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.

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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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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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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Little Things
Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)
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“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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Charade

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. 

“Y/N.”  


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.

Never Been More Certain-Liam Dunbar

Part 1:Certain About You

Teen Wolf Imagine: #94

Prompt:None

Word Count: 1,904

Warnings:Feels. Lots of Feels

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

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WHIPS PT 12

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

“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.

Prologue

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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She'll Pay - Fred Weasley Imagine

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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
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~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!”

-FLASHBACK-

“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.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

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.

~~Kristian💕

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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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OH MY GOD

OH

MY GOD

I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS SHIT UP

So I’ve been complaining non-stop about this friend I had who randomly stopped talking to me for some probably dumb-ass reason, which, fine, whatever, but she still had some of my stuff she had borrowed (she’s 45% of the reason I don’t let people borrow my shit anymore). Almost 2 years after I last spoke to her, she finally contacts me for my address so she can send me my shit. I’m thinking to myself “fucking finally”. Another month passes, I finally get a box with my shit in the mail and…. It’s not my hoodie. 

The hoodie. That I let her borrow, that she sent me back, IT’S NOT MINE.

I vividly remember mine was black, thin fabric and it had a white L&L logo on the breast. This one has thick stiff fabric and no logo.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

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Title
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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none except for a small allusion to shower sex

Word Count: 626

Written/Created for: @imthehoneyyourethebee love you MCA!!

A/N: Thanks again to my sister who helped me get my idea rounded out.  If she ever creates a new page I’ll tag her :)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Settling down in another motel for the evening, Dean called the shower first while Sam and Y/N made up their beds.

“I’ll take the couch this time.” Sam offered, considering Y/N had it last stop and Dean the stop before that.

“Okay, great.” She slipped out of her shoes and jacket, before turning to pull the blankets down on the bed.

As Sam approached the couch, he noticed Y/N’s duffel setting there.  Picking it up by the handles he turned and tossed it towards her bed.  Instead of falling at the foot of it on the floor, it hit Y/N in the butt before landing at her feet.

“Hey!”

“Oh, Y/N, sorry I meant to throw that on the-” Before Sam could get the apology out a pillow smacked him square in the face.

The two stared at each other for a moment, challenge in their eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Gom+kagami being saved by their s/o when they are in a dangerous situation (dangerous encounter with an insane person, threatened by thugs, held at gunpoint)

OMG GET READY FOR SOME SERIOUS BADASSERY FROM S/O


Akashi

Akashi had picked ___ up from fencing practice that night, andthey were walking to her house in the dark, breathing in the warm summer air and enjoying the view of the stars as they slowly pacedthrough the street, arm-in-arm.

Then it happened.

This one really big dude that looked pretty buzzed came straightup to Akashi and started talking shit to his face about how he’dcheated against his team and how he was an arrogant little fuck thatdidn’t know had to win and blah blah blah… Akashi was pretty muchignoring him, but then he started to try to reason with him in histypical I’m-totally-superior-to-you manner. The guy wasn’t impressed.A couple of his friends, that were hanging nearby, in a corner of thesquare, joined.

But when the atmosphere started to really get shady and violent,____ was so irritated that her quiet romantic walk with her boyfriendhad been disturbed that she didn’t even stutter. Plus if that idiot’sbig mouth got him beat up then she would really get pissed, and nobody wanted that.

She unsheathed her sword, very slowly, and stood in front of Akashi. With a calm voice, and stroking the tip of the blade with her left index finger while she wielded the blade with her right, she asked: “Alright, gentlemen - Are we going to have a problem in here? Am I going to have to teach you manners, or will you stop being big babies all by yourselves?” Then her lips pulled in a sanguinary smile as she pointed the tip of the weapon at the throat of the first one that had come up to them.

He probably hadn’t even noticed her before, but now he looked terrified.

“I… Yeah, I don’t think it’s gonna be necessary. Excuse me, ma-madam.”

Within seconds, they had all vanished like a scared flock of mockingbirds.

She put the sword back in it’s sheath with a sigh and turned to look at Akashi.

“Alright, I know humbleness is not your thing, but you could at least try to practise it every now and then, just so your arrogant ass doesn’t get you killed, you know.”

Akashi chuckled slightly and threw his arm around her shoulders, starting to walk towards her house again. “Oh, but my dear, who needs to even try to not get killed when I have you?”

“Hmph. Pray that I am always around, you jerk.”

“Oh, trust me: I do.” Akashi said, with a smirk. ____ couldn’t stay mad at him for long. This made him even more irritating, sometimes. But cute. Soooo cute.


Kagami

She stepped right into the fight.

“Hey, ____, what are you do…?” But Kagami’s jaw dropped and he stopped talking as his girlfriend walked right up to the guy that had just punched him and bitch slapped him straight accross the face.

“Touch my man again, and Imma fuck you up.”

The boy covered his marked face and looked at the girl that had just slapped him between his fingers, in disbelief. He was so surprised he only thing that came out of his mouth was: “O-okay, ma’am. S-sorry.”

“You better be. Now out of my sight!”

The guy didn’t move, but rather remained sitting on the floor, looking at her, absolutely dazed.

“NOW!”

He got up and started running until he was completely out of sight.

She turned to face Kagami.

He was almost as surprised. “Oi, ___… Where the hell did that come from?”

“I have no clue, to be honest. But it worked!” She started cracking up.

Kagami let out a belly laugh, and held his hand up. She high-fived it.

“Alright, Taiga, let’s go home, shall we?”

“Sure.” They started walking. Kagami shook his head and chuckled. “Dude, that was so sick. Like… even the line was so on point! How come I’d never seen this side of you?!”

“I don’t know. The line was from that one song by Kaci Battaglia, though.”

“Oh my god. Do you realize how awesome that is?!” And they both started laughing about it again. The joke lasted until they got home. Actually, it went on for another good seven moths, but, you know.


Kise

She came to the gym to get Kise and go somewhere, but she was forced to wait - practice went on forever that day.

When he was finally done, they took the shortcut behind the gym to town - even though the sun was already down, it was Friday, so they still had time to get ice-cream or something.

But as she walked down the dirty alley, with Kise cheerfully chattering next to her, she spotted this group of big guys covered up in chains and weird jewelry staring right at them, about a hundred meters ahead. A shiver went down up her spine. Kise remained oblivious.

By the time they reached the dumpster next to which the guys where hanging, it was pretty clear that they were looking for trouble.

“Hey, you, pretty boy. Mind if we borrow your girl for a little?” Their laughs sounded like hungry hyenas, and their smirks scared ___ beyond saying.

She clinged to Kise’s arm, but Kise seemed really unsure of what to do. Finally, he put on a harsh mask, and stood up to them the best that he could.

“Heck no. This lady does not belong to anyone, and therefore is not mine to ‘share’.” He paused and swallowed - “And I highly doubt she’d choose to be anywhere within a hundred kilometer radius from you anyways.”

The guy that had talked came up to Kise, standing with his face a few centimeters away from Kise’s. ____ could almost hear her boyfriend’s thought: Not in the face, please. Not the face…

“Hey, you watch your words, blondie.” He said, then turned away from him. Kise sighed in relief. But the guy looked at ___, who was hiding behind her boyfriend by this point. “Alright now, you beauty, you are coming with us. Get her, guys.” His companions motioned towards her, but Kise was faster.

He blew a clearly unexperienced punch at the nearest of them. They all immediatly turned to face him.

“So, we’re gonna have to do this the hard way. I see. ” The one that had been talking, who appeared to be the leader, stated. “Get him first, then.”

And, at this point, ____ finally reacted. Alright, girl. You have been trained for this. You know what to do. A woman has a limit of what she can stand before she starts to fuck shit up, and this situation has definetely surpassed it. She pulled her sleeves up, and stepped right into the fight.

Five minutes later, Kise was helping her to dump the last guy into the huge garbage container. “Wow, that was impressive, _____cchi.”

“I had to protect your face at all costs, Ryouta.”

He turned to look at her in surprise, and he dropped the unconscious guy’s foot. Tears came to his gleamy eyes. “You are perfect, ____cchi. I love you.” he moaned.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She brushed it off, but smiled to herself. Protect this man. Protect him at all costs. Protect that smile, god damn it.




Kuroko

_____ ran as fast as she could. Kuroko’s text was extremely worrying. She kneeled down next to him.

“Kuroko! Kuroko, are you ok?”

Kuroko was laying on the floor in the middle of the street, with a bruised eye and a disoriented look. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine. But they got the bag, ____.”

“Never mind the bag, I need to get you help!”

“No, you don’t understand, you need to retrieve that bag! Nigou’s in there!”

“Oh my god.” _____ covered her mouth with her hand. Then, she got up. “Okay, hang in there. I got this.”

She ran down the street, and at the next corner, she stopped, trying to catch her breath. She looked to both sides, and spotted a couple guys in black clothes running away on the left street. “Hey, you two!” she called, chasing after them.

By the time they had both turned around, she was already there.

She kicked the guy with the bag right in the balls. He dropped it and fell to the floor, moaning. The other one was so surprised he didn’t even move as he watched the scene.

“That’s for messing with my boyfriend!” She yelled, then turned to face the other guy. “And this…” She threw a swirling kick right at his face. He immediatly collapsed to the floor at the impact of the sole of her shoe with his cheek. “… Is for trying to steal our dog!” Then, she reached down and openned the bag’s zipper. She felt a tide of relieve in her chest as Nigou’s head popped out and he started to lick her face in delight. She burst out in laughter, just as Kuroko turned the corner, hangin on to the wall and slightly limping.

”____-chan, you are honestly the most amazing girl in the world.” He seemed extremely impressed and proud.

____ blushed, still kneeling next to the bag, petting the dog, and mumbled: “Well, I mean, I-I couldn’t let them get away with Nigou…”



Aomine

Aomine pushed his girlfriend behind him, in a attempt to protect her, and faced the guy holding the gun as calmly as he could.

“I already told you. That’s all I have.”

“Bullshit. Give me the rest, boy.”

“There is no rest, god damn it! Let us go already! Or at least let her go!”

"No luck, I am sorry. But this is the end of you two, my sweet babies…” He pointed straight at Aomine’s forehead… And the pistol flew from his hands and landed on ____’s, that had made an incredibly fast move past Aomine and kicked it up.

She stared at the weapon in her shaky hands for a second, surprised herself at what she had done, then recomposed and pointed it at the assaulter. When she spoke, her bottom jaw was held slightly forward and her voice barely trembled.

“Alright, get the fuck out. Vanish, or I will shoot you.” She looked him dead in the eyes. “I swear I will.”

And the man vanished without a word.

____ stared down at the gun in her hands again, then took a deep breath and sighed, putting it down.

Aomine stood there, dazed. “Oi,___, that was really brave”, he stated, from behind her.

____ hid her face behind her hands, and started sobbing quietly. “That was scary… That was so scary.”

“Hey, hey,” Aomine’s voice was much softer than usual “It’s alright. Come here, baby, come here. My heroine.” He pulled her into his arms and comforted her.


Midorima

(Midorima’s s/o happens to be a pro)

They were completely surrounded by that stupid gang. Those guys looked really shady - and ____ would have bet a thousand bucks that they were on something. So annoying and irrational. Ugh.

“Hey, you, grasshead. What’s with the hair? You look gay as fuck, son.”

“Yeah, how often do you dye it? It looks ridiculous, man. Grow some balls and wear your hair black like the fucking Japanese dude that you are. And throw away that stupid western fork. What the fuck is you intention walking around with that shit in your hand?”

Midorima didn’t even stutter. He simply stood there in the middle of the circle, holding on to his fork (the lucky item of the day), not even looking at them, his head held high. He pretended that they weren’t even there.

This didn’t seem to amuse the men very much. “Hey, do you not have a tongue or what?! Are we gona have to make you talk?”

Everywhere around them, fists and fingers started cracking. ____’s back straightened up, in alert.

“I’ll break that proud jaw of yours”, the guy paused and spit at the floor, “you can bet I will”. But as he slowly started walking to approach Midorima, his fist in the air, ready to throw the first punch, ___ reached for Midorima’s hand in an incredibly fast movement, seized the fork, and flinged it at the guy’s fist. The fork stuck to his knuckles for a couple seconds, then fell to the floor with a series of clinking sounds, followed by the first drops of blood, that soon started running down the unknown man’s fingers. He shook his hand in the air, and cursed: “God damn girl… I’ve changed my mind. Get her first.”

But one of them had already locked Midorima’s neck with his arm. Midorima remained calm all through it - they’d touched him. That’s it. Midorima knew they had really screwed it up now. She was gonna fuck them up.

_____ turned around and stared at the guy holding Midorima eye to eye. Next thing he knew, the man was lying on the floor a couple meters away, holding his stomach and trying not to through up.

As the next dude came up to them, Midorima stood behind _____, patiently waiting. He got to where she was. ____ grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, bent him down and, with a loud and rythmic “thud, thud, thud”, kicked him in the chest, elbowed him in the left cheek, then knocked him down with a right hook.

She turned around to face the next one. She gave a quick look around too: there were four left. She could manage them. 

But there was no need -  apparently they had already figured out that it wasn’t worth it to get their asses kicked by a teenage girl just to bully her eccentric boyfriend. The alley was desserted.

“Well, guess that’s less work for me.” She shaked her hands off against eachother. “You ok, Midorin?”

“Yes. Thanks for that.”

“Yup. Can we get going now, then?”

“Hm-hm. Yes. I really think we should leave, nanodayo.” He nodded, then put his arm around her shoulders again, as they calmly paced away from the scene of the fight.

Ah, yes. Badass and cool about it was the best combination ever. And both of them were exactly that. Such a perfect couple. Midorima felt very satisfied.


Murasakibara

Murasakibara stood there munching. Well, ____chin had just beat up 2 guys just to save him the work of doing it. Cool.

He looked down on her proud face.

“So… How welcome are you? Huh, Mukkun?” She was so proud. And Murasakibara was too.

“Here, you can have the whole box of maiubo.” He handed it to her, and pinched her cheek. “That’s my girl. You deserve them.” He even smiled a little, in a way that reminded more of the look in a father’s face when his kid graduates than that  of a boyfriend. But oh well. He looked very proud of her, so ___ was happy. 

She took the box and held it to her chest. “YEEEEEES! MUKKUN IS SHARING HIS SNACKS WITH ME!!!” She started jumping around in excitement.

“Alright, alright.” He laid his hand on her head in order to make her stop.  "Thank you, ____chin. That was really cool of you. Hey, you wanna ride?“  He crouched down, motioning for her to get on his back. "We’re gonna have to walk back to the store to get some more maiubo.”

She jumped right on, quickly openned the box, and started munching on the first one.

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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Max Green (fluff)

Request: Can you do a Max Green imagine where Y/N is Ronnie’s other best friend. And Y/N & Max don’t get along very well he always calls her names & tells hurtful things. She doesn’t think about any of it. Then one day a fan starts making fun of her really bad & she’s already had a bad day & she ends up running onto the bus. Max is there & she starts to have an panic attack & he comforts her & calms her down & apologizes for everything he’s said and says he actually likes her & fluffy fluff please! Thx!
A/N: hope you enjoy. I love this plot so thank you for sending it in. Sorry it took so long. xx
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“Jesus, Max! Can you cut it out?!” I heard Ronnie yell. It was a typical day for me; being Falling in Reverses’ merchant girl and Ronnie’s other best friend besides Max and the rest of the guys, of course. “It’s okay, Ronnie. It doesn’t bother me.” I faked smiled over at him. It was better to admit that it didn’t hurt when it really did, but always brush it off. One person telling me how fat, ugly, and useless I am won’t stop me.

“No, she’s being a bitch, tell her to stop!” He yelled even louder than before. I looked around the room and noticed all the other guys looking at me with sad eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Max!” Jacky all of a sudden yelled. Usually he’s always the quiet one, but his outburst surprised everyone in the room. I heard Max grumble, stomping passed me. “Nice going, you stupid bitch. Now everyone’s mad at me.” He sulked, kicking my leg on purpose.

“Thank you for sticking up for me guys. I’m just gonna head to bed and listen to music. I’ll see you all in the morning.” I said quietly. “Okay. Just know that we all love you. See you in the morning.” Derek smiled softly.

Once I headed back the bunk area, and happened to pass max, since he was in his bunk; which happens to be head level with me. “Hey, bitch. Why are you back here?” He grumbles. “I have a name, you know. It’s y/n.” I smiled at him. He turned around and grumbled some more.

Once I got into my bunk, I pulled out my iPod and headphones, going to my playlist that consisted of Falling in Reverse, of course, Breathe Carolina, Glamour of the Kill, 5 Seconds of Summer, and more. Voodoo Doll by 5SOS came on, and was going through tumblr, signing softly and tapping to the beat. “Dude, will you shut the fuck up?! You suck ass at singing and you’re off beat. Stop embarrassing yourself.” He snapped, ripping my curtain open. “Max! What did I say earlier?! Leave her the fuck alone!” Ronnie snapped back at him, storming up to him pushing him away from my bunk. “Don’t listen to him, babe. He’s just a douche bag. You have a beautiful voice and had a good beat going.” He smiled, giving me a small hug and a kiss on my head. “Jenna is coming tomorrow. How about you girls go out shopping? You know, just to get away from him and she misses you a lot.” “Of course! How could I say no to Jenna? I love her like she’s my sister.” He smiled brightly and said, “well, it’s settled! I’ll call her tonight and let her know. Night kiddo, I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, the curtain to my bunk was closed. And I was finally at peace, no more getting yelled at and how horrible I am.
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“Y/N! Jenna is here!” I heard Ronnie yell back at the bunks. I quickly ran through and crushed her into a big hug. I could everyone do “aw” and laugh at us gripping on each other for dear life. “God damn, y/n, don’t kill her with all her with all of your fat.” I heard Max snap at me like always. Jenna pulled away and looked at him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” She growled. “Y/n’s has been so nice to you and all you do is say stuff like that to her! What, are you upset that Ronnie is closer with her than you?” She growled. He turned and mumbled “I don’t need this.”

“Let’s not have him ruin our day. Let’s go girl!” She exclaimed grabbing my hand.
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After three hours of shopping, getting our nails done, getting our hair cut, we here finally leaving the mall. While we were heading to the exit, we noticed a group if girls with Falling In Reverse shirts on. “Jenna! Oh my god, Jenna!” Some of them yelled. They all ran over and was asking for pictures. After her talking with them and getting pictures, some of them turned to me and have me a dirty look. “Who the fuck are you?” One of them asked me. “Oh, I’m the merch girl for Falling in Reverse.” I smiled. Most of them laughed and still had the dirty looks on. “They chose someone like you?” Another girl called out. “Someone like me?” I asked, giving a confused looked to all of them.

“Fat, ugly. Just hideous. Who could like you anyway? Seriously Jenna, why are you friends with her?” I could feel my heart drop in my stomach. My knees started to feel weak, my face felt red and hot, and i started feeling anxious. I could tell my anxiety attack was near, so I ran. I ran all the way to the bus. Luckily it was about a ten minuets drive so I got there faster than plan because of running.

I could hear Jenna yelling my name over and over again, trying to get me to slow down. I ran all the way to the venue and passed Jacky, Ronnie, Ryan, and Derek. “Y/n! Why are you running? Where’s Jenna?!” Ronnie yelled as I passed by him, darting towards the bus.

I got to the door and pulled it open, running up the stairs and falling onto the floor. I could feel my chest tightening and hot tears going down my face. I heard foot steps coming into the lounge and continued to try to calm myself down. “Y/n? Is everything okay?” I heard Max ask, lowering down to the floor. I started shaking my head, gasping for air and tearing at my throat. “Woah, you need to calm down. Listen to my voice okay? Y/n, look at me. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.” He said, connecting eye contact with me. After a short time of taking deep breathes, I finally calmed down and my crying started to slowly fade away.

Max was leaned against the couch, with my head on his chest. “Are you okay now? If you want, we can talk about it. I’ll listen, I promise.” He said quietly, running his fingers through my hair. “Why? You always tell me how horrible I am at stuff, how useless I am, and plenty ore things.” I sighed looking down at my hands. Once I looked up, I noticed how sad his eyes were and how tired he looked. “No, baby- no. You are so precious. I love you, I’m so scared of falling in love, so I did what I thought was right, treating you horribly which was so wrong of me. You are so beautiful, smart, hilarious, I love everything about you.” He sighed looking down. I could see a few tears falling down his face as he sighed heavily.

I’ve always liked Max, maybe even loved, but with how mean he was, I figured nothing would happen between us. “I love you too Max, but please don’t say those things again. It hurt so much.” I sighed, grabbing his hand. “I won’t ever think about it. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.” He smiled, pulling me to him.