oh my god finally another still of her

ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?

imagine so many come in.

they try, so hard, to make her laugh.

she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.

one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.

of course that little thief tries to make her smile.

a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that. 

she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.

and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.

the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.

then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.

but she does it anyway.

one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”

“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”

“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.

Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”

There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…

the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.

the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.

the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.

the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”

“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.

“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!

“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.

though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”

the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.

the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that. 

she had never been called pretty.

she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.

then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.

the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.

“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.

The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.

The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.

The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.

The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.

After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.

The Foxes discover The Floor is Lava Game

so one of the foxes sees the video on their phone and insists that they all have to start doing this which includes:

-dan or nicky usually being the ones to call out “the floor is lava”
-coach threatening to sign them up for a marathon if they don’t stop playing this dumb game (even though he actually enjoys watching them play)
-nicky and allison fighting to the death over the same piece of furniture because they are not getting stuck in the lava!! (there’s another chair right next to the one they’re fighting over but nicky got there first and won’t give up)
-aaron flat out ignoring the game and everyone playing
-aaron finally deciding to play because katelyn is there, but he still stands in the lava while scooping her off the floor
-“but guys we have practice” “oh my god kevin shut up”
-“guys seriously we have to go to practice” “i’m sorry i can’t hear you because you’re being consumed by lava”
-andrew pushing nicky into the lava “by accident”
-neil finds it kinda stupid at first, but he loves how excited all his teammates get when they play so he plays along for their sake
-“andrew you’ve pushed nicky into the lava the past three games that’s not an accident”
-when not battling nicky for the same piece of furniture, allison and renee constantly sharing the same couch to save themselves from the lava as a team

Everything Will Be Okay.

 A/N~ Hello, incredibly, amazing people!! I was super exited to write this one cause I’ve never actually done a fanfiction on a him before! I took my own spin to this because I see so many of these. Sorry these imagines are taking so long, I just found this site that is basically Hogwarts so I’ve been playing that for awhile. Hope you like this one! By the way, y/f/n means your full name. xx

Requested: Yep (thank you anon for this request! They’re still open and I opened up ships too.)

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Prompt: #2 “Oh, my God. You love her/him!” (I’ll do #40 on another one.)

Words: 866

Warnings: I don’t think there are any? Just tell me if I’m wrong.

Summary: Tom finally gets to meet his celebrity crush.

Your POV

“And without further to do, welcome the one and only y/f/n!” That’s my cue. As the crowds of people were screaming in all directions I made my way to the stage. I can remember when I was just starting out, I had a small fan base, but they were always there for me. Now, look at me! I have my own book, products, and an amazing life doing what I do best.

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Into boys and girls

You’re at a club with your friends and spot a beautiful blonde in the crowd but so does she. Your friends will soon find out you’re bisexual.

Originally posted by pvris-awkoh-awnoh

“Come on, Y/N! Just let loose and forget about him already, do some shots!” One of your close friends says as you try your best to dance to the rhythm of the music pumping in the club you’re currently at.

“I am!” You sigh. You are over your ex boyfriend but your friends didn’t seem to believe you because you had been acting stranger than usual the last couple of weeks. The reason for that was that while you were going out with your boyfriend at the time, you realised that you were indeed bisexual. You told your boyfriend that you were also into girls and at first he was very understanding but then he got jealous of every girl you hung out with so he ended things.

“There are plenty of hot guys here! And I’ve seen a lot of them check you out so enjoy yourself” Another one of your friends says and you almost laugh in their face cause yes you’ve seen some guys check you out but the only one who caught your attention in this club was a blonde female, wearing a loose shirt with palm trees and tigers on it. She was standing a little bit away and you’ve been watching her ever since you saw her dancing with little moves to the music. Your friends still didn’t know you were bisexual because honestly, why should you tell them? They shouldn’t just assume you’re straight.

You tell your friends that you’re going to the bathroom for a second and that you’ll be right back. You weave through the crowd and as you arrive in the bathroom you just look in the mirror. Encouraging yourself to tell them and to make this a good night. You take a deep breath and head back out going by the bar first to get a beer. You hold it close to you so you don’t spill on anyone and as you see your friends getting closer to view you also see the beautiful girl from earlier right in front of you as you have to pass her to get to your friends. Nerves kick in, she’s just a girl, she doesn’t know you think she’s absolutely perfect from head to toe. As you reach closer to her and her group of friends she makes eye contact with you and you almost drop your beer to the ground. She smiles and moves a bit forward to signal that you can walk by her, but the space is still quite narrow so you smile back at her and move through the space behind her and some other person. your front pressed to her back and you swear she moves backwards a little just as you’re behind her, so you drop your free hand to her lower back and finally walk further to your friends.

Your heart is beating fast, really fast so when you rejoin your friends you down half of your drink. Your friends all look at you and start laughing so you look up confused, did they see right through you?

“Y/N! That was hilarious, did you see that? The girl was totally flirting with you” One of them exclaims like it was the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. But was she flirting with you?

“Oh my god, Y/N! She’s still looking at you” Another friend laughs, you want to shut them up but you don’t know how. So you look behind you and sure enough you make eye contact with the hot blonde, you didn’t realise you were biting your lip until she raised an eyebrow at you. Immediately getting embarrassed you turn around and try to focus on your beer and not on the voices of your friends.

After a good ten minutes everyone seems to have forgotten about the scene and has gone back to dancing and drinking so you dare to look back again, your heart racing when you see her walking straight towards you. You look into her eyes and it’s like she’s asking for permission so you just slightly nod your head as to encourage her.

When she’s close enough she wraps one hand behind your neck to pull you towards her and she kisses you hard. At first you’re shocked but your body reacts naturally to her, you kiss her back and pull her closer by her waist. Both losing yourselves in the kiss that has turned maybe a little too passionate for in a club but who cares. The blonde slowly pulls away, your lips parting from hers even though you don’t want to. So instead you look at her hazel eyes.

“Hi, I’m Lynn” She giggles, her voice sounds like music to your ears.

“Very nice to meet you, I’m Y/N” You laugh. Behind you, you hear a couple of “What the fuck’s” so you look around to look at your friends their eyes all wide and jaws open. Somehow the sight makes you shake your head with a laugh and turn back to Lynn, cupping the side of her face and kissing her again. You couldn’t wish for a better way for your friends to find out.

I honestly really enjoyed writing this, hope you did too!

98 Kisses

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve’s girlfriend promises to fulfill one of her birthday’s tradition with him. One kiss for each one of his years.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: None?
1,230 words

Notes: Just birthday fluff to celebrate Steve’s b-day! It’s actually a little alike Bucky’s one, lmao. Not my best but just posting to remember the date! ALSO, HAPPY 4TH TO ALL MY AMERICAN FOLLOWERS! HAVE A NICE DAY Y’ALL! <3 Enjoy!

Before his clock can even reach its alarm time, Steve feels a pair of soft lips kissing the back of his neck and small hands sliding through his bare skin, instantly making him smile. 

Blindly turning his body around, he falls on his back against the mattress and pulls your body flush against his, wrapping your shoulders with both arms as he groans quietly. 

“Mornin’, birthday boy.” You mumble with a smile against his skin, pressing a small kiss to his chest as he squeezes you tighter in knowledge. “Happy 4th of July!”

“Happy 4th, sweetheart.” He replies just as lazy, sleepiness still taking over his voice as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling back with raised eyebrows and a small grin curving his lips. “I’m getting old, aren’t I?”

You let out a beaming laugh, squirming out of his hold and falling on your back as he watches you with a tender smile on his lips, reaching out a hand to push your hair back. 

“Just a little bit.” You squint your eyes playfully and prop yourself on your elbows, a smirk curving your lips as Steve just glances suspiciously at you. “What? You can still keep it up, at least.”

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fic: Meet Me Under the Spotlight

Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~3200
Characters: Steve/Natasha, mentions of the ensemble
Summary: The celebrity social media au no one asked for.

A/N: This started off as just an article I was writing that was supposed to be a snippet in a fic I’ve wanted to write for a while, but I had so much fun that I expanded upon it. I’ve always been a fan of those social media edits circulating Tumblr, and after I’d read a few fics that incorporated texting and social media, I’ve always wanted to try it out. So, here it is! You can also consider it a preview for the celebrity au I’m probably still planning to write.

(Also, this is very raw; as in, I sort of skimmed it for errors, because I’m leaving in a bit. But I’ll come back to it for editing when I can take my time.)

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‘Marvelous’ Cast Talks Shocking Season Finale and What Next Season Could Hold

June 1, 2017. 11:32 AM PST

It’s been a week since the Season 3 finale of ‘Marvelous’ aired and fans are still in hysterics over the state of their beloved heroes.

(Spoiler alerts below!)

Season 3′s Episode 22, “How the Mighty Fall” left Scarlet Witch held captive and under experimentation at the hands of a mysterious scientist, with Winter Soldier and Falcon quite literally at each other’s throats on how to find her. Hulk has disappeared, Thor’s powers have been seemingly sealed away for good. And just as the Captain has come to realize that Black Widow’s betrayal had ultimately been for his protection, he’s too late: Hawkeye is in a coma, and Widow’s memories have been erased.

And you’ll have to wait three whole months to see what happens next.

Upset? Yeah, so are we.

And we made sure that ‘Marvelous’ co-stars Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were aware of this when Access Entertainment! caught up with them in the AE! lounge.

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The Lost Princess {Biadore} Chapter 4 - C*NT

A/N: So I’m back back back at writing super long chapters! This is a whopping 6k+ chapter filled with all sorts of goodies. Today there will be some talk about different sexualities (bisexual, pansexual etc.), which as a pansexual myself, I hope I classified it correctly. We also have a new character coming into the mix ;) Bianca/Roy is bisexual in this AU, Courtney is pansexual, and Adore herself is starting to realize she is not cis. TW: Alcohol consumption, a heavy make out scene and vomit near the end (i don’t go into too much detail but just in case)

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 8)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7]

Stefan woke up fully rested for the first time since moving to the city. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes focussed and he saw Caroline Forbes’s sleeping face inches from his.

With another start, he realised he had one arm around her waist and her hand rested on top of his between them.

He knew he should detach himself, but he couldn’t look away. Also, he didn’t want to wake her. Obviously.

She looked so beautiful it actually physically hurt his chest a little. The afternoon sun that filtered through a crack in the curtains fell across her face, setting her hair aglow and illuminating the faint freckles splattered across her cheeks that he had noticed for the first time when he’d kissed her. Her lips were slightly parted and he found himself staring at them again.

This was becoming a slight problem.

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Little Things
Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)

“Spence, what color?” I asked, sitting cross legged on the couch and holding up four different nail polish colors to him as he walked in the room. He pushed his long hair behind his ears with a small smile as he walked towards me, flipping through a magazine.

“Why are you asking? You paint them the same color every time.” He grinned at me slightly, and I frowned.

“Not true.” I was stubborn, and I knew it, so I ignored him, and picked the newest color I had been given by a friend, and began to paint my nails.

“So, why did you say I had to be free this Saturday night?” I tried to get him to tell me, because I hated surprises, but he was pretty dead set on keeping it a secret.

He rolled his eyes at me as he pulled on his jacket, wrapping his purple scarf around his neck. “You know I’m not going to tell you anything.” I rolled my eyes, and I knew what he said was true. But every time I asked, a smile would come across his face. And God knows I love that smile.

“Can I ask where you are going today?”

“No.” I rolled my eyes again, but I let him go, because whatever it was, he was excited as hell, and I loved it.

Two days later

My phone rang loudly, and I let the car pick it up as I kept my attention on the road. “Yes?”

“Hey Y/N, are you home yet?” Spencer’s voice came through the speakers and I shook my head as I replied.

“Not just yet, why?”

“You need to put on something nice.” He paused for a moment before I could respond, then he began to ramble. He’s nervous. “Not to say that you don’t look nice every day. I think you look amazing everyday. Even when you’re sick and you pull your hair up even though you hate the way it looks. I think you look fine anyways, I’m just saying something formal would suit-”

“I know what you mean Spence. Take a breath.” I laughed, and he went silent for a moment.

“I’m getting home now, I’ll get into something nice. Scrubs probably weren’t your idea of nice.” I heard him laugh lightly as I pulled into the driveway and I smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Alright. I love you Spence.” I held my hand over the keys, wanting to finish the conversation before killing the car.

“I love you too Y/N.”

A smile broke out across my face, as it always had since the first time he said it. I remembered every moment of that night like it had just happened, even if it had been two years ago.

I laughed as I accidentally wiped icing onto my face, trying to make some cupcakes for Garcia’s birthday. Reid busted out laughing across from me and I looked narrowed my eyes, throwing flour at him. “Hey no, this is a very-”

“I know I know, your vests are very precious.” I mocked him and began to try to wipe of my face, but I accidentally grabbed the wrong rag, and ended up throwing more icing and flour onto myself. I fell into another fit of laughter.

“I love you!” Reid spoke up, and I almost hadn’t heard his random outburst. My laughing stopped instantly, and I looked up at him. “I’m sorry, that was random. But I usually would say that love is not an actual thing, that it’s just chemicals in the brain that are released when you enjoy something, but isn’t that what love is supposed to be? I really love you, and I realized it a while ago, but I wasn’t sure but now I am and-”

“I love you too Reid.”

I walked into the house, and through the living room, where I saw the nail polishes were still out. I had picked off the color I had used a few days ago within hours of putting it on, and I knew it was because it was a different color.

I glanced down to my nails, which I had repainted my usual color, and laughed slightly.

“I told you.” Spencer smiled as he walked into the living room, and I was painting my nails the light blue I always had them.

“Shut up.”

He shook his head as he came over and sat down beside me, watching me for a moment before speaking again. “But I really like that color, so I’m happy you stick to it.”

I smiled, “You only say that because you know I won’t change it. I like routine, and I am incapable of living life if my routine is broken.” I rolled my eyes at myself. I honestly hated that I stuck to such a routine about everything, but I couldn’t help it.

“That, and I like the color.” He smiled at me as  I looked up at him, and I heard him chuckle as he stood from the couch.

I went into my bedroom and kicked off my shoes, picking them up and setting them into my shoe basket, pulling out some black heels. I threw them onto my bed  and looked back into the closet for a dress. I settled on a simple black dress and bowler hat. “This better be dressy enough.” I mumbled to myself, changing out of my scrubs and into the new outfit before going into the bathroom and making my makeup a bit more “I’m going out on the town” worthy, adding red lipstick for some color.

I glanced at the clock as I heard the front door open. “You’re ten minutes late! You have no faith in how quickly I can get ready!” I yelled as I heard him throw his car keys on the kitchen counter.

“Are you ready?” He called back and I smiled as I brushed my hair.

“Not just yet.” I replied quietly, and I knew he would smile at that.

“Then I was right to take my time. I had to tell Derek and Garcia where to go.” I was confused as to why Garcia and Derek would be going with us to this ‘surprise’ thing I still didn’t have an explanation for, but I shrugged it off as a hang out with our best friends.

Ten minutes later, we were both ready, and I walked into the living room as he called for me to hurry up. I walked into the living room and he stared after me for a moment before I walked over to him, and he kissed me on the cheek. “You look amazing.” He mumbled, and I thanked him as we walked out of the front door.

We arrived at the small restaurant and walked to the back area, a small patio with fairy lights hanging around it in the trees. “This is- wow.” I mumbled, and Spencer glanced down at me as we kept walking. I smiled as I saw Garcia, Derek, Hodge, JJ and my brother were all sitting in tables on the back patio and I smiled brightly.

“Hey hey! They’re here.” Derek spoke as Spencer let go of my hand so I could hug everyone. I went through and greeted everyone walking back over to Spencer and grabbing his hand tightly. We went and sat down as everyone else began to start conversation and the waiters began to come and ask for orders.

After about an hour and a half, we had all finished eating and we had began to mess around, dancing on the patio to the music that my brother had begun to play on his phone. Suddenly, Spencer asked for everyone’s attention, and the music was turned down as he walked back over to me.

“Okay, so I’m not sure how I’m going to do this, but all I knew was that I didn’t want it to be scripted. So here we go.” He pulled something out of his pocket and I began to get nervous. “We’ve been together for a while now, and I have fallen so entirely in love with you I can barely stand it. I have fallen for every thing that you do. The way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, and how you paint your nails the same color every time you do them. I love the way you can go back and forth with me and not seem to get tired of it. I laugh that you can’t go without routine, but you allowed me into it. I’m a part of your routine, and I never want to leave.” He got down on one knee, and I felt like I was going to faint.

Oh my god is he-

“ I love you every moment, in everything you do.I want to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be. Will you marry me?”

I stared at him for a moment, nodding my head frantically. “Yes. Yes, oh my god. I love you.” He stood, and I hugged him, which lead to everyone laughing. “What?” I asked, and Spencer smiled, pushing away from me.

“I have to put the ring on you Y/N.” he spoke, and I laughed, putting my hand in his. He slid on the ring before I pulled him down, kissing him as everyone gave us another cheer.

“Wait.” Derek called out, and Spencer and I pulled away, looking at him in confusion.

“I can still call her baby right?” He asked, and we all laughed but Spencer, and he finally responded.

“No, you can’t.”

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Handsome Stranger

This is for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare‘s second prompt for week 1: Study Date. No studying actually happens woops. Aged up Alyanette hoping to add Nino into the relationship. Title taken from ‘Absolutely Smitten’ by Dodie bcause I listened to it like over 30 times while writing this

Summary: Abandoning their study date, Alya and Marinette talk about each other and their cute waiter, Nino. Rated T. Check the end notes on AO3 for some additional info.


“You know,” Marinette said, taking the pen from between her teeth to point at Alya, “this is supposed to be a study date. And I don’t see any studying going on over there.”

Alya waved her off and didn’t look over. “Yeah, yeah, I’m studying. Just. A different kind than planned.”

“Oh yeah? Let me guess.” She tapped a finger to her chin in a thoughtful manner. “It’s that cute waiter again, isn’t it?”

Alya didn’t answer, but did launch a noodle at Marinette, who grinned widely and ate it even after it fell onto the table.

“Come on, we both know he’s cute, no denying it. What’s his name again? Nino, right?”

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Since at the moment everyone is even more salty than before over the recent soundtrack news, I’ll just try to avoid wandering in the RW//BY tags myself for now and say that I just recently listened to Like Morning Follows Night again and oh God, my boy Sun loves Blake so much it’s unbelievable. The

Yet I still believe in you
Every breath, every word
Every smile, every glance
Could be another chance
That you’ll finally see
The love that is me

gets me every time. Which if we think about it, since the song played in episode 3, is kinda foreshadowing for episode 11, where Blake finally calls Sun her hero. She’s definitely starting to see the love that is Sun and acknowledge her own feelings for him, which are most likely deeper than the simple highschool crush we saw in the past volumes, but she refused to see/admit/accept them because she was scared of the consequences and she didn’t want him to end up like Yang (and all Beacon for that matter) did. 

I might not be able to follow the series anymore, but I will always root for these two no matter what. They are just so perfect for eachother both character and story wise. I sure hope RT doesn’t rush anything between them, because their relationship has great potential, but it has to be managed well nevertheless. They have been developed in a realistic way so far, which is good except for the slaps because I seriously wanted to jump into the screen and punch Blake in the face for those other than whoever thought they were a good idea in the first place; I probably hated Blake more than Jacques in that moment, no kidding.

The chorus sung by both male and female vocalist is another thing that gives me chills. It seriously makes me smile to hear that Sun and Blake’s POVs are the same, with her accepting and being happy about Sun always sticking up for her no matter what and showing her the unconditional love she never received from anyone before. You can clearly hear the development from the darkness and gloom Blake was in to the happiness and light that Sun brought in her life through the whole song.

And lets be honest here, Blake has been bearable this volume only because Sun was there to make her realize in 5 minutes everything she failed to realize in 6-8 months when she was on her own (and that she probably didn’t even fully realize during all the time she spent at Beacon). Sun never gave up despite all the shit Blake put him through, which he did not deserve, because everyone has flaws but surprisingly enough he gets demonized for every single one of them. If Sun coughed near Blake everyone would probably jump up and say that he’s trying to get her sick and that he should just die alone instead.

And now let me get one thing straight: I don’t care what you ship. I don’t care if you agree with this or not. What I care about is respect. Tumblr has made me legit scared of posting anything about these two because the only times I did I always got harassed for it. But I still want to try and overcome my own fears once more because I like writing analysis and dig deep into what the show gives us. The relationship between Blake and Sun is something I feel really close and is important to me not only because of the pairing itself, which is obviously my OTP, but also because of many other personal reasons. I just wanted to get this off my chest and write something serious about LMFN as well, if you don’t want to read it, just scroll past it. It’s that simple.


A/N- Hey, it’s been a while! This is something I’ve been playing with for a wee while, and I was wondering if I should make it into a mini series? If so do let me know, message me x  

Part 2 ~ Part 3

Originally posted by suga-mon

Namjoon, was he happy? How could he not, he had a beautiful girlfriend. They lived together for the last year. Everyone believed that one day they would be married. Did he want that? No, he didn’t. Not everyone saw the truth behind their  relationship…. 

Namjoon and Wendy had been together for that last 5 years. He did love her, he just wasn’t in love with her anymore. He wanted to keep the relationship private but Wendy wanted it public. Making Namjoon think maybe she was only with him to gain attention. It didn’t help that she flirted with his members. Recently he was losing his patience. 

He wanted to feel loved, appreciated, like he meant something to somebody. It was no longer enough for Wendy to just acknowledge him. He suspected she was cheating on him. But he didn’t feel anything when he knew she was with another man. He simply didn’t care. He was willing to play along to this little charade, but for how long? 

Namjoon was lacking passion in his life. He didn’t have any passion towards another person like he used to. He didn’t just want to feel loved he wanted to  be desired and not just looked at is he was a marketing scheme. 

Jimin invited Namjoon out tonight, for a boys night. Namjoon thought why not, he would be going home to an empty apartment, to spend the night not caring that his ‘girlfriend’ was fucking another man. 

So Namjoon get dressed after work and meet Jimin at the bar. When he got there, the live band for the night had drawn in quite the crowd. The place was packed to capacity, yet people were still jamming in through the doors. Namjoon saw many beautiful girls he could have spent the night with but he wasn’t feeling it. 

All these girls were not what he wanted, what he needed. He needed desire, passion, something that was new and exciting. Not the ‘love’ that was not love, but was merely a charade. 

Jimin was of course on the dance floor wooing girls with his charming good looks and those fierce hip movements. Every girl in the club had their eyes on him. Who could blame them though… He was a grey haired bomb shell, making girls panties wet by the second. 

Namjoon sat in the corner staring into his drink. Why was he here, in this crowded scene. He wasn’t going to find the girl he wanted, the one he needed here. Did she even exist? 

Namjoon grab his jacket and left out the bar door of the club, which led him into a dark ally way. It smelled of pee. He started to walk in the direct of the street light. It was nearing, the light, airy street exposing itself with the light from the street lights, towering up high. Namjoon wasn’t paying any attention to the world around him. Which had him colliding him with another person. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you come out.” It was a women’s voice. It was like music in his ears. Soft and inviting. 

“No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Namjoon finally looked at the women. He starstruck by her beauty. Her radiant features. In other words she was stunning, the most beautiful women Namjoon had ever seen. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He wouldn’t! 

“I’m still so sorry.” She offered him a shy smile. This is what Namjoon wanted, to be utterly blowing away by someone. But what he didn’t expect was for him to be so captured by one person and he didn’t even know your name. He wanted to know everything about you, his eyes still  gazing into yours. 

“What’s your name?” Namjoon just had to know who you were. Why hadn’t he seen the beauty that is you before. 


A/N- So there isn’t a lot of dialogue in this, I apologise for that. I just wanted to get some background in, y’know? Anyway, please let me know what you think, should I continue this? Message me if so. I’m sorry it’s so short, by the way. If there’s a next part it will be longer. 

I also want to thank everyone for the 160 followers, it’s crazy. I’m truly appreciate it! 

Thank you for reading! 

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In the early morning hours of March 13, 1964, 28-year-old Kitty Genovese was returning to her apartment which she shared with her girlfriend, in the working-class neighbourhood of Kew Gardens, Queens, New York, when suddenly a knife-toting man stabbed her from behind. Awakened by Genovese’s cries for help, a neighbour in one of the apartment buildings poked his head out the window to see what was happening. “Let that girl alone!” he yelled. But neither he nor any of the other residents came to her aid. Genovese staggered around the corner toward her home. Her assailant, Winston Moseley, followed close behind in his car, got out, and stabbed her again. “Oh my God! He stabbed me!” she screamed. Her cries awakened other sleeping residents of Kew Gardens, but still no one appeared. She stumbled into the vestibule of the nearest apartment building but Moseley followed her. There, he finished what he had started. The prolonged murder lasted thirty-five minutes. Finally, somebody called the police and another neighbour came to  her aid. The caller explained that he “did not want to get involved,” and had actually phoned a friend in Nassau County for advice on what to do. It was a familiar excuse the police heard from a number of spectators that day. The fact that a number of eyewitnesses stood by and did nothing raised a number of disturbing questions among law enforcement professionals and clinical psychologists. In the next two decades, scholars would ponder the phenomenon that came to be known as the “Genovese Syndrome.” In March 1984, experts in sociology, psychology, medicine, and law met on the campus of Fordham University in New York for the first “Catherine Genovese Memorial Conference on Bad Samaritanism.” R. Lance Shotland, a psychologist at Pennsylvania State University concluded that a person is less likely to intervene in an emergency if there are a number of other persons present. “They take cues from others. A lone bystander may help 70 percent of the time. As a member of a group, that same bystander may help 40 percent of the time.” Moseley, a 29-year-old machine operator, confessed that he had been driving around the neighbourhood hoping to “rape and to rob and to kill a girl.” He was convicted and sentenced to die in the electric chair, but the sentencing was later commuted to life imprisonment. While serving his time at the Attica facility in New York, Moseley attempted to go straight. He earned a college degree and became involved in prison and reform movements. In an article published in the New York Times on April 16, 1977, he explained his new outlook on life. “The man that killed Kitty Genovese in Queens in 1964 is no more. He was also destroyed in that calamity and its aftermath. Another vastly different individual has emerged, a Winston Moseley intent and determined to do constructive, not destructive things.”

Winston Moseley passed away on 28 March, 2016, at the age of 81.


A/N: Heeeeeeeeeeeeey well this got longer than expected. And with more soft core smut / hardcore make out put behind purity marks! New character, and tons of information! Very filled chapter lol, with a fun little ending :P

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbour Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 7965

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three, Part Twenty Four, Part Twenty Five

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Natsu, I’m sure. You said the reason my plant hated me was because there was a very angry sprite that lived in it and choose me for some reason.“

“But Lushiiiiiiii, she’s scary . She smells like fish but she’s not one and it’s confusing !”

Happy’s loud wail made Natsu and Lucy share a look, Natsu agreeing with Happy and Lucy telling him that if he agreed with his cat there would be no more kissing today. Which Natsu could not live with.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine buddy. Somehow…” Natsu tried to placate, but his own unease was noticeable in his voice and Lucy rolled her eyes at the two.

“Ok, so how exactly do I… summon her? I guess?” Lucy asked, looking questioningly between the two. Lucy and Natsu were sitting on the sofa, Lucy sinking into the space made by Natsu’s legs as he sat cross legged in the center. Happy flew around their heads anxiously, unable to sit still, or maybe staying ready for a speedy getaway. Either way Natsu couldn’t blame him. He eyed the plant warily again, the glass bowl sitting harmlessly on the coffee table in front of them.

“Just ask her to come out. She will, if she wants to that is,” Natsu explained in her ear, resting his chin on the shoulder that her braided hair didn’t fall over. He nuzzled the soft wool on her shoulder as she took a deep breath, a soft grin cracking his worry-pinched lips as Lucy mumbled about his dramatics. She settled more into his lap, and Natsu gave her an encouraging squeeze to her hips as way of support.

“Okay… Aquarius, would you please come out?” Lucy asked, voice wavering slightly from her nerves. She had taken the news that her plant housed an other worldly sprite surprisingly well, but Natsu guessed that even Lucy had her limits, amazing as she was. A soft gasp made Natsu pull away from his fawning over the girl snuggled in his lap, her already large brown eyes growing wider as she stared at the flower before them.

A bloom of golden light was rising from the center of the flower, sparkling transparent petals unfurling until a soft burst of light similar to Happy’s wings disappearing rained golden sparkles that dissolved into the air around the glass bowl. But the shower of magic dust was only barely noticed, as Lucy was left gaping at the figure floating before her. The image of a mermaid with a blue tail and aquamarine hair floated in the air, finned tail twitching in annoyance as Lucy continued to stare at her.

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The Firework Boy

A BTS/Bangtan boys fanfiction

Summary: You catch sight of him under the light of a thousand fireworks burning light onto his face, but what happens when the embers burn out and you’re left in the darkness? You just have to find the light…

Chapter summary: The Beginning

Chapter type: The Beginning

Chapter 1 - Coming tomorrow.


As each ember burned out in the cold air, you watched the lights reflection dim in his eyes, his mouth sat closed, face brooding as he tried to ignore the commotion of people bustling and squealing around him.

You probably shouldn’t have been staring. Especially considering your friends were stood immersed in conversation beside you, one of them attempting to pull on your arm to get your attention and getting frustrated when you wouldn’t give it to them.

But you couldn’t not watch the way his brown, almost warmed black, wispy hair fell into his gaze slightly, making him shake his head in irritation to clear it, or the way he blew gently on his fingers before rubbing his hands together to try and provide heat for himself.

You could see everyone else in your peripheral vision watching the festival’s annual firework show that drew in practically the entire population of your small town, but you still couldn’t manage to pry your gaze from the almost perfect vision of beauty 20 feet from you, stood alone staring up at the ember and star filled sky.

That was, you couldn’t…until he suddenly looked your way, and you were caught in the most beautiful pair of brown eyes, you’d ever come across. On instinct you look away, but you still can’t help yourself but glance back, wondering if you’d just imagined the flicker of recognition in his eyes, the recognition that someone had been looking at him.

It was a mistake. His eyes were still pinned to you, but now not only was he looking at you, his brows had pulled down into a soft frown, the expression marring the perfect features of his face and making him look angry.

‘Y/N! For God’s Sake! Are you listening to me?’ your gaze leaves him for a split second as you turn to address your friend, shooting her an irritated expression, before lifting your head to look back at the now vacated spot 20 feet from you.

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Never Been More Certain-Liam Dunbar

Part 1:Certain About You

Teen Wolf Imagine: #94


Word Count: 1,904

Warnings:Feels. Lots of Feels

A/n: Finally part 2 of Certain About You! I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by dylansprayberrysource


Coming Soon

Last Imagine

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Show and Tell (Eisuke X MC for Anonymous)

Summary: After seeing MC in nothing but his shirt, Eisuke doesn’t think he can control himself.

Rating: Mature, smuttt.

Sidenotes: I have this huge headcannon where Eisuke is really dominant and possessive during sex, so most of my Eisuke fanfictions consist of those traits.

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She'll Pay - Fred Weasley Imagine

Hi! Could you do an imagine where (Lyric, my name or you can just do it reader) gets in trouble by Umbridge for something she didn’t do and Umbridge uses the blood quill on her and Fred (her boyfriend) finds out and goes berserk on umbridge? Thanks love! <3

~Lyric’s POV~

“Oh my god! This is so dumb!” I yelled aloud to myself “It was stupid Malfoy who kept talking to me! He always has to ruin everyone’s day!”


“What Gryffindor can’t defend yourself?” Malfoy taunted, I didn’t listen to him and continued to write notes in my notebook. “I thought Gryffindor’s were brave! Apparently I was wrong!” He snickered lowly with the rest of his friends. ‘I had enough of his Crap!’ I stood up “You know what Malfoy! I-” “Excuse me Miss. Lyric! I will not tolerate yelling in my class! Detention tonight at 8:30 sharp don’t be late!” She yelled. I looked over to malfoy and gave him a death while he and his group laughed at me.


I reached the door and knocked on it lightly hoping that no-one would be in the room then, I heard the dreadful voice ring through the door “Come in” I sighed deeply and opened the door “Take a seat” I sat down at a desk quietly looking at her suspiciously; she put a blank piece of parchment in front of me “Now I want you to write ‘I must not be disrespectful’ continuously on this piece of parchment” I nodded and opened my bag to take out a quill but she stopped me “You don’t need a quill I’ll provide one for you” she said sweetly as she passed me a quill “Um where’s the ink?” I asked softly “You don’t need ink, Hurry up get started!” I quickly wrote the first sentence.

Then I felt a sting of pain on the back of my right hand; I looked at my hand to see ‘I must not be disrespectful’ encrusted in my skin and bleeding just a little. I looked up at her with wide eyes “Is there something wrong?” She asked with a wicked smile glued on to her face. “Nope. Everything’s fine!” I gave her a glare “okay” she said still smiling. I wrote another sentence 'Oh god’ I whispered to myself. I felt tears run down my cheek; the more I wrote the more I cried.

After an hour of torture; she finally let me leave the classroom. I went up to the Gryffindor common room wanting some sleep and maybe planning to go to the library to find a way to stop the stinging. “Password?” The fat lady asked “Fairy Lights” I said gloomily and walking upstairs to my dormitory.
“Lyric!” Your friend said worried “How was the detention? What did she make you do?” I plopped down on my bed and started at my throbbing hand “I don’t wanna talk about goodnight” I said sadly covering my whole body under the covers and letting tears fall out of my eyes.

~The Next Day~

“Hey Lyric!” I turned around to see Fred running to catch up with me “Hi Freddie” I said giving him a tender smile. He locked our fingers together; I winced when Fred touched my cut. “Love, what’s wrong?” He had a big look of concern on his face “It’s just a cut” I said lowly almost like a whisper. “Here let me see” he grabbed my hand gently and picked my sleeve up to reveal the red letters. He gasped loudly “What happen? Who did this to you?” “Umbridge” I said quietly “That fat toad! She’ll pay!” He said angrily running into the Great Hall that was filled students and staff.

“Fred! Fred wait! What are you doing?!” I yelled trying to make him stop “Hey Umbridge!” I heard him shout. I entered the Great Hall to see him standing in front of the staff table. The whole room was quiet and all eyes were on Fred. “Mr. Weasley! Where are your mann-” Umbridge was about to say 'Manners’ but was cute short “No! Don’t give me any of your Bullshit! You hurt my Girlfriend!” Fred shouted in her face. She was completely stunned and just sat there with her mouth open wide. “Mr. Weasley may I ask how she has hurt your girlfriend?” Dumbledore asked Calmly. Fred turned around and gestured me to come closer; I walked slowly to Fred and showed Dumbledore my hand. The rest of the teachers came to look at it too “You used the blood quill Dolores” he asked “I-I D-” “We do not harm our students!” Dumbledore yelled at her.

Everyone was completely stunned because Dumbledore really never yelled he was always chill. “Okay everyone return to their meals, there’s nothing to worry about” Dumbledore said softly. Most of the students obeyed his request but there was still some who eyed to the side just in case. “Now I’m very sorry for Dolores inappropriate behavior, I will grant you two, three free days without classes. Enjoy!” He said happily “T-thank you Headmaster” we both said. Me and Fred both sat down at Gryffindor table “Fred I can’t believe you did that!” I laughed hugging him “What?! She deserved it, trust me she hasn’t seen the last of me yet!” He growled “Fred calm down! I think you got her in enough trouble! But I still can’t believe you did that for me, I love you” I kissed his lips softly “I love you too” he placed his lips firmly on mine; grabbing the back of my head. “Oi! Get a room!” George said faking gagging “Oh we’ll get a room!” Fred said picking me up bride-style and walking out of the Great Hall with me in his arms.


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Motherly Instincts

Sunday mornings with Rafael were your favorite. He was a naturally early riser, and most Sundays he would tiptoe into the kitchen to make two cups of french press before gently waking you.

This Sunday was no different: rain was tapping against the windows of Rafael’s apartment, and you two were tangled up together on the couch. Coffee mugs in hand, you and Rafael were enjoying the morning quiet while the tv was on low, Rafael whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

It was the perfect morning… until a loud knock at the door shattered the peace and quiet. 

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