much it’s worth fighting for so long, how much it was worth chasing truth, how much worth the wait. And I repeat again: You thought someday I’d be where you are? I think no one thought … but you did, little prince. Today, it is no longer so little and that’s why I’m here writing to you. You grew up, my angel and now no return! The responsibilities are greater, his view on things were different and everything will change, or just about almost everything. I know you are not alone, there are many good people on your side, who can protect you, welcome you when you need it most. I would like to thank his mother, Pattie, for being so strong when everything seemed to go so badly. Thank Scooter, to have found you and have not missed beaten, knowing that there, in that little boy, there was a great man. Thank all the people who insisted to the success came. I’m really grateful for all the good that is happening to you, and I know you know how to manage it all in stride. I wanted to say that this time, I am crying to say I’m very proud of you. Say that without you in my life today, I would have dreams and not believe them as I believe. I’m sure I’m one of the people who love you in this whole damn world. You have created a large family, Justin. 17 billion girls and boys are united because of you. Are you aware of what is it? 17 billion people? It’s so big… and you did it, by yourself. Sometimes I wanted to be in your body to see how it feels you feel, knowing that so many people love you and admire you. And suddenly you see yourself in this world, in an amazing world in which God has given you. God has given you a great gift and you use ta knowing perfectly. Justin, I wanted to wish you all the best, that every second of your life is unique for you, you know all enjoy a healthy, cheerful and happy way. You can enjoy the finer things in life. I ask God to take care of your steps, you’re free from harm’s way and take good care of you. Today, you complete another year of life today is his 18th birthday and this give me a pang … know that that little boy that I met 14 years, is now a man. I love you so much and I will still be able to realize my dream to look into your eyes and say how important you are to me. You are my life, Justin Drew Bieber. Happy Birthday for you”


Wow. Ok. Now I can’t even breath. I was younger so sorry for the mistakes lol btw… I don’t know exactly what to say because like… I’m still here through all over these years and I’m so proud of him like SO SO SO SO proud and I never know what I would do if I haven’t met him. I mean, not in person but you know… I believe that my turn will come someday, who knows. 


Justin Bieber, I’m here to wish you happy birthday and to tell you that I love you so much, you’re the best person in the world and I’m so proud of you. Look what we done, boo… just take a look. We are proud of each others. I’m sure. So… have an amazing day and enjoy your birthday, sweetheart. 

                          We all love you so much. Never forget!

The starry nights

A/N: Alternatively, 6.1K of Nursey being a space nerd and Dex just being a nerd. Alternatively, Dex calling Nursey strange nicknames. Take your pick.


Derek Nurse, at heart, was a romantic. And like many romantics who came before him, he found inspiration in the beautiful, the universal, the unexplained, the unexplored. For many, that had been the western frontier, Alaska, the forest, the ocean, the human condition, etc., etc. For Robert Frost, it was the road not taken. For Walt Whitman, it was grass. Whitman could have just crouched in his backyard and figured out grass in less than like 80 billion pages, but whatever, he was living life his way. Kudos to Whitman.

Anyway, Nursey’s muse resided not under the floorboards or atop the mountains, but in the night sky, that horrible, captivating expanse that spread out above him when the day was finished, made of darkness but home to so much light. Nothing else made him feel simultaneously alone and as though he had everywhere to belong, as though he were a small part of something bigger. It greeted him with a welcoming indifference he both feared and relished.

Nursey could remember the first time he’d seen the stars. Manhattan wasn’t exactly a stargazing destination. He’d of course seen them before on television and in art and the like, and he knew that he couldn’t see them in real life because of light pollution, but he hadn’t actually believed there could possibly be that many out there. He’d thought it was all an exaggeration.  

Until his parents had taken him along to a remote beach in Belize when he was about eight. They’d flown in late. It was dark, and they were all tired from travelling, but it wasn’t quite time for bed. His parents suggested going for a walk on the beach. He’d sat in the living room chair, playing on his Nintendo DS as his parents searched for flashlights and changed their clothes and found their sandals. As they were about to walk out the door, they called back to him.

“Derek, are you ready?” His mother asked.

He paused his game. “For what?” he asked back.

“To go for a walk, silly.”

Derek was amazed. His nanny had already shut herself in her bedroom. This was the first time in his recent memory he would go somewhere with his parents without her. “Just a minute,” he’d told his mother. He ran to his bedroom and tore through his suitcase to find his shoes.

The sun had set hours ago. Derek stepped from the boardwalk onto the sand, soft and slippery and warm from the sun. It felt like satin between his toes.

Derek saw a crab, white in the light of his flashlight, and took off like a shot, pouncing. His hand came up, of course, empty, but he felt no loss. There was another crab about three feet off, and about five more after that. He found a sea turtle’s nest of eggs in the sand under a set of stairs down the beach. He heard the croak of a frog from a tussock of rush, but couldn’t see it. He was digging through the greenery, letting his hands follow the frog’s call, when there was an explosion behind him.

The sky was illuminated a brilliant blue when Derek sat back, but the firework wasn’t what kept his attention. He couldn’t look away from the stars. There were so many. In New York, the sky was completely black, a plain backdrop for the city, but here, it was filled with stars, as though someone had spilled jar upon jar of them across the heavens. And the harder he stared into the darkness, the more stars he could see. The Milky Way cut through the chaos. He wished he could fly up and swim in it.

Derek stayed there, lying on his back in the sand long after the fireworks ended, until his parents finished their walk and found him on their way back. Derek had been focusing on a particularly bright arrangement of stars, studying how they’d moved since he’d studied them last, when his view was interrupted by his mother’s face. She bent over him, smiling benevolently, her hijab waving in the breeze.

“Derek, what are you doing?” She asked.

“Umi, are there always this many stars?”

“Yes, there are.” She held out her hand to help him stand. She gripped his shoulder and roughly brushed off his back. “Look at all the sand on you.”

“Is there any way we can see them in the city?”

“Don’t think so. It’s too bright.” His father answered.

His mother let go of him when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket. She turned to her husband. “Jason just emailed me. He says he wants to meet for breakfast tomorrow to discuss budget while we’re in the same area.”

“Does that man not understand how to call?”

“Apparently he wants to talk in person.”

“We should head back then. Sounds like you’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

All but forgotten, Derek wandered along behind them. In the weeks after they returned home, he would drag his nanny across the city, searching for a glimpse of the stars, an interruption in the black. Finding none, his nanny – and he felt bad that he couldn’t remember which one it’d been – would help him paste glow-in-the-dark stickers to his bedroom ceiling, directed by him and an astronomy book, so the constellations were in the right places. He took out every star book in the library and went to the observatory a few blocks from his brownstone more times than he could count. His favorite movie became 2001: A Space Odyssey. He visited space in his dreams and longed for the day he could see it again in reality.

Then he grew up and moved to Massachusetts.

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I just didn’t want to be alone (Sherlock)

Paring: Sherlock/Reader

Characters: John Watson, Nathaniel Cooper (AU character)

Language: English

Words: 2 619

Summary: Sherlock’s being the best man yet again but this time it’s the wedding of girl he truly loves. But will he be able to stop the wedding before it’s too late?

Everything was so quiet, that anyone could have become mad really easily. A sudden noise catches my attention. To be honest anything could at this moment. Normally I wouldn’t even think about getting up from my warn place on my sofa, but this time it’s different. It’s been so long since I laid my hands on a case, so just thought of that changing makes me all excited all over.

After just few seconds, I’m totally able to recognise what kind of noise this is. It’s not a doorbell which means, that the potential client must have my number or I’m getting a call directly from police which wouldn’t surprise me at all. They weren’t able to solve any case without my help. It’s nerve-wracking just to think how this city could look without me. London would be in serious danger if I didn’t step in, with the help from John of course, and save the day.

I haven’t expected to receive a call from John to be honest. He never calls me if it isn’t madly important. In fact he calls me only in matter of life. I answer immediately.

“John,” I say quickly, “what’s wrong?”

“Hello to you too, Sherlock,” he laughs. What? “Nothing’s wrong. Wait, should it be?”

“If nothing wrong, why are you calling me?” I’m confused.

“That’s what friends do, remember? They check on each other.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I sign. So there’s no new case? Amazing.

“So, how’s life been?” he asks. Gosh, that’s just the most boring question to begin with.

“Pretty boring, why are you asking?”

“Just because.”

“John Watson, do not dare to worry about me,” I say strictly, but John laughs anyway.

“Then I guess you won’t open the door for me, will you?” he asks and I roll my eyes. Typical John.

“Oh for god’s sake, John,” I mumble and reach the door, so I could let that idiot in. The door opens and I receive a small smile from my friend John, who’s still holding his phone directly by his ear like he’s planning on talking with me thought it still. But what shocks me massively is his sister (Y/N) staying by his side with huge smile on her face. “(Y/N)?”

“Sherlock, hi!” she greats me loudly and basically jumps around my neck to this very close hug. I hesitantly place my hand on her back and bring her closer to me. Even though I don’t want John to see, I smile.

(Y/N) was Johns and mine roommate for some time. It all happened one day, when John mentioned her to me for the first time. He never spoked about his other sister, so I never figured he had one. It was the day she came to Baker Street for the first time, when I even knew she existed. I could see this tension that was between us that created the moment we first spoked to each other. With her moving in, I couldn’t focus on my cases. She annoyed the crap out on me. And when John moved out the flat, everything started to get even harder.

We became friends after few months of knowing each other. I acknowledged her personality and she did mine. And when John wasn’t able to help me, she became me new partner. Surprisingly, everything started to get weird between us yet again, but this time it was because we spent too much time together.

“I have some news I have to tell you, Sherlock,” she interrupts the embrace between us and steps into my apartment. Oh god, it’s so empty here after she left.

(Y/N) and John sit on the couch and I decide to sit in my armchair. John’s still smiling, which is making me very nervous. I can sense that what’s about to came from (Y/N)’s mouth isn’t going to be nice.

“So?” I raise my eyebrows at her. “I assume John already knows the great news, so please, let me catch up.”

“I’m getting married.”

“What?” I feel my heart stop.

“Nate proposed to me and I said yes,” she says with a little smile, “so we’re getting married. And since you already were John’s best man, I hoped you would be mine as well.”

I can’t understand, why I feel like my word just stopped after what she said. For a seconds I even though that my heart was about to shatter into billion pieces. What kind of feeling was this? I’ve never felt this miserable in my entire life and the thing was I should be happy for her. She was one of my closes friends after all. Isn’t it horrible from me that her joy doesn’t apply on me as well?

“Sherlock?” I hear Johns voice.

“Yeah?” I look at him.

“You blanked for a minute, are you okay?” he ask worriedly.

“Um, yeah… sure,” I begin to stumble over words. “Excuse me for a minute,” I get up from my chair and without looking over at (Y/N) I run into my bedroom, closing the door behind me rapidly.

John walks in uninvited, but he doesn’t seem to care. I’m sitting on my bed trying to understand the mess in my head, but it’s like my mind palace doesn’t work. John gives me concern look as he sits next to me. We don’t speak for couple of seconds that seems to be long minutes of painful silence. Even though it was him, who came to me, I prepare myself to speak.

“How long have you known?” I ask calmly.

“Few day,” he answers and I look at him quite in shock that he’d known for so long without telling me. “I’d tell you, but (Y/N) wanted to do it herself.”

“Sounds like something she’d do,” I mumble.

“What’s the problem, Sherlock?” He asks.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your question, John,” I replay confusedly.

“My sister just asked you if you want to be her best man and you ran away! Don’t tell me it’s nothing, because it’s clearly something.”

“I don’t understand this sudden feeling I have,” I say silently to John, so nobody else could possibly hear.

“Maybe you could describe it,” with that said I look at him. “How do you feel, Sherlock? Is it happiness?”

“Definitely not,” I answer so quickly that I shock myself. “It’s like this psychical pain that I’ve yet never felt before. It happens only with her though, John. Only with (Y/N).”

“Oh, Sherlock,” he smiles at me. “You’re in love with my sister.”

“No,” I shake my head, “I’m not.”

“How could you possibly know that you’re not indeed in love with her?” I hated when John was right and he was right at this very moment too. “I’m going to be completely honest with you here, Sherlock, okay? When I used to live with you and my sister, there was always this weird tension between the two of you. I never said anything of course, but I noticed the way you looked at her. During the time your looks at her became more intense.”

“Alright, so… how can I get rid of this feeling?”

“You can’t.”

“But I have to, John. I can’t afford to be in love with her. She’s getting married to Nate, remember? What kind of friend would this make me, if I kept this feeling toward her?”

“You really love her,” he points out and I stand up from my bed. “I won’t lie to you, Sherlock; I want the best for my little sister. I’ve always took care of her and that’s why I waited so long before I introduced you two. You can be really difficult sometimes.”

“What’s your point, Watson?”

“I’m saying that you should be her best man and attend her wedding, Sherlock. She wants you there.”

“Do you realize how painful it’s going to be for me to watch her leave me forever?”

“All I’m saying is that you should attend the wedding, Sherlock. I’m not saying that you should what her leave. Maybe you can do something to stop the wedding.”

“John,” I shake my head, “how could I do that to her? She obviously loves that stupid guy she’s about to marry.”

“Maybe, but you can’t deny that she also feels something toward you.”

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Three months flew way too quickly and (Y/N) was already around the corner. I won’t lie to you, I thought so many times about ditching the ceremony. I didn’t want to go and see her in her beautiful wedding dress standing next to her fiancé ready to tie her life among his. But John was right about one thing. If I don’t at least try to express myself to her, I will regret not doing it.

“You look amazing,” I smile at (Y/N), who’s looking at herself in the mirror. Her clearly white dress is already on and there’s only few moment toward the ceremony.

“Sherlock,” she smiles back at me. I step toward her and meet her at the middle, because she went to me as well. I hug me tightly, enjoying every second of that hug.

“You’re shaking,” I point out, “nervous?”

“Kind of,” she nods. “It’s just that I feel that everyone will be staring at me. You know how much I hate to be in centre of attention.”

“You bet everyone will be staring at you, you look beautiful, (Y/N).”

“Is that a compliment, Sherlock?” she sounds surprised. “It’s the first compliment I’ve ever heard from you.”

“Well,” I scratch the back of my neck, “it’s your wedding day, isn’t it? Since I’m your best man, I should bring the best out of you. Get rid of this self-consciousness you’re feeling.”

“Thanks then,” she winks at me. “Hey, can I ask you something; friend to friend?”

“Yeah, sure,” I try my best not to sound hurt after her words. I most definitely didn’t want to be her friend and I was sure that after this wedding, I will never see her again. I wanted to leave our past behind and move on, because living like this wasn’t something I enjoyed. I’ve felt weak and I’ve couldn’t even think straight. “Something’s wrong, right?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t know how to say it, so I’m just going to say it, okay?” I nod. It’s not like I could prepare myself for what’s coming. “What do you think of Nate? Be honest, please.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N). I think that you look great together.”

“Everybody’s saying that, but I’m not so sure all of the sudden. Something telling me that I’m doing huge mistake by marring him today.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know if I still love him the way I used to.”

Seeing her so sad was horrible, but I can’t help but to be at least little bit happy because of what she said. It gave me hope and I needed hope. I smile at her and touch her shoulder. Few tears stream down her face and I catch them immediately.

“This isn’t really up to me, (Y/N), and I wish I could help you some way, but I can’t,” I say to her. And I also can’t say anything about my feelings towards her right now, because she wouldn’t handle it. I guess she will never know how I truly feel about her. “I just know you will do the right choice.”

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I should have said how I feel to her when I had the chance. Now it was too late. (Y/N) was walking down the alley looking extremely beautiful and I wish I was waiting for her at the altar. It was Nate though and I knew that I’ve lost her forever.

“Sherlock,” John says my name and I look at him. We shouldn’t be talking right know, but the music’s too loud that no one will hear us. “Did you tell her?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I couldn’t ruin her day, John. Besides, I don’t deserve her. You’ve always look after her and her being with me; you would fail in keeping her save. She would never be safe, there’s always so much danger around me. This is better for her, John.”

“Sherlock.”

“Ssh, the bride is coming,” I say with tears in my eyes.

Few first words I’m not really paying attention to. I’m only able to look at (Y/N) and wish I would act differently in that time we had been living together. I mean I had so much time to realize how I feel towards her. She was alone for a long time before Nate came in the picture.

“She just didn’t want to be alone,” John whispers towards me, “that’s why she’s marring Nate.”

“She told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you, Nathaniel Cooper take (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) as your wife?

“Yes.”

“Do you, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) take Nathaniel Cooper as your husband?”

I can sense that something’s not going right. (Y/N) doesn’t answer right away. Instead she looks behind her shoulder to the crowd of people. She looks exactly at me. Maybe this was the last chance I have. Maybe I should say something now, so she knew how I feel. To be honest I should’ve nodded to make her know she’s not doing stupid decision, but she was doing one. Nathaniel wasn’t the one for her. I know that now. Even she doesn’t want to be alone, she doesn’t have to marry to some random guy she doesn’t even love anymore. John touches my hand and I look at him for a second. He nods at me.

“I love you,” I whisper silently. (Y/N) doesn’t hear me, but her eyes widen as if she read from my lips and everything clipped for her.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?”

“Um, I-“ she gets stuck on her words. “I’m sorry; Nate, but I can’t marry you. I’m so sorry.”

I watch her run away. Everyone begins talking right the second she ran away. I don’t need John to tell me it’s my time to get the girl of my dreams. I get out of my seat and run through the alley to catch (Y/N). I find her sitting on the stairs of this chapel. I sit next to her. She places her head on my shoulder.

“I just didn’t want to be alone, Sherlock.”

“I know,” I whisper. She looks at me confusedly. “John told me.”

“Back in the chapel,” her voice shakes a bit, “why didn’t you stop me from going though that alley the moment we were alone?”

“Because I don’t deserve you, (Y/N) and I know you would never been happy with me. Thing is; I’m a selfish man that doesn’t deserve a girl like you. You’re the most caring and most loving person I’ve ever known. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“How could I really be happy, if I was doing the greatest mistake of my entire life? Marring the wrong man when in reality I love somebody else?”

“See? You will be happy again with that man, (Y/N), because I’m sure he’s not stupid enough to not see how amazing you are.”

“You don’t understand, do you?”

“Huh?”

“I love you, Sherlock. It has always been you and being with Nate was just so I forgot about you. Because I’ve thought you would never love someone so ordinary like me.”

“(Y/N), you’re not ordinary and I do love you.”

With that I end the little space between us and finally kiss the girl I’ve never thought she would like me back.

“I know that now,” she smiles and I smile back at her with tears in my eyes. “And maybe at the next wedding I’ll attend you won’t be my best man, but the man I’m marring.”

Can You Draw Me One?

Heyo!

Summary: Phil only had one small part of clear skin left - amongst sea of black ink he had left a spot unmarked because he wanted a tattoo that would mean something, he didn’t want another album artwork or interesting picture, and after he finds Dan’s drawings he knows exactly what he’s going to do. (punk!Phil and pastel!Dan) Phan.

Word count: 1551

So this is #2 of my Shamchat Oneshots and this time it’s Phan :)

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“Hey Dan?” Phil called from his room.

Dan glanced at the hallway, as if he could magically teleport there without having to move. He sighed and got up.

“Yea?”

Phil was sitting crosslegged on his bed, looking at a bunch of paper scattered out across the green-and-blue bedspread.

Phil was wearing plain black singlet that showed off his sleeve tattoos and black skinny jeans. Dan thought it was too unfair to live with someone as hot as Phil. It was hard enough not melting at his morning voice, but he also had a tendency to walk around shirtless and holy fuck that was not fair.

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Hanbin + angst with a happy ending pleasee ~

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Hanbin brushed his hands through my hair, and gave me the most heartwarming smile.  His eyes holding every emotion that he felt; happiness, excitement, fear, but most importantly LOVE. He slowly bent down to kiss me as I began to lift myself to kiss him as well. Almost as if we were in slow motion, our lips came closer.

Ringgggggggggg!

My alarm rang out, causing my puckered lips to kiss my bed room floor. Angry with my reality, I got up from the floor, but not without cursing cupid for my nonexistent love life. I actually shouldn’t call it nonexistent, more like one sided. You see I have been in love with the same guy for five years now, and no matter how much I show it, he does not seem to get it.

I met Hanbin when I began working as a stylist at the company; I ended up being IKON’s personal stylist. It was a good gig, most of the guys were older than me well except Chanwoo (I beat him by ten months). I stopped working at the company after a year; I decided that I was meant to designer. I kept in touch with the guys after I left, and we have been friends ever since. Hanbin and I were epically close, we both tended to work hard and let work devour our life’s. That was actually the biggest reason I fell for him; he was truly a person that believed that nothing was impossible if you put your mind and heart to it.  Beep

Hey _____, do you have time for lunch today I have something I really need to tell you.

-Biny

My heart stopped as I read the text. Billions of thoughts began going through my head: “What could he possibly want to tell me?”, “Is he going to confess his undying love for me?”

Throughout the day all I could think about was having lunch with Hanbin. I couldn’t focus on my designs for my new sports wear collection, instead I sketched a cartoon of Hanbin confessing to me. I got really pampered up today; I didn’t tend to wear much makeup, but I did my best to with the makeup skills I had. I even bought a new sweater dress; a perfect way to be date ready, but not seem crazy.

We decided to meet at my favorite burger place. No matter how busy I am, I prefer to cook for myself; I don’t believe I should spend money on things I can make for myself, well except burgers and pizza.

“_____! Here.”, Hanbin called as I came through the door. He looked so handsome to me, despite that fact that he was only wearing a baseball cap, faded rip jeans, and a simple sweater. I instantly became self-conscious, thinking of all the effort I have to put in just to even feel pretty enough to stand next to him.

“Hey!”, I said as I walked towards the booth he had chosen. We greeted one another and sat down.

“Are you practicing for Seoul Fashion Week or something?”, Hanbin asked.

“Whaaaat?”, I said back.

“It’s just that you are so glammed up today.”

“I had a huge meeting today.”

“Must have been huge”.

The beginning of the lunch consisted of us catching up on each other’s life, since we haven’t talked in two days.

“So what did you want to tell me?”, I asked

“Well it’s more like I have something to ask you.”, Hanbin answered back.

O Boy! I screamed in my head.

“There is this girl I really like, and I wanted to know if you can give me advice on asking her out.”, Hanbin said. I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face.

“What makes you think I know how to ask out anyone? We have the same amount of dating experience; none.”, I said back,

“I have a feeling you would know how she would love to be asked out.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Well, she is beautiful, she has a killer smile, she loves animals, she thinks of her work as her life, she is selfless, an amazing cook, silly, and the cutest thing when she gets angry. I hate seeing her sad, and would spend all my time with her if I could.”

My face began to hurt from all my smiling.

“Okay, you seem to really like this girl. I’ll help me out, but only if tell me her name.”

“Well it’s…”

Say me! Say me! I shouted in my head.

“It’s Hani”

“Wait I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say Hani? Like my best friend since diaper Hani? My ride or die Hani?”

He couldn’t have. No!

“No you heard right.”, he said with the biggest smile.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to scream, and tell him that he is a jerk. I wanted to know how a person can be so oblivious to ask a girl that is obviously in love with him, to help him get her best friend.

“Wow that’s great you guys would make an amazing couple!”. I said.

“I think so to.” He said back.

I wanted to punch him, and go home to watch Drama World while I cried eating Ben & Jerry. Instead I told him Hani’s dream date proposal.

On my way home I thought about how Hanbin fell for Hani. I began to think of what he said. Hani is beautiful, her smile is killer she is a model after all. Her job did mean the world to her. Everything he said about Hani is true except, she isn’t selfless; she believes you should never do something where you do not benefit, she is terrified of animals, she can’t cook (she burns water). We were similar and so different at the same time, that’s why she was my other half. I pushed her to show her sweet side, and she pushed me to be mean and not let others need over ride mine. The fact that she just happens to be the girl Hanbin likes sucks. We never had the same interests in guys, so we never talked about what we would do if we liked the same guy. To be honest I already decided that if Hani feels the same way about Hanbin, I would let my feeling for him go. She is my best friend, and I would never let anything break us apart, not even Biny.

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I would love, love, LOVE to read any headcanons about Newt and a much shorter witch girlfriend / fiance / wifey. (Also, your list of Newt head-canons were BEAUTIFUL.)

I love your writing 😫️👌🏼 and just wanted to ask if you could write a Newt Scamander x very short reader? That would be amazing! Thank you!

Warnings: none.


  • Newt gently pecking the top of your head;
    • no but like there’s several scenarios for this, hear me out;
    • you have the ‘I’m proud of you’ one;
    • the ‘Merlin’s beard, you’re cute when you do that’ one;
    • the ‘I’m worried for you’ one, usually followed by him gently encasing your face with his hands and tugging you closer for a kiss on the lips;
    • the ‘I’m not really listening because I’m thinking of the Murtlap that escaped again but you know I agree with you anyway’ one;
    • and the ‘I just wanted to be close to you’ one;
  • He would totally get you the stuff from the higher shelves;
    • although he’d highkey enjoy seeing you struggle with your tiny self before going to fetch a chair or to call for him;
  • Tickle wars;
    • full-blown wars during the days you both have off;
    • 100% guaranteed to cheer the both of you up;
    • you’d take this to childish extreme lengths;
    • when he’d catch you, he’d have that infamous fricking half-smile / giggle plastered all over his smug face;
    • when it’s his turn to be tickled, however, his laugh would resonate from his chest in hearty flashes, his voice booming around the walls until he’d be reduced to a gasping, wheezing, grinning, red-faced mess;
  • Wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you close and hugging you from behind;
    • also in these moments he’d definitely place his chin atop of your head;
    • if he had a bad day, you could tell because he’d sigh and you’d run your hands through his soft hair, since it always calms him down;
  • Raising on your tippy toes to ruffle his hair;
    • and!! newt grabbing your hands in the last moment and entangling your fingers together, leaning down to peck your lips;
  • Him bending down to kiss you;
    • or you raising to his height;
    • or you meeting halfway yes;
    • even better, him picking you up and spinning you around as he kisses you;
  • You wearing his stuff has become normality for you lot;
    • there’s also these times when you’re feeling particularly cheeky and you’d wear, say, his shirt (and nothing underneath, since the shirt would reach your upper thigh);
    • him being entranced in his work before seeing you;
    • then going ‘mmm, I was planning on wearing that tomorrow. I might want his one back’;
    • and then you’d be like ‘I can make you certain of your desire to have it back’;
    • I didn’t know that was the point of you taking my clothes
    • ‘well, how about this: I’m not wearing anything underneath this’ you’d say, going behind his chair and leaning over to whisper in his ear;
    • he’d blush like crazy, smile and release a weak ecstatic giggle;
  • Your aesthetic is holding hands;
    • your tiny hand fits perfectly in his larger one;
    • yet he’s always careful around you, as if he’d be afraid of breaking you;
    • not in any way that would make you feel weird, he’s just really precious;
  • When you’re in the kitchen together, maybe baking together, you’d work perfectly;
    • as you’re whisking / working on stuff on the counter, he’d be reaching over something on the wall-mounted cabinets;
    • or, even better, when you’re both looking for something, you’d look on the counters and cupboards and he’d browse the cabinets;
    • the two of you would pass each other billion times but you wouldn’t even notice because the vibe is so domestic and just zoinks the fluff;
  • This was a long-time coming, but spooning
    • he would love being the big spoon;
    • he’d totally tease you on the fact that you’re stealing the whole blanket in your sleep, though;
    • Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’re so tiny and you manage to bundle yourself up in all of that?
  • Teasingly trying to keep something from you- say, your quill or wand;
    • he’d just raise it really high and then laugh his arse off at your attempts of jumping up to get it back
    • when you’d eventually jokingly stomp your foot or involuntarily scrunch your nose / brows up, he’d just sort of go ‘Awww, you’re so adorable!’ and peck your nose;
  • He’s a real tease once he’s comfortable, that guy;
  • You falling asleep somewhere really out of the ordinary once;
    • say, a suitcase (not his magical once, a larger yet normal one, big enough for a human to fit in) or a cupboard;
    • and after frantically searching for you through the whole house, just when he’d go to get his coat off the hanger or from the case, he’d find you there;
    • his eyes puffy, throat blocked and clouded mind, he’d go ‘Oh, thank Paracelsus’, pick you up and carry you to the bedroom;
    • you’d unconsciously cuddle closer to him and his heart would just sort of flip from how utterly adorable you are;
    • he’d set you on the bed and tuck you in;
    • before leaving, he’d stare at you with a loving gaze and a fond smile, making sure to close the door behind him and thank everything and everyone he can think of for you being in his life;

A/N: I legit could not stop writing these, it’s crazy! Especially since I’m a tall person, myself. Oh, well. Tell me if you enjoyed and if you want more, or if you wanna get tagged or untagged. Just- communicate; let’s talk with and love each other since we’re all here for our unhealthily large adoration for this precious Cinnabun (and if i can improve my shitty writing in the process, that’s all for the better).

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My soulmate

Title: My soulmate

Words: 2408

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: language, soulmate AU

A/N: Okay so I’m really super nervous and scared about posting this and I’m praying to Chuck that you’ll like it!

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Do you remember that pitch black darkness that creeps around you when you turn off the light at night? The darkness that scares children and makes them believe that there’s a monster in your closet?

This was your reality, your everyday ever since you were born.

In this world, soulmates were the only thing people lived for. If you found your soulmate, you were complete, your life was worth something. If you didn’t… not so much. Many people were fortunate enough to meet one, but on the other side many people weren’t.

You were one of those people. And you were pretty sure that you’ll end up as one of those ‘losers’ or what lucky people liked to call them ‘lost souls’, they weren’t really lost, but no one cared about it. One of those who weren’t lucky enough to actually find the other half.

You wouldn’t really care if you were at least lucky enough to see in black and white. But in contrast to both of your brothers and your mother, you were blind, just like your dad. Maybe that is why you loved him so much.

He understood you and everything you had to go though. He went thought the same thing and since your mom died, he was your rock to lean on and a life leader. At least until he died trying to catch your mother’s killer.

Your brothers, Sam and Dean, saw in black and white as kids. Later, Sam found Jess, his soulmate, but she was killed in a fire. Dean, on the other side, was like you. He never found his soulmate and neither did he care.

Neither of the brothers knew that, but you were blaming yourself for what happened to Jess. You panicked when John didn’t call you and you were the one who convinced Dean and Sam to help you find him.

Needless to say that you felt really bad when you went to college and he didn’t because of you.

College was fun, but terrifying at first. This was the first time that you were actually alone, states away from people you knew. Being blind just made everything worse. You were like a scared mouse when you came there. Being bullied in since middle school because you were blind convinced you that the same will happen in college, that people are just mean to others.

Surprisingly, you quickly found a group of friends and no one made fun of you. Professors offered special hours for people like you, but never in 5 years you attended it. It’s not like you actually needed it. Studying never caused you any big problems.

And people you met there were amazing and smart. They inspired you and helped you become a better person. They helped you realize that you’re worth just as anyone else, not less.

And so you spent years away from your brothers, doing what Sam should. They called you every night and talked to you, cheering you up if you had a bad day. They tried really hard to give you what dad used to, but no matter how hard they tried, neither of them was John.

After finishing college, which was more luck than sense if you were honest, you moved in the Bunker with them.

You still missed all the hunts and couldn’t really help with the research, but at least you had a job now and you were actually able to help.

“Y/N, honey, can you come into the library for a minute?” Dean called loudly.

“I’m blind, Dean, not deaf.” you called back, carefully making your way to the library.

You heard Dean smirk at your answer just when you entered the library. Sam helped you find a seat even though you told him that you don’t need his help. You knew that he doesn’t understand what it means to be blind, but even though you couldn’t help but raise your voice.

“Are you on your period or what?” Sam tried to lighten up the mood, cheer you up.

“Say that again and you’ll bleed for a week like I do every month.” you snapped back, crossing arms over your chest.

Both brothers sighed. If you fell into a bad mood, there wasn’t a living, breathing creature that could make you laugh. Stubborn as you were, you could just ignore them for a week for no reason. Dean saw your mother in you and he often told you that you’re just like she was.

“Okay, so what’s up?” you asked, looking at where you guessed that the brothers will be.

“We told you about Cas, right?” Dean started calmly.

“Your boyfriend? Yeah, just about a billion times, why?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

You couldn’t see the annoyance on Dean’s face and how Sam tried to stiff his laugh, not really successfully if you were honest.

“Yes that Cas.” Sam answered, still holding back the laugh.

“He’ll come here next week. He’s got nowhere to stay, so Sam and I told him that he can stay here. I hope that’s okay with you?” Dean was still careful, the last thing he wanted was you teasing him and Castiel.

“Awww Deano is moving in with his bae.” you laughed and nodded a second later. “I’m fine with it.”

You heard a sigh of relief from both brothers, which made you smile. You were hard on them sometimes and sometimes you were just annoying. But you loved them more than anything.

“Okay, he’ll get a room next to yours. But don’t worry at all, he’s quiet.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re the only one that can make him scream?” You teased again and you could only imagine the expression on Dean’s face.

“Shut up, ” he mumbled angrily.

“Is what you said to Cas when Sam was in the room.”

“Ewww, Y/N!” Sam groaned. “I won’t be able to sleep now.”

You laughed and shook your head lightly.

You’ve heard about Castiel, the angel of the lord, for a million times. He saved your brothers and he helped them fix mistakes. Also, he was the one who made all angels fall and the one who fixed it. From what you heard, he was a special guy.

Dean was usually the one who talked about him a lot. You teased Dean about it, but really you knew that Castiel is Dean’s only friend next to Sam and you.

While you were in college it made you happy that they had an angel by their side. You felt calmer, knowing that there’s an angel watching over them and making sure that in the end they’ll be alright.

Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of wings in the room.

“Gabe!” You exclaimed, and a smile grew bigger on your face.

“There’s my favourite human! And her brothers.”

Gabriel walked to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You hugged him back even tighter.

“I missed you.” you mumbled against his chest and you felt him smile against your hair.

“Missed you too, kiddo!”

Gabriel and you met while you were at college. Sam and Dean decided to pay you a visit and he appeared next to you. After that he visited you at least once a week, taking you out for an ice cream or coffee. He was your best friend despite the fact that your brothers didn’t really like him.

“You had to come again?” Dean groaned in annoyance.

“Your sister don’t seem to mind, Winchester.” Gabriel winked at him, before turning back to you. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, but I just popped in to bring you chocolate. I’m really busy in the next few weeks. But I’m sure that Cassie will keep you entertained when he comes.”

“Okay.” you mumbled. “Thanks, Gabe.”

You felt him nod before he pushed your favourite chocolate in your hand, kissed your cheek and disappeared again.

Okay, maybe there was someone who could make you happy if you were down.

“Isn’t he the best?” you squealed and blushed lightly after Gabriel was gone.

“I don’t like him.” Dean said angrily. “I bet you’ll like Cas way more.”

You overheard Dean’s sassy comment, he never liked when Gabriel visited you. Sam on the other side pretended that he didn’t care, but he was even more annoyed than Dean sometimes.

“Sam I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you apologised when Sam came to wish you goodnight.

“What do you want?” Sam asked in a teasing tone.

“Why would you…? Okay, can you tell me a story how you and Jess met? And I’m seriously sorry. I was being a dick.”

Sam shook his head and laughed.

“You’ve heard this story a billion times, Y/N. But okay, just because you are my favourite sister.”

You moved, letting Sam sit next to you. You loved this story and Sam really knew how to tell it.

“It was March, one of those really rainy days, I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach, like something big is about to happen. I was late for one of my classes and I couldn’t find my umbrella, so I was running through whole campus, hoping that I won’t end up soaked wet. It was freezing outside and I just wanted to be inside soon…”

5.3.2002

Sam was running through campus, probably the only one without an umbrella. He tried to avoid people, but even though he bumped into one every now and then.

It was freezing and for a moment he thought that he should return back to his apartment. But quickly this thought was replaced by his father’s words. He shook his head, forgetting about the earlier thought.

He needed to finish this, to prove to John and Dean that he can live a normal life.

A second after he thought of his father, he felt his body bumping into something and the next second he was on the floor.

“Shit.” he mumbled to himself right before he saw a blond girl, also on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching.” he apologised and realized that she was also blind. “I’m really sorry.” he apologised again.

A girl was beautiful and suddenly he felt a need to be with her. He wanted to be next to her and protect her from anything evil. He felt like he should be the one to make her happy and safe.

“It’s okay. This happens. Are you late?” she asked with a voice Sam would never get bored of.

“Yeah…” he chuckled. “Here, let me help you.”

Girl extended her hand towards Sam…

“And when our hands touched I started seeing colours. They just started popping. I should be amazed by that, but seeing the expression on her face… That’s when I fell in love. I wish I could see her again…”

You smiled to yourself. They were a perfect match and if you could wish for one thing, you’d wish for her to come back. Sam needed her and you knew that even after all this years he still missed her everyday.

“You will.” you promised. “In heaven.”

Next week went by quickly.

In the morning, boys drove you to your job and picked you up at 5. It was the last week of your work as well and you knew that you’re going to miss it. It kept you busy for 8 hours a day and just thinking about what you’ll do with the extra 8 hours of your day made you feel stressed.

On the other side you were kind of happy that you’ll have more time to spend with your brothers and your soon-to-be roommate Castiel.

You were excited to meet this weird angel and there was a feeling, deep inside you, that he’ll play an important role in your life. But being silly as you usually were that was probably just because you were excited about a new roommate.

Sam and Dean talked about him a lot. They were even more excited about this than you were. It practically meant that they had an angel help right next to them all the time and that would probably make things much easier.

“Y/N!” Dean called loudly. “Cas came, we’re in the library.”

You smiled to yourself and slowly walked there to meet Castiel.

“Y/N…” you heard deep, husky voice on your left. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You turned to where you expected Castiel to be and smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Castiel!”

You extended your arm to shake his hand. Castiel slid his hand in yours, smiling politely and shaking it lightly. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to meeting new people.

But when your fingers touched, when his hand gently slid into yours, something you never thought would happen, happened.

Figures started forming in front of you, at first just shadows, but quickly your eyes started forming figures and after a few seconds you saw everything clearly.

You stared at a man in front of you, not quite aware of what’s happening. You felt like your brains are shutting down and you were pretty sure that you’re about to throw your breakfast out. At the same time there was kind of happy feeling in your stomach.

“Y/N!” you heard Dean’s and Sam’s voices in the background.

For a second you turned to your brothers, immediately recognizing who is who but after a quick glance you turned back to Castiel, your soulmate.

He was still smiling, but not in a ‘I can see colours’ way. His smile seemed polite and you sensed worry in his eyes.

“Do you…” your voice quickly faded away.

“Do I what?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Suddenly that small feeling of happiness was gone. You felt like puking and your vision got blurry for a second.

How can he not know what you’re talking about? He’s your soulmate. You have to be his, he has to see colours. It’s the law of nature. You two are meant to be together. Every book, movie, every living creature is talking about this. It can’t be wrong. God doesn’t make mistakes, does he?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked again. He was worried and Sam was too.

“Hm? Yeah, I just need some air.” With those words you walked out, tears forming in your eyes.

You needed to get away from here.

Is it possible that God made mistake? That you of all people are nobody’s soulmate?


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Always The Second Choice. (Luke Hemmings.)

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Prompt – Luke and you are dating, but you found out that he is only dating you to get closer to your sister.

Warning – To be honest, you may feel a little pissed off and insecure. Also, I chose a name for the sister because I did not want to put, Y/S/N. It just looked weird, but you can imagine the name to be what you want.

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Advice to those growing up ?

ON LIFE

  • The shit that stresses you out today won’t matter a year from now. Chill and enjoy.
  • No matter how heavy it feels like it, it is not the end of the world.
  • Just because everyone is doing it, doesn’t mean you should.
  • The value of your work is not determined by the amount of attention it gets or the likes, views, reblogs, followers it receives online.
  • Pause. Find time to pause. Whether you take a day in a week or a month to go out and just sit in a park reading a book, or have a diary to write in
  • The older you get, the more you’ll change. You’ll travel to different places, enjoy new food, discover new interests, change your fashion style, grow. So will your friends. Find people who will love you and accept you through all phases of your life. Gracefully let go of those who are holding you back.
  • Invest in the friendships that matter to you most.If you are the only one trying to keep a friendship alive, leave. It’s not worth it.
  • Breaking up with your best friend is worse than breaking up with a boyfriend/girlfriend.
  • Remember to remain soft, sometimes. Volunteer for the elderly. Or soup kitchen. Or donate some of your clothes every year.
  • There are a billion people in the world and each one has different principles. The world will not always agree with you. Accept that, respect it. If it’s not hurting anyone, who cares?
  • Demand respect. If someone treats you like crap, don’t be afraid to call them out.
  • You will not always end up with your dream job. But you gotta start somewhere. Nothing is an instant masterpiece. Work your way up.
  • The internet is not everything. Take a break sometimes.
  • Be satisfied. You might not be able to have a spanking career (yet), or afford cool gadgets, or are still stuck in a tiny apartment. But you are getting there. Be happy for others whilst working on yourself.
  • Please help other people. Whether it’s opening the door for someone or offering to help an old person carry heavy shit or walk or get down from the train/cab/bus or giving your seat to someone who looks like they need it more than you.
  • Call people out on their BS. If you see someone getting picked on for their race, appearance, disability, gender, etc. please speak up. It probably means a huge deal to the person being picked on.
  • You don’t have to do it, but I like smiling to people when I’m out in the city shopping or something. I get weird looks because Scandinavians are not that friendly/social, but whatever. Do you if it feels good.
  • Don’t be cheap when it comes to giving people compliments. Someone at work did great? Say so. Someone on Facebook took a pretty selfie? Like it. Your mother-in-law have a nice jacket? Tell her. You don’t lose money giving away compliments lol.
  • Balance is key.
  • If you have a bad day and you find it difficult to be kind, chill. You represent yourself, not anybody else.
  • You will have bad days. This is okay. This is normal. IT WILL GET BETTER. I swear.

ON SEX AND LOVE AND DRUGS

  • Love yourself. It’s the only thing you won’t regret loving.
  • Explore your body when you are ready. Find out how to make yourself cum.
  • Don’t stay with someone who doesn’t give you cosmic orgasms.
  • Sometimes sex is important for people. Sometimes it’s not. Find out which suits you and respect other people’s choices.
  • A great advice I got about marriage/relationships is from @lesser-known-character: Learn to love each other’s flaws. Because you will never change.
  • Don’t send anyone nudes if it shows your face. No matter how much you love or trust. Just don’t.
  • If you are a girl, please don’t tolerate any guy’s sexist bullshit.
  • If you experiment with drugs for the first time, try to know what you’re getting into and have a friend be with you. You don’t know how you’ll react to drugs the first time and what kind of trip you’ll have.
  • For the love of jesus wear a condom.

HEALTH

  • Invest in a gym membership.
  • Discipline yourself to eat healthy. For reaaaaaaaal.
  • The sun and beach are your best friends.
  • If you need to lose weight or keep track of what you’re eating, download an app for calorie counting. It sounds stupid, but if you know what you’re putting in your mouth it’s easier to keep track of progress.
  • Walk/jog AT LEAST 3KM daily or every other day.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask your doctor crap if you wanna know something. They’re literally probably too tired and professional to care.
  • Take care of your haiiiir. If you’re going to color it or style it or whatever, give it some treatments. Coconut oil, eggs, and apple cider vinegar treatments are bomb. Also, don’t be afraid to experiment with how you look. Jealous of that bob cut but afraid you won’t rock it? Just chop your hair off. It’ll grow anyway!

HOW TO ADULT

  • The adult life is full of fucking unnecessary, stupid paperwork. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. If you don’t know about mortgage or investments or taxes, etc ask for help.
  • Growing up is more than just learning how to cook for yourself, unfortunately. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn some bomb-ass recipes. Cook for yourself alone on a Sunday evening or for friends on a chill get together.
  • Vote. Yes, it makes a difference.
  • Being an adult does not mean forgetting your inner child. Take yourself out on dates. Do things you enjoy - bowling, making a snowman, museums, watching cartoons.
  • Stay informed. 
  • Research. See something on the media? On your timeline? Research it.
  • Be careful what you say online. If you don’t like something, either unfollow or say it in a polite way. Don’t attack people personally no matter how much you disagree or get pissed.
  • Please do not be fucking hella late to shit. Don’t be that asshole that everyone knows and expects to be late and you just laugh it off like “Haha well you know me always late.” Seriously, that is rude as fuck. Respect other people’s time and patience.
  • Speaking of which, don’t be afraid to learn something new and not be amazing at it. Don’t be afraid to suck.
  • SECOND HAND STORES AND FLEA MARKETS ARE YES. Do you know how many treasures me and my friends here in Denmark found for super duper cheap? Just because something is used or something is cheap, doesn’t mean it sucks and doesn’t have value. Vintage chic, okay?
  • DO NOT PUT OFF CLEANING YOUR HOUSE OR DOING LAUNDRY SERIOUSLY. Set a schedule and DO IT.
  • Adopt a pet if you can afford it.
  • Leave a tip. If like here in Denmark and Philippines it is not customary or necessary to tip, still tip even just a little.
  • We are all born ignorant. And sometimes, WE are the toxic person, the mean person, the bully. Just because you didn’t know better before, doesn’t mean you can not grow. Better yourself. It’s never too late to change. You always have opportunity and room to improve.
  • TRAVEL. TRAVEL. TRAVEL.

TLDR;

No matter what, it’s okay. It’s okay. Nothing is real and nothing matters, but that doesn’t mean it’s all worthless because YOU decide to put meaning into things, YOU decide how your story goes. You’re doing good and alright, and you will get to where you need/want to be. Patience. Enjoy the journey.