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So this is what I spent my time doing last night. Not very often I make this kind of thing. But the last drawing sort of sparked this idea that wouldn’t leave my head. So I drew it. >>; If it’s not your cup of tea, I understand. But when you gotta draw…ya gotta draw.

At this point I’m really hoping @therealjacksepticeye will see this because I am so proud of it. If anything, I hope the community enjoys it as much as I had fun making it. =)
The Houses as Youtubers

Hufflepuff: Tyler Oakley

Originally posted by ughoakley

Slytherin: Dan Howell

Originally posted by howell-to-lester

Gryffindor: Joe Sugg

Originally posted by meldemarilla

Ravenclaw: Grace Helbig

Originally posted by all-the-trinity

- Annie (request)

The Letter

Part 2 of Last Walk Through

“Y/N?” Joe called out, letting the door close behind him as he tossed the bag on the floor. “Love?” He moved further into their home, running a hand through his hair. “I’m home!” He smiled as he rounded the corner, thinking she’d be sitting not he couch. The smile transformed into a frown when he saw no one sitting there, and stood still for a moment, listening.


Eerie silence. It hung around him, and Joe felt a shiver run down his spine, feeling something had shifted. Turning, he headed for the bedroom, thinking maybe she was sleeping or had headphones in.

He paused in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room, and noticing something was off, although he couldn’t quite place it. The home had an unfamiliar feeling, but he brushed it off, putting it to the fact that he had been away for a while. He was just used to hotel rooms.

Making his way back towards the kitchen, Joe pulled his phone out of his pocket, ready to call Y/N to see where she was. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around her, tell her about his trip, and then fall asleep on the couch together.

Joe froze mid-step when he saw the ring on the counter. His fingers numbly held on to his phone as he inched closer, eyes locked on the circle of metal laying there.

He picked it up, the sparkle from the diamond set on it seeming almost dull now. It was cool in his palm. Gripping it tightly in his fist, his eyes fell on the envelope.


Her handwriting, crisp and clear against the white starch of the paper.

Dropping his phone on to the counter, he replaced it with the envelope. While still holding the ring, he opened the white rectangle, letting it fall to the countertop beside his phone, the letter now in his hand.

I love you… Was all he read before everything turned blurry. Joe blinked rapidly, clearing the tears before taking in a shaky breath.

He read through it once, then twice, and a third time to try and understand what was happening. She was gone. She had left him.

No, he had let her go. He had pushed her away.

Joe collapsed to the floor where he was, the ring and letter still in his hands.

How can I love you when I never see you? When I never hear from you? When I feel like I’m not part of your life…

Those words she had written struck something in Joe, he felt like he had a bucket of cold water dumped over him. Because she was right. He had fucked up. He started to think back to all the times he was away, and how little he talked to her.

At the time, he claimed he was just busy. Yeah, he had been running to and from different meetings or interviews or events, but he should have made time to talk to her. Y/N was important to him.

That was why he proposed. Because he loved her, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

And instead, he was sat on the floor of their home, her ring in his fist, tears falling from his eyes. Joe felt hollow. He felt like a part of him had left. And it had, when Y/N had left.

He didn’t know what to do. What to feel. So he sat there, letting the room fall dark as he continued to reread the words she had written. And even as it grew too dark to read, Joe could still see what Y/N had put on that paper, his mind having memorized it.

In the darkness, the ring didn’t shine at all.

In the darkness, Joe couldn’t see the tears fall to the ground.

In the darkness, he could pretend that it was all a dream.

Just a Number (Jack Request)

“Ready to leave babe?” Jack calls to you from the lounge and you soon walk out of the room.
“Yeah” You smile and check yourself in the mirror once again.
You had currently come to stay at your boyfriends flat that he obviously shared with his brother Conor and his friend Josh. You two had been dating for around 6 months now and there had been some problems from the start really. Mainly because you were only nineteen which everyone found strange considering he was a little older than you. His friends especially found any chance they could to make a reference to your ages or joke about it. And Jack knew it could sometimes upset you even if you didn’t say anything to the guys themselves.
“Looking gorgeous as always” He grins and grabs his keys, taking your hand to head towards the door.
Just as you are about to leave, Mikey and Conor come through the opposite side of the door.
“Hello you two” Conor smiles and heads into the apartment.
“I didn’t know your little sister was coming to stay Jack” Mikey jokes and Jack automatically feels you squeeze his hand a little tighter.
“Shut up Mikey” Jack rolls his eyes casually and continues to walk with you out of the door.
As soon as the door shuts, Jack sighs and looks at you.
“Sorry about him” Your boyfriend groans.
“I should be used to it” You shrug, “They just find it funny there’s not much we can do”
“Ready to go to Westfield then?” He suggests and you nod before walking down the corridor of their block of flats.
~~~Time Skip~~~
Soon enough, you reach the big shopping centre and begin to make your way through the large maze of many shops the building had to offer.
It wasn’t until you were in Zara that you saw somebody you recognised.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?!” Callux questions loudly though chuckles when he does.
“Hey Cal!” Jack smiles and turns to see him, “I don’t think you two have met”
“Is this your girlfriend?” Lux asks you excitedly and you nod, “Lovely to meet you”
You three continue chatting for a while until it takes a turn for the worst.
“So I guess we’ll see you at the 3 years party then?” Jack says as you realise just how long you had been talking for.
“Yeah, we’ll just have to make sure this young one stays on the soft drinks” Cal laughs.
You roll your eyes, knowing he only saw it as a joke even if it did annoy you.
“Shut up Cal” Jack nudges him, “We better go anyway”
“Yeah I think I’ve lost Sarah” Cal looks around the shop, “See you later”
“Sorry again” Jack mumbles when he’s gone, “He didn’t mean it in a rude way an-”
“Jack don’t worry. Who cares if they think its weird we’re dating? It’s our choice, not theirs” You shrug, “Nothing wrong with two years difference”
Jack grins in awe of the girl in front of him. Age didn’t matter anymore. Before, he had always thought of having a girl his own age. Just because it was the norm. But then he found her. And she made him laugh more than any of the guys could and smile more than he thought possible, he became fascinated every day by how she would go off on a tangent about the most random topics or become completely in awe of any of the smallest things. She was there to calm him down when things got too much and he was there to do exactly the same. They worked like a couple should do. And they didn’t need anything more. Forget about all the others. Age was nothing but a number…


Here’s the creation process behind “Fire Escape” by Andrew McMahon as I see it because of synesthesia, a condition that causes me to see music visually when I hear it.

This painting is up for auction at @hammersnheartstrings on instagram! The proceeds benefit the Dear Jack Foundation and will help young adults with cancer. Please support the auction here: [x]