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My biggest summer post for day 60!!! I. love. concerts. All pictures I took except the first; I found that on Twitter. Today at Lollapalooza the skeleton clique turned up BIG TIME for our beloved Tøp. It felt like everyone was my friend (shoutout to @joejoeswatt on Twitter for unabashedly loving the crap out of this band and this whole day), and I received very animated compliments all day. Denver and I got our Josh Dun eye makeup done (lol) and the girl (twitter @paulinaugh) generously treated a lot of people!! A super cool dude came alone with black paint on his neck and hands in the style of Tyler and he let me take his picture because he knew he looked rad. The cutie pie in front of me fell asleep in her #1 Dad hat so I had to capture it- by the way I’ve never seen so many crazy beautiful people in one place. I was seriously so overwhelmed I just tried to take it all in and look at everyone because I saw so many different types of beautiful and bold. After some minor setbacks in our placement in the crowd, Denver and I got pretty great spots considering when Tøp started the entirety of the field was filled with thousands of people. I was completely smushed and sweaty and I was like “you know what? I love this music and I really love these people (the crowd sang literally EVERY word) so fuck it I’m gonna jump and gonna enjoy it”. Breathing heavy in my soaked hot mess-state, people are just getting off each other’s shoulders after The Run and Go and I’m thinking about how I wanna do it next time when this guy gets a girl off his shoulders and looks at me and goes “you look fantastic if you’re curious” and it made my whole being smile. At concerts I have this thing where I need to get to the front at all costs and I end up surrounded by strangers every time, so sometimes I’ll get self-conscious about letting it loose. This guy just assured me that I was actually kicking ass like I wanted to. Jumping like one unit to all the crazy energy in there and all of a sudden they put down this piece of wood on the people in front of me and I’m like- HOLY SHIT. TYLERS GONNA STAND ON THIS RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF ME. He climbs on and I’m screaming and jumping and smushing myself into the people around me and they bring the drum Tyler will hit and apparently it’s covered in water cuz all of sudden he hits it and I get splashed and I’m so fucking happy to be alive.

Thank you to everyone who was a positive part of this day. Be as nice to others as you can be to fellow concert go-ers. I wish you the best and hope you all show up to the next show an even better version of the you you are now. “We are twenty one pilots and so are you” |-/

Luke sat in the empty tattoo shop, running his hands over the intricate designs that covered his left arm. One in particular stood out, the tiny evergreen that stood tall and proud just below his left elbow. He had been born with the little tree and he had been searching for its match from the day he had learned what it meant.
Soulmates. Everyone had one; a person moulded to fit perfectly with you. Most people found their other half by the age of twenty, but it seemed Luke was an exception. At twenty he was hopeful, at twenty two he was desperate, but at twenty four he had pretty much given up, figuring he was destined to be alone. He watched with envy as his friends each fell deeper in love with their perfect person, being a best man at two of their weddings and godfather to one of their little girls. And he was happy for them of course, but he always felt like the odd one out when he showed up without someone on his arm. Someone to call his own.
Luke first got the idea of a tattoo sleeve when he was twenty one, walking by a local shop and seeing the beautiful artwork being inked onto someone. He found that he wasn’t able to keep his eyes on any one particular pattern, the exact opposite of when he looked down at his lone tree. That day he had gotten two markings on his arm, the pain and the designs momentarily distracting him from his loneliness and misery.
Three years later Luke was working in that same shop, having gotten certified a few months after his first experience. He was just working on a scripture design of his god daughters name when the door opened, the little bell above it chiming to announce the appearance of a woman. Luke though she looked around his age, maybe a few years younger. He smiled at her as she looked nervously around, waving her over to his station.
“How can I help you?” He asked, offering her his hand which she shook as she sat down.
“I’d like to get a tattoo covered,” she declared, and though she smiled Luke could see a hint of sadness behind her eyes. He nodded, deciding not to press for any further details just get. People always seemed more open to telling him their stories after he had the needle pressed to their skin.
“Alright, I can easily do that for you. Do you have any particular design in mind?” The woman shrugged, unzipping her sweater before standing and turning her back to Luke, tugging the neck of her shirt to the side to reveal the back of her shoulder.
“Whatever you think would hide this the best,” she sighed. “I’m tired of seeing it.”
She waited for the man to answer, or even to stand up for a closer look, but when she looked over at him she saw a blank look on his face, his eyes staring at the little mark on her back. A single pine tree, identical to his.

PS I like to think that Luke put another tree next to his when they got married, and two smaller ones for each of his kids because he liked the fact that his tree was no longer alone and part of a little forest

Some thoughts after seeing SGP in Wisła:
• Thomas Diethart and Rune Velta are much prettier in reality than in pics,
• Michael Hayboeck is overwhelmingly pretty, he is slim, tall and slightly tanned,
• Aleksander Zniszczoł is addicted to hot drinks. I stopped counting the next cups after 3 till the end of 1. serie,
• Polish WAGS are just beautiful, Polish girls do it better!
• I totally fell in love with view of Klimek Murańka, his wife and son together,
• Johann Andre Forfang and Phillip Sjoeen are the cutest and most polite ski jumpers ever,
• all ski jumpers have extremely slim legs,
• Daniel Andre Tande tends to wear weird shoes like whole team Norway wears sneakers and there is Tande wearing slippers (and shorts at 10 p.m.),
• Andreas Wank doesn’t like to be called “Richard” or “Michael”.

The Front Bottoms song meanings
  • Flashlight:it’s about someone having a hold over you. this is a recurring theme throughout a number of songs on our album. Our favorite line from the song is “I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom”
  • Maps:This song is pretty self-explanatory. It’s about the idea of not knowing what’s next. Accepting the fact that your life won’t be as comfortable as everyone makes it out to be when you’re younger. It’s about finding out life is a longer road than you had expected. Favorite line: “Let me be a raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right in”
  • Looking Like You Just Woke Up:This was the quickest song we wrote. It happens to also be the shortest on the record. Same idea as from Flashlight - just someone having a hold on you. (One of our good friends fell in love with this girl that still had a boyfriend and so in order to make time with the girl, he hung out a lot with the boyfriend and her. He slowly found out that the girl he thought he loved was kind of a bitch and he found that maybe the one he really loved was her boyfriend. They have somewhat of a romantic relationship now. And they are living together.) The vibe of this song comes from that situation. Favorite Line: “It probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide”
  • Mountain:This song is actually about buying drugs in Pennsylvania. The line was originally “I bought weed. A big bag in Pennsylvania. I’m gonna light it up when I get home to Jersey” We changed it because none of us have bought drugs or smoked ganja. ever. Favorite Line: “They’re gonna ruin my whole summer. Stop taking pictures with your phone. Stop taking pictures with your phone.”
  • Rhode Island:we met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back. favorite line-“She says you gotta promise not to break not matter how far you are bent, she says you gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again”
  • The Beers:It’s about the same deal. Someone having a hold over you, so much so that you’d be willing to put yourself in danger, to change yourself in order to make them like you. But the song is all over the place and that’s just a small part of it. Favorite Line: “And it’s an aerial view from your house to my room”
  • Father:I put myself in someone else’s body and I wrote this song about my life.
  • Swimming Pool:The voicemail in the breakdown is from one of our friend’s dads to our friend about some dumb shit about a girl. He saved it and we added it later on to our song. Months later, the girl’s mom cornered me in the grocery store and asked me if we could take that voicemail out of the song. But we’re punk rock so we left it.
  • Favorite Line- “There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool”
  • The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming:I got stranded in Germany one time and I missed Thanksgiving. Side note: On Thanksgiving, I ate a hot dog with some weird potato shit on it in Amsterdam but it was still mad good. As I was walking around Berlin, I found this circus of freaks - it was more or less a sideshow act but it was free so I went in. I met a dude who was a gangster drug dealer, he let me stay at his house and was actually super nice. He cooked me food and went to Amsterdam with me. But while I was staying in his house he explained to me the rules of the streets in Berlin. Everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose, everyone is part of the program.
  • Bathtub:There’s so much in this song. Take it for what it’s worth. Favorite line: Please take me off speaker phone, this is a private conversation.
  • Legit Tattoo Gun:This song was originally called “MJ” because when we put it out we gave it two different names on two different websites. If you know this song as “MJ,” you’re way more punk rock. At one point, I was making out with a woman who was making out with a lot of other people. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. Favorite Line: “I am not a dirty god, I don’t have a dirty body”
  • Hooped Earrings:This is about a friend of mine that asked me to be there with her when she came out to her mother. Favorite Line: Curly hair don’t look good cut short.
The last thing he told me before
we went back to pretending everything was okay
was that he wanted to be with me.
 
Just not enough to leave his girlfriend.
 
And I know better than to let myself
be second choice, except I don’t, apparently.
History makes a liar out of me. See,
I’ve always had a knack for being
second place.
 
I should have known
when the next person I fell in love with
was a girl who already had a boyfriend, but
failed to mention because
she was so busy talking about kissing me–
it  shouldn’t have surprised me so much.
After all,
I’ve got a track record with these things.
 
The first thing he said after
harmless flirtation became
point-of-no-return promise making was
“You have no idea how much
I wish I’d met you sooner.”
 
I’m not stupid enough to miss
the part he didn’t say. The
“I wish I met you before I met
her.”
In retrospect, it’s so obvious
where this was going to end.
But at least he answered my text messages–
 
Not like the boy who turned into a ghost
so he wouldn’t have to break up with me,
or the one who I thought, for four years,
must have literally been dead.
Not like the girl who wanted me up until
she realized she could have my best friend, instead.
 
There’s nothing quite as nauseating
as being no one’s first priority.
 
He told me
I made him want to be a better man.
He really, actually fucking said that.
Not that it meant anything.
Because I was just a stand-in for the girl
he’d left three cities over who had no idea
her boyfriend found so many excuses
to put his hands on me.
Takes a special kind of selfish
to drag two people down with you, like that.
 
Trust me when I say
I know what it means to keep
swallowing pride just to give your heart
something to eat.
I’ve been through enough “almost"s
to bury myself in them.
They never get easier.
They never hurt less.
 
The last thing he said
before he reached out
and held my hand
was:
 
"I want to be with you. I do.
Just not enough to leave her.”
—  RUNNER-UP by Ashe Vernon

Okay, you want to talk about Laurel Lance with me.

Fine, go ahead, I’m listening, but you better be prepared to talk about all of her with me.

Talk about how a girl fell in love with a guy and they were so young but she thought – knew in her gut – that they would be endgame because she could see their future planned out ahead of her in calendar days and wedding dresses and 2.5 kids and a white picket fence but they were on such different pages that he could barely see 2.5 feet in front of him because of the amount of alcohol circulating through his blood.

Tell me about how this young girl was so full of hope – wanted to save the world and everyone in it, especially those closest to her. Thought she could save her rebel of a sister and her playboy of a boyfriend and her daredevil of a friend. Thought she could fix them, thought they needed fixing, because they couldn’t see the future in front of them, but it’s not their fault their eyes weren’t made with flecks of a rosy-colored crystal ball. It’s not their fault she just wanted everyone to be happy and healthy and grown up. Girls mature faster than boys anyway.

Tell me the way she loved him. Tell me about how he cheated on her – cheated her out of a healthy, functioning relationship – time and time again just to see how far he could test his limits, and yes, it had so much to do with his plastic family and the destiny he wanted to avoid, but it also had to do with the fact that she always forgave him. So much love in her heart and so much forgiveness not even realizing his future was planned out maybe hours and hers was planned out maybe decades. She never fought back because soulmates shouldn’t have to fight, but all he ever wanted out of her was a good fight, some crazy amount of attention. They were both young, sue them, but don’t try and tell me his side of the story when you keep forgetting hers.

Talk to me about the way her hopes and dreams and perfectly planned Pinterest-board future got shattered in the rocks and smashed in the waves in the South China Sea. Talk to me about how she couldn’t save her sister, couldn’t save her boyfriend, couldn’t save the young girl she’d once thought would be her sister-in-law from falling into a pit of drugs and despair, couldn’t save her parents’ marriage or her father’s sanity, but she could save everyone else. Tell me about a young woman who made her way through school, got her law degree, and set out on trying to change the world. Tell me about the girl who once had so much love in her heart feel only hatred towards those who had left her behind in a world that was much darker than she’d realized, a world that she now felt she needed to save.

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Here’s to the girl who lost herself when she fell in love:

Before you became his girl, you were once another soul’s friend. So don’t forget the people who were there for you when you still don’t have him. Don’t distance yourself from your friends just because you think you already have someone constant in your life. Remember that they have put up with your messed up life and random dramas more than he has ever put up with yours.

Before you became his girl, you were once a sister to your siblings. Don’t let them down. Don’t cling on to your guy as if he’s more important than your siblings. Remember that they made you laugh and cry and mad way before he made you feel all those insane emotions you are feeling now. They’re your family.

Before you became his girl, you were once a daughter - a daddy’s girl, your mother’s pride. Never hurt them in any way. Do not become a disappointment to them in any way. Remember that they’ve shown you and made you feel what love is like before your boyfriend did. And their love will always be unconditional. They’ll always take you back no matter how grave your mistakes were. They’ll always welcome you home to their loving arms. Never take that for granted. Do good things for your actions will always reflect the way they have raised you. People won’t be talking about your mistakes. They’ll be talking about how your parents failed to instill in you the right values. Never dispose them just to have your own version of forever with someone whom you think is meant for you. Your boyfriend can leave you for another; your parents won’t.

Before you became his girl, you were once a child - a child of God. Do not compromise your faith, beliefs and principles for someone who would make you turn your back against Him. Remember that you are His princess and He wants nothing but the best for you. The right guy would help you grow in His love and won’t encourage you to commit sin. The right guy should love God more than he loves you. If he doesn’t, let him go.

—  m.b

you fell in love with this girl and you kissed her and fucked her and then you met a boy and suddenly, she didn’t look like what you wanted anymore so you left her because you thought that he was what you wanted but that boy only makes your heart hurt and now you start to miss the girl that used to kiss your nose and write you poetry but you can’t go back to her because she isn’t the same person anymore, its too late to go back because that girl you loved and left, she died and a new person is living inside of her and she doesn’t love you anymore and she doesn’t even fucking think about you because she doesn’t have the time

So, i found out about Lee, this year In either March or April. This gif of Lee is the very first picture I ever saw of him and fell in love. I remember being on Tumblr one day and came across this gif on my dash. Someone had used it as “their reaction” in a post. It was like, 1 or 2 am and I just remember thinking, “Oh my god, he’s cute. I’m going to look him up.” And then it all started and I knew I was in deep trouble. I spent that whole night looking at his pictures. I couldn’t stop scrolling through Google images. I had a headache and I was so tired, but I was so glued to my phone! I hadn’t even watched any of his movies, or heard his voice, which by the way, I totally thought he was going to have an accent xD. I finally went to sleep around 7am. Then continued the next day. I was binge watching all of his movies every night when I was in bed. The first movie i ever watched of his was “Polar Bear Man” not sure if that one counts haha, but right after that, I watched Possession. Then about, 2 days after I watched Possesion and The Fall, I went out to go buy them. I just think it’s so funny how that gif was the one that made me fall in love. I mean, it’s just so simple, but really damn cute! Usually I have to watch a certain actor in a movie before i decide if I like them or not, but Lee is special. He made me fall in love with him even though I knew nothing about him. I love you so much Lee ♡

Do any of you remember the first time you found out about Lee? What was the first picture you seen of him? Or which movie made you fall in love with him! If you care to tell, I’d love to hear all of your first time Lee stories!!! ^-^

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And anyone I didn’t tag, please, feel free to tell me your Lee stories too! :D

Period (N.M)

“Y/N hurry up. I want to cuddle!” Nate whined as I finished brushing my teeth. I was spending the night at my boyfriend Nates house and we decided to have a Netflix night.

“Stop whining Nate we have all night.” I walked into his bedroom and laid down next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled my chest into his.

“What do you want to watch baby girl?” Nate said flipping through the different movies and tv series on Netflix. 

“I don’t know why don’t we just watch Bobs Burgers. I know you love that show.” I giggled. Nate laughs like a little kid whenever he watches it.

He put it on and we both soon fell asleep. Later that night, Nate was shaking me awake “Y/N wake up. You’re bleeding.”

“W-what do you mean?” I sat up and instantly realized what he meant. I had started my period. I ran to his bathroom and started crying. I was trying to clean myself up but I didn’t have anything with me and I had no idea what to do. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Nate asked as he knocked on the door. I was so embarrassed that I just bled on his bed and through the only clothes I had with me. “Can you let me in please?”

I opened the door and Nate noticed me crying. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead. “Don’t cry, it’s okay.” 

“Nate I don’t have a pad or extra clothes with me.” I sniffled.

“We can go to the store if you need to. I’ll grab you something to wear.” 

Nate got me his sweatpants and a pair of underwear that I had left here one of the other nights I had spent with him. I loaded them with toilet paper, trying to keep the blood from leaking everywhere. We got in the car and drove to the store. Luckily it was only a ten minute drive from Nates apartment, and they were still open. We went in and I grabbed pads and Midol.

“Don’t you want ice cream?” Nate asked me and I smiled. He knew me so well. I grabbed my favorite, chocolate fudge brownie, and we went to cash out. 

We finally got home and I went upstairs to change. I helped Nate change his sheets and I tried to remove the blood stain. I looked at him with watery eyes, “I’m so sorry…”

“Y/N it’s fine. Stuff like that happens it’s no big deal. I’ll just put a towel down, don’t worry about it.” I really did have the most amazing boyfriend ever.

We laid down in bed, in the same position we fell asleep earlier, and put Bobs Burgers back on. 

“Thank you Nate. You’re the best.” I mumbled, tracing the tattoos on his chest.

“Anything for you my love. Goodnight.” He rubbed my back and we drifted asleep.

Rachel and Vincent

I headcanon that Vincent actually met Rachel at least a year before he met Angelina. But Rachel never mentioned it because when they first met, she hated Vincent’s guts. She thought he was a smug entitled asshat. And he was intrigued by her, but he mostly thought she was a stubborn, simple girl.

Because Vincent liked passive-aggressively arguing with her so much, he always approached her whenever he sees her. Then eventually, she started seeing a more tolerable side to him. And he started seeing more sensitivity and intelligence in her.

Then one day Vincent woke up with the realization that he was in love. He’d been in love with her for a long time. He fell for her the first day they met. And Frances is just like “i can’t believe u just figured it out omg”

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Trick of the Light  

/ Lonely the Brave (x)

(Pietro x Reader One shot)

Reader has enhanced strength and can read minds, powers she can’t always control. Your boyfriend Pietro can usually keep you out of his head, but a momentary slip reveals a terrible secret you can’t recover from.

fată stângace/ clumsy girl    

draga, te iubesc/ sweetheart, I love you  


“Put me down!” You giggle, squirming as Pietro came to a stop, secretly loving the times he transported you like this. The feeling of the breeze cooling your skin, the world moving so quickly and the feel of his chest under you, his arms holding you tightly. It felt like you two were the only people in the world. Even if it did leave you a little dizzy.  

“Shit!” You tripped as he put you down, pulling him with you. He fell forwards with a thud, banging his head on the floor. He was a little dazed but smirking, rolling over onto his back next to you while you stood up.

“Fată stângac…”  

“Sorry,” smiling, you reached down to help him up.  

Something wasn’t right. Images began to enter your mind, you were usually unable to read Pietro’s thoughts, but as he grabbed your hand a wave of information overwhelmed you. The images were all mixed up. Some you expected, memories of you both together, but there were darker moments, ones he had purposely hidden. Leaving you in the night, a dark room, Pietro’s voice relaying every detail of your personal life, someone handing him a file with your name on it, dropping him off where you first met, telling him to be careful, to play along…

Is she dangerous?…If you can’t get her under control, we’ll have to bring her in…remember your mission…you’re an avenger, you have a job to do…

You pushed him away, anger and disgust raging in your eyes. He had betrayed you.

“Everything…it was all a lie?”

His expression said it all. He knew he’d been found out. 

“Leave.”  

“Let me explain.”  He took your face in his hands, desperation in his voice.  

“I swear to god, if you don’t leave I’ll kill you myself!” you twisted out of his grasp, he was desperately trying to convince you to stay. Even after all he had done a part of you wanted to, letting him take your hand in his, But your love seemed fake like everything else. Yanking your hand away you stepped towards the door, your hands grabbing for the handle. It broke off in your hands.

“Please, I’m so sorry” he said softly, “draga, te iubesc,” you saw red at those words, turning to face him.  

“No, don’t you fucking lie to me again!”  He lowered his gaze, the guilt written all over his face, “I was just your mission, a dangerous pet project for you and those avengers to control!”  

Pietro shook his head and tried to pull you to him, to reason with you,“It started out that way but not now-“  

You slapped him, sending him flying across the room unable to control your strength. Pietro groaned as he tried to stand, holding his head, his blue eyes shocked. You gasped in disbelief at what you had done, a deep cut on his lip starting to bleed. Part of you felt so guilty, but another part wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt you.

“Get out!” you screamed, scared you would hurt him again. He sighed defeated and slowly stepped out into the corridor giving you one last look of sadness, tears brimming in his eyes.  

“Its over, she knows.”  

You slammed the door shut as hard as you could, cracks appearing on the wall. Collapsing onto the bed you tried to control your anger as your whole body shook, tears streaming down your face. He had ripped your heart out, how could he?!  All those lies. Those months that had been the happiest of your life. You were finally starting to control your powers with his help. You thought he was the one. How could you not know? Thinking back it should have been obvious. All those happy memories tainted, the man you loved had never really been there it was all a lie. Finally, when your devastated mind and tired body couldn’t take anymore, you drifted off into a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of Pietro.

Loud banging woke you. Someone was pounding on your door relentlessly, you backed yourself up against the wall as it was flung open revealing three avengers ready to pounce.  

You thought about fighting, maybe making a run for it, but then you saw him and all the fire left you. Pietro sheepishly stepped out from behind Hawkeye. He looked terrible, bloodshot eyes and the cut from the night before sore with a large purple bruise.  He wouldn’t look at you, instead he lowered the arrow that was ready to fire at your slightest movement. Much to Hawkeye’s annoyance.  

“You don’t need to do that, she will not fight.”  

You glared at Pietro, not moving as Captain America stepped closer to you, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture.  

“It’s time to come with us, miss.”  You didn’t struggle as he took your arm, pulling you towards the doorway.

Before the captain led you out Pietro handed you an envelope, “Please, just read.”  

You turned the envelope over in your hands for a moment, considering whether to open it. Finding his expectant eyes you rip the letter up slowly, letting the pieces fall to the floor. Just like the pieces of my heart.

“The man I loved never existed. It was always just a trick of the light.”

With a broken expression Pietro turned and ran down the corridor, the blue of his power trailing behind him until he disappeared from sight.

“Let’s go.”

You noticed a part of the letter from the torn pieces on the floor. Reading the words your heart ached a little more.

“I’ll be waiting for you, waiting through the seasons, I’ll wait for you…te iubesc.”

anonymous asked:

I fell in love with a recovered drug addict and many people are telling me that I am setting myself up for a life of heartbreak. He and I fell in love after only a month and a half together and feel like we are soulmates. I broke up with him because I wasn't sure that I could handle the stress, anger, and sadness of a possible relapse, but I feel very empty inside without him. I feel like I lost a piece of myself. I want to believe that if it's meant to be we will be together in time. Thoughts?

I get the same response from my friends seeing that I am dating a girl with a kid. The son isn’t mine. Still, I love this girl and so it is what it is. Whether a relationship works or not, it’s not really yours to determine the fate. The heart won’t allow this. Open the heart and learn that everyone you meet and every experience is a lesson.Let your heart decide.


Namaste,

Forrest Curran

For suburbanbluesmichael and acoustcmichael ’s blurb night!

Camp counselor!Michael trying to sit beside you at the campfire, but he can’t because he notices a bunch of kids around you.
You, being nearly everyone’s favorite counselor, wouldn’t be left alone by the kids; they would always gather around you, trying to get your attention.
And Michael loved the kids, but they just weren’t really helping him.
Since the first time he saw you comforting one of the littlest boys in the camp who was homesick, he fell head over heels for you.
A girl whispered in your ear, and you giggled, looking at Michael.
You waved, and he smiled.
“Come here”, you mouthed, gesturing to the bench you were sat on.
He walked briskly through the crowd of kids, standing behind you.
You picked up the 6 year old boy who was sat beside you, clutching your arm, and placed him on your lap, and tapped the now free seat for Michael to sit.
“You don’t mind if Mikey sit here, right kids?” You say, and most of them just look at Michael and smirk.
“No, we don’t.” The girl who whispered in your ear said.
“Ok, great.” You say, and Michael finally sits beside you.
Just as he sits, one of the other counselor starts singing an old campfire song, which made you roll your eyes.
Eventually, the little boy on your lap ran off to play with his friends, leaving you and Michael alone. Or almost, since you were surrounded with kids, but still.
“Hey, so, I was wondering…” He started, feeling nervous.
“Yeah, Mikey?” You say, placing your arm around his shoulders.
“Would you like to, you know, go swimming tomorrow?” He asked, snaking his arm around your waist.
“Sure.” You say, and you can hear that girl squealing in the back.
“He finally asked her out!” She giggled to her friends.
Half of the camp turned to Michael and you.
And started singing the oldest campfire song ever.
“Mikey and (Y/N)! Sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
Soon, the whole camp was singing it, and Michael was tomato red.
“Who knew?” You say, kissing his cheek, making the camp go wild.
Who would have known that you and Michael were the most shipped couple at camp?

2

- What are you doing here? - Pan sees you. 

- Tommy just fell and cut a bit of skin. - You are holding hands with this little lost boy.

- He’ll get better. - You see him.

-Please, help him. I don’t want him to be hurt. -Pan smiles.

- Hey, Tommy, Does it hurts? - Pan asks him and he denies.

- No, Sire. - Tommy smiles seeing you.

- See? - Pan sees you. - He’s okay.

- Go to your tent, Tommy. I’ll make you something to eat. - He nods happily.

- Thank you, (y/n)! - Tommy leaves and Peter sees you thinking that you’re adorable.